noise pieces

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There I was, minding my own business when suddenly intense Luffy and Robin nakama feels hit me.

That’s a lie. I always have feelings for these two.

Only Friends Are Allowed To Touch Luffy’s Hat.

The premiere had taken place actually before the rehearsals. Venturing a forest of improvisation and makeshifts where we lie in characters in the idleness of the names’ verification. Talking rooms at the edge of a communication. Answering machines speaking to each other over the still noise beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. Driftwood of an endless overture. As soon as the morning stars began to continue to begin the bar, addends were drawn one at a time after the sum and interlocutors were put vertically to make way. The number varied. The forest plucked the following everwho in.

MASTERLIST

Smuts will be bolded and italicized*

DEREK LUH IMAGINES

Anxiously Home

Pieces

Noise Complaint

The Key Out Of The Friend Zone 

Childish Behavior

Kindled

All For Good Reason

Not Such A Bad Boy

Until It’s Gone

You’re just a Fuckboy 

Who’s It Gonna Be? (Feat. Sam Wilkinson) // Part 2

Forgotten Christmas 

I Don’t Know How To Feel 

Coming Down ( Based on the Song)

Lean On 

It’s Luh Bitch 

Leaving Home

Harmful Thoughts

Mama Bear 

Backstage Butterflies

NATE MALOLEY IMAGINES

Face to Face Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

12:00 a.m.

Sweaters

Netflix and Chill 

Penny For Your Thoughts

Winter Wonderland

Double The Competition 

“Friendly” Games

It’s What It Looks Like (Feat. Sam Wilkinson) // Part 2

I’ll Stand Up For You

The Friendship Circle

Birthday Present 

Hands Off

You’re A What? 

Riot

Distraction

SAM WILKINSON IMAGINES 

Don’t Leave

Who’s It Going To Be? (Feat. Derek Luh)  // Part 2

It’s What It Looks Like (Feat. Nate Maloley) // Part 2

TEXT AU’S

Nate’s on tour (Nate Maloley)

CAUGHT FEELINGS FAN FICTION

All Parts 

PATHS FAN FICTION

All Parts

Flirtatious Sister Fanfiction 

All Parts 

anonymous asked:

the noise pieces (is that what they're called idk man) that you put out are so cathartic like they mean a lot

that means a ton dude, thank you! i’m a real big fan of the noise work that i do too. working on them feels so natural.

I can’t help but wonder if there was ever a time Anakin broke his arm while tinkering with it. Like he’s sitting with Padme in their apartment, she’s reading some bill or something and he’s tinkering with his hand and then he breaks it. It makes a noise, pieces fall, it steams and they just sit there staring at his arm which looks fine but it hangs limp. “Everything okay?” Padme would ask. “Yeah… sure…” he would say, poking at his arm with his tools again, “I think I might need a doctor…”

clipping: Philadelphia 3/4

Here is my doofy write up of an amazing night.

  • We had to wait out side in freezing cold for 45 minutes for the doors to open, but it was worth it because my friend Dana and I were some of the first people in
  • While Dana wient to check our coats, I went and made friends with Josh, clipping’s merch table guy. He is an older, very kind very sweet gentleman. I explained that we were super interested in saying “hi” to the band and texted them for us, said they would meet us at the merch table after their set.
  • Bless my BFF Dana. Her tall all loud mouth Jersey girl self dragged me through the pit and we were right up front against the stage.
  • Ok so. Here’s the thing. FUCK PHILLY FUCK FLAMING LIPS CROWD FUCK EVERYONE. Jon came out first and I screamed “JON!” and people clapped (some dickhole behind me was like “is it one guys with a laptop”) then Bill came out and I yelled his name and tried to get people to clap then Daveed came out and I screamed his name and he WAVED RIGHT AT ME (I mean I was right there) and I was like “Surely out of these 3000 people some of you fuck sticks know who GODDAMN DAVEED DIGGS IS” and I guess he’s still not as famous as I think he is? Anyway. The crowd S U C K ED. Here’s why
    • They played their asses off. They played Inside Out, Body and Blood, Wriggle, Air Em Out, Work Work, The Breach, Baby Don’t Sleep, Story #? (can’t remember which one), Shooter… and Jon and Bill did a a few noise only pieces. EVEN WITH THEIR HEARTS OUT THERE THE CROWD WAS NOT HYPE.
    • Of course, I was screaming and jumping and singing along and dancing and trying to get people to cheer. There was me, Dana, a couple next to us and two hipster white dudes a few feet away from me that were clipping fans everyone else was just like dead quiet and confused, on their phones in shit. RIGHT ON THE FRONT ROW WHERE HE COULD SEE YOU. So rude. Ugh. 
    • This one jackass in a Clown Wig behind us yelled “BOO YOU SUCK” And Dana turned around and cursed him out. 
    • I yelled “WE LOVEYOU” And Daveed blew a kiss right down at me. 
    • I hate my city. Agh. 
  • So after their amazing set where they did not get the love they deserved, we went back to the merch table to good old Josh, bought t-shirts, and he told us to sit tight the band was on their way. There was a little bar area that was empty so we just sat there. 
  • Daveed came out and directly came over to me and Dana. He was so smiley and I immediately told him “I am so sorry my city did not give you the love your guys deserve” and we chatted and he REMEMBERED ME and was like “I wear your scarf a lot, I couldn’t bring it on tour because I don’t want anything to happen to it” !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • He told me he saw me getting hyped and thnked me. DUDE DO NOT THANK ME  DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
  • ok so for the next ½ hour, he hung out with us and talked one on one to me about stuff just chill af. We offered to buy him a drink (he had a mug of tea!!!!) but he was like “I am avoiding alcohol because of my vocal chords” so my friend Dana got him a bottle of water and he was so grateful. 
  • Maybe like 2 other people came up to take pics with him but he just stuck around and talked to us
  • I WAS SMOOTH AS FUCK. I was totally myself. I was so much more starstruck the last time I met him, and this time I got to be myself. Talking to him was wonderful. 
  • We talked about his music, his career, his time as a teacher. He asked me about the school I want to open one day, thanked me (!!!!) for teaching. 
  • Dana told him her 3 year old loved his Rubber Ducky take on Sesame Street. He said “That was one of the most fun things I ever got to do.”
  • After that 30 min or so he was like “I have to go finish helping the guys load up the van” which was fine because I was ready to leave and didn’t wan’t to over stay my welcome. I had already taken so much of his time. He gave us each the BEST HUG EVER (no he doesn’t smell LIKE ANYTHING but his sweater was really soft). And we wished him luck on his tour and he went back stage. 
  • Ok so when Daveed talks to you, he is just so present? Like he looks AT YOU at your FACE and listens and he’s EXPRESSIVE and he’s also super touchy? Like he touched my arm, my hand, my shoulder when talking to me. He’s so affectionate. I remembered this from last time (when he cuddled me unprompted) and I was still not ready for it. I don’t know how I was cooler and chiller this time but I was but still. That man putting his hands anywhere on my person is just like GAHHHHHHHH.
  • They put on a great show. I hope they continue to get exposure and make new fans. 
  • I think I looked pretty damn cute. My goal was to get Daveed to…ya know…check out the boobies, and I can say with confidence this goal was met. (But he wasn’t creepy about it.)
  • If you HAVE THE CHANCE go see clipping. GO. DO IT. They put on an amazing show (seeing Daveed rap in person is a religious experience) and you will still have so much fun even if you don’t get to meet him. But if you do, be kind and respectful. He is so sweet, he will make you feel so valued as a fan.

I love you guys. 

D Half Moon

OC x ChildhoodFriend!Jimin
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(a/n) a little something before I need to focus on my finals hehe ENJOY LOVES I have many more things to finish in my drafts… I think this is more like a drabble LOL 

Originally posted by bangtanboysbutterfly

The sunrise paints itself over the glittering jewels of the ocean, illusions of light with corporeal beauty that leaves you to your thoughts and the rhythmic inhales and exhales of the boy next to you. You let the sea breeze soak into your skin, allowing the colors of the sunset to saturate into every wrinkle of your brain until the image is impressed upon your memories and safely stored away for those nights. To the right, the moon has already risen into the multicolored sky, her position just short of the loud colors because she always preferred the somber blues to the sultry violet reds.  

“Say Jimin,” you begin after a huff, “don’t you think the moon is sad every night?” The tuff of chocolate brown on your lap tilts upwards every so slowly until you’re granted the view of his smiling crescent eyes. It makes your pulse stutter and your heart ache because even the moon would be envious of such beauty too. Soft, melodic, albeit amused laughter floats to your ears as Jimin looks up to meet your eyes, his hand coming up to thread through your hair and your heartstrings. 

“Why is that?” he murmurs, the prompt enough to spill your thoughts into messy splatters. “Because, she’s always missing something. Even when she’s full and shining the brightest, she knows that it’ll only last for so long until her pieces are scattered once again. Never satisfied. Never whole. Eternally incomplete.” The sentence picks itself up and departs from your lips along with your train thought, leaving you to wonder if maybe the thought was too eccentric and after all when the only response you earned is an echoing silence, occasionally filled with the oscillating crash of the waves. 

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