Here me out, guys. Big Time Rush may well have been a kids show but it’s iconic to the generation it was made for. Even without the show, the band’s music was great and I 100% believe that they were the precursor to other boyband successes (*cough* One Direction *cough*) because they warmed up the target audience first. All four guys were so talented in their own individual ways and I hope that whatever they’re doing now, they’re happy and killing it. They brought happiness to so many kids’ lives and to me at least, the show is still good to watch today. And it had such a great message, too. Follow your dreams no matter who you are or where you come from, work hard and do what your heart tells you is right.
What I’m trying to say is, I’d give my right hand for someone to bring these boys back.
Paris, London, Tokyo
There’s just one thing that I gotta do
(Hello, tuck you in every night on the phone)
(Hello, tuck you in every night)
And I can hardly take another goodbye
Baby, won’t be long
You’re the one that I’m waiting on
on spotify I have three or four big playlists with +200 songs. this is one of them. all the songs remind me of my crush. I won’t post the whole playlist, if you want that, click the playlist below! :)
cage the elephant - cigarette daydreams sia - reaper arctic monkeys - brick by brick red hot chili peppers - suck my kiss the jackson 5 - blame it on the boogie panic! at the disco - new perspective fall out boy - alone together smash mouth - i’m a believer panic! at the disco - lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off panic! at the disco - but it’s better if you do troye sivan - youth big time rush - any kind of guy the 1975 - love me the smiths - last night i dreamt that somebody loved me pilot - magic eagles of death metal - speaking in tongues alice cooper - poison toto - hold the line nina simone - i put a spell on you scorpions - rock you like a hurricane air supply - all out of love reo speedwagon - i cant fight this feeling fall out boy - miss missing you queen - somebody to love the neighbourhood - sweater weather the neighbourhood - baby came home
A series of unrelated, fluffy one shots featuring Killian Jones and
Emma Swan and the relationship that makes us all swoon. Will contain
both canon and AU stories. My contribution to Operation Rainbow Kisses
and Unicorn Stickers (aka, my attempt to drown out the season 4 finale
angst with ridiculous levels of fluff.)
Emma took off her reading glasses, closed her eyes, and
massaged the bridge of her nose. Paperwork. She hated
paperwork. Why hadn’t anyone freaking warned her about it before she
became sheriff? Of course it had been nearly 20 years since she first got
elected, so she should be used to it, but somehow she’d always been too busy
with whatever scum of the earth villain was currently in town. Paperwork
always got tossed onto a messy stack on the corner of her desk to work on
hadn’t had a new villain in what felt like forever. They’d defeated the
last one when the twins were six. That was, what, four years ago?
How was it possible that the two of them were 10 already? Her
babies were ten years old! It seemed like just yesterday she and Killian
were consuming ridiculous amounts of coffee trying to stay awake after
sleepless nights caring for two newborns. She must be getting old; time
was rushing by faster than Leroy on his morning bacon run.
Regardless, the day of paperwork hell reckoning had come.
had offered to stay in the office and help her with it this afternoon, but
she’d waved him off, telling him to go be deputy to her father for the
day. She smiled thinking of the boyish grin that had spread over his
still-far-too-handsome face. Her husband’s friendship with her father was
nearly legendary. She shuddered to think what kind of trouble the two of
them were getting into while they were supposed to be keeping the streets of
deep sigh, Emma donned her glasses, ran a hand through her shoulder-length
blonde hair and reached for the nearest stack.
of the sheriff’s station slammed, and a moment later Eva bounced into view, all
curly blonde hair and teenage exuberance. Emma’s fifteen-year-old
daughter shrugged off her backpack, tossed it to the floor and then threw
herself into the chair across from Emma’s desk.