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What I’m Proudest Of

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: You were his Eliza.

Note: (uses super vague summary so you have to go into this disaster fic BLIND) So, essentially I’m a monster and this is the outcome to that but @letsgiggletogether ENCOURAGED IT SO BLAME HER TOO.

Word Count: 4,247 (distant screaming)

TRY NOT TO HATE ME TOO MUCH

2 years before

“Babe, have you seen my journal?”

“Lin, I can see at least five journals from where I’m standing and three of them are definitely yours,” you snorted as you watched him scurry around the apartment.

“Okay, fair enough,” he said. “But like, I need it.”

“It’s the Eliza one, isn’t it?” you asked knowingly.

“Maybe,” he looked at you sheepishly.

“Last I saw it was in the pantry, god knows why,” you laughed.

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The Prettiest

Originally posted by infiredbyshinee-shiningyoongi

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Park Jimin

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: -

Word Count: 993

Summary: Inspired by this post

// (I’m very new at this I’m so sorry if it sucks)

AO3

The bass was blaring into Yoongi’s ears as he tried so desperately to figure out what his recording lacked. Taehyung’s falsettos were all in the right places, intertwining with Jin’s high notes. Namjoon’s narration and lyrics were in time with the beat, Hoseok’s rap as well. Yoongi had just added Jungkook’s harmony to Jimin’s second chorus to see if it would work when Hoseok tapped his shoulder.
 
“What do you want” Yoongi uttered, his face unsmiling due to the frustrations he was experiencing with his work.
 
“Hyung, it’s a quarter past midnight,” Hoseok told him, leaning his shoulder against the open door frame behind him “Come home and eat something.”
 
Yoongi was debating whether to tell Hoseok to fuck off, or give him five more minutes before the younger spoke again.
 
“Jimin’s getting fussy and worried.”
 
Yoongi threw his head backward, closing his eyes to shut out the insipidity of the white fluorescent lights. Heaving a sigh, he straightened up and saved his progress, if he could call it that. Lazily packing his notebooks back into the small bag he brought and throwing on his coat, Yoongi finally turned to Hoseok, who had his arms crossed and his head leaning onto the doorframe with his shoulder. He smiled at Yoongi.
 
“Shut up.”

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Stop Whining (Joshua Fluff)

Request;

Hi!! Can you do a Jisoo scenario were he confesses to you?? Super fluffy pleasee!

A/N;

Sorry for the wait, I’m just so busy with school work. Also sorry for the lack of updates on our blog. Also it’s not necessarily him confessing, but you aren’t either. It’s odd idk, anyways enjoy!

-Admin A

Word Count: 1000+

Genre: Fluff

“Jeonghan.” You whined

“What is it (y/n)?” He was currently going over some of the lyrics Woozi wrote for the new comeback.

“Why is it so hard to get a boyfriend?” Your voice had a slight undertone of a whine.

“Oh, well I mean you never really put yourself out there.” He was calm as he flipped through the pages of lyrics. Somehow he managed to multitask so well. Maybe it had something to do with the fact he is the mom of the group. Or maybe it’s because he is just that gifted.

“But it’s so hard to do that.” Your voice sounded a little whinier this time.

“Stop your whining then if you’re not going to try to get a boyfriend.” He was right. Blatantly honest, but right. You shouldn’t complain about being single if you weren’t going to try to date. In a way you wish you didn’t have to put yourself out there. You wished people would just come to you.

“Thanks Jeonghan.”

“You’re welcome (y/n).” He was intently focused on his work and you didn’t want to bother him much more. Exiting the room, you made sure to close the door quietly, so you wouldn’t break Jeonghan’s trance. It really didn’t matter if you closed it quietly or not, Seungkwan was “singing” with his ever so beautiful voice. Hoshi and Dokyeom were doing some interesting dances. Then all the others were just lying on the floor, being productive as ever. It really seemed like a normal day in the life of Seventeen. Looking around the room you didn’t see Jisoo. You sighed a little. Your real problem was that you thought, no you knew you would never be able to get with your crush. There were so many reasons too. Jisoo was always working, and being an idol didn’t really give you the room to date.

Every time Jisoo smiled you felt flutters in your heart. His laugh just made you smile like a ninny too. To you, he was absolute perfection. No one looked better than him. You couldn’t think of any other person you wanted to date.

“(Y/N)!” Your trance ended as you heard Seungkwan yell.

“Yes?”

“Could you call Jisoo? He needs to get here for practice. We’re all waiting for him.”

“Well it doesn’t really look like you guys are actually practicing.”

“This is how we practice! You know this!” You rolled your eyes.

“Alright, I’ll call him.”

Leaving the room, since it was so loud in there, you slowly dialed Jisoo. You oddly felt nervous. You wanted to punch yourself for feeling that way.

“H-hey (y/n).” His voice sounded nervous, but why?

“Hey Jisoo, the boys wanted me to tell you to get to practice, specifically-“ He cut you off.

“Seungkwan, I know. Tell him I’ll be there soon. Thanks (y/n).” He hung up the phone cutting off your goodbye. What was it today; he’s normally so calm and kind. He just seems off. It’s really throwing you off. Why would he act so blunt and in a rush? He must be stressed with all the work he’s doing. Shrugging it off, you reentered the room with the twelve others.

“Where is he?” Hoshi said as he stuffed his mouth with some kind of treat.

“On his way.” You lightly squeezed your phone. As much as you wanted to ignore how Jisoo was acting you couldn’t forget the sound of his voice. He just sounded, so, tense. You watched as Jun and Minghao went over the choreography one more time, before they showed everyone one else it. Jisoo arrived extremely quickly, he must have literally sprinted.

“Gosh Jisoo what took so long?!” Seungkwan spoke.

“I. Ran. Here.” He was still panting. He was slightly bent over as he attempted to catch his breath.

“What matters is that he’s here now.” Seungcheol said, his authority loomed over everyone, they all were chuckling a little bit.

“Anyways, let’s start. Play my music.” The performance unit lined up and began to show everyone the dance. You decided to stay and watch since you had nothing better to do. Watching them practice always led to your entertainment. All of them having their own sense of humor, Seungkwans sassiness being your favorite, led to you being out of breath.

“No Jisoo, like this.” Dino then began to lead him through the movement until he got it.

“Like this?” He then preformed the move. As he spun he looked at you and winked. You felt yourself becoming red. Obviously he was going to tease you. He always did. You covered your face and looked down at your phone, trying to hide your cheeks. As you felt your cheeks go back to normal you looked back up. Staring at Jisoo, you began to daydream. You always ended up daydreaming about him; he was pretty much your ideal type.

You jumped as you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“You’re staring again (y/n).” Jeonghan whispered to you.

“Th-thanks Jeonghan.” Jeonghan was the only one who knew about your crush. He was the only one who really paid attention to you. Well he noticed one day when you and the vocal unit were in the same room. He caught you staring at Jisoo and smiling. He confronted you afterwards, and of course, he was right.

“You know you could always talk to him?” Jeonghan gave you his motherly you know I’m right look.

“I could…” He cut you off.

“But of course you won’t.” You paused; feeling slightly ashamed of yourself.

“Yeah…” He patted your shoulder lovingly, and walked off with the others.

You sighed as you stood up, leaving to go join the others. However before you could walk out you felt something touch your hand. You jumped and yanked your hand away, squealing a little too.

“S-sorry (y/n).”

“It’s fine Jisoo, you just startled me.” He chuckled a little. You began to realize he was in the room the entire time you were talking to Jeonghan.

“Y-you heard my conversation between Jeonghan didn’t you?” You dropped your head, not wanting him to see your embarrassment.

“I did.”

“I didn’t want things to be awkward between us, can you for-“

“(Y/N) you’re cute when you’re embarrassed.” He placed his hand on your shoulder. You looked up and saw him smiling.

“Jisoo.” You whined.

“What? I’m just being honest.” You whined again; feeling yourself become redder by the second.

“Ah, are you always this whiney?” He was teasing you, why was he doing this? That was a dumb question you knew the answer to.

“I like you answer, and you’ve made it clear you like me too.”

“Yeah” You spoke softly.

“No need to be shy (y/n).” He pulled you into an embrace.

“Alright.”

“Are you still embarrassed?”

“Yeah.” He laughed.

“How long have you liked me (y/n)?”

“Few months.”

“How many months?” He was so sweet, but such a tease.

“Maybe four…” You mumbled.

“Cute.” You whined. He then kissed you on the forehead.

“You’re so cute…jagi.”

-Admin A

anonymous asked:

Not to stir trouble, and you don't even have to publish this, but I find Milk and Honey to be by far the most overrated book of poems on this website. I think it's more than just age, I think it completely lacks any poetical device or true lyricism. I know one can argue "free verse", but even free verse follows rules. Sorry to blow up your inbox with unwarranted and unpopular opinions, but you are the first blogger I've seen even slightly criticize Kaur. (TSH anon, btw, lol)

Hahaha, I feel you my friend. (And I don’t mind, I like talking about this kind of thing.)

For me, it’s because a lot of the advice in the poetry is probably stuff that I could have done with when I was a teenager, at a girls’ school, where healthy attitudes towards weren’t always encouraged in the best way. I can see how it might be meaningful to people who have found themselves in damaging relationships without realising until its too late. It may also be because I’ve rarely used relationships as a sole way of determining my self-worth, and have soon regretted it when I have (although using other forms of validation can be equally damaging if you’re not careful!), and am a bit late to the whole ‘dating’ thing anyway. It would have been a comforting, empowering read when I started out at uni, but perhaps less so for me now.  

The message of the collection is, I do think, for the most part a good one: but it is no longer news to me that my body should be treated with respect, that anyone I choose to be with needs to understand that, and that emotional effort should be reciprocated. It is not a book I need now, but I can see why others might - and I may well have done well out of it in the past. I guess when something outlines something you’ve already realised, it seems less impressive. Like many books, there are some things which need to be read (or reread) at a right time in your life. Were I to go through a break-up, would the poems accord with me more strongly then?

As a collection of aphorisms, occasionally there is a good one in the book - but perhaps, Anon, you’ll laugh at my choice of noun to refer to the poems. 

When Lightning Strikes Chapter 1 - Supply Closet

A/N: New fan fic author. I am obsessed with the Flash, Arrow, Supergirl, and Gotham. This is been something I’ve been playing around with for a while. I hope you like it.

Word Count: 1,115

Chapter 2 - …and four days

Chapter 3 - Going Home

Chapter 4 - Training and the Truth

Chapter 5 - Adulting and Alcohol

I couldn’t help but notice the way he looked at her. The way he always looked at her. He loved her. Iris didn’t even notice the way his heart ached every time she walked into a room. But I did. I noticed because I was feeling that same ache in the center of my chest. It swelled up inside me knowing the man I loved, loved someone else. She flounced into the room smiling, as I sat at my desk in the lab hiding behind my computer screen. “Barry, come on, that atom smasher thingy is about to start,” particle accelerator, I thought at the same time as Barry said the same thing. “Whatever,” she waved, “let’s get going.”

“I can’t. Joe needs me here and I’ve got some tests to run,” Barry sighed. Barry was helping Detective West with a case. We normally worked on cases for the whole department but he was always working with West. Probably because he was like a stand in father for him, but it often left me with more cases, more work, and less time for myself.

“Oh come on Barry you’ve been looking forward to this for your whole life!”

“I know but I’ve got work to do, and Joe will kill me if I just leave,” Barry explained as she rolled her eyes and stole his fries, “Hey!” The flirty looks they were shooting each other was too much for me to handle. It made me sick to my stomach, watching her string him along.

“Barry, I’m gonna step out for a bit,” I yelled not waiting for a response and rushed out of the room trying to hold in my emotions. Detective West was glancing down at a case file headed toward me. And before he could look up I ducked into the supply closet holding my breath. As I pulled the door behind me quietly I let out a large gasp of air. 

It’s like my chest was growing tight and all the oxygen was escaping my body. My hands were shaking as I swallowed a lump in my throat. And I was now at the tipping point of hyper-ventilating.

“Come on, pull yourself together. So he’s in love with Iris, big deal. Get over it! You have a job to do. Okay, breathe.” taking a deep breath I composed myself, “He doesn’t love you. And one sided love it torture so let… it… go.”

I took one more breath and built up the courage to leave my supply closet safe haven. The door opened and as I stepped out I ran smack into Barry.

“Whoa, Lola. I’m sor- uh, what were you doing in the supply closet?” he pointed to the door and looked at me head tilted.

“Oh uh, just needed to get a new file,” I said reaching for the shelf and pulling one out, “Well, see ya.” With a small wave I started heading back to the lab.

“Wait, Lola,” Iris called grabbing my wrist, “You like all of this science stuff too? You want to come see the particle whatever with us?” Do I want to see it? Yes. With the two of you? No.

“Um, you know I have a lot of cases to catch up on. Maybe if I finish I’ll meet you later?”

“You sure?” Barry asked with somewhat of a confused expression. He knew how much I loved what Harrison Wells was doing down at STAR Labs.

“Yep,” I said with smile and an emphasis on the p. “Have fun though!” I smiled and then spun around and rushed to the lab.

“That was weird,” I heard Iris whisper and heard Barry agree.

Great. Just great. Now I’m the antisocial workaholic weirdo.

As the hours passed I made my way through the mound of evidence waiting to be processed. Throwing myself into my work was the only thing that helped me deal with my stress. And you think I would know better by now. 

After transferring to Central City a year ago I thought I’d never have any friends let alone meet someone. And while I’m still somewhat lacking in the friends department I have somehow fallen hopelessly in love with a guy who seems like my other half. But I couldn’t think about that anymore. Especially when it was clear that Barry loved Iris.

To help distract myself I blared my music through my earbuds. Allowing the lyrics to drown out the racing thoughts in my head. And in the past three hours I ran test after test on DNA samples, soil collections, weapons, and more. Then I felt something tug on my earbud cord that made me squeal.

“Lola, it’s just me. Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” his crooked smile warmed my heart.

“Yeah I’m fine sorry. Just stressed,” I gave a small smile as I turned back to my computer with facial recognition running rapidly.

“Yeah I noticed,” crap, “What were you really doing in the supply closet? I know it was not to get a file, there’s a stack of new files right next to your desk.”

“Nothing, I just needed a break,” he grabbed the arm of my chair and turned me to face him. As he stared me down I tried to remain nonchalant. 

“Has anyone ever told you, you’re not a very good liar?” he raised his brow, green eyes searching my own.

“I’m not lying. Now don’t you have some cases to get to?” For another second he searched my face before giving up. 

“Fine,” he pushed away, splashing in the puddles from the leaking roof. 

“How was watching the particle accelerator?” I asked “Did you see Harrison Wells?”

“Yeah it was great, he gave a speech, but then someone tried to snatch Iris’ purse so we didn’t get to stay long. You should’ve come,” he looked at me. His eyes drew me out of my seat.

“But then the Captain would’ve killed both of us. Someone has to keep this CSI team afloat,” I joked nudging his arm.

“Hey, I work,” he laughed.

“Yeah for Joe,” l laughed stepping closer to him, both of us standing in the puddle on the floor, drops of water pooling on my shoulder. 

“Okay so you have a point,” and I nodded to him with a wide grin just as we heard a loud noise, “What was that?” Barry asked.

“I-I- don’t know,” and just as the words escaped my lips a bolt of lightning crashed through the glass windows, shattering them, and striking both Barry and myself. Electricity coursing through my veins, and heating my insides until the moment I hit the floor and lost consciousness.

A’ight here’s a long ass scenario that turned out a little too angsty than I imagined. Changed a bit of the Solo lyrics to fit with the plot and I’m sorry it might be lacking a little here and there cos yes I finally plucked up the courage to get my wisdom tooth extracted after bearing with the ache for a full month and now I’m just a loser stuck in bed surviving on painkillers and not thinking straight haha so I might be a bit unproductive these couple of days but I’ll do what I can ^^


“So…like a love song?”


“Yeah, I was thinking of doing one for a change,” He explained and you nodded, narrowing your brows in understanding as you listened to the beat that was playing softly in the background.


With all the rapping he’s been doing for Show Me The Money and his recent Worldwide album, he had to admit that despite the large improvements made, he definitely missed playing around with chords and melodies in all the singing he hasn’t done in such a long time and being a huge fan of collaborations as always, he thought it would be interesting to do a duet for the first time. Now the challenging part was finding a partner and it took him a while to find someone with smooth R&B vocals that would complement his but with some help from his labelmates, Loco had recommended you to him which landed you beside him in his studio discussing different concepts and ideas.


Being the musical genius he is, it didn’t take him long to come up with a melody that you both liked and very soon he was already scribbling some lyrics on a blank sheet of paper while all you had were short phrases here and there far from forming a coherent sentence.

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      ALRIGHT. since i’m lacking creativity, hit the ♥ and i’ll put my spotify on shuffle to give you a starter from a lyric within the song. ( i’m rly sorry if most of these r hamilton or rent songs . )

thescreamingsilenceofabrokensoul  asked:

I like this guy. He plays Minecraft, so for his B-Day I baked him a creative Minecraft cake, with a lack of time. I added two letters and an little book with sketches, words, poetry, lyrics, feelings, you name it, dedicated to him. He didn't have time for me. I called his employee for his schedule. Saturday night, 15th of October 2016, about 9 o'clock in the evening. I waited for him on the parkinglot, outside my car, forgot to bring a jacked. It was a chilly night. I haven't heard of him since.

he’s not worth it.
your soul is so beautiful.
i’m sorry he couldn’t see that.

anonymous asked:

i dont think in clear images but i think also generally dont use clear words either? if im scripting or thinking about future communication, but also can think while having lyrics go thru my head. are there people who lack both? and does this mean most people have clear internal monologue And clear visual imagery? sorry its hard to get answers through google

From what I’ve gathered talking to other people, most people have a mix of images and an inner monologue, though this is all gathered from talking to people I know so this might not be true for the population overall.

There are people who lack both words and images and think in concepts, though often those of us who think in concepts have some level of words to our thoughts. For me, personally, the words in my head feel superimposed on top of my actual thoughts which are conceptual.

-Sabrina

i know, i know, i should be doing my other starters that i promised myself i would do this time… but… uh…

i’m lazy? all the threads i have right now require long replies and i don’t have the time for them right now, and not with my adhd being as bad as it is. sorry about that. 

that being said, i want to keep threads going, so like this for a lyric starter! because i’m lacking creativity and motivation! i’ll put my spotify on shuffle and pick out some lines!

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“Dans leurs bonjours, il y a des cactus
 Dans leurs cactus, il y a des cactus!”

Sorry for lack of art and now this very bad art O.O But I’ve been having a falling out with a friend and the lyrics of “I’m Just Your Problem” fit perfectly with how I feel :/

**reblog, don’t repost please**