this musical is one of the most beautiful always


OK! Let’s dive in

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Ask anyone and they will tell you “Jimin always loved Jungkook”

Originally posted by yoonmin

Some said “Jungkook hated it”

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Wiser ones replied  “He adored Jimin even back then. He was just too young to know …

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how to respond 

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Or how to grab a hand

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before the tables turn and he becomes the one begging for it”

Originally posted by mimibtsghost

Jungkook’s body kept pushing Jimin away, yet his expressions said otherwise

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Jk thought no one saw his hidden smirks

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Or  stolen glances

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I mean you don’t need much to see that his indifferent attitude

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Took a 180° turn 

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Little by little … 

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Things really did change

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Who teases who now

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Who can’t get enough of the other now?

Originally posted by jeonasskook

It “used to be” a very innocent relationship between these two

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They used to just play together

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Until Jungkook realized that looking wasn’t enough

Originally posted by jikookruinslives

And that Jimin is VERY sexy

Originally posted by apgujeon

So he will touch his chest

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Again and again

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Lift him

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Tie him up

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Lift him up again and slap his butt

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Seriously Jungkook do you like him that much?

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BTW This will look to many just as a physical attraction

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It is! 

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It really is  …

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BUT It goes beyond that

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No matter the place, be it an interview

Originally posted by tanktoptiger

A fan meeting

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A music video

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The back of a truck

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While shooting for a show

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They will always find one another

Originally posted by gong-yoo

So how did Jimin manage to change the rules besides him being the cutest most sexy perfect human being… Stop it Mimi. Focus!

Originally posted by jikookdetails

Jimin is an expert at making you adore him. He will be gentle at times

Originally posted by yoongishappiness

Surprise you at others

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With only one word he can make your heart skip a beat

Originally posted by sugutie

And that really gets JK off guards (poor bunny)

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From the very first day Chimchim just wanted to make beautiful memories with Jungkook-ah

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That’s why most of his selfies have Jk in them

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And swoon Jeon do not mind

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He just wanna hug him too

Originally posted by jikookized

feed him from his spoon

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Sing and …

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dance with him

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while having fun all the way

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We love their height difference

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Their not so secrets moments

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Their push & pull

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The way they make one another laugh

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The way they share a moment

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The way they still play like the old days

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The way their roles changed

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The way they make a simple heading to the airport a love series

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The way Jeonlous happens whenever someone gets closer to Chimchim

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The way they make you question if they are actually real

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But then you tell yourself maybe you saw it wrong after you turn quite obsessed

Originally posted by jikookized

But then you just end up finding more proof they might actually be

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Netherless by then jikook will already have slided into your life

Originally posted by ofhairandthighs

And it doesn’t change if they are close friends/brothers or even lovers because no matter what …

Originally posted by jiminizedx

All in ALL everything about it is goals !!

Originally posted by jikookized

So how do you like them now?

Originally posted by tanktoptiger

With hearts and kisses I finish this post again, wishing it made you smile for a moment <3

Originally posted by ultranicolet

I love these two sooooo much, wishing I shared some of my adoration for them with you and hoping you liked it^^
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By @mimibtsghost

that scene in httyd where toothless draws on the ground with a log and hiccup has to dance around the lines and there’s this really beautiful and spirited music playing and it ends with hiccup in front of toothless and he’s holding out his hand and looking away and toothless touches his snout to hiccup’s hand like. that scene always gets me and idk why but it’s honestly one of the most memorable and fucking beautiful moments in cinematic history.

Taurus the ~Creator~

Taurus ~The Most Beautiful One~ 
the gumnut baby wrapped in the warmth of an acorn hat, Taurus is the seed that facilitates the blooming of colours, flowers, symphonies, and senses 

the Earth nurtures her and yet she is Mother Earth and Child in one exquisite ensemble, the wild child of the daisies who follows the laws of nature - sleeping when she does and waking in season’s time, and the Mother who contains the essence of soul in her creative forces 

she plays music with everything, just as her god Vulcan thread harps for the angels, she is always making invisible offerings to the Gods through her creativity and artistry, it’s like a ceremony 

7 kisses;

member- yoongi

genre- fluff, smidge of angst, lovey-dovey

words- 1, 818

summary- kisses are a way of showing love, and you and yoongi know that best

a/n- HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HEART, MIN YOONGI. i love him so much :’) it’s also @bangtanshopex‘s (aka tina!) birthday!! go wish her a happy bday ❤ this scenario is also based off of ed sheeran’s song kiss me.  i love ed sheeran, definitely check him out if you haven’t!! his new album is amazing!

Originally posted by sugagifs

settle down with me, cover me up, cuddle me in 

The night was cool, with the chirping of crickets echoing throughout the room. A gentle breeze flowed through your bedroom window, causing you to shiver slightly as you pulled your comforter closer to your chest.

“You’re too far away,” Yoongi mumbled against his pillow. You felt his cold fingers grab hold of your wrist as he whined. “Come closer.”

With a grin, you rolled over and fit yourself against Yoongi’s body. Warmth immediately encompassed you and you sighed happily. His arm instantly found purchase wrapped around your waist, his hand resting on the small of your back lightly. He hummed in content as he breathed in your scent.

“Did you miss me?” you whispered. Days when your boyfriend was away were always hard, but you cherished the ones when he came back.

He gently dragged his nose across yours, giving you a sweet Eskimo kiss. “Always, my dear.”

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i know y'all have been gunning for a tfc tv show but I’m about to make all ur dreams come true…….. All For the Game: The Musical

  • holy shit.. i know
  • a 3-act musical for each book… it would be long as hell (at least 3 hours), but it would be Worth It
  • show opens with the song “Running”, neil is introduced
  • the exposition is laid quickly followed by the upbeat track “Meet the Monsters”
  • “Better Luck Next Time” -andrew n neils first duet
  • they’re are a Lot of andreil duets; some of everyone’s favs are “You’re a Fox”, “Upping the Percentage”, “I’d Go Back For You”, “Oh, Neil”, “You Liar!”, and “Yes or No?”
  • actually this musical is just half sexually charged duets, half exy games
  • not that anyone is complaining
  • also the training song sequence
  • eden twilight’s music is sultry and sexy and the lighting is low
  • ‘I’m fine” “I’m fine reprise” “I’m (not) fine” (to the tune of i’m fine)
  • “I can be calm” “Ok That Time Didn’t Work Lets Try This Again” “Well Fuck That Noise (Riko I Hate You)” all neil solos…. all fantastic
  • all of neil’s clapbacks ……. rapped
  • speaking of that…..andrew and allison? they rap battle
  • renee has the most beautiful solo…. she’s so talented
  • riko thankfully only gets one song in the entire musical, titled ‘The Raven King’ but it gets interrupted about five lines in bc Neil starts singing over him
  • “I do what I want” - andrew minyard’s first solo but the choreography is the exact same from bet on it in hsm 2
  • Kevin always, ALWAYS breaking the fourth wall and monologuing how much he hates his team to the audience
  • the guy who plays Kevin is a fan favorite, arguably his acting is the best and his song “Never Been Skiing” sold like crazy
  • when shit starts to get sadder……songs start to get sadder
  • the song “Nathaniel” left everyone in the audience in tears… holy shit don’t forget the scene in act 2 
  • and the other scene in act 2…..fuck
  • there’s lots of crying.. like any good musical
  • but also its funny.. like nicky has some really comedic lines and his song (“I just want a gay friend”) is fantastic…
  • its so uplifting too!!!”
  • u can’t tell me that they didnt somehow fit the music to no scrubs by tlc, zero to hero from the hercules soundtrack, and wannabe by the spice girls in this production
  • this show gains a cult following
  • tony’s are won……. shitty high school productions are put on….. its truly amazing

add to this if you want!!! credit also to @skysap for giving me ideas!!!

Takatsugu Muramatsu

I bought the soundtrack for Studio Ghibli’s latest film, When Marnie Was There, in anticipation of its western release next month, and I have to say that it’s absolutely stunning. Muramatsu’s score is heartwarming, nostalgic, emotionally affecting, and lushly orchestrated; it’s the most beautiful listening experience I’ve had in some time. Studio Ghibli films always have lovely scores, but this one is so particularly soulful and enchanting that I feel compelled to share a bit of it with Tumblr. If you like what you hear, please buy this score! It’s available on the iTunes store and it’s an ethereal listening experience.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any Faberry or Bechloe fic recs? You write amazing fanfiction, so I imagine you probably also have good taste in them :D

aw thank you so much! as luck would have it… I do have fic recs for both of those ships! And, well, of course I think of myself as having good taste in fics ;)

I have made a few faberry fic recs in the past, and unfortunately, I haven’t found many more fics with them since then? Granted, I haven’t been as much in a faberry-heavy mood for a few months, so… yeah the fic rec lists are the same. You can find them  here and here.

As for bechloe… okay, well the majority of my favorite Bechloe fics are shorter stories/oneshots (which i believe is the majority of stories i’ve really seen) but granted, I haven’t gone through this entire fandom and scoured for fics like i have for faberry. 

Okay, so without farther adieu:

Bechloe Fic Recs

By Redlance

Experimentation - So, about that one little regret… (aka canon divergent from the second movie and Chloe’s tent confession also known as the slowest burn to ever burn)

this is like the classic quintessential bechloe fic, let’s be real. i’m sure you’ve already read it, but… the hands down best bechloe fic i’ve ever seen.

Exception - Chloe is Beca’s exception to most of the rules she’s set herself in life. Which isn’t anywhere near as difficult for Beca to accept as it should be.

Sure Would Be Prettier - There’s an entire world out there for Beca to see, and she does. It’s filled with beauty and music and wonder, and it’s all pretty breath-taking. But there’s always something missing.

By wherehopelies -

You Still Make Sense to Me (Your Mess Is Mine) - “Chloe fills up all of the spaces inside her that she didn’t even know existed until Chloe was there.“orrrrr the one where it takes a fake-engagement and being domestic as hell for these two idiots to realize they’re in love. Set two years after PP2 and mostly canon compliant. Title taken from Vance Joy’s "Mess is Mine”

By Care -

The Sexual Implications of Teleportation - The first time is a complete freak accident.

eliminate the distance between us - Senior year isn’t really going the way Beca thought it would.A Pitch Perfect 2 AU.

You Know Her Breath Will Catch And How Her Fingers Curl - If someone had asked Beca at the end of her freshman year whose idea it would be to do a Bellas reunion tour, she would have sworn up and down that it would be Aubrey’s.

By gilligankane -

reality is a sliding door - There is a theory: every person has a moment in their life where they make a choice to go left or right. From those possibilities, two parallel lines form, running alongside each other; two concurrent realities. Parallel lines never cross; they run forever next to each other without ever meeting.In one world, Beca Mitchell joins the Barden Bellas.In another world, she wasn’t supposed to.In every world, Beca Mitchell underestimates Chloe Beale.

when gravity’s pulling (you’re still holding my heart) - Beca isn’t sure how she got here.Well, she knows how she got here, in this house, with these girls. She knows all about the real estate process too. But she isn’t sure how she got here: Laying on her bed with her laptop in her lap and her legs bent at the knee, feet flat so Chloe can paint her toenails while she goes over the Bellas history with Legacy and answer every question about the Beca-and-Chloe (fake) dating thing.It’s this part of her life she isn’t so sure about.

Song Beneath the Song - Chloe has always followed the music, because music has given her the best, most important things in her life.  It’s never led her astray. Sometimes, though, she wishes it’d give her a little bit of warning about the roller coaster she’s in for.

By sexonastick -

The Party’s Crashing Us - Beca has never been big into high school activities, but sometimes desperate people do desperate things. Like show up for marching band and get stalked by the creepy redheaded cheerleader who won’t leave you alone.

Bulletproof Use of Bullet Points - Nobody values friendship more than Aubrey Posen. (Even her best friend, Chloe, can really only be said to consider friendship equally as important as Aubrey does.) The point is: it matters.But Beca Mitchell might just be the most annoying person at Barden University. (Important note: she most definitely is.) Tolerating smug shitheads for the sake of someone else is surely the True Meaning of friendship.

By eliseboobman -

One touch and I was a believer (every kiss it gets a little sweeter) - “I wonder how many there are.” Chloe says, pointing up with her finger. She starts to count, moving her finger every time she does, and Beca smiles as she watches her. It’s impossible to count every star in the sky, but obviously Chloe tries. It’s such a Chloe thing to do.

You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece - Beca is in love with Chloe. Chloe is in love with Stacie. Stacie is in love with Aubrey. Everything is messed up. (The unrequited love AU that nobody asked for.)

By obstinate_questionings -

This World Is Gonna Burn (Baby You Should Stick Around) - Beca really should have let Chloe know how much she hated ghost stories.[Halloween fic.]

By shitqueen -

Silhouettes -  It’s quite worrisome, how happy-go-lucky, doesn’t know the meaning of boundaries, across-neighbour Chloe Beale doesn’t bother her.  She doesn’t dwell on it though, she just continues on with life and focuses on what’s in front of her. Like, giving Jesse his Chinese food and pushing his legs off her sofa.(or: beca thinks everything is perfect, then chloe moves in across from her. being domestic as hell and secretly in love with each other for two years  come after.)

oh the habits of my heart - Listen, Beca’s not gay.She’s, like, only mildly attracted to German blondes. And, like, half-ish attracted to weirdo redheads with no knowledge on boundaries and how to respect them. So, yeah. Beca’s not gay.

By novel_concept26 -

Storytellers and Legends - Dr. Mitchell has the habit of kicking off his classes with personal stories: stories about a girl so outrageous, she couldn’t possibly be real. At least, that’s what Chloe always told herself. 

(Accidentally) Taking Aim - For Kay’s prompt: “At Barden, the acapella groups are naturally drawn to understanding the world through music. It’s the language they speak, from toners to aca-children, but most of all in the harmonies they make with their mouths. So is it really any wonder that Chloe is falling so hard when Beca is wooing her with her music, even if it’s completely by accident?”

Secrecy - Chloe and Aubrey are best friends; always have been, always will be. Which is what makes this whole thing so weird. Because, see, best friends don’t keep secrets from each other. Most of the time.

Some Kind of Home - Home is where the heart is; Chloe is just better at following hers than most people. Not that Beca gets that at all.

By reliquiaen -

I Am Not Worthy (Not Worthy of This) - Prompt: “I found your tumblr but you don’t know and urg now you’re posting about your crush on this cute person oh wait is that me.”  Got waaaay out of hand.

Jesse’s Girl - “It’s an inner monologue of curses and other assorted expletives coupled with self-derogatory slurs that’s been skipping scratchily through her head for the past ten minutes.” - AU

By lismicro -

this love ain’t enough to leave you - On a one-way trip to Los Angeles, aspiring DJ Beca Mitchell doesn’t expect her world to change. Enter Chloe Beale, photographer and journalist, who doesn’t know how to make hers stand still.

By mooosicaldreamz -

mix the bourgeoisie and the rebel (we got the gift of melody) - Beca is an up and coming producer, Chloe Beale is pop’s newest princess. This is the story of how they fall in love.

By echo_wolf -

Something You Want, Something You Need - Beca Mitchell’s not really sure how, but a copper-haired Cocker Spaniel (who walked into her bathroom while she was singing in the shower) managed to change her life and give her Chloe Beale.  Or the story of how DJ-just-moved-in-down-the-hall Beca and  travelling-private-music-instructor Chloe succeed to be disgustingly domestic with a dog and 5000 miles distance.

By galpalkru -

Don’t You (Forget About Me) - If you drunkenly sleep with your best friend, you’re both just supposed to pretend that you don’t remember, right? Even if you know that she knows that you know that she knows. Yeah.Or the one where Beca and Chloe sleep together and refuse to be the first to admit that they both remember everything.

By lamachine -

embrace the weirdness -  She was working for a sex line. Chloe was a phone sex operator.  Okay. That one, Beca needed time to process.

By theamberissubtle -

Aca-awkward - Chloe gets caught sexting in class by a lecturer who also happens to be the unsuspecting father of her girlfriend.

By chloebeale -

All Apologies - Beca can’t believe it when her gorgeous redheaded neighbor shows up on her doorstep. When she starts crying, admitting that she’s run over what she thinks is Beca’s cat, she doesn’t have the heart to tell her that the feline belongs to the old man next door. And when Chloe locks her keys in her car, she can’t help but invite her in. But even Beca doesn’t expect what happens next.

I’ll stop there for now… I hope you enjoy!

We love you SZA

SZA went from being an artist I never cared for, despite her affiliation with artists I did (e.g: Kendrick Lamar, Jay Rock, SchoolBoyQ and Rihanna) … to one of my current favourites in a matter of one album. I saw her at Afropunk London last year but didn’t appreciate the essence of her presence … because I wasn’t a huge fan. 

I’d always watched her interviews, even though I found her music boring, because I found her energy so beautiful. This time around, her interview on The Breakfast Club was the best at getting me excited for the album. Charlamagne obviously listened to the album (properly) and asked all the right questions. She broke down the stories behind (most of) the track, from fucking her man’s friends to her insecurities, to being a sidechick. She confessed that this album is the first time she’d spoken about her past relationships (and feelings in general) so explicitly. And it’s so obvious to me. I always found she spoke in parables and would get to the end of a song feeling so underwhelmed and a bit … lost: 

That’s when I realised … SZA is me. I am the queen of parables. I just expect people to understand everything that is so crystal clear in my mind. 

She also spoke about how much she’d “grown” which, again, was so evident to me. Shit … even her melodies are a lot more sophisticated and refined than they used to be. She’s no longer drowning behind instrumentals and using music as a platform to lazily lay her feelings down. The songs on this album have structure and stand out from each other. That’s what I need. 

“Go Gina” is one my faves. The chorus is so sexy in its simplicity. It’s repetitive but not monotonous. I feel like Gina. “Mind my business…”

“Weekend” is another of my faves. She epitomises the beauty of being a weekend lover, addressed to her lover’s “other girl”. Melodies here? Beautiful. Digest the phrases below, found throughout the song, pls:

  • “You say you got a girl. How you want me?” 
  • “Knowing it’s selfish. Knowing I’m desperate”. 
  • “Is you coming home. Is you out with her? I don’t care, as long as you’re here by 10:30”. 
  • “My man is my man is your man. That’s her man”. 
  • “I just keep him satisfied through the weekend. Make him lose his mind every weekend.” 
  • “You take Wednesday, Thursday and just send him my way. Think I’ve got it covered for the weekend”. 
  • “I just keep him satisfied through the weekend” 

“Doves in Wind” - the pussy song. 

Again, she begins a song with a seductive bassline. 

When I first heard Kendrick’s verse, I thought “he really wasn’t needed here”. But after a few listens, I realised a needed a man to verify how powerful pussy is. Women are not making this up. Your twitter timeline is not lying. You cheating uncle is not lying. Kendrick Lamar is not lying. 

Minor detail: I enjoyed his pitch on this track. That’s not his natural pitch. (He almost sounds like Anderson .Paak in some instances, which is besides the point). Now this might not have been the intention at all, but I just got the feeling he was robbed of his traditional masculine bass just talking about good pussy. Vulnerability turned up a notch. The Kendrick I know is the Kendrick on The Recipe, for example.  

My favourite line in this song? : “You can touch the booty if you like, I ain’t trippin on you” at 2:47. 

i could on and on about more of my favourite tracks but this post will get unnecessarily long. 

Bottom line is: girl … I am impressed. 


Grace Slick on Jim Morrison

[Excerpts from her memoir: Somebody to Love]

“What when on outside the studio during that time (the making of Surrealistic Pillow), certainly dipped into the Surreal world. We all stayed at the Tropicana, a cheap motel on Santa Monica Blvd., where we had semi-kitchenette set ups and complimentary smog. 

On one of our first nights in L.A., we were coming back our rooms, when we heard what we thought was a dog howling. On the balcony, crawling on all fours, was a totally nude Jim Morrison, barking at the moon. Oblivious to the contrast between his natural state, and the urban slum look of midtown L.A., he kept up the dog act even after Paul Kantner stepped over him to get to his room.

When I asked Paul what he said to Morrison, Paul answered: “What do you say to a guy whose becoming a dog, nothing”. 

Jim was so willing to take himself completely to the edge of human experience. I found his performances both fascinating and frightening. I tried to imagine what kind of curiosity could take someone to those extremes, without the overwhelming fear of maybe ‘I’ll never get back.’ But back to what? Who’s to say which is the preferable reality?”

“As soon as we were free, we took about a week to buy some new underwear, then zipped over to do the continent (1968 European Tour) Co-headlining with The Doors.

In London, The Doors Airplane concerts took place in an old structure called ‘The Roundhouse’. Images of The Doors performing are still vivid in my mind. No colour, all black except one spotlight on Jim’s face. Both of his hands holding the mic right up on his mouth, eyes closed and silent. You could see him just waiting for ignition to come flying up through his body. The long silence was full of music he could hear but everyone else only felt, then in a sudden step backwards, arms lifting out to the sides, he yelled ‘Fire’. The audience let out a collective scream, relieved by the explosion they’d been anticipating. Most of them had never seen him before, but he had the ability to draw people into his mood without opening his eyes or his mouth. I was always fascinated by the way he seemed to go from one side of his brain to the other, ignoring all the synapses in-between, it was just like his lyric, ‘Break on through to the other side.’

And beautiful, he looked like a rabid Johnny Depp, perfectly formed and possessed by abstraction. I’d been backstage before and after all the shows, talking easily with members of both of the bands, but when I directed a remark to Jim, I usually got back a colourful non-sequitur.

“Jim” I’d say. “You see the broken chair by the speaker system. With a pleasant smile and pupils dilated to the very edges of the iris, he’d respond with something like “Lady in smoke shop, nobody for broken chair… broken chair”. He inhabited two places at once and although I knew there was some pattern of events going on in his head that connected what I just said to what he was thinking, it never made sense. I’m sure that the people who knew him well, must have heard normal dialogue out of him like “What time does the plane arrive”, but I never heard anything intelligible I could respond to, until I was able to see what he was like, alone, away from the frantic energy of the music halls.

We co-headlined in Frankfurt, London, Copenhagen, and Amsterdam, and I cant remember which country we were in when It happened, but I do remember strangely isolated things like the colour of the rug in the hotel hallway, rose pink and maroon, and the nervousness i felt standing in front of the door to Jim’s room.

‘It’s daytime, he’s probably asleep, if he’s asleep, then he won’t answer my knock and I can go back to my room and stop shaking. What if it’s the wrong room? Oh fuck it.”

I did the secret knock, which he wouldn’t have known anyway since it was Airplanes private signal, the opening beat to one of our songs to let the other know it was one of us standing outside the door. I was surprised when Jim didn’t even ask ‘who is it?’ instead, he turned the handle and pulled the door all the way back so I could see him and the whole room.

He smiled. “What’s up?”

I wish I could remember my answer but some specifics about the past are clear while others are really vague. Since I had no idea that anyone would care about this 30 years later, I never kept a diary. In fact, had I known the enormous impact Morrison would have on future generations, I might’ve been tempted to wear a tape recorder. I also wish I could tell you that he came to my room to hustle me, but it didn’t happen that way; I was once again the perpetrator.

Either the hotel had sent them up, on a complimentary food tray, or he’d ordered them from room service, but either way, there were strawberries sitting on a plate on top of the coffee table. I went over to look at them just for something to do while I figured out what to say next, and Jim flopped on the bed and watched me. I brought the strawberries over to the end of the bed, and then for some stupid reason, I put my finger into the middle of one of them. There was an extraordinary cold and hard centre. ‘Frozen strawberries, thank you baby jesus for a topic to guide my conversation with Mr. Non-sequitur’.

“Okay if I put this plate on the radiator?” I asked him. This was Europe 1968, no central heating.

“Sure, but it’s not on” he said. One of the most coherent remarks i’d ever heard from him.

After I set the plate of strawberries on the cold radiator, he crawled over the top of the bed, reached out and picked one up, and squeezed it until it turned to juice in his hand. He laughed and did it again to another one and kept on laughing. Words are hard to respond to, but laughter makes it’s own sense. ‘I can play this’ I thought, and I relaxed.

It wasn’t 9 ½ weeks with Kim Basinger and Mickey Rourke using food as erotic lubricant, it was more like kindergarten, play mud puddles and silly putty. Smash it, shove it around - not on each other, but we just individually tried to make a bigger mess than the other one could. He outdid me by smearing the strawberries all over the cream coloured bedspread, but then suddenly, the private stories in his head made him stop and go over to the top dresser drawer. He opened and closed it without putting anything in or taking anything out, and came back to where I was kneeling at the end of the bed, still playing in the fruit tray. I didn’t ask him what the dresser move was all about, I was afraid i’d be stepping on that fantasia tape that seemed to be running in his cranium.

This was new, like making love to a floating art form with eyes. I’ve never had anyone study me like that. It wasn’t the standard evaluation of body parts, he seemed to be appraising the distance between us, as if it was an invisible garment that needed to be continually breached with each motion. With our hips joined together, and his body moving up and down, it felt like he was taking a moment each time to circle the area between our bodies with his eyes and consider the space that separated us.

He was a well built boy, his cock was slightly larger than average and he was young enough to maintain the engorged connection right through the residue of chemicals that can threaten an erection. At the same time, he was surprisingly gentle. Somehow i’d expected the sort of frantic horizontal ritual. It’s interesting, the most maniacal guys on stage can be such sublime lovers, but I guess everybody had to stop being a jerk sometime.

Jim mystified me with that otherworldly expression, and at the same time, his hips never lost the insistent rolling motion that was driving the dance. When he did look directly at my face, he seemed to be constantly searching for the expression that might break the lock, as if I might be wearing a disguise. I’m not sure what I mean by that, but I can say it was both intriguing and disconcerting, waiting for him to ask me if I was someone else, an imposter or a product of his imagination.

I have no idea how long I was there, but there was no lying around afterward having a cigarette dreamily looking at each other. I knew I should leave before I got caught, we both had other relationships and it felt like I was an intruder. I dressed as fast as I could without looking like it was a race. Jim didn’t seem to notice, he appeared to be totally unconscious just lying there motionless on the bed, but, naked with eyes closed and without moving a muscle from his completely immobile posture he said, “Why wouldn’t you come back?”. Since I hadn’t said anything about coming or going, I didn’t know what he expected to hear, so I went into proper Finch College mode and said “Only if I’m asked”.

He smiled but he never asked.”

Slick, Grace, and Andrea Cagan. Somebody to Love?: A Rock- and Roll Memoir. New York: Warner, 1999.

This Happens A Lot
Enlightened Robot

So Tvtropes has a handy guide to the “hardness” of music, called “Moh’s Scale of Rock and Metal Hardness.” In general, most pop music tends to land around 5 or 6. My mashups are usually a 6 or 7 (I thoroughly embrace breakcore and drum and bass influences, but usually not to an extreme.) I worry that this might be an 8 or a 9. Things get pretty loud and distorted in this one. Then again, my mashups are pretty much always tagged as “Industrial” on bandcamp.

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  • Samurai Jack Episode XCV  (various sound effects)
  • Queen We Will Rock You (hand claps and stomps)
  • Creepshow OST Something to Tide You Over (Piano)
  • Coraline OST Mice Circus (squeaks and percussion)
  • Beauty and the Beast (Duster vocal)
  • Adventure Time Evicted (Sound Effects)
  • Theme to Godzilla
  • Gravity Falls The Time Traveller’s Pig (Mabel Screaming)
  • Steven Universe Lapis’ Lower (Synths)

My name is Tyler, and I wanted to start a band, so I picked a name, a logo, and wrote and recorded songs in my basement. I really had no idea what I was doing. All I knew was that music did something to me. What I DID know was that I needed help bringing the songs to life on stage. Then I met Josh, a kid with no plan B. He lived and breathed plan A: music. And I liked that he beat the crap out of his instrument.

Then we played shows, all kinds of shows. It never really was discussed, we just knew we had no choice but to play with as much conviction for 5 people as we would for 5,000. We wanted our shows to be more about others than about ourselves, creating an unpredictable but always beautiful dance with the people in the crowd. Honesty and authenticity works, and, as it turns out, people wanna be a part of that.

9,765. Turns out it doesn’t take a million likes to get the music industry’s attention.

On November 19th, 2011, we played in front of a sold out hometown for 1700 of our most dedicated fans in Columbus, Ohio. A few years of hard work materialized into one night, our fans were the first local fan base to ever sell the place out to that
capacity. I don’t know exactly how it happened, but after that night people from 'the industry’ started asking the question, ‘What’s going on in Ohio?’

The next 3 months were the craziest months of our lives. Out of nowhere, we had a dozen labels interested in our small local band, taking us completely off guard. We had questions: Would we lose creative control? Would we be turned into something
we are not? Can we keep doing what we are doing, the way we were doing it? Are we selling out? Encouraged by the answers to those questions, we signed a record deal called Fueled By Ramen. A record deal!

Tonight, 5 months later, we are back in Columbus to explain the incredible news to the people who deserve to hear it first. But it’s just the beginning. We cannot wait to see what the future holds for us
and our fans. And to them we say: We never got a big break. You created our big break. Thank you.

So if you are pursuing your dreams, pursuing what it is you are passionate about, I hope this story encourages you. And if you know someone who is, encourage them with this: Don’t give up. Push through the droughts. Channel the inevitable disappointments back into your craft. Break molds. Think. Create. But most importantly: Stay alive. And in the meantime, make it about others. That seems to work. Stay strong, live on, and power to the local dreamer.

—  Tyler Joseph, after being signed by Fueled by Ramen with Josh Dun.
The Soulmate Series: V

Originally posted by mvssmedia

This turned out to be almost 1,5k, even though I planned to be shorter -.- It just wrote itself. 10/10 would recomend listening to Spring Day while reading. Had it in repeat for the entire time I was writing this. Hope you like it!

He was 4 years old the first time he realised she was always there when he fell asleep.

He stared curiously at her, her dark hair dancing in the wind as they sat side by side. She smiled at him, offering him a small flower, and he beamed back, taking it, and carefully setting it aside to avoid crushing it, before he run away, looking back and seeing her chasing him.

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As far back as you can remember, you could do anything. It took a long time before you realized you couldn’t. Of all the things you couldn’t do, music hurt the most. You got a shitty black strat when you were fifteen and you have never known anything more beautiful. On the good days, you couldn’t remember yourself when you played. On the good days, people said you sang with your hands. Whenever you looked at her, you knew why you were here. You were lazy, though. You always have been. Practice was boring, and your fingers never listened. So you played what you played and never learned anything new. Your guitar gets stolen one day and a little piece of your heart goes with it. You get a new one that looks just like her, but she doesn’t have your fingerprints and she’s missing a little bit of your soul. Twenty years go by and you still sound like you’re fifteen. You still sing, but there’s a sour taste on your tongue and your fingers shake a little. You find other artistic outlets so you don’t go mad. You take pictures of things and you write some words just so you can sing a little. People like them. You wonder if they know you’re a fraud. There’s a voice in your head every day that tells you time is running out and your friends look at your face and ask you why you look so damn sad all the time and you choke out a bitter smile and tell them you’ve got a lot on your mind. And every day you come home and look at an aging cliche in the mirror, run your aching hands gently over your guitar and tell her tomorrow. She looks at you, but she doesn’t say anything anymore. Some days your fingers shake, some days they lock. They always hurt. You don’t go to the doctor because you know what they’ll say. You still play sometimes and the thirst is still strong, but every day you die a little more. A girl you see sometimes casually mentions she’s never seen you smile. You grin at her and she smiles back hard like she doesn’t even know you’re a fake. You sit in the back of smoky bars sometimes and watch the music makers sing with their hands and you wonder if they can see your tears in the dark. Years go by. Your hands hurt bad now. They say you have a thing with too many syllables to pronounce. They say you can’t sing anymore. You smile like a man who just lost everything. You stumble home and stare at your middle aged face and you’re not quite sure how you spent fifty two years not doing the only thing you were made for, and that’s the only thing that hurts more than your hands. You pick her up, blow off a river of dust and play a little. It still feels like you’re singing. You put her down. “Tomorrow, we’ll play, ” you say quietly. “Tomorrow. ”
The Lonely

A/N: Based on the song “The Lonely” by Christina Perri

Request by: @skeletoresinthebasement “ Omg can you please write some sister!winchester angst? I need so much angst in my life right now.”

Sorry it took so long doll face, but here is all the angst your little heart can desire! Let me know what you think!

Warnings: Angst

My Master List

2 A.M. Where do I begin?
Crying off my face again
The silent sound of loneliness
Wants to follow me to bed

I’m a ghost of a girl that I want to be most
I’m shell of a girl that I used to know well

   The alarm clock hits 2 A.M. again as roll over in bed and listen to the pitter patter of the rain on my window. I roll over and gaze out the window with a blank stare upon my face. The rain matching my emotions and what I feel inside. This somber feeling plays with me throughout the night, as it does every night since the accident. Every night it follows me to bed like an old lover, and holds me within its grasp. Begging me to stay and let me open up to it. Night’s like this makes it even harder to get up in the morning anymore.

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Dating Luhan Would Include

what dating luhan would be like?? 

Note: Enjoy~ ♥

Disclaimer: I don’w own the gifs/images used. 

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In The Daytime

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  • Okay so dating this man is going to be real amazing 
  • Like seriously
  • He’s always so passionate about you
  • And will brag about you in interviews
  • He doesn’t accept fan hate
  • Him posting selcas on social media a lot of both of you, but he also keeps a few for himself and even sets the best ones as his phone lock screen
  • Sometimes the worst times for him are when he’s on tour because he doesn’t get to see you much when he’s away
  • But he always makes it up to you when he finally gets back
  • Him loving the fact that you’re into indie music, and will always try and get into the kind of music that you listen to. 
  • Seeing you wearing his clothes gives him life
  • “Jagi, never take off that hoodie.” 
  • “But it’s you most expensive o-”
  • “I don’t care, it’s yours, you look so damn beautiful”
  • Him writing songs about you and playing them to you before anyone else on his guitar, because your opinion is very important to him
  • Him hitting all those high notes in the shower
  • Him taking you out on cute dates to coffee shops and treating you to cakes and sweets even though “they’re not as sweet as you.”
  • “Luhan, stop with the shitty compliments, you’re making me blush.” 
  • “That’s the point, my love.” 
  • Him always finding time for you even though he’s so busy with work.

At Nighttime

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  • Lying in bed and just talking about the most random things until stupid hours of the morning, Just because you can.
  • Him talking about the future and opening up about how scare dhe is about certain aspects in his life
  • And you always being there for him whenever he needs it
  • Sometimes he’s adorable and just wants lots of cuddles and forehead kisses
  • Other nights he wants you underneath him in a hot, moaning mess.
  • There isn’t much in between.
  • Him always treating yo well with after care 
  • Making sure you’re warm and wrapped up in the blankets so you don’t get cold
  • Him running his hands though your hair as he helps you fall asleep
  • Sometimes he’ll whisper things to you as well, sometimes it’ll be hoe much he loves you, other times he’ll be talking about what he wants to do tomorrow
  • But regrdless of any of that
  • He loves you a lot
  • And never wants to let you go.
more than beautiful

authors note: this is based on something that actually happened to me. constantly, people always tell me how pretty i am and how i should model and blah blah. it’s super nice and i’m not trying to sound like i’m complaining about those compliments. BUT sometimes it sucks, especially in a world where physical appearance is so important ( unfortunately ). that being said, not many people tell me i’m funny, or nice, or honest or anything like that. anyway, i’ve had several guys tell me that they’re in love with me only after literally a few weeks of talking. it breaks my heart, because as much as i want to believe something as romantic as that, i can’t because i just know that they only like me for my looks. i literally dated someone who only wanted to get in my pants and unfortunately it took me a while to realize that. i’ve learned a lot from this, and so to this day, it’s hard for me to believe any guy that says “no no your personality is great too.” anyway, i thought i’d write about it

“Don’t walk away from me like that Y/N.” Shawn spoke harshly, grabbing your wrist as you attempted to walk out the door.

"Don’t touch me please.” You said softly, trying not to get angry at him. He let go quickly, and started rambling.

"I’m sorry okay? But you can’t just leave now, I love you.”

"No you don’t Shawn. It’s been three months.”

“I know, and maybe it’s crazy but it’s true okay? I promise, I love you, how could I not?”

"You can sit here and tell me all you want that you love me, but I won’t believe it Shawn, and I’m sorry, I wish I could.” Before you could open the door to leave, Shawn came up behind you and hugged you tightly, holding onto your waist and calmly saying into your ear, “Why not baby? What’s wrong? Please tell me.”

Now you were putty in his hands, and the whole world stopped as he held onto you. He made you feel so special, and he made you feel wanted. How could you walk away from this?

No. You couldn’t let yourself believe anymore sappy romantic talk. You couldn’t let yourself fall for someone else after what’s happened.

“Don’t call me baby.” You said harshly and pushed yourself away from Shawn, reaching for the door again.

“Not everyone’s a shallow douche like your ex Y/N. It’s not healthy to push yourself away from people that love you just because of the fear that they might be lying.” Shawn raised his voice, so you could hear everything he said even as you walked down the hallway and into the elevator. You ignored his remarks and bit your lip, waiting for the elevator to go down.


It’s been one week since you broke up with Shawn. One week since he put your little puzzle together, and tried to convince you that he loved you. Shawn was such a lovely boyfriend and a sweet kid, making you feel bad for leaving. But then again you weren’t sure if you wanted to let yourself believe that he was a nice person. He confessed his love to you only after three months of dating or so. That freaked you out, reminded you of your last boyfriend who ended up using you. You didn’t want to be used again, and you weren’t going to let Shawn fool you into thinking that he loved you for more than your body. You wanted so badly to believe it, but you just knew the real reason he was with you.

He texted you almost everyday since you left, and you wanted to reply to at least give him a bigger explanation. He already knew you were scared and that you simply thought he only wanted you for your looks, but there was more to it than that. You just didn’t want to have to explain yourself, and so you didn’t. Instead you sat on the balcony of your apartment building and read some dumb magazines about healthy living. The mail kept sending them to you even after you emailed the company telling them not to. Oh well, the more you know about healthy lifestyles, the better. Right? As you continued to read you heard the doorbell. You got up thinking it was one of your roommates who was out doing who knows what. But why would they ring the doorbell? They live here, they have a key. Confused, you opened the door to see the last person you wanted to be talking to. Shawn.

“Before you slam the door in my face, I just want to say some things. Please.” Shawn pleaded with you, his eyes wide. His hair was a mess and the buttons on his shirt were done in the wrong order. He was a hot mess and you didn’t know what to say, so you rolled your eyes and tapped your foot as a signal for him to talk.

“You don’t have to believe anything I say, but it would be nice if you tried. Look, I’m really sorry. About everything. You were right, about one thing at least. It was a little fast of me to be saying things like I love you even only after three months. And I’m sorry for that. And this is probably going to make me sound crazy but being away from you just made realize that I do love you. And not because you’re hot, or because you’re good in bed.” Shawn’s face got hot, and he scratched the back of his neck.

“I love your jokes, and when you make fun of me when my voice cracks. I love the way you wear my merch to bed, and how you tweet out telling people to buy my music on iTunes. I love the way you pronounce certain words, like the way you say voz instead of vase.” He was rambling and rambling and at first you weren’t listening, until he said something that caught your attention.

“I’m not going to lie to you Y/N. You’re beautiful. Your body, your face, all of you, is beautiful. But you’re more than that. You’re more than beautiful; you’re funny, you’re kind, and you’re the most honest and real person I know. One of the reasons why I liked being with you was because you always knew just what to say when things were wrong. I love your ideas, not your touch. I love the way you speak, not the way you feel. All that shit is just a bonus. You’re more than an attractive body Y/N.” Shawn sounded out of breath and you were on the verge tears. You heard plenty of rants, from plenty of boys saying things along the lines of what Shawn was saying, but they were never this in depth and meaningful. That scared part of your heart told you to ignore all of it and to slam the door right there. But your emotions were touched, and you felt yourself being exposed, for who you were. It was like Shawn showed up just to rip away all your skin to look inside your soul. To look inside to see all your wounds, and all your scars, only so he could tell you that he loved them. And that, those were why he was with you. Those scars and those wounds were what kept you together and the fact that Shawn was saying he wanted them, was blowing your mind.

“I hate to keep talking, but if you really don’t believe me, I can prove it. We can do something like, I don’t know, I’ll delete you off snapchat so I don’t have to be looking at you physically when we talk, and we can just text or something. We don’t have to FaceTime either. We don’t even have to have sex. Or even touch, or kiss or whatever. Just let me prove to you that I’m here to stay. That I’m for you, not your body.” And after he said that, you just knew. Shawn was willing to give up all the physical aspects of a relationship just so he could show you that he really loved you for more than all that.

So you walked right up to him, placed your hands on his face and kissed him. You didn’t know what to say and as much as you wanted to see if he could handle not touching you, you wanted to touch him. You couldn’t put your words together the way he did, so how else could you show him how grateful you were for him?

“Thank you Shawn.” You pulled away and thanked him, letting yourself believe in everything he said.

“You believe me?” Shawn was surprised, he probably was ready to have the door slammed in his face. But you didn’t want to keep living in fear, just like he said during your last argument with him. You wanted to love someone again, and you wanted it to be real. And Shawn was making it real, but he was making it better than real.

“I believe you.”


Happy birthday to one of my favorite musicians of all time! Brandon means the absolute world to me, I’ve grown up listening to his music and for as long as I can remember it’s been a huge influence in my life. The passion he puts behind each song is nothing short of inspirational and i genuinely consider him to be one of the most talented people in the world. Thank you for the countless bangers, bops and jams, your music has gotten me through so much and it will always have a huge part of my heart. Happy birthday Brandon!!

Music Video Miracles - Conor Maynard

Request: Hi is it okay if you could maybe write an imagine where y/n is a model who’s in one of Connors music videos and they instantly find eachother attractive and get together

Smut: No

Requests are OPEN!

A/N: Guys, I’m going Paintballing tonight and I’m not gonna lie, I’m pretty nervous! It’s going to hurt so bad…ugh. Although, I’m pretty good with pain so hopefully it doesn’t hurt as much as I think it will LOL! If you’ve got an advice/tips, feel free to drop them in my ask! I’d love it :)

I hope you like it :)


Conor’s POV

Today was the day. The filming of the Are You Sure? music video and I couldn’t be more stoked. The storyline was one I have pictured over and over again and I’m so happy that everyone in the crew really enjoys it just as much as I do.

“Alright Conor, so we’re going to start off with the solo scenes first and then when (y/n) arrives, we’ll shoot the rest.” John, the director explained.

“Sounds good.” I said, smiling. 

Most people would have thought I was smiling about the video but I was really smiling about (y/n). She was seriously one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen and the minute I pictured this music video, I knew she had to be a part of it. Her beautiful (y/h/c) went just to her chest and she always preferred to have it in loose waves over anything else. Which I’m completely fine with because she looks gorgeous in anything.

“She’s here.” Kelly, the producer said as she walked past me with her radio. 

We were on a pretty big set so radios were necessary to be able to communicate with each other. As soon as Kelly’s voice ran through the endless amount of radios, everyone started running around frantically, trying to get things cleaned up for her. Sure, she was a model…and a pretty big one at that but I’m sure she’s just like everyone else…right?

“And finally,” Kelly said, walking over to me. “This is Conor Maynard.”

“Lovely to meet you.” (y/n) said, smiling. Her skin was absolutely flawless and her (y/e/c) eyes shined brighter than any star I had ever seen. God, everything about her was gorgeous. Let’s see how this goes…

“I’m so sorry.” (y/n) said, laughing, cutting the take and I couldn’t help but smile at her laugh. “This is all just…so new to me.” 

“It’s totally fine, you’ve probably seen by now that I’m not the most serious guy out there.” I reassured her. “Just channel your inner badass.” 

The scene we were filming was about how I finally met up with her boyfriend and were currently making her choose one of us. However, she surprises both of us when she decides to walk off with yet another guy. I knew filming a music video with someone who was completely new to this scene was going to be difficult but I just had to have (y/n) in it. 

“And cut!” John yelled as we finally got the scene down. “Well guys, I think that’s it! Conor, care to do the honour?”

“First, thanks so much to everyone who helped out and put in 100%, I think it’s going to turn out amazing. Second, thank you to (y/n) for gracing us with your presence and allowing your first acting job to be in my video. And last but not least…that’s a wrap!” I yelled, smiling.

“Thanks so much Conor,” (y/n) said, walking over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I loved every minute of it.”

“Thanks for doing it.” 

“Um…so I’m going to be in London for a couple more days…would you be down to do something?”

“Sure.” I replied…maybe a little to eagerly. I couldn’t help it. “I could give you a tour of the city…or something…”

“That’d be great.” She said, taking my phone out of my hand and putting her number in it. “Call me.”

I stood there smiling like an idiot as I watched her walk away and I couldn’t believe it. Not only had (y/n) been in my video but I had actually managed to get her number in my phone and possibly get a date out of it. Holy crap…this was actually happening.

“Bro, you’ll never guess what happened to me today.” I said, walking into Jack’s apartment, ready to tell him everything.