my second favourite song of hers

Serenade for Two (Soprano's Cover)
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Serenade for Two (Soprano's Cover)

THANK YOU SO MUCH to everyone for your positive response to my covers of Stammi Vicino this past week!  It really made my heart swell to read many of your comments, and to find that I’ve hit 100+ followers on my music blog!  I want to do something special to commemorate this, because for me this feels like a milestone for a starter music blog as a performer and growing composer.
For now, I wanted to share with you another cover form Yuri!!! On Ice ( possibly my second favourite song from the series), Serenade for Two. Thank you again to Rui for allowing me to collaborate with her lovely piano rendition.  I really hope you enjoy this cover as well, and stay tuned for more upcoming music! 

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She is messy, but she’s kind,
She is lonely most of the time,
She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie,
She is gone, but she used to be mine.

Surprise

Requested: Dad Shawn 💕       

Shawn Mendes x Reader

words: 582


Shawn and you had been engaged for some time and your daughter Olivia was already 5 years old. She was a very happy and open-minded kid and nearly as much into music as her father. Olivia meant everything to him and he would never put his career before his daughter, but of course, he still loved his music and his fans. He never stopped working on new songs or a new album and he also went on tour again.

It was at the end of the tour, there were only a few shows left when Olivia couldn´t sleep because she missed him so much. “Can we visit him again? I know he´s coming back soon, but I can´t wait. Please mum.” she cried while lying in your arms. You two had visited him once before, but it was already a few weeks ago and it was just not the same to talk to him only via facetime. You missed him also very much and you hated to see your daughter like that. You thought about it and came to the conclusion that it would be a great surprise for Shawn at the end of his tour. You nodded “Okay! I will book us a flight,” you said with a smile and kissed Olivia on the head.

After you two arrived, you called Andrew, Shawn´s Manager. You had told him about your plan and he told you where to meet him so he could get you backstage at the show. Olivia was very excited, she couldn´t wait to see Shawn again but the show had already started when you two arrived.  “Where´s dad?” Liv asked with shining eyes while pulling nervously on your hand. “He´s on stage” and before you could say anything else, she was already on her way. “Olivia! Wait!” You ran after her but she was too fast.

He just finished a song, and soft murmurs went through the crowd when Olivia ran towards Shawn. The look on his face was priceless. At first, he looked extremely confused, but then there was nothing except joy. “Dad!” she shouted when she finally jumped in his arms. “Liv, what are you doing here?” he let out a laugh. “Surprise! We´ve missed you way too much to wait any longer,” she said while hugging him as tightly as she could, her arms and legs around his upper body. “I´ve missed you too, this is the best surprise ever, thank you.” He kissed her on the cheek.
“Do you want to stay on stage for one song?” he asked. Olivia nodded wildly. A man brought a stool onstage and Shawn sat down, with Liv on his lap. “Okay, apparently we´ve a little guest onstage,” he told the crowd, with a big smile. “My beautiful daughter Olivia.” He introduced her to the crowd. “What´s your favourite song Liv?” he asked her through the mic. “Never be alone” she answered after thinking for a second, and the audience cheered. Shawn smiled knowingly, when the tour began he told her to listen to that song whenever she´s missing him.
“This is Never be alone. For you Olivia.” He kissed her on her hair and began to sing. Almost everyone sang along, Liv also, hardly audible for the crowd, but Shawn heard it and it was the best feeling in the world for him. Singing together with his little daughter, ahead of thousands of fans.

Photographer Mark Mawston recalls, “At the time, the chances of this gig actually happening at all seemed very remote. The night before, we were told, Amy had arrived an hour and a half late for her slot in V’s sister venue at Western Park (not good news at a festival with strict slots times for all the various bands), staggered on stage, fell over, forgot her lyrics and crawled off stage in a torrent of boo’s and had the crowd finish the set for her. This day however there was a huge cheer from the crowd when it was announced, to many peoples surprise, that Amy would be arriving by helicopter and would perform at her allotted time. She had a better reaction to just turning up than many bands had to their entire set. The number of people jostling for a space made it all a little precarious but low and behold, the band started and she walked on stage looking like some Mexican Senorita, as fresh as the roses in her hair.”

“I have to say I’m shocked at how good she looks, as are most of the others and this amazement is compacted when she carries off her first three songs with consummate ease. The only tell-tale sign that she may be nervous is the way she constantly pulls at the hem of her dress, lifting it up to her thigh like a little girl who’s desperate for a pee. That and the way she frequently looks to her impressive backing signers for reassurance. I’d seen Amy perform in a tent at the same venue about 5 years previously and she’d blown me away but I really loved this performance as it was as unexpected as that original show for very different reasons. The first was surprise at just how good she was, the second was relief. When I compiled my favourite songs of the noughties, Back To Black headed my list of great songs from the decade.”

“The colour shot was taken just as the sun set and is my favourite shot of her. The black and white shot, taken just minutes before, was just what I set out to capture as Amy always struck me as a modern singer who wouldn’t have been out of place in the Shangri-La’s in their mid 60’s Shadow Morton peak. It could also pass as a period shot taken at a “Wall Of Sound” Phil Spector session in the mid 60’s, helped by the way she chose to dress that day. Her songs were out of time but timeless, like Amy herself.”

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>
Anonymous (Pt. I)

Tyler Joseph Series

Summary: Tyler Joseph, an insanely talented lead singer and multi-instrumentalist of the world famous band ‘Twenty One Pilots‘. Little do they know, that the young gentleman is also the secret admirer of an angelic voice, without knowing whom it belongs to.

(A/N): Let me know if you want another part, I‘d also love receive some feedback. Enjoy x PS (Y/H/C) means (Your/Hair/Colour) and ‘Birdy‘, the nickname, has no relations with the artist x

Words: 1,259

“Hey there, this is my cover of ‘Can‘t Help Falling In Love‘, a song by Elvis Presley and it goes something like this…“

Tyler instantly turns up the volume of the audio as the pure and heavenly voice, that he adores so deeply, begins to vocalise the melodies of the song. The voice, that he has been listening to non-stop for the past months and yet doesn‘t know who it belongs to. But that‘s not him to blame, every week, an anonymous user on Tumblr would post an audio of herself singing a song either followed my an instrument such as bass, piano, guitar, his personal favourite ukulele & etc. or just plain vocals, without any additional information. No name, no pictures whatsoever. Sometimes she‘d even cover one of his songs, which would make him deliriously happy for an entire week, giddy even. That‘s actually how he came across her talent for the first time. Someone on Twitter sent him a link of her cover of ‘Holding Onto You‘ and he completely fell in love with it during first seconds. 

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Random Favourite Lights Songs Playlist + Placements

So I randomly made a playlist of all of my favourite Lights songs, in no particular order (except for Child, that’s my favourite) and I am going to list every song and give it a placement that I think of when I listen to it. If you already know Lights, then judge my music taste and if you haven’t, then I implore you to go listen to her, she’s been my favourite artist for 7 years and she’s super talented!

Playlist Here

1. Child // Moon In Gemini
2. River // Moon in Sagittarius
3. Up Up And Away // Venus In Aquarius
4. Slow Down // Venus In Scorpio

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ljungeldar  asked:

Top 5 things to draw or/and top 5 songs? :D

.I’m doing the first part of this question bit by bit, but I’m going to use the second part to get grossly sentimental and level 10 embarrassing!! top 5 songs for some of my favourite silm characters:

Idril - We don’t need another hero  - this is no joke my n1 Idril song. I love her I love Tina I love this song and it’s my n1 Idril song!! ahhh

Maglor - All these things that I’ve done - this track is so intensely maglor to me, like the entire vibe and all the lyrics and like ‘I am so much older than I can take’ and the chorus (it’s such a standing-on-a-mountain-with-your-hair-flowing-in-the-wind-type of chorus) and just. all of it !!!!

Fingon - Conqueror - I’ve linked this before but this is still top of all my secret fingon playlists help it’s such a perfect song for him?? TEARS

Maedhros - burn - not trying to be all wink wink, nudge nudge with the title, honest. also all my secret maedhros playlists are 80% cure tbh so it’s hard to pick but this one!! this one song !!!!! no regrets. I’d warned you I’d go all out kitsch

Elemmírë - this ain’t no hymn - Elemmírë is one of those super open source characters seeing as they’re only referenced with one line, but I’ve gotten super attached to her… this is what I was listening to when I first started sketching her and it’s been my song for her since

Realistic

Rating:18+

Words:3519

Pairing: StilesXReader

Y/N/N- your nickname (Idk if that is what people use but i just put that there incase anyone get confused)

A/N: So I have been kind of thinking bout this for a while and this is my first fic so please try to be nice. I love dirty talking Stiles just as much as the next reader and I understand that the real way Stiles loses his v card was in Eichen house, but I kind if wanted to do a more funny, realistic version of Stiles and the reader’s first time so like Stiles obviously isn’y gonna talk dirty the first time he has sex. I am going to start taking requests now. A massive thanks to @dumbass-stilinski and @writing-obrien for looking and editing a lot of this. Sorry for being a pain and I really appreciate it. I also want to write more fics but I have no idea what to write about so requests would be great. I already have begun a mini series. Okay, sorry for the long note I’m done now, Enjoy.

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As soon as I became part of the pack, even before that, when Scott introduced me to Stiles in freshman year, there was a connection. We literally had eye sex for a solid 15 seconds before I heard his quiet, gravelly voice.

“Hi. Y/N, right?”

“Yeah aha, nice to meet you, Stiles.” I put my hand out for a handshake in an attempt to be polite. He returned the favour by grabbing my hand and bringing it to his lips, which sent a confusing shiver through me as he quickly pulled away.

“I am so sorry, I don’t know why I did that. Uhh anyway, Scott has been saying nothing but good things about you. I even looked on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and-wow what a disaster, this is the worst first impression I have ever made in my life. I’m gonna go before I make a fool of myself. I’ll see you at lacrosse practice Scott. It was really nice to meet you, Y/N.”  

Just as Stiles disappeared from the hallway, Scott said, “Wow, I have never seen Stiles so nervous and awkward. I mean, Stiles is socially awkward but that was a whole new level.”

“No that wasn’t even bad, I made it so awkward when I just stared at him for like a thousand hours without saying hello.”

“Y/N it’s fine. It’s not the last time you are going to talk to him. And when you hang out with him, it will be with the pack, which I will introduce you too at lacrosse practice. See you then?”

I nodded. When I thought I heard the last of Scott, he quickly turned around and whispered. “Oh and by the way, I was with Stiles when he was on your Facebook and trust me, he was really impressed with what he saw.”

That was two years ago; and I am still waiting for my two year crush, Stiles Stilinski to make a move. I always knew from the moment he placed his lips on my hand, we had a connection, and more than just a friendly one. We always hang out, but it’s never just us two. It can’t be because I literally have no social skills, especially with the opposite gender. I mean, Stiles is awkward with few social skills, but I was way worse. I can’t even focus when he is within five steps of me, he intimidates me, but it’s because he has no idea. Everyone in the pack knew how we felt about each other that even chemosignals weren’t obvious enough. There just was and is no time to do anything because we are always so busy keeping Beacon Hills safe.

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I woke up on Monday and looked at the time, oh shit! I woke up at 7:30 am and a) not only did I sleep through my alarm, but my bus was coming at 7:45. I fell out of bed, ran downstairs, ate some cereal, brushed my teeth, grabbed my backpack and dashed out of the house to the bus stop.

I sprinted around the corner and saw the bus driving away from my stop. I finally stopped running and took a second, putting my hands on my head, breathing in and screaming. This has only happened to me nearly every day this term, and it’s only first term. The only way I can get to school is to walk.

I walked surprisingly quickly to make up time, as it takes forever to get to school this way.

“Miss the bus again Y/N/N?”

I turn around to see a blue jeep. Roscoe. Shit, it was Stiles stopping to talk, to me? ‘Okay just act cool.’ I said in my head.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” After I said that, I mentally face palm myself. Obviously he is literally seeing me walk to school instead of catching the bus.

“And I see you are going for the pyjama look today,” I was puzzled and confused with what he said when suddenly, I look down and my cheeks turned instantly red. I was getting ready so quickly, I forgot to put on clothes. I felt my insides fill up with embarrassment and humiliation. “If you want, I can drive you back home so you can change your clothes and then drive you to school.” I felt the insides of my stomach fill with butterflies. “I mean that’s only if you want to like not like you’re my girlfriend or anything and like I’m not your boyfrie-”

“Uh yeah, Stiles, thanks, that would be very helpful.” I ran to the car, maybe too fast, and Stiles did a u-turn to go back to my house.

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The car ride was silent, a little uncomfortably so, until Stiles broke it. “Do you want me to turn up the radio?” His voice was a little shaky.

“Yeah sure.” I reply really quickly, making myself cringe.

For the first 30 seconds, it was just talking but then, one of my favourite songs came on: Baby got back by Sir-Mix-A-Lot.

Oh my god Becky, look at her butt

“It is so big!” I yelled but quickly stopped singing as I forgot where I was: In Roscoe, STILES’ JEEP!

“Why did you stop singing?” He chuckled and shot me a smirk.

“Because it’s so embarrassing I know all the words to this song.”

“Please don’t stop singing, I have to hear this now.” He winked at me and every muscle in my body, no matter how tiny, tensed in an effort not to show how much of an effect that wink had on me.

“Okay, if you say so.” A surge of confidence that I had never felt before rushed through me as I not only picked the lyrics back up, but I also turned the music up louder so I could get into the zone. I was either impressing him or just making a complete fool out of myself.

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We finally arrived at my house, I opened the door and we walked inside. He was much closer to me than usual. Before I even thought about it, I moved away, feeling uncomfortable.

“Sorry Y/N/N, didn’t mean to do that.”

“No Stiles, don’t be silly, you know me, awkward.”

He chuckled and smiled. “You are so cute like that.”

I flushed a bright pink once again, and so did he. Did he just say I am cute?

I quickly try and brush it off. “Um sorry to be a real pain, but I didn’t get to have a shower, is it okay if I do that?”

“Yeah sure no problem Y/N/N.”

“Cool, well I won’t be long, make yourself at home.”

I quickly ran upstairs to the bathroom.

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I didn’t think I had ever had such a quick shower in my life. Stiles Stilinski was at my house. I mean, he had been to my house before, but that was with the pack. I had only been with him when the pack was there, THE PACK WAS NOT THERE, IT WAS JUST ME BY MYSELF WITH MY CRUSH OF TWO YEARS! I wanted to be quick because I was missing out on time with him and secondly, I felt bad for making him wait. I dried myself and wrapped my hair up in my towel, leaving my body naked.

I turned to look in my wardrobe and yelled “Stiles!” to see where he was.

“I’m right here.” He quietly said, and I turned around to see him, creepily sitting on my bed, staring at me, naked, in the nude, WITH NO FUCKING CLOTHES ON! I screamed and quickly grabbed the towel from my head around my bare body.

“Oh my god Y/N I am so sorry I had no idea -”

“No Stiles, it’s fine. I’m stupid I shouldn’t have been walking around the house naked when I knew you were here. My bad, sorry.”

“Why do you always do that?”

“Do what Stiles?”

He proceeded to walk closer to me, barely an inch separating our faces. “Apologise for being yourself. You did it just then, when I accidentally walked too close to you. It’s not your fault.”

We stayed in that moment for what seemed like forever but in reality it was only for a minute.

“Y/N?”

“Yes Stiles?”

“Can I please kiss you?” You never thought those words would come out of his mouth.

“I’ve been waiting two years for that.” I said, not realising how desperate that came off.

“Oh really? Wow okay um, I literally had uh no clue, I mean well yes I did coz Scott kinda told me, and so did Lydia, and Liam, and Kira, Allison, Mason, okay pretty much everyone in the pack told me, um yeah.” Once again, your face flushed with many rosey tones of pink.

“Okay um, so are we gonna kiss?” You said with a low, croaky voice.

“Oh yeah, right. Okay, here we go.” He said.

We both leaned it so we met at 50/50. Our lips glide together in perfect synchronization. He moved his hands to the lowest part of my back, just above my only towel covered ass. I quickly squirmed and pulled away from him.

“Oh my god Y/N did I do something wrong?” The concern coming from his fiery amber eyes made my heart melt.

“No, it’s not you. It’s just, this is so embarrassing. I mean like I’ve had my first kiss and stuff, which was horrible by the way, but like I’ve never really gone past that with anyone and you putting your hands on me it just makes me nervous because no one has really ever done that to me before.”

“Wow Y/N, I never would have guessed that. You are so beautiful and intelligent, any guy would be lucky to have you. I really hope this doesn’t come off insensitive but, does this mean you are a virgin?”

“Yeah, it does.” I felt so embarrassed and stupid about it. Everyone else in the pack had done it, even Liam and he is a freshman.

“No, no, Y/N/N, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I am too.” As soon as I heard him say that, I pressed my lips down on his.

Our lips once again moulded together making fireworks like the 4th of July erupt inside of me. It was an amazing feeling. A sudden surge of confidence rushed over me and I  broke the kiss and pushed Stiles onto my bed.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” As soon as he finishing talking, I unwrapped the towel, leaving myself  bare, completely exposed. Stiles’ eyes widened as he looked up and down my body. He quickly covered his eyes with his hands. “Oh my god Y/N you lost your towel again.” He shrieked.

“I know.” I moved closer to him and sat on his lap, “I want this Stiles, I think. Not that I know, I haven’t really done this before.”

“Me either Y/N/N, should we just see where this goes?” I nodded and reconnected my lips with his, and I felt those 4th of July fireworks erupting in me once again.

Stiles deepened the kiss by slipping his tongue into my mouth. It just felt so right. He bit my bottom lip and moved down to my neck and began to leave bright purple marks. I had no idea what to do so I put my hands in his hair and pulled, like in the movies. I heard him growl so I stopped. “Oh my god Stiles, did I hurt you?”

“No not at all, that felt really good actually.”

We moved back to the previous position and I moved slightly to maintain my balance.

“Oh my god Y/N please do that again.”

“What like this?” I moved again and realized what I was doing when I begin to feel his bulge grow against me.

I got up and layed down, pressing my back against my bed.

“Okay I have no idea what I’m doing but I’m just gonna go for it.” Stiles looked up at me and a flash of concern ran through his eyes. I gave him a nod of approval and he began to kiss me again. He then proceeded to move further down my body, blowing on the several purple marks he’d left which turned me into a quivering mess.

He reached my breasts and took one in his mouth, sucking roughly while fiddling with the other with his hand. The constant pinching, swirling and tickling caused me to let out a soft moan. He continued to drift further down, kissing my stomach lower and lower until he was just above my core. A weird feeling, like a throbbing began to build in my core.

I was deep in thought when suddenly, I felt a finger on my clit and I bucked my hips at how good it felt. “Wow” I thought to myself, “You are missing out on a lot?” He buried his face in between my thighs, causing me to moan so loud, it echoed through the whole house.

“I don’t ever think I’ve ever heard you be so loud before.” Stiles smirked, which caused me to flush and giggle. As I began to chuckle, Stiles pumped a finger into me.

“Stiles, that feels so good please don’t stop.” I strangled out those words as I felt all the muscles in my body tense up and the pit in my stomach increase.

“Fuck Y/N/N, say my name again that was so hot.”

“Stiles.” I moan as I come undone around his fingers and black spots start to blur my vision as I ride out my high.

Stiles falls down as lies next to me on my bed.

“Wow.” He says with a flabbergasted look in his face.

“That was-”

“Probably not that good.” He interrupts and turns to look at me and begins to play with my hair.

“Are You kidding, that was amazing. I want you to feel what I felt.” I press my lips to his for a quick short peck.

“Are you sure Y/N/N? You don’t have to just because of what I- ooh my god.” His sentence quickly changed into an exclamation as I undid the button on his khakis and pull down his boxers to reveal his massive, veiny cock. My eyes widened at the thought of fitting that whole thing into my mouth, so, I began by pumping his length up and down a few times, causing his head to roll back. Hopefully that meant he liked it.

I finally built up enough courage to put my mouth on his shaft and slowly but surely proceed further and further down and before I knew it, his whole dick was in my mouth. I begin bopping my head down faster and faster repetitively. He moaned my name several times which caused the throbbing sensation in my core rise up again. He started to twitch in my mouth and a salty liquid filled my throat and I swallowed it.

“Y/N/N as if you haven’t done this before, that was so good.” He kissed me, but quickly pulled away and asked, “Oh my god Y/N/N, is my cum still in your mouth?” The roughness of the word made me cringe.

“No Stiles, I swallowed it.”

“Oh my god Y/N/N, I can’t believe you actually swallowed it.”

“WHY ARE YOU NOT SUPPOSED TO AM I GONNA GET SICK?! GREAT HOW WILL EXPLAIN THIS TO MY PARENTS? YEAH MUM, I GOT SICK FROM SUCKING DICK!” Panic starts to fill me and just as I feel an attack come on, Stiles grabs me and pulls me into a hug. He pushes my head into his chest and grips tightly. The panic inside me immediately disappears. I feel so safe in his arms.

“No it’s perfectly normal. Scott says that most girls spit and it’s supposed to be impressive when they swallow. Not really sure why but just thought I’d give you that fact.”

I laughed and pressed my lips to his. It started off nice and slow but quickly turned into an extremely passionate rough kiss. We moved back to my bed again, Stiles lays me down on my back and he hovers over me. He began to lift his shirt up and I helped him. I took in every mole, muscle and area of bare skin on him. My hands roamed around his body as he smiled down at me.

“Y/N, are you sure you want to do this?” He looked up and flashed a look of worry, but it quickly disappeared when I replied. “I’m ready, Stiles.”

He lined his tip up with my entrance and slowly pushed into me until he filled me up all the way with his length. Both of our heads rolled back as he slowly began to pull in and out of me. He started to speed up a little, making me moan softly. I began to kiss him, tongues roaming around everywhere in each others mouths.

“Stiles, I want to try something.” I looked up at him and he had that stupid smirk on his face which I hate, but love at the same time.

“Okay sure.” I rolled us over so he is lying against the bed. I moved down so my legs were on either side of his hips. I lined my entrance up with his tip and slowly moved down onto it, earning a deep, throaty moan from Stiles, which caused me to shiver. I had never heard his voice so deep before, it was so sexy.

“That feels so fucking good Y/N/N, please don’t stop.”

I began to maintain a steady speed, but I couldn’t take it any longer, and by the looks on his face, neither could he. So I began to start moving up and down fast really fast, making myself moan ever louder than before.

“Stiles” I screamed.

“Please scream my name again, I love that.”

“Stiles! Stiles I’m so close to-”

“Me too Y/N/N don’t stop. Keep going.”

I slowly keep increasing my speed and before we know it, we both reach our peak and his liquid fills me. I sloppily fall next to him. I can’t move. I try to get up but I can’t. I freeze. Stiles begins to sit up and sees that I’m frozen.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t move Stiles, like at all.”

“You are so cute. It’s normal. I think it’s from the fatigue of you know, what we just did, which was amazing by the way.” He began to blush which made me blush too.

“Yeah it was pretty fantastic, hey?” You flashed a smile at Stiles and it made him chuckle.

“So um, I’ll just put some clothes on and we can head to school?”

“Sure Y/N/N, um but before you do that, I just need to know, what are we?” A kaleidoscope of butterflies filled my stomach. I had waited for this moment for so long, I never thought it would actually happen.

“Well what do you want to be Stiles?”

“Y/N/N ever since I laid eyes on you, and I mean like in person not like when I stalked you on social media before you even came to our high school, anyway, I want you to be my girlfriend Y/N/N, will you please be my girlfriend?”

“Stiles Stilinski, you have no idea how long I have waited for you to ask me.”

He responds by pressing his lips to mine. “Let’s get to school.”

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We finally arrived at school and just as we began walking up the stairs, he grabs my hand and intertwines his fingers with me. We walk through the big glass Beacon Hills high school doors and see the pack staring at us, jaws practically on the floor. We walk over to them.

“Heyy guys.” Scott winks at us.

“Hey Scott.” Stiles and I say in unison and we just laugh at each other, Stiles presses a kiss to my forehead.

“Oh my god, finally!” Lydia exclaims, “I can’t even smell chemosignals but I didn’t even need to it was so obvious and finally! Congrats guys.” Lydia raised an eyebrow and smirked at me. She was my best friend, she knew exactly what happened here.

“Anyways, first period is about to start, Stiles and I have econ so we better get going before coach yells at us. See you guys later. ”Scott beings to walk and so does Stiles, but he quickly tells Scott to wait and he comes back to me and places a quick peck on my lips, then runs back over to Scott.

Nothing else in the world mattered to me at this very moment, I had finally gotten what I wanted, to be with the love of my life, Mieczyslaw Stiles Stilinski and after waiting two agonizing, painful years, I finally got him.

Taming The Brat Pt.7

It’s that time again. Lmfao, please ignore me, I’m nervous and wanna ramble, but I don’t really have anything to say. I think I’m nervous because each part just keeps getting longer and longer, and I know some of you said you didn’t mind, but I think 25k+ words might just be taking the biscuit. Forgive me, and I hope you enjoy!

Lil’ Disclaimer
Genre: Angst/Smut/Nora’s AU
Requested: yup and nope
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ content, mentions of abortion, mild violence, constant swearing, crude af as always, maybe not quite vanilla but not really BDSM smut, I don’t even know what warnings to put anymore, hopefully I’ve mentioned anything that might be triggering. Please tell me if I need to add anything else ^^


Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.5.5 | Pt.6 | Pt.7 | Pt.8 | Pt.9.1 | Pt.9.2 | Pt.10

Originally posted by polarbeom

Originally posted by kkuljae


Despite what fairytales might have the young believe, there are many stories in life that just aren’t destined for a happy ending. I’m truly beginning to wonder if mine, is one of those tales. Just how powerful is Fate anyway? I’ve come to realise the older I get, if it has a big enough influence over my life, it’s because I let it. It seemed like a good idea at the time, I mean, what else can you do when you discover you’re one of the unfortunate ones? The ones who can never quite choose between their heads or their hearts. I always hated that feeling, the fear of being stuck in limbo, battling the constant back and forth of indecision. I ran from the weight of responsibility and made a simple choice instead. I’m not sure exactly when during childhood my tradition began, all I know is that somewhere along the way, I chose to put every monumental decision I would ever need to make in the hands of destiny. I chose to play a game and keep playing, no matter the consequences. After all, when the path you’re on was supposedly pre decided, consequences don’t seem quite so consequential anymore. But if that’s true, why isn’t it working now? Sitting here with a the stem of what was once a beautiful Carnation in hand, Fate doesn’t quite seem enough. Suddenly, I think I’m an idiot whose spent the majority of her spoilt life living in a dream world, getting everything I want whenever I want it and the only reason I never worry over consequences is because until now, no one ever taught me what they are. Thinking back, no matter how badly I acted out as a child, I can’t recall ever being punished. I’ve led a relatively easy life, what real hardships have I faced? I’ve found it easy to leave my life to Fate, because I’ve never thought about any of the decisions I’ll make potentially destroying someone else’s life before. When I bring that into the equation, it doesn’t make my methods of madness seem anywhere close to sane. How is simultaneously plucking petals I’ve assigned to one or another pathway from a random flower gonna help me come to a sensical decision? And just because it tells me it’s what I should do, how is it actually supposed to help me open my mouth and free the truth? This game is stupid, and I’m stupid for ever prolonging it.

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11 Questions

Thanks @lovebooks23 for tagging me :*

Relationship status: #4EVERALONE

Favourite colour: purple

Lipstick or chapstick: chapstick

Last song you listened to: Oh NaNa by K.A.R.D (recently my jam ~~~)

Last movie you watched: Yesterday I glimpsed at Moana for a few seconds …but I doubt that this counts xD I seriously don´t remember,so I just write the last series I´ve watched…which is Man to man a Kdrama *cough Park Hae Jin cough <3*

Top 3 characters:Guess who´s #1  😏 My one & only Mr.Perfect Zero Kiryū (Vampire Knight) 😍❤️️❤️️❤️️ …my 2nd fav would be Yona because her character development is no joke #girlspower and Park Hyung-Sik´s character in Strong Woman Do Bong-Soon would be my last one…he is such a boyfriend material #///#

Top 3 ships: Zero X Yuki / Zeki (Vampire Knight) is my life !!! Set aside all of the Kdrama ships I harbour I love Hak x Yona (Akatsuki no Yona) and Zelda x Link (The Legend of Zelda)<3

Books you’re currently reading: Truth to be said I don´t read books xD I prefer listening to audiobooks…I just started to listen to Onyx by Jennifer L Armentrout ^^ .But I love reading Mangas…the last one I read was Akatsuki no Yona Volume 5 which was recenlty released in German.

Top 5 musicals:…..I don´t remember if I have ever watched a musical….I have seen the Blue Man Group in Berlin tho ~~~

I tag @zerolover66 ,@violet869 & @do-everything-with-meraki :)

Winter’s Witch Part 3

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes
Warnings: FLUFF !! 
Summary: Bucky Barnes had just escaped his captors, Hydra. He didn’t know where to go, or what to do. Somehow, he manages to stumble into a girl’s apartment who he’s met before. The twist is- she’s not your average girl.
A/N: Make sure you listen to ‘Hourglass’ by Catfish And The Bottlemen when you read this. You will get ultimate feels.
Word Count: 2.1K

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

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끝 (The End)
권진아 (Kwon Jin Ah)
끝 (The End)

Artist: Kwon Jin Ah (권진아) 
Song: The End (끝)
Album: One Strange Night (웃긴 밤)

I’ve been waiting for this mini-album to drop all week! And let me tell you, it was well worth the wait. Kwon Jin Ah, best known for being the second runner up of K-Pop Star Season 3 (behind Bernard Park and Sam Kim), is now signed to Yoo Hee Yeol’s Antenna Music record label. I love the first five songs of this mini-album and ‘The End’ is my favourite ballad. I’ll upload a couple of her other songs soon :). 

Watch the Offical MV.

Just A Fool - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Originally posted by stilesstilinskiandlydiamartin

Author’s Note: So, I had this idea for a new Imagine when I listened to the song ‘Just a fool’ by Christina Aguilera and Blake Shelton. I liked that the song told a break-up from two different perspectives and tried to involve that into my story. I really hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Let me know if I should write a second part, because I’m considering to write it. Thanks for reading! :)


(Y/N) sat at the bar of her favourite pub and looked at the people surrounding her. On her left was a young, half-drunk student, who was probably drinking his fifth beer while watching the football game on the tiny TV above the bar. On the booths behind her sat quite a lot of people, most of them young and drunk, eating burgers and drinking beer while talking to each other or watching the football game.

It was quite full for a thursday night and a lot of young and old men came here after work just to watch the American Football Games. (Y/N) usually came here every thursday after her shift at a fast food restaurant, because she enjoyed having a few drinks and talking to Pete, the bartender, who she already became friends with.

Being here gave her time to forget about her problems, about her past, about the reason why she had moved to New York City and why she had decided to leave her old hometown Beacon Hills in California. (Y/N) knew that alcohol wouldn’t solve her problems, but at least it made her feel better for a while.

“Hey, Pete. I’d like another shot of whisky, please.” (Y/N) looked at the bartender and smiled as she ordered another drink. Pete nodded and turned around to grab the whisky and refilled her shot. “So.. how much do you plan to drink today?” Pete asked while he sweeped up the mess on the bar. (Y/N) drank the shot before she put it back on the counter to respond to Pete’s question. “I guess you have to keep it coming 'til I don’t remember how miserable my life is.” Pete sighed at her response, he did feel sorry for her. “Want to talk about it?” He asked, but (Y/N) shook her head. “I’d rather not today, but thank you anyway, Pete.” The bartender smiled at her before he walked on the other side of the bar to serve another guest.

(Y/N) looked at her empty glass and sighed. Why am I even doing this to myself? I used to hate drinking so much, but now I’m sitting here, drinking one shot after another… She thought to herself. But (Y/N) knew exactly why she did this to herself. She knew exactly why she came here every week. She wanted to drink away the pain. The pain she was feeling inside of her because of her last relatonship, because of the boy she still had feelings for, because of the boy she couldn’t let go. Stiles Stilinski.

Their break up had been too painful for her. So painful that she moved out of their appartment, out of the city, out to a whole different state. She still loved him and it hurt so much, because she knew that he didn’t feel the same way about her. He didn’t even bother to call her when she left, he didn’t even beg her to stay when she told him she’d go, he didn’t even love her at all.

(Y/N) tried to push her thoughts about her ex-boyfriend away and focused on something else. She suddenly heard a song quietly playing in the background, coming from the radio hidden behind the bottle shelves. It was one of her favourite songs.

“Can you turn up the music a little louder, please?” (Y/N) asked Pete who stood by the bottle shelves to grab a bottle of wodka for a new guest. “Sure,” Pete responded, before he pulled out the radio and fumbled with it. He turned the volume up and then went back to work.

(Y/N) listened to the song and closed her eyes. It was probably far past midnight by now, but (Y/N) didn’t care. She wanted to get past the midnight hour anyway, since the drinks were cheaper and people were starting to leave the pub. She let out a breath she was holding in this whole time and couldn’t help but think about Stiles again. It was always getting worse on thursdays since that was the day she and Stiles had met and it was also the day they both had fallen in love with each other during sophomore year back in high school. She hoped that she would feel better by tomorrow, that it wouldn’t be as hard for her to move on as it was today, but she knew that it wouldn’t be this way.

She knew that the day didn’t really matter and that it was just an excuse for her to come to this pub and have a few drinks while in reality Stiles was always in the back of her mind, causing her heart to ache.

(Y/N) had set her heart on this boy and on their whole relationship, but in the end nothing and no one had ever caused her so much trouble, told her so many lies and hurt her the way that Stiles did.

Who knew that love could ever be this cruel? (Y/N) definitely didn’t, because otherwise she would have never started dating him in the first place.

(Y/N) remembered all of the nights she spent at home alone, waiting for her boyfriend to come home and talk to her, but he never did. She always woke up the next day, hoping that he’d returned from the meetings with his friends, but he never showed up, didn’t even call her to cancel a date or tell her that he was alright.

And the worst thing about it all was that she had always forgiven him. Everytime he came back to her, she had accepted the apologies he had told her, just because she had been too scared to lose him. She believed every word he had ever told her, all the 'I love you’s’ and 'I’m sorry’s’, all the lies and excuses, everything.

All this time she had thought that Stiles loved her, that they were meant to be together, that he was the right one for her… but she was wrong. She was a fool to believe that any of his words, any of their relationship and any of his love had been real. 

“(Y/N), here’s another shot of whisky for you, because right now you look like you need one.” Pete said as he refilled her glass once again. (Y/N) opened her eyes and looked up at her friend, offering him a small smile. “Thank you.” She grabbed the drink, closed her eyes and before Stiles could cross her mind again, she drank the shot and slowly felt the alcohol take over her body.

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Stiles sat infront of his best friend Scott’s house, a bottle of beer in his hand, while waiting for him to come back home. He was frustrated because it was another one of those days where he missed (Y/N) the most. Stiles knew that it was his fault that she’d left, that she broke up with him, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He felt empty because she wasn’t there anymore, empty because he knew she’d probably moved on already.

“Stiles what are you doing here?” A very familiar voice asked him, pulling Stiles out of his thoughts about (Y/N). He looked up from the ground and locked his gaze with Scott, who was looking at him worriedly. “Hi, Scotty. Where have you been? Y'know you’re my best friend and I reeally wanted to see you.” Stiles said, chuckling over his own words.

He was a little drunk from all the beer he’d been drinking all day. Stiles usually wasn’t that much of a drinker, but when it came to (Y/N), alcohol was the only thing that helped him forget about the pain he was feeling inside of him. “Have you been drinking again?” Scott sighed and ran over to his best friend. He wrapped his arm around his waist to steady him as he helped him to get up. “C'mon buddy, let’s get you inside.” Scott said as he walked Stiles to his living room couch. “Why did you drink anyway, huh? You know exactly which affect alcohol has on you.” Scott reminded his best friend reproachfully. Stiles just ignored the worried remark of his best friend and took another sip out of the bottle in his hand, but Scott, who had managed to sit Stiles down onto his couch, rolled his eyes and grabbed the bottle out of Stiles hand. “Seriously Dude, don’t you think you’ve had enough already?!” Scott crossed his arms infront of his chest and looked down at his best friend, who was looking at Scott with big, innocent eyes. “No! I only had one beer, Scotty. Only one beer,” Stiles objected, pouting his lips.

Scott knew how his best friend was when he had too much to drink and that’s why he didn’t respond to Stiles’ pouting face and his big puppy eyes. “Stiles, why are you drinking again? We’ve just talked about it recently and you promised me and your father that you’d stop.” Stiles didn’t respond. Scott was right, but what was he supposed to say? That he was getting drunk to get over his broken heart? That he missed the only girl he ever really cared about so much that the only thing that helped him was alcohol? No, he couldn’t tell him that. So instead he lied to him. “I’m just stressed… you know after fighting the Dread Doctors and evil Theo I just need something to calm my nerves down.”

“Stop lying to me, Stiles. I’m your best friend… and I’m supposed to help you with whatever you’re going through.” Scott sat down next to Stiles and put his hand on his shoulder. “You never drink unless it’s about something-” and then it suddenly hit Scott like a brick. “It’s (Y/N), isn’t it?” Scott asked, looking at his best friend. Of course it was about her.

Stiles frowned at the sound of her name. He was constantely thinking about her, his mind was full with pictures of her, the sound of her laughter was stuck inside his ears ever since she had left him, but he hadn’t heard someone mentioning her name in so long. “(Y/N)? No, why would I care about her?” Stiles tried to play it cool, even though Scott probably knew how he really felt. But still, there was no way that Stiles would admit his feelings for (Y/N).

“Because you started drinking ever since she left. Plus, I’m your best friend, Stiles.. you can’t hide something from me, because in the end I’m gonna find out, anyway.” Scott responded. “There is nothing I have to hide from you Scott, because I don’t care about (Y/N) anymore, alright? She walked away and honestly I would have done the same thing.” Stiles murmered, looking into Scott’s eyes. “Y'know.. we were bad together anyway. We were constantely fighting and arguing with each other and I feel like there was no love anymore. I guess we were just not meant to be together,” Stiles mumbled, rather talking to himself than to Scott, even though he knew that he had heard it anyway.

“You two were good together Stiles and you know that. Everyone knew that,” Scott argued back. “No, Scott. I’m better off without her and she’s better off without me. There is no such things as hope or fate.. things just happen and (Y/N) and I happened to not be together anymore. So please just stop talking about it,” Stiles said without actually meaning it.

He had tried to think this way about their relationship, but he knew that this was just a shield to protect himself. He missed her and their relationship more than he’d ever admit, but he somehow had to move on without her. He had set his heart on (Y/N) and thought that she was the only one he’d ever love, but in the end he had messed it up. Nothing had ever hurt him more than letting her go and because of that he knew that love was the cruelest thing in the world. After(Y/N) had left Beacon Hills, he had waited every day for her to come back home and tell him that she’d give their relationship another chance, but that never happened. She never came back and Stiles knew that he was a fool for not only breaking her heart, but for letting the love of his life go, without even telling her that he’d done everything to keep her safe from all the bad things happening in Beacon Hills. That he’d done everything because he loved her.

Stiles had never really lost the hope that eventually (Y/N) and him would end up together again. He still loved her as much as he did when they first met and that was his problem. He was too stubborn and in love with her too realize that whatever he and (Y/N) had would probably never ever come back. He had to accept that it was lost.

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(Y/N) was already very tipsy from all the alcohol she have had, but that still wasn’t enough for her. She wanted to drink so much that she would feel nothing at all, but this plan seemed not to work tonight. Her mind constantely wandered back to Stiles and the way she still felt about him.

She knew that leaving him was the right thing to do, because the relationship they’ve had was not healthy at all, but she regretted it. New York was not the city of her dreams, she wasn’t happy. The only place she ever really felt happy was Beacon Hills together with Stiles and her friends.

Maybe she should have let all the problems she and Stiles had go and just appreciate what they had instead of crying over something they didn’t have. Maybe she should have held her tongue and listened to what Stiles had to tell her instead of running away from him. But now she couldn’t change it anymore…

She couldn’t fight the motion, because now everything was wrong. Even worse than it was before. New York was loud and busy and full of people who didn’t even bother to look up from their phone, a place (Y/N) completely felt lost in. It was so different from Beacon Hills where everything seemed so calm and quiet and where people actually had time to talk to each other.

(Y/N) was thrown apart and she hated herself for it. She still was a fool for Stiles and she knew that it would never change whether she would find someone new to love or not. He had her heart and even though he had hurt her more than anything else in the world, she’d always wait for him to come to New York and bring her back to Beacon Hills where she belonged, just like she had waited for him to come home all the nights back at their appartment, because that’s what love was about. Because that’s what her love for Stiles was about. She loved him and nothing would ever change that.

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“There’s always hope, Stiles. I know that you tell yourself that you’re better off without her, but that’s not true. You love her and she loves you, it’s always been that way and it always will. Love means sacrifice and (Y/N) sacrificed herself by moving to New York, even though she still loved you, Stiles. She sacrificed her old life with the people she loved and cared about, because she loves you. She left this place because she thought that she was in the way off something and now you have to tell her that she wasn’t. Fight for her, Stiles. Fight for her with everything you have. Do what I was not able to do with Allison…fight for her, before she falls in love with someone else. Fight for her before it’s too late.” Scott told Stiles while patting him on the shoulder.

Stiles looked at his best friend for a second to let his words sink in before he nodded, “Yeah, you’re right, Scott. I need to fight for her. I will fight for her, because she is the love of my life and because I don’t want my stupid mistakes to ruin everything we once had. I love her and that’s why I will fly to New York and bring her back to Beacon Hills.” and this time he meant everything he said

He was going to fight for their relationship, because Stiles had set his heart on her. She had his heart from the moment he met her and she would always have his heart. Yes, she had hurt him by leaving but he had hurt her by letting her go, by lying to her and not telling her the truth. He needed to talk to her and tell her everything about the supernatural world, everything about his adventures with the pack, everything he had tried to protect her from because he had been to scared to lose her.

Love might be the cruelest thing in the world, but it could also be the best thing in the world if it was with the right person. (Y/N) was this person for Stiles. He had waited too long for her to come back, now it was time for him to make a move and fly to New York to bring her back, to bring her back where she belonged, to bring her home.

He had been a fool for too long and he had enough of it. He wanted her back and there was nothing in the world that could stop him now. Not even 2.441 miles that lay between Beacon Hills and New York. Nothing could hold him back, because (Y/N) was everything.

pretty-good-dot  asked:

I saw that office post and .. Sometimes I get really invested in any book/office crossovers and now I'm trying to figure out a TRC end me

Disclaimer: please note that I know absolutely nothing about this show, like I said I watched two episodes and the rest of my knowledge is from gifs on tumblr

I was thinking less about the whole magic thing but more about Blue and Gansey’s… unusual households and what a mockumentary like the office would look like if it was set in their daily lives :D especially monmouth, just imagine this:

- gansey getting woken up in the morning, blindly fumbling for his glasses, almost falling out of bed while trying to give a proper interview
- ronan dreaming some crazy shit in his room again while gansey is being interviewed about welsh kings and all of a sudden there’s this huge bang out of ronan’s room followed by a ridiculous long row of curses, all beeped out so that there’s just a minute long beep
- and gansey slowly turning back to face the camera which has been focused on ronan’s door and starts talking again but ronan is still swearing and tossing shit around in his room so he just stands there and looks into the camera
- noah is supposed to say something too, but he keeps hiding under the pool table because he’s afraid of the reflection in the camera 
- ronan won’t stop putting on the murder squash song on full volume whenever gansey is talking
- blue is getting filmed at nino’s while working and drops a few milkshakes on some very expensive looking aglionby sweater
- just to vanish into the back and laugh her ass off in front of the camera
- adam being really insecure about his accent when being filmed but ronan keeps cracking jokes in the background and adam forgets about the camera for a second and replies with his best henrietta accent
- ronan never answers any questions, just stares into the camera

And, last but not least, my favourite *looks into the camera like they’re on the office* moment from the books:

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Torchwood Fest: Day 2 Favourite Secondary Character. (Okay, so I wanted to post this sooner, but I had forgotten that Tumblr had a limit with the gif sizes etc… So I had to re-do all of them (while petting my cat, I apologize.) so the quality is not as good as previously) (Because Martha Jones is probably my favourite companion in Doctor Who and was amazing in Torchwood as well!)

“Suddenly, in an underground mortuary, on a wet night in Cardiff, I hear the song of a nightingale.”

Tagged by @verstapping (Thank you loads!!)

A: Age - 15 almost 16

B: Birthplace - Smallish town in BC

C: Current time - 9:29 PM

D: Drink you last had - Water

E: Easiest person to talk to - My friend Amber I guess

F: Favourite song - Currently I’d have to say Chill Out by Ray BLK but I’m pretty much obsessed with all her songs rn

G: Grossest memory - Idk man

H: Horror yes or horror no - If it’s compelling yeah

I: In love? - Unfortunately I think so

J: Jealous of people? - Honestly yes totally

K: Killed someone? - Nah

L: Love at first sight or should I walk by again? - First sight all the way, no second glances needed

M: Middle name - Emma

N: Number of siblings - Zero

O: One wish - To have either money or love

P: Person you called last - My friend Chelsea I think? She didn’t answer

Q: Question you’re always asked - “Are you okay? You look upset”

R: Reason to smile - The people I like and my fav sitcoms. Also Conan O’Brien

S: Song you last sang - Broken by Jake Bugg

T: Time you woke up - 7:15 AM

U: Underwear colour - Black and white striped

V: Vacation destination - NYC 

W: Worst habit - Interrupting?? It depends who I’m with though

X: X-rays - Yeah for multiple things

Y: Your favourite food - Pasta or good calamari

Z: Zodiac sign - Leo

I tag whoever idk sorry. All the blogs I know of have already been tagged

Bring You Home (Sam's Solo Version)
Susanna Bennison
Bring You Home (Sam's Solo Version)

It’s been 8 months since I wrote a song, and nearly a year since I came up with anything new (that was Leonardo’s Lullaby), so this was kind of a big deal for me.

This isn’t the final version, though. I actually wrote this as a duet for a male and female voice. My friend Andy has agreed to do the male part, but I’ve got to wait for him to practise it before I record it with the two of us. And… screw it, I was too excited about this to wait. So you get my voice layered up and my terrible American accent all the way through. Yay!

Somehow I managed to make this about my favourite character, Josh, sung by my second-favourite, Sam, and even managed to work in my friend chaoticaddict’s favourite character, Chris (his is the lower part which Andy will sing eventually). Which is great, considering it’s her fault I got involved with this game in the first place. And Markiplier’s. And Rami Malek’s.

Josh deserved a better ending. Just saying. Hopefully this song takes place in a universe where he gets one. It’s about Sam and Chris going back down into the mines to rescue him.

Lyrics:

Oh my friend, I’m sorry we left you.
Please forgive us for turning away and leaving you down there.
But tonight we learned how to be brave.
We won’t let ourselves be afraid.
We’ll come down in the light of day
And we’ll bring you home.

We’ll bring you home, we’ll bring you home.
We won’t leave you there to suffer on your own.
No matter what lies in our way,
No matter what creatures we have to slay
Here I swear we’ll come back in the day
And we’ll bring you home.

Oh my friend, I’m sorry we didn’t see
How your anger turned inside, fuelled by your grief.
So though we suffered by your hand,
We forgive you, we understand.
We know this wasn’t all what you planned,
So let’s bring you home.

We’ll bring you home, we’ll bring you home.
We won’t leave you there in that dark prison of stone.
We’ll face the fear, the fire and ice,
We won’t let tragedy strike twice.
It is worth it to save our friend’s life,
We will bring you home.

We’ll bring you home, we’ll bring you home.
We couldn’t turn our backs and let you face this alone.
We can’t forget, but we can forgive,
And we forgive you for what you did.
You’ve still got your whole life left to live
So we’ll bring you home.

Today we’re gonna put things right
As the dawn brings an end to the night.
We’re gonna lead you back into the light
We will bring you –

Home…
Joshua, come home…


Music & lyrics © Susanna Bennison 2015

You Saw Me First ~ Joe Sugg Imagine

“Come on! Let loose have some fun.”
Said your friend.

Parties definitely wernt your thing, you had a steady job and you didn’t want to risk it by having silly night getting faded or something.
But you know, parties are kinda cool.

“Alright let’s see. What do I wear to something like this without looking vulnerable?”

“Oi! How about this!” Said your friend giddy.

She pulled out a beautiful striped black and white mini dress.

That would look great with my Adidas Superstars.
You thought to your self.


“Alright, you’re going to have to show me around.” You giggle

“Okay.” She said while walking in past the guard.

“Oi, lady. You’re new here eh?” Said one of the guards.

“Yeah haha” You said rather quietly becoming intimadated by the muffled speakers and amplifiers shaking the ground.

“Have fun in there, and uh, be careful my dear.” He said as your friend gave you a funny face.

Instantly walking in the vibe was clear and visable. An unknown rap song was playing with heavy bass shaking you feet and everything else in you.

“I’m gonna get some drinks for us k?”
Your friend said raising her voice to be heard over the music and shouts.

You nodded.

Joes POV

“Mate c'mon!”

“Yeah snap out of it.” Said Caspar and Jack.

Heavy party animals…

I thought, at first partying was my get away. From everything.
Getting a little drunk won’t hurt anyone (debatable). But partying a couple times a month turned into a weekly thing.
I can’t handle having a hangover every blimming Sunday! And when I meet someone who I think can have a relashionship with, they always end up in my bed the next morning. It hurts, but the pain goes away once I down my first drink.

“Alright, alright.” I say cracking a smirk.

“Oi,” I mumbled to myself as another stunning lady caught my eye.

Will it last?

Or will I find her in my bed?

“Who is that?” I breathed

“That a boyyyy.” They cheered


“Alright first shot?” Asked Caspar

“You got it!” Yelled Mikey playfully.

“Be right back.” Caspar said running off.

Your POV

“Down it y/n!!”
Cheered your friend as the burning beverage slowly stained your throat.

“ ‘scuse me ladies.” Said a tall boy with a thick accent.

“Oh hello,” said your friend slightly suductive

“What’s your name gorgeous?” Asked the man.

“Y/F/N, you?” Your friend asked giggling and covering her mouth

“Caspar.”

Joes POV

I still couldn’t get over how gorgeous she was. What kind of name could fit someone as…fit as her?

What’s taking Caspar so long?

I thought, I aimed my attention towards the bar looking for Caspar.
I could have sworn I was spiting venom when I saw Caspar flirting with the goddess.

Right as I’m about to attack, Caspar starts making his way back to our table.

“Saw two lovely ladies up there” he sighed looking over at them again.

“Not going to be the only time you see them.” I mumbled thinking about the fact that he’s probably taking a girl home tonight.

“What?” He asked cautiously

“Nothing.” I said quickly

Your POV

“Woah, he’s hot.” Said my friend as my eyes follow him back to his table.

But I recognized something. My favourite song started playing and suddenly my mood boosted by 100.

(Click play now)

Just as my eyes hit his table, I saw everything. I saw dates. Candle light dinners and holding hands. Birthday presents and kisses. A wedding, dresses and bridesmaids and grooms men.
Children, mine. Running around laughing as I chase them around the garden.

Abruptly sent back to reality when my friend calls me out.

“Y/N? Do you know him?? Hello?” She calls.

But something was forcing me. I stood up, not taking my eyes off the boy.
I see him sigh, I can tell he doesn’t want to be here. But somethings keeping him from leaving.

“Im-I have to-him.” Was all I could say.

“Woah, woah, woah. Calm down there y/n.” She said pulling my arm back down.

“Let’s uh- dance.” She said confused at my awkward vibe that’s radiating off of me.

Joe POV

There she was. Sitting there. What is it? Why her? What is this feeling like I just have to hold her. To kiss her.

I could have sworn her eyes met mine for a split second, like she was staring.
At me.

All of a sudden my favorite band started playing my favourite song. If that isn’t a sign I don’t know what is.

“Get up mate! Let’s dance!” Oli encouraged.

I saw the beauty get up and start dancing. A sway more like.
I was in awe, I will never forgive myself if this ends badly.

As the song carries on I slowly start making my way towards her. My heart, racing after each shuffle I take. Pushing through the heat of bodies, and the flashing lights were distracting. She seemed to be getting farther or maybe it was my second shot kicking in.
She was still killing it.

Your POV

One shot got me off quick. I’m dancing to my favorite song, no care in the world. Why don’t I go to parties more often?

Soon I felt someone getting closer and closer behind me. Being snapped out of my trance I turn around casually swaying to the beat.

I’m faced with the amazing boy I saw from earlier.
I stop, and the whole world froze with me.
It’s like the whole club was dancing in slow motion. The alcohol flowing into the veins were playing no part in the feeling that you were having.

“Hey” was all he said before I put my fingers to his lips. I kept dancing.

Listening to every beat and riff, as his hands reached my waist and our eyes met again.

“This is crazy but, I feel like I know you.” I said sheepishly

“This is werid but, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you ever since you walked in.” He said putting his head down and loosing the tight grip around your waist.

“We’ll I guess you saw me first then.” Your smirk.
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Top 50 Björk Songs (Part 2)

10. “Isobel” from Post

Watch almost any Björk music video and you’ll be inspired by the creative genius that the Icelandic singer possesses. Whether visually or melodically, she has the ability to pull ideas out of thin air and turn them into magic, both in the fantastical and the prodigal senses. “Isobel” is fiction, pure childlike delight epitomised with its nostalgic lyrics and “na na na” refrain. It’s proof that music doesn’t need to take itself too seriously to be timeless, wonderful and cinematic. A flute trill precedes the string section that glides into the chorus like a magic carpet taking flight in a Disney movie – it’s slightly cheesy, but entirely picturesque. Whether by watching her unforgettable videos or listening to her beautiful melodies, Björk can transport even the most staunchly serious listener to a place of wonder and whimsy, and leave them feeling giddy.

“My name Isobel, married to myself.”

9. “Quicksand” from Vulnicura

More than any other Björk album before it, Vulnicura felt like a living, breathing organism, probably due to the sequential story that it told. “Quicksand” is chronologically the story’s conclusion, but it feels more like a coda; a moment of exhalation after the emotionally tumultuous journey before it. Its frantic percussion is as if SOPHIE produced Homogenic’s “Pluto”, but the elements around it keep it at bay. With the string arrangement swelling but never peaking and Björk’s singing measured and calm, the heartbeat of the track – that scattered drum beat – is contained as an underlying tension in a lithe and elegant body. However, as the song nears its finish, it becomes apparent there will be no denouement. The violins are cut off mid-bow and the living creature that is Vulnicura ends its life cycle by switching off like a machine.

“When I’m broken I am whole, and when I’m whole I’m broken.”

8. “Pagan Poetry” from Vespertine

I once read someone describe the music box line that opens “Pagan Poetry” as sounding like a riff that plays in a CSI-type drama during a moment of suspense. To them, this ruined the effect of the motif, but to me, it makes perfect sense to have this song soundtrack a spy thriller, even a generic franchise one. The entire song is over-dramatic, from the aforementioned music box patterns, to the murky whisperings in the background of chorus, to the imminent-doom-evoking bass synth. Even its video was totally over the top, in the best, most Björk-like way. It’s a fantastic exercise in maximalism and mood creation, and ends with one of the most striking moments of her discography. Björk manages to sound at the same time desperate, unsure, vulnerable and deluded during her repeated whisperings of “I love him” in the track’s outro, and it’s the perfect end to a very memorable single.

“Swirling black lilies totally ripe.”

7. “Bachelorette” from Homogenic

With its sinister cello melody, forte piano chords and tango groove, “Bachelorette” is immediately arresting. Björk emerges as if from a volcano or a chasm in the earth, spitting fire and blood and venom. Listen to this song on full volume and let it grab you by the shoulders, twirl you, dip you, and throw you into a brick wall. It is a monumental track, but for all the ballroom grandiosity, there is an equal amount of little touches that speak volumes about Björk’s production talents. From the subtle shift to industrial percussion during the pre-chorus to the accordion in the outro, this song is full of carefully-placed embellishments amongst large-scale events. The artist transcends her physical form to become a fountain of blood and then a broken branch, and her powerful, tortured wails towards the end of the song paint a picture of her at her most vulnerable, evoking the image of a chained dragon.

“I’m a fountain of blood in the shape of a girl.”

6. “Who Is It (Carry My Joy On The Left, Carry My Pain On The Right)” from Medúlla

Medúlla is my least favourite Björk album, which isn’t that bold a claim considering I love them all, but it’s still noteworthy that from it comes what I consider the singer’s most unbridled moment of joy. Björk wrote the song coming from a deep place of strength, and it shows. Pure, extroverted jubilation is a considerably rare emotion in her catalogue, so to hear this gem sandwiched within Medúlla’s a-cappella doom and gloom was immediately cathartic and spiritual. It’s an uplifting feeling to hear that the people you love are happy, and the same applies for your favourite singers. It doesn’t hurt that the chorus melody is near-unparalleled in its glory, and that the album’s beat-boxing gimmick is utilised here to its greatest potential. “Who Is It” is the musical equivalent of two fists raised in the air in triumph, and wrapping those same two arms around the person you love.

“Who is it that never lets you down?”

5. “Unravel” from Homogenic

A huge part of why I love Björk is her unique vocal enunciation, and there is no better display of this than on “Unravel”. Few other artists could pull off the cracking of her voice as she sings “our love, our love”, her imitating gasping for breath singing “while you are away”, her rolling of r’s and of course her Icelandic/British hybrid accent peeking through. Björk is a vocal acrobat and virtuoso and to hear her one-of-a-kind voice harmonize over itself during the climax of the song becomes more jaw-dropping every replay. There is a hidden, slow-burning magnificence to “Unravel”, which sounds somewhat unassuming upon first listen (it wouldn’t have made my top 25 a few months ago), but grows on you like a vine. With a basic structure, minimal lyrics and a steady vocal melody, the song doesn’t reach to do too much, but Björk has the ability to pull beauty out of simplest of ideas, like thread from a never-ending spool.

“The devil collects it with a grin, our love in a ball of yarn.”

4. “Cocoon” from Vespertine

When you write a song about fucking that gives you actual ASMR tingles, you know you couldn’t have done a better job. The percussion on “Cocoon” is so delicate, so faint, that it recalls insects treading across water. It also deliberately brings to mind fingertips gently tapping on and tracing the body’s most sensitive areas. It’s so calming and intimate that it’s easy to get distracted and forget that Björk is singing about waking up after sex with her lover still inside her, and describing ejaculation as “a train of pearls”. Björk infuses more poetry into sex than most, but by not shying away from detailing her pleasure, she avoids the pretentiousness of sounding overly metaphorical. We can all relate to the feeling of connectedness during and after making love to someone we really care about, as well as the starry-eyed disbelief of being lucky enough to have such an experience. Björk taps into these fundamental feelings in a perfect and endearing way, creating a gem of a song in the process.

“He slides inside, half awake, half asleep, we faint back into sleephood.”

3. “Hyperballad” from Post

Often called the best song of her career, and with good reason, “Hyperballad” is a remarkable achievement in storytelling, imagery and composition. Its lyrics have such impact and attention to detail that they would work as a prose piece, and its instrumental combines orchestral, house and IDM genres in a way that still sounds ground-breaking today. Combining words and music thus creates an objective masterpiece, one that never loses its emotional resonance regardless of how many times it is replayed. It’s a track with a fantastic level of intricacy, the centrepiece of Björk’s most successful album during arguably her greatest era. The song is a huge accomplishment, which makes it surprising to revisit that it’s about the simple feeling of not wanting to lose yourself while being in a relationship. “Hyperballad” has provided me a lot of solace in times of self-doubt, and is without a doubt the track I turn to first when I need to inspire in myself some moments of introspection.

“I imagine what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks, and when it lands will my eyes be closed or open?”

2. “Stonemilker” from Vulnicura

“Stonemilker” documents the downfall of Björk’s 13-year relationship with Matthew Barney, featuring her rawest most unfiltered thoughts sprawled out on a blank canvas, and then arranged in detached, matter-of-fact phrasings. In gorgeous ways that are impossible to replicate, the vocal melody hesitantly meanders around immediately striking lines like “What is it that I have, that makes me feel your pain?”, “I wish to synchronize our feelings”, and the quoted lyric below (my favourite). Cascading strings underscore the emotions of realisation and hope that the song is based upon, and everything feels positive, even if just for a minute. But later, as Björk tiredly and helplessly sings to her life partner that she wishes to “find our mutual coordinates”, it is a tragic moment for her and the listener both. We know that her relationship only goes downhill from this point, and the song appropriately concludes instrumentally, with Björk having spilled all that her heart can bear. Seemingly defeated, a long decrescendo signifies her descent into beautiful tragedy.

“Moments of clarity are so rare, I better document this.”

1. “5 Years” from Homogenic

“5 Years” was my favourite from the start. It’s the song that transformed me from a casual fan into a Björk devotee, and I haven’t looked back since. It was a single moment too that hooked me, on a track full of ones I adore. From the fade-in of the gritty, industrial beat over the blocky intro synth, to Björk’s passionate “I dare you” starting the second verse, to the string cadence almost 3 minutes in, and finally the abrupt, foot-on-the-brakes end of the track… every few seconds of “5 Years” possesses a moment I hold dear. However, my favourite part comes 2 minutes and 23 seconds in, when Björk growls at her lover with such ferocity and authority that I was immediately shook. I still am. For me, “I’m so bored with cowards”, growled like a lioness, is one of the most powerful moments in any piece of music I’ve ever heard. Angry Björk is something to behold, especially over an instrumental that sounds like World War 3 set in Space Invaders. Listening to your favourite artists show vulnerability is important, but there’s nothing better than listening to an iconic woman telling a weak man to fuck off.

“I’m so bored with cowards.”