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Hamilton Things

- Historically and in the play, Philip died at the age of 19. He lived through 19 songs in the play (Dear Theodosia through Stay Alive [Reprise])

- In his duel with George Eacker, Philip is shot on the count of seven, which is coincidentally the number he changed the melody on during his piano lessons

- “Mom, I’m so sorry for forgetting what you taught me” - perhaps this is a reference to his piano lessons when he was younger. Eliza taught him to count. Philip believes he miscounted, he believes that it was his fault he was shot on what he thought was the count of seven.

- Hamilton died at the age of 47. Including the Laurens Interlude, there are 47 songs in the musical.

- The ensemble member who plays Philip Schuyler, who gives Hamilton his blessing to marry Eliza, also plays James Reynolds, who blackmails Hamilton for sleeping with his wife, Maria.

- The “I know my sister like I know my own mind” line is sung twice by Angelica, once in Satisfied and once in The Reynolds Pamphlet, both with very seperate connotations.

- Hamilton is the first to introduce more intricate, polysyllabic raps (My Shot) as opposed to the simple beats used by Laurens, Mulligan, and Lafayette, showing his intellectual ability and innovation.

- “Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead” is directly followed by Laurens introducing himself.

- Jefferson sings in a jazzy tune because he is quite literally a generation older, in both his ideals and age.

- Lafayette’s increasing grasp on the English language is shown when comparing his verses in Aaron Burr, Sir and Guns and Ships.

- Angelica is the first to sing “look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now”, which Eliza continues to use throughout her life.

- Angelica raps at Hamilton’s speed because she is his intellectual equal. Eliza beatboxes because she supports him.

- “When my prayers to God were met with indifference, I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverence”/ “I take the children to church on Sunday, I sign of the cross at the door, and I pray. That never used to happen before”. Philip’s death drove Hamilton to religion, giving him something to rely on other than his words for the first time.

- Eliza doesn’t rap because she is quite literally given the most time, she lives to be 97.

- Not only did Eliza establish the orphanage, she also helped to establish the first school in Washington Heights. Lin could have included the words “in Washington Heights” as a reference to his other musical, but decided against it.

Pop punk problem #50


stop conforming for things you don’t actually like, if his lips don’t taste amazing against yours, don’t kiss him. if the book bores you, if the person you’re talking to is boring you then just stop. you should know that you deserve better, you deserve contentment and fulfillment by simple things. stop beating yourself up.

otayuri dance academy headcannons

-they go to the same dance academy.

- yuri is the star ballerina. he walks like he owns the school, because he does. everyone is afraid of him. afraid of his talent, afraid of his power.

-the only person who isn’t afraid of him is otabek.

-otabek is a hip hop dancer/music producer. yuri had never heard of him before, but otabek had been watching yuri’s performances ever since he came to the school.

- otabek recently was given the honor of producing the music for Yuri’s next starring role in an original production.

-yuri listens to the music made for him, and is blown away by the quality and the musicianship of this mystery man

-yuri storms into otabek’s dorm, excited to meet the man producing his performance, but putting on a mask of confidence and elitism.

-otabek is in awe by this beautiful creature acknowledging his existence. he had artfully composed the pieces with yuri in mind, but he never expected to meet him.

-otabek shows the ballerina his low-budget 5-octave keyboard and laptop that he composes on, embarrassed that he was working with so little.

-yuri is both shocked and amazed that he could make such lovely music with such little equipment, and demands to hear him play.

-as otabek plays, yuri finds himself dancing in the cramped space of the brunette’s dorm, getting lost in the music.

- so lost, that yuri didn’t realize when the music ceased to play, and otabek was dancing with him.

-yuri led otabek into a simple waltz with no beat to assist them. otabek stumbled with the unfamiliar moves, his laughs shaking his grip on the ballerina’s hip.

-yuri couldn’t remember a time when he was more at ease, laughing and dancing in otabek’s arms.

Hemmings & a bottle of rum


Part 2

Luke hemmings smut 

Request- Hi can you do a luke smut request where ur the band song writer and one day you and luke get tipsy and they end up having it in Luke’s hotel room (Hope you like it)

Word count- 2,200+

You scrunched your eyebrows, utterly frustrated and scratched out the few lyrics you had written on the piece of paper for what felt like the thousandth time. You preferred to write from experience and emotion, but right now you felt as if you were blocked. You stood up from your chair, crumpling the paper and threw it, along with the pen across the room. You groaned loudly and in that little fit of yours you almost didn’t notice the 5sos boys along with John Feldman and Alex Gaskarth walk into the room.

“When you said you like to work alone, I didn’t know it included this” Michael laughed out causing everyone else to snicker and laugh as well. Your eyes immediately darted to Luke’s icy blue ones to see what he felt about your little tantrum. Thankfully, he wasn’t laughing but you could see the amusement in his eyes. You blushed a deep shade of red and just looked down at your feet in embarrassment.

“Have you got anything yet?” Ashton voiced what everyone was thinking. “Yeah” you muttered quietly and signalled with your eyes that it was the same piece of paper you threw across the room. Luke was quick to react and practically jogged to the paper before you could protest. “Hey, it’s a work in progress” you said softly, worried about his opinions on your first draft.

Luke’s eyes moved back and forth across the paper, reading the few scribbled lines intently. His eyes widened the slightest and you walked to him and snatched the paper out of his hand. “I know it’s not good, but I’ll get there” you said exasperated and at the same time Luke was shaking his head ready to contradict what you had just said. You held your hand up in front of his face saying, “Save it”

You walked out of the studio and went to sit on the couch in the corridor. “Was it that bad?” John questioned in disbelief because he never ever doubted your talent. “Quite the opposite really” Luke said in a raspy voice and the image of him running his hands through his blonde locks flashed in your mind.

You walked back in, deciding you were being too immature and sat on one of the chairs. All of you decided to work on some sounds instead of lyrics as none of them wanted to get on your bad side. Seeing Alex sitting and brainstorming with Luke already you headed over to Ashton who was ready at his drums. He played a few simple beats and the both of you started working together in incorporating new ones.

Little did you know Luke was shooting daggers at his fellow bandmate in jealousy as he could see you getting closer and closer to him. The vein in his forehead was almost popping and in sudden force one of the strings of his guitar broke causing everyone, including you to look up at him. Your eyes locked with his and his features softened visibly.

Sensing the tense atmosphere increasingly today, Calum suggested that we meet tomorrow and continue then. You headed back to the hotel and time passed as you went to the bar with the boys. Luke was missing today though so you passed having a drink, missing your drinking buddy.

Throughout the night there was no appearance of Luke and that caused your curiosity to sky rocket. When it was getting late everyone decided to head back to their rooms while you went to Luke’s. Before you knew it, your hand was raised ready to knock at the door of the blonde boy’s room. You took a deep calming breath and knocked loudly. After hearing feet shuffle at the other side of the door, it opened revealing Luke in a pair of loose sweat pants and a muscle tee.

You took a step inside without waiting for his invitation and saw his room in a mess. You laughed to yourself and turned to look at the boy who was scratching the back of his head. “I didn’t want house keeping in here, touching all my things” Luke answered the question that was at the tip of your tongue. You saw his guitar lying on the king sized bed and commented, “I guess I’m not the only one who likes to work alone”

He walked over to the bed and sat down, placing his guitar on his lap. “I was actually trying some chords to match with the lyrics you wrote today” before you could protest, he continued “they were pretty amazing, Y/N” you shook your head in denial and sat on the chair in front of his bed. “Can I hear it?” you questioned and he instantly nodded.

He started strumming the guitar and sung out the lyrics from today afternoon. You were taken aback by the fact he had added some more of his own lines and how raw and emotional it sounded. “Woah, it does sound pretty good” you said shyly.

Wanting to eliminate the awkwardness in the room you changed the topic. “I missed my drinking buddy today” you said while sighing and walked up to the mini bar in the room. You bent down and pulled out the bottle of old monk. “You know they totally rip you off Y/N. Plus I really don’t like rum” Luke said making a face of disgust. “That’s what you get for ditching me today” you said, sticking out your tongue childishly. You opened the dark liquor bottle and poured a substantial quantity into two separate glasses. You picked up one and handed it to Luke who smelled it and made a gagging noise. Laughing at his silliness, you picked up the packet of cadbury twirls lying on the table. “We can use these as chasers” Luke seemed to love that idea and gulped down the dark liquid, immediately regretting it but opening the wrapper of the chocolate and eating it, just as quickly.

“You’re such a child” you giggled, sipping it first and then taking it like a shot. When you felt your throat burn you knew that this was a bad idea.

An empty bottle of rum and 30 cadbury twirls later, you were lying on the bed whilst Luke was bouncing on it like it was a trampoline. “Luuuuukeee, stop” you moaned and you could feel your head spin. He was on a sugar rush and you were annoyed. After exhausting himself completely, Luke sat down on the bed with his legs crossed staring at you with scrunched eyes. “What the hell are you doing Hemmings?” you asked amused and sat up in front of him.

“I’m just thinking” he said, sighing dramatically. “Bout what?” He grinned and said, “You.”

With the sudden change of mood you said, “What you did today was really amazing, with the song and all.” He shook his head and just looked at you blankly. “They were your lyrics, Y/N. I mean you are pretty amazing” he said, his cheeks held a slight tinge of pink now. “Y/N……” He stretched out like a little kid. “Yes, Luuuuu” you said while giggling. “You’re so cute, I could eat you up” he said. His bright smile slowly transitioned into a smirk and then into an evil tight lipped smile. You looked at him skeptically and the next thing you knew Luke was tickling your sides. You were screeching and laughing at the same time. Your back was on the soft mattress and he was relentless with his tickle-torture.

“Stop Lu, please!” you cried out and he slowed down a bit before stopping. You tucked your bottom lip beneath your teeth and looked into his ocean blue eyes. The ones you were drowning in and the ones you didn’t want to be saved from. You saw his eyes flicker from your own to your pink lips. You were panting in anticipation and he lowered his head ever so slightly.

Lifting your head up from the mattress, his lips were on yours and without wasting any more time his tongue was in your mouth. Although it felt magical, you both were really drunk and it was sloppy to say the least. His hands roamed your body before settling at your t-shirt and yanking it off, not a moment later. He dropped his head down to your neck and started nipping and sucking at the skin there. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he pushed his hips down grinding into you. He rotated his hips and created as much friction as he could, causing you to let out a moan.

Having never really done this with clothes on, you were soaking with the new set of sensations. He kissed you once again with force and you loved the aggression radiating off of him. You tugged at his muscle tee and in a second it was discarded, somewhere on the floor. You flipped over so that he was on the bottom and you were excited to be in control. Lowering your head down, you started sucking on the flesh just above his collarbones, causing him to let out an involuntary moan.

Luke snaked his hand around your back and un-clasped your bra, adding to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. His hands grasped both your breasts and roughly massaged them. “I fucking love these” he breathed out and began pinching and twisting your nipples. You sat up with your legs on either side of his waist and continued grinding on him, whilst he was playing with your tits.

“You’re such a fucking tease, Y/N”
“Then why don’t you do something about it?” you pushed further.

This seemed to ignite a fire in Luke as in a span of ten seconds your jeans and panties were gone. He grabbed your thighs roughly and kneaded them and you knew there would be bruises there tomorrow. “Sit on my face” he commanded and you didn’t need to be told twice. Your dripping core was above his face and he licked his lips before locking his arms around your thighs and pulling you down so your centre was on his mouth.

He licked a stripe and you shuddered in pleasure. His tongue thrusted in your entrance repeatedly. “Fuck! Luke” you yelled out and this egged him on as he started nibbling softly on your clit and rolling it around like a cherry in his mouth. He then stuck his tongue out so it was flat and moved your hips, effectively causing you to grind on his face. “I’m so close” you said in between moans and he sped up his actions causing you to come undone on his face.

You moved downwards so you were back to you original position, just above his dick. He flipped you over and slammed you down on the bed. “Face down, ass up baby” you whined at the nick name and complied. Your face was against the mattress and your once tied hair was now a complete mess. He took himself in his hands and rubbed it around your core, spreading the juices. “Fuck me, Luke” you whimpered and he pushed himself slowly into you. He closed his eyes at the heavenly feeling of your walls clenched, tight and warm, around him. He placed his hands softly on your waist and you were a bit shocked that he had suddenly become gentle but that didn’t last long as his grip tighten and he pounded into you. With each thrust your body moved forward and backward, in a rhythm.

Luke pulled you upwards and you let out a low mewl. One of his hands went to your breast, playing with them again while the other stayed on your waist. He moved his face minutely so that his lips were near your ear and he nibbled on your ear lobe. “You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you Y/N? Letting me have my way with you” The pleasure increased with this and you replied. “Harder. Fuck me harder” you screamed out, your darkest fantasy coming to life.

He nearly growled and moved his hips faster. You almost lost balance but wrapped one arm around the back of his neck. Your head fell back on his shoulder and you let out a little moan with each thrust. “I’m so close, baby girl” you nodded and he knew you were almost there. “Come for me Y/N” he said, almost yelling. You whined out his name and he let himself go to causing your highs to occur at the same time. Your vision blanked and you allowed yourself to crash down on the bed with Luke falling on top of you.

Heavy breathing was the only thing heard in the room as Luke reached down and pulled up a thin sheet to cover the both of you. Your eyes began to flutter shut as Luke left a soft kiss on your lips and you fell into a deep sleep, too intoxicated by Hemmings and a bottle of rum to utter a word.

Originally posted by queenlukes

soulmate! Dino

anon asked:  I absolutely adore your svt soulmate series, I literally just read all of them. Do you think I could request a Dino soulmate au?? Thank you!

@cnjk9799 asked:  Can I request for Chan’s Soulmate AU please? Thank you in advancee💕💕

a/n; thank you so much! and your welcome :) i hope you enjoy

in which the temperature gets hotter the nearer they are, and colder when that are farther away, but when you meet you it stops

  • you’ve spent your entire life feeling cold 
  • no not in some sad depressing way, like actually north pole cold 
  • after a trip to the doctor after you continuously complained to your mom you felt colder than the ice cream you ate 
  • the doctor simply said, “she must have the hot/cold soulmate condition, the only thing i can recommend is going to the library" 
  • and so you did, and with your bright young mind, aka the detailed map laid out in the book 
  • figured out if you were here, on the opposite side of the world was Asia
  • but man Asia equals money and you can barely pay off your car and eat food without worrying about college tuition 
  • when you felt happiest was definitely the occasional moments where you weren’t a popsicle and felt just a tiny bit more warm 
  • they usually didn’t last long though 
  • but your imagination ran wild 
  • like is your soulmate some rich kid that travels everywhere 
  • or like an old business man??? 
  • oh well 
  • but recently, you’ve felt the warmest you’ve ever felt, and you hope your soulmate was as excited as you were 
  • so with all the money you’ve save up 
  • you took a trip to the place you’ve decided on since you were young 
  • south korea 
  • it just felt right 
  • you even picked up the language, you were so prepared 
  • and when you land, and stare at the streets in your taxi 
  • it looks even prettier than all the pictures your kid self was drawn too 
  • well kid you was smart as fluff bc you’ve never felt hotter in your life 
  • i mean at least it’s summer so when you decide to explore the streets of seoul in minimal clothing, 
  • you dont get many stares 
  • after you get the well wanted street food, you head to the convince store for simple groceries 
  • your heart beats so noticeably faster as you feel as if you have a fever
  • walking into the store the first thing you do is head to the ice cream, hopelessly thinking it’ll cool you down 
  • picking between two flavors you hear,
  • “hyung i cant eat ramen right now, i feel like im on fire" 
  • "aigoo okay let’s get you some ice cream then”
  • “but hyung do you think my soulmate-?" 
  • you grip your own ice cream in shock 
  • "hello?” you call, nervously 
  • the guy, he was talking about soulmates, and he was on fire so like?!?!
  • you peak your head into the other aisle and walk slowly as 13 boys come in sight 
  • you eyes meet to who you just know 
  • and the first thing you blurt out is 
  • “is this was normal people feel like???" 
  • immediately he and the others laugh, making you blush, want to pound your head against the wall, and laugh with them 
  • he grins and shyly walks up to you after glaring at one of his friends who wolf-whistled 
  • "lee chan, but my stage name is dino" 
  • "y/n l/n, sadly i don’t have a stage name but yours sounds cool" 
  • you both whip your heads around when hearing 
  • "hajima” Chan says trying to hit some of the boys on the arm 
  • the svt boys drag you and Chan back to their dance studio, not letting the two of you get in a word edgewise 
  • “how old are you?" 
  • “you can call me oppa then" 
  • “chan’s an aegi" 
  • “which makes you our aegi”
  • once you all reach the practice room, chan grabs your arm running into the dance room, locking it with svt shouting from behind the door 
  • chan and you sit in the middle of the floor exhausted and laughing 
  • you both hear svt loudly walking away 
  • “you’re both dead later, Chan!" 
  • "the maknae has sense" 
  • "I lost another dongsaeng today." 
  • you and chan laugh and you look around the studio 
  • “you must be an incredible dancer" 
  • you say staring at the wall of mirrors before you 
  • “yea do you want to see the choreo I’m working on?" 
  • "Sure" 
  • he clicks play on the track player in the corner 
  • you watched amazed at the knife like choreo 
  • he finishes and reaches his hand out to pull you up 
  • "oh I can’t dance!" 
  • "that’s ok, all you have to do is feel the music" 
  • you try a few steps with chan’s hand still in yours 
  • you’re both laughing and enjoying the music 
  • and then you trip over your own feet and end up falling 
  • pulling chan right along with you 
  • and although you both fall onto the ground next to each other inches away 
  • you both burst out in giggles 
  • you’re surprised but happy as he pulls you into a hug while still laying on the ground 
  • "I’m glad I met you" 
  • “I’m glad to have met you too, soulmate." 
  • you’re both looking into each other’s eyes while laying on the ground 
  • a loud knock jolts the both of you up into sitting positions 

Originally posted by wonnhao

The Seventeen Soulmate AU series:

soulmate! Jun  ||  soulmate! Vernon  ||  soulmate! Vernon (part 2)  ||  soulmate! Woozi  ||  soulmate! Mingyu (carat version)  ||  soulmate! Mingyu (carat version pt.2)  ||  soulmate! Hoshi  ||  soulmate! Jeonghan  ||  soulmate! Seungcheol  ||  soulmate! Seungcheol (part 2)  ||  soulmate! Joshua  ||  soulmate! Joshua (part 2)  ||  soulmate! Seungkwan  ||  soulmate! Minghao  ||  soulmate! Dino  ||  soulmate! Wonwoo  ||  soulmate! Dk  ||


well, @akikido and i started yelling about another ndrv3 au, so here we go again

Kaede Akamatsu

  • runs the tunnel of love bc she loves the music they use for it
  • if any of her classmates get on this ride she just gives them… the lookTM
  • likes to spend her breaks with saihara and rantarou
  • is too embarrassed to actually ride this ride with anyone
  • for kaito’s birthday she stuck glow-in-the-dark stars to the ceiling and sent him through it because that’s the kind of friend she is

Shuuichi Saihara

  • runs the teacup ride
  • also helps out when people lose stuff because he’s super good at figuring out where their stuff is!
  • is embarrassed while visiting kaede bc of the atmosphere
  • is constantly teased about that by rantarou
  • can’t catch a break
  • overall is really considerate to the park guests and enjoys helping out

Rantarou Amami

  • runs the ferris wheel
  • is very chill about everything
  • almost too chill
  • once when kaede and saihara went to ride it together he pressed his button, jumped into the car with them, and nonchalantly rode with them
  • they just stared at him until they reached the top and stopped
  • they were stuck for an entire hour

Kokichi Ouma

  • is the prized member of the haunted house staff
  • has to be “investigated” by the park’s manager because there are rumors that he’s almost cruel at times
  • enjoys dragging kaito into his domain, if he can get past maki (whose area is in between ouma and kaito’s)
  • makes bets about who’ll get the most scared

Himiko Yumeno

  • performs as a “magician” for the amusement park’s show!!
  • calls herself a sorceress the entire time
  • really loves what she does
  • is a little embarrassed from all the attention though
  • especially because her assistant always gushes about her onstage…

Tenko Chabashira

  • is himiko’s assistant!!
  • gushes about himiko onstage
  • constantly squealing and “oohing” in the background
  • is ecstatic to be cut in half by himiko

Kaito Momota

  • runs the drop tower ride
  • it’s space themed (”meteor shower”)
  • tells his guests random facts about space while everyone’s getting onto the ride


  • sells cotton candy
  • is pure and loved
  • right next to angie’s booth so people think he’s just wearing facepaint
  • breaks the machine multiple times

Korekiyo Shinguuji

  • manages a little fortune telling booth
  • creeps everyone out
  • is especially popular around halloween

Ryouma Hoshi

  • he’s the guy you dunk in the dunk tank
  • “it’s what a man like me deserves… give it your best shot”

Maki Harukawa

  • works the game hall
  • lowkey makes the goldfish game easier for smaller kids
  • kaito often visits her and she just calls him an idiot for getting so invested in such childish, simple games
  • would beat him at every game in the room

Kirumi Toujou

  • she is the manager of the entire park
  • sometimes pulls some undercover boss shit to “investigate” the state of the park and the satisfaction of her employees
  • it’s in this way that, somehow or another, she has had every job in the park
  • has way too much to do and not enough time to do it but always gets everything done perfectly somehow
  • everyone knows not to mess with her

Angie Yonaga

  • still does facepainting
  • and t-shirts
  • and hennas
  • and charicatures
  • “do whatever, as long as it’s legal” -kirumi

Miu Iruma

  • runs the bumber cars
  • “modifies” some of the cars
  • gives some a bad paint job, some get “armour”, one is even remotely controlled by her so the person riding in it is powerless
  • kids fight to get the “good cars”

Tsumugi Shirogane

  • makes costumes for himiko and tenko!!
  • as well as for all the other performers in the park
  • helps out with employee uniforms if they’re damaged
  • is constantly there, even when she’s not working

Gonta Gokuhara

  • runs the petting zoo
  • cries if he sees a squashed bug
  • teaches children to be kind and gentle to the animals
  • is the gentle giant of the park
  • wins employee of the year because everyone loves him and he deserves it

anonymous asked:

In the event of a zombie apocalypse/end of the world type disaster happening you get to choose any 5 skilled people (i.e. soldier, scientist, doctor) to assist you in surviving for however long it takes...who or what would you choose and why?

honestly this is fucking easy and not even difficult to discuss.

1. Bear Grylls

i don’t know how much experience he has dealing with zombies but the dickhead will find us shelter & force me to eat food i don’t wanna eat but at the very least ill be fed without having to worry about starving to death.

2. John Wick

the people he slumped were alive but i mean…keanu reeves is a proven immortal so i know ill have shooters sitting on the rooftop hitting zombies in the head with no scope pistol shots i can’t be tucked into my bed at night knowing zombies are out there n he’ll keep my shit in tact 100%.

3. Dr. Oz

knowing me ill get bored and constantly be on some dumb shit like “let’s climb this tree” or “lets see who can nail wood to the windows fastest bear” and fuck up some part of my body…we need whatever the fuck dr. oz do on that show to keep me healthy & fit…look at that bicep do you think he fucks around with health??

4 & 5. Clipse

don’t matter if we’re on the verge of dying i need music to keep me going through the apocalyptic bullshit, pusha & malice made music off the most simple beats that we can recreate with household materials so they’re performing all of “lord willin” at least once a week to keep my spirits up they’ll help me stay sane, i will not debate this they are a crucial part of my survival team and i dare you to come up with a reason to not have these five tag along with me.


length: 1,342 words

genre: rapper jimin au; a mix i guess?

summary: all of jimin’s past assistants have quit, will you do the same?

a/n: I’ve had this idea forever and finally decided to write it…also I rewrote this 5 times, and then half of it got deleted so I had to rewrite it from memory so sorry if it sucks a little haha, but i promise it’ll get better as it goes

Originally posted by sosjimin

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man, but, if there’s one thing sana and eva have major opposite views in, it’s music.

eva’s all about those loud party bangers and her playlist is things ranging from lana del rey to marina and the diamonds and selena gomez and ariana grande. pure pop, feel good songs that make you wanna get up dance.

sana’s all head bops and songs that get you pumped up, but in a more mental way. her playlist is shaped up to look like 2pac and kendrick lamar, beyonce and drake. songs that have a simple beat, but its the lyrics that are the definers.

so when they’re both together, god, the music becomes such a topic of controversial opinions. 

“no eva that’s too loud,” “eva how can you listen to this?” 

“sana this is some heavy stuff man,” “sana you honestly listen to 2pac? even now?” 

but then there’s times, like when eva’s dancing to dangerous woman by ariana grande, and sana catches the way eva’s body moves. all slow and rhythmic, and sana’s heartbeat increases,

or sana’s having a practise session of basketball with dna by kendrick lamar on, and eva’s watching the lithe way sana’s body moves, all fast reaction times and hand eye coordination, and eva’s heart feels like it’ll burst with pride,

that they both realise why exactly they listen to the music they listen to, and why nothing else would quite fit them as much as the choices they have for their own reasons.

for focus, for feeling good, for motivating, for enjoying, for becoming serious, for letting loose, for portraying emotion, be it anger or wanting to feel determination or happiness and feeling sensual.

and so, maybe, just maybe, it’s nice. variety. being their own individual person, complete, whilst complementing one another, in being together too.

The Art of Remembering (7/?)

Summary: Killian hasn’t seen Emma in months, not since she ran off in the middle of the night. But when he receives a call from the hospital informing him that she’s been in an accident he rushes to be by her side. Nervous and anxious to see her again he’s not sure what to expect—but he definitely doesn’t anticipate that upon waking she would have no idea who he is. Modern au

Word Count: ~4,000

Rating: T

Also on:, ao3

Catch up: first chapter, previous chapter 

a/n: Thanks for reading (and putting up with angst) Your reviews and kind words about this little story mean the world to me.

Killian usually loves being out on the boats this time of year—the air is cool, and October is beginning to paint the leaves around the harbor brilliant shades of red, yellow, and orange. But no matter how breathtaking the scenery around him might be, he doesn’t really see any of it.

Instead his focus remains firmly fixed on the brush in his hand as he scrubs the deck of the Jolly Roger with a bit more intensity than the task actually warrants. With his shirt pushed up to his elbows and his hands wet with suds, Killian pushes and pulls the scrubbing brush with enough vigor to wear a hole through the wood.

But he has to get his frustrations out somewhere, and so the poor deck gets the brunt of it.

His thoughts have been a non-stop torrent all morning long. Racing an incessant path back and forth along his mind as he tries to figure out what to do about Emma and her desire to look at the pictures he has of her.

When she’d innocently suggested it last night—so hopeful and happy at the prospect of triggering more memories—Killian had panicked.

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