Album: Charmer (2014) Label: Run For Cover Records
Tigers Jaw has got me feelin’ some kind of emotional with this album. With the release of their fourth studio album, Charmer, this will sadly be the last album made with all five original members as three of them have decided to leave the band. Although the band has been circulating the emo and pop-punk scenes for nearly a decade now, they’ve slowly transitioned into an indie-rock band notably drawing influences from Fleetwood Mac and Brand New to create the emotional yet effortless persona of their sound. Now that this album is released, what lies next for Tigers Jaw’s future? Hopefully, this isn’t the end of the road. But if it is, their fan base, including me, will surely be awaiting a reunion show 10 years down the road.
For Fans of: Brand New, Fleetwood Mac, Balance and Composure, The Front Bottoms, Lemuria
A/N: This is based off the latest/season finale episode. Don’t read if you haven’t watched as it contains spoilers!!!
Warnings: Swears? A lil bitta smut ;) My usual warnings I guess
Word count: 4346 (my longest by far!!!)
As you walked towards the your two raven haired friends, Jughead and Veronica, you started to think about how Juggie’s life was turning upside down, he had to move back t the Southside, live with a foster family, and go to Southside high, the gang was worried about him having to attend Southside High, but you were from the southside, so you knew you could take care of your best friend no matter what, plus you already planned to sneak into Southside high every couple of days to check on him.
Your thoughts stopped when you reached the table, “Can I sit?” you asked Jughead and Veronica, “Y/N, of course, take a seat with the outcasts” V smiled as she gestured to the seat next to her.
Summary: Y/N was sent to live with The Stark family at a young age, and ever since then, she seemed to fit perfectly, maybe even more than she had ever noticed.
Warnings: I just watched the episode so fluff to the max
Word Count: 2,433
A/N: I am so pleased to see how many of you like the first part to this, and I sincerely hope that the second part is even better! Special shoutout to @secretschuylersister for looking over this/encouraging me to actually post it. If you have any requests, please feel free to send them to my ask box!
It was nice of Sansa to say that she was almost done poking and prodding and adjusting your dress, even if you all knew that it was a lie. Sansa had and affinity for dressing you up, claiming that if she tried it with Arya, she would lose a finger. You couldn’t say that the idea was entirely off base.
The dress was lovely. It looked a bit delicate in comparison to the usual style that ladies favored in Winterfell. It was somehow different and you’re the same as the dresses that you favored on an everyday basis. Although you had lived in Winterfell for most of your life, your mother and father had lived much farther south.
So, you tended to favor lighter dresses, made of silk and lace in a wide array of colors. Jon liked to tease you that you were the brightest thing to ever live in Winterfell. What you didn’t know is how much Robb silently agreed with him. The dress was white, with layers of gray peeking through towards the bottom. It was lovely, although you had no idea how Sansa had managed such a lovely effect in the short amount of time since she had asked you about making a dress.
“I may have been working on it for a little while before I asked if it was okay,” she said, picking it up off of the bed and motioning for you to change into it. “But I knew that you were going to say yes anyways.”
You laughed, she was right. You had a hard time telling people no, especially when they were doing something so nice for you. After all, the Starks were your family. And if they were willing to put the time in to help you, then there was no way that you were going to refuse. It did make your schedule feel a bit cramped at times, in between dagger lessons with Arya and the boys, knitting with Sansa and tea with Lady Stark, who was forever insisting that you call her Catelyn, there were never enough hours in the day, something you often fought about with Robb.
“Well then, put it on!” Sansa laughed, tossing you the dress and pulling out her needle and thread, claiming that there were a few alterations that needed to be made. Sansa worked in silence, adding a few stitches here and there. And somehow, when she was done, the dress looked even more spectacular. She had managed to somehow make it fit you like a glove at the top, yet have the perfect amount of sway and flow in the skirts.
“Thank you, Sansa,” you said, admiring the skirts in her mirror. If you hadn’t been so caught up in how nice it was for Sansa to make you this lovely dress, you might have noticed the smug look on her face as she admired you admiring her dress. And you might have noticed that you were wearing in the Stark family’s colors. “But I really think that I should go see if your mother needs help preparing-”
“I was downstairs with her all morning. While you were fretting over nothing, I was making sure that you didn’t have an excuse to run away.” She laughed, guiding you over to the chair that was set up in front of her mirror. “Now, you have to stay and let me do something with this.” She sighed, motioning to the braid that you wore every day. Sansa took your braid in her hands, making quick work of fanning it out across your shoulders, running a brush gently through the ends or your hair.
“I cannot understand why you never take the time to style your hair unless I force you to. You know that anyone would do anything for you.” Sansa rain her hands through your hair, twisting it one way and then another, attempting to choose a style for that evening.
“I would rather spend my time with other engagements. And I’m sure that every single person in this castle has at least five things that they need to be doing at any given time. And shockingly, none of them include helping me with my hair.” You laughed, raising an eyebrow at her in the mirror.
“And does one of those things include pretending that you aren’t in love with my brother? Or is that simply a given, considering it is something that you do every waking minute of every day?”
You felt yourself tense, your shoulders locking back into place and your teeth grinding against each other. Sansa, on the other hand, continued brushing your hair into place, humming a soft tune to herself. You wished that you had an appropriate comeback, but you were left to sit there, mouth agape, while Sansa fussed with your hair for longer than should have been possible.
You’d hoped that you would have a bit of time to yourself before the feast that evening, but Sansa had insisted that a bit of rouge had never hurt anyone. By the time that she decided you were ready, the both of you were late.
“A queen never arrives at her own party on time.” Sansa laughed as you hurried down the hall. You hated to be late, and it seemed that the only time you were more than a few seconds late to anything was when Sansa insisted on helping you get ready.
“Then it’s really too bad that I am not a queen.” you reminded her, withholding a glare.
She snorted at you in a very un Sansa-like way, simply brushing past you and breezing easily into the banquet. You, on the other hand, were not nearly as confident. You took a moment to steady yourself, a moment to catch your breath, before stepping into the banquet hall.
The noise and liveliness of the hall erupted around you, pulling you in. You glanced around, taking in the musicians and the dancers that took up most of the space in the large banquet hall. And as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were elated to see Robb standing with Jon and Theon near the edge of the dance floor.
You gathered up your expansive skirts, making your way along the edge of the room to the boys.
“Well don’t you just look dashing in the Stark colors?” Jon teased you, gesturing for you to do a twirl.
You landed a punch on his arm, not hard enough to actually hurt him, but firm enough to tell him to shut his big mouth, paired with an expression that told him you were going to pretend to be cross with him for a while. “If you must know, your lovely sister made me this gown, and as usual I had no say about the colors. But, I’m sure that it is just coincidence.” You attempted to sound sincere, even though you knew what Sansa was most likely thinking when she was picking out the material.
You pretended to listen to the boys ramble on about one thing or another, but your eyes were scanning the room in search of Arya. You knew that she was not particularly fond of feasts, so you always made a point to seek her out and reassure her, even if it was only for a few minutes. After few moments of searching, you spotted her, slumped into a chair, looking like she would much rather be anywhere else but here.
You felt Robb’s hand rest on the small of your back, attempting to draw your attention away from the very important matter at hand. “Y/N, do you want to-”
“Maybe in a minute, Robb,” you said, already making your way over to Arya, not even bothering to look back towards the sound of Jon’s booming laughter.
“Arya!” you laughed, taking her hands in your own and pulling her out of the chair. “Won’t you come and dance with me?”
“You know that I have been skipping my lessons,” she mumbled, refusing to meet your eyes. Somehow, she was in a worse mood than usual.
“I never said that we were going to make our way through the most boring waltz in existence.” You were already halfway to the band, who looked almost as morose as Arya, which wasn’t surprising when you thought about the music that they were being forced to play. “If this is to be the mood for the entire evening, we are all going to die of boredom.”
You let go of Arya’s hands for a few moments to whisper your instructions to the band. They all seemed to perk up immediately, sitting up in their chairs, the light coming back into their eyes. The tune changed from the sullen one that you had grown accustomed to hearing, to one that was jubilant and full of life. Reclaiming Arya’s hands in your own, your spun her around, prancing around in ridiculous circles until a smile finally graced her lips, and then a small laugh bubbled through, and you knew that your work was done.
You gave her one last smile, twirling her in another circle before stumbling off of the dance floor. All of the spinning had made you a bit dizzy, and with all of the skirts that Sansa had swaddled you up in, you weren’t surprised that you had nearly tripped a few times before you had even made it away from the dancers.
Robb’s hand found the small of your back, guiding you away from the mass of bodies that had swarmed the dance floor. You would have been surprised, especially because you hadn’t thought that Robb was anywhere near you, but he had a habit of turning up when you needed someone.
“What was it that you wanted earlier?” You asked breathlessly, collapsing into the chair that he had guided you to.
“Do you remember when my mother was so angry at us for sneaking into these feasts that she made us attend all of those dreadful dancing lessons?” Robb asked, smiling at Arya dancing with Rickon among the masses.
“Of course I do,” you laughed, recalling the many afternoons you had spent with your slightly nasty dance master. “Your mother was so sure that we would never turn up to another ball again if we had to take those lessons, but you were at every single lesson.”
“Naturally, you were so excited, and there was no way that I was going to miss it when you tripped over your own two feet.”
“If I recall correctly, you were always responsible for catching me after I messed up a new step.” You lazily punched him in the shoulder, but the laughter died in your throat as Robb caught your fist and linked his hand with yours.
“And I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”
It wasn’t the act of holding his hand in yours that caused your breathing to falter. You had been holding pinkies since you had met, so after that, what was a hand? It was the way that his eyes were staring into yours, unwavering. For the first time in a long time, you felt yourself blushing because of Robb Stark.
It wasn’t something that happened often, the two of you had grown up together, after all. Your mother had been best friends with Cat, and when they passed away, it was no question that you were going to stay with Ned and his family.
You had been quiet when you arrived at Winterfell for the first time. It had only been a day or two since your mother and father had moved on, taken from you suddenly by a terrible affliction. You were assured that your friends would all be waiting for you, but that wasn’t good enough. You wanted your parents.
And even though you constantly reminded Robb of that, he was there for you at every turn. Bringing you a flower he found near a spring, hoping to make you smile, or telling you a poorly thought out joke, just waiting for just a glimpse of the dimples he used to know so well. And as much as you wanted to give him a glimpse of your former self, you needed time. Somehow, even at such a young age, both of you understood. And you had remained solemn, until one afternoon, he heard a giggle echoing from her chambers.
Robb threw open the door to find you sifting through a drawer full of dried flowers, picking them up one by one and examining them. He marched into the room, demanding to know why you had been so sad before. You never had been able to give him an answer, simply handing him one of the flowers and telling him that you were sorry. You never had offered him an explanation for those first few weeks.
“Y/N?” Robb’s voice and both of his hands cupping yours somehow managing to effectively draw you back to reality. “Are you okay?” his voice was soft, almost as if he was afraid to scare you away. He should know better than that by now.
“I was thinking about when I first came to live with you, well everyone. And you worried yourself over making me feel welcome, and you were so confused when you found me with that drawer full of flowers.” You sounded dreamy, still thinking about the days when things felt easier.
“You never did tell me why you kept all of those flowers. Especially when they never made you smile in the first place.” He smiled down at your hands, where his thumb was stroking the back of your hand.
“Because I knew that they were going to make me happy eventually,” You met his eyes, hoping that he understood what you were trying to tell him. “And I was right, wasn’t I?” Robb looked like he was going to answer, but you were finished wasting time moping about when there was a party going on. “Let’s dance, Stark.”
And without another word, the two of you were out of your chairs and headed for the dance floor. The musicians had kept their promise, and the music was lively. You were pleased to see that Arya had dragged Sansa into a group of dancers, and it brought a smile to your face to see that everyone was happy, for the time being. It was rare to stumble upon a moment where someone wasn’t squabbling, and when you managed to find one, you most certainly weren’t going to take it for granted.
Take a turn and see his smile Made of nothing but loneliness Just take a walk and be a friend To the Shadow Man You can call him Joe, you can call him Sam You should call and see who answers For he promises to come running, guided by the truth But the Shadow Man is really you Look in his eyes and see your reflection Look to the stars and see his eyes
277. SHADOW MAN- Ziggy Stardust Sessions, Recorded in 1971
Do you ever feel like maybe you’re TOO into the thing you are currently into and maybe you should step back because you’re starting to, for example, resent your real life obligations because they aren’t zombies and your friends and family because they aren’t Sam and Janine and Jody? But then you think about the fact that stepping back means you won’t be getting a daily fix of Sam and Janine and Jody and that sounds even worse so you just keep quietly resenting real life for intruding on your fictional life and then you do some more squats and crunches so when the zombies DO come you’ll be ready for them?
They are all for either teen and up or general audiences.
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This one got really long, but there’s a lot of good fics on it, so give it a look! Featering Lulatic, dyingplatypus, warfare, and honestly these are all good authors and good fics. Make sure to leave kudos and reviews!
Why do people always have older!Dipper stuck in Gravity falls obsessing over the same book?
Wouldn’t he try exploring the world? In a time where travel is only getting easier and easier, and we have a live, global library at our fingertips?
What if Dipper made a journal that wasn’t just a bunch of handwritten books, but rather he took full advantage of modern technology? Creating files within files, but of course being careful enough to have some form of it in the material world. He’d have handwritten pages full of Cipher and diagrams, but twice as many encrypted files or the occasional word doc. There’d be no particular order, to the untrained eye. A bit like a choose your own adventure book, there would be prompts to the next page but only Dipper would understand.
I’ve always thought that after this summer is over, he’d look beyond Gravity Falls. He’d look at the wider world and travel, finding places like Gravity Falls spotted all over the globe. Some of them tamer, and some of them making his summer at the mystery shack look like a walk in the park.
Imagine Dipper travelling the world and finding little triangles with eyes all over the globe. On make-up, on cash, in ancient tombs, on his tube of shaving cream. The guy’s always watching, am I right?
Imagine this lonely little kid making friends all over the globe who are just as interested as him. Imagine him making twice as many enemies.
There’s a whole world full of myths and legends; puzzles and mysteries. With Dipper knowing that all of them could very well be real, he would never be able to settle down.
So could we all talk about this? If anyone has ideas, please message me! I need this so bad.
Cinnamon roll Zane being the shy and extremely kind cashier who sells you your coffee and pastries and the like. He just wants to have his own business because he’s always been told he’s good at baking.
Cole is a tour guide for those to hike. He’s always the first one in, gets his morning coffee, wishes Zane a good day and goes on his morning run before his guide job begins.
Kai being one of those cooks at restaurants that cook in front of you. I’m talking the ones where they put on a show with juggling hot spatulas and send pillars of fire into the air with the oil. Kai gets his coffee right before the shift, because he works nights when the real parties are held all night.
Nya being a teacher for those who want to learn self-defense and the like. She teaches the older kids, then within her half am hour break she goes and gets pastries and maybe a drink to help her stay relaxed because she has to reach little kids after that. She needs to mentally prepare for that.
Lloyd being the rich boy in town. He always gets what he wants basically. But the thing is… Lloyd really doesn’t want anything expensive. He doesn’t need a fancy car or something to make him happy. He’s fine with the simpler things. He stops into the shop every now and again to get a special brew from Zane and to have a small chat.
Jay being a… well…. nobody really knows. He’s never in the coffee shop for more than 20 seconds. He runs in, orders, and as soon as Zane hands him his coffee he’s just GONE. He zips in and out, leaving almost no time to talk. Zane makes it a mental note to try and find out eventually what he does.
How to be an -Isms (As Explained by Glynda Goodbitch)
To begin, you'll have to make a blog. Main or sideblog, it really, really doesn't matter.
The name of said blog should be your character's name or part of the name, followed by -isms or isms. Last name, first name, both, nobody gives a shit. Make it obvious, though. It should be easy for people to know who the muse is.
Then, follow ALL THE ISMS. Every. Last. One. Makes it easy for them to know you exist and to interact.
Decorate your blog. Make it pretty. People like pretty blogs.
And finally, the most IMPORTANT step: SHITPOST YOUR HEART OUT. Ask for asks (be sure anonymous asks are on), open your submissions, make terrible text posts, send asks to other isms. Start posting, and NEVER STOP.
One last thing: doubles are allowed. If you want to be Glynda too, make another Glynda blog. We have two Neps, two Romans, two Suns, and two Blakes. We accept them all. So yeah. Don't be discouraged if there's already an ism of your character.
PS. Followers don't come overnight, but they may come in two to three weeks if you post enough, tag things, and buy this 99,99$ CND guide to running an isms blog!
Lydia couldn’t even see the Ghost Riders, yet she trusted Stiles wholeheartedly to take her hand and run away and guide her to safety. The worst part is she wanted to stay with him, because she feared losing him. Lydia Martin didn’t want to lose Stiles Stilinski. That was an internal fear of hers that she probably didn’t even realize until it was happening. And. It. Still. Fucks. Me. Up.
Did an app ever change your life? Did an app ever make you laugh, cry, yell - while making you healthier? Did an app ever get you so caught up in a story that you forgot the world around you while listening to it?
The app “Zombies, Run!” does all of those things for me on a weekly basis.
Seeing how my favorite app ever is currently celebrating its fifth anniversary, I thought I would tell you once again just why you should try “Zombies, Run!”
I have been running on and off for ten years. Back in early 2007, I think, I began because I wanted to lose weight. It did help. And I did get in much better shape. But I never really made it past 5 km runs. I got bored.
Soon to be three years ago, in May 2014, I saw a Tumblr post describing an app in which you ran from zombies while being a part of an awesome story line. Having been more off than on running for a couple of years at the time, I decided to give it a try.
I have never regretted it.
I remember it vividly. The first time I played “Zombies, Run!”. It was May 29, 2014, at 10.06 AM. I pressed that “Start mission” button, and then I wasn’t in Copenhagen anymore. I was on a helicopter, making my way over an apocalyptic England towards a small settlement called Abel Township.
Only before I reached the township, my helicopter was shot down by an unknown party. Having survived the crash, I had to run through a zombie-infested area to get to safety, with a stranger named Sam talking to me in my headset, guiding my way.
“I’m gonna call you Runner 5,” he told me. I have been Runner 5 ever since. And now I have even managed to finish a 25 km run. That’s quite a bit more than the 5 km ones I began with.
The glory of this app is that YOU are Runner 5, and Runner 5 can be ANYONE. The characters talk to you, but they never indicate gender, age, or looks. It also doesn’t matter whether you go on short or long runs, or even whether you run or not - you can also walk the missions, if you want. What the characters do tell you, however, is how important you are to Abel Township. That what you do matter. You become a hero.
As you run, you make your way through an amazing story line: Each mission is an episode in a season, as if you’re running a tv show. There are currently five seasons. The writers are working on a sixth. I am continuously amazed at the twist and turns of the story, the character development, the “ohfuckingshitthatdidnotjusthappen” moments … And that’s saying something, because I can be a picky skeptic.
You can use your own music playlist for your runs. Every mission has music breaks between the sound clips. During these breaks, you also pick up items to expand your base in the app. And (if you choose to put that setting on) you can get zombie chases - which means that when the app tells you that zombies are approaching, you have to speed up to get away from them. It’s great for interval training, and it’s completely optional; you can turn it on and off.
All in all, I want to recommend this app to anyone who needs motivation to get out there and move your body - or to anyone who wants to listen to a well-written and exciting post-apocalypse story with zombies and lovable people. And if you’re just starting out and would like a training program to follow, you can also check out their “Zombies, Run! 5k” app, which guides you through eight weeks of training, from couch to 5 km runs. The story line is not as “on the edge of your seat” as the original app, but still very captivating.
So what are you waiting for? Go find it where you usually buy your apps! The first season is free, the rest costs less than 200 DKK a year, and it is money well spent.
And then let me know how much you enjoyed it!