my summer jams

limitless or cherry bomb? good thing or running 2 u? heartbreaker or 0 mile? back 2 u or sun and moon? baby don’t like it or whiplash? angel or summer 127?

mood: BING-GEULBING-GEUL ROUND 💫💫

I made a mix tape straight out of 94’  

Side A

1. Basket Case - Green Day 2. About A Girl (Unplugged)- Nirvana 3. Amazing- Aerosmith 4. Burn Out - Greenday 5. Self Esteem - The Offspring 6. Carousel - Blink-182 7. I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles) - Down by Law  8. Live Forever - Oasis 9. Better Man - Pearl Jam 10.  Give It Away - Red Hot Chili Peppers 11. Infected - Bad Religion 12.  Closer - Nine Inch Nails 13. What’s the Frequency, Kenneth? - REM

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“what bunch of idiot….thanks so much, both of you.”

what if pixelberry have a voting gauntlets 

so uh

someone have make a (taco) jake fanclub! and i like it already! the fanclub was @jakemckenziefanclub ! join us now!!!

also did everyone want to talk/discuss about endless summer actor/movie au? because i kinda imagine that jake, diego and quinn actor are totally bff arounds and been together during middle school

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1979: Smooth

By @rhapsody-in-flannel: 1979 “Will you two just admit that we should have gone with my plan?!” (btw this is a really clever concept!)

Word Count: 822

A/N:  For the longest time I absolutely loathed country music. But the last few weeks I’ve kinda started loving it. And, I mean, how can you hate a song that uses a frog as an instrument? That’s absolutely fantastic! When I got all of my brother’s songs, I inherited his big library of country music, and somehow this song found its way onto my iPod. I don’t know many Florida Georgia Line songs, but I think it’s time I check them out more :)

Version en Español: 1979: Smooth

Song 1979: Smooth by Florida Georgia Line


“Will you two just admit that we should have gone with my plan?” Dean hissed at you and Sam as yet another person walked up to introduce themselves.

You just laughed, the sound of your good mood echoing off the old barn and leafy trees. Sam, as always, was infected by your happiness and found himself relaxing, despite Dean’s keyed-up attitude. “Dean, c’mon, it’s not that bad. Besides, why would you wanna go to an old bar when we got invited to a good ol’ fashioned southern barbeque?”

“Hey there,” the middle-aged woman drawled, coming to a stop in front of the three of you. “Y’all don’t look like yer from ‘round here.”

“They’re not,” you gestured at the boys, leaning into Sam’s side. “But this smells like my childhood. Feels like home.”

In the two years that Sam had known you, he’d never seen you as at peace as you were in the middle of this crowd of strangers. Your southern accent that was always playing on the edge of your voice had come out in full force during this hunt. You spoke slower, smiled more, and just seemed freer. The hot, muggy air wasn’t as stifling as it would have been without you by his side.

“Then let’s get y’all somethin’ ta eat! Can’t let these two handsome fellas leave without experiencin’ some o’ our southern hospitality.”

You pulled away from Sam and looped your arm around the woman’s, leading the way further into the melee. You fit right in here. As Sam pulled Dean along to follow you, he heard you confide to the woman like you two were best friends. “Dean over there thinks he prefers bars to parties. It’s up to us to convert him of his heathen ways.”

“And that tall drink of water next ta him?”

“Oh, don’t worry about him. I’ve got that one eatin’ outta my hand.” The wink you flashed over your shoulder at Sam made him grin and forget about the hot sweat that suctioned his clothing to his body.

The closer the group of you got to the crowd, the deeper Dean grimaced. Country music flowed out from speakers set up throughout the yard, people of all ages milled around, and there was a loud buzzing that came from everyone holding loud conversations. Sam just rolled his eyes at his brother’s behavior. Dean could put up with one night of innocent company and music that wasn’t classic rock.

Once Dean had a plate of food, though, he was in a slightly better mood. You had taken residence under Sam’s arm while the two of you joked and conversed with the people around you, making up for Dean’s silence.

A few hours into the night, people started moving off to the sides, making room in the middle of the yard for a dance floor. Your eyes lit up, but before Sam could decide if he wanted to embarrass himself on the dance floor for you, another man came up and asked you to dance. Without a second thought, you stood up and took his hand.

“Y/N—“ Sam started to protest, but you just leaned down and kissed him quickly, pulling back with a huge grin.

“Honey, don’t you worry.”

And in the next flash, you were out in the middle of the dance floor, easily following the stranger’s lead. Sam was torn between his jealousy at seeing that other man’s hands on you, and the pure happiness that he felt upon seeing how free and happy you were in this setting.

More people skipped onto the dance floor and partners were switched around. No one stayed with the same person for long. Just watching you smile and laugh as if you’d been friends with everyone at this party for years sent a spark of tenderness through Sam’s heart.

Then someone grabbed Sam’s hand and he let himself be pulled onto the dance floor. You spotted him and lit up even more, if that was possible. Making your way over, Sam marveled at how well you fit in here. The way you moved your body and how you locked your eyes on his just made him fall even more in love with you than he thought possible.

You finally made your way over and hooked your arms behind his neck. Sam couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and leaning down until his lips were at your ear. In his best southern accent, he said, “Good Lord almighty, darlin’. You sure know how ta make a man fall in love, and ya ain’t even tryin’.”

Your perfect laughter rang across the crowd at his attempted fake-accent and you leaned up to kiss him. “Oh, sweetie, it’s effortless ‘cause I wrote th’ book.”

“Think you could read me some of those chapters tonight?”

With shining eyes, you grinned up at him. “I reckon we can figure somethin’ out.”



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