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backseat serenade (m)


Words: 13k.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader.

Genre: Fluff, smut, punk!Taehyung.

Summary: Falling in love with your brother’s best friend was something you couldn’t help.

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First Look: The Ferrari 812 Superfast

Ferrari has selected the 87th edition of the Geneva International Motor Show for the world premiere of the new 12-cylinder berlinetta, the 812 Superfast, the most powerful and fastest Ferrari in the marque’s history.

This new car not only introduces a plethora of innovative features but is also particularly significant as the V12 series marked the official start of the glorious Prancing Horse story in 1947, 70 years ago this year.

The 812 Superfast thus ushers in a new era in Ferrari 12-cylinder history, in doing so building on the invaluable legacies of the F12berlinetta and F12tdf. It is aimed at clients demanding the most powerful and exclusive Ferrari in the range: an uncompromising sports car that will deliver exhilarating driving both on road and track yet also be comfortable enough to allow its owners to enjoy it as an all-round experience.

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I was fifteen when I realised that my imagination was the strongest force I would ever feel.

My mum knew too and she knew I was up to something. I scrambled around pulling on jumpers I owned and then threw them repetitively back onto the floor of my bedroom with an audible angst. I hadn’t eaten any dinner. I had pulled straighteners through my thick curls over and over and filled the room with plumes of smoke as they singed through my tangled hair.

“Sophie has fallen out with her mum again and wants me to meet her in the field behind her house.”

“It is cold, why don’t you just invite her here and we can all talk it through?”

“She’s been crying, she is too embarrassed”

My mum smiled and I blushed.

“I am pleased you girls look out for each other”.

She knew I was telling a lie, she had witnessed the tell tale signs, my wavering shoe gaze and freshly made up face at 22.00 on a school night but having once been a teenage girl herself she kindly ignored my lie and told me to “be careful”, her own sort of blessing.

It was cold. This far into the countryside the stars shone like they were at a party in sequined dresses. The lack of pollution prohibited any heat from the day from lingering and I shivered feeling a direct closeness to the universe. I was fifteen and at the center of it.

I had asked him to meet me four doors down from my house, which I told him was “the one with the most flowers”. I spun a few more lies for fun; I told him I was with friends behind the wooden stile drinking wine. I wanted him to think he flowed into my sociable evening, not that I had been cross-legged on the floor of my bedroom for the last hour reading Anais Nin thinking of this moment. The night was so full and heavy, I smiled knowing I had yesterday eaten all my carrots in preparation but I knew the trees and the brambles like I knew the crack in my bedroom ceiling and so could enjoy the woozy mixture of bravery and fear, which I guess they call rebellion.

I stood in the alleyway in silence and I waited.

After five minutes some headlights slowed and my phone vibrated. There he was in a car on the other side of the road- my future. I climbed over the stile with my hood up; the single strand of hair fell down on purpose. His tall frame was hunched over in the old mini cooper; I couldn’t see his face, just his luminous BFG silhouette in the single street lamp. I tried to open the door but couldn’t seem to get the latch right. He lent over and opened it for me.



I shrank into my hood and turned my gaze to my 15-dernier tights, which I picked at with devout concentration. He didn’t say anything but he didn’t need to, there was music on and we started to drive out of my village towards the town. He’d said he needed to fill up his car so I guessed that was where we were headed. I was so full of awe. I stared at his curled hands on the wheel of a vehicle that could move foreword at a rate of 30 mph or more, a whole vessel rattling along with us enclosed. Driving was the best way to get to know someone, both concealed in the foreword gaze, gaining distance if nothing else. I turned my face to study his, lucky that his eyes must stay fixed on the road giving me a moment to study the corners of his jaw, where the headlights hit his nose, the shaking human hairs that covered it like lit up grass and in its shadow, caved his eyes into darkness. I was trying to take a picture in my mind of the beginning of the rest of my life. I guessed he was thinking of something wild and serene like a renaissance painting or a Keats poem. He looked kind and nervous. In short I was in love.

I had imagined all these scenarios about what might happen if we were to meet. Words would tumble out of our mouths and erupt into bursts of laughter, we’d drive, taking it in turns with no regard for the law to a coastal town where we would crack open a pink lobster on a sun warmed step, the sea water licking our toes. I would write letters to my friends back at school, who would writhe around in jealousy while we discussed real questions that exceeded my age group, good and evil, the teachings of Freud… I had taken everything I wanted out of life and encased it all in his image, the ones I had clicked repetitively over on Facebook. I decided that I would fill him with ideas and polish all of his lacking thoughts so that he could be perfect, and I could be his. Young girls in love were selfless.

We were still driving in silence; I was feeling calmer now and in tune with my thoughts. I took down my hood and hummed along to ‘when the sun hits’. Why wasn’t he saying anything? I wanted to surprise him with my adaptability, my ability to compliment and to laugh. The car pulled up at the petrol station and he swung his long limbs out to pour petrol into the car. I felt it flowing into the engine and giving me courage. The petrol station shone in artificial light like the bar in Nighthawks. I thought, “I will tell this to him and he will be impressed”. I got out of the car and propped my arms onto the roof with my hair falling down my back, I was shaking like a cat in fur. He looked at me and walked in the opposite direction.  I would have done anything for him.

When he came back to the car I compared our scene with the painting. He said he hadn’t seen it and that he thought art was ‘pretentious’. I pondered the word, which I have never liked. Then he smiled with his teeth, put his hand on my head and said:

“You shouldn’t attempt to understand things that aren’t useful’

I smiled back and the corners curled down. If I were a painting I would be wielding a weapon. As we started to drive again I felt a strange new feeling cloud my previous awe it was like disappointment with a backbone. Had I made him up inside my head? I wanted to watch his face say something that would inspire me in the same way the idea of him had so unfairly moved me. I stared at him, like I might look at the taxidermy dodo in Tring museum whose feathers were rotting and frowned. The lights in the road rolled away under us, cat eyes winking with a knowing nod. We were getting closer to my house, my favorite trees a canopy of lit up leaves and I was almost grateful. The music started to interest me, it’s floating shoe gaze words cut through the scene.  A wash of carefully selected notes played on instruments somebody looked at and loved. I came back to myself. We pulled up onto the curb. He looked over with questioning eyes and was different. I smiled and got out. The night seemed warmer now, my vision focused and my head clear and full of wonder.

Through the window in the kitchen I could see my mum, reading in the corner with her glasses on and wild hair tumbling around her face and felt all that awe settle on her in her simple solitude. I went to read with her and felt my heart get stronger.

Pairing: Eric x Reader

Prompt: Anything you can do, I can do better.

Contains: minor swearing, flirting, mild smut

Word count: 1014 words / 5333 characters

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Andrew’s Niece - Shawn Mendes

Originally posted by thugshawn

Word Count; 1591.

Warnings; none.

Summary; Andrew’s musical niece joins him on Shawn’s tour, and Shawn gets hit with the unexpected.

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The flash on the small iPhone camera went off, signaling that the picture was taken. Shawn let go of the blonde haired girl, giving her a warm smile and thanking her for coming. She smiled back, and walked away. Shawn gazed at the line of people that once felt as though it was never ending, but it had decreased, and there was only three people left.

Shawn loved his job dearly, and he especially loved meeting his fans, but he felt extremely tired. He was homesick, and found his slumber to be rocky, and occasionally full of interruptions. He wasn’t thrilled with they way he played his show that night, and no matter how many times someone told him he did amazing, he still knew that in himself, he could’ve done so much better.

After the final girls got their pictures with Shawn, he thanked them all for coming, and began helping the crew pack up the meet and greet set; it was really just a large banner with his name printed in large, capital letters on it, but he figured that his help would be appreciated. As Shawn walked around, feeling aimless, he heard the faint, small sound of crying from a girl. Genuinely concerned, he tried to pinpoint where the crying was coming from.

“By God, Y/N, please stop. This relationship ended over two months ago, I thought you were over him?” another female voice said, in a soft, yet slightly annoyed tone, presumably to the girl Shawn heard crying.

“I am!” the other girl - Y/N, he guessed - fired back, her voice shaky. “It still hurts, Liz! Have you ever been dumped for your best friend? You do realize that he lied to me twice? He broke up with me, telling me that he couldn’t handle a relationship, but he was really dumping me for my best friend, and she said yes!” Y/N broke down into tears, yet again.

“I know, Y/N,” Liz said, softly. “He’s an asshole for doing that. I know that you were always worried that he liked her, and he always told you he didn’t, and just when you were starting to believe him, he did this. I know it sucks, but he’s not worth this. You’re way too beautiful for this,” she said, hopefully. Y/N sniffled.

“C’mon, we’re out-of-state, with your uncle, on tour with a famous popstar. I know you don’t really listen to him, but his show was still great, right? You love music, maybe being away for a while, and being involved with music with help you,” Liz explained, trying to sound hopeful. “I heard he’s working on new music.”

It was true. Shawn was working on his third album with his managers, Andrew and Geoff. Suddenly, the thought of Andrew saying something about his musically involved niece joining his tour with her friend. Shawn remembered Andrew going up to him and explaining how talented she was, and how she could possibly help write his junior album. He slightly smiled to himself, since he was quite excited to meet her.

“Just give me a little bit, okay?” Y/N said softly. He heard a sigh, and he heard movement. It was then that he realized that he had been standing in front of a curtain, listening to the girls. The curtain began to move, and Shawn pretended as though he was passing by, and had just received a phone call. As the girl walked away, he looked up, and saw that she had waist-long, toffee brown hair, and she was about average height. He heard another sniffle, and the curtain moved again. This time, he decided that it was best if he went into his dressing room.


The sound of piano keys had rang through the backstage area. It was around 11:00 at night, and all of Shawn’s crew had left, and disappeared to the hotel rooms, probably all sleeping. Shawn, however, stayed behind.

Curiously, he wandered around, wondering who was playing so beautifully. When he marked out the noise from the stage, he remembered that his instruments were still on stage, and whoever was playing knew his music.

A beautiful, female voice floated in the air, and Shawn was mesmerized. He had never heard a more beautiful voice. He pushed the curtain, and saw a girl with long, chestnut brown hair sitting at the piano on stage, surrounded by his guitar, a bass, and a drumkit - Shawn was stayed at this venue for another night, so the crew didn’t pack up the instruments. She was wearing a pair of black, high-waist shorts, a white t-shirt, and white sandals. Her brown eyes looked a bit red, making Shawn wonder if she was Y/N, the girl who was crying.

Please have mercy on me, she sang out, making Shawn’s heart beat quickly. She is so beautiful, and her voice is absolutely perfect, Shawn confirmed to himself.

Take it easy on my heart,

Even though you don’t mean to hurt me,

You keep tearing me apart,

The words flowed off her lips superlatively. She ended the verse, and stopped playing, making Shawn’s heart drop.

“Don’t stop,” he said quietly, but loud enough for her to hear. He forgot that voices echo on an empty stage. She noticed him, and stood up, her bottom lip wedged in her teeth. Shawn began walked further out on stage.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I was just fooling around,” she said nervously. She’s even more beautiful up close, Shawn thought. “It was nothing, really, I’m not great at all,” she added.

“Are you kidding?” Shawn smiled. “That was amazing. You have some serious talent,” he felt a sense of relief when she relaxed. “I’m Shawn.”

“Y/N. You must be the famous Shawn that put on a killer show tonight,” she smiled, making Shawn’s heart beaten quicken. (He didn’t even realize that was possible. His heart was already beating so fast before that he thought it was going to burst.)

“I was awful tonight, I’m sorry you had to see that,” he muttered, still upset with himself. Y/N shook her head.

“I’ve seen more concerts than you think. You’re amazing, and you always will be, but I understand if you personally aren’t thrilled with they way you played. I’ve had my share of those,” she shrugged. Shawn sent her a grateful smile.

“I know this is kind of awkward, but aren’t you Andrew’s niece?” he asked. She nodded.

“Yeah, I am. I’m sorry we haven’t met before, I know I’m supposed to be helping you with your album, I just have had a lot of my mind,” she said. I waved her off.

“Not a problem,” Shawn smiled. “But we’re here now, and the time is our’s, and I have a lot on my mind as well,” he motioned to the instruments. “Care to join me, love?”

Y/N smiled brightly, and grabbed a small, black leather backpack that was nearby. “I was hoping you’d ask.”

They took their seats at the piano, and Y/N began showing him some piano lines, and lyrics that she had scribbled down, and he showed her some of his own. After about an hour and a half, they had morphed their ideas into a beautiful piece of music.

“I think this will forever be one of my favorites,” he smiled. “I think we’re pretty good together,” he looked at her, and saw the blush rise on her cheeks.

“This has been great, I haven’t felt this happy a about a month,” she smiled, tracing the strings on the bass guitar she was holding.

“I hate to sound like a creep, but I heard you crying earlier. I know how this might sound coming from another boy, but what he did was shitty, and I’m really sorry. You’re an amazing girl, and don’t deserve that.” Y/N gave him a grateful smile, and kissed his cheek.

“That really means a lot,” she murmured, putting down the bass, and sitting on the piano seat. Shawn gave her a small smile, but he noticed her start chewing her lip again, and her eyes looked sad.

“It just sucks, y’know?” her voice cracked. “I tried so hard with him, and he threw it all away. I treated him so well, because I was always making sure that I was doing everything right. All he did was merely use me, and throw me away, and the  my best friend,” she paused, wiping away a tear, and recollecting herself. “She just turned her back to me. After everything she had done for me, and everything she said to me, I thought she was my long lost sister,” she looked down at her hands, and began playing with a ring on her finger.

He felt a pang of guilt, and leaned down to her, pressing his knuckles into the piano bench, his face leveled with hers, their lips an inch apart. Her brown eyes met his, and he felt himself fall harder for her.

“There’s always someone who can treat you better,” he whispered to her softly. She smiled at him again, and Shawn felt as though there was someone behind him, pushing him closer to her. She slowly tilted her head, and he took this as his chance, pushing his lips to hers. She didn’t resist for a second, and kissed back gently, their lips moving in perfect sync. Once they broke apart, she looked into his eyes, and brushed her lips against his.

“I think I just met him,” she murmured to him, pressing her lips to his again.

She’s singing with Steven. This is a little embarassing for Peridot ‘cause she hates her voice when she sings. But she’s happy too. Peri’s making everything floating around her involuntarily except for musical instruments. And he thinks her voice is funny and he loves when she feels good about herself. He loves her movements not choreographed and the way to dance because she does not care anymore.
I love Stevidot.
(Sorry for my bad english)

anonymous asked:

can you write a bell imagine where y/n is playing piano in the dining hall and she keeps messing up so ppl make fun of her and bellamy stands up for her and just a lot of fluff ,, i love your imagines btw💗💗

A\N: omggg yes, love the idea xx 

Originally posted by howlyshit

You study the black and white keys of the piano, attempting to play a chord from your favourite song. The keys sound terrible and you scoff, laughing at yourself. The piano rumbles horribly as you play a combination of the wrong keys. Hearing a loud, obnoxious laughing from behind, you and Bell turn around to see Murphy whispering to his friends as he stares at you. 

“i didn’t know it was possible for you to sound worse than you look.” Murphy yells and his friends erupt into whistles and laughter. Looking down, Bellamy glares at them.

“Come over here and say it, I dare you.” Bellamys eyes are filled with anger and hate. Murphy rolls his eyes and looks away, “No? Then shut up.” Bellamy looks back at you, “I think you play wonderfully.” 

“I think you’re a liar.” You laugh, refusing to put your hands back on the instrument, “My mother used to play so well.” 

“Is that where you learned how to play?” He questions, sitting down next to you and you feel heat rush to your cheeks when his legs presses against yours.

“She taught me as much as she could before she was floated.” 

“It sounds beautiful. She must’ve been amazing.” Is all Bellamy replies. You’re slightly taken aback by this. Usually when you talk about your mother everyone’s sorry for your loss and proceed to tiptoe around you, but not Bellamy. Pity words won’t change the fact that your mother isn’t alive anymore and he knows this.

“She was.” You reply, smiling as you play the next few notes, “God, I’m terrible.” You whisper to yourself with a laugh as you press down lightly on the keys.

“Better than anything I can do.” He glances at you with a smile and you all but melt under his gaze, “Teach me.”

“So Murphy can take the piss?” You question sarcastically and he scoffs.

“Murphys pathetic now teach me how to play the piano.” Bellamy places his hands on it and you place your hands on top of his warm ones. You guide his hands over the c chord and then the g chord, playing the same tune before he begins to get the hang of it.

“You’re pretty good.” You compliment and he laughs. You give him a questioning look and he stops playing to hold your hand. Looking at him with wide eyes, he smiles bashfully.

“I have a secret,” He whispers with a laugh, “I know how to play piano, I just wanted to spend time with you.” 

Originally posted by welcometomyillusion

Happy Towel Day, fellow Hitchhiker’s Guide fans!

Sam Sweetmilk is, at its heart of gold, a love letter to H2G2. So here’s— 

The top 42 lines, in order of no-particular-order.

  • 1. There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened.
  • 2. Many were increasingly of the opinion that they’d all made a big mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place. And some said that even the trees had been a bad move, and that no one should ever have left the oceans.
  • 3. “My doctor says that I have a malformed public-duty gland and a natural deficiency in moral fibre,” Ford muttered to himself, “and that I am therefore excused from saving Universes.”
  • 4. The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t.
  • 5. “You know,” said Arthur, “it’s at times like this, when I’m trapped in a Vogon airlock with a man from Betelgeuse, and about to die of asphyxiation in deep space that I really wish I’d listened to what my mother told me when I was young.”
    “Why, what did she tell you?”
    “I don’t know, I didn’t listen.”
  • 6. “Space,” it says, “is big. Really big. You just won’t believe how vastly, hugely, mindbogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it’s a long way down the road to the chemist’s, but that’s just peanuts to space.”
  • 7. “Funny,” he intoned funereally, “how just when you think life can’t possibly get any worse it suddenly does.”
  • 8. Isn’t it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?
  • 9. A common mistake that people make when trying to design something completely foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools.
  • 10. Curiously enough, the only thing that went through the mind of the bowl of petunias as it fell was Oh no, not again. Many people have speculated that if we knew exactly why the bowl of petunias had thought that we would know a lot more about the nature of the Universe than we do now.
  • 11. The reason why it was published in the form of a micro sub meson electronic component is that if it were printed in normal book form, an interstellar hitchhiker would require several inconveniently large buildings to carry it around in.
  • 12. For instance, on the planet Earth, man had always assumed that he was more intelligent than dolphins because he had achieved so much — the wheel, New York, wars and so on — whilst all the dolphins had ever done was muck about in the water having a good time. But conversely, the dolphins had always believed that they were far more intelligent than man — for precisely the same reasons.
  • 13. The last ever dolphin message was misinterpreted as a surprisingly sophisticated attempt to do a double-backwards-somersault through a hoop whilst whistling the ‘Star Spangled Banner’, but in fact the message was this: So long and thanks for all the fish.
  • 14. The chances of finding out what’s really going on in the universe are so remote, the only thing to do is hang the sense of it and keep yourself occupied.
  • 15. “Listen, three eyes,” he said, “don’t you try to outweird me, I get stranger things than you free with my breakfast cereal.”
  • 16. “Forty-two,” said Deep Thought, with infinite majesty and calm.
  • 17. Not unnaturally, many elevators imbued with intelligence and precognition became terribly frustrated with the mindless business of going up and down, up and down, experimented briefly with the notion of going sideways, as a sort of existential protest, demanded participation in the decision-making process and finally took to squatting in basements sulking.
  • 18. The Total Perspective Vortex derives its picture of the whole Universe on the principle of extrapolated matter analyses.To explain — since every piece of matter in the Universe is in some way affected by every other piece of matter in the Universe, it is in theory possible to extrapolate the whole of creation — every sun, every planet, their orbits, their composition and their economic and social history from, say, one small piece of fairy cake. The man who invented the Total Perspective Vortex did so basically in order to annoy his wife.
  • 19. “Shee, you guys are so unhip it’s a wonder your bums don’t fall off.”
  • 20. It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination.
  • 21. The disadvantages involved in pulling lots of black sticky slime from out of the ground where it had been safely hidden out of harm’s way, turning it into tar to cover the land with, smoke to fill the air with and pouring the rest into the sea, all seemed to outweigh the advantages of being able to get more quickly from one place to another.
  • 22. Make it totally clear that this gun has a right end and a wrong end. Make it totally clear to anyone standing at the wrong end that things are going badly for them. If that means sticking all sort of spikes and prongs and blackened bits all over it then so be it. This is not a gun for hanging over the fireplace or sticking in the umbrella stand, it is a gun for going out and making people miserable with.
  • 23. It is a well known fact that those people who most want to rule people are, ipso facto, those least suited to do it. To summarize the summary: anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job.
  • 24. “Since we decided a few weeks ago to adopt the leaf as legal tender, we have, of course, all become immensely rich.”
  • 25. In the end, it was the Sunday afternoons he couldn’t cope with, and that terrible listlessness that starts to set in about 2:55, when you know you’ve taken all the baths that you can usefully take that day, that however hard you stare at any given paragraph in the newspaper you will never actually read it, or use the revolutionary new pruning technique it describes, and that as you stare at the clock the hands will move relentlessly on to four o’clock, and you will enter the long dark teatime of the soul.
  • 26. He gazed keenly into the distance and looked as if he would quite like the wind to blow his hair back dramatically at that point, but the wind was busy fooling around with some leaves a little way off.
  • 27. “He was staring at the instruments with the air of one who is trying to convert Fahrenheit to centigrade in his head while his house is burning down.”
  • 28. There is a moment in every dawn when light floats, there is the possibility of magic. Creation holds its breath.
  • 29. “You may not instantly see why I bring the subject up, but that is because my mind works so phenomenally fast, and I am at a rough estimate thirty billion times more intelligent than you. Let me give you an example. Think of a number, any number.”
    “Er, five,” said the mattress.
    “Wrong,” said Marvin. “You see?”
  • 30. There is an art, it says, or rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.
  • 31. It is a mistake to think you can solve any major problems just with potatoes.
  • 32. He hoped and prayed that there wasn’t an afterlife. Then he realized there was a contradiction involved here and merely hoped that there wasn’t an afterlife.
  • 33. Eskimos had over two hundred different words for snow, without which their conversation would probably have got very monotonous. So they would distinguish between thin snow and thick snow, light snow and heavy snow, sludgy snow, brittle snow, snow that came in flurries, snow that came in drifts, snow that came in on the bottom of your neighbor’s boots all over your nice clean igloo floor, the snows of winter, the snows of spring, the snows you remember from your childhood that were so much better than any of your modern snow, fine snow, feathery snow, hill snow, valley snow, snow that falls in the morning, snow that falls at night, snow that falls all of a sudden just when you were going out fishing, and snow that despite all your efforts to train them, the huskies have pissed on.
  • 34. The storm had now definitely abated, and what thunder there was now grumbled over more distant hills, like a man saying “And another thing…” twenty minutes after admitting he’s lost the argument.
  • 35. He was wrong to think he could now forget that the big, hard, oily, dirty, rainbow-hung Earth on which he lived was a microscopic dot on a microscopic dot lost in the unimaginable infinity of the Universe.
  • 36. “It seemed to me,” said Wonko the Sane, “that any civilization that had so far lost its head as to need to include a set of detailed instructions for use in a packet of toothpicks, was no longer a civilization in which I could live and stay sane.”
  • 37. “Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.”
  • 38. The last time anybody made a list of the top hundred character attributes of New Yorkers, common sense snuck in at number 79.
  • 39. Protect me from knowing what I don’t need to know. Protect me from even knowing that there are things to know that I don’t know. Protect me from knowing that I decided not to know about the things that I decided not to know about. Amen.
  • 40. All you really need to know for the moment is that the universe is a lot more complicated than you might think, even if you start from a position of thinking it’s pretty damn complicated in the first place.
  • 41. In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.
  • 42. Don’t Panic.
Neverland’s Mulan

- requested by these lovelies ^^

author’s note: is it okay if i become a multi-fandom imagines/ fanfiction account for like the maze runner, the flash, teen wolf, heroes reborn, merlin, etc? i have a few The Flash imagines i’m writing, so i figure: why not expand my horizons? anyways, sorry for boring the readers who actually read these author’s notes, enjoy. (sorry this is short)

+ Peter Pan- Once Upon A Time

Prompt | Request: “You’ve been a girl this whole time and hid behind this Lost Boy facade? More importantly, you saw us naked!”

Back at that pitiful, joke of a foster home, was the thing that would make me rather be six feet under. My foster Mum and Dad despised of all of us and used us as slaves. They’d strike us with their umbrellas, stomp on our hands under the the crunch of our bones mixed in with our painful cries drowned out under their cackling and stomping.

I had to leave, no matter what stake.

Every week, one or two kids would disappear from the foster home. I just hope wherever they end up is better. There were rumors floating around the village about this Piper who would recruit children to join his band.

But I cannot play an instrument. I mean, he tumors didn’t specify, but I assume the term ‘band’ also comes with being musically talented or decent.

And it was only rumored that boys get to join the band and go off to this 'make-believe’ wonderful island with mermaids and fairies. Folks here in my village don’t exactly believe in all those things, but I do.

Foster Mum and Dad– or Madam and Sir– don’t believe like I do.

That is why I left. I hated them. I was a coward and left, I rallied up the rest of the foster kids. I dressed up the girls and hid their hair behind caps and gave them boy names and did the same for myself.

It’s been a year on Neverland and we’re all still fairly new at things. I mean, every month now, instead of every week, our leader brings in more Lost Boys. And along with our monthly arrivals, is the day I dread most for my secret Lost girls and I.

Showering Day. It happens only once a month. Quite unsanitary, but I mean, these boys are quite careless and reckless. They don’t see showering as a necessity.

And sadly, showering day is today

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“One of the things I always tell everyone about Hysteria is that when Steve and I listened to the final mix in Holland we listened to the whole album in silence. We were blown away by what Mutt had done. I can honestly say that if it had never sold a single copy that wouldn’t have mattered as we had achieved what I believe to be out creative and artistic zenith. Obviously this was Mutt’s plan. It was much bigger than we thought it was. When we heard the finished product all of the hours and tireless experiments melted away to wonder. Recording Hysteria allowed Steve and I to finally fulfill our ‘guitar orchestra’ dream that we had been planning and talking about for years. Mutt pushed and even gave those dreams deeper dimension.
The album was not genre specific like a ‘rock album as it crossed over into many genres of music. It also appealed to multi-dimensional audiences and demographics without losing any of its rock edge.
The focus of the album was on the songs and production enhancement of those songs. The instruments became secondary as they were just a tool to fulfill the vision. There are so many guitars and vocals but nothing gratuitous. The genius of Mutt is if it’s not enhancing then it’s taking away. With so many ideas floating around we ended up enhancing like crazy always with the two key elements in mind, rhythm and melody. Sonically this album sounded different to anything that had come before it but would go on to inspire a whole generation. There was enough ear candy in the overdubs to keep people interested 26 years later. All that added up to making 'Star Wars for the ears.’
While rehearsing for 'Viva Hysteria 2013’ in Las Vegas it really hit home how much magic we had actually injected into the album.”

-Phil Collen

ive been thinking more why i dont like raymond’s lemonfic (other than the pacing and easy difficulty) is the worlds are so… boring. to me, theres nothing more boring than medieval/fantasy europe and thats all it is mostly? the first two worlds are medieval fantasy, but one’s in a forest with castles and ones with a swamp and the castles float around.. 

next world is Day of the Dead/food themed. we’ve had food themed stuff before but thats ok. then 20k lums which is a pretty cool aesthetic but pretty earthlike.. still cool tho

and then guess what :) ancient greece :) boy oh boy That Variety

so we have 3.5 earthly locations. 4/5 if you DO count 20k lums. vs origins that had a lot more variety? 

the jungle is earthlike but i love it and rayman traditionally DOES take place in the jungle so it gets a pass. desert w instruments! food world that’s part ice world part fire world!! water level. mountain level but it has some steampunk elements. steampunk level in the sky! underworld/zombie level!

so 3/7 for the more realistic landscape vs fantasy lanscape ratio

which to me is a good thing. its something *i* like and varied locations are the same reason why i like r3 over r2. they could definitely make more realistic themes work if the eNTIRE GAME WASN’T SET IN MEDIEVAL TIMES aka THE MOST BORING AND OVERUSED THING EVER 

Cuddles Long Overdue

Hiii I love your one shots :) Could you write one where cedric likes y/n (she’s in ravenclaw and she’s a bit shy) and she’s the only one who’s oblivious to his liking to her. she’s been pushing him away because she’s worried for him since he became champion. but he like tries to be with her as much as he can like walk her to class etc, and he ends up asking her to the yule ball and admitting his feelings, and she ends up admitting hers too? Sorry if it’s too specific haha xx

  • Warnings: none
  • y/f/n = your friend’s name
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I stopped in the middle of the empty hallway, trying to catch my breath and remember what had happened. 

All I could remember from dinner tonight was sitting with Cedric, my friend, at the table, waiting for the Goblet of Fire to choose our champion. I remember hoping that Cedric wouldn’t get chosen, because even though the teachers said that everything would be fine, we were going into dangerous times and anything could happen. 

I remember suddenly getting very cold as Dumbledore read out Cedric’s name from the little slip of paper that the Goblet spit out, dropping my fork onto the table, and running out of the hall. 

I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes, tears threatening to drip from my eyes. Out of all the 17-year olds who put their name in the goblet, why did Cedric have to get picked?


Cedric suddenly appeared out of the corner of my eye and I straightened up, wiping at my eyes to make sure that no stray tears were still on my face. 

“Hey, Cedric!” 

“Y/n, what are you doing out here?” 

I forced a smile onto my face and beamed up at him. He looked worried, his facial expression started up the butterflies that just refused to leave from my stomach.

“My… my stomach just hurt a little and I thought I’d go lay down on my bed.” Lies stumbled out from me, and I cringed. I had never lied to Cedric, and it hurt to start. 

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headcanon that Akiteru is average at everything he does

and by everything I mean EVERYTHING

schoolwork - he never had a failing grade. like, he’s not super smart or anything but if you give him a complex equation he can solve it partially. he can’t speak another language fluently but he gets the basics and can answer simple questions and say simple phrases and sentences. he can memorize dates of historic importance but he can’t fully remember what happened, just snippets like yeah he knows how long each period in Japanese history lasted but he can’t distinguish which event happened when. he’s smart enough to get into AP classes but not so much as to take honors at graduation

he does a jump float serve? well, it’s not at a high level but he can do an effective one. a jump serve? it’s not gonna dent the floor or anything but it gets in every time. a personal time difference attack? it’s not flawless but it gets the job done and tricks his opponents. setting? well, sure but don’t expect some genius level setting (he was not good enough to be a first string but he can be an average all around player.)

and he pretty much can play any sport or musical instrument but only at a passable level. he can also try and do anything like, say, fix gadgets or cooking or dancing or drawing. so he’s pretty popular with people in high school and even college because in addition to being able to literally do anything, he’s also very kind and will give a helping hand if asked what a fucking sweetheart



Kei doesn’t notice this right away (he did spend quite some time ignoring Akiteru) but when he did the realization hit him hard like??? woah, wtf my brother can literally do anything that’s so fucking amazing wtf. and it doesn’t happen right away but his admiration for Akiteru slowly comes back full force like when he was a kid and Akiteru is everything and–yeah, my brother really is the coolest. ;A; 

Spectrum Ch 13

Chapter Index: [ 1 ] -  [ 2 ] - [ 3 ] - [ 4 ] - [ 5 ] - [ 6 ] - [ 7 ] - [ 8 ] - [ 9 ] - [ 10 ] - [ 11 ] - [ 12 ]

This chapter went from 7k, down to 4.5k, back up to 7k, and I’m not sure where it’s at, now. But hopefully it’s comprehensible.

Chapter 13! In which Sans’ past is a little eye-opening, Frisk is downtrodden, and Papyrus is falling over a lot.

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terezisexbuttpyrope  asked:

Voltron crew and free time? Like what do they do in their leisure time. (Paladins+Allura and Coran)

Okay, so the Paladins don’t have that much free time so whenever they do they all treasure it like gold.

-Lance listens to music and when he asks Allura if she has any instruments in the Castle and she gives him an instrument similar to guitar he begins composing. A lot of his songs are very personal, so he doesn’t share many, but the other people in the Castle hear him singing often and they love his voice.

-Keith likes to train more, but with different weapons than he is used to. He’s tried now and arrows, and throwing knives even javelins. Basically any type of weapon. But he secretly really likes swimming and like to float around in a pool inside the castle.

-Pidge is constantly making improvements to her robots and her gadgets, it calms her down and is relaxing. She also figured out a way to charge her laptop that she always carries with her and plays the games she downloaded on her laptop. There is no internet connectivity, but not all games require wifi. She is even coding some of her own.

-Hunk likes to create new recipes for better food and work on the ships in the hangar. Pidge and him work together a lot on modifying different shops, because they are both skilled mechanics. They are both pretty close.

-Shiro likes to draw and paint. He is right handed, and when he began trying to draw again he didn’t trust his protest if hand to be able to draw directly, but it worked just as well as his left hand, he just hand to be careful with the pressure. One time he asked Allura to pose for him, and he painted a portrait for her. He told her it was a present for getting him the art supplies.

-Allura like to genetically engineer plants. It sounds like a bit of a weird hobby, but she is trying to recreate Altean flowers. She is close to reaching her goal.

-Coran like to work on the ship and watch movies. He’s one of those people that loves movies in other languages so he turns off the translation circuit and reads the subtitles.

Secret passages + Remus Lupin

Summary: You find yourself a secret passageway where Remus (using a special map) has located you and tracks you down. Together you follow it all the way to Hogsmeade and proceed to have a very cute day together.
Warnings: None

You restrained yourself from pulling out your hair before slamming your book shut. Unfortunately, Madam Irma Pince walked past and vigorously shushed you before strutting on. You took this as your cue to leave. 

Struggling, you tried to keep all four of your books balanced but somehow scuffed a jutting tile on the floor. The books flew from you, skirting from you towards the wall ahead. You prayed Madam Pince wouldn’t find you again, she might pull your ear off all the way to the first floor. 

You scrambled to recover all of your things when you glanced up the wall and noticed something…odd. Your face scrunched in confusion. Hanging on the wall was a mirror, which wasn’t odd at all. What was odd was that there was a small sliver of wind blowing towards you from behind the mirror. 

A secret passageway? You’ve heard some rumors floating through Hogwarts that this was why the famous Marauders almost never caught got by the teachers: because they knew every shortcut they could take to the perfect alibi.

After a swift glance, you couldn’t hide a grin as you realized no one had seen you.

You somehow had enough awareness to grab your books and clutch them to your chest as you plunged foot first into the dark pathway. Carefully you pulled the mirror shut. To your wand, you whispered a quick “Lumos” and let the excitement push you forward. 

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Fic: Graven Images (Cassandra, ensemble)

I will tell you right now that this fic is pure silliness written to cheer myself up. It features my personal theory that “Dawn of the Seeker” is less a literal retelling of the Hero of Orlais’ story and more a romanticized retelling… which led me to speculate on how many other romanticized retellings of that story are floating around. Probably a lot–I have to assume that “the one time the Seeker saved the Divine from a dragon” is a pretty famous and popular story. So I wanted to play with that, and how Cassandra would respond to them. (Spoiler alert: not well.)

This is a Pentilyet-verse story, but it’s not ship fic; it focuses primarily on friendships. There’s also a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it reference to Alistair/Warden.

Thanks to servantofclio, probablylostrightnow, and frandayam, who were instrumental in the inspiration of this.

Cassandra is famous. She is also not fond of this fact.

Graven Images

The Inquisitor has a particular fascination with little shops, and while traveling will stop the group to explore even the least-promising-looking carts and secondhand stores. Cassandra would call this an abominable waste of time–she has never had much patience for shopping–except that the Inquisitor also has an astonishing talent for finding a rare rune or satchel of some much-needed ingredient in the back of those shops.

(Also, although she is unwilling to admit it, she herself enjoys digging through the inevitable stacks of yellowing secondhand books. There is usually nothing of interest, but sometimes….)

She is carefully checking through a stack of adventure serials, looking for an elusive chapter that she is missing from her collection, when she hears Vivienne say, “Ah, Inquisitor, here is something that may interest you! A historical piece, if you will.”

“Hm?” the Inquisitor says, and then, “Oh! Oh my, that is interesting.”

Cassandra vaguely wonders what they’ve found but not enough to leave off her search for “The River Dane Expedition.”

“Isn’t it? This sort of thing was quite popular, oh, some eighteen to twenty years ago. They were all over–paintings, woodcuts, popular printings, even a few fictionalized retellings with illustrations.”

“I suppose I can see why. My goodness. It’s not–it can’t possibly be accurate, can it?”

“The dragons are, or so I am told. I was of course in the Tower at the time, so I have no firsthand knowledge.”

“But surely not the armor…?” the Inquisitor asks, and that is enough to make all the vague clues gathering in Cassandra’s head come together into a sudden clanging alarm, and she leaves off her search and heads into the back room.

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Random Malec AUs because I’m board
  • Alec is a cop living in New York. Magnus moves in across from him one day and they hit it off and go on a couple dates, but Magnus is evasive whenever Alec asks what he does. Then one night Alec gets a call-out to a domestic assault in progress called in by an anonymous tipster. He shows up to the shabby apartment building and knocks on the door but gets no response so he decides to try the neighbor’s apartment. A very disgruntled Magnus opens the door in nothing but skimpy lingerie and a silk robe while grumbling that he’s busy working and isn’t getting paid enough to answer people pounding on the doors of his clients apartments. Neither Magnus nor Alec is prepared to see the other one standing there once the door opens.
  • Magnus and Alec have been dating for about six months ever since they met on Alec’s first day of college. Everything is going great until Alec gets deployed to the Middle East because his father forced him to join the military. They keep in touch all through his deployment until a week before Alec is meant to ship home when his unit gets sent to a remote location to clear out some insurgents. While trying to rescue some children Alec is captured and held for a few weeks before managing to escape with the kids. However during the escape he is seriously injured and ends up in a coma for several months. 
  • Alec gets separated from Jace during a hunt one day and afterwards he can’t be found even with tracking spells and no one is quite sure why. A week later the Parabati connection breaks so everyone thinks Alec is dead. They mourn him and try to move on. Ten years later Magnus is driving through a remote part of California when he’s pulled over for speeding. The cop comes up to his window and asks for insurance and ID, and as Magnus hands them over he realize with a start that it isn’t just a cop, it’s Alec. Magnus gets out of the car and is freaking out a bit and Alec is incredibly confused and eventually Magnus realizes that Alec doesn’t know who Magnus is, or even who he himself is. 

I’ll probably never have a chance to write fics for these, but they’re still some of my favorite Malec AUs I’ve had floating around in my head over the years. If anyone else wants to do something with them have at it, just let me know so I can read it!

anonymous asked:

do you admins have any personal headcanons for your own house?

I know that this isn’t one I came up with personally, but the giant bookshelf in the Ravenclaw common room is my favorite for sure. Basically the wall in the the common room is lined from floor to ceiling with books because the tradition is that every graduating Ravenclaw leaves behind their favorite book, and there are books anywhere from Shel Silverstein to Charles Dickens and plays and screenwrites and scrolls and it’s just beautiful. And then there have been add ons to the headcannon with people saying that hover charms have been put on some books to just float around the bookshelves because there’s no more room. Or that book storage areas have been incorporated everywhere in the room.

I also have a lot of personal headcannons about the common room. GIANT windows looking out on the grounds, with morning light pooling in. I like to think that there are sunrise yoga sessions there and that members from other houses are invited as well. I like to think that there are reading benches at every window and musical instruments all over the place (specifically a piano in the corner that some who can’t sleep like to softly play in the middle of the night with the sound of a crackling fire and moonlight streaming in. And there are papers EVERYWHERE, assignments half done and just kind of left out on the table in front of the fire place. There are maps and postcards and knick knacks hanging all over the walls and little fairy lights around the stairway banisters and a secret door that leads to the roof of the tower where those who know about it watch the sunset sometimes or sit out to sort through their thoughts. Yeeeeeaaaaahhhh I’ve got a lot of thoughts about this.

-Caitlin (Ravenclaw)