song twist

plot twist: someone hears about every shitty thing you may or may not have done, every person you’ve hurt, every sin you’ve committed, and every ounce of pain you’ve created in someone else’s life… and they forgive you and choose you and they love you anyways.

Whistling wolves ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ Whistling love ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆

A little animation I made while my friends where able to talk about the LGBTQ+ community with children from to a special day, to explain them many things about it. I support this all and my friends were happy I could join to animate a little thing for this event ^^

The kids loved it, parents as well, it was amazing!!

Love is everywhere, this is important! 

Song, Twisted nerve, remixed

For those of you who need more Starkid in your life

Here’s a bunch of not entirely chronological links to Starkid’s music performances:

(some of these are full performances, some are just individual songs/medleys from those shows in the highest quality I could find them. None of these videos are mine btw)

AVPM behind the scenes | Goin’ Back to Hogwarts behind the scenes

Space Tour - Space Tour (ft.Darren Criss) | Get Back Up | Stutter |Days of Summer/Goin’ Back to Hogwarts | Granger Danger | Boy Toy/ Kick It Up a Notch | Way I Do

Apocalyptour - Apocalytour (ft. Darren Criss)Get Back Up | Rogues Medley

Elsie Fest - Goin’ Back to Hogwarts | Way I Do/Rogues Medley | Harry Freakin’ Potter | Take Off Your Clothes | Naked in a Lake

A Very Starkid Reunion - Goin’ Back to Hogwarts | Not Alone

Leakycon 2011(ft. Darren Criss)

Leakycon 2013

Geekycon 2015 | Granger Danger (seriously just watch this its the funniest thing I’ve ever seen)

There’s loads more but these are all I’ve got for now! If you have the time I would recommend you watch all of them! Even though it’s often the same songs, each performance puts a different spin on them and they are so worth watching!

musicals in real life
  • hamilton: why are we singing we should be fighting a war
  • dear evan hansen: why are all these emails written in rhyming couplets.
  • 21 chump street: you know, you could try some actual pick up lines instead of repeating "what the heck i gotta do" seven times.
  • heathers: Queen of High School Gets Her Own Theme Song - And a Twist! (You Won't Believe What She Drank!)
  • be more chill: why are you ominously singing to me about some computer drug? why is the computer drug ominously singing to me?
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By night, they play gigs. By day, they sample ramen in cities across America.

They’re the three women of Shonen Knife, a legendary rock band from Japan. For over 35 years, the band has been serving up infectious punk songs with a delicious twist: Many of them are about food. Think song titles like “Wasabi,” “Hot Chocolate” and “Sushi Bar.” But don’t dismiss them as bubblegum pop: Over the years, some of their biggest fans have included giants of alt-rock music.

This spring, Shonen Knife embarked on its latest adventure – a ramen rock tour of the U.S.

Why ramen? Well, ramen is really like Japanese soul food, says Daisuke Utagawa, a ramen restaurateur in Washington, D.C., and unofficial ambassador of Japanese food culture. “It’s probably as important as your pizza here.”

Ramen Rock: These Japanese Punk Legends Sing About Food

Photos: Ariel Zambelich/NPR

'BTS Dishes About Their US Tour, Songwriting Process, & Onstage Style'

TWIST: What are you most excited about for your return to the US?

BTS: The size of the tour got much bigger than last time we were in the US back in 2015. It’s almost 10-fold this time. 5 arena shows in 3 cities sold out in less than 5 minutes! We’re amazed by the fact fans in the USA are passionate and supportive and we’re super excited to come back to meet them all.

TWIST: What is the most exciting part of touring around the world, and what has been the most challenging so far?

BTS: The most exciting part of touring around the world is that you get the unique opportunity to meet different people from various background. Regardless of their differences, they sing BTS songs in unison and cheer for us, and it is very special experience for all of the band. On the other hand, the most challenging part has been the life on the road, being far away from our family and friends for weeks.

TWIST: Which of your songs are you most looking forward to performing on this part of the tour?

Rap Monster: “Spring Day.” I wrote the main melody for the lead single for the first time and also wrote lyrics.

SUGA: “Spring Day.” I wrote main lyrics based on my personal experience with old friends. It is about my sad memories with him and it makes me sentimental whenever I listen to the song.

Jungkook: “Not Today.” It has the coolest beat of all songs in the album and I personally like the choreography for the song.

J-Hope: “FIRE.” It has always been my favorite and the song has all the essence of BTS can show to the audience on stage.

TWIST: What’s the best piece of advice you’ve gotten in your career?

Rap Monster: “If you’re tied up with not gaining approval from others, you’ll never be able to move forward.”

TWIST: How would you say you and your sound have evolved over the years since first forming the group?

BTS: BTS sound has evolved since our debut in 2013 but has rooted its music in western pop music and hip-hop. We try to adapt all the hottest trends in pop music scene and that’s why fans around the world like it despite the cultural differences. All members listen to different genres of music all the time, from EDM, hip-hop, R&B to hip-house… and we believe BTS is kind of creating a new category of music genre beyond K-Pop.

TWIST: Do you remember the first song you ever wrote, what it was about, and what inspired you to write it?

Rap Monster: I don’t remember the name of the song, but there was an online community of amateur rappers who gathered together. I downloaded a beat from another amateur beat maker and I wrote a song based off of that. The song didn’t really make much sense, I just wrote it using every hard word I possibly knew. I actually found the song 2 years ago on my computer and listened to it thinking “What is this?” It was a mess.

TWIST: Have you ever written a song in a strange or unusual place? Or been inspired by something totally random?

Rap Monster: So many, I think I wrote a song while I was at the Grand Canyon in 2009. I had a trip to Vegas/Grand Canyon and I think I wrote a song there because I was shocked by the scenery. I definitely don’t remember what it was about though.

TWIST: Who are some artists that you would love to collaborate with?

BTS: There are so many artists we would love to collaborate with, such as Drake, J Cole, Justin Bieber… The list goes on and on.

TWIST: Which other artists/songs are on your personal playlists?

BTS: Drake “Fake Love”, The 1975, Kehlani, Lorde.

TWIST: How would you describe your personal fashion senses?

BTS: It’s mix of gothic and Japanese street wear. My recent favorite brands are WTAPS, Neighborhood and Yoji Yamamoto.

TWIST: And how does your personal style differ from the costumes you wear onstage?

BTS: Onstage clothing for BTS is custom-made to maximize our performance while being matched with the concept of each song.

TWIST: What is it like when fans recognize you on the street/ask for photos? Is it crazy? Surreal? Overwhelming?

Rap Monster: It’s a really nice experience to have somebody who knows me, but sometimes I like to be alone and hang around the city. I think it depends on the situation. There are some situations that I want to not be noticed by others, but people easily notice me. I’ve been told that I’m too unique (my walk and my clothes) and I’m easy to recognize, and I think that’s really nice. If I’m an artist or an idol and nobody knows me that would be sad.

TWIST: Can you share a fun fact about one of your other band members that you don’t think even the most dedicated fans will know?

Rap Monster: Many people think that SUGA is like the Grandfather of the group, but he acts more like a little kid. Jimin is the opposite, he looks like a baby but inside he’s mature and like a Grandfather.

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Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 (end)

What could happen if you put 3 agents of Overwatch in Disneyland?

I basically draw this entire serie just for this scene. I’m not happy with the jump parkour-style panel but it’s 2 AM so it’s the best I can manage at this hour.

I hope you enjoyed this little story =D

Shimada/cest shippers get out of here please, they’re brothers, they can share a bed without you getting your knickers in a twist.

anonymous asked:

46. (Nanny/single parent au in case you forgot the prompts)

Oh my gosh, I know it’s been forever, but I finally did it! For everyone else, this is an arya x gendry story based off one of those lists of prompts! Thanks for the Ask, Anonymous! Hope this fulfills the prompt well enough!

(Just for context, Arya is about 20/21 and Gendry is about 25.)

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Nanny/Single Parent AU (with a twist)

Arya huffed in disappointment as she perused the classifieds. She’d already given the bakery a go, and she’d been more trouble than it was worth. At least that’s what they’d told her after she’d allowed another tray of croissants to burn. Dog walker was out because Nymeria went barmy when Arya arrived home and smelled other dogs on her; then Nymeria would ignore Arya for a day or two after.

Sansa looked up from her desk where she was studying for a fifth hour straight from a heavy law casebook.

“Nothing at all?” She murmured sympathetically, though Arya noticed her eyes keep wandering back to the book.

From where she was draped across Sansa’s bed, Arya shook her head vehemently, biting her lip. Lady, noticing the movement lifted her head, her ears perked.

“Nothing I haven’t been fired from before.” Despite her frustration, Arya, joined by Sansa, laughed amiably.

“Why don’t you just take Robb up on his offer?” Sansa asked, shifting the weight of her heavy book from one arm to the other. “It’d pay better by half than any of those odd jobs you always take.”

Arya folded the classifieds roughly and tossed them to the side before rolling onto her side and eyeing Sansa carefully.

The latter only rolled her eyes. “Boring is better than broke.” She sang at her sister.

Now Arya rolled her eyes as she pulled her phone from her back pocket. “If you’ve got the patience. Which you do, and I don’t.”

“True.” Sansa muttered under her breath, going back to studying.

“I heard that,” Arya murmured but with little annoyance. They all knew it was true after all.

Suddenly, Arya’s features brightened. “Oi, hold on.” She sat up excitedly “Hot Pie knows a guy who knows a guy who needs a nanny and-.” She paused, her eyebrows furrowing before shooting upward. “He’s paying bloody well.” She was smiling toothily now as she texted rapidly back to her friend.

Arya had Sansa’s attention though. She was staring intently at her sister.

When Arya finally noticed moments later, she gave her sister a blank look. “What?!”

“I mean, not to be a downer, Arya, but-.”

Arya threw the classifieds towards Sansa. “If you say I basically need a nanny myself, you’re going on my list, San.”

Sansa, who’d been half joking, burst out laughing while Arya only half-heartedly glared her way. Then a ping on Arya’s phone went off, and she was back at the texting.

“Well?” Sansa inquired. “What’s he saying?”

Arya grinned wolfishly toward her sister. “I’ve got an interview.”

Then with hardly any effort, Arya leapt off her sister’s bed and into the hallway. Her heavy footsteps echoed loudly after her, quickly followed by the lighter galloping of Nymeria who’d been sleeping in the hallway waiting for Arya.

****

Arya whistled as she trundled down the cobbled street toward the address Hot Pie had texted her. She’d been peeved to find out Hot Pie wasn’t going to be there after all as he’d promised, but it was all the same to her really. Her eyes swept from her phone to the numbers on the houses and back.

It should be the next house, she realized. When her eyes met the large iron wrought gate and elegant trees that lined the curved drive that hid the house, of which she could see actual turrets, her whistle ended in a high pitch. No wonder the pay was good. Arya only hoped the pay would turn out to be worth it. Rich brats tended to be the absolute worst.

Not that she had anything against rich people or rich kids. She technically was one, but she’d turned out alright. At least she thought so.

She let out a sigh and pressed the button on the intercom outside the gate that should alert her prospective employer she’d arrived. She glanced at her watch. Early actually. For once.

She waited almost impatiently for a few minutes before buzzing the intercom again. It was another moment before a deep but hassled voice finally responded.

“Yes? Sorry. Is that the pizza?”

The man seemed hurried and out of breath. Arya stifled a grin, in case the camera on the gate pointed her way was functioning.

She held the button down. “No, but that sounds delicious. I’m starving. I’m your future nanny.” She responded good-humoredly. Sansa told her she never gauged situations right and was always responding to people with the wrong emotion. Arya couldn’t help wondering if this was yet another one of those times.

There was a pause on the other end, then the crackling of the intercom again. Arya was relieved to hear he sounded amused. “Well, it’s pepperoni and pineapple, in case you were wondering. And I thought our interview was at noon.”

Arya groaned inwardly and cursed Hot Pie aloud. When the man released the button on his end, she pressed the one in front of her. “Hot Pie doesn’t know his numbers from his arse.” She said this in an apologetic tone.

When the man came on again, though, he seemed to be half laughing. “Well, it’s not like I’m doing anything special. Usually when the security camera’s not working, I’m supposed to let one of my father’s guards come open the gate but since you don’t sound much like a serial murderer, I’m going to go on faith on this one.”

Arya couldn’t stifle her grin this time. He had buzzed her in, so she lifted the bar on the gate and started to step forward then pause. She leaned over and pressed the intercom again. “I may not sound like one, but you’d be surprised.” She laughed out loud to herself as she started up the drive, not even worrying if something like that could upset her potential employer. He seemed to have a sense of humor at least.

****

Gendry swung the door open, still grinning lightly at the nanny’s last comment. Despite his predicament, he was suddenly in a better mood.

A sound like falling items clattered from behind. Gendry looked over his shoulder, but he didn’t see the little girl in sight. He skimmed the grand staircase again and glanced back toward the kitchen but there was no sign of her. He swung his gaze back toward the front door and started to see a girl framed in the doorway grinning at him.

It took him a moment to speak. She’d had a nice voice, but when he’d asked around for a nanny, he never imagined he’d get someone his age to apply. He figured he’d get a nice plump motherly type. This girl was all hard lines and sharp edges. If he looked a little bit closer, she even looked like trouble. But Gendry had been taken at first glance.

He realized he was being rude or, worse, weird, when she raised her eyebrows at him questioningly.

“Right, sorry.” His voice sounded strange even to his own ears, but he stepped back to let her in. “Come on in.”

She placed one foot, covered in a heavy boot over the threshold. Gendry admired her carefully as she closed the door behind her. Skinny jeans and a sweatshirt tied around her waist. Not exactly what he would have considered interview material, but he wasn’t picky.

She turned, untying the sweatshirt as she did so. “What was your name? Hot Pie never said.”

He gestured to the sweatshirt, offering to put it aside for her. “Gendry.” He told her. “And you?”

The girl handed him the sweater almost questioningly, her eyebrows arching quizzically when he hung her sweatshirt on the coat rack as carefully as if it had been an expensive coat. “Arya.” She finally said decisively with a smile.

“Right, well, Arya, could I get you something to drink before we get started?”

Arya peered around curiously. “Was kind of hoping to meet the little one.” She murmured.

“Right,” Gendry drew out the syllable. “See, the thing about that is, I can’t currently find her.”

A beat passed. Then- Almost laughing, Arya, spoke. “You lost your kid?”

Gendry grinned back sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sort of. She gets into these moods and then she hides somewhere impossible, and it usually takes me days to find her.”

Arya blinked up at him. Even though she seemed to be slightly judging him, he couldn’t help but admire the sharpness of her dark gray eyes. “Days?”

“No,” Gendry let out something between a breath and a chuckle. “Not literally, but a while yeah. I’ve already checked all her regular spots, but she must have found somewhere new.” He couldn’t help but shrug. These were the kinds of things he dealt with on a daily basis. He figured the new nanny might as well know from the get go.

Suddenly, this brilliant girl was grinning brightly up at him. “I’ll take down here, you take upstairs?” There was no better way to describe her grin than as wolfish.

Gendry couldn’t stop the bright smile that came to his own face in response. He hadn’t even planned on asking for the help, and she was just offering. Unless she did turn out to be some sort of axe murderer, he knew she was hired.

“You help me find her, and the job is yours,” he found himself saying.

“So pretty much I’m on the clock?” She grinned facetiously.

“And there’s bonus for you if you actually find her.” Gendry beamed back.

“I’ve got this,” she said confidently. “Shouldn’t take long, even if it is a big house.”

“Don’t forget there’s the third story and the attic.” He added mischievously.

Arya’s eyebrows rose up her face again, but the grin remained. “Fancy are we?”

Gendry rubbed his bright red neck again. “My dad mainly.” He said as a response.

A quarter of an hour later, they met at the foot of the staircase, both empty-handed.

“No luck?” Arya asked him.

He watched her, liking the way her shoulder-length hair was disheveled now. “None.” He liked the way her eyes looked at him too, all mischievous like. “Should we try the cellar?” He asked her good humoredly.

She rolled her eyes. “Of course there’d be a cellar.”

Gendry grinned. “What can I say? My dad’s big on big.”

“You didn’t just lure me here under the pretenses of a good job only to kill me off, did you? You’re not some serial murderer yourself, are you?” She asked suddenly as they strode toward the cellar door.

Gendry laughed heartily, then realized such a reaction might not be taken well by a young woman purportedly alone in a large house with a man. “No.” He sputtered. He pulled out his phone to show Arya his phone’s background which was a picture of him and Weasel.

But when his eyes found her face, she appeared to just have been having a go at him. She took the phone from him anyway and peered at the picture. She was standing close to him, and a wisp of her hair brushed his nose. She smelled like pine leaves and some sort of flower; it was lovely.

Arya’s brow was furrowed as she glanced at the picture. “She looks like a troublemaker,” she joked, “but that could just be the whole hiding in the house thing. Is that the mother?” Arya asked almost nonchalantly as she handed the phone back to Gendry.


Gendry started and glanced down at the picture. “No, no, that’s Mya, our half sister.”

Arya nodded, then seemed to realize what he’d said. “Our?”

Gendry shook his head as he put the phone away. “Sorry, I forgot to explain. For some stupid reason, I thought Lommy or Hot Pie might have told you. She’s my half-sister, but my father. He’s-.” Gendry stopped. He knew he shouldn’t speak ill of his father, especially to a stranger, but there was something about this girl that made him want to divulge all his secrets to her. “He’s not around much, so Mya and I have pretty much been raising her ourselves.”

Arya nodded in understanding. “That’s good of you.” This was the first time since she’d come into his home that her eyes were devoid of humor, replaced instead with a deep intensity.

It made him swallow, hard. “She’s worth it. She’s the best. You’ll see.”

Arya grinned again as she followed him into the cellar. “Will I? Seems like she knows this house better than you.”

They both stopped in their tracks at the foot of the stairs and stared at the sight in front of them.

A small girl, about seven years old, was sitting in the very middle of the large shag carpet, cradling a small black and white creature in her arms.

“Gendry.” Arya spoke first, cautiously. Despite the situation, his stomach couldn’t help but flutter at the way she said his name.

“Yes?” He tried for casual. Weasel’s eyes had found his, and she had the audacity to not look guilty.

“She’s got a skunk.” Arya tried the casual tone as well.

“Yes.” Gendry confirmed. Then he clarified, “A baby skunk.”

Arya side-eyed him then. “Is this an everyday thing then?” She didn’t seem perturbed as much as amused.

Gendry grinned in spite of himself. “It’s not a pet, if that’s what you mean. But, yes, Weasel’s good at finding little furry friends.”

“Weasel?” Arya repeated, but it warmed Gendry’s heart to see that instead of crinkling her nose at the name like some others tended to, she smiled sweetly.

Gendry approached Weasel slowly. “Where did you find this one then, little one?”

He crouched next to the girl who didn’t respond, as he knew she wouldn’t. Instead she lifted the baby animal towards him.

“I see.” He said affectionately, petting the snoozing creature with two fingers. “What shall we name this one?” He asked softly.

Arya watched this interaction from behind, unexplainably finding herself warming at it. For such a large man, he was impossibly gentle.

The little girl gestured toward posters on the wall behind her.

“Rabbit is it, then?” Gendry asked, and the girl nodded vehemently.

Gendry glanced behind him now at Arya. He was only a little worried. He should have told Arya the girl didn’t speak, but he was always cautious to do so outright. He caught the sweet grin on Arya’s face though as she watched them. Now she approached them carefully.

Then she was dropping to sit on the shag carpet in front of Weasel.

“Hello, Weasel, I’m Arya. Can I meet Rabbit, do you think?”

Weasel, usually slow to smile, studied Arya carefully, then grinned brightly, her two bottom missing teeth adding even more charm to her cherubic face. The girl then offered the sleeping baby animal to Arya who took it gently and cradled it against her chest. Weasel moved closer to Arya, petting the animal’s little head.

Gendry’s heart soared. Hot Pie and Lommy had done the impossible. They’d found someone who could actually bond with Weasel, despite her inability to speak.

Not long after, as Weasel napped on the sitting room couch, Gendry and Arya stood in the entry way again.

“So what are the hours like then?” Arya asked nonchalantly, ignoring the fact he hadn’t officially offered her the job yet.

Gendry grinned. “Well I can be flexible with that depending on your schedule. I just got work with the Stark Foundation, and they’re great at working around child care needs.”

Arya blinked up at him three times before she spoke. “Bloody hell. You’re working for my brother?”

It was Gendry’s turn to blink back at her. “Robb Stark is your brother?” He paused. “You’re a Stark?”

She cursed inwardly for letting the fact be known. She knew what was coming next.

“What are you doing looking for a job like this?” He seemed incredulous.

She couldn’t help rolling her eyes. “I’m not good with people” was all she provided as explanation.

Gendry stared at her, glanced behind his shoulder at Weasel, then back at Arya.

Arya smiled in spite of herself. “I’m not good with adult people.” She clarified.

“You’re good with me.” Gendry found the words spilling out because they were so true, though his face reddened at his boldness. He wasn’t good with people either, but from the moment he’d met her, there’d been something so familiar about Arya, as if they’d been friends forever already.

Arya’s own face pinkened, but she grinned again. “Or you’re just good with me.” She responded cheekily.

Gendry cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed. “Well, I’m not sure this job pays as well as one at your brother’s company.”

Arya’s face was amused but also unreadable. “I need the experience anyway,” she quipped.

“Alright then,” he smiled happily. “She’s in school between 10 and 2, but you can start earlier or end later. Up to you.”

“Just let me know your ideal work schedule,” she responded, “and I’ll work around it.”

Gendry nodded. “Alright, that doesn’t sound bad.” He paused, wondering if he dare say what came to his mind next. He dared. “Would your schedule happen to have an opening over the weekend for dinner or coffee?”

Arya’s cheeks pinkened again, and he found he liked the effect. But then she responded, “Well I have dinner and coffee everyday.” It took Gendry a moment to realize she was messing with him.

Suddenly the intercom behind them buzzed. “Giuseppe’s Pizza.” A distorted voice said over the intercom.

They looked at each other, then Arya grinned. “I’ve got an opening for pizza right now, if you do.”

Gendry felt slightly tipsy as he grinned back and hung Arya’s sweatshirt back up on the coat rack.

“I’ll see if I can find the time, but I’m pretty sure we can work something out.”

Arya was busy pressing the button that let the pizza man into the gate, but he saw her smirk from the side. Already making herself at home. Gendry liked the thought. In fact, he loved it. “Let’s hope this one’s not a serial murderer either,” Arya murmured, grinning slyly his way.

“Well,” Gendry found himself saying. “You turned out alright.”

“So did you,” and Arya did that wolfish smile Gendry realized he’d already come to like so much.