one of the best rock bands ever

One of my favourite little things about Farah and Amanda being healthy and stable girlfriends (as opposed to the absolute trainwreck that is Dirk Gently and Todd some days) is the fact that they’d end up sharing clothes a lot of the time, so we’d see Amanda vandalising phone boxes while wearing Farah’s crisp brown leather jacket and Farah spending lazy weekends in Amanda’s leggings and old band shirts.

“Hating Def Leppard is like hating birthdays or parades or hotdogs and beer at a ballgame. How can you not have affection for a band that found a way to use “rock” as a noun, verb, adjective and adverb, sometimes all in the same song? When you hear Elliott declare “Let’s get the rock out of here” and your first instinct isn’t to respond with a fist salute, you officially have no soul.“

-Erik Spitznagel

For @wacheypena, Rock star Len, Reporter Barry.


Barry couldn’t believe his luck. Couldn’t believe out of everyone at Picture News, HE’D been the one to score the best assignment in months. He pinched himself, making sure it was true as he listened to his editor tell him how he was going to be touring with the Rogues, the hottest band to ever come out of Central City, for the entire summer.

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One Night In Seoul // Jackson Wang ft. BamBam

Originally posted by 85milk

Pairing: Jackson x Reader (featuring BamBam as readers friend)

Genre: Smut

Summary//Request: Bambam’s friend has a concert so Bambam decided to bring Jackson with him. Y/N and Jackson meet for the first time and go hook up in Y/n apartment. 

A/N: Just as a side note, if any of my readers ever decide to have a one night stand with anyone, please always try to remember to use a condom ^^ Safe sex with strangers is the best kind of sex!

“What kind of band did you say she was in again?” Jackson asked BamBam as he sat down at the table with him.

“It’s like, heavy pop-rock. But they’re really good live, and (Y/N) is an unbelievable singer. Like I said – I met up with her yesterday for a catch-up after not seeing her in years, and she gave me two free tickets to their show. Plus, we can hang out with her and her band afterwards.  So, obviously I’m gonna go…” BamBam, explained as he placed the two tickets on the table.

“So…do you wanna come with me?” BamBam asked Jackson, pouting cutely and batting his eyelashes at him. Jackson threw his head back, yawning and pretending to make a fuss out of being BamBam’s last hope, before he shot his head back upright and smiled.

“Sure, I’ll go with you. Does she know much about GOT7?” he asked, whipping out his phone to Google your band to find out more information.

“Yeah, she loves GOT7! She really wanted to meet all of us but because she’s only here for 2 nights in Seoul and pretty much everyone is busy, it was just bad timing” BamBam sighed. He had promised you that you would be able to meet his group when you came here on tour, but it turned out that it was physically impossible seeing as everyone had plans except for Jackson and himself. Jackson scrolled through the internet on his phone, looking at various pictures and videos taken from last nights show in Seoul. He widened his eyes at a close up shot of you, dressed in the tightest black leather pants he had ever seen, along with a ripped Nirvana t-shirt with your hair falling around your shoulders as you closed your eyes and sang into the mic. He couldn’t help but find you extremely attractive.

“She looks pretty cool, and their music is good too. When are we leaving?” Jackson asked suddenly, making BamBam’s eyes light up.

“So you’ll go with me?!” he practically jumped out of his chair and hugged him as Jackson began laughing and trying his best to push him off.

“Yes! I’ll go with you, but if this is some kind of rock gig, then you’re gonna need to help me pick out something to wear…” Jackson looked at his younger friend seriously.

“…Jackson…all of your clothes are black. You’ll fit right in” BamBam patted Jacksons shoulder, both of them laughing at BamBams backhanded diss before they began to get ready for the gig.

You and your band had been on your first world tour for the past 10 months. Korea was the last stop in the Asian leg of the tour before you all headed off to Europe , so you wanted to make the last night in Seoul go out with a bang. It had been a while since you last seen BamBam so when  you found out that your band would definitely be going to Seoul, you contacted him immediately to see if you could hang out with him – to which he said he would love to. But since both of your schedules were so hectic, it proved to be difficult to get to meet him and his group too – so you settled with being able to give him 2 free tickets to the show and catching up with him after words.

“I hope he was able to get to the VIP box without any trouble” you said to your guitarist as you all stood at the wings of the stage, looking out at a crowd of about 600 people who were ready to have a good time. Upon looking up at the VIP box, you smiled from ear to ear as you seen BamBam and another guy standing and resting their arms over the railings.

“Looks like they had no problems! Ready (Y/N)?” Peter said, before running out on to the stage and the crowd going absolutely crazy. Hearing them scream gave you a massive boost of energy, as you joined the rest of your band on stage.

You began the set with your opening track, all of you going hard and giving the best performances of your life as you could literally feel the crowds energy being fed into your body as if you were hooked up to an IV. You didn’t know much Korean, but you knew simple words and phrases to communicate with the audience to get you by. Song after song, you gave it your all; every so often looking up to the VIP box and waving at BamBam and who you presumed to be another member of GOT7, seeing them wave back at you as they had their own private party, dancing and jumping around to the music.

“Thank you so much Seoul! You guys were awesome! See you next year when we’re back alright?! Kamsahamnidaaaaa! Annyeonghi jumuseyoooo!” you shouted into the crowd as the gig ended. The roars of the crowd faded as you made your way backstage, sweaty and feeling slightly tired as you put your towel around your neck. You entered your dressing room to pull out your phone and text BamBam, letting him know where to go and who to show his passes to, before lightly touching up your makeup in your vanity mirror.

“So we’re going backstage now?” Jackson asked BamBam as they descended the flight of stairs from the VIP box towards the stage doors.

“Yeah, she said to knock these doors and wait for the bouncer to come so we can show him our passes” BamBam replied, before knocking the door and waiting patiently as they watched the hall beginning to empty of sweaty, tired fans.

“She’s so energetic right? This was the first time for me to see her live. She’s so cool~” BamBam openly began fan-boying, Jackson immediately joining in.

“I couldn’t believe it! And she’s sexy too – she could be an idol if she wanted to!” he said enthusiastically as BamBam playfully smacked him on his shoulder.

“Hey, no perving on my friend!” he shouted, before the doors opened to reveal not a bouncer, but you.

“Surprise!” you shouted, as BamBam and Jackson turned around to see you standing there with your arms wide open. BamBam screamed and threw himself around you before picking you up and spinning you around.

“You were so amazing (Y/N)! That was so fucking cool okay? Ahhhh I’m your biggest fan boy” BamBam giggled as he jumped up and down in jest, making your sides ache with laughter. It was then you remembered his friend who was standing next to him awkwardly, not sure what to do as you both accidently made him the third wheel of the conversation.

“Oi Bam! Don’t be so rude and leave your friend out. Who’s this?” you teased, looking up at his handsome friend and smiling at him. You couldn’t take your eyes off of his striking features, his well built arms which were on show and his deep, alluring brown eyes. Jackson was at a loss for words, taking in your presence, looking at how your tight pants hugged you in all the right places.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry! This is Jackson! He’s our rapper in GOT7 and he’s from Hong Kong but don’t worry he speaks English too” BamBam put his hand to the small of Jackson’s back, ushering him forward.

“And I already know who you are, your fanboy didn’t stop talking about you all night” Jackson smirked, holding out his hand to shake yours. You giggled at his remark, before pushing his hand aside and pulling him into a hug.

“I don’t do shaking hands, come here you” you said as you hugged him tightly, as if you were both long time friends. Jackson was taken aback slightly, before reminding himself that you were probably used to hugging your fans back in the west. He gladly returned your hug, feeling your breasts press against his firm chest as well as the heat radiating from your body from being on stage for the past 2 hours. You took in the scent of his expensive cologne, your face in the crook of his neck as your hands pressed on his shoulder blades for support, standing on your toes to reach up to him.

“I apologise if I’m all sweaty and gross” you moaned lightly as you broke the hug, however Jackson couldn’t care less as all he could think about was your body, the softness of your voice and how you smiled at him. You locked eyes with him, a little longer than just a passing glance as you could have sworn you saw something dark lingering in his intense stare. You giggled softly, before turning back to BamBam.

“Alright so – here’s the plan. Let’s go and meet the rest of my guys, and then if it’s okay with you both, I thought we could just chill out in my hotel room, order some drink and food and just talk about whatever? I’m kinda too tired to go out anywhere right now ahhh” you sighed, rubbing your neck and hoping they were down for a chill evening.

“Sure that sounds good to me” Jackson said without hesitation, BamBam nodding in agreement as you screamed joyfully on the inside.

“Awesome – shall we?” you said, opening the door and waiting for them to go through. BamBam walked ahead, before Jackson stood directly behind you, taking the door from you and holding it open, making you look back at how close his body was to yours.

“Ladies first” he winked, giving you a cheeky smile. You scoffed at his cheesiness, as you raised your eyebrows and walked ahead. Jacksons eyes fell to your very lovely derrière, examining the very clear outline of your thong as he watched you strut in front of him. He bit his lip, before following you and BamBam backstage.

BamBam and Jackson both met and talked with your band for a while, before you told your members that you were going to hang out with them for the night. Your band were going to some bar to drink and celebrate the successful gig, so you all went your separate ways before you, BamBam and Jackson made your way to your hotel in your managers car.

“We’re not famous enough yet to stay in The Hilton, so this will just have to do for now” you joked as all three of you walked into your hotel room. The hotel wasn’t as fancy as others, but your room was large nonetheless, with ivory walls and a plush red carpet. BamBam went straight for your king size bed, throwing himself on to it and groaning at how comfortable it was. You and Jackson both burst out laughing at him as you took your shoes off before plopping yourself on to the couch.

“Alright you two, go ahead and order a bunch of food and whatever alcohol you guys want – I’m gonna get a quick shower because I’m kinda a hot mess right now” you chuckled as you pulled your jacket off, leaving you in your Good Charlotte tank top.

“Good Charlotte…is that a western brand of clothing?” Jackson asked as he approached you. He found it impossible to look away from your breasts, seeing your black bra very clearly underneath the thin white shirt, so he made an excuse to look without looking like a complete creep. You began laughing again, before standing up right in front of Jackson, your bodies but a few inches away from each other.

“Good Charlotte is a rock band from the US dear~” you said softly to him, cocking your head and flashing him a teasing glace. Jackson felt his ears go red as he watched you pull out a pair of what he presumed to be black pyjama shorts, noticing that they were just that. Short.

“Okay, I’m off for my shower.” You called out as you went into the bathroom.

Jackson and BamBam ordered a tonne of food and drink from the room service menu as they waited for you to finish your shower. They both talked and recalled different parts of the gig, before BamBam lowered his voice and looked at Jackson seriously.

“Sooo…you and (Y/N)?” he said, raising his eyebrows up and down, giving Jackson a shit eating grin. Jackson scoffed, rolling his eyes in the process while shoving BamBam away.

“Me and (Y/N) what exactly?” Jackson said coyly, playing dumb on purpose. BamBam knew that you were exactly Jackson’s type and the sexual tension between you both was pretty intense.

“Oh, nothing.” BamBam said in a sing song voice, before they both heard knocking at the door. Jackson jumped up, before opening it and helping the room service guy wheel the huge tray of food and alcohol into the room, before thanking him and closing the door behind him.

You finished your shower, drying yourself off and slipping into a clean thong, your pyjama shorts and throwing on your bands own hoodie before returning to the boys to see the mountain of food sat in the living area of the room.

“Holy shit you guys…you better eat and drink all of this…” you widened your eyes at them as they laughed and began dishing out the food. You hooked up your iPod to your speakers, putting your music on shuffle as background noise before sitting down on the sofa beside Jackson, BamBam on the chair in front of you both as you all tucked into your food and alcohol, chatting and catching up.

The food proved to be too much for you, as you admitted defeat and just stuck to sipping on your soju as the two boys practically inhaled the rest of the food. You could feel yourself getting kind of tipsy, as you noticed BamBam was pretty much as drunk as he could possibly be – Jackson just happily buzzed from his beer as you all continued to talk and have a good time.

Before long, you both had to put BamBam to bed on the sofa as he had quite literally just fell asleep, making Jackson shake his head as you grabbed a pillow and the comforter from the bed to put around him.

“He always does this; I swear he can’t drink to save his life. You’re pretty good though” Jackson smiled as he watched you sloppily tuck BamBam in, making sure he was somewhat comfortable. Jackson watched you as you bent over, feasting his eyes on the bottom of your bum cheeks and the small space between your legs from behind. It was then he felt himself becoming semi-hard in his pants, his intoxicated high fuelling his arousal even more. Little did he know, that you had bent over in front of him on purpose, your mind filled with liquid courage as you stood up and turned around to Jackson, smiling sweetly at him and looking in towards the bedroom.

“Do you wanna go in there and talk so we don’t wake him?” you asked innocently, even though you both knew that a bomb could go off and it wouldn’t wake BamBam from his drunken slumber. Jackson smirked before nodding at you and lifting his beer as he walked over to the door, opening it and looking back at you.

“Ladies first~” he said for the second time that night as you sneered playfully at him, watching his drunken gaze following your every move. You meandered towards the bed with your bottle of soju before turning around and falling on to it, spreading your body out over the sheets as Jackson closed the door and leant against it. He looked at the way your body sank into the plush bedding, the soft tone of your voice as you giggled gently in your tipsy state. He licked his lips, suddenly feeling a bit nervous as you raised your head to look at him.

“Are you gonna stand there all night or are you going to come over here and join me?” you lightly slurred while looking up at Jackson, giving him the ultimate ‘come hither’ eyes as you felt the sexual tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. Jackson gulped, smirking at you before trailing his eyes along the ground and falling down on the bed beside you. He was nervous on the inside, even with the alcohol – but his arousal was spurring him on even more so now that you had instigated him. You were a confident girl, and it had been too long on the road since you had been intimate with someone.

Jackson lay beside you, giggling and joking along with you, listening to your silly intoxicated words. He noticed how your eyes kept falling to his lips, watching them move as he spoke. He examined the way your womanly curves lined the bed sheets as you lay on your side facing him, the way the bottom of your hoodie rode up a bit to reveal your hip just above your shorts and your smooth legs brushing against his jeans.

“Tonight’s been so fun~ I miss having good conversation with strangers” you fluttered your eyelashes at him, brushing your hand against his chest. Jackson looked at you coyly, putting his hand on top of yours – his skin hot to the touch.

“Are you flirting with me (Y/N)?” he asked in jest, biting his lip and making you open your mouth in shock.

“Me?! Flirt? I would never~” you giggled, turning over and facing away from him.

“Fine! I’ll just go to sleep and stop flirting with you if you hate it that much. Goodnight Jackson~” you called out softy before dimming the light on the bedside table leaving the room in a soft hue.

It was then you felt Jackson move right up behind you, his hands immediately going for your hips and wandering over your stomach, pulling you closer and grinding his hips into your ass. You suddenly forgot how to breathe under his touch.

“I didn’t say I hated your flirting, I just hate that you’re not doing anything about it” he purred into your ear before leaving open mouthed, damp kisses along the sensitive skin on your neck. You turned around to face him, the smell of liquor on his breath as you placed your mouth on his, kissing him softly and feeling his hands travelling around your back and eventually cupping your ass as he squeezed it to the rhythm of your kiss. You reached for his shirt, feeling his hard abs underneath it and wanting more access to his stomach.

“Take this off” you murmured through the kiss, making Jackson smile at your orders, before he leaned back and slowly pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the floor before watching your eyes light up at his physique, feeding his ego in return. You pushed him down on to the bed before straddling him, this time giving him small kisses on his neck and along his collarbone.

“Your turn sweetheart” Jackson breathed as he hooked his fingers around the bottom of your hoodie, pulling it up and watching you as you let it fall to the floor, realising that you didn’t have a bra on as he felt himself getting insanely hard at your perky breasts while you teased him, rolling your hips into his and cupping your chest as you bit your lip and gave him your sultry bedroom eyes. He groaned at the friction you were creating, his hands primitively placing themselves on your hips as you moved. You shimmied down his thighs before leaning over his body, kissing down his chest and stopping at his left nipple, swirling your tongue around his small, hardened bud and looking at his face to see his reactions. He moaned quietly as you took it in your mouth, trapping it gently in between your teeth before placing gentle kisses around it. You continued south, coming to his jeans. As you kissed through the valley of his toned stomach and stopped at his hips, you began unbuttoning him, feeling his rock hard member pulsating through the thick fabric. It was like unwrapping a gift as you helped him pull his jeans and boxers down in one go. Jackson kicked them off as he watched your eyes linger over this impressive manhood, not wasting any time before you let your built up saliva pool around the tip, taking him in your hand and pumping him slowly from the base. Jackson threw his head back as he moved his hips to meet your hand in search of more pleasure.

“Feel good huh?” you cooed, watching his body tremble under your grip as he tugged at the covers around him in sheer pleasure. You slowed your movements before completely removing your hand. Jackson winced at the sudden loss of contact, but as soon as he seen you removing your shorts to leave you in nothing but a red thong, he shimmied himself up in the bed, resting his back against the pillows while pleasuring himself at the sight of you.

“Come here baby, fuck you’re so hot…” he moaned as he loosely pumped himself up and down. You giggled at his reaction, before getting on your hands and knees and crawling over to him, straddling him once more. Jackson put his hand between your bodies and pushed your thong to the side, running his fingers through your folds which were already soaking wet, making you moan as he fingered you relentlessly.

“I want you inside of me Jackson” you moaned, pinching your nipples and looking him straight in his eyes as he bit his lip hard in response to your words. You repositioned yourself over him, leaving his tip just brushing your entrance as Jackson flickered his eyes to you, looking for permission. Without any warning, you slid yourself down on him, your tight walls taking in his thickness inch by inch. Jackson held his breath as he looked down, watching himself disappear inside of you and feeling pure ecstasy as you began to bounce gently up and down on him. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he watched the beautiful movement of your breasts along with your body, your soft mewls leaving your lips as he grazed your bundle of nerves inside you over and over.He began pulling your hips forward, faster and faster; making you grind down on him harder as you felt the natural friction of his body on yours massage your throbbing clit. Streams of profanities left both of your mouths as you raced towards your highs, Jackson trying with all his might to not finish before you.

“I’m…I’m g-gonna cum” you moaned loudly, his name falling out of your mouth over and over like a mantra as your body tensed and you came hard around his cock, your sweet nectar dripping down both of you slowly as your muscles expanded and contracted. Jackson was nearly there, before you felt him squirm underneath you.

“Fuck I need to pull out, I’m gonna cum, fuck” he moaned loudly. You chuckled, placing your hands on his chest.

“Cum inside me, I’m on the pill don’t worry” you replied gently, as you picked up your pace and rode him hard, making him moan over and over. Jackson widened his eyes as his entire body shook in the wake of his orgasm, hitting him like a tsunami as it washed through him. You felt his member twitch inside of you as his warm seed mixed with your juices. You found out that Jackson was quite vocal during his high, as he moaned deeply, his voice getting a little higher on each drawn out breath. You slowed your movements, both of you looking each other in the eye, before you gently took him out of you and rolled beside him, still feeling the remains of him between your legs. You kissed him on the cheek, but that wasn’t enough for Jackson as he pulled you in closer to administer another passionate kiss to your lips. You knew this was dangerous; kissing you so lovingly when it was just a one night stand. You pulled back, smiling shyly at him – much to his disappointment. Jackson sensed your hesitancy, before cupping your cheek and moving his face closer to yours.

“Sorry…I just…it’s gonna sound stupid but I’ve…never came inside anyone before and that felt amazing” he chuckled, lowering his eyes as you giggled back at him. You pinched his cheek, admiring how beautiful he looked as he smiled, before you got up and wrapped your dressing gown around you.

“I’m gonna take a shower – i’ll be back soon” you said as you quietly stepped out of the room.

Jackson lay there, recounting what had just happened and silently cursing himself for developing some kind of feelings for you. He had only known you for the past 8 hours, making him feel even more crazy. You were leaving Seoul tomorrow, so surely this couldn’t work. He tossed and turned in your bed, pulling the covers up around him before eventually being able to fall asleep.

You returned to the bedroom, seeing Jackson completely passed out and soft snores falling from his mouth. You chuckled silently, before getting in beside him – making sure you didn’t wake him up, as you nuzzled in behind him. You knew this was a one night thing that you had done a few times before on the road, but why did it feel different with him? You scolded yourself for catching feelings so quickly. Why was he different? You breathed in his natural scent – finding it strangely calming as it lulled you into a deep sleep.

Your eyes fluttered open the next morning to see the soft sunlight coming through your windows. You felt the all too familiar ache in your head that you always got from drinking, as you stretched out your body, only to find that Jackson wasn’t there. You sat up suddenly, realising that he was gone.

“Wow.” You said to yourself. You couldn’t help but feel sad. You thought that he wouldn’t be the type to just get up and leave the next morning, especially after you had felt something completely different after sex. You reached to the floor, fumbling for your phone to see that BamBam had sent you a message early this morning.

From: Bam

(Y/N), we had to leave early because our groups leader had to be rushed to hospital with pains in his back. We didn’t wanna wake you because you seemed so tired. I’m sorry that we didn’t get to say goodbye properly, but don’t worry. It doesn’t have to be goodbye forever. Next time we’re all in the same place, let’s hang out again. Sorry for falling asleep >_< Can’t wait to see you again. B x

You furrowed your eyebrows. BamBam wouldn’t lie to you, and you knew that. But you couldn’t help feeling sorry for yourself.

“I didn’t even get his number” you chuckled, thinking that you had really lucked out with Jackson. You pulled yourself to the side of your bed, when you noticed a glass of water, two aspirin and a note sitting on the bedside locker. You cocked your head to the side, reaching over and picking up the paper, before you smiled so much you thought your cheeks would hurt.


I’m sorry I had to leave without saying goodbye. It really hurt me to do that and I hope you believe me. Last night was…one of the best nights I’ve had in a very long time – for more than the reason you think. I know you’re probably the type of person to not catch feelings for someone so quickly, but sadly – I am not. I know it’s crazy, but I feel something for you. And I wish you didn’t have to leave today.

I’ve left some painkillers for you – you probably need them :P And I’ve also left my number on the other side of this letter. If you feel the same way that I’m feeling about you, then…please contact me and we will work something out. Don’t forget about me too quickly, alright?

Jackson x”

anonymous asked:

u should totally give us a list of these mentioned post trk pynch au's :))))))))

Of course, anything to promote my fave fics. Most (if not all) of these are very well known in the fandom already but oh wells they’re incredibly well written and the characterisations are just amazing. 

The completed au’s:

  • The breach of all thy laws: 
    • a prison au (i know, who would’ve thought?) but it’s super great and also kinda broke my heart a little bit at the end  
  • Reunions trilogy
    • the summary is kinda in the name i suppose. ronan and adam went to high school together and then end up crossing each other’s path in the future 

Uncompleted, but not abandoned:

  • To feel your heartlines: 
    • this masterpiece is an au based on four weddings and a funeral you don’t have to have seen the movie to read the fic but oh my god it’s one of the greatest fics i’ve ever read it’s so well written 
  • Finding that love song:
    • the famous band au that if you haven’t heard about yet i assume you either don’t read fanfic or just live under a rock. honestly it’s legendary  
  • What stays and what fades away:
    • this new gem that has popped up out of nowhere and taken over everyone’s life. adam and ronan broke up after high school and haven’t seen each other for five years until blue and gansey get engaged and lets just say an old flame rekindles (it’s gonna fuck you up in the best way fyi)
  • The obstacle of you:
    • camp counselors au!!!! it’s written by the same author of to feel your heartlines, hasn’t been updated for a while but i’m sure it will be in the future and it starts off great anyway so defo worth a read 

These are canon complaint and post-trk fics but still so great:

  • The forest grows back: 
    • this one is completed and deals with all the characters aftermath at the end of trk, explores a lot of issues with the book and just all round really great 
  • He closed his eyes and let the storm soak him:
    • much more pynch centered and again deals with all the aftermath of trk and how their relationship develops and grows after their first kiss. it’s wonderful, so cute and sweet and also really emotional
  • Inside Out:
    • another great pynch centered fic that deals with aftermath and explores the development of their relationship. it’s wonderful, super emotional and heartfelt 

Unfortunately the list isn’t that long but i know for a fact there are plenty of other greats fics out there and maybe i’ll make a longer list for them someday. But these are all the Must Read’s for now. Enjoyyyy !!!! 

YOI AUs I will probably never write but want anyway

FLCL AU: Yuuri lives in a boring town where nothing exciting happens. Then, a Russian man with a heart shaped mouth shows up, kicks him in the face with his ice skates and starts pulling aliens out of his head. One of these aliens is of course, Yuri P, who gets converted to being a good guy with a kick to the head.

Rushmore AU: Yuri wants to get the attention of the attractive and interesting kindergarten Yuuri Katsuki. In order to impress him,  Yuri befriends eccentric millionaire Victor Nikiforov and they vow to build a campus ice rink to impress him. Victor and Yuuri fall for one another, spurning Yuri to leave school, write the best ice show ever, and face the pains of growing up. 

High Fidelity AU: I honestly have little memory of this movie but I feel like it would be good for Otayuri when they’re rapidly approaching thirty.

Detroit Rock City AU: Where Otabek and Yuri steal away to see their favorite band in Detroit. The night of course is filled with adventure, awkward moments, and lots of sweaty, cheap beer, and cum sock scented debauchery.

And honestly we’re probably more suicidal than ever now.
—  Isle Of Flightless Birds by Twenty Øne Piløts

anonymous asked:

I have a couple of questions. I want to get to know my favourite blog better so here they are! 1. Do you think you're a great writer? 2. What are your favourite bands? 3. Who are your favourite followers? 4. What's your favourite type of story to write? 5. What are you most insecure about? (You don't have to answer if you don't want) 6. Favourite movies? 7. What's your biggest mistake? 8. How do you feel about abortion? 9. How do you feel about Trump? 10. Best story you've ever read? Why?

Oh well thanks Hun. No ones ever asked me to do one of these before…

1. I don’t think I’m a great writer
2. My favourite bands are Kodaline, AC/DC, The Beatles, Metallica. I love classic rock.
3. All my followers are my favourite!
4. I love to write all of the best friend stories, the really cute drabble ones
5. Back in the day when I was young and in high school I use to self harm, I was doing it for about 4-5 years so I kind of have a build up of scars from doing it, so that’s kind of what I’m most insecure about… especially trying to hide it when I go for interviews and stuff. You need to try and be professional and that’s a huge turn off for employers.
6. My favourite movies are Jailhouse Rock, The Outsiders, Ghost, Dirty Dancing, and a whole lot of others that I can’t name right now
7. My biggest mistake is probably losing my virginity before I was ready and also not making good choices about that whole “relationship” I was in.
8. I believe abortion is necessary and a choice that all women should be able to have for their own bodies. I know a lot of women who’ve had them.
9. I fucking hate that racist cunt.
10. Best story I’ve read is Handle with Care by Jodi Picoult and The Outsiders!

Thanks for the questions.

anonymous asked:

Also, before I forget to ask this, the Japan 1977 show is one we all love too and proof all rock bands sound better in Japan, but is there any audio or video of the rest of I'm So Afraid from that show? It cuts off in the middle:(

It’s a great show (GDW is one of the best ever) but unfortunately a full I’m So Afraid hasn’t surfaced yet.

A.M. - MITAM Series

“Feels like this could be forever tonight, break these clocks, forget about time
There could be a World War 3 going on outside
You and me were raised in the same part of town, got these scars on the same ground
Remember how we used to kick around just wasting time?”

It was really weird, looking through all those pictures. I was already 21 years old and looking at my 10-year-old self, holding hands and smiling big, right next to my best friend, brought a weird feeling to my chest. It always did. We had long since stopped being those two rowdy children, who could bring hell to a birthday party if left alone for two seconds and now we were both grown adults, going on with their lives. Him, a big popstar that left our hometown to conquer the world and me, a personal stylist that was lucky enough to get a good client right of the bat, which helped my career grow in a big way.

Harry and I never left each other’s side, even with all the crazy stuff that happened to us in the past five years. While he went off around the world, winning the hearts of millions of girls, I was back in the U.K., building up a career that allowed me to leave home and even then, when all the odds seemed against us, we managed to stay close, stay together, stay the best of friends.

I could certainly say we had had some help. The fact that our families were so close had always been a huge factor in our lives, but if I had to pinpoint a reason, it was simply because we just couldn’t stay away. Even when we were drowning in all the stuff we had to do and life was getting in the way, we found our way to each other. Either with a call at the wee hours of the morning or a plane ticket in my e-mail with just a word written in the message box “please”, we kept coming back to each other. We were both anchors in each other’s lives. He was home, we were home, or at least I hoped so.

I sometimes wondered where would I be if we weren’t so close. Would I for instance, be moving to a new house, just blocks away from his place in Primrose Hill? Probably not, if we considered all the pestering and convincing he had to do to even get me to go see the house. There was something I can’t deny. When Harry wants something, he usually gets it, and he had his heart set on having me living close to him. The reasons ranged from safety to comfort, and I tried to counter him with reasons of my own to continue living with my roommates: “you’re on tour most of the year”; “every time you get a chance, you take your arse to LA”; “It’s way too expensive for me”; “Jesus, Harry. Stop it, it is not that great!!” But still, he insisted and at the end on the day, we came down to the usual: I couldn’t say no to him, even if my life depended on it. I was weak.

“What you doing there, Doll? You need to help me with these boxes!” Harry said, bringing me back to reality.

“Sorry, was just looking through some of my pictures.” I said, blinking quickly to get rid of the colorful spots that appeared in my eyes as soon as I remembered the sun over me. “Remember this?” I showed him the picture that had me reminiscing, the one we were holding hands and smiling big.

“That was Alice’s birthday party. She was so mad I wouldn’t let go of you to go take a picture with her.” He laughed, putting down the big box of clothes he had in his arms and coming towards me to take a good look at the frame.

“Yeah, that still happens. You won’t let go of me enough so I can run away from you!” I said, a smirk on my face as he rolled his eyes.

“You can’t live without me, don’t play innocent. You’re the one that can’t stay away. You even moved to be closer to me!” He accused, the dimples appearing on his cheeks with how hard he was trying not to smile.

“You’re such a dickhead. I moved here cause you didn’t leave me a choice!” I exclaimed and he laughed out, that loud cackle that made him squint his eyes and look like the little kid I met all those years ago. “Shut up and go get the rest of the boxes, Harry.”

“Yes ma’am!”


“You’re gonna spill it.” I warned Harry as I watched him fumble with the bottle of wine. He was a bit drunk, his eyes turning glassy as he giggled at nothing.

“You like it?” He asked me, leaning on the couch and turning his face to look at me. His breath was a bit bitter, maybe from the alcohol we had had, but that wasn’t enough to cover his scent, the same one that made me dizzy whenever I tucked my face onto the crook of his neck, or pressed my forehead to his shoulder, whining about nothing just so I could be pouty and feel him close to me.

“The wine?”

“The house.”

“S’nice. A bit big, though.”

“It only has 2 bedrooms.”

“Do I have to remind you I come from sleeping in a closet?? That’s how big my room was in my old flat? Give me somewhere I can stand without bumping my head, I’m gonna think it’s big.”

“Want me to sleep here tonight?”

“Were you planning not to?”

“Not really. Even brought new pillows cause your old ones make my neck sore. Don’t want you getting scared.”

“Oh please, you just love getting in my bed.”

“Keep dreaming.”

“You just love me, I know it.”


“Won’t you stay ‘til the A.M.? All my favourite conversations
Always made in the A.M cause we don’t know what we’re saying
We’re just swimming ‘round in our glasses and talking out of our asses
Like we’re all gonna make it, yeah, yeah”

“Doll, c’mon! We need to leave!” I could hear Harry yelling from downstairs, just as I finished the flick of my eyeliner.

“Can you calm down a second? It’s not like the pub is going to go away if we don’t make it there in the next five minutes, Harold!” I yelled, huffing and hastily putting on my boots and my coat on. He was back from tour for a week, choosing to spend his time off in Holmes Chapel, where we could hang out without being photographed every step we took. He had been touring for a long time now, spending months on end in the States, so I hadn’t seen in for almost six months when he appeared on my doorstep, disheveled and with more tattoo’s than I could count, a big smile plastered on his face.

“Am I gonna have to go up and carry you downstairs?!” He yelled again and I grunted, getting my purse.

“For fuck sake, I’m coming!” I said, stomping on my way down and pushing him towards the door. “You’re so annoying!”

“You love me.” Harry stated, dimples deep into his cheek as he closed my door and led me to his car.

“I do not!” I told him, having to lean into him to be able to go up on his Range Rover and huffing when I sat down. Being smaller than him and having to get his help to get up into his car without making a fool of myself always got him making fun of me for being too short.

“Ok shorty, did you forget all the tears you spilled when you saw me on your door last night?” Harry smirked and I rolled my eyes.

“That was disgust.” I told him with a mocking smile.

“Keep telling yourself that…”


It had been hours since we got to the pub and luckily, it was one of those that stayed open until very late. It was already 1 am and it felt as if we had been drinking for days now. I was slowly sinking into that numb state of mind, where everything is funny and nothing is better than being right there, on that dark pub, the bitter stench of beer taking over my senses and Harry’s heavy arm around my shoulders as we laughed loudly at this one guy that was trying to call for the waitress but she kept ignoring him.

“You know what? This is best night ever.” Harry slurred, his voice getting deeper because of the amount of shouting we had done earlier, when there was this little band playing all the classic 80’s rock you can think of. “Sometimes it’s nice to not be recognized.” He said and started to shake his head drunkenly as everyone in the table gave him an amused look, some of us snorting at him. “I’m not complaining! I’m not. I love what I do. But sometimes it’s nice to be able to chill out a bit, y’know?” He asked, his doe eyes staring intently at me. That was Harry, always grateful for things, even when the craziness took a toll on him. Even when he was on his worst day, he never wanted to look like he didn’t appreciate all the things he was privileged to have.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me H, I know.” I told him, my hand going up and finding his fingers laying heavily on my shoulder, intertwining our hands.

“I’m glad to have you, love. Dunno what I’d do without you…” He whispered, like it was a secret no one but us could know.

I looked at him, taking in all of his features. The pouted lips, red and swollen, the faint smell of beer coming out as he spoke. His face was so close to mine I could see the emerald green of his eyes, so clear when up close like this. His hair was a little longer, being a while since he last had a haircut but I liked it like that, the chocolate curls smelling like apple and honey, the smell of my shampoo. It wasn’t until that moment I realized how much he’d changed over the years. He had lost most of the softness of his features, the cut of his jaw more prominent than ever, the tiny bit of stubble growing on top of his lips making me remember that he was now a man, not just the little boy I knew since I was a baby. His voice had grown deeper and his shoulders were wider, the muscles more defined and taut under his skin. He smelled like expensive cologne and….well, him, that familiar smell only he had. I inhaled deeply, taking it all in and closing my eyes. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol but I knew I was starting to lose it. The warmth of his embrace was making me a bit dizzy and when I opened my eyes again and saw him staring intently at me, I let out a shaky breath.

“I- I need to go to the loo. Be right back.” I said, untangling myself from him

I could feel my heart beating quick against my chest, my breathing a little hard. I didn’t know what was happening; I just knew I needed to stay away from him for a little while or otherwise, well, I might say things I had to regret in the morning. I leaned on the sink and looked at myself in the mirror, the little redness in my eyes that thankfully, would pass as drunkenness so I didn’t have to give myself away.  

“Don’t be dense, he’s just Harry. Just Harry.” I whispered, taking a deep breath and turning to go back to our booth.

As I reached the bar, I could see Harry standing up against the wall, right next to our booth, a beautiful girl laughing at something he’d just said. Stopping in my tracks, I turned towards the bar quick so he wouldn’t see me. I didn’t want to get in his way if he wanted to bring a girl home, even though he was staying with me. Or maybe I was not that selfless, and I had gotten out of the way just I wouldn’t have to look at him and let the revolting feeling in my tummy grow. It felt weird seeing him with someone else when he was supposed to be spending time with me. Actually, it felt weird all the time, seeing him with other girls. Harry was always such a constant presence in my life, that it was difficult for me seeing him paying attention to someone else. It might sound crazy and selfish and extremely jealous of me, but I was used to having his attention and it was not a nice feeling having to share it. Hence the fact that I was always glued to him when we were younger and even more when we grew older. If I walked away, someone might take my spot.

Drinking whatever it was I had ordered, I turned around in my stool to look at everyone else going ‘round in the pub. The drink in my hand was strong and it made my head swirl a little bit, the nice buzz of the alcohol in my veins easing my mind and making me not care so much that Harry wasn’t around. I could see a guy making his way towards me, making me smile and look away, my eyes going right back to the corner where Harry was standing. Our eyes met and he sent me a desperate look, like he was trying to tell me something but the amount of booze we had in our system was making it difficult. He looked down at the girl, who had one hand on his bicep and the other on the first button of his shirt and looked up again, widening his eyes at me like he was calling for help. Putting down the glass and taking a deep breath, I made my way towards them, ignoring the cute guy that was just steps away from me. I didn’t know what I was going to do or what he wanted from me, I just knew I needed to do it.

“What’s happening here?” I asked, before I could stop myself. The pretty girl, with the big brown eyes and dark hair, her lips painted in a bright red lipstick, turned to look at me with an innocent look in her eyes.

“We’re just talking… aren’t we, Harry?” She smiled up at him, her fingers going under the collar of his button up and caressing his skin. I could feel the frown take over my features as I looked at that and my hand went towards hers without me thinking twice.

“I think you need to back off sweetheart. He’s with me. I was just at the toilet, that didn’t mean he was available.” I smiled, taking her hand away and dropping it. She looked angry, like she was about to scream at me, but I kept smiling as I leaned into Harry. “You ready to go baby? I think we’ve had enough trouble for a day, don’t you?”

“Absolutely. Let’s go home, love.” Harry smiled cheekily, one of his hands going around my waist and the other waving goodbye to the brunette.

Stumbling all over each other and laughing loudly, we walked out of the bar. I was somewhat sober, the adrenaline rush of the little stunt I pulled back in the pub making me sober up quickly, but Harry was drunk out of his ass. His loud laugh, that cackle that made you think everything was ok in the world, was echoing on the empty streets and he was leaning on me, making me almost fall face first to the floor.

“I didn’t know you could play the part of the jealous girlfriend so well!” He exclaimed, the cheeky smile never leaving his face. I laughed, opening the door of his Range Rover and pushing him up on the passenger seat.

“I’m a great actress H, you have no idea. Been pretending to be your best friend for years now, I’m a pro.” I replied, leaning in to buckle the seatbelt on him and he huffed and rolled his eyes, leaning in to whisper in my ear.

“You’re in love with me and you just don’t want to admit it. That scene back there was you acting like you’ve always wanted to.” He whispered, suddenly not so drawled out and a lot more sober than what I thought he was. My breathing hitched in my throat and I leaned back, standing at the door of his car, looking up at him. His eyes looked glossed over and his lips a deep pink, wet from his tongue running over it and his hands were gripping one of mine.

“You’re too cocky for your own good, Styles.” I whispered, finding my voice shaky and my eyes not being able to look into his for more than a second. It was cold outside, but the warmth of his hands holding mine was like a fire, burning hot and taking over my skin. My stomach was overtook by butterflies, that were running around freely, making me feel anxious and out of control. I didn’t know why we were having this conversation at 3 in the morning, in a dark alley, after a drunk night. I didn’t know why he was talking to me like this or why this was making me feel so uneasy but it needed to stop, it needed to end right there.

Taking my hand away from his and closing his door, I made my way towards the front seat, struggling to enter the car and then closing the door, turning on the heater and adjusting the seat so I could drive us home. I was about to turn the ignition when Harry’s hand took mine over the gear, his thumb running over my knuckles and a deep sigh coming out of his strawberry pink lips.

“Don’t worry, love. I love you too.” I turned to look at him, the bright green of his eyes brighter than ever, the sincerity burning into the deep husky sound of his voice. “Gonna marry you someday, y’know…” Harry whispered and our eyes locked, my head nodding before I could stop myself. A happy smile took over his lips and I smiled back, turning on the engine and driving away.


“You know I’m always coming back to this place
You know and I’ll say…”

The house was disturbingly quiet when I got in. Funny thing, at first I absolutely hated that deafening silence that kept reminding me that I was alone and making me jump at the slightest creak of the wood. But as time went by and I got used to spend my time alone, it became comfortable, part of the place I lived in, unless, of course, Harry was there, making his presence known and taking over every bit of space as if he owned it. I actually think that was when that house really became a home.

I had to almost restrain myself to not look for a bat or something to defend myself with as I made my way into the foyer. The house was dark and all the curtains were closed, a decision I was now starting to regret. My fingers went to look for my phone, getting it out of my pocket so I could call for help if need be.

It was one of those moments where you’re in a real hurry and nothing goes right. My hand was glued to the wall, trying to find the light switch but failing miserably and I was about to cry, listening to a heavy breathing that was coming from somewhere in the living room. I was getting nervous and the need to sprint off was growing bigger and bigger.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck.” I said, closing my eyes with a scared yelp when I finally turned the lights on. I waited for a couple of seconds, maybe for a hard blow on the head or something but it never came. When I opened my eyes again, relief and anger slowly sipped up my body, swirling in a quick mix as I saw the grinning boy on my couch.

Harry was sitting comfortably on my sofa, his feet propped up on my coffee table as he offered me a wide, shit eating grin, which frankly made me want to punch him. I was so enraged with him, it took me a while to notice the white ball of fur sitting on his lap.

“What is that??” I asked him, looking at his hands as it played with the little puppy, scratching behind his ears to his comfort. His fur was white and black and his small eyes were almost gray. The only thing distracting from his white muzzle was his pink tongue that he had out in satisfaction.

“This is a dog.” Harry said matter of factly, making my eyes look at him him and away from the little puppy.

“Why is there a dog in the house? Are you giving me a dog?”


“Cause you can’t bring a dog home and then take it away, Harry. I’ve been through this.” I warned him. I actually had, when I was little and my mom had decided she wanted to have a puppy, bringing him home and then giving it away when he bit and destroyed her favorite pair of shoes.


“That would be far too cruel to me, and I won’t ever speak to you again.”

I watched Harry as he carefully sat the puppy on the sofa and walked to me, his large hands wrapping around my arms to make me look up at him. I was incredibly excited, but still, I had decided to wait until he told me if I was indeed going to keep the dog before I even let myself get near him. I hadn’t even let myself think about the fact that Harry was there, instead of tour as he should be. Was it already time for his break?

“Love, I know. He’s staying so he can keep you company and you stop calling me in the middle of the night because you got scared.”

“I do not get scared!!” I protested, already pushing Harry away to go pick the puppy in my arms. He was heavy and warm and his cold muzzle made me laugh when it bumped to my shoulder. “He’s so precious!!”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I love him.” I said, leaving him on the couch so I could go to Harry and hug him.

Even when my intention was to give him a hug and maybe a peck on the cheek, I guess my excitement got the best of me, cause we found ourselves stumbling onto the couch and falling clumsily on it. A giddy squeal came out of my lips and I giggled as I started to press kisses on Harry’s face, making him laugh under me and his laugh echo on my body as we both tried to not fall.

I discovered something when I pressed my lips to his: They tasted a lot better than I could ever imagine. They were sweet and soft and even when it took me a couple of seconds to react to the fact that I was actually kissing, they were already imprinted in my memory forever. My hands scrambled to the sofa and I tried to push myself up, but I found myself being pulled to his chest.

His hand on the back of my neck was burning my skin and I almost felt myself being set on fire as he tilted my head so he could deepen into the kiss. It was almost surreal, the heavy feeling of his tongue running across my bottom lip and his arm hooking around my waist to press me even more to his body. I kissed him back, Jesus, I kissed him back as hard as he was kissing me, giving him hard kisses that were going to leave our lips bruised and red, tasting his lips and exploring his mouth with eagerness. I could feel his tongue slipping past my lips and I grunted when he pulled on my bottom lip, my fingertips digging on the leather of the couch before I pushed myself up.

I looked at him for just a second, gasping for air as I saw his flushed face and I got up, walking to the dog and picking it in my arms, maybe to hide the heavy breaths that were making my chest heave. It wasn’t like it was supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Have you thought of a name?” I asked him before he had the chance to say anything and as casually as I could, I sat down next to him, flicking my eyes to his red lips before I looked into his eyes.

“I’ve thought of ‘Little Dog’” He said and the sudden raspiness that was present in the dark notes of his voice made me shiver, turning to the puppy to smile at him.

“We’re not calling him that.”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re not, Harry.”

The silence lasted a couple of seconds, the heavy pants coming from both of us the only noise breaking the air. I couldn’t stop my head from spinning or my lips from tingling and I had to make an effort to focus on my surroundings, on stopping my hands to trail through his hair and pull him to me to kiss him once more. My heart was beating so fast anyway that it was all I could hear.

“What about Jagger?” He suggested, looking at me in the eyes as he scratched the puppy’s ear. It was good, it suited him and even better it reminded me of Harry. Like it was meant to.

“I like Jagger.”

“We have a name then.” He smiled tentatively and I smiled back, feeling a heaviness sit on my tummy as I tried to not look at Harry. Literally any other place was better. Awkwardness was slowly sipping up in the air and I shifted on the couch, trying to not bother Jagger as he started to look at my hand in interest and to lick on my skin with tiny little flick.

“H,” I started, and just saying that letter drained me of all the courage I had in me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t-“ There was a lot more I wanted to say, but Harry shook his head, raising his hand to stop me.

“You know I never do anything I don’t want to, right?” He asked, looking at me intently, the intensity of his gaze making me hold on to Jagger tighter, like he was an anchor. I could feel my legs turning to jelly, the fact he admitted to wanting the kiss was amazing and scary at the same time. He’s my best friend, for fucks sake. “Don’t you?”

“Yes.” I nodded and looked up from Jagger, his eyes locking into mine.


I don’t think I had run so much in my entire life. I am pretty sure you can sum up all the hours I had run in my life, all of them, and it wasn’t going to be as much as I had played with Jagger that day. It was nearing 2 am and we were ready to pass out, lying down as Jagger trotted around the house.

I was as sleepy as I could be, but the kiss we had shared was still haunting me, not allowing me to fully relax in Harry’s presence. I knew he noticed. I knew I wasn’t being very inconspicuous but I couldn’t let go of the fact that we have kissed. After all those years, after going through puberty and the high of our hormones together, we had managed to not kiss and do something stupid but now that were grown adults, we couldn’t help it. I had to admit, if it was anyone else, I wouldn’t be so freaked out. But the chance of losing him, even the slight percentage was making my head pound. I was scared.

“Earth is calling!” I heard his raspy voice calling for me and I looked up, finding him looking down at me from the sofa, his eyes heavy from sleep and his cheek squished against the couch cushions.

“Hm, sorry.” I said, patting Jagger’s head as he stood next to me for a second before he sprinted off again. It was rather unfortunate; I needed his help in avoiding Harry’s stare.

“You’re gonna have to talk to me normally again, you know?” He asked and I sighed, rubbing my hands over my face.

“I’m sorry…It’s just, I don’t want things to get weird!” I exclaimed, letting my frustration get the best of me. I whined, sitting up so I could rest my back to the sofa and look at my hands as they fiddle with the little tear in my jeans.

“Things will only get weird if you continue insisting that they will. Don’t get too into your head love. I promise I’m not mad or thinking badly of you.” Harry said, sitting up as well and taking my hand as I got up hastily and got ready to leave. Pulling me to him, one of my knees in between his spread legs, my hands found purchase on his shoulders so I wouldn’t fall. We were face to face and his eyes were boring into mine, like I was so scared of. “It was quite lovely. Wouldn’t mind doing it again…” He said and my breath hitched on my throat.

“Don’t- don’t be like that Harry.” I whined, looking down and pushing myself away from him so I could go to bed and forget this ever happened. I thought things were going to be simple but I forgot I had a stubborn as hell best friend. He pulled me back down, this time making me sit on his lap and he leaned in, his lips catching mine before I could stop him in a quick kiss.

“Let’s go to sleep.” He whispered and I nodded, almost automatically, too lost in his green eyes and his electric kiss to even begin to think.

We got up from the couch and his hand wrapped around mine, leading me to the stairs as if he owned the place and I was the guest. It was almost silly, to think things could really change, that I could lose him over a kiss. I could not, I would not. I needed him in my life.

“C’mon baby, let’s go.” I said in a baby voice, standing at the end of the stairs to wait for him. I had almost gone to bed without him. Some mother I was. Jagger didn’t seem to mind about my slip, though, running up to me, with his tail swinging from side to side and his tongue pocked out, and he jumped into my arms, allowing me to pick him up.

When we got to my room, I breathed deep and decided to let go of my fears, at least for the night. I had to trust Harry in this one, cause if I didn’t, I was going to go mad. With a big sigh, I stripped down to my underwear, picking a large T-shirt on, that I was sure had belonged to Harry at some point, and taking my bra off from under it. I lied down on my bed, the only part of the house that was actually set, and I looked at Jagger as he jumped behind me, snuggling his little head to my tummy as I played with him, caressing his soft fur. When I felt Harry’s warm and naked chest pressing against my back, I didn’t even flinch, letting him pull me to his chest and nuzzle his cold nose against my neck. All of it was normal, it didn’t mean anything.  

“Why are your feet always so cold?!” I groaned, trying to pull away as his cold feet tangled with mine under the covers.

“Shh, don’t complain. You’re always drooling on my chest and I never say anything ‘bout it.”

“You’re saying it now!” I exclaimed, turning to look at him to see him chuckle.

“Goodnight, love.” He ignored me completely, his full lips puckering to give me a quick peck on the shoulder, his version of a goodnight kiss.

“Won’t have one with your squash feet freezing me to death.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be warm where you’re going.”

“Hey!! Shut up or you won’t get anymore kisses!!”

“Oh, are we negotiating now?” He said, raising his head from the pillow and looking down at me as he propped himself up on his elbows. A mischievous smile appeared on my face and I let my eyes wander to his lips, biting into the corner of my lips as I willed myself to look into his eyes.

“No, we’re not.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m not, but if anything goes wrong, I wanna put it on you.”


So, to celebrate MITAM and it’s wonderfulness, @punkcupcakestyles​ (aka Scar) and I decided to write a series together. This is the first installment, in which we worked very hard on. We will be writing all of the MITAM songs, not in the same order they are in the album but there will be a timeline. You guys will find all of it in both mine and Scar’s blog. Hopefully you’ll like it, please please please with a cherry on top tell us what you think! Lots of love, B xx



Suspiria (1977)

September 26, 2016 Movie Of The Week

Italian horror maestro Dario Argento’s bewitching magnum opus Suspiria is one of the most atmospheric horror films ever made. Beautiful and bloody in equal measure, this one is required viewing for any die hard horror fan.

Suspiria tells the story of Suzy, an American ballet student who has just arrived in Germany to attend a prestigious school of dance, which… well, let’s just say the place isn’t quite what it seems. As her classmates begin to disappear one by one, Suzy must unravel the mysteries of just what diabolical deeds are occurring at the so called Tanz Dance Academy. It’s a slow burn that may seem a bit dated to some modern fans, sure, but when things boil over in the third act Suspiria delivers on its reputation and then some.

That being said, the real star of Suspiria isn’t the story. It’s the aesthetic. Full of shocking colors, unnatural patterns, and bizarre sets, the look of Suspiria has as much character as any of its actual characters. The Tanz Academy seems almost to live and breathe; its ornate decorum and eerie lighting, ever shifting from pinkish red to somber blue, give the school an ethereal, vaguely nightmarish quality that looms large over every scene, constantly reminding the viewer that something just isn’t right here. And believe me, it isn’t.

Accompanying the visual majesty of Suspiria is its fantastic musical score, one of the all time best in horror’s vast history of awesome scores, provided by the prog rock band Goblin. The score, especially its incredible title theme, sets the mood so beyond perfectly that it feels silly to describe it to you. Just listen for yourself. I’d throw that one up there with the Halloween and Friday the 13th themes of the world any day of the week. It gets under your skin and gives you the creeps in the best possible ways and I love it so much.

Honestly, that same line sums up Suspiria perfectly. It just has this wonderful way of getting under your skin and creeping you out. And what more can a horror fan ask for than that?


requested by anon

Dean: So, Y/N, what is your opinion of ACDC?

Y/N: One of the best rock bands ever!

Dean: … Sammy, you found yourself a keeper.

Sam: I know. But there is a lot more to Y/N than just her music taste, I mean she also-

Dean: What about Blue Oyster Cult?

Hearts That Sing

[[Based off @dashingicecream‘s cutesy doodles here and kinda here~]]

A/N: Okay okay I know the main RWBY Rock AU is supposed to be Ladybug and Freezerburn, but Dash recently started drawing a Rock AU as well and to be honest… I’m totally fine with doing Monochrome with it, so there. Deal with it.


No one had ever said that being the lead singer in a four-girl’s rock band would be easy.

But Weiss was always up to tackle the new challenges and best whatever hurdles the rockstar life threw at her. Auditions, rehearsals, concerts, dances… They were all welcomed obstacles and learning experiences for her, especially when she got to face them with her band.

But there was one single challenge she simply couldn’t overcome.

“Ugh. I don’t believe this…”

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