sorry the song was playing while i made this and i just

Love

I wrote this for everyone’s fave @shayara sorry its on the shorter side

There are many things a person does to show that they’re in love with someone, in your case it’s being able to act like an idiot and not be judged by your boyfriend. Just because you love him doesn’t mean you won’t kill him though.

“Delete the video,” you shouted through your laughter as you tacked him on the bed.

“How about I put it on instagram people need to see your beautiful dancing.” He smirked, he really thinks he’s going to win.

Everything went quiet except for the law and order theme song playing on a loop, it was in this moment decisions had to be made. Very calmly you got off of him and walked over to where your own phone was and grabbed it off the charger.

“If that’s the case then I guess the people must hear your marvelous rendition of Ghostbusters while we’re at it.” He paused. Check mate.

“I thought you deleted it.”

”Why would it? It makes me laugh on bad days.” You stated as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

You both shared a knowing look, watching his movements you set your phone down. “I won’t post my video if you don’t post yours.” Maybe a truce might work your way out of this situation.

”Nah,” and then you tackled him again trying to grab his phone. Sure many people would look at your relationship and say that it’s not normal but to you it’s perfectly fine and you couldn’t be happier.

Lily and James dancing

Sorry for any errors…

“I don’t think I can do this anymore” James said frustrated while collapsing on the couch. Lily walked over and sat on his lap. “What do you mean?” She smiled kindly at him and her red hair made her look gorgeous to James. “I…..I….I just don’t think I can handle this war and all this fighting against the evil anymore. And we lose so many men and woman every day that sometimes I think we are about to give up….” he exclaimed and avoided eye contact with his wife. “You are just tired. We have been training hard all week, all you need is to relax. You know better than I that we will win this war and we mustn’t lose hope James. Never!”
On the radio in the kitchen played and old muggle song which Lily knew from her childhood. “Now get up and dance with me instead of digging yourself down in a deep hole” Lily tried and stretched her hand out for James to take it. This made him smile a true smile.
They danced to the slow tones of the music. She rested her head on his shoulder, and both of them just relaxed and enjoyed each other’s company. They were dancing slowly in the middle of their living room in their little cottage in Godric’s Hollow.
The next song was a bit wilder and soon they were both laying laughing on the floor. “ Thank you Lily, you know how to cheer me up. I love you darling” and with that he kissed her on her forehead and she smiled up at him.

hey some music aus?

- u play guitar and i play ukulele. let’s swap our instruments for a week and see how it goes (why are these strings so small??)

- i’m just not good at sight-reading and you’re in my choir class could u help tutor me?

- singing solfege scales together !!

- no offense but that’s really not how you hold a drum stick do u need me to demonstrate

- in a music store and wow my instrument’s really out of tune. hey, you on the piano, could u hit a c for me please

- stand partners in orchestra. you’re much quicker than me could u turn the pages for us?

- you’re much bigger than me and play the violin. i’m a lot smaller and i play the cello

- at the piano recital and what the heck the program says you’re playing the same song as me. u better not be better bc you sure are cuter

- teach me how to play the flute? (u look ethereal playing it)

jimstares  asked:

65 Q - The "6's". Go!

Sorry it took me a while to get to this; it was a long morning at work (a good morning, but still…I was there for almost 12 hours by the time I left).

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

The joke’s on you…I haven’t looked in a mirror this morning.

But when I looked in it last night before work, my first thought was “wow, I’d better trim these nose hairs.”

16. The last song you listened to?

Street Spirit” by Radiohead was the song playing when I made it home.

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

It would have to be a VERY quick trip, because I start work again in 11½ hours, but if time wasn’t a factor, Tokyo Disneyland.

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

Not since I was a little kid, for a relatively minor surgery. Even when I broke my skull a little over 10 years ago, I was only in the hospital for a few hours.

46. Are you reliable?

I like to think that I am. I have yet to miss a shift in the eight months I’ve been working my current job, and I’ve only been late once.

56. What do you like on your toast?

Just butter (or margarine, or whatever) so the toast isn’t dry.

anonymous asked:

lol that anon didn't have to bring up Niall's song. Don't be ugly. I listen to Kiis fm in la every day and I've heard both even tho Niall's came out in September lol.

I didn’t see it as them being ugly? I wouldn’t have published otherwise, I’m sorry it made you uncomfortable.

I thought they were just giving some perspective - people like to talk about how they hear This Town more than JHO and compare the promo between the two and while TT gets more radio play overall, I think (by numbers), to a degree it does depend on where you are and what stations you listen to - as that anon pointed out.

Obviously This Town has done fantastically, including/especially on the radio…that isn’t even up for debate.

Why Brendon doesn't play songs from Pretty.Odd

I’ve been complaining about the lack of Pretty.Odd songs (and Fever) in Panic’s setlist for years and tonight, while I was having a glass of wine and eating a mango, I had an epiphany (it was definitely the mango that inspired me).

When Panic split and Jon and Ryan found out Spencer and Brendon were keeping the name and hence playing the old songs, they were upset. And they made public comments about it. Including Jon shading them in an interview saying they obviously “preferred playing songs they hadn’t written” (Bren and Spence).

Now, Brendon is a proud man. Nothing bad about that. He just is. So for him to be able to go to number 1 with the songs HE wrote had to mean a lot. Like proving something to himself. So of course he wouldn’t feel comfortable playing songs from the pre-split albums so he isn’t accused of living off the success of songs he didn’t write (he did write a few btw).

He left Time to dance because it’s special to him, he wrote the riff and a good chunk of the melody. Nine because he came up with the beat and the intro on the piano, he’s responsible for the musical feeling of the song. And Sins because he feels he has to.

I’m not a huge Brendon fan (although I admire him a lot as a vocalist and instrumentalist). I love Ryan and pre split Panic is more my thing. But this makes sense.

I’ve said it before that although I complain, hearing Brendon singing Pretty.Odd songs by “himself” in 2016 would probably make me cringe so hard.

*sighs*

I miss 2005-2009.

Your Evil Bastard

So, this is an Andy imagine, fluffy fluff, and it mentions Kate Nash’s Skelton Song. If you don’t know what that is, I’m sorry, it’s not rock music, but I like it, and I thought it was a cute idea, I just had my iPod on shuffle, and it came on and I was like “Andy is kind of skeleton-y” and then this happened, hope you like it ^-^

❤️ -izzi

~~~~~

“Psst, Andy,” you giggled as one of your favorite songs came on.

“What?” he asked. He had been watching a movie while you played music. Skeleton Song by Kate Nash came on, and it annoyed him when you sung it to him.

“Skeleton, you are my friend but you are made of bone,” you giggled and he groaned.

“Please, don’t.“

“And you have got no flesh and blooding running through you to help protect the bone.”

“(Y/N),” he whined and you smiled.

You snuggled closer to him and looked him in his irritated blue eyes. “Skeleton we have been friends for years, and you have seen me through some trials and tribulations and some tears, but everybody thinks I’m weird.”

“You are weird,” he replied, and you giggled.

“And I should have known that it wouldn’t be long until you, you’ve got me standing in an, awkward position with unwanted attention and a need for explanation and it’s not that I’m letting go of you, but I don’t know what to do,” you pouted at him, and he smirked.

“Are you trying to tell me something?”

You rolled your eyes and continued singing.

“Skeleton we are so close.” you turned around to straddle him and clutched the front of his shirt. “But you have got no body, so why do you insist on wearing clothes?” You winked and he smirked at you.

“I’m not sure if I should be offended or not,” he said and you shrugged.

“Skeleton when we were young, it was easy,” you collapsed against him putting on a full blown performance for him now. “Yeah even though the other kids, they would tease me, yeah I was only seven I had you, but now I’m twenty two.“

“I didn’t know you when we were kids. Did you stalk me?” he asked jokingly and you made a scene.

“And now it’s different, when I take you out and you’ you’ve got me standing in an, awkward position with unwanted attention and a need for explanation and it’s not that I’m letting go of you,” you stood up and pouted, and paced, seeming conflicted, and he just watched and smirked/chuckled quietly to himself.

“And sometimes, at night, I dream of the most terrible things,” you moved so you were standing behind him and whispered in his hear, “I take a hammer And creep out of bed,” and you couldn’t help but giggle at his mock-horrified expression as you rose your arms above your head. “And I raise it high, and I smash your head.” You pretended to bring your hands down then rolled over the couch and landed none to gracefully.

“Fibula and tibula and ribs and cages too, in fact while I’m here I’ll smash the whole of you.” you brought your hand down onto the couch top punctuate the words.

He chuckled and played with your head as you did the drawn out “smash”

“But Skeleton you are my friend, and I could never bring your life, to an end,” you smiled up at him and kissed him.

“Yeah skeleton you are, you are my friend,” he smiled and whispered.

“You’re my friend too.”

“And I will be there for you until the end.”

“And even though when I take you out you’ve got me, you’ve got me standing in an, awkward position with unwanted questions and a need for explanation, I could, I could never let you go. And that is all I know. And that is all I know. And that is all, that is all I know, and that is all I know, oh.”

“That was beautiful,” he clapped, “stunning performance, five star reviews all around,” he chuckled.

“Would you like to hear another?” you asked jokingly and his face steeled.

“No,” he said immediately, and you giggled. His face broke out into a smile and you took his large hand in yours.

“Hey,” you said after a moment of silence.

“Yeah?” he asked and you giggled.

“I love you, and also, there was this cool cool girl that was about your age.” You laughed when he groaned in earnest, annoyed with you.

“It was me, by the way.”

“I’m not your sister,” he said immediately and then groaned again. “I even know what song that is. You need to quit changing me.”

“I’m not changing you, you’re changing yourself,” you informed him and he rolled his eyes.

“Hey, I started listening to your punk rock, and I embraced it, why are you so judgmental of my music.”

“I grew up with that, that music is a part of me,”

“So is Kate Nash,” you defended yourself, and he said something unintelligible.

“You’re so mean,” you pouted and he sighed, kissing your forehead softly.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized insincerely, and you turned your nose up at him.

“Oh, come on, don’t be like that,” he begged, and you shrugged.

“Hey, come on, I’m sorry,” he said, hugging you gently. “Please don’t be mad, Kate Nash isn’t bad.”

“I know that,” you told him, and he pouted.

“Come on, don’t be mad,” he pleaded and you bit your lip.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Please,” He pouted and did the puppy eyes.

“Fucker, I can’t stay mad when you do that.”

“I know,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “It’s coercion.”

“You’re an evil bastard,” you told him and he chuckled.

“That might be true, but I’m your evil bastard.”

Let the Games Begin (Liam Payne Smut)

Request: Can you do a Liam smut where Y/n catches Liam having a sex dream about her but they’re just cuddle buddies

I kind of made it so she caught him masturbating instead….sorry lol 

Word Count: 1226

Imagine Masterlist

Living with a famous singer was interesting to say the least. I have known Liam since we met on the set of X-Factor in 2008. Being two 14 year olds, neither of us made it past the judges’ houses that year, but we kept in touch even though we lived about two hours apart. My mom even swore that one day we were going to get married. She said she never saw two people so young become so enveloped in each other, but obviously Liam went back to X-Factor two years later where he met the boys and the rest is history. I never went back even though Liam begged me to come with him. I just settle for playing my songs in bars and clubs while Liam is out in the world doing his thing. After he toured for a while, he came back home and bought his own place and it was just a matter of time before I moved in.
“Y/N!” My name echoed through the halls of our place.
“What?!” I yelled back from the kitchen.
“I need you!” His voice echoed back and I groaned before heading up the stairs. I walked up to the bathroom door and knocked lightly.
“Are you in need of something or were you just lonely on the toilet?” I chuckled lightly before the door opened and a shirtless, sopping wet Liam poked his upper body out into the hall. I looked him up and down with a smirk before laughing lightly.  
“I forgot a towel.” He said before shaking his head and getting me all wet.
“Awe c’mon Li, are you a dog?” I whined, wiping my face to get the water off while he laughed. I turned to walk down to the linen closet to get him a towel before throwing it at his face.
“Thank you!” I heard his voice as I continued down to the kitchen again to make breakfast for us.
When Liam appeared from upstairs, he was now at least half-way clothed. He strode over to the fridge in his dark gray sweats and took out the milk, drinking out of the carton.
“Oh, really? I use that too.” I whined as he smiled with his cheeks full of liquid.
After breakfast, we move to the den to watch the previous night’s American Horror Story (cause we both get scared if we watch it at night). I sit down on the couch with my cup of coffee and Liam takes his seat right next to me, our legs automatically tangle together and my head finds its way to his shoulder. We do this without thinking, like it is almost second nature, but for some reason I feel him tense under me. Weird.
“You okay?” I whisper and his head turns from the tv to look at my face.
“Yeah, why do you ask?” His voice cracks and he shifts uncomfortably.
“You just seem a little off that’s all.” My voice trails off and I turn back to the show. We watch the show as usual and I find myself getting increasingly sleepy. By the end of the show, I had knocked out on his shoulder.
I assume he carried me to my bed because I woke up about three hours later wrapped in my blankets in my room, Liam nowhere in sight.
I sit up, groggy from my nap.
“Li?” I yell out, but I don’t hear anything. I figure he went to meet up with the boys or something. I make my way out into the hallway, but stop in my tracks when I heard shuffling coming from downstairs. As usual, my mind took off and automatically assumed that there was a burglar in the house. I grabbed the bat that Li keeps in the hall closet and made my way down the stairs, trying so hard not to make the floor creek. I heard something knock over and hit the floor with a thud. It sounded like it was coming from the kitchen or the attached den, but I couldn’t be sure because my heartbeat filled my ears. I got to the bottom of the stairs and peeked my head around the far wall to take a look into our open concept family room and kitchen. I searched around the couches and behind the counters, but no one was there. After clearing the area, I tip toed through the kitchen to check the den. I heard a deep groan and this time I knew it was coming from the den. I stood outside the den trying to get up the courage to peek in and see who the intruder was. Finally, with my breath held, I peeked my head around the corner and at first I didn’t see anything, but the next thing I saw was not what I was expecting. The bat in my hands slid onto the carpet, barely making a sound. I just stood there in shock at what I was seeing.
There, on our black couch, sat Liam, completely naked with his hand wrapped around himself. He was covered in sweat and I could see his pectorals flexing every time he moved his hand up and down his fully erect shaft. I really had meant to move away and give him his privacy, but I couldn’t take my eyes off his face as it contorted in pleasure. I knew he was getting close when he started to get more vocal. I have to admit, I could feel myself getting hopelessly turned on at the sight before me. My hot, smart, funny, amazing best friend was touching himself in our apartment and he had no idea I was watching him unfold in front of my eyes. His hips were flexing upwards into his hand and his whimpers were growing in volume.
“Oh, god. Y/N.” He groaned and I stiffened even more. He was masturbating while thinking of me! I can’t take this anymore! I have to relieve myself. My back slid down the wall and my hand immediately found its way into my panties. I took a sharp intake as soon as my hand came in contact with my skin. My hips ground harder and harder into my hand and I was already about to combust from watching Liam.
“Li…” I whispered breathlessly as I rubbed soft circles beneath my underwear.
“Y/N, oh god baby. Just like that.” He grunted loudly and I knew he was about to blow. So was I. My fingers moved in and out of my wet hole and I was tensing uncontrollably. “Fuck, fuck, Y/N, I’m cumming ugh!” Liam’s deep voice rang out and it caused my orgasm to come crashing over me.
I quickly got myself together and stood up, waiting casually for Liam to do the same. I made my way over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water when he walked in behind me.
“Oh, hey Y/N. How long have you been up?” He stretched him arm back and scratched his neck.
“Oh, just a few minutes.” I smirked before taking a big gulp of water. He cocked his head to the side and walked off towards his room. Let the games begin.

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Day: 1713
Shirt: Car Seat Headrest - Hugs (Reproduction)
Color: Red
Brand: Jerzees
Source: ….every one in a while you hear a new record that you just get stoked on and listen to 20-30 times In a row. A friend tuned me on to this dude and it just reminds me that I feel like some people were set on this earth to write songs, and play music. I believe it is streaming now on the innaNet so go check it out, and thanks to an Internet snafu you buy it early. I wanted to buy a shirt last week but the site only has had smalls forever so I made this one myself. Sorry @notcarseatheadrest I bootlegged your shirt but I did give you money on band camp and ordered the shirt from Matador 😁. If you need more shirts let me know

We talked about making it,
I’m sorry that you never made it
And it pains me just to hear you have to say it
You knew the game and played it
It kills to know that you have been defeated
I see the wires pulling while you’re breathing

whooo boy, wowie. I’ve been deciding which songs fit which Characters best, and Nick got “Wires” by The Neighborhood. I have the version I like on spotify but I can’t find the download for that version anywhere?? so sad.

Also I’m very bad at…this. Portraits. I don’t think I can do any better right now though…

What if...

…you made a post. It was a personal one. Things just weren’t going great and you needed to vent. Right at the bottom you said you was going to watch Meow on repeat to cheer you up and maybe continue to learn the Ukuele. Because who doesn’t love a Ukulele?

The next morning there is a knock on your door, disgruntled at having to get out of the comfort of your own bed you lazily make your way to the door, Markiplier Pyjama pants looking majestic in the early morning sun.

Outside stands an awkward Mark. He pulls a smile and beings to play a Ukulele and sing a song he has clearly tried to practise for this very moment.

I am sorry you are sad
But now I am here
So please, turn that frown upside down my dear.

I know I’m not good at this
But I just want to make you smile
Now shall we go and play some games for a little while?