People don’t look at you and see your body. They don’t measure the space between your thighs or the width around your stomach. That doesn’t happen. People see your pretty smile and your soft hair and your cheeks red from the cold and your eyes. They hear your laugh and your sentences and your jokes and your ideas. There is so much more than this tiny human vessel you were given. Your legs can walk and your brain can think and your hands can feel. You could walk anywhere. You could cut all your hair off and wear dark lipstick. You could kiss strangers. The possibilities are endless and you were given this life, this opportunity, to explore and to create and to love and be loved back.
You are not your body. You are the songs you sing and the friends you make and the words you write and the places you go. I believe in you. I really do. You are going to do something so great in this world. You can share ideas and teach so many people. Please take care of yourself. Give your body fuel so it can think and smile and be healthy. Please.
That’s how long it takes former ONE DIRECTION heart-throb HARRY STYLES to establish himself as the world’s most exciting new music star.
His debut single Sign of the Times is a soaring, epic rock ballad that sounds like a cross between DAVID BOWIE and LANA DEL REY (as weird as that sounds).
It goes against the current trend of non-distinguishable dance tracks — the length alone would make it commercial suicide for any other artist.
Its main instrument is the piano, which Harry has been studiously playing in private for years.
For large portions of the track he sings in falsetto, showing off a quality voice with much more range than we ever saw during his five years in 1D. This song has the potential to become a timeless classic.
Harry co-wrote it with the brilliant, highly regarded Grammy-winning producer JEFF BHASKER, best known for his work with KANYE WEST and JAY Z.
Whether anyone in the industry will take young Harry seriously as the “next Bowie” remains to be seen, but the 23-year-old is certainly putting his best foot forward.
The lyrics are “deeply personal”, sources close to Harry tell me, but they’re also open to any form of interpretation.
Sign of the Times begins with him singing over the piano: “Just stop your crying, it’s a sign of the times. Welcome to the final show, hope you’re wearing your best clothes.”
Could it be about a break-up? Possibly. Or maybe about death? More likely.
The refrain throughout the song is his need to “gotta get away from here”. From what exactly isn’t clear.
“We could meet again somewhere, somewhere far away from here,” he sings, poignantly.
Many people think Harry has disappeared up his own backside with an arty promotional campaign designed to distance himself as far as possible from the 1D heritage that has given him this opportunity.
That said, I give him huge credit for releasing the most daring and well-delivered debut single of the decade.
And you won’t get it out of your head once you’ve heard it . . . - THE SUN
what she means:
heather duke's most defining character trait is that she's always imitating/copying off of other people and has "no discernible personality". in the musical, every other title character has their own song, or at least a duet, that is Their Song (heather chandler in candy store/me inside of me, veronica with dead girl walking, kurt and ram with blue, macnamara with lifeboat, jd with freeze your brain/meant to be yours, even ms fleming gets her own song) all except for heather duke. the only time we get to hear her sing solo is in the reprises of other songs or when she steals chandler's solo in the end of candy store. she never gets her own song, she just copies other people. chad, she never gets to sing her own song. chad wake up. they're all reprises chad.
if you’re an artist: nobody will ever paint, sketch, make art the way you do. nobody will ever hold your paint brush and take care of it and stroke it on a sheet of paper the way you want it. nobody will ever be as unique and beautiful and as distinct as you. your art is yours. not because they don’t “like” it already mean it’s not beautiful. art is meant to be felt by the heart and not judged by the eyes alone. that’s the beauty in art.
if you’re a singer: your voice may not be as high-pitched and as long-ranged as the divas and song birds from all over the world, but haven’t you noticed the way you make this cute little notes jump in joy when you sing it? i think it’s beautiful, the way you play with the rhythm. nobody will ever make such beautiful noise the way you do ever again. make it count.
if you’re a writer, a poet: have you forgotten that everybody has their own story to tell? im pretty sure a lot of people would love to hear your story. and count me in, because honestly, im one of them. hearing other people’s story and learning a lot from it is honestly the best part of living. it always feels like you’re starting to become part of their lives and it’s just so beautiful. let other people read your stories: write it, show it, and let everybody read it. we’d love it, trust me !
if you’re a pet lover: oh dear !! i love pets as much as you, but can u imagine the look on ur pet’s face when they see you bein sad and moping around with sadness because you’re not confident enough to do something? it will make them feel even sadder. radiating positive rays of sunshine and joys and happiness will make them happy! oh dear, start movin your hands and work. trust me, it will make your pet happy if you’re happy!
if you’re passionate over something: don’t be afraid to do things that you love with every single cell in your body. dont let other people’s opinion affect your love and passion over something. if you want make-up and you’re studying in a science school and they think that you look funny, don’t mind them, really. they have their opinion. and you have yours. if they can’t respect yours, then that’s their problem. dont let their opinions affect your happiness. they’re just stupid thoughts, anyway. believe in yourself.
if you feel like you’re not good enough: who told you so? im sorry you feel like the world is not treating you right, but trust me it happens to everybody. there are times when you just can’t love yourself as much as you did a few days ago. you can love yourself 50% today and 70% tomorrow. that’s alright. it’s alright. you’re doing fine. and im proud of your progress. but maybe u should step up a little bit and wear the stuff that you’ve always wanted to wear. nobody’s going to hate you. im pretty sure some of the nice girls out there would even love it. you’re going to be okay, peach. i love you. :*)
“You have a beautiful voice and I’ve already learned things to add to how I sing from you. Working on your song has changed me forever because I’ve learned from you. We are witchy sisters and that’s it. That’s where “Beautiful People, Beautiful Problems” comes from, because we are trying to ride above all the problems and have hope in everything else, but it’s still a world filled with problems no matter how hard we try to change it."
ok so i went to the listening session earlier and now im gonna try to type out everything i remember from each song. dont expect this to be too coherent as im still extremely overwhelmed from it all. im putting this under a read more bc spoilers obviously but yeah here we go!!!!!
‘ all i want to do is kiss you breathless & watch as your eyes light up when i tell you that you’re my universe. ’ ‘ concept: just you & me, driving away from the city. the windows are down & the cold air feels amazing. our songs are playing & we couldn’t be more in love. ’ ‘ concept: we are together & nothing in the world can bring us down. ’ ‘ concept: we listen to showtunes in bed while we eat chinese food under a blanket. ’ ‘ even when i’m not thinking about you, i’m still kinda thinking about you. ’ ‘ every time we talk, every time we touch, i feel more & more in love with you. ’ ‘ everything – every single thing – reminds me of you. ’ ‘ hearing ‘ i love you ’ from your side of the bed late at night makes my heart feel like it’s bursting with tiny, happy spring flowers. ’ ‘ i can’t stop kissing you & i can’t stop thinking about kissing you. ’ ‘ i can’t stop thinking about you. i just want to kiss you, again & again & again & again. ’ ‘ i can’t wait for the next time i get to kiss you. ’ ‘ i can’t wait to have hundreds of adventures with you. ’ ‘ i can’t wait to raise a dog with you. ’ ‘ i can’t wait to see you again. it’s only a matter of time before we embrace & i feel at home once more. ’ ‘ i can’t wait until we’re in the same country, in the same city, in the same bed & under the same blanket. ’ ‘ i daydream about how your fingers would feel if they were intertwined with mine right now. ’ ‘ i didn’t believe in soulmates until i met you. ’ ‘ i don’t want better. i want you. ’ ‘ i feel like i could lie wrapped in your arms, staring at the sky for centuries & need nothing else. ’ ‘ i had a dream that we kissed last night. ’ ‘ i just need to be in a meadow right now on a warm day, with you, the smell of grass & flowers around us. ’ ‘ i just want to be sitting in the sun with you, not knowing whether the warmth i feel is the pleasant sun or your soft smile warming my heart. ’ ‘ i just want to make gingerbread houses with you around christmas. ’ ‘ i just want to wake up in your arms every day. ’ ‘ i just want you close to me. ’ ‘ i just want you to sleep well & be happy. ’ ‘ i love everything about you. ’ ‘ i love how our legs feel entangled with each other. i crave that feeling. ’ ‘ i miss you all the time. i’m never sure how i feel, but i know i always want you around. ’ ‘ i miss your soft touch against my skin. ’ ‘ i need your arms & legs around me, surrounded by your warmth, holding me tight, with no intention of letting me go. ’ ‘ i often wake up thinking about you. ’ ‘ i stay up until 11:11 every night just to wish you were here with me. ’ ‘ i think you’re my favorite person in the world right now. ’ ‘ i want nothing but to make good memories with you. ’ ‘ i want to be your past, present, & future. ’ ‘ i want to dance with you while you sing all your favorite songs, looking lovingly into my eyes & meaning every beautiful lyric you sing to me. ’ ‘ i want to fill a hundred photo albums with memories of adventures with you. ’ ‘ i want to kiss every single spot on your body that you’re insecure of. ’ ‘ i want to kiss you each morning & each night. ’ ‘ i want to laugh with you & hold your cold hands. ’ ‘ i want to make a home with you. the kind of home that lets you feel the love inside of it when you walk in. it’ll be a safe place for us & the people we let into it. ’ ‘ i want to make chocolate mousse with you & then we can eat it together. ’ ‘ i want to see a whole world of different sunsets with you. ’ ‘ i want to take a walk in the snow with you. ’ ‘ i want us to share all of our excitement together. ’ ‘ i want you to kiss me & hold me close while telling me everything is going to be okay. ’ ‘ i wish you’d just kiss me. ’ ‘ i would rather listen to your silence when i’m with you than any kind of music on this world. ’ ‘ if i could gather all the stars in the sky & give them to you i would ’ ‘ if there’s a day where i don’t tell you i love you, there’s a day i’m not living. ’ ‘ in my eyes, you’re a king. ’ ‘ in my eyes, you’re a queen. ’ ‘ it’s been years now. despite everything, we are alive & we are together & we are okay. ’ ‘ i’d love to snuggle up to you when you want affection most. ’ ‘ i’m happy you exist. ’ ‘ i’m so blessed to have met you. you’ve already got me longing to be in your company constantly. ’ ‘ i’m so glad i keep you in my life. your eyes, your hugs, you lips, your words, & your smile keep me going every day. ’ ‘ just the sight of your beautiful smile or the way you say hello is enough to make even my darkest days a little brighter. ’ ‘ just you in my harms, laying on my chest; it’s just us being us & i think we are simply meant to be. ’ ‘ lay on your stomach as i give you sweet kisses on your back & neck while i’m feeling your love tingling in my body. ’ ‘ let’s fight the right wingers & make the world a better place. ’ ‘ let’s go somewhere quiet & just be together. ’ ‘ let’s see everything together… the whole world. ’ ‘ let’s sit in the forest together, the particles in the air reflecting sunlight reminding me of the brightness in your eyes. ’ ‘ my love for you makes me want to be strong for you. ’ ‘ now i know the meaning of ‘ i wouldn’t change you for the world. ’ ’ ‘ now i understand why all my other relationships didn’t work out: i am meant to be with you. ’ ‘ now it’s back to counting down the days until i get to feel free again, until i get to be in your arms again, until i get to see your radiance face-to-face again. ’ ‘ nowhere feels as safe as being in your arms. ’ ‘ one day i won’t be scared to say i love you. ’ ‘ one day we’ll do everything we dream about together. ’ ‘ seeing your eyes in the morning sunlight & feeling the warmth of your gaze brings upon me makes me realize i’m in love. ’ ‘ tell me about the things you’re passionate about. tell me every detail about your favorite things. i don’t care if it takes all day, i love you & i love to hear you be happy & excited about things. ’ ‘ the thought of your voice & the softness of your smile keeps me going when we can’t be together. i hope you understand you’ve given me a lot of faith & happiness when i thought it’d be impossible, when i thought i didn’t deserve it. ’ ‘ the way you look at me makes me feel like i’m the most beautiful goddess in the universe. ’ ‘ there’s nothing i want more than to stay under blankets with you & curl up in your lap. ’ ‘ thinking of you makes me think that maybe it’ll all be okay. ’ ‘ we’ll celebrate holidays together & make our own traditions. ’ ‘ when i think about you my heart feels funny. ’ ‘ when i’m with you, i get a feeling like coming home after a long time away. ’ ‘ whether you’re blossoming or struggling, i’ll stay with you. i’ll keep on loving you. ’ ‘ you are endlessly, implausibly fascinating. ’ ‘ you are like hot chocolate, you make my insides warm. ’ ‘ you are more beautiful than my favorite songs. ’ ‘ you fascinate me. ’ ‘ you make me feel safe. ’ ‘ you make me feel how i never thought i could. ’ ‘ you make me understand lyrics to cheesy love songs. ’ ‘ you make my heart feel light as a feather yet heavy as bricks all at once. ’ ‘ you, my dear, have the voice of an angel. ’ ‘ your ‘ i love you ’ has turned into my favorite lullaby. ’ ‘ your arms are home to me. ’ ‘ your eyes make me think about stormy skies in a different way, your smile makes me blush just thinking about it & i think i am totally in love with you. ’ ‘ your hands are my favorite hands to touch & to hold. ’ ‘ your hands are so warm & your hair is so soft & i want to touch you forever & ever. ’ ‘ your love for me reminds me to love myself. ’ ‘ your smile is the most beautiful sight on this earth. ’ ‘ you’re the highlight of my day. ’ ‘ you’re the only person who can make me feel this way. ’
We haven’t talked for such a long time, I can’t even recall the exact sound of your voice. I don’t remember your laugh - I remember the crinkles by your eyes and that dimple on your cheek and how it deepens - but I don’t know what it feels like to hear it, how it once made my heart swell in my chest, not anymore. And yet I’m sure that if I heard a million people laugh, yours would still stand out to me and maybe I’d turn around to look for the source and wonder how something so simple is enough to make my blood sing. We miss the memories, not the person, is what my father used to say, but how can he explain why I drop everything when I hear that one song we used to dance to and why that blue sweater you borrowed me still sits at the bottom of my closet when I could have thrown it away? How does missing someone make any sense when that person is still around, is somehow still a part of your life? How am I supposed to get over that? How does anyone?
“You’re bright and joyful and so many people are cynical. They won’t understand you and they won’t understand me. But the only way they win is if your tears turn to stone and make you bitter like them. It’s okay to ask why. It’s okay to wonder how you could try so hard and still get stomped all over. Just don’t let them change you or stop you from singing or dancing around to your favorite song.”
Warning: Contains smut. Do not read if you are underage.
A/N: This is very, very long. Grab a coffee, sit back and enjoy. Thank you to @katythekitty for your suggestions with the plot. I guess in a way this is kind of your requests? Idk.
‘Y/n?’ Yoongi’s voice questions softly as you stretch across the floor of the dorm, arms reaching above your head to get into that tight spot in your lower back. His foot pokes out from his position on the low couch, gently nudging your thigh to roll you slightly on your side.
‘Mmm?’ You respond, the sleepy tone in your voice giving away the true nature of your state. The few cans of beer were sitting heavily in your stomach, a beverage that since your college days had always had you yawning before the night was over. Lazily, you flop on your side, scooting across the wooden panelled floors.
‘I was just checking you were still awake. It’s 2am and the movie finished. Want me to flag a taxi for you?’ You let out a slow whine, body wrapping around his feet to clutch his ankles tightly.
‘Why, you don’t want to hang out with me?,’ You pout, clinging to his legs like a small, fluffy koala. You could almost feel his body tense under your touch, an audible breath hissing through his teeth as your arms claw their way up his black denim jeans. ‘C’mon, Yoongyoong. I thought we were having fun. We are only two movies into this Harry Potter marathon… We’ve still got another 6 to go. Where’s your stamina?’ Your hands reach up to tickle behind his knees, before sitting upwards to envelop the entire lower half of his leg into a hug.
‘Fuck… you’re weird.’ His face was still flat, expression blank as he watches you crawl your way up his body, coming to sit comfortably next to him, lounging into the comfort of the soft black fabric of the long hoodie he had chosen to wear. Instinctively, your hands wrap around his waist, head placing itself in the crook between his shoulder and arm.
‘You love it, though, right?’ It takes a second, his body heaving with a deep sigh - the air of which dusts lightly across the crown of your head - before you feel his arm drop, grasping your shoulder and pulling you a little closer to him.
‘Not really.’ He responds just as flatly, a flicker of a smile lacing across his face so briefly you you wouldn’t have seen it if you weren’t trained in finding it. It’s the only evidence you have of what he was really saying.
So for the longest time I’ve wanted to know why Calum sang Invisible by himself.
Like what was going on when they were recording the song?? Did they all agree that the song would sound better if Ashton or Calum sang it because they have some pretty soft sounding voices??? Or did Calum decide hey I wanna sing this song by myself??
If he did why?? Is he telling us something? Is that his way of telling us he feels invisible?? Cause if so that’s really sad and it breaks my heart. But it also got me thinking. Does he feel that way cause there are people in this fandom and outside of the fandom that make him feel like that or is it because he doesn’t get the recognition and credit that he deserves?? If that is so, then I wanna take this time to give him some credit.
Calum, you deserve all the credit in the world and I just wanna thank you for being the one to sing Invisible because the song already means a lot to me but the fact that you sing it makes it that much more special to me.
Your bass playing is amazing and while sometimes it can’t be heard in the song it’s still phenomenal. The other night I was listening to Disconnected Removed Vocals and I heard the bass clearly then and I’m truly amazed. You never seem to fail me and always exceed my expectations.
I wanna thank you for still being so quite and shy in interviews. It’s very refreshing because I’m so quite and shy I don’t talk unless I feel like I should say something. So thank you for not changing that about you.
And this one is definitely the most important to me. Thank you for writing my number one favourite song.
Disconnected. Thank you. That song has gotten me through a lot of shit since its release. When I’m mad, sad, upset, happy, lonely, Invisible, unwanted, unloved, when I’m feeling anything that is the song I put on. That is my go to song. And when I hear that song I get the biggest smile on my face and it feels like a weight has been lifted of my chest.
So Calum, thank you. Thank you for being you. Thank you for writing songs. Thank you for playing the bass. Thank you for your smile. Thank you for Disconnected. Thank you for everything.
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Castiel sleeps like the dead. It’s an unfortunate truth.
Dean rolls over only half awake because someone has stolen all the blankets, and he blindly seeks out warmth and comfort too early in the morning. Castiel is all but a statue beside him in bed though: on his back, comforter curled over his mouth with just his nose uncovered. He sleeps soundly and doesn’t stir when Dean nudges him, tries to squeeze his way under an arm or against his chest. Dean snuffles – not quite a whine – and Castiel goes so far as to kick him under the blankets, closing his eyes defiantly tighter.