I’ve been pondering this all morning and after much thought, I’ve decided to jump on the “humans are strange and confusing creatures” bandwagon.
I only have one word (or, more accurately, one word composed of two different words… a compound word, if you will) for you all. Gemstones. It is not impossible that in some far reaches of the universe, another species shares our love of pretty rocks, but if we look around at other planets in our very own solar system, like Jupiter and Saturn, where it rains diamonds, gemstones would not be such a rare commodity. They aren’t even such a rare commodity here on Earth. Yet we are enchanted by them, paying great sums to acquire them and wear them. We fawn over people who have the prettiest ones and offer them to loved ones as gifts.
Now, imagine if you will, a space crew landing on an uncharted planet, where rubies are just as common as sand. The other members think nothing of it, but are perplexed as they turn to see Human Steve grabbing them by the fistful and filling his pockets greedily. Is he collecting samples for scientific research? Humans are known for their fondness of “space rocks”, they have brought back multiple ones from their moon to study, but these? These were rubies. The whole crew knew what they were, no need to analyze them any further. A confused rookie, Jix, a Freelian (a reptilian race, slender and logical from the planet Freel) inquired as to why Human Steve would need so much of a common stone once they returned to the ship. Human Steve just gave him a smile and replied “My girlfriend loves them.” So his mate was a rock enthusiast. “It’s endearing how Human Steve supports his mate’s interests.” Jix noted to another crew member. “What do you mean?” asked Commander Gress. “He went out of his way to collect rocks for his mate, simply because she likes them.” Jix stated. “You mean the rubies?” Gress said with a chuckle, “Yeah, gemstones are a rare thing on Earth.” Jix didn’t understand. Gress continued: “It makes them precious. They use ‘em as gifts… It’s a human thing.” she said with a dismissive wave and left. Jix nodded pensively. He enjoyed Human Steve’s company and wanted to convey to him, without the use of words (preferably a gift, something special), how much he appreciated him. Jix suddenly had a brilliant idea.
The next morning, Human Steve woke up to an eager Jix pulling him out of bed. “I got you something!” he chirped, leading Human Steve to the cargo bay, where a large beige boulder took up most of the room. Perplexed, “It’s a rock.” was all Human Steve could say. However, Human Steve didn’t want to upset poor Jix, he seemed so proud. A “thank you” was stammered by Human Steve and the boulder was moved to his quarters. Later that day, Linda from engineering (also a human) asked him about the boulder. Human Steve shrugged, “Must be a Freelian thing.”
jk, but it is on the lighter side! The ever loved rock camp au, insipred by the masterpiece that was Camp Rock. Idk if you have me to blame or @hannah-nobody, but you are all welcome either way.
This here is the collab her and I have been talking about for forever, and now we’re posting it in an attempt to make ourselves actually fucking finish it, but there is no motivator like disappointment.
Have Hannah’s made up reviews!
a beautiful coming of age story - ny times
one giant shit post - person
Quick notes - Every chapter will have a set of songs to go along with it, all being added to thisspotify playlist with each chapter! All genres are used, and we hope it will be as cringey as possible!
Summer has arrived, and with it the start of the two month long music camp; Fairy Tail! Full of new songs, friends, and adventures, the campers learn things they never knew about themselves and one another. And just how easy it is to sneak booze and a full sized karaoke machine out into the middle of the woods.
The music pounded through Natsu’s veins as the last notes of the song faded away and the crowd erupted into a series of screams. The band members on stage smiled as they tossed various mementos to their mud-splattered fans; picks, drumsticks, water bottles. Hands groped desperately at the air, his own among them.
He wasn’t really paying attention. His own voice joined in with the noise as he let go of all the energy the atmosphere of the festival has stirred within him. His head tipped back and he squeezed his eyes shut as he cheered.
When the band finally left the stage, Natsu looked around. He stood on his tip toes, trying to find Gajeel’s unruly mane of black hair in the sea of sweat-soaked festival-goers. When Natsu couldn’t spot him, he decided to head back to the tent.
Still on high from the previous band’s performance, Natsu made his way almost absently through the crowd. Most people lingered, waiting eagerly for the next act to come on, leading him to gently push a few people out of his way. Some people decided to sit during the break, not caring about the mud beneath them. Others remained on the shoulders of their friends, basking in the heat of the sun that had come and gone for most of the weekend.
One of the shoulder-riding music lovers caught his attention.
She was perched on someone a few people in front of him, and she was stunning. He altered his route in order to take in more of her. She was screaming as though the band were still on stage, making rock signs with her fists as she waved her arms in the air. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, but strands fell loosely on her sunburned shoulders. A pink crop-top exposed her stomach, where someone had painted a peace sign in neon green paint around her belly button.
He grinned as she wobbled on a dark-haired boys shoulders, but the blonde’s own expression turned from laughter to panic as she lost her balance.
Instinctively, Natsu pushed through the crowd and got to her just in time to soften her fall with his own body. The two of them fell to the ground in an ungraceful heap.
“Oooooowwww,” The blonde groaned from on top of him.
She raised her head, and a splotch of mud had somehow made its way onto her cheek. Natsu stared at her in bewilderment as she looked at him, eyes wide, then giggled.
He could feel the heat in his cheeks as he became aware of her body pressed against his. He’d thrown his tattered shirt away long ago, and surprisingly he didn’t feel self-conscious going shirtless among the energetic crowd. Especially not now that the pretty blondes’ hands roamed over his bare chest. Natsu quickly sat up before he became too absorbed with her wandering hands, tightening the scarf around his neck before helping her up and sheepishly apologising.
“No, no, no,” She smiled at him, “Don’t be sorry! It was Gray’s fault. He’s so meeeean.“
The girl pouted and Natsu felt a smirk pulling at his lips. He had no idea who Gray was, but he was very glad that they’d chosen to shrug her off their shoulders, for whatever reason.
Seeing his smirk, the girl’s laughter died off and she bit her lip in thought. She stepped closer, invading his personal space. His breath hitched when she placed a hand back on his chest.
“Thanks,” She told him, her voice low, before leaning up on her tip-toes and placing a light kiss on his cheek.
Her lips were sticky with pink lip gloss, and he found himself wondering what they tasted like when she drew back.
Her hand remained on his chest.
“Y’know, you’re pretty cute,“ She mused aloud.
“Erm…” He had no idea what to reply. He’d never been called cute before.
“The inspiration, the actual inspiration of the whole thing was really my kids, my daughter because I’m always saying to my kids “You gotta try new things.” and it’s bullshit ‘cause I don’t try new things ‘cause I’m an adult, right?
I thought I’m always telling them, it is hard work and if it’s worthwhile, it’s gonna be hard. Nothing worthwhile is easy, I tell them about skills, about life skills about anything you wanna do. So I thought what about the guitar? I learn how to play guitar in front of them, in a way. They are not always gonna see me playing but they can watch me struggle and be very poor at something and keep going.”
On this day in music history: June 25, 1967 - The Beatles perform “All You Need Is Love” on the program “Our World, which is the first world satellite television broadcast. Chosen to represent the United Kingdom on the program, The Beatles are asked to come up with a song that can be understood by the millions of people that will be watching. Written mostly by John Lennon, the band record the basic track for “All You Need Is Love” at Olympic Studios in London on June 14, 1967, with additional tracking sessions at Abbey Road Studios on June 19, 21-24, 1967. Their performance of the song takes place inside the huge expanse of Studio Number One at Abbey Road Studios with the band backed by an orchestra and performing their vocals live on the broadcast. The performance is seen by an estimated two hundred million people in twenty six countries around the world. It is rush released as a single on July 7, 1967, hitting number one on the UK singles chart on July 19, 1967, and on the Billboard Hot 100 on August 19, 1967.
I just had one of the weirdest dreams of my entire life and it involved a shirtless Roy Mustang with his chest covered in glitter, and whenever he walked in the room the saxophone part from Careless Whisper started playing
“I do another new song for you and I can’t even attempt to translation but in English…You know, I gave an introduction to the song and I thought I was being very smart. The way I remembered it’s King Lear who says to Cordelia after she is dead that they are gonna go away and every third thought gonna be on death. That’s not the play. That’s incorrect play. It was pointed out to me in London. It’s actually from The Tempest. And the Duke says it, or…i can’t remember who says it..now I don’t know. Clearly, I don’t know.
But I do know the name of the song. It’s called Every Third Thought. And it’s not about death, it’s about love.”