Summary: Music videos are never completely without Lin taking his girlfriend along.
Warnings: so much romantic crap has been put into this, I apologize

Did I really write a fic about the making of that music video? Why yes, yes I did. This is really short and stuffed with fluff, so you have been warned.

“Bet ten bucks you’re gonna screw up your part.”

“If you say that again, I’m gonna kick you out.”

You laughed, head tipping back, while Lin just glared at you. The two of you were currently at the studio with Jordan and a camera crew, getting ready to shoot another section of the music video. You’d never gotten to see a music video being filmed before, so you probably looked like a dork: gawking at all the equipment and lighting, running your fingers over the piano keys like you’d never seen a piano before.

You thought you’d caught Jordan watching you peer into a camera lens earlier and chuckle to himself. Not that you minded. He was an awfully nice person and you were glad Lin had brought you along (“for moral support,” he claimed). And you could get your revenge on him later. Maybe he couldn’t sing as well if you made faces at him from behind the cameraman….

Your thoughts were interrupted when Lin playfully snatched your ball cap from your head. “Hey!” you protested, jumping up from where you were seated on the piano bench.

“You’re trying to get me to mess up,” he returned. You made to swipe at the hat and he held it up above your head. “You don’t deserve this hat.”

“Lin!” You tried to sound mad at him, you really did, but he was giving you that glowing smile, the one that lit up his whole face. You grabbed at the cap again and he dodged you easily. Your momentum almost sent you stumbling into a microphone stand and you heard Lin snicker. That little— Spinning around, you caught him giving you a deceptively innocent look, as he placed your hat on his own head. You had to admit, he looked cute, with that soft sweater and his dark hair sticking out from under your hat—and dammit, you were getting distracted.

“Gimme that back!” You rushed at him and he swore, hands flying up to hold the hat down on his head. The two of you fought for it like ten-year-olds, you hopping up and down to reach for it and Lin darting this way and that to keep away from you. All the while, both of you were giggling stupidly. A few members of the crew looked on in amusement and someone muttered, “when’s the wedding?”

“Lin, you can’t wear that during the video!”

“Watch me!”

“Ugh!” You jumped again, finally got ahold of the cap’s brim, and promptly crashed into him on your way there. You yelped as your head bumped into his chest and heard him gasp your name when you stepped on his foot. Staggering back, he let go of the hat to steady you, hands settling on your arms. The two of you took a moment to catch your breath, the hat caught between you. With every shaky breath you took, you inhaled the clean, slightly-sweet smell of his cologne. Stifling a shiver, you shyly glanced up at him through your lashes. His hair was charmingly mussed from you whipping the hat off of him and you bit your lip over a smile.

The smile widened when he cast his eyes down toward the floor, bashful. “Don’t look at me like that,” he said softly. Then half of a giddy laugh escaped him when you stretched up to kiss his cheek. “(Y/N)!”

“What?” you asked innocently, placing another light kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Quit it, this is a music video, you know.”


“And there are cameras—(Y/N)!” He laughed again as you hooked an arm around his shoulders and danced your fingers over the ticklish spot on his neck. His hands went to your waist as though to push you away, but he didn’t. You let your lips wander toward his neck, grazing hotly along his jawline. His tiny gasp and the tightening of his fingers at your hips had you grinning triumphantly. Tilting your chin up toward him, you used your hold around his neck to pull him close.

“Sorry, am I distracting you, Mr. Miranda?” you murmured into his ear.

“I’m going to kill you,” he vowed, even as he turned his head to nuzzle your hair affectionately.

“Nah, you love me too much.”


“And I live with you, so if you kill me, no more of my fabulous cooking.”


Then you both jumped when one of the crew called from across the room. “Hey, uh, loverbirds! We should probably start shooting at some point today!”

Lin shot you a flat look, as though to say “look what you did.” But you only stuck your hat back on your head and gave him a push toward the studio. “What’re you waiting for? Get out there,” you teased.

“Yes, Your Highness,” he flashed back, tossing the words to you over his shoulder as he walked away.

You got your revenge later, when you winked at him from behind a cameraman halfway through the first shoot and he completely forgot his lines.

I call it “It’s 2 in the morning, I found pencils, I have an audition tomorrow, and I gave up on the light source. Did you know Pepsi makes a Made With Real Sugar version? I have listened to the Big River soundtrack since 9pm yesterday. SHE’S GOT ONE BIG BREAST IN THE MIDDLE OF HER CHEST AND AN EYE IN THE MIDDLE OF HER NOSE. SO SAYS I IF YOU LOOK HER IN THE EYE YOU’RE BETTER OFF LOOKING AT HER NOSE *GoEs ThE fUcK tO sLeEp*”


self explanatory.

Stop assuming that women on the “plus sized” spectrum can’t pull men!

You’d be a fool lol

I’ll take your man, feed him good, f**k him right and send him back to you with a good heart 😏
(Kidding, I don’t condone cheating)

But seriously, fellas- get a hold of yourselves!
Regardless of what someone looks like, they’re still human!
Everybody is entitled to rejection- never forget that.

School With Milo Murphy!

Based on a combination of The Magic School Bus Theme and this post by @procrastinateland. First 4 lines come from her drawing.

Zack: Please let this be a normal day…

Melissa: With Milo Murphy?

All kids except Zack: No way!

Zack: Aww…

Jumpin’ on that school bus,

Your nerves are being frayed

Soon as you see that sweatervest

Milo: Heads up!

There’s a pistachio truck to evade!

Accidents in chem lab,

Homework up in smoke,

Field day cancelled cause of llamas,

Sprinklers on and now we’re all soaked

At school with Milo Murphy!

Riot shields up!

When you’re at school with Milo Murphy!

Eye protection, man!

At school with Milo Murphy!

There’s expired milk everywhere, just

At school with Milo Murphy!

One eye open, ladies and gents!

Now honey don’t worry too hard,

Just make sure you’re insured,

And always be on your guard

So you don’t end up like Chad!

Chad: I’m okay! Not…

At school with Milo Murphy!

Come on in- danger awaits!

When you’re at school with Milo Murphy!

I didn’t even realize the multitude of things my life lacked until you arrived on the scene. I woke up everyday, for years on end, with a certain expectation of outcomes; I know you did much the same. Taking both hands off the wheel, I resigned myself to my fated existence. However, just as in most cases of such reckless abandon, I struck something. Or rather, I feel as though I was struck by something. It was a force like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Now I wake up everyday not with an expectation of fate, but with a dream, and the means to make that dream a reality. There’s nothing I can’t do with you by my side, @jaseminedenise. And though for now you’ve left the ghastly forests and towering waterfalls behind to face the ceaseless duties of the real world, we’re still just as close as the last softly whispered goodbye at an airport in the middle of the night. I love you to death and I can’t wait for our next adventure. <3

The way Bodhi Rook died was so disrespectful. 

In a movie filled with incomplete character arcs, his was the worst. The writers really had a chance to give him an arc but instead made his death dedicated to galen erso. I know bodhi was more than just a messenger for galen. He was a man who sacrificed everything to do what’s right and we never got more character development other than that. I wanted more. 

Bodhi deserved better.

anonymous asked:

Everything on your blog is suddenly anti-trump and its a fucking joke. Seriosuly? You're not american, you don't live here, you don't know what we go thru. You have no right to shit on him or his supporters.

Since you’re obviously one of them, fuck you and fuck everyone saying non Americans shouldn’t be concerned. Because world history is a chain of events that spiral after one atrocious mistake and the result of this election was one of them.

I’m human. That alone gives me all the rights I need.