this song always gets to me for some reason

My ToG Playlist

I’m posting a second version with Lyrics included, you can find it here!

  • “Across the Universe of Time”– Hayley Westenra (Rowaelin)
  • “Angel’s Fall”– Breaking Benjamin (Lysaedion)
  • “The Animal”– Disturbed (Aelin’s Song)
  • “As Good as it Gets”– Galavant (for some reason this song always makes me think of Elide…)
  • “Ashes of Eden”– Breaking Benjamin (Celaena Sardothien)
  • “Battle Cry”– Imagine Dragons (Lorcan)
  • “Believer”– Imagine Dragons (Aelin Galathynius)
  • “Blame”– Bastille (Aelin Galathynius)
  • “Breath”– Breaking Benjamin (Rowan Whitethorn, HoF)
  • “Close to Heaven”– Breaking Benjamin (Dorian Havilliard, EoS)
  • “Come With Me Now”– Kongos (Celaena Sardothien, TAB)
  • “Defeated”– Breaking Benjamin (Aelin Galathynius, EoS)
  • “Failure”– Breaking Benjamin (Chaol Westfall, QoS)
  • “A Good Day to Die/ (Reprise)”– Galavant (EoS)
  • “Goodnight My Friend”– Galavant (Sam)
  • “The Great Divide”– Breaking Benjamin (Aelin Galathynius, EoS)
  • “I Really Want It”– A Great Big World (Lysandra)
  • “In My Head”– Jason DeRulo (Manorian)
  • “The Infection”– Disturbed (Aelin to Celaena, HoF)
  • “Inside the Fire”– Disturbed (Maeve)
  • “Jackass in a Can”– Galavant (Celaena to Chaol, ToG)
  • “Leave Out All the Rest”– Linkin Park (Aelin Galathynius, end of EoS)
  • “Let Me Lie”– Hayley Westenra (Rowaelin, QoS)
  • “Love Makes the World Brand New”– Galavant (Manon Blackbeak about Dorian, EoS)
  • “May it Be”– Hayley Westenra (Nehemia)
  • “Never Again”– Breaking Benjamin (Dorian Havilliard, EoS)
  • “On the One Road”– The High Kings (Aelin & Co, beginning of EoS)
  • “Rise”– Katy Perry (Aelin Galathynius, the Valg battle, HoF)
  • “Serenade”– Galavant (Lorcan with Elide)
  • “Something Wild”– Lindsey Stirling (Elide)
  • “Today We Rise”– Galavant (Aedion, I don’t know why, but Aedion)
  • “What Am I Feeling”– Galavant (Manon)
  • “What I’ve Done”– Linkin Park (Aelin Galathynius)
  • “Whatever it Takes”– Imagine Dragons (Aedion)
  • “Where Do We Go”– Lindsey Stirling (Aelin Galathynius, EoS)
  • “You’ll Never Walk Alone”– Josh Groban (Elena Galathynius)

natsukashiimm  asked:

i've been following larry since 2012 and have always believed in them due to just how much fucking evidence there was and the secrecy surrounding it. But as of right now im not sure if they are still together but im so out of the loop and was wondering if you could explain to me some of the reasons people think they are still together and what recent evidence there is. I cant keep up with it myself and it gets so confusing. Anyways I also love your blog💓💓

Hey love, I’ve separated some larry evidence 2017. JUST the ones I REALLY consider a proof… There’s a lot of evidence out there besides these, huh?


1. THE SONG SAYS IT ALL.

This song (cold blooded) is the first track on Devlin’s album. He tweeted right after the “:)”.

The music talks about the media lying and always manipulating the truth. In it, the song quotes someone - XXX - who is becoming a father - Louis being extra -. He still says he thinks this xxx does not like women… Then quotes Harry.


2. ALWAYS YOU.

Let’s remember a little bit about dear aimh...

Louis tweeted “aimh” before starting dating Eleanor.
Louis tweeted again “always” and then posted a picture on Instagram with the caption “you”, before returning with Eleanor.
Just to reinforce …


3. HARRY STOPPED FOLLOWING AN ANTI LARRY ON TWITTER.

“don’t mess with those who are quiet,” my father always says.


4. HARRY AND LOUIS SHARING THE CLOSET.

Okay, you should ask yourself why I included this here …
People keep telling us that we end their friendship … I can not speak for you, but I honestly would not like to share anything with someone who hates me simply for the fame of being gay, even because he’s a father and has a girlfriend… well well well…


5. BEST SISTERS IN THE WORLD!!!

This may well be false, do not think that all the larry evidence that you see out there is always true. But if it’s true, I love it.


6. THE LARRY JACKET.


7. LOUIS IS ALWAYS AT HARRY’S HOUSE.

Or is it Larry’s house? The Larry houses.


8. LOUIS STOPPED FOLLOWING AN BROUIS SHIPPER ON TWITTER.

“don’t mess with those who are quiet,” my father always says. 2.0


9. JEALOUS AF.

As we always say: Louis jealous is protective. Harry jealous is scary.


this year we received VARIOUS gifts from Larry. This year, without a doubt, was the year Larry, so much that it does not fit into a post.

— we had the incredible lyrics of “sweet creature” and “two ghosts”

— Louis talked a lot about Harry in interviews.

— “Obviously” “genuinely”

— Louis always take many turns when talking about Larry. I read a lot about it on twitter, and I think I can say:
If you notice in every interview that “he denied Larry”, he always starts talking about the fans. About how we genuinely think he and Harry have or had a romance.
He goes about it, always. It starts with the fans - always using the word genuinely - and ends, basically, saying that we write fanfics, we make fanarts, manips, etc. only.

— and neither will we talk about the times they have been in m.i.a…

— Ah, I was forgetting … There are so many to remember now, uh?
On February 1, 2017, Louis simply canceled his promos for that day (to just hold on). Where he was? 🤔



credits:

Larry proofs 2017 on Youtube.

The owners of tumblr, who appeared in the evidence 6.


thank you so much for liking my tumblr, baby cakes!

don’t give up on Larry.

we r in this together. You, me, the Larries, Harry and Louis.

bye, I hope I have been clear, I will always be here for you!

Mikey Way

• Legs longer than my attention span

• Like 10 pounds I could probably put him over my shoulder and I’m a 5 foot 5 inches 15 year old female who doesn’t get off her couch

• Like srsly tho Gerard feed your brother

• He once slept with a member of Fall Out Boy and got evERY FUCKIBG SONG WRITTEN ABOUT HIM

• Precious little sober noodle

• Me and Ray’s actual son

• Always has Revenge era hair in fanfics for some reason idk

• Can pull off a beanie like no motherfucking other

• ½ Chillest MCR members squad

• Eats the weight of like 10 people in sushi and still weighs less than a teacup chihuahua

• Slightly less greasy of a dork than Gerard

• Hi.s glaSsES,,,.., cAn u f,,ucking n¿ot??,,?,

• He can fucking slay a dragon with his jawline I could write a novel about his jawline and I barely even like men

• Doesn’t smile much but it’s ok cause we know he’s got a little cheeky grin on the inside

• hIS g&igG,,le

• Could be a fuckin model if he wanted to

• I might not be straight but his jawline sure fuckin is

• Mutuals with Pete even though Pete could write an even longer novel than I can that fckin fanboy

• Loves cats and is 796328843% better than u

• I’d pay him $20 to punch me in the face (Twenty Dollar Nosebleed ha)

• Looks up to Gerard like a lost kitty cat it’s amazing ain’t no one got as good of a relationship with their sibling than them

• Beautiful innocent celery stick too pure for this world

• If you talk shit about him or Kristin I’ll fucking fyte u m8

• Pete’s novels are actually probably about him it’s been like 10 yrs and he still isn’t over that ass (albeit flat cause Gerard stole all the good booty genes)

• He could smack me with his bass and I’d thank him

• Coffee-loving mini-kitten

• He’s sober and that’s all that matters ok

You’re dating Jae but he’s not giving you attention so you annoy him until he pays attention to you.

You walk into your boyfriend’s room after a long day. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed a guitar pick in his mouth, a guitar and a notebook in his lap. He’s obviously working on a new song and he’s so engrossed in it that you standing by the door and admiring him for a solid minute does not even get a glance from him. You decide it’s best to say something so he recognizes your presence in the room. “Hey Jae!” you said excited to see him after a long day.
“Oh hey, babe,” he says barely looking up. You frown although you know he’s busy you can’t help but be annoyed by the short greeting, especially after the day you’ve had.
“Jae…” you start to say something to him about it but he cuts you off 

“babe I’m really sorry just give me a second I gotta finish writing this line before I forget.” You sigh in defeat and decide to plop on the bed next to him. You stare at him while leaning back against the headboard. He’s singing new lyrics quietly to himself with a guitar pick between his teeth. You couldn’t help but be jealous of the guitar pick being so close to his lips. for some reason seeing him write songs was always your weakness. It’s the guitar and the pick between his teeth that get you the most and when he sings it’s icing on the cake. 

You try different tactics to try and get his attention. first, you try playing with his oversized shirt sleeve by gently tugging on it, no reaction. Then you rub his back gently, no reaction. Then you lean your head back in frustration. You decide to blow on his neck since that’s his weakness. This time he flinches and sighs you could tell he was trying to give no reaction but he couldn't help it. 

“Babe, I love you but I’m trying to write I have to get this done by Friday.” 

“I know, I’m sorry. I just want 1 kiss and a cuddle” you said as cutely as possible. 

he sighed and moved over to get close enough and he kissed you “I love you,” he said softly as he pulled away.

“ I love you too.”

then he went back to writing in the same spot that seemed so far away (by far away I mean not close enough to cuddle). 

“Jae?” you said softly

“yes?” he asked you could tell he was slightly annoyed.

“and a cuddle,” you said plainly as if that was a good enough argument to win a  case in court. 

he chuckled and said “okay but I gotta write still.”  

you agreed and made him come to you so he could lean against you while he wrote. you wrapped your arms around his tummy and sat up as straight as possible so you could put your head on his shoulder (he’s a very toll bean I can’t imagine this is an easy feat) you wanted to see what he was writing. You saw it was a breakup song and joked “This better not be about me.” 

“I don’t know it might if you keep this up.” he started chuckling. You pretended to be offended and pushed him off of you and started to storm out dramatically. He was laughing really hard but he managed to grab your wrist and pull you closer to him “I’m sorry! I promise it’s not my love!” he said dramatically. You giggled. “Stop watching so many dramas!” you yelled as you tried to pull away from his grip but he was too strong. he pulled you all the way back to where you were sitting before and leaned back on you with all of his weight so you couldn’t escape chuckling to himself the whole time. you struggled and tried to escape but then you just decided it wasn’t worth it. “I give up.” you said dramatically. 

he stopped leaning on you and just held you real tight to his side and started singing I won’t give up by Jason Miraz dramatically back at you and you just rolled your eyes. 

“Why are you like this?” you said giggling.

“Becuase you know you wouldn’t like me any other way…” 

you sighed and agreed, “You’re right”. 

“Plus it’s not my fault God made me this awesome” he said shrugging his shoulders. 

“I’m leaving you” you said flatly as you got up to go. 

He grabbed your wrist again “and you tell me to stop watching so many dramas.” 

i have friends in holy spaces {ase}

forever tag: @angelicshinigami @tothetardissterek @arkham-dame​ (if you’d like to be added to this list, please notify me)

word count: 718

warnings: implied nsfw(ish???? not really), soft!anti (my sweet soft boy)

@ethannestor-is-smol (thought you might like this C;) i always get 1940′s vibes when listening to this song, so you guys can imagine it’s the 1940′s if you want. :) also?? after re-reading this i realized i unintentionally made a Hamilton reference?? kudos if you can find it. 

You remind me of a former love that I once knew
And you carry a little piece with you

Anti had had many lovers, but none could be compared to you. You were like a divine and holy creature. An angel. Something to be worshipped. Someone who should have altars, and shrines, and temples made for you. And somehow, for some godforsaken reason, you’d fallen for him. For a creature from Hell.

He didn’t know why or how this had come to be, but he didn’t try to question it too much. “Just enjoy happiness while it lasts,” you’d always say. And Anti would listen. Of course he’d listen. He’d do anything you told him to.

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Kyle Spencer (requested)

HIii, so I know I’ve been really inactive lately, but I am still alive! This lovely person requested a Kyle Spencer imagine and I am here to fulfill your fangirl needs!

Also it was not specified, but i was feeling the fem! reader!

(a lil triggering for rape:: hope you enjoy!

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“Come one, Y/N! We– well you haven’t gone to a party in ages and everyone misses you!” Your boyfriend Kyle nagged to you as you combed through your hair. 

You had just gotten out of the shower after a long shift at work, and when you came back, your boyfriend was instantly on you that there was a party going on in three hours that was going to be “the best one yet”. Like they always claimed. But you were tired of parties, because it was dangerous there for any vulnerable person, because anyone could slip you drugs or force you to snort cocaine. Parties were all about peer pressure. And you just wanted to cuddle and watch Disney movies.

You shook your head and slipped your robe off, revealing your undergarments before you walked to your closet. “Kyle I don’t have anything to wear.”  

It was a lie, just recently you had went shopping and you had tons of new outfits to flaunt, but you just didn’t want to go. 

Kyle made a noise and walked over to your side, placing one hand on his hip and the other on your shoulder. “Baby, you have tons of clothes! I mean, look, this is new! Huh? I’ve never seen you wear this before. And it’s super sexy. I know how you’re all about body confidence.” 

You looked at the berry colored lace romper, with the plunging neckline and the exposed back. It was very sexy. So sexy that it had been sitting in your closet for a while now, since you never knew the proper time to wear it. Then you thought about it. If Kyle was suggesting you wearing it, he must have been okay with it, and you had one talent. Saying no.You were sure that you were able to turn down drinks from strangers and stray from the cocaine fanatics. Then your eyes came up to Kyles face and you sighed. It seemed the battle was won. You were going.You had lost this round. Kyle’s adorable begging face was the last and winning bullet.

Kyle sensed the change in your demeanor and let out a happy laugh, putting the hanger on the bed before coming and lifting you up. “Thank you, honey sweetie pie sugar. You know I hate walking into parties alone, I love you.” 

You tried but failed to hold back a grin as Kyle peppered kisses on your face and neck, and when he started to stay on the curve of your neck too long you giggled and pushed his chest. “I can’t wear the romper if you give me a hickey, sugar baby sweetie toots.” 

Kyle grinned and kissed you sweetly on the mouth. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Kyle.” You gave him one last peck before he let you down. “Now give me an hour and a half to get ready.” 

Kyle groaned playfully before nodding and then throwing himself on your bed. “You do you, baby. I love you with and without makeup. Do your thing, my sweet.” 

You grinned and walked over to your vanity as Kyle closed his eyes and laid back. 

~

Three hours later you and Kyle were driving over to some unknown house and you were both in comfortable silence. You knew that music would be blasting like crazy at the party and you were glad to have even a moment of silence before your ears were ringing from the chaos. You smiled and rested your head on Kyle’s shoulder, as his hand slipped over onto your thigh. 

“You’ll protect me right Kyle?” You asked, your hand snaking onto your thigh before you started to play with his fingers.

“From what, baby doll?” He asked, turning his blinker to go right on. 

“From bug eyed cocaine addicts and horny single maniacs? You know, the people that make parties an unsafe place?” You intertwined your fingers with his and he squeezed your hand lightly as his thumb began to rub on your knuckles. 

“I’ll always protect you, Y/N. There’s always a danger anywhere we go, and I swear I’ll always protect you. No matter the situation; because you matter more to me than anything.”

You lifted your head off of his shoulder and gave him a kiss on his jaw, which he caved into, turning his head for a quick peck on the lips. When he turned back to the road he slowed down before parking behind a long line of cars. You quickly unlatched your seat belt, the music already pulsing through the seats of the car and climbed on top of Kyle’s lap.

“Listen Kyle. You’re so fucking sweet and I love you so much.” You said quickly, grabbing onto Kyle’s surprised face. 

He grinned and looked into your eyes, before his forced his head forward and you ducked your head to meet in a passionate kiss. Kyle’s hands landed on your hips and his fingers dug into the lacy material, before he pulled back, panting. 

“Okay, sexy baby doll, we gotta go before you get me hard. That outfits already got me all bothered.” Kyle’s eyes drifted to your exposed chest and he shifted uncomfortably. 

You giggled and opened the door, about to get out before Kyle pulled you back harshly. “And I love you too, Y/N.” 

When you were both heading to the entrance of the grand house you were slowly starting to regret your decision. There were loads of people so that even the lawn was full of drunken college kids, all laughing and throwing up and then passing out in that exact order. Paranoia was starting to bubble up. What if you drank so much you did something stupid and ended up going viral online? What if someone forced you to get high with them? To do heroine? To have a threesome? You were terrified. You hadn’t been to a party in ages, and it was like this was your first all over again. 

“Baby, smile a little bit. Remember me? Yeah? Kyle, sworn protector and the best boyfriend ever?” You looked from the entrance of the house to see that Kyle was facing you with a small worried smile on his face. 

“Yeah, no okay. Sorry babe, I was just-” 

“Worrying about bug eyed cocaine addicts and horny single maniacs. We can leave if you want, alright sugar bunny cutie?” 

You instantly shook your head, knowing that Kyle would be sad if he missed anything or if any of his friends and frat brothers got hurt. You forced on a smile and tugged at your curled hair. “It’s fine, bunny cutie sugar, let’s just have some fun.” 

Kyle grinned and grabbed your hand before starting to search for a familiar face.You spotted some people from your college and turned quickly before they could see you and kept yourself glued to Kyle until you two reached the kitchen of the grand home, where Kyle let out a holler and tugged himself out of your grip. You looked to see a group of Kyle’s frat brothers, who were all dressed the same, with frat t-shirts with popped collars and khakis. Kyle was wearing the same but you had convinced him that the popped collar was not in, and never would be. 

“Kyle, my man!” Steven Kurt yelled out, lifting his beer in the air and enveloping Kyle into a bro hug. “Just the man I wanted to see! Hey bro, you got any weed?” 

You stiffened as the question hit the air and Kyle coughed loudly before shaking his head. “Na, man. I brought Y/N around, man. You know she doesn’t like for me to sell anymore.” 

Steven and the gang all turned to you as you stood there with your back straight and a fake smile plastered on. Eyes were instantly raking your body up and down and all around as Kyle grabbed two beers from the fridge. 

When Steven was done eyeing you, he smiled and shook his head at Kyle’s hands, before grabbing a red solo cup that they had all been shrouding over, speed walking over to you so he reached you before Kyle. 

“Y/N, a special brew for a special lady.” He bowed slightly, staring you in the eyes all the while, a smirk on his face. 

You grabbed the cup reluctantly so you would not seem rude. Some part of you was hesitant because you didn’t know Steven all that well, but the other part of you that flashed pictures of Kyle’s face when he was begging you to come filled with disappointment made you shrug your shoulders. Steven was Kyle’s friend, and from what you knew pretty cool and he didn’t seem like the type of person to do anything bad.

You brought the cup to your lips and took a large gulp, causing the group of frats to cheer right before Kyle walked over with a worried look and the two beers. 

“What was in that, man?” Kyle yelled to Steven over the yells as you let out a whoop and shook your head from the horrible taste.

Steven shook his head and looked over to Kyle with a smirk as the boys crowded around you, guiding you to the dance floor. “Nothing man, just bourbon and coke.” 

Steven tried to follow but Kyle yanked at his arm. “No, what the fuck man, I know all about your ‘special brews’ and that’s my girlfriend asshole! What was in there?”

“Chill, man!” Steven shoved Kyle off of him and into the island before smirking even more. “You once said what’s yours is ours, right?” And then he sauntered out, leaving Kyle speechless and horrified. 

Half an hour later you were on the dance floor, feeling slightly dizzier than what a half cup of bourbon and coke should have made you feel. Multiple times when you went to the bathroom Kyle had walked over and insisted that you leave the party with him, but you always pushed him away, arguing that he was the reason you were there in the first place. “Lighten up!” You had yelled at him as you sat on the toilet and he sat facing the inside of the shower. “I’m not even drinking a lot, Kyle. I don’t want to get too drunk. Let me have some fun, please honey pot?” 

You eventually left him without an answer. 

But halfway through an incredibly bass-y song you were starting to sweat and lose focus of your eyesight, and you could feel bile swimming up your throat. You stumbled through the crowd, pushing with haste at a familiar boy with curly blond hair who caught you when you almost fell, running to the bathroom. You fell through a white door and fell onto a carpeted floor, throwing up your dinner and a brown substance. You fell to the side of it, as you felt footsteps coming nearer. You slowly regained your vision but your limbs were feeling incredibly numb.

“Aw, fuck Ross, she threw the shit up, what the fuck! You said it would work!” A voice that seemed far away as you tried to move. There was a loud thump and you felt body heat next to you on your vomit. 

“Ew! The fuck, man! It’s a different kind of shit, dick wad! It should still do the trick.”

“Well it better fucking work because I had to knock the shit out of Kyle so he would leave us for a few. He’ll be back, though, I promise. Now go and guard the door. I got a lot for this bitch, walking in wearing that damn outfit knowing that it would make someone horny. She was begging for this to happen.” 

You slowly started to come to your senses, and you tried your best to move, but your body seemed out of your control except for your fingers. There was shuffling and you opened your eyes, just as arms wrapped around you and placed you on something that your body sunk into. A bed that wasn’t yours, with a face above you that was not your boyfriends, slowly tugging at the hem of your romper.

“What the fuck? How do you take this shit off?” Steven, you recognized, was starting to get agitated as he began roughly tugging at the bottom of your romper, and you whimpered as the lace rubbed harshly on your skin as your shoulders began to gain feeling again.

“Steven,” You groaned out as the lace started to scratch too harshly at your skin, making you whimper in pain.

The tall brunette stopped tugging at your romper and shuddered in pleasure and ground his hips into yours, causing tears to prick your eyes. “Fuck, say my name again.” 

“Steven please stop!” You raised your voice the best you could, tears pricking your eyes. 

Steven stopped and growled, suddenly flipping you onto your back, where the button and zipper to your romper were. He started to work on them, ignoring the loud pounds on the wall that had started up. “Don’t cry, Y/N. I know you’ve wanted this for a long time. I see the way you laugh at my jokes, touch my arm, and look me up and down. You want me.” 

Tears began to run down your face at the horrible experience that you were about to go through, hoping that the feeling wouldn’t return to your bottom half. Then suddenly his fingers stopped and there was the sound of another zipper as he started to yank the shoulders of your romper down with one hand.

“HELP!” You gained the courage and energy suddenly, just as the door of the room was thrown open and Steven was suddenly fell to the floor suddenly from the force of you pushing up and the shock of the door banging open. 

He lay on the ground, dick out, just as a blond guy you recognized as Kyle, your boyfriend, ran forward and kicked him square in the side of the face. He yelled something you didn’t quite catch as you fell to the floor as well, your romper halfway down without a care, only the thought of escape on your mind. You dragged yourself with your arms as feeling regained to your thighs.

“What’s mine is mine, Steven. You sick ass bastard.” 

You glanced back quickly, sobs escaping your body, to see that Steven was knocked out cold, and Kyle was advancing at you quickly. You started to hyperventilate slightly, your breathing increasing as you tried to move your knees to get away quickly. 

“Baby, Y/N, it’s me.” Kyle sobbed out, placing his hand on your bare back. 

The touch made you cry harder as you let yourself fall back on the ground to escape his hands. There were loud sobs behind you as you silently cried into the carpet, letting your mouth open in a silent scream. “Y/N please, I’m so sorry I let him touch you. Baby, please it’s me Kyle.” 

The touch returned, this time warmer and calming, and you still sobbed, but did nothing when the fingers traveled to re-button and adjust your romper and close it up. 

The next parts were a blur, and you let yourself black out slightly, and the next thing you knew you were sober, dressed in night wear, and in your bed. You were still crying, but Kyle was sitting at the edge of your bed, scared to touch you, with his own tears climbing down his cheeks.

“K-kyle?” You asked, not meaning for the sobs to start back up. Kyle closed his eyes in pain as he saw the bruises lacing your thighs and the red marks on your shoulders. You hand’t even felt the squeezes that he had been doing on your legs. “Kyle, please just come hug me. I need a hug, bottle baby, please.” 

Kyle cried harder and crawled over to you, gently pulling you into his arms, placing kisses on your head softly. “I’m here, baby. Always, honey sugar. I love you, Y/N. I’m your protector, remember?” 

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Sorry it’s a bit rushed at the end.

Thanks for the request @thoughtfullyyoungduck !! Hope you enjoy!

mikmik121  asked:

I'm sorry but did you totally just reference the best goddamn song in the lion king trilogy in your tags because I thought I was the only one who remembered "he lives in you"

The only one?! What?!

‘He Lives In You’ is the best freaking song in the whole franchise! I don’t care that it’s ‘The Circle of Life’ and ‘Can You Feel The Love Tonight’ that get all the praise for some reason — ‘He Lives In You’ is da best freaking thing!

Like, I can’t even tell which version I love better — the full version of the original or the reprise of the Broadway version — but the chorus at the end of either of them always gives me chills!

And to anyone who has no idea why I’m suddenly ranting like that — do yourself a favor and listen to either (or both) of those versions of the song!

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I don’t know if some of you would hate me for bringing on this, as it has been talked over too much and made too many jokes which are not funny at all, but Wake Me Up When September Ends is one of the songs that got me into Green Day in the first place years ago, and also one of the main reasons that I always get more sentimental when September comes. I could only image what pain Billie has been suffering from because of his loss throughout the years, which, I have the fortune not have to face with. But I hear this song he wrote, it’s so pure, beautiful and heartbreaking.

The Bet

Summary: Y/N tells an embarrassing story about Dean at their wedding and Dean figures out why.

Pairings/Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count 1131

Warnings: Fluff, mention of drinking at a frat party and the consequences that followed (not all of which are bad)

A/N: This was written for @impalaimagining‘s Taylor’s Friends Quote Challenge.  My quote, which is bolded in the fic, was “You’ll always be the guy who peed on me.”  I’ve never really watched Friends but this quote jumped out to me and I wrote the fic and sent it off to my beta who said “The part with the quote… you know that’s basically the plot of the episode, right?”  So, with her help (she truly is the Jensen to my Jared), I came up with another reason someone might get peed on and went with that.  

Oh! Part of the challenge included adding in lines from the Friends theme song.  And I did that!  Those are in italics.  Some (AKA Dean’s opening lines) are from part of the song that wasn’t in the opening credits, but it’s still the Friends theme song!

Anyhow, I got the main plot idea and, apart from that one snafu, it just all came together really quickly.  So enjoy some romantic Dean fluff under the cut.

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House Of Gold

Originally posted by odetotop

Prompt: Dean has a nightmare, and you end up singing him to sleep.
Word Count: 1,214
Fandom: SPN
Note: I got this idea at 2 AM while going on a TOP binge

Your mind slowly woke itself up, against its own will. It forced your eyelids open, no matter how much you wanted them closed. You looked around for the source of what startled your brain awake, only to find out that it was Dean. You groggily stared at him for a moment before realizing what it was. Dean was having one of his nightmares again. As common as it was for him, it still worried you every time it happened.

Your brain felt like it was going through mud, slowly processing everything. Once your brain fully realized what was going on, it sprung into action. You gently started shaking him awake, it usually worked. This time, it seemed as though the nightmare was worse than normal. Like when you get to the Boss Battle at the end of a level, except in a dream state. Your eyebrows furrowed together before you sat up a bit more, scooting closer to him.

“Dean, babe, wake up.” You said, voice still soft and groggy.

“Dean, wake up.” You said again, this time louder than before.

“Dean!” You quietly yelled, not wanting to wake up the other person in the room.

When that didn’t work, your brain decided to resort to the last thing it could think of. Which resulted in you crawling on him, straddling his chest, and slapping him with just enough force to wake him up. He jolted awake, your body being the only thing preventing him from fully sitting up. He looked very clearly confused for a moment, and calmed down once your hand found its way to his cheek. He sighed before rubbing his eyes then looking up at you.

Your eyebrows furrowed together, fear still very evident on his face. You could tell that this was going to be one that he definitely did not want to talk about. You didn’t quite know what his nightmare had been about, but you weren’t going to force him to say anything to you. Though, you did wish that there was something you could do to stop these damn things, but there wasn’t anything. All you could do was be there when he needed you, and that’s exactly what you intended to do.

“Babe, you alright?” You questioned, and he nodded.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, I’m good.” He lied.

“Did you want to talk about it?” You offered, already knowing the answer.

“No, no, I’m good,” He denied, “Don’t worry about it.”

“Let me go get you some water.” You said, beginning to get up before he grabbed your wrist.

“No!” He paused, “No, I’m good. Can you just lay with me?” He asked.

“Of course, anything you need.” You agreed.

Your back rested against the headboard, pillows providing your back a bit of comfort. Dean’s head rested on your stomach, your hand gently playing with his hair. After a moment, he appeared to have calmed down, but you knew better than to assume that. You also knew that if you pushed him to tell you something, it’d do the opposite. One of his hands held your other one, with a comfortable silence filling the air.

After a moment he began to speak, which surprised your greatly. Usually when the nightmares are that bad, he doesn’t speak of it. He’d eventually drift off back to sleep, and then apologize for waking you up in the morning. Apparently this dream had to do with you dying, which has been a frequent event in his dreams lately. He didn’t give out any other information than that. You kissed the top of his head, since that was the only part of him you could get to without inconveniencing the both of you.

“Well, it’ll take a lot more than a creature of Hell to send my stubborn ass to the grave.” You joked and you felt him smile a little.

“Yeah…” He trailed off, obviously holding back from saying something else.

“You should go back to sleep, you need the rest.” You urged.

“I don’t want to dream that again, or lose you.” He confessed a little.

“Well, I’m not going anywhere.” You reassured.

“I’ll go back to sleep on one condition.” He bargained.

“And what’s that?” You questioned.

“Sing for me?” He asked.

“I’m terrible, besides, what song would I even sing anyway?” He began making up excuses.

“I dunno,” He shrugged, “But you’ve sang to be once before.”

You sighed, staying silent for a moment before agreeing to it. If it would help him sleep, then you decided that were more than willing to do it. You took a deep breath, trying to think of a song to sing to him. You decided on the one you sang to him before, House Of Gold by Twenty One Pilots. Of course, instead of screaming that one part, you’d still be singing softly. You tapped a beat with one of your fingers for a moment before beginning to sing.

“She asked me, ‘Son, when I grow old, will you buy me a house of gold? And when your father turns to stone, will you take care of me?’”

Your mother had sung you a song with a similar beat when you were younger, which is why you liked this song so much. Well, one of the reasons, anyway. You continued the song as you brought your mind closer to it’s thoughts. Your mother had died some time ago on a hunt, a fate that was ever present for hunters. While she wasn’t exactly the best mother in the world, she wasn’t the worst either.

“Let’s say we up and left this town, and turned our future upside down. We’ll make pretend that you and me, lived ever after happily.”

Most of the hunters you knew or grew up with always ended up dying on a hunt. That was one of the reasons why you were so reluctant to get close to either of them. Dean was the one that changed your mind, and manged to wiggle his way into your heart. So, with the two of them, your guard was always down. While Dean could start the most ridiculous fights some times, neither of them had ever done anything to hurt you.

“And since we know that dreams are dead, and life turns plans up on their head; I will plan to be a bum, so I just might become someone.”

You could feel his breathing slow, and you could tell he had fallen asleep. You were glad, he’d hardly gotten any sleep between his nightmares and you were beginning to get worried. You just hoped he wouldn’t have any more of those, at least not tonight. You wiggled yourself a little lower so that you were fully on the bed, and not propped up against the headboard. Now, Dean’s head rested on your chest instead of your stomach.

“I will make you queen of everything you see, I’ll put you on the map, I’ll cure you of disease.”

You studied Dean for a moment after you finished singing the song. You were making sure that he was okay before you went back to sleep yourself. After you were sure that he was alright, you closed your own eyes. The idea of sleep luring your mind into it’s dream state.

Mind at Work - Peter Parker

Alright, I’m going to try and write this in Peter’s perspective.
Fic #5 of the Hamilton Prompts
Song: The Schuyler Sisters

My Dearest, Y/N,

I don’t remember the first that we met, but I do remember the first time I knew that I loved you. We were paired up in American History, which was good, because I needed help focusing, and you were nothing if not a sureness I could focus on. 

Our teacher, Ms. Darling, was obsessed with the musical, Hamilton. Which was good, because I was, too. When you quoted Hamilton lyrics to me, I knew that we were meant to be. But it was much more than just quoting it. 

We were working on our project, when one of the swimming boys, Gary Webber (Yes, pun intended), came up to you. You were still new, having only moved here late last year. Everyone was interested in you.

Excuse me, Y/N,” he said. “I know it’s not funny, but your perfume smells like your daddy’s got money.” I remember the look of shock on your face. I know you shouldn’t have looked so beautiful when you were affronted, but you did. You always did. 

“Excuse me?” you said. Everyone in the class was learning Hamilton lyrics in class, and it was no secret that you loved it, but this was a pathetic attempt. (In my humble opinion.)

Why you slummin’ in the city in your fancy heels, you searchin’ for an urchin who can give you ideals?” You smiled a little, and I worried that you maybe liked him. Especially when you started to play along.

“Webber, you disgust me.”

“Ah,” he said, his sick smirk growing larger. “So you’ve discussed me.”

“Not really.”

Hey, I’m a trust fund baby, you can trust me.” It seemed like you had been rolling your eyes the entire time, but in this moment, they went back even further.

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“I’m not. I’ve been watching you all class.” He leaned over our shared table and beamed at you. (In a disgust manner, no doubt.) This was the key moment that I fell pretty much head over heels for you. 

“You know what I’ve been doing in class? I’ve been reading Common Sense by Thomas Paine. Some men say that I’m intense or I’m insane. You want a revolution, I want a revelation, so listen to my declaration. We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal, and when I meet Thomas Jefferson - I’ma compel him to include women in the sequel!”

WORK!” I shouted. You looked at me and laughed. I was always impressed by the fact that you memorized the song so well. Clearly, Gary had not been as prepared as you and looked mostly confused. You rolled your eyes again and sat down next to me.

“Go away, Webber,” you said. I winked at him, because for some reason I felt pride in you, and in that moment I wanted him to know it, too. He slumped away and you sighed, before getting back to our work.

“I’m sorry about that,” I said after a few minutes.

“Why?” you asked.

“Because Gary is an asshole.” You smiled at me, and I melted. 

“It’s not your fault. But thank you. Thanks for singing along,” you said, looking down at your paper. I smiled, and probably blushed, but you weren’t looking so who cares. 

“Of course. I’m always down to sing Hamilton lyrics.” You smiled at me once more and I knew that I couldn’t not do anything. But I waited patiently.

One day in class, when Kyle Backen actually answered a question, you leaned into me to whisper, “Look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now.” And when someone made a joke about our city, I leaned in to your shoulder and said, “In the greatest city in the world!” 

You would always say, because the incident with Gary Webber happened in different instances, with different boys, with different levels of success, that you were looking for a mind at work. So every time that I thought of a lyric, or something witty to say, I would say it, just to impress you. 

I hope that I did that. I hope that you think about me as much as I do. I hope you consider my mind a mind at work. 

What I really mean, is, Y/N, since this letter is addressed to you, and I’ve only been telling a story, I really like you. And I know you only see me as a friend. (If even) But I would love to get to know you better. 

So, Y/N, will you go out with me? If not, I hope that we can still be friends, because I cherish our friendship. But I would be remiss if I didn’t at least tell you.

-Peter Parker (American History)-

Prince On Every Tour: Parade

Alright peoples. It’s been a little bit since the last POET post (heh, I love that the acronym for this series is a real word). I intended to watch and rate my enjoyment today, but last night I somehow ended up watching the entire show. If you happen to be one of the few who pay attention to anything I do here (and I LOVE you for it because honestly, I am a real mess), you’ll know that I also just watched the Detroit ‘86 birthday show at the Cobo Arena while physically in Detroit this past Friday. Two shows in one. With that, here we are. Our next stop(s) on the POET train:

PARADE. DETROIT/STOCKHOLM. JUNE 7/AUGUST 22, 1986. LET’S GET INTO IT.

Originally posted by stephaniejuhnay

Overview:
Oh Parade Prince. Probably amongst the most infuriating iterations of our beloved Prince. He is so unapologetically arrogant and there is nothing any of us can do about it. He changed up on us in a major way after cutting the PR tour short and putting out ATWIAD so quickly afterwards. 11 months after that, this man has another album AND feature film. Visually, he has forgone the curls that are near and dear to my heart for short, slickback that I cannot argue with. And it might have left some of us confused, shocked, wondering why he would take a complete left when the PR era was still in full swing. It’s because he could. He’d made it to megastardom and afforded him the flexibility he needed to REALLY throw us for some loops. This was the time for him to push the boundaries of his creativity in his music and his visual presentation of himself without too much worry of how it would be received. He already had us, and he knew it. 

Parade Prince is that guy that knows he’s fine, that knows YOU know he’s fine, and will exploit it to no end. Because no matter how much you might protest to his face, the reality is this: the the moment he makes eye contact with you during that particularly rude rendition of Do Me, Baby, you both are fully aware that you will be patiently waiting for him in his limo at the direction of his security guard after the show. Against all better judgments. And he delights in the fact that you (try to) resist him. He loves the conquest, especially when he knows he wins. It’s fine. Let him win. Enjoy the life changing. Cherish it for the rest of your life thereafter.

ESSENTIALLY, that is what the entire Parade era is. Prince having a grand ol’ time as he quite literally does whatever he wants with no regard for our sanity. Meanwhile, we just try to pick up the pieces of our life as he continues to ruin it with each new era he ushers in. He’s running around looking like a vision out of a 1940′s noir, giving us new music that is very different but oh so great, throwing hip chains into a crowd of unsuspecting onlookers after what might be the most infuriating performance of Head known to us, and we are expected to deal with it. As if Purple Rain didn’t just take place. And no matter which side of the spectrum we fell on when it came to this new era - utterly opposed or completely on board -  we were still here for it in some way, willingly or begrudgingly. Just like he knew we would.

Originally posted by onlyprincegifs

Prince starts these shows shirtless, so you know you’re in for a ride. ATWIAD is GREAT live and a great song to open up with. It set the pace for the rest of the show: fun and full of grooves. And he does not hesitate to get into them. Christopher Tracy’s Parade, New Position, I Wonder U, Raspberry Beret are all in the first 15 minutes. We get songs spanning his entire career up to that point in both shows, and he is well aware of the fact that he has HITS ya understand? 

His confidence has transformed into unabashed cockiness ( *sings* I ain’t go no money - THAT’S A LIE). It’s in the way he moves, the way he sings, the way he plays with the audience, everything. I’m frustrated just sitting here thinking about it all. And yet, here I am, unable to resist the overwhelming charm of Parade Prince. One, because his face. Two, he’s earned it if we want to be 100. The boy has put in insane work, and it finally skyrocketed with PR. Now he gets to enjoy it all. He deserves to be gassed. We’ll allow it.

Boyfriend didn’t get sloppy or plateau here either when he probably could have gotten away with it. A true professional, after having reached that level of stardom but deciding not to just phone it in or coast. Production value is still great, although less busy than the PR tour. No poles to slide down on, no bathtubs to take a shower of pearls in. Costumes are still great, albeit, again, not as busy as PR. Band is even tighter now with the expanded Revolution. Their sound is more dynamic with the addition of Eric “Sith” Leeds, Atlanta Bliss, and Atlanta’s God-awful ponytail. He was playin’ tho, so I’ll relax about it. They have proven that when it came time to execute on stage, they could handle the constant changes in sound and personnel quite well. But again, testament to his leadership and dedication to excellence. 

Then there is the addition of official dancers in Jerome, Wally, and Greg. I know some may have felt “but why” about them, but man, do they add a really fun element to the show! We have full on routines now folks, and there are few things I love more than to see Prince work it out on stage in a routine. Yes, we saw some minor coordinated steps previously, but we hadn’t really had routines. With these three though, we see choreo that gives the show some more life,  Prince being part of some of them (the 1999 album medley in which they did the PR balcony dance to Lady Cab Driver is A+), and even incorporating the band into them. It’s a real treat. 

Originally posted by jennymaran

Favorite Number:
There are a few numbers I love from this tour. Detroit clearly has some great ones. Controversy/Mutiny is ALWAYS a fave, if not for the fact that they are good songs, then for the dancing during those numbers. Head…for very obvious reasons. It is already a jam, and Prince decides he has to one up himself every time he decides to perform it live. Of the four Parade shows I’ve seen, Detroit’s Head is by far the best. Paris gets an honorable mention though because there is a breath hitch that stopped me cold in my figurative tracks. It was…so authentic. Even if it wasn’t. Life Can Be So Nice was also another jam from the Detroit show, which was a nice surprise for me because it isn’t my fave from Parade. In the end though, I can confidently say that Pop Life is my favorite number from this show. I adore the live arrangement of this song so much. And he is incredibly cute during that performance, so there’s that. 

Stockholm’s lineup is very similar to this one. But instead of Mutiny (sad about it), we get 17 Days, which, surprisingly I really enjoyed. 17 Days is one of my favorite songs ever, but it’s one of the few I prefer the studio version over the live version. It’s perfect the way it is, and for some reason, to me, the live versions don’t really capture the magic of that song for me. However, this one came close. And throwing in the I Wanna Be Your Lover instrumental at the end was a nice touch. However, vocally, visually….Do Me, Baby wins. It’s a song that P can never not SANG on, so it usually wins vocally for me. But then the addition of the horns and the breakdown at the end just really pushed me over the edge. 

I would like to give a shoutout though to that 1999 album medley I mentioned earlier because it JAMMED and I might have yelled when I heard Automatic. Also Anotherloverholenyohead from this show was phenomenal and deserves to be mentioned. Lisa unleashed an insane piano solo that really showed off her skills. The girl is bad.


Favorite Outfit:
While I do love Prince in a crop-top, I am a huge proponent of the suits from this era. Even the unforgivable shoulder pads aren’t enough to deter me. Something about Prince in a tie….. The yellow suit from Detroit is iconic. Period. In Stockholm we were greeted with a nice blue one. Both 100 cuts above. Honorable mention to the polka dot vest from both shows. The man looks like a 5 course meal in polka dots. 

Originally posted by jayswain72

Still Would Rating: Angrily. Begrudgingly. Without a shadow of a doubt and no hesitation, honey. 

Overall Rating: If you’re looking for something to lift your spirits and also groove extra hard to, either of these shows are what you need. His carefree spirit during them is contagious, and you can’t help but share in the joy he puts on display. He’s serving us some LOOKS, some ridiculous and quite frankly irresponsible onstage antics, and some of my favorite music from him (I adored both ATWIAD and Parade). As the creator of the gif directly above so eloquently put it: “ Yellow suit and the band were rocking. What’s not to like?” Indeed. 

PREVIOUSLY, PURPLE RAIN                                            NEXT UP, SOTT

anonymous asked:

Ooh i love rick and baby morty headcanons so here's one: whenever rick would visit in secret, and morty would cry/whine/ect and almost wake up the family, rick would sing "get schwifty" and it calmed morty down a lot for some reason. So in the ep "get schwifty" he chooses to sing that song bc he knows it will calm morty down bc he's panicking like always. If u notice in the episode morty calms down as soon as rick starts singing

Awww this is really sweet actually, I like it

Patchwork Staccato
Sans
Patchwork Staccato

i can explain.mp3

so one night I decided it was a good idea to take a break from working on the Happiness AU for a night, and so I checked out the Sans/Alphys tag on AO3 just out of curiosity. I found this fic that killed me inside and for some reason I thought of this song

the fic itself is more of a Kagerou Daze situation (except it’s very one-sided because each time always ends with the same person dying and there’s no way out of that)?? but I can’t really do that song because, well, someone else beat me to it. but at least we get to keep the PDX wave going

ust: athilove 101

anonymous asked:

songs that remind you of your otp?

Ahh this is a tough one anon. But I have a few. Hmm let’s see.

To me, Kaisoo is a perfect combination of romance, angst and sexual tension. So something sensual and very sexy always tends to remind me of them.

Love in the sky – The Weeknd. Favorite. I can listen to this song on repeat and never tire it. It was actually some of the inspiration behind the dialogue in Delirium. (If anyone could figure that out) xD

There are too many sensual songs, so I’m just going to list one and let that be it. We’d be here all day. I’m a smut writer and yes, I have a long playlist. (dm me if you want the playlist)


When I’m in a romantic mood, there are a few songs that remind me of kaisoo:

You – Jesse Powell. Love this song, its so beautiful. Its a nice slow jam that I feel resonates with them and I can also relate to the song personally.

Nothing In This World – Keke Wyatt and Avant. I adore this song. I love everything about it. It’s nice to listen to and reminds me of kaisoo.

Don’t Let Go – En Vogue. This reminds me of Kaisoo so much. The lyrics. omg. Here is the opening:

What’s it gonna be
‘Cause I can’t pretend
Don’t you want to be more than friends
Hold me tight and don’t let go


Now the angst part of kaisoo is just so heart wrenching. I have a few songs that remind me of kaisoo for this too:

Climax – Usher. Ugh, there is so much I could say about this song. I mean its Usher and I love him, and this song gets me emotional.

Emotional – Carl Thomas. Speaking of emotional. lol. I really love this song since I was younger and kaisoo reminds me of this.

Pretty Wings – Maxwell. I will admit, this song has made me cry being in a similar situation. And for some reason, it just reminds me of kaisoo.


This post is getting pretty long, so I’ll stop here. But there are so many songs that remind me of kaisoo. Since I listen as I write, I typically end up associating a song to the fic I’m writing, and in turn, it reminds me of kaisoo. It always happens. But there are times when I hear a song, and instantly, kaisoo pops into my head…then again, when am I not thinking about kaisoo? Lol. Thank you for the question anon!

Reasons I Adore: Ryota

Baby faced vocal time! He’s been gaining some popularity lately which is great but I love the boy for some other reasons.

Vocal Sweetie

While his partner in GENE Ryuto has a stronger more developed voice Ryota adds a sweet tone to the songs. One that brings a lightness and fresh feeling to them. He continues to shine more and more in the new songs especially in ballads as they showcase his tones the best. Sora being one of the most recent ones to wow me with how much this boy has grown since VBA.

Fan Fanatic

During the tours Ryota is always sneaking around the venue to find fans and see how close he can get to them without being noticed. He really has a special love for the fans of GENE and wants to share with them as much as he can. He loves to see the fans happy and does what he can to make all of us smile.

Baby but not the baby?

When showing GENE to friends most when they see Ryota all assume he’s the youngest of the group but he’s the third youngest (still young but not Reo status). I love that he can still fit in with the babies of the group and be shy and cute but he can also switch to join the rude older members. I love that we get so many sides of him as he tends to be one of the shyer members.

Online review of captain babysitters


As requested by anon. :)


Previously, we looked at the reviews written by hapless human parents about Quincy babysitters. But what if they instead hired the shinigami captains to watch their kids? What kinds of reviews might be left then?


1. Ukitake

Ukitake is great with kids, and the kids loved him! He played all of their favorite games, told them great stories, and even came with a basket of candy! My kids cannot stop talking about him!

However, I had to take off one star because he collapsed mid-evening and had to be rushed to the emergency room. Apparently that happens to him a lot.

4/5 stars, would recommend if there’s an emergency room nearby and your kids know how to dial 911


2. Komamura

you have to prepare yourself if you hire this dude he shows up in a GIANT REALISTIC WOLF SUIT and yeah, i know - why would you hire a guy who wears a giant realistic wolf suit?

but komamura was actually really great - very polite, very well-spoken, very good with the kids who loved having a ‘giant puppy’ as a baby sitter

plus like my kids now keep talking about how ‘everyone is beautiful’ and how animals and humans both deserve respect and i dunno i like giant wolf guy

so like don’t believe what you read onlne about furries theyre all right


3. Soi Fon

I would NOT recommend this babysitter.

She made my children do “ninja training drills” all evening, whatever those are. My son was in TEARS saying how she told him that snacks were “weakness personified.” They were CHIPS. HEALTHY CHIPS

My daughter meanwhile keeps throwing paper ninja stars at things. I don’t know WHERE she keeps getting them or WHY she’s so good at it but it is really starting to concern me.


4. Gin

Pros: My kids really loved him. They said he was “fun.”

Cons: He’s super creepy. Like, so creepy. Like, when I look at him all I can think about are snakes and I don’t know why. Also ever since he left, my kids will not stop “pranking” me and it’s driving me nuts and I think it’s his fault. I hate him. Do not hire him. Do not. Please. He’s so creepy.


5. Kyoraku

Hire if you want a babysitter who is very relaxed and chill - some babysitters get very anxious about watching somebody else’s kids but not this guy. He’s obviously been doing this a long time because he was very comfortable. Also he had a bunch of children’s games prepared. The shadow one seems a little weird but my kids liked it so I guess it’s okay.


6. Kenpachi

Do. Not. Under. Any. Circumstance. Hire. This. Man. He showed up with a sword and asked which of my kids was the STRONGEST! After that I don’t know because I slammed and locked the door and missed my play.


7. Kurotsuchi

Never actually hired this babysitter I just want to warn other parents about his “vetting” process. Usually we parents interview the babysitter and not vice versa but this babysitter had a very long questionnaire that he required the parents to fill out and I got very bad vibes from it. Like, it asked if my kids had any “special abilities.” What does that even mean? Susie is good at soccer so I put that. Anyway, I filled out the questionnaire against my better judgment and you know what happened? He said that HE wasn’t interested because my kids were not “special” enough. What the fuck. What the actual fuck. My kids are very special fuck you man.


8. Hitsugaya

Personally I am okay with younger babysitters - like some teens like to babysit to make extra money and that is okay. But twelve is too young. And when I politely told Hitsugaya that he was too young to watch my kids he got really upset. “I am not twelve!” Yeah, sure, your childish tantrum is very convincing you twelve year old. 


9. Aizen

Fantastic babysitter. Organized, polite, responsible. He had a detailed plan for the evening which was maybe a little too detailed, but I guess that just means he’s well prepared. The only thing I would caution is that he’ll call YOU when he thinks it’s time for you to have another date night and that’s a little weird.


10. Shinji

Shinji is the best for real. Very silly, very funny, really great with kids. He apparently told silly stories and played dress up and helped my kids do handstands. My son wants to wear ties all the time now - so adorable!!!


11. Unohana

I have never been a fan of babysitters who just want the kids to like them. That’s important of course, but some babysitters will let the kids get away with anything. One babysitter I had in the past let my kids eat candy for dinner. They were sick all night, of course. Ridiculous.

That is why Unohana is so great. She’s kind but firm, and she has such an air of authority that my kids obeyed her and did not try to get away with stuff as they normally do. Plus, she has first aid training which is fantastic. 

The only thing is that her bedtime stories are apparently really violent and involve a lot of murder. Which is weird, but everything else is so good and my kids didn’t seem to mind so I think it is okay.


12. Tosen

don’t be put off that he’s blind it doesn’t make him any less good at watching the kids. he talked a lot in the interview about how fair he is. that is very important to him. so very very important.

anyway my kids talk about justice a lot now


13. Kensei

Yelling “SMILE YOU HAVE A BABYSITTER” is not an appropriate way to greet children. Would not hire again.


14. Yamamoto

I don’t mean to be ageist but I was a little worried when a very very old man showed up. what if he died while watching my kids?? And my kids say he did fall asleep partway through so that’s not good. But my kids did enjoy braiding his eyebrows and beard and he kept the bows in all night so that was nice.

3/5 stars 


15. Rose

He brought instruments and taught my kids a bunch of songs. They had a great time!! Also they keep talking about their muse lol 


16. 
Byakuya

My kids love Byakuya!!! They love how funny he is - he’s always asking them silly questions like “Did you steal those goldfish from your neighbor’s pond” and making up silly rules like “Please don’t create any secret passageways in the walls I hate it when children do that.” They laughed and laughed! And do not even get me started on that silly “Admiral Seaweed” puppet he has - he pretends to be so serious about it and my kids just ROAR with laughter!

For some reason he won’t return my calls to come back but seriously he’s great.

anonymous asked:

Hi :) Why do you like German as much as you like it? I just started learning it, because one of my friends is moving to Germany bc of her bf and I want to visit here there :)

There are so many reasons why I love German, I hope I didn’t leave anything out of this haha.

In no particular order!

I like the way it sounds. People often think that German is harsh sounding. German doesn’t sound as harsh as people make it seem. Some nice sounding German words include Liebe, Katze, lila and many more.There are lots of examples of songs in German, including Disney songs, which show that German is a very pretty language.

I like how nouns are always capitalised in German. I think this is kind of an odd reason but for some reason seeing a capital in the middle of the sentence draws my attention and makes sure I don’t get distracted with whatever I’m reading. It also makes me aware of words which are nouns. I don’t really think about that in English so in fact it improves my English because I’m more aware of which words are nouns.

Continuing with the grammar theme, German grammar is so wild. I love the German cases a lot because they’re something that seems so difficult to you at first, but now I know what case to use automatically and I feel like I’ve accomplished something. Then there’s the prepositions and German seems to have a load of prepositions compared to English and it can be kind of confusing because you won’t know which prepositions take which case at first but once you learn them it seems so satisfying to me to know the right case straight away. There seems to be some sort of stereotype that languages with cases are ridiculously difficult but it just requires practice!

(I’M SO SORRY IF I’M MAKING GERMAN SOUND RIDICULOUSLY COMPLICATED oops)

I love German conjunctions so much. Word order stays the same with coordinating conjunctions but with subordinating conjunctions the verb goes to the end and I just find that really cool. I’m sure the word order probably annoys a lot of people but I find it a very unique word order compared to English.

German has really cool words. Kühlschrank is german for fridge. It is made up of two words. Kühl means cool and Schrank means cupboard. The literal meaning is cool cupboard. That’s just really cool, how could you not love German!

German also has so many words that we don’t have in English.One of my favourites is Fernweh which is a longing for far-off places or feeling homesick for a place you have never been to. That word describes how I feel about Germany haha

I’m going to finish this now because this is already super long but I think it’s super sweet that you are learning German because you want to visit your friend. I hope you have fun when you visit her in Germany and I hope you’ll fall in love with the German language like I have. <3

Calum??

For some reason, whenever I listen to Story of Another Us, Calum’s voice takes me by surprise at the beginning. I don’t know why. His voice is just beautiful to me, always has been since I joined the 5SOS fam way back in 2013.
And have you LISTENED to Invisible?? That song gets to me every time I hear it. It gives me chills.

And y'all, it always makes me wonder why he sang it by himself. Maybe they just decided it suited him? I don’t know. But I’m not complaining. His voice is absolutely amazing and anyone who doesn’t think so can fight me.