that is not why i like this song

Bts as shit me & my friends said over text
  • Kim Seokjin: when I die, I want my gravestone to be pink ft glitter. I want it to fucking g l o w within a miles radius
  • Min Yoongi: sleep is a skill bitch, put that in my resume and watch
  • Jung Hoseok: I keep saying "my breasts are like muffins" when i sing that Shakira song 'Whenever Wherever'
  • Kim Namjoon: math is such a bitch like they've got everyone solving their problems why can't I have my own personal helper?
  • Park Jimin: my dreams are either about wild sex or murder so... can't relate to fluff
  • Kim Taehyung: can someone tell my fucking teacher that writing 'orange peels' on my test is a perfect substitute for longitude JFC
  • Jeon Jungkook: at this point I should just fuck myself because I'm that good in bed

ask-fem-kookie  asked:

4, 22, 29, 49~

4.) A song you’re embarrassed to like

Ah jeez JubyPhonics covers of yuukei yesterday and drop pop candy they’re so cute and happy I’m a sucker for cute and happy songs

22.) A song that motivates you to work/helps you focus

Idk it might be weird but Girls Like Girls by Hayley Kiyoko helps me focus when I’m doing homework :,D when it comes to something like volleyball I usually listen to upbeat songs like yesterday by Block B or Sober by BigBang or hardcore rap/emo songs like the Cyphers or One For the Money by Escape the Fate

29.) A song that cheers you up when you’re sad

Drop Pop Candy (JubyPhonic), Yesterday (Block B), Sober (BigBang), Mansae (Seventeen), Very Nice (Seventeen), Mama (J-HOOOOPE), and maNY OTHERS ASDFGHJKL

49.) A song whose lyrics you’ve memorized

Idk why but the first songs that came into my head was Car Radio by tøp and Super Bass by Nikki Minaj??? I???? ??

Things I lost in the fire

When I was little, my mom told me a story by song. It was in Spanish, and kind of a nursery rhyme.

Memories like these tend to dissipate over time, maybe so we can make room for the more important ones, so the words escape me. But I remember her holding me in the crook of her arm and playing with the back of her arm, (there was something comforting to me about sliding my hand over it, pressing my face to it.) and I asked her why in the song the bad thing happened to little girl. Whatever the song/poem was about, it had tragedy, then spirit, then a happy ending. For some reason all I can focus on is the bad thing that happened.

My mom’s laugh hasn’t changed in decades. I remember her laughing and saying I was silly, sweet, and that sometimes we can’t help the bad things from happening, but as long as it ends happily, that’s all that matters.

I lost everything last Thursday.

A little less than an hour after falling asleep, I woke to people screaming outside my apartment. I thought there were some hard partiers or something, then could smell this horrible burnt plastic. I sat up in bed and there was some smoke. Not much, but enough to make me think I at least somehow left the oven on.

I put on my jeans, grabbed my phone and used it as a flashlight because for some reason my nightstand light wouldn’t come on. I went to the kitchen and realized nothing was on. And no lights would come on. I opened my front door and was hit with a big cloud of black smoke that dropped me. Like a sack of bricks. Then someone was drag carrying me, and before I knew it I was on the ground by the pool watching the building from the roof over engulfed in flames. I don’t know if my front door closed behind me or not. I don’t remember. I screamed that my dog was up there. A few windows had exploded and there was glass everywhere. I was barefoot with no glasses and tried to get to Lucy. I promise everyone that I tried. I can hear “It’s not your fault…” etc. from now until I’m gone, but I will never forgive myself for not grabbing her when I could.

I watched it burn. High winds, tight quarters for fire trucks, screaming people, different languages.

The Red Cross came, corralled us all to the post office nearby. I called Pat and Val. I remember crossing the street away from complex and almost being hit by a car going to the gas station. I didn’t remember much after all I know is that I went to bed at the Jerinas and woke up still smelling the smoke.

I called my renter’s insurance only to find out later on that I had only signed up for liability not coverage for myself. I went back to the rubble and, maybe stupidly started calling out for Lucy. Maybe I hoped it would be like some Disney movie of the week and she would poke her little face out of the ashes, give a little cough then jump into my arms. That didn’t happen.

“Mommy, why do bad things happen?”
*stroking my hair*
“I don’t know Mijo, but sometimes it’s okay because it ends happy.”

In the days that followed, instead of leaving me in a heap on the ground, Valerie and Rachel worked together and got me clothes, glasses, my important documents to get a license replaced, an apartment set up from the property management that owned my building, and food in me.

In the days that followed, I have seen fundraising pull together money from friends, family, friends of family, strangers, countless people, all outreached to me.

In the days that followed I realized that I am a liar in a crucial part of this post.

I did not lose everything. If you’re reading this and got this far, it’s you. I have you. And when I have you I can never lose everything.

I sat my daughter down with her mother this past weekend and told her that we lost stuff in the fire. Stuff. That’s all it was honey. We can and will always get more “stuff.”

Telling her we lost Lucy was the worst. She cried, silently at a certain point and played with the dry skin on my elbow. (I think it comforts her.)

Hopefully feeling better, we went to the mall to replace the clothes she got for her birthday at Forever 21. We got lunch and tickled each other and took in the afternoon. And something struck me after I kissed her and held her a little longer when I dropped her off.

Not once did she ask me “Why do bad things happen to good people?”

That gives me peace.

Maybe because this will end happy.

I will never forget what everyone has done. I can still remember the smell of smoke, the gripping fear of starting at square one. But memories dissipate over time to make room for better ones.

Thank you isn’t enough even for now, but thank you. All of you.



anonymous asked:

Taylor shook him so hard over a songwriting credit, it's understandable bc thats his biggest song ever as the main artist. hahahaha written by the one and one TSwift his ex gf.

shook him so hard and he absolutely knew it was coming? Since the day they broke up, he knew she was going to drop it - you can tell from all his I wrote songs posts and snaps and stuff. I’m pretty sure that was agreed upon for if the relationship did end. And so I don’t get why he was so frustrating, because it’s not like she blindsided him, nor did she take credit for anything that wasn’t hers. She didn’t say it was her song, just confirmed that she gave him the idea and recorded a demo, they split the rights, and then he put Rihanna’s vocal.

anonymous asked:

hey! have you ever listened to Escalate by Tsar B? It strikes me as a great dream pack song idk why ??

i just listened and holy shit that was sexy?? im digging this whole EP actually!! thanks for the rec! heart eyes for real

im getting like hazy sexy dark dreampack vibes for sure and let me tell you, i’m feeling god damn inspired haha

Concept: Post credit batb scene were everyone is still dancing, and then Stanley asks Cadenzza to play something for him. He clears his throat and begins: “Nooooo oooooone’s………..” Everyone gasps. Why is he singing the song of the Ennemy™??? Then he continues. “………….. cute as Lefou! No one shines like Lefou! No one sets my heart on fire and wins my love like Lefou!” Lefou is blushing like HELL and cries because nobody was ever so kind to him.
Basically give me a scene where they’re happily singing their love.

You and I

Fluff and smut.
Credit to Gif maker/owner.
Based in the song “You and I” by Lady Gaga

It’s been a long time since I came around
Been a long time but I’m back in town
This time I’m not leaving without you

No one will ever truly understand why you left. You will never truly understand yourself. Your gut told you you had to leave so you did. Now as you walked down the familiar sidewalk to downtown charming you felt at peace. True inner peace. You were not leaving this town again. Not without the man you love more than anything.

You taste like whiskey when you kiss me, oh
I’d give anything again to be your baby doll
This time I’m not leaving without you

Back then you couldn’t get used to the lifestyle. The constant runs. The sea of trashy crow eaters constantly hanging over your man like you didn’t exist. It’s been two years and you’ve grown more as a woman. You were here to take back your man and never leave him again. But how would Filip Telford feel when he saw you? You broke his heart when you left. You’d spend your lifetime making it up to him if you had to. Thinking about Chibs made so many warm memories come to mind. You could almost breathe his scent again. Your thoughts intoxicated by the smell of leather and whiskey you remember so well.

It’s now or never. You got back up and walked to your bike. Chibs helped you pick it out when you decided on a whim you wanted one. It used to terrify you but now you couldn’t imagine not riding. You put your helmet on. You had one destination. Teller-Morrow where the Sons of anarchy reside. Where you would get your old man back.

You pulled in and parked your bike to the side. Knowing the sound would stir people. You looked up and spotted him instantly. His hair longer than you remember. He was working on a bike and talking to best friend and coworker Juice Ortiz. You walked up from the side so he wouldn’t see you immediately. Juice spotted you and froze. He panicked with the thought about how Chibs would react to seeing you. He wasn’t the same since you left. He didn’t know if his friend would be excited or more hurt. You begged him with your hands not to say anything. So he went back to working in the bike.

“What does a lady have to do to get some decent bike service around here?!” You say in play disgust.

You saw his body freeze as he recognized the voice immediately. But he didn’t turn around right away. He looked at Juice who excused himself to leave them alone.

“Hello Filip.” you decide to say more normally.

He turned around and you saw the tears forming in his eyes. You weren’t sure if his tears were from the sadness you caused him. Or the happiness of seeing you. Thankfully at this moment. It was the latter. He took a good long look at you. You were more beautiful than he remembered. Your (y/h/c) hair had grown down past your shoulders. Your body had filled out and your curves were intoxicating.

“(Y/N).” he whispered. He was afraid saying your name out loud would make you less real. “Lass, is it really ye?”

“Yes love. It’s me. Can we have lunch? A drink? Catch up? If that’s OK. If your old lady wouldn’t mind of course.”

“I don have an old lady. Not since ya left. I knew I wouldn’t be happy with anyone else. So I didn’t even botha. I only told ma brothers I had moved on. But never truly.”

That stung your heart. But you knew he didn’t mean anything bad by it. He was just being Filip. True and honest.

“Aye. Come on lass. Let’s get a drink at the Clubhouse”

He said, “Sit back down where you belong
In the corner of my bar with your high heels on
Sit back down on the couch where we
Made love the first time and you said to me,”

(Something), something about this place
(Something), something, ‘bout lonely nights
And my lipstick on your face
Something, something about
My cool Nebraska guy
Yeah, there’s something about
Baby, you and I

You were on your second shot. You felt the alcohol warming your insides. Making you relax more. You were ready to pour your heart out. “Filip… I… I’m sorry for leaving you the way I did. It was childish. And immature. And I love you so much. And there was never anyone else in my life either. I knew I wouldn’t love them like I love you. And I know, I don’t expect you to just take me back or if you even want that.” You rambled and rambled and he just started deep into your (y/e/c) eyes that he missed so much.

It’s been two years since I let you go
I couldn’t listen to a joke or a Rock and Roll
Muscle cars drove a truck right through my heart
On my birthday you sang me “Heart of Gold”
With a guitar humming and a no clothes
This time I’m not leaving without you

“Lass.” he tried to interrupt you but you kept on rambling.

“(Y/n).” he tried again but by this time your calmness you had when you arrived went all out the window. You were anxious and wouldn’t stop talking. He finally had enough and shut you up by planting a soft kiss on your lips.

“Can I speak now lass?” you nodded as you tried to process the shock of the kiss.

“I won’t lie and say I wasn’t praying for ye to return one day. I won’t lie and say you didn’t hurt me. I won’t lie and say I was afraid you’d never come back home. But I understand why you did it. I couldn’t devote myself to ya back then. Things have changed. If you decide to stay…”

This time you shut him up with another deep kiss.

“I don’t expect us to be back to the way we were over night. But I can tell you right now, IF I ever leave Charming again. I won’t leave without you.

He said, “Sit back down where you belong
In the corner of my bar with your high heels on
Sit back down on the couch where we
Made love the first time and you said to me,”
(There’s something), something about this place
(Something), something, ‘bout lonely nights
And my lipstick on your face
Something, something about
My cool Nebraska guy
Yeah, there’s something about
Baby, you and I

Juice and the guys walked in the club house. He must have told them you were here and they came to make sure you weren’t further destroying their brothers heart. Instead they found you both lip locked at the bar. Jax motioned for everyone to leave again. He wanted you guys to have your privacy.

“Chibby, you still have a room here at the club house?”

“Aye lass”

“Make love to me.” you said. He needed to hear no more. He jumped off his stool and pulled you off of yours. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you away and down the hall to his room.

You and I
You, you and I
You, you and I
You, you and I, I
You and I
You, you and I
Oh yeah, well I’d rather die
Without you and I, I

He took you inside and kicked the door shut behind him. He gently laid you down on the bed. He climbed on top of you and continued to shower you with kisses. He undressed you slowly. He wanted to take his time to enjoy you and your new curves. You were glowing with anticipation for him. He undressed and climbed back over you on the bed. He positioned himself and entered you slowly savoring every sweet second of filling you.

You threw your head back at the feeling. You missed this man more than anything in life. So much so you never let another man touch you since you left. You knew no one would ever touch you like he does.

He continued his slow and passionate pace. You stared into each other’s eyes. Your hips matched his movements. You both moaned in pleasure at each other’s touch. He bent down to kiss you deeply. His tongue licking and sucking at your lips. You held him fast by the back of the neck securing him to your lips. The other hand was on his back nails deep. He moaned into your mouth in pleasure.

You were getting closer and closer to ecstasy. No doubt he was too. Your body’s continued to writhe together. Savoring each other.

Come on! Put your drinks up!

We got a whole lot of money, but we still pay rent
Cause you can’t buy a house in Heaven
There’s only three men that I'mma serve my whole life
It’s my daddy and Nebraska and Jesus Christ
(Something), Something, something about the chase
(Six whole years)
I’m a New York woman born to run you down
Still want my lipstick all over your face
Something, something about
Just knowing when it’s right
So put your drinks up, for Nebraska
For Nebraska, Nebraska, I love ya

You and I
You, you and I
Baby, I’d rather die
Without you and I, I
You and I
You, you and I
Nebraska, I’d rather die
Without you and I, I

Suddenly you released and drowned in the fire coursing through you. “oh my God baby!” you breathe out.

He let go of himself and collapsed on top of you still inside you with one long groan. You both struggle to regain your breaths. You sat this way for a while before he rolled off of you and pulled you close wrapping his arms around you.

It’s been along time since I came around
Been along time but I’m back in town
And this time I’m not leaving without you

“I love you Fillip Telford.”

“I love you (Y/F/L/N) and I’m never letting you go again.

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We were misinformed

The other day Paul was talking about, and was saying a website that sells pets, of course that failed! and I had to explain to him that no, it was pet supplies, and he almost didn’t believe it first, because why was it called and not

A few days ago @stevebunge posted a video for Man-Size by PJ Harvey, and I thought hey I had that album on cassette, I’m going to look up that song I liked, Soft Queenie! Except when I googled it I discovered that the name of the song is actually 50 ft Queenie? and I’ve just been calling it by the wrong name all these years? more than twenty years oh my gosh? even when I knew the lyrics were “Fifty foot Queenie, fifty and rising” I never figured it out?

“IDK why some fans are so thorn apart because of grads… Okay, I too lost my favorite group but I’m not like “it’s so hard to move on from them if their songs keep being performed” or “I can’t even watch their stuff”… I guess we all deal with loss/sadness differently but I can’t help but see those reactions as kind of extreme. Especially the first one… like, why do you have to “move on”? That sounds like you want to forget about them/her; why not just keep supporting H!P and newer groups while still remembering fondly the group/member you just lost?”

anonymous asked:

Why do you like sunrise? I love it and it's one of my favourites but I want to know why it's on your top 5.

it’s been 25 days since I received this ask and here I am, still just as shocked that someone would think Sunrise is not top 5 songs material wow

anonymous asked:

The one about rudys mom and his privacy and all

Oh.I see. Well,is all the same problem again.Justin is feeling unhappy and lonely.And sadly some of him own fans is making the things worst.
This “fans” is always dragging Justin for everything,making pressure on him.
I think that Justin is very tired.

A lot of things is happening right now.Justin is pop culture now,his popularity is more high than the sky.Is cool like Justin now,this is why a lot of people pretend love him because is cool. This new fans don’t even know about Justin old songs.They just want photos,and don’t respect him or his feeling.And if he say no,this people will drag him and come back to hate him.

Justin was not being completely happy for a long time .It’s sad, he deserve better.
I couldn't save an mp3 for this so here's a link ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

thank you so much @agustpeach for tagging me for the bts meme! I’ll be tagging; @j-obi @hobshine @hoseokmyhearteu @yin-and-yang0 @ismyteadoneyet and anyone else that would like to do this!

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anonymous asked:

I too am in my 30s and I miss the time when not much was offensive. People like Trent Reznor could sing 'I wanna fuck you like an animal' and shit like that but if you do it now(ie. Blurred Lines which is a Kidz Bop song compared to Closer) there will be 2883838 essays online about why it's misogynistic. That's why most music and movies nowadays are boring.



“I don’t dislike Maachan, but I think she really stuck out like a sore thumb in the recent Hinafest performance when they did Jealousy Jealousy. I don’t understand why they even had to give her solos, minimal as they were. No lines in one song isn’t going to kill her.”

anonymous asked:

English is not my first language and there's this strange thing I do... I create playlists of English songs and sing the songs but... I create brand new lyrics in my first language I mean I sing when the singer sings but I sing something completely different, I pretend I'm on the stage and lyrics are about the universe, paras and parame I'm daydreaming about recently. I do it since I'm like 11... I know it's weird I just had to tell somebody...

SAME. I’m not a native english speaker but I do daydream in english! I don’t know why but it’s just a habit of mine :P