In which you slow dance with the one and only Star-Lord. (insp.)
so desperately wanted to be called Star-Lord, but everyone called him Quill.
Except for you. You preferred to use Peter, and maybe that was why he fell in
love so hard. Rarely did anyone address him without a tinge of sarcasm or
playful banter in their voice—something he was very guilty of reciprocating—but
when you spoke to him, he felt validated in ways he never knew he could. You
gave him a sense of responsibility. A feeling of warmth and excitement. A drive
in life, fueled not by a desire for the admiration of others, but rather, a
need to make you feel the same way he did. Happy.
initial glimpse of Peter was the day of Ronan’s defeat. Hair disheveled.
Clothes torn. Face scratched up. He was dancing to a song you’d never heard,
and your entire body reacted. It tingled and shook from your toes, to your
heart strings, up your throat, to your brain where the sensation settled,
leaving only one thought. Shit. You’d gone through life thinking love at first
sight was nothing more than a myth. But there you were. In love. Or something
like it. You were stubborn when it came to things like that, so you chalked it
up to lust—somehow that felt more dignified.
was alcohol involved in your first encounter. That was always how these things
seemed to go. The big hero, off to celebrate at a local bar; you, the plain
civilian, coincidentally at the same place, standing in a corner. Music was playing, but the melodies were foreign,
and you could only assume that they were his. Most of them were upbeat, but
occasionally things would slow down a little, and that’s when he shined the
brightest. He’d move about the room fluidly, pulling the other patrons close.
Dipping them, spinning them, pressing his body against theirs. Leaving a trail
of longing eyes in his wake. You couldn’t help but feel jealous, but at the
same time, you were grateful. Unless you were alone in the safety of your room,
dancing was not your forte. And so you nursed your drink and watched.
moved closer and you got a better look at his face, confirming that he was the
most unrealistically handsome man you’d ever seen in your life. It was the sort
of thing that held a hypnotic element, capturing your eyes and refusing to let
them free of his spell. The sappiness of it all was enough to make you inwardly
wretch, but as the gap in proximity closed, it became harder to deny fact.
but my theory is that basically they wanted to get those tattoos of each other’s names except they couldn’t because it would’ve looked suspicious so they started this whole poll madness to fool the clique and they were like alright alright if it’s a tie then well and if it isn’t we’ll just hack some shit to make it a tie so that we can get those tattoos without blowing our very bad cover that no one believes in as it is
You were hired on a new team Tony Stark put together as the Tech support. However, you weren’t expecting to crush on none other than Bucky Barnes.
Angsty, but the SMUT I have planned for this is gonna be SO GOOD. (wrote the outline for it, and honestly its the hottest I’ve done like fuck.) If this gets to 300, or if there is a large demand for it I’ll continue! Hope you enjoy and FEEDBACK! I love it!!! I promise. It helps me as a writer.
machinegunkelly: my heart hurts in ways i never thought it could. 💔💔 i heard the news when i was driving in the car with my daughter and i couldn’t even finish the drive. i pulled over and lost my shit. i remember watching u perform “crawling” stripped down with just mike shinoda playing the keys in Poland when we did that show together the other week, and your voice spoke to my soul. im re-living that moment now because that’s how u deserve to be remembered: a voice for those who wanted to scream out, who had pain and no way of expressing it. u were that for me since 11 years old and i had the honor to become friends with u and share the stage with you, but i never got to say thank you. You guys invited me on tour this summer and it was the happiest I’ve felt in my career, I’m sad to not be able to see it happen, but mostly just sad for music, the linkin park family, and the fans - u were one of the greatest frontmen of a band to ever live and i just want u, wherever u are, to feel loved and to be happy. thanks for everything Chester. love.
Funny how the universe
always finds a way of healing wounds and one of its greatest band-aids is time.
Three Years Later, New York City…
The scent of the air was definitely different,
but the energy of New York is a different break from Seoul. You dragged your
small suitcase behind you and searched for a familiar face in the sea of people
who were also waiting for the other arrivals. You spot a petite figure holding
up a cute card with your name on it.
She waves happily, “언니!”
You wave back and approached her with light
steps. “Dachi! Long time no see!” You give her a one-armed hug which
she returned gleefully.
“Ah, you’re really here! Feels like
yesterday when we were overthinking this whole trip.” She laughed as
she expertly led you through the airport. “You have to tell me everything!
Aren’t you starving? Wanna grab a quick bite first or should we go straight
where your boyfriend is?”
“He can wait. I need some food in my
system.” You chuckled, while you did miss him, food comes first.
“So… How’s New York? You look like you’ve adjusted pretty well over the
Dachi shrugs pompously and you ruffle her hair.
“I’m still me but if it weren’t for your English lessons, I would’ve
evaporated.” She hails a cab and you quickly give directions to your
boyfriend’s shared flat where you will be staying for the next two weeks.
“There’s a really great pizza place near the flat. You should eat nothing
but New York pizza today. I’ll treat you!”
You laugh and look out the window, suddenly
recalling how your strange friendship with Dachi began. After the whole ruckus,
Dachi had gone back to school and established her fame as a genius pianist in
the university and Jin, being the nosey pants that he was, assigned you to cover
Dachi’s story for one of his final student council projects. You learned then
that she was just young and prone to stupidity and that you were being petty
for harboring a grudge against a person who only loved to the point of
Apologies were made, introductions were properly
redone and the rest was history.
You were so lost in the memories that you hadn’t
noticed that you’ve arrived.
“You have a key, right?” Dachi asked
as you two ascended the stairs. She left you to grab something in her flat
which was only two floors above your boyfriend’s.
You took in the idyllic room, remembering his
strict instructions not to open the blue door on the right because that was his
roommate’s room and go to the white one on the other side instead. Twisting the
door open, you smiled at the immediate sight that greeted you. The room was
simple and bright, much like his personality. On the bed was a bear wearing
your shirt and a bouquet of peonies.
You set your bags in a corner and went to his
desk,. Finally recognizing the background, as you stood by it, that you’ve seen
through countless video calls. Framed pictures of your selcas with him and that
one artsy shot of you looking at each other taken by Hoseok’s girlfriend. You
invited yourself over to the bed and took out the card from the peonies.
‘Ah… I have to say something
romantic, but I want to see you as soon as possible, so get out of the house
now.’ It said and you laughed like a lunatic.
“Y/N-unnie, let’s go! We’re
going to be late.” Dachi’s voice rang through the apartment and you immediately
grabbed your carry-on bag to meet her in the hallway. You linked your arms with
her as you descended into the streets of downtown New York once more and though
Dachi frowned at your choice of pizza, she chatted animatedly about her life in
New York and her stint as a pianist for the New York City Ballet Orchestra as
you both walked towards your next destination.
“Oh, by the way, Yoongi sends his regards. I guess it’s his
way of saying, ‘Hi, I’m fine. Hope you’re doing okay.’” You cut through her
story about missing japchae and k-pop. You saw how she tried to hide the blush
that crept on her cheek. It was undeniable that she was still crushing on
Yoongi after all these time.
“D-Did he really say that?” she sputtered out as you crossed
at an intersection.
“Gosh, you’re so cute.” You remarked and she shot you a look
before you finally said, “Yes! He’s sending his regards, but I hope you don’t
get your hopes up ‘coz he’s dating someone.”
“Wh-Who said I was getting my hopes up?” she huffed and let
go of your arm pretending to be mad as she walked ahead of you.
You rolled your eyes and chuckled under your breath, pulling
out your phone to send a quick text when you bumped into someone, briefly
losing your balance until the other person steadied you.
“Y/N?” His deep voice was as alluring as he tried to meet
“Namjoon! What a coincidence, I was just about to text you.”
You both exchanged a friendly embrace before pulling away to take in each other’s
appearance. He was in a dapper suit with his signature glasses and sleeked back
hair. “You look great!”
“Really?” He averted your gaze easily, the way he always did
when he received compliments, and flashed you a dimpled smile when he
recovered. “Thanks, so do you! It’s great to see you here in New York, Y/N and
congratulations on landing that job by the way, I knew you’d get it.”
“I wouldn’t have gotten it without your help, Joonie.” You laughed,
the old nickname immediately surfacing without a hint of awkwardness.
“What help? It was pure coincidence, but makes me think how small
the world is. When my girlfriend saw your resume, she simply asked me out of
chance and how can I not put in a good word for you after everything we’ve been
through?” he shrugged, taking a sip out of a coffee cup that he’s been holding.
“You mean how I slaved under your office during senior year,
Mr. President? You know what, looking back, you do owe me a few things.” You teased
and he easily snickered along. “Anyway, let’s catch up soon? I’ll be going to
the company to sign a few papers on Monday anyway.”
“Yeah, sure! Just let me know. I’m busy with transferring to
the new firm and all that, but I can make time.”
“Okay, see you around.” You passed by each other, but when
you were a few paces ahead, you turned around and called, “Hey, Attorney Kim!”
He turned to look at you with an amused smile at his
newfound nickname, “I’m not an attorney yet!”
“You will be!” you held up your best ‘fighting’ pose and he
shook his head in embarrassment. When he already pivoted on his way, you said
in the sincerest manner, “Thank you for being my friend, Namjoon-ah.”
Suddenly, you felt Dachi grab your elbow and drag you in the
opposite direction, “Let’s go! You’re so slow.”
In a matter of moments, moments that didn’t prepare you at
all for the sudden influx of emotions, you were sitting in front of a stage where
hours later, a huge winter gala will be held. Dachi winked at you and beamed as
she sat on the piano bench. The lights dimmed and the music played for the rehearsal
of one of New York’s finest dance companies. Your heart was drumming a faster
rhythm than the piano accompaniment and your fingers were twitching in
anticipation until finally, you saw him.
With his silver hair and fair skin, his dainty fingers… all
clad in black as he flew onstage where he always felt like a thousand miles
away and yet, you knew that’s exactly where he belongs. He didn’t belong to
you, he never did. You were someone whose hands he held along the way and when
the time came, you were the first to set him free.
And yet there you were because you said you can wait. When
the music came to an end, he didn’t even spare a second and jumped off the
stage, barefoot and short of breaths. He closed the distance between you in
three, easy strides and gathered you in his arms to kiss you. You tried to meet
him halfway, launching yourself towards him and wrapped him tight in your
His kiss was as sweet as that first drunken night years ago
and your veins sung for his name as you both inhaled each other’s scent.
Park Jimin, Park Jimin, Park Jimin… your head went
completely white and only his passion-colored name was imprinted in your
thoughts as he kissed you deeper, his tongue caressing yours in an urgent
manner. He would not have pulled away if the dance company and the orchestra
hadn’t started applauding. Most of them hollering in disbelief at how cute,
bubbly Jimin was locking lips with a girl they’ve never met before.
Goosebumps covered your arms when his eyes met yours. “Hi.” He
barely said in his sweet tone before he went in for another kiss. “Y/N, my Y/N,
you’re here.” He chanted against the crook of your neck as held you close. “I
missed you so, so much. I can’t believe you’re finally here with me.”
You could tell from the way his voice cracked that he was
close to tears while you were already shedding them. “You’re so clingy. We just
haven’t seen each other for one and a half year…” You muttered against his
chest. “…one and a half year that felt like it was 10.”
“I know, finally.” He kissed you again then kissed your
forehead. “Finally, I’m right where I belong.”
“Here in this hall?”
“No, with you.” You laughed at his cheesy remark, but your
heart swelled at the thought that he was longing for you as much as you were
longing for him. “You’re home, my own personal home.”
“Welcome home, then, love.” You smiled and he wiped your
And when the lights, the music, the glitter and the noise of
New York City died down that night, you only listened to the sound of each
other’s heart as you lay in bed, skin to skin, lips to lips.
You chose a path and you were glad that it led to that one
exact moment in the lifetime of moments you wish to share with Jimin.
End of Epilogue.
Summary: It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi. With love in the equation, it becomes much difficult to find the right answer. Is it really true that you can’t choose who you fall in love with?
a/n: Hey lifetime of moments anon, I finally used your
phrase! Lol here’s the epilogue I had the idea to make it longer and more
comprehensive, but I guess this captured what I wanted to tell. Not my best to be honest, but… ah, I don’t
have excuses. byeeeee
As much as I adore all the “Humans are space orcs” posts, how has nobody come up with the idea that we’re the comparatively boring ones and most other species have incredibly complex cultures
Just imagine planets known for having orchestras composed of 246 different instruments, galaxies that have colors we never could have imagined ourselves, and Space food made with Weird Space Spices that tastes so freaking good and you can only get in Space
Imagine that, because other species have had interplanetary contact for so much longer than humans, that all their cultures have mixed together in one great Space Melting Pot and there’s a planet that’s basically Space NYC where all of it combines together to create one big Space Culture with everything from the biggest Space Art Museums ever to Kashyyyktown and Little Vulcan
Picture the Space Renaissance, with sculptors who use Space Stone and sculptors who use holograms instead of physical material. Painters who create landscape paintings that make up whole valleys that you have to use Space VR to look at. Interior design that combines popular styles from various planetary systems in order to create one Ultimate Space Decorating Style
And by the time that humans get to space and join everyone else, and ask, “Hey, did anyone ever pick up the stuff we sent with Voyager 1?” and it turns out that Beethoven, Mozart, Bach, and Chuck Berry are all intergalactically loved, and Space Teens have Cool Space Ringtones like “Wild Dog” and “Train”
And to us as a species we seem pretty boring, but over time it becomes clear that every species feels that way (except for the especially pretentious and snobby ones), but really all Space Culture is Space Cool and eventually it all melds together and no one knows or cares whether the Beatles were from Earth or if they were from Mars, cause everyone at least know they came from our solar system and that they’re one of the greatest bands of all time, and that’s what really matters
One of the greatest rock bands of all time known for their incendiary, revolutionary political views and powerful, anti-establishment lyrics.
Fun Fact: Their lead vocalist Zack de La Rocha, who grew up in notoriously conservative, Republican Irvine, California, made a vow to himself after an upsetting incident in school one day:
“I told myself,” he says, “that I would never be silent again. I would never allow myself to not respond to that type of situation – in any form, anywhere.”
We know for a fact Zayn knows something about racism (thanks in part to this shitty fandom and society in general, not to mention those two ignorant fools next to him) from personal experience. It could definitely be a statement of rebellion or perhaps he’s just a fan. Buuuuut - If you take into account that he’s not leaning into her or even touching her, plus the fact that he’s sporting an eyebrow slit just like his husband well…. you’ve really got something there, don’t ya?
Perhaps a statement, perhaps not but it’s definitely an interesting choice. It got my attention.
I have a lot of thoughts about Liam Gallagher’s discussion of Harry and Liam. Some of you might be wondering who Liam Gallagher is.
Once upon a time, he was the frontman of a very popular rock band called Oasis. Oasis’s career ended fairly abruptly after Liam and his brother Noel Gallagher got into a fistfight onstage and Noel decided to stop writing lyrics for his brother due to no longer being able to work with him - but not before Liam pulled out of an MTV Live Lounge (a HUGE deal at the time) and forced his brother to sing instead, all the while heckling him in the crowd. Liam had the voice, but with Noel out on the songwriting front, Oasis was going to drop like lead zeppelin and everybody in the band knew as much.
(I would recommend giving his Wikipedia a go, as a matter of fact. There’s all kinds of “interesting facts” about his brawls with passengers and crew members aboard an airplane and head-butting a 19 year old fan who wanted his autograph.)
Now, Oasis is heralded as one of the greatest rock bands in history, and Liam Gallagher was voted the greatest frontman of all time in the 2010s. Liam is a fantastic (albeit unreliable and unprofessional) musician, so sure, his opinion matters, and if he thinks Harry is great, that’s awesome for him. But when you take into context that he’s also called James Corden a fat knobhead without having watched any of Corden’s material… I would say his opinion is unreliable at best. As such, I’m not at all concerned of his opinion or how he feels about Liam Payne wearing a chain or “talking like a rapper.” All Liam Gallagher spews is bullshit, and at this point, the GP knows it.
What does bother me is that Liam Payne’s father realized he could sing because he was singing along to Wonderwall in the backseat one day and his dad thought it was the radio. Because his voice was that good. It bothers me that a 15 year old Liam Payne performed that song - and did a damn good job - on a stage, and poured his heart out. It bothers me that Liam Payne loves Oasis and has respect to them as artists and Liam Gallagher went out of his way to bring up an artist who 1) he doesn’t know, and 2) wasn’t even a part of the conversation, just so he could talk shit. He had to make sure the GP knew he was still an “eternal shit-talker” and he couldn’t let his reputation be tarnished by saying something nice about a young artist and leaving it at that.
So now I ask you - who’s the fucking knobhead now?
I think I broke my zipper? | The Music of Harvey Beaks
In the episode “Rock Bark Rocks” Harvey attends his first rock concert and accidentally finds himself caught in a mosh pit. This short chaotic scene reminded me of myself during my first punk shows as a teenager in Los Angeles (It was The Ramones, The Damned, and The Dickies on separate occasions at the Hollywood Palladium). There is a certain level of character building that can only come from getting kicked in the head to your favorite music– and a sense of hope that can only come from falling on your ass in a mosh pit… only to be rescued by a swarm of disembodied hands reaching down to pick you up.
I thought to myself, “Why can’t Harvey be stuck in the pit while one of my favorite punk bands is playing?” So I reached out to singer of the seminal Los Angeles punk band, The Dickies (The inimitable Leonard Graves Phillips) and asked if he wouldn’t mind singing on a 30-second song I wrote. I sent him the instrumental music and waited. A few days later I get a 5am text from Leonard with the following lyrics:
I got OCD. Don’t you pick on me. Zipper. I think I broke my zipper.
I’m not one to argue with genius. I’ve admired Leonard since I was a kid. I told him it was perfect and a week later he was in my studio recording these very words. I just love that he sat there listening to my song and these were the lyrics that popped in his head. Life is absurd. I love how it came out and so honored to have this tiny connection to my favorite wobbly-voiced musician. Incidentally, this song is far from featured in the episode, it goes by very quickly and it’s low in the mix, but that’s why I put these videos up with the full volume mixes.
THE DICKIES formed in 1977 and are one of the greatest melodic punk bands of all time. Truly underrated, although they did have some much deserved success with the cult film “Killer Klowns from Outer space” and most recently, on the soundtrack to “KICK ASS” with their Banana Splits anthem. Enjoy! -Ego
Christmas Break at Finn’s//Wyatt Oleff x Reader ~ Part Three
I don’t think you had ever had a better time in your entire life. The concert was in full swing and you were currently on Wyatt’s back belting out the lyrics to Immortals. Jaeden, Jack and Finn were all screaming the words too. You couldn’t see Wyatt’s face but you presumed he was singing. Despite the fact that one of the greatest bands ever was playing right in front of your eyes you couldn’t help but think about how brilliant of an idea this was. Not only did you get to see Fall Out Boy, you were currently sitting on Wyatt Oleff’s back.
As the next song began to play, Finn took his phone out and snapped a picture of you and Wyatt living it up. Not that either of you noticed it. You were too caught up.
One night and one more time Thanks for the memories even though they weren’t so great He tastes like you, only sweeter One night, yeah, and one more time (One night, one more time) Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories (For the memories, for the memories See, he tastes like you, only sweeter
Yes, Wyatt, you thought, Thanks for the memories. ~ You were currently FREAKING out. After the show was over the band got word that you guys were in the audience and sent someone to invite you backstage. They didn’t know you as you didn’t act but they knew the boys and that was good enough for you.
A guy from security led you down twisting corridors, up staircases, and finally to the door which said Fall Out Boy. You stifled a squeal as he knocked and opened the door.
“Come in!” A very familiar voice shouted from the inside
The door opened. Jaeden went in first, then Finn, then Jack, then you and then Wyatt. Standing in front of you was Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, Andy Hurley and Joe Trohman.
You greeted the band and had lots of photos taken. The guys didn’t mind that you were there of course. Agents had arrived with cameras and were taking pictures for social media, the latest Rocksound magazine, etcetera. It must have gotten around that you guys were going to be there. Probably thanks to Twitter.
“It’s really nice to meet you guys,” Patrick said, “I love Stranger Things, and IT. Scared the hell out of Pete though.” Everyone laughed “We’re big fans,” Finn replied, “Especially Y/N here. If it wasn’t for her we wouldn’t be standing here.” “Well, thanks, Y/N. It’s really good to meet you.” “Trust me the pleasure is all mine. I’ve been a fan for as long as I can remember.” “Favourite album?” Andy asked “Folie a deux all the way.” “No way!” Pete said, shocked, “Everyone usually picks Save Rock and Roll or American Beauty/American Psycho. ” “No, I prefer the older stuff. But I’m loving your new sound. Champion is genius and The Last of The Real Ones? Now that is what you call a good bop.” Sorry Ihad to put this :)
The whole of the band smiled and launched into the story of how the songs came to be.
When you woke up the very first thing you did was check social media. Your follower count had quite literally gone up by thousands since last night. Wyatt took pictures of you hugging each of the band members, and every time you saw them your heart skipped a beat. There were pictures of you and the others on Fall Out Boy’s Instagram account which you never imagined would happen in your dizziest daydreams.
You scrolled through the pictures and videos on your camera roll and found loads that the boys had taken before the concert. They must have taken your phone when you went to the bathroom. Trying to stifle your laughter you uploaded a couple to your Instagram and tagged the boys.
“You up already, Y/N?” Wyatt had just sat up and was looking at you with a huge smile on his face “Yeah. I honestly can’t stop thinking about last night.” “Shall we go downstairs and talk? That way we won’t wake the others and we can have coffee.” “Good idea Noodles.” “For fuck’s sake, you too?” “Come on. I need coffee.” You both laughed as you put on jumpers. You were about to put yours on but you saw Wyatt’s Canada hoodie on the floor and put it on as he was leaving his room. Little did you know this would cause Wyatt to become a stuttering mess.
You finished up in the bathroom and ran downstairs to the kitchen. Wyatt was pouring the freshly made coffee. The house smelled wonderful. He looked up at you and immediately turned red.
“I-is that my s-sweater?” “Uhm,” You looked down at your fluffy Christmas socks, “It looked better than mine and…I’ll take it off if you like I mean-” “No, Y/N it’s fine. It looked better on you anyway. Now, come and drink this coffee before it gets cold. So that’s just what you did. ~ Jaden, Finn and Jack were currently peeking from behind a wall. Y/N was drinking coffee and sitting on the kitchen counter with Wyatt in front of her saying something about a new movie.
“They are so into each other!” Jaeden whisper-shouted, “Look at the two of them being all gooey. It makes me sick.” “Yeah well he may be a brother to me but if he hurts her I’ll fucking end him.” Finn didn’t take his eyes off of Wyatt and Y/N the whole time “And if I walk in on the two of them getting it on.” Jack made a motion that I won’t repeat, “Then I will throw up all over them while they’re fu-” “Alright, Jack?!” Jaeden hissed while Finn just gave him a disgusted look, “I think we get the idea. Also, I think Y/N is wearing Wyatt’s sweater.” “What the fuck?” Finn said, “So are they official or not? What is this?” “How about we ask them.”
Jack strolled out into the kitchen like the Queen of England.
“What are you two bitches gossiping about,” He said with a smirk, “The location for your late night randevu? Let us know where you decide because I’d rather not walk into the bathroom at three in the morning and find you two fucking in the bathtub. I’d go blind.” “JACK?!” “SERIOUSLY?!” You and Wyatt both shouted at the same time “So,” Jaeden cleared his throat and tried to hide his smile, “How long have you two been up?” “About half an hour,” You said, “We were wondering if you guys wanted to go out for breakfast?” “Sure,” Finn said, “Where to?” “I don’t know,” You said, “You guys decide. I’m going to get ready.”
You were currently sat across Wyatt enjoying your caramel waffle and sipping your hazelnut coffee. Finn noticed how much of it you were drinking.
“Y/N, if you drink one more cup of coffee you’re going to be bouncing off the walls. As your best friend, it’s my duty to cut you off. So,” Finn took your coffee away and poured you a glass of fresh orange juice, “I’m cutting you off.” “Seriously Finn?” You whined, “We didn’t get back to the house until two this morning!” “I seem to recall,” Jaeden said, “Waking up to find you and Wyatt talking at three in the morning a few nights ago. And you didn’t drink a hundred cups of coffee then. Correct me if I’m wrong but you were grinning the whole day.” “Oh go fuck yourself Jaeden,” Wyatt said, “You sound just like Jack.” “Calm down and eat your waffle,” Finn said with an eye roll, “We’ve got somewhere to be at 11.” “Where?” Jack asked “There’s someone Y/N needs to meet. So finish up. We have half an hour.” You had no idea what he was talking about. But you sure as hell were intrigued.