this song was too perfect not to use for them

Finish What You Started

Word count: 1128

Genre: Suggestive

Plot summary: You’re practicing your dance for a competition in the studio when your friend Yugyeom comes in, and things get a little heated.

You looked up at the clock for what seemed like the hundredth time since you had begun practicing. You arrived at the dance studio at 5 pm and it had been 4 hours of non-stop dancing. Having a competition coming up, you couldn’t settle for anything less than perfect and you still hadn’t reached that level yet. “God damn it! Why can’t I get right?” You sighed in frustration. A slight knock on the door redirected your attention before it opened wide, revealing your friend Yugyeom.

“Need some help?” He asked with a smug look on his face.

Yugyeom was a close friend, he had always been very nice to you, but when it came to dancing, the boy was too damn cocky. You rolled your eyes at his question and mumbled an almost inaudible “No, thanks”. You heard his footsteps coming closer and he sat down in front of you as if waiting for you to start dancing. Knowing Yugyeom, you knew he wouldn’t leave until he got what he wanted so you decided to just ignore him and continue practicing. You cued the song and let your body move to the melody, using every inch of passion you had in you to perfect the dance you knew oh-so-well. When you finished, you looked up hesitantly at Yugyeom whose mouth was wide open and staring at you in awe. He stood up and looked you directly in the eye: “That was amazing.”

He took off his jacket and threw it on the couch before continuing, “The only thing though is that you’re too stiff. You need to loosen up a bit, and you’ll totally blow them away.”

“And how am I supposed to do that?” You huffed in annoyance.

He replaced your iPhone with his and scrolled through his playlist, searching for an upbeat song to dance to. He settled on one from Chris Brown, obviously.

“Watch and learn, sweetheart.” He smirked at you.

He began freestyling while you stood there with your arms crossed, admiring how his moves could be this awesome without him even trying. You had to admit he was born to be a dancer and a hell of a good one at that. You envied him for being so effortlessly perfect when you had to practice for hours to get the moves down. You had never been good at improvising, unlike him. He pushed his hair back and signaled you to join him. You shook your head vigorously, knowing you would just embarrass yourself, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He took your hand in his and guided you. You followed his lead, feeling your cheeks heating up at the proximity of your sweaty bodies. After the first two songs, you decided to follow his advice and let loose. You let your body do all the work while you just enjoyed the moment. It felt so relaxing like you were letting go of all your worries in one powerful dance. You looked up at Yugyeom and wrapped your arms around his neck. It took him a few moments before he reacted, circling your waist with his muscular arms. You smiled through the hug and whispered “thank you Yuggy” in his ear before pulling away from him. You were going to get your water bottle when you heard the first notes to Partition by Beyoncé.

“Omg, I love this song! How did you know?”

You turned around and made your way back to the center of the room. In no time, you began the choreography you had mastered a few months back while Yugyeom sat back on the couch in the corner of the room, admiring the view of you dancing. You decided to spice things up a bit and dance as if he was your audience. The choreography was quite provocative and you knew it, curious to see his reaction. You couldn’t deny that Yugyeom was a very attractive guy and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about you two as more than friends. You saw him gulp as he realized your intentions and shift in his seat. You bit your lip in satisfaction as you came closer and closer to him. You saw something shift in his eyes, the discomfort being taken over by lust. When you finally straddled his lap, you both couldn’t take the tension anymore. He pulled your face close to his and connected his lips with yours. He squeezed your butt and you let out a gasp, giving him time to slip his tongue into your mouth. His hands found their way to your hips as you moved back and forth, desperate for his touch on your skin. You broke the kiss and took off his shirt as he smiled at you mischievously.

“Tsk tsk tsk, so eager for me babygirl. But you won’t get what you want just yet, you were a tease and Daddy doesn’t like being teased.”

You felt a shiver go down your spine in expectation and excitement. He slowly took off your shirt, making sure to “accidentally” brush his fingers against your skin multiple times. You squirmed under his touch, even if he hadn’t done anything yet. He turned you around, making you lie down on the couch in only your bra and shorts. He climbed on top of you, eyeing you lustfully as he licked his lips. He attacked your neck with kisses, sucking and biting at the skin. You closed your eyes at the pleasurable pain and knew you’d have to deal with hickeys in the morning. He started going down your body, sucking and biting at the skin, never breaking eye contact with you. You heard a knock on the door soon followed by a voice.

“Hey, are you done in there? We’re gonna be closing up soon.”

You broke out of your trance and looked up at Yugyeom as you both broke into fits of laughter. You were both thinking the same thing: what a way to ruin the moment. You put your shirt back on as Yugyeom did the same. You were about to leave, uncomfortable with engaging a conversation with him when you felt him grabbing you by the wrist. You turned around, eyes staring at the ground. His fingers tilted your chin up as he kissed you passionately.

“Now gorgeous, you should finish what you started. You shouldn’t leave a man hanging like that. Be at my place in 15, I’ll be waiting. Oh, and we should this more often.”

He winked at you before exiting. You released a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in. You skipped to the door and made your way over to his place, exalted to find out what he had in store for you.

—————————————————— Open for requests💕 ~Gifs aren’t mine, all credits go to the rightful owners~

anonymous asked:

do you have any chardee headcanons? chardee and macdennis are the only things cheering me up right now tbh.

I don’t really ship chardee all that much but these are some hcs I have for them:

  • Charlie is the only one out of the gang with perfect attendance to every Dee Day. 
  • nothing helps with boosting Dee’s self esteem more than a compliment from Charlie - she always knows from the earnest look in his eyes that he’s completely sincere.
  • after being subjected to one too many Grilled Charlies, Dee buys a cookbook for him. Sometimes she’ll let him use her kitchen for trying out recipes, which she helps him read.
  • Charlie has a large collection of songs about Dee, with subjects ranging from the way her hair shines under the dim lights at Paddy’s to the birdlike squawks she makes when she’s frustrated.
IxxP Aesthetic

One for the misfits.

INFP: Industrial ruins offering glimpses into a post-apocalyptic world where slowly, but inevitably, wild grasses will softly bury everything until the sun will engulf the earth and the universe will implode. Getting lost in the streets of an unfamiliar town, door creaking as you enter the messiest antiquarian bookshop imaginable and are greeted with a kind smile. Wooden merry-go-rounds with hand-carved horses, hand-cranked organ playing circus tunes. Ten-page letters never sent, messages in a bottle found a hundred years later. An abandoned train station in the middle of nowhere where maybe the ghost of the porter is forever waiting for passengers he knows will not arrive. Being careful to avoid an audible click between tracks so to not ruin that well-nigh perfect transition between songs as you record a mixtape onto cassette. Modern-day hand bookbinders and watchmakers. That one good line from that awful poem you wrote in seventh grade. Everything cringeworthy about your favorite band’s first demo tape.

INTP: Home plastered with whiteboards, fridge-freezer door painted with chalkboard paint for good measure so you can deal with your brainstorms whenever you have them. Chindōgu, the Japanese art of coming up with creative solutions to minor everyday annoyances that are ultimately useless because people would be too embarrassed to use them, such as the famous noodle splash guard. Fringe sports. Like curling. Disc golf. Or robot soccer. The USS Enterprise-shaped pizza cutter. Setting Wikipedia’s Randompage as your homepage, never getting started on anything because you keep clicking the hyperlinks in the articles. Avoiding TV Tropes for the very reason. Getting unexpectedly invested in the debate when it comes to footnotes vs. endnotes. Wanting to learn Elvish but getting stuck when you can’t decide between Quenya and Sindarin. Also maybe wanting to learn stenography. Or steganography. Or how to play the contrabass balalaika.

ISTP: Blue jeans, white shirt, vintage leather jacket. Wishing the multiplayer trend in gaming would go away because you like the sense of personal responsibility found in a classic adventure but getting really competitive at Mario Kart. Cherry pit spitting. Building your own bed frame out of recycled pallets. Wearing your battle scars with pride. That one delinquent character in a highschool anime setting with the key to the forbidden rooftop. Just… sitting on rooftops. When the silence between two people isn’t awkward at all but feels natural for once. Knees grazed from skateboarding, callused fingers from playing guitar. Collecting vintage horror pulp zines. Or baseball cards. Or pocket knives. Tinkering things apart and putting them back together again to see how they work. Patching up your worn-out combat boots with shoe goo to grant them another chance at life. The rewarding view from the summit after a particularly challenging hike.

ISFP:
Those utterly perfect movie scenes. Like when Luke Skywalker gazes into Tatooine’s evening sky, Binary Sunsets is playing, and nothing fucking happens but you feel that this, this is the very moment he realizes he might just be stuck on that dead-ass planet for the rest of his life and he’s mourning the life he’ll never have, or maybe he’s actually deciding he’s indeed made for greater things, who knows, but the sheer significance is there for everyone to forever burn onto their retinas. You know the scenes. Not being intimidated by an empty canvas but excited about the unlimited possibilities contained within. Decorating your dorm room with washi tape. Meticulously consistent editing of pictures so to not disrupt the flow of your Instagram feed. The plethora of colours light shines onto a soap bubble. Bath bombs. Sidewalk chalk. Not necessarily studying but always stocking up on cute stationery. Having strong opinions on the fonts used in movie end credits (Wes Anderson has a thing for Futura, by the way). The brand of escapism embodied in a Lana Del Rey video.
Rated B


Chapter 1: Friendly Skies

You never ask for it too happen. It just kinda does. You meet someone and they show you all these things. They make you feel things that you’ve never felt or thought you couldn’t feel. You’re falling in love.

Falling in love can be the sweetest thing ever. It happens often when we least expect it. You find yourself constantly thinking about them. Every song reminds you of him. You wonder what they doing and you smile when a text or call comes in from them.

It’s like having the perfect love. You plan for the future and wish nothing but everlasting love. It’s amazing how quickly loves takes us on a journey of passion. Here’s my story.

I can hear my heart beating through skin. The wind is running through my body. It’s the first time in a long time I’ve felt anything aside from pain and misery.

I can see the water. It looks dark. I close my eyes and brace myself. I hit the water hard. I can feel pain shot through my body. It feels like needles are stabbing me everywhere. Everything turns dark and I feel nothing but coldness. Slowly my mind begins to relieve the moments that led me too this particular moment right here.

Six Months Earlier……..

I hurried through the airport. I was rushing towards the terminal. I had been in Chicago for the last two weeks visiting family and I was eager to get back to my life. The last two weeks had been good to me family wise. So I was definitely ready to get back Ronny home  and celebrate with some various different activities.

I made it through security finally. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw it was my assistant calling. He probably wanted to fill me in on some pressing matters. I hit answer and put the phone to my ear.

Me: This is Beckham.

He instantly started to fill me in on various different things that required my attention once I got back in town. He made sure I was always well informed of everything.

As he gave me an earful of information, my mind began to instantly process everything. Somewhere in the mix I stopped really paying attention to my surroundings. I bumped into someone.

Me: I’m sorry.

As I said it I made eye contact with the person. He was very attractive. This gorgeous mocha colored Latino man these pretty dark eyes. He smiled at me and gave me a slight head nod. It was a simple gesture but his looks had me.

I kept walking while listening to my assistant. Part of me wanted to stop and turn around and let this man have his way with me. Of course I couldn’t actually do that. I have more pressing issues waiting on me back home and I am not the hoe type.

My call ended with my assistant . I found a seat to relax in until the plane started boarding. As I sat there I couldn’t help but feel blessed. Here I am at 27 years old, I head up several high end high rise condos and apartment in the state of Texas.

My name is Beckham Anthony. I am a the regional property manager for Fairchild Properties . Fairchild is pretty much like Trump Towers. Only the best of the best can afford them. The Fairchild family are from Europe where the dominate the market. They have properties in New York, California, Florida Georgia, and Texas. I oversee all of the Texas properties.

I pulled my iPad out and began to go over some documents. Just as I was starting to really get into my zone, the phone rang. My phone is always ringing. I looked at the caller ID. My best friend Dominik was calling. We had been friends for a eight years now. I never thought I would be friends with a straight guy until I met Dominik.

Me: wassup son.

Dominik: So tell me why the fuck this girl trying to go some gay shit to my anus?

Me: What do you mean she trying to do something gay to your anus? Is she trying to fuck you?

Dominik: YES!!!

Me: You don’t have to scream fool. Now how exactly is she trying to fuck you? She doesn’t have a penis.

Dominik: She has a dildo.

Me: Oh God. She’s trying to peg you?

Dominik: Yes. Bitch talkin bout if I wanna get the the pussy I gotta let her tap my ass.

I couldn’t help but laugh. Dominik always pride himself on being this amazing wild freak and here he was getting punk’d sexually by a female. I can’t lie Dominik definitely has an attractive ass. I remember wishing I could hit that ass the first time I met him.

Dominik: Dude this shit not funny.

Me: I’m sorry, I just can’t help but laugh. I mean you are always trying to upstage someone about being a freak and now you got this girl that’s clearly a better freak then you are.

Dominik: I’m straight. I’m a freak when it comes to doing straight guy stuff.

Me: Anal stimulation can very much be a straight guy thing. Ass play is a universal pleasure zone. Don’t knock it till you try it.

Dominik: I’m gonna pretend you’re fucking joking.

Me: Your g-spot is easily accessed via the anus.

Dominik: Why did I even call you?

Me: Because I’m your best friend and you know I’m gonna tell you what you wanna hear deep down inside.

Dominik: what’s that?

Me: Let her play in that booty. You will still be straight in the morning. No one will ever know. Except for me because I want all the details of the deed.

Dominik: I’m hanging up now.

Me: Make sure you clean that booty meat good.

Dominik hung the phone up. I put my phone away. I looked up and this older white lady was staring at me as if I was sick or something. I guess she had heard my conversation and wasn’t pleased with it.

Me: Can I help you with something?

She turned her nose up at me and grabbed her shit and walked off. I found her actions funny. I don’t allow myself to get upset over ignorance.

Before long the plane began to board. I found my way to my seat and sat down. As soon as I sat down I felt my phone vibrate. It was a text from my ex-boyfriend. He was still trying to warm his way back into my life.

I turned my phone off and put it away. I turned my head and looked out the window. Someone took the seat next too me. I turned to look and see who was sitting next too me. I almost melted when I saw him. The guy I had bumped into earlier was sitting next too me. He smiled at me and I smiled back before turning my attention back to the window.


Elias Julio

Before long the plane began to make its way down the runway and then we were lifting off. I had flown so many times that it didn’t bother me. However, this guy was trembling like. You could hear the chair shaking from the grip he had on it.

I looked over at him, his eyes were closed and he was trembling and holding on tight to the armrest for dear life. I reached over and took a hold of his hand. He opened his eyes and looked at me gave me a weak smile.

Me: First time flying?

Him: No, I just never do well on take off.

Me: It’s ok. A lot of people don’t, but I gotcha.

Him: (laughs weakly) Guess you think I’m a punk or something.

Me: No, plenty of people have trouble doing take off.

Him: Thanks. I’m Elias. Elias Julio.

Me: Nice to meet you. I’m Beckham. Beckham Anthony.

We shook hands and started to have a little casual conversation. Elias relaxed and was before he knew the plane was cruising at altitude.

Elias: So where are you headed?

Me: Houston. What about you?

Elias: Seattle. So what were you doing in Chicago? Business or pleasure?

Me: (laughs) Business. What’s in Seattle business or pleasure?

Elias: Home.

Me: Thats code for pleasure.

Elias: Maybe. So is Houston home for you?

Me: Yes.

The more we talked the more I was feeling this man. He was absolutely sexy too me. He was dressed in this nice grey two piece suit with a soft pink shirt to bring it out. He was clean shaved and just damn fine.

As we were talking I noticed this lady get up and head towards the bathroom. I could have sworn that a man had gone in there just a few mins ago.

Elias: Someone is about to become the newest member of the mile high club.

Me: What? How can you be so sure? She could already be a member.

Elias: I doubt it. Most people in the mile high don’t do it again. Once you’re in you’re in.

Me: Is that so? Are you in?

Elias: Not completely.

Me: How is that an answer?

Elias: I have never had sex on a plane. Just made out .

Me: How lame.

Elias: Totally not lame. That was some good head. So what about you?

Me: Oh God no. I don’t have the courage to try that. So tell me about this best head experience.

Elias: You don’t wanna hear about that.

Me: Why wouldn’t I? I like hearing about straight guys and their female encounters.

Elias: It wasn’t with a female. But you can’t tell anyone.

Me: I promise not to say a word.

Elias: I was on a flight from Miami to Atlanta when it happened.

Elias began to tell me about this experience. He had been flirting with this guy and drinking with him. They had hit it off really well.

As I listened to the story my blood began to flow to the lower regions of my body at great speeds. I could feel my own dick growing in anticipation of hearing all the events that led to the mile high dick sucking.

I was wearing some slim fitted slacks so it’s safe to say that they did nothing to hide my growing member. I felt my dick twitch and jump in my pants. My eyes were locked on Elias. I was giving him my full attention.

Elias: Enjoying the story?

He looked down at my hard on. He reached out and placed his hand on my thigh. My dick was trapped between my thigh and my slacks, it was begging to be free. I felt the tip of his finger on the head of my penis. He started to slowly run his finger tip around my cock head.

No lie it felt so good. I honestly couldn’t believe  our friendly little conversation had escalated to this level so soon. I definitely wasn’t about to stop it.

Elias: Does that feel good?

Me: Yes.

Elias: Why aren’t you touching my dick yet?

Me: I don’t know.

I reached over and felt his dick. He was just a hard as I was. His dick was thick and heavy. The head felt pretty nice. I wanted to taste him so badly it was making my stomach turn. He breathing was getting heavy. I felt myself trying to pant but I was fighting it. I could feel the nut building in my balls.

Elias: Beckham you never asked me about Houston.

Me: What do you mean?

Elias: You never asked me if Houston was business or pleasure.

Me: I thought you were going to Seattle.

Elias: I see a stop in Houston coming up.

Me: Well, are you going to Houston for business or pleasure?

Elias: Absolute total pleasure.

I smiled at him and he smiled at me. He licked his lips in this sensual manner. They were some sexy lips. I wanted to taste them and I think he knew I wanted to taste them. I wanted to do some bad things to this man.

Elias: If this is moving to fast for you just let me know.

Me: It’s not fast enough. This plane really needs to hurry up and make it too Houston. We hold hands and relax back in our seats. We both just enjoy the ride. Next stop is Houston and then straight to my bed. I’m not one for sex with strangers but there’s no way he’s going to Seattle without being inside of me first.

To Be Continued…………..

The start off is slow but I promise to take you on one hell of a journey. This manuscript style writing so I hope you can follow and definitely get some enjoyment and hopefully catch a few nuts. This is Rated B for Beckham

On Earth C everyone decides to mix and mash holidays into one giant superholiday and it’s a mess but a fun mess. The trolls tell the humans about 12th Perigee’s Eve, the Rose and Dave explain Hanukkah to everyone (Assuming the other Strilondes never had the chance to experience it firsthand what with being the last humans alive and such), the Crockberts and Harlenglishes get super Christmas hyped. Since Dirk, Roxy, and Calliope aren’t doing much, they put their efforts into New Years, since that’s a pretty easy concept to grasp. They all work super hard with their own designated jobs for a big party they all plan to have on this superholiday. 

Kanaya and Rose focus on decorating for the party, they really could have gotten the job done pretty quick but they had to be really extra about it and go all out. And of course, some breaks to make out a little. In the end maybe things were just a little TOO much for this type of party.

Jade is Santa (Shit let’s be Santa) featuring elf Karkat and reindeer Dave, they’re the ones that hand out all the gifts. Dave jokes about Karkat’s outfit but Karkat just calls Dave a furry, in the most Davekat form of romantic way possible of course. Meanwhile Jade is just having too much fun being Santa.

Jake, Gcatavrosprite, and Dirk go out to get a tree. They come back with two because they couldn’t agree on which tree was the best. Jake picked a super tiny tree because he believes it could do it’s best, while Dirk picked an oak tree because no one explained what type of tree they were supposed to get to him. Gcatavros sided with Jake but Dirk was being stubborn about his tree choice. 

Jane, Roxy, and Callie are on kitchen and food duty, of course. Roxy has to keep a close eye on Callie to make sure she doesn’t, you know, drug anything. But she would have been looking at her anyway, can’t go without some Callieroxy or Calliejaneroxy. But still, Jane is the only one that really knows what she’s doing so half the food ends up being shit no matter how much she tries to get things in order.

Terezi and John are in charge of all the hella rad party games. But, they’re both assholes, so they end up rigging each game in certain ways just to mess with the people playing. Not to mention, they messed with each other a lot while setting things up, it was a mess.

Basically, the whole thing ends up being a mess, all of it. It’s all total shit. The place is overly decorated, the reindeer and elf are flirting while Santa has too much work to do and is goofing around, both trees are total shit, most of the food is burnt or even real food, the party games are total jackassery, the whole party is just TERRIBLE. 

And everyone had a fantastic time. They all ended up laughing at themselves and at each other. The decorations may have been too much but they sure were pretty, Santa and her helpers may not be great at their job but they look adorable trying, the trees may be wrong but they’re decorated anyway, the food may suck but it’s perfect for throwing at your friends’ faces, and the games may be rigged but its hilarious to watch everyone fuck up.

For the first time in a while everyone is together, they’re all enjoying a wonderful genuine time, laughing, playing, singing, even if it’s all fucked up, who cares? Perfect is too plain for these kids, none of them are perfect, they’re all fucked up in one way or another and they all love each other anyway. So in a way, all the fuckups of this party made it perfect. It was the most fun they’d had in a while. 

Terezi brings up how much Vriska would have been COMPLAINING if she were there, and they all have a genuine laugh about it, especially gcatav. Dave and Karkat get caught under the mistletoe and get too flustered to kiss with everyone chanting “KISS KISS KISS”. Jade hands out everyone’s gifts from her Santa bag. Jake teaches Roxy some Christmas songs she can bug everyone with all by singing them night long. Dirk tries to light the Menorah but ends up lighting everything in that area on fire for a second because he used a flame thrower. Rose and Kanaya share the big New Years kiss, as expected of the hs powercouple Rosemary. John and Jane are just about ready to start launching cake in everyone’s faces, for a full scale food war. Callie gets to experience all of this for the first time so she assumes this is what normal Holiday parties are like, and she fucking loves it. A+ time. 

All of them loved it. They all wake up the next day on the floor of the same room, and just start laughing about the great time they all had.

They do it every year now.

crushing. (shouto)

anon said: Hi can you write a shouto scenario based on todoroki pining/wanting his crush?


note: i have to admit, i had to look up what pining meant, because at first i thought it meant something dirty and i was like 0.0. 

warnings: SHORT (like me), but descriptive? (so i hope that makes up for it!)

todoroki shouto x reader (lowercase intended) 


shouto didn’t know what overcame him, the boy never actually experienced a romantic attraction to anyone. probably because he never had the time too, he was always busy with training and his father didn’t really leave him have much time to be around anyone he considered a friend. 

the teenager was struck with some sort of kind of longing for one of the other u.a students. they weren’t in his class, nor in the hero course all together, so they didn’t quite shine amongst the students. but somehow, shouto had noticed them during lunch one day. they sat a few tables over with a few friends. 

after a bit of staring and awkwardly gushing at how cute they were, it dawned on him that he was crushing on them.  shouto found odd that he could like someone when he never even had a conversation with, let alone know their name. 

luckily for him though, his classmates hadn’t noticed his crush yet. but he knew they were bound to discover his secret sometime. 


the first thing that shouto first noticed about them was their laugh. it was loud; awkward; consisting of sharp noises mixed in with a few gasps of air. but to him he somehow thought of it to be as mellifluous as the songs written by beethoven. 

the second thing that shouto first noticed was the way they stood. their posture wasn’t perfect. it was more comfortably slouched, a technique that people often used to not stand out. though besides the posture, they walked with hesitant confidence, like they were either afraid to be confident or too self conscious to think that if they walked with poise then people might think differently of them. 

the second and last thing shouto first noticed was their smile; clumsy, crooked, and sincere. he had been staring for too long when they caught his gaze, he was so close to turning away before they gave it to him like it was a wrapped present for his birthday. then their eyes dashed away like a thief in the night. 

a thief they were indeed, for they stole the heart of none other than todoroki shouto. 

Wedding Series || Jack

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Jack masterpost found here

Word count - 951

Summary - The one where Jack gets married.

(revised)

To everyone’s surprise, Jack was the first of the boys to get married. Sure, he did his share of sleeping around, but then he met you. Once he met you, he knew that you were the one he had been searching for. He always said that was why he spent so much time hopping from girl to girl- he was just waiting around for you. It always made you roll your eyes when he said that, but you smiled too knowing that you were the one who would get to spend the rest of your life with him.

He had to make sure everything about your wedding was perfect because in his eyes, you deserved the world. You would never forget the look in Jack’s eyes when he saw you walk down the aisle. You had your insecurities about your body and your looks, but Jack, eyeing you up and down with the biggest smile you had ever seen, made them all go away. When Jack looked at you, it was usually a look of lust. This was something else entirely. This was a look of pure and honest love. For once, he wasn’t thinking about undressing you. He was thinking about how beautiful you looked right then and there, and how lucky he was to be able to call you his for the rest of his life.

He looked equally as handsome. His grey tuxedo and pale blue tie brought out the shining blue in his eyes. His smile stretched the widest you had ever seen and his hair- of course- was perfect. When you got to the end of the aisle, your dad handed you off to Jack, giving him a hug and saying something in his ear that you couldn’t hear. Jack gave your dad a sincere nod and a thank you, then took your hand and walked you up to the alter.

Part of the way Jack wanted to make this day perfect was by writing his own vows. You agreed to do the same, even though the idea of speaking words straight from your heart in front of such a large group made you a little anxious. He assured you that you didn’t have to do it if you really didn’t want to, but you could tell it was important to him, so you agreed. When the priest asked you to recite them, you took the piece of paper from your maid of honor. Your hands were shaking. “Hey,” Jack whispered. He was quiet so no one would hear him but you. “It’s just me. That’s all.”

With a newfound wave of confidence, you took a deep breath to recite your vows. “Jack,” you said, your voice still a little shaky, “You always say that you were lucky to find me, but I don’t think you realize that I was a whole lot luckier. Neither of us are the same people now that we were when we first met. I might’ve changed you, but you changed me too. And for the better. You make me feel more confident and sure of myself no matter what situation I’m in. Even pouring out my heart to you right now in front of everybody. You know I hate public speaking but for some reason, I feel completely calm. Like, when I’m standing here with you, I could take on the whole world. From the first day we met, you have been able to cheer me up when I’m down or console me when I need a friend, because that’s what you are. You’re my best friend. I’m vow to love you forever and ever and to not only be your wife, but to always be your best friend.”

The priest smiled at you, then nodded for Jack recite what he had written out for you. He surprised you when he did not pull out a piece of paper from his pocket. No, he would be speaking strictly from the heart.

“(Y/N),” he began, his voice strong. “I thought that what I said up here had to be perfect. I wrote out these vows as many times as I scrapped them. I thought everything had to be poetic and perfect, but that’s not me, that’s not us. We’re not perfect. We’re a complete mess. The truth is, I don’t know anything about love,” he laughed and you did too. “All I know is that I have never felt the same way I feel about you about anyone else, and I never will again. I know that your laugh sounds better than any of Conor’s songs.” This made everyone laugh and Conor, Jack’s best man, slap his brother’s arm. Jack ignored him and continued. “I know that I could get lost in your eyes for days trying to discover what damn color they are. I know that when I wake up and you’re not next to me, I miss you. I know that I want to spend the rest of my life knowing you and holding you and loving you and being the best version of myself I can be because of you. I don’t know anything about love, but I know I love you. So, I vow to be yours and only yours for the rest of my life and beyond, because I don’t want to be me without you.”

That was the Jack you knew. The Jack you knew said whatever words came to his mind, even if swearing was slightly inappropriate given the situation. The Jack you knew was honest and real and loved you in ways you still couldn’t even understand. The good thing was, you had the rest of your life to figure them all out.

Revenge is Gonna be Mine - Chords

Music and Lyrics by Alan Zachary & Michael Weiner
Transcribed by @lillpon

1. I’m posting them in screenshots, because the spaces between each chord may get messed up in different Tumblr themes. If you want it in text format, message me and I’ll pass it over.

2. I don’t play guitar, so I don’t know if the transitions from chord to chord are too fast. Maybe you’ll need to ignore some of the chords if that is the case. On the piano however you can play them easily.

3. This is my interpretation/analysis. I did this for free, so even though I double and triple and multiple checked every chord, ymmv on what chords are used in the original song.

Someone asked me: “What’s your favorite Taylor Swift’s album?”

Taylor’s five albums from ‘Taylor Swift’ to ‘1989′ has their own strengths, but I think my most favorite of all is ‘Speak Now’. 1989 may be the strongest era, but Speak Now is definitely the most powerful album.

Speak Now doesn’t just sing about love or heartbreaks or reminiscing memories or having a crush on someone like a typical Taylor Swift song would, it speaks almost for everything. It speaks about love, about heartbreaks, about breaking up with someone who thinks you’re a game, an apology for somebody you’ve hurt, a song for being bullied, being told of mischievous things, a song for your family, for your daydreams and hopes of a happy ending, and many, many more.

Also, all of Speak Now songs also has something to do with ‘speaking’.

First of all, Speak Now has the fandom song, or the song for Taylor’s fans (Long Live). This song wants Taylor for us to promise that when we’ll have our children someday, let‘s tell and speak to them how Taylor hope they would shine, like how our bond and love for Taylor did.

Speak Now also has songs that speak about the early signs of love: being wonder struck for someone that you want to speak to then not to fall in love with someone else but you (Enchanted), and how you cannot gather up all of your courage to speak to the person you love even when you’re just meters apart (The Story Of Us).  And that (Sparks Fly) tells us that love doesn’t need speaking or explanations, you’d just feel the sparks fly. And when it’s late in the evening and you’re speaking quietly on the phone so that you wouldn’t be caught in (Our Song).

(Mine) also tells us about how love is perfect, but the people in them would never be, that two people in love can face problems like misunderstandings and how you should speak to them to fix that problems, and (Ours) talk about how people would speak harsh things but love will always be the solution, because what’s yours will be yours. And that when your (Superman) flies away, you should always never forget to speak ‘I love you’ to them. And when you love him/her, you should (Speak Now) because maybe later is too late.

(Dear John) also tells us how you should speak for yourself when you fell that your love was just a game for somebody. While (Back To December) tells how we should speak for an apology when we know we made things go wrong. And when the fragile line you’re walking on break, his/her memories haunt you and  you’d speak ‘Don’t leave me like this’ in (Haunted). How you wanted someone to come back but they say and speak ‘It’s not that easy.’ in (If This Was A Movie). And how you cannot manage to speak to him/her that’s why you’d just watch his/her life in pictures just the way you use to watch him/her sleep in (Last Kiss).

When someone speak awful things to pull you down and blame you things you didn’t do when you’re just (Innocent), something’s wrong. And also something’s wrong when people speak (Mean) things to you because everyone has the possibility to someday live on a bigger city. And when the time comes when you do (Better Than Revenge), the time when your speaking turn into doing, you’d just watch how the tables turn.

And when you speak to life how you want the time when you don’t mind deeper things in life, and you just wished you should (Never Grow Up).

‘Speak Now’ is an amazing album, every song talks about different things, Speak Now can touch almost everything in your life on a spiritual level.

Music Review/Thoughts on ‘있다면 (If You)’ by NU’EST W

Since there hasn’t been anything to review since ’Canvas’, I’m just going to go ahead and review NU’EST W’s special single ‘있다면 (If You)’.

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So, because I’m obsessing over SKAM right now and the hiatus is killing me, let me go all literary student on you and analyse the season 4 trailer (which I’ve wanted to do since I saw it for the first time because it’s such an amazing trailer). 

This is gonna be long and it will contain spoilers for season 4, so I’ll put it all under the cut.

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anonymous asked:

ok ok ok what bout caulscott? ?? ?? (puppy eyes)

SHIT okay thats at least half of my nathan otps done now LIT ASF YALL

- max and nathan take trips at night in his truck sometimes when they cant sleep to go off and “adventure” for the perfect photo ops

- max takes, OF COURSE, every opportunity she can to take pics of nathan and things nathan likes because she knows he likes to focus on photography sometimes to calm himself down (wiTH WHALE SONGS PLAYIN IN THE BACKGROUND) and so every time she sees one of her photos in nathans notebooks/binders she so touCHED HE ACTUALLY LIKES IT- it makes her only wanna get more and more

- max tbh cant sleep without whale songs now too bc shes so used to hearing them when shes with nathan 

- many many many mornings of max sprinting to her dorm to get changed and then running to class bc she always SWEARS she wont spend the night at nathans when she has morning classes but that asshole always convinces her (aND THEN SHUTS HER EARLY ALARMS OFF BC HE HATES THE NOISE)

-MAX TAUGHT NATHAN HOW TO PLAY GUITAR AS ANOTHER PROACTIVE WAY TO OCCUPY HIS TIME

-he would get mad learning/mostly forgetting the chords over and over again so theyd have to take a lot of breaks and she’d just sit and listen to him call it “fucking stupid” and rant about how “only hippies with no fucking jobs” only play guitar… and then he’d go right back into it

- MAX OFFERS FOR HIM TO COME HOME WITH HER TO BE WITH HER FAMILY FOR THE HOLIDAYS BC SHE WANTS NATHAN TO TRULY EXPERIENCE THE GOOD TRADITIONS WITHOUT HATING EVERYTHING BC OF HIS AWFUL FAMILY

-nathan convinces max to sneak into the prescott estate buT EVERYTIME max is too scared to spend the night there ( sHE SWEARS SHE HEARS NOISES) 

-nathan buying max expensive things like clothes = max never ever wearing them but thanking nathan anyways (she puts it in the back of her closet but nathan never says anything, just buys her more stuff)

- shE DOES PUT SOME STUFF ON FOR HIM FOR SPECIAL OCCASIONS… WINK WINK

anonymous asked:

if larries are wrong and harry and louis are not together, then WHY every song they write makes perfect sense to us and antis are out there saying a ROMANTIC song is about HIS DAMN SISTER? id love to know

their viewpoints make perfect sense to them too but the only difference is that literally none of them add up logically

the signs as things my band director has said or done
  • Aires: "If you die, you die."
  • Taurus: "Ooh, it's 7:24, my favorite time of the day! It's because there are 7 days in a week and 24 hours in a day, and we're gonna work them all!"
  • Gemini: "If people don't move, it's ok to ram into them."
  • Cancer: *sends email with the subject line 'gimme some lovin' (the name of a song we were playing) only to 6 people, including his wife*
  • Leo: *doesn't notice the baritones throwing and spinning their instruments like flags*
  • Virgo: "I already wrote the fingerings in, so you better get it right. I don't want to have to resort to the blood method."
  • Libra: "Everyone is right except me... Don't put that on my quote page."
  • Scorpio: *tries to use everyone's name in 1 sentence*
  • Sagittarius: "Thank you for loaning me your children and hopefully I haven't screwed them up too badly."
  • Capricorn: *doesn't notice that a baritone and trombone player have switched instruments*
  • Aquarius: "Perfection or death."
  • Pisces: "Remember, if you're messing around you got docked 5 points!" (followed by hysterical laughter from the low brass section)
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Altaria Hybrids

Noir (+ Honchkrow)

Noir Altaria’s command great presence. Their cries have a particular resonance which is impossible to ignore, and considered by many to have an almost charismatic quality to it. Using them to settle unruly pokemon is fairly commonplace. They tend to lack the merciless nature of a purebred Honchkrow, and are best suited to casual battling or contest performances. 

Halcyon (+ Milotic)

A truly beautiful hybrid. Halcyon’s are completely peaceful by nature, and carry a soothing aura about them. Their songs are truly lovely to listen to, and can move even hardened souls to tears. Halcyons are usually seen in ornamental gardens belonging to aristocrats and royals. They are ill-suited for battling, and recommended for musicals and contests with experienced trainers who can maintain a high level of care. 

Harmonic (+ Togekiss)

Harmonic Altaria’s live up to their names; they are friendly and affectionate to all, and seem to have a talent for bringing both people and pokemon together in harmony. Perfect as companions for children, they never tire of physical affection, be it petting or cuddles. They can also be used for casual battles or contests, though trainers must be wary of treating them too harshly. 

Symphonic (+ Chatot)

Initially bred by complete accident, it was discovered Symphonic’s possessed both Altaria’s gorgeous vocal tones, and Chatot’s proficiency for mimicry. They are now much beloved sights in choirs and orchestras, both performing alongside humans, and also allowing singers time to rest should their own voices fail them. They’re wonderful companions…though they like greeting others with song…every time…especially at sunrise. Patience is a virtue. 

Overseer (+ Sigilyph)

A puzzling hybrid… They have a tendency to stare, for whatever reason. If something untoward was to cross their sight however, they would start to cry in eerie, almost cryptic vocals. It’s very hard to get lost with an Overseer Altaria around, as they can always remember the trail required to return home. Very good at guarding, and deceptively good at battling. Not particularly hard to train but…you’re not going to get an easy read on what they feel in return… 

Billows (+ Dragalge)

Nobody is sure where these hybrids originated from…but its commonly accepted that Billows were the result of a bad (possibly drunken) decision. They have irritable tempers, and do not appreciate being disturbed in the slightest. If hassled in any way by something they don’t like, they have a habit of spitting a foul smelling liquid onto the unfortunate perpetrator. Suited only for hard battles and for experienced trainers patient (and foolhardy enough) to try earning their trust. 

I’m a little unsure on this quality of these draws. Hit a bit of an art slump in the last week. Bout time I drew some bird pokemon variations though… 

Romanced companions react to sosu singing kid!Shaun to sleep and having a surprisingly beautiful voice - PART I - the boys

(spoiler in the ask if you haven’t find out what happened to Shaun, also in Danse’s, X6′s, Nick’s and Maxson’s reaction)

(I personally loved writing these, thank you :) That being said, I think this may  just be one of mypersonal faves out of all the reactions I’ve done. I decided to take some more time on this because well I got inspired and wanted longer stories cause of it. Also tried to give some insight in the Shaun / companions dynamic to an extent. This is the first part, I will get back to this for the girls later. Also thank you so much for the compliment! Knowing these entertains and sometimes moves people is what I do this for ^^ I can add Sturges on request, too. Probably will add him to this post at some point in time regardless.)

Nick  (Extra long one cause damnit, I can’t believe I forgot him the first time.)

Nick made a fantastic step-dad for Shaun. After a while, Sole reluctantly agreed to let Nick tell Shaun what he really was. He figured the boy had the right to know, make sure he didn’t have to go through what Danse went through. Sole was hesistant about it all, it had taken even Nick a long while to accept who he was. But Nick explained that was exactly why this was important; doing what’s right. Making sure that he didn’t grow up thinking he was just some imposter. They decided Nick should bet he one who told him, because Sole couldn’t bring themself to it.
Sole found Nick with Shaun next to him on the couch. He looked shocked, Sole felt horrible about it. Nick may be the man with all the answers, but Sole hoped this was not that one time he got it wrong. “But I’m not real! I shouldn’t even be here!” Nick shook his head “Chin up, kid. Don’t ever let anyone tell you you’re not supposed to be here. Sure, you’ve got some memories that aren’t your own but you can still be your own man.” “But I’m not human!” “You feel human, don’t you? Right here.” He poked his finger where Shaun’s heart was supposed to be. You love like a human, you think like a human, you can appreciate beauty like a human. In all the important ways, you are one. You’re as important as anyone else, ya hear me? Maybe more so because you see your mom/dad? They love you. For who you are. And they should, you’re a great kid.” He tossled Shaun’s hair. Shaun hugged Nick. “What do you mean with ‘appreciating beauty’?” “Like when your dad/mom sings you to sleep, you like that don’t you?” Shaun shook his head. “They don’t sing to me. They just tell me stories.” “Well, first time for everything.” Nick’s keen eyes had noticed Sole the moment they entered. “Go on.” “Nick…” “Sole.” Sole sighed, tucked Shaun in and sung him a lullaby. Shaun seemed to like it. After they left the room,
Sole  exhaled loudly, Nick kissed them on the forehead. “I was hoping you’d be an okay singer, make sure the boy would be able to really appreciate it. I had no clue that you could even give Magnolia a run for her money.” Sole smiled. “I thought you were one of those stand-up honest guys, Nick.” He smiled as his bright yellow were fixed on them “Seems like you’re a good judge of character.” Sole shook their head. “No, cause that was obviously a lie.” “It’s not. You’re an incredible singer. If this saving the Commonwealth gig ever wears you out, you could always start a singing career. “ Sole chuckled “I dunno Nick, somene needs to keep the raiders off of your back when you try to steal back their victim.” Nick smiled. “Ya know, with all that’s happened to you… you’re still a great mother. And I will watch over your son and guard him with all my strength and heart. He’s my son too, now.” “Thanks Nick, that means a lot.” And hey,the singing seems to be a good way to help him deal with this. And I’d be lying if I’d say I wouldn’t want to be there for that more often, too.”



Hancock

Hancock never seized to be amazed by them. Nothin’ short of a miracle how they could wreak havock over the Commonwealth one moment and sound like an angel the next. He just looks at them, startling Sole when they turn around. “Oh f… Hancock, damn I didn’t see ya there.” “ Please, don’t mind me. Just admirin’ the view and voice. Carry on, sweetheart.” “I don’t really do singing for an audience.” “Not even for yours truly?” “Hmm… No.” Hancock kneeled down next to Shaun. “Hey kiddo, whatcha think? Mommy/Daddy is an artist don’t cha think? What about havin’ em perform in Goodneighbour like a real rockstar.” Shaun got that familiar look of pure excitement in his eyes as he started to nod and whine to Sole that they had to do that. Sole regretted ever teaching Shaun to say please. For a ghoul, Hancock was suprisingly good with kids, especially once they got past the way he looked. Sole shook their head ‘ Noooo.” Shaun started to pout, Hancock looked at him ‘hey, good idea kid” and mimicked it. “Oh for crying out loud.” Hancock got up and right next to her ear went “Say yes.” 

Sole laughed. “Oh I’m gonna regret this.” “Naaah.” That’s exactly how Sole ended up on stage. Hancock convinced Shaun to join them on stage too. He figured there was no better way of ensuring he’d hear that great voice more often than getting Sole to record some of ‘em. And he may have bribed some people to ask them for autographs, too. Juuust to be sure. 

MacCready

Walked into the room clapping until Sole ran to him on tiptoes ( a sight to behold) and grabbed him by the wrists. “SHHH! I just got him to sleep.” “He’s not asleep. He’s pretending to be so he can read that comic under his pillow.” Sole gave him a look. “Which he got his hands on how precisely?” MacCready shrugged “ Someone has to teach ‘m some culture.” “ ARE YOU IMPL.” MacCready put his finger on their mouth “shhh, he’s not sleeping. Give the kid  chance to make it convincing.” 

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“I gotta take that comic away from him Mac. He needs to sleep.” “Let the kid be a kid. Duncan turned out fine too and he did that every night. Takes after his dad. C’mon.” Sole reluctantly followed him. “To where?” MacCready whipped a guitar from under his bed. It wasn’t in great shape anymore but seemed like it’d do the trick. “In Little Lamplight I learned to play guitar. If I can get you to sing more often, I’d teach you. Deal?” Sole was intruiged. “Who says you’re any good?” “Oh really? “ He started playing the notes to a song Sole remembered as one of her favourites. So he remembered. “Now you sing.” “MacCready no…” “Ah, come on Sole. It’s just us here. And I’ve heard you already so damage is done. Or are you just too scared to sing?” He knew Sole had the bad habit of jumping on top of any challenges given. Sole started to sing and MacCready tried to remember the cords but got carried away by their voice. He eventually stopped playing just to stare at them and listen after the song ended Sole looked at him. “MacCready, what happened to playing the guitar?” “Hm? Sorry.” Sole had never seen MacCready look at them in such awe, not even after getting a perfect headshot. “ About those lessons though?” “right.” He came to sit behind Sole and guided them in playing the guitar until he brushed back their hair “You know, Shaun’s asleep now. Wanna practice for making him a brother or sister?”.

Danse

He froze in place when he heard the singing. Some things made him feel unbelievably human, made him believe that he was more than a machine indeed. He cherished those things, loved them for they proved Sole right, proved that his whole life was more than just a lie. And this one, the way he felt his heart melt at the sound of such an beautiful sound, really struck a cord. Was that Sole? He had to find out. He valued their time alone with Shaun and refused to impose on it unless they asked him. Drawn to the sound, he slowly opened the door it came from. “Sole?” “Oh Danse, keep your voice down. I just got Shaun to sleep.” Sole gently pushed Danse back where he came from and closed the door. “ What’s wrong?” “ Nothing is wrong… I heard you sing.” Sole smiled. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you that eavesdropping is rude, Danse?” He suddenly felt ashamed for breaching their privacy with their son. The son that appearantly had more in common with him than he originally hoped. Danse had mixed feelings about Shaun originally, he reminded him too much of himself, of his own situation, but grew attached to him. At this point he was convinced he’d fight, kill and die for this child,  as he would for his mother/father.. “ Could you please sing again?” “I dunno Danse, I only sing nursury rhymes. I can’t actually sing you know.” “ With all do respect, Sentinel, I disagree. You’ve told me the reasons why I am no mere fraud. Why I deserve to live. I may not deserve you but you make me feel alive.” “Is this one of those things you talked about before? Little things that make you feel human? You can’t seriously claim that my singing…” “I do. You have the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard.” “Ok.” Sole started to sing, softly as Danse listened to her intently. When he was staring into their eyes it felt like the world dissapeared and there was nobody but the two of them. When they stopped singing Danse got close to them. “I really want to kiss you.” “Then what the hell are you waiting for?” Danse kissed Sole first gently and then more intensely. “I love you. And I wish there was a way to make you see you the way I do.” 


Synth!Codsworth:

Codsworth was on his way to the nursery when he heard Sole’s familiar voice. He always had considered it quite beautiful but this time, this body, resonded in a strange way to it. He was overwhelmed by emotions and felt tears welling up in his eyes. Memories of better times in which Sole was still happy at home came rushing back, but he was mainly moved by the sheer beauty of Sole’s voice. He didn’t quite understand why he reacted so strongly to this, as he never had before. Sole stopped singing and sneaked out of the door. “Codsworth, what’s wrong? Did something happen? Are you okay?” “Yes, I’m quite allright. My apologies Mum/Sir but I must say your singing voice is …” Sole squinted and tilted their head as they asked ‘Oh… you’re crying over my singing? Is it that bad?” Sole was a little bit annoyed since he had heard her singing before and never mentioned it. “ Not in the slightest Mum/Sir. It is,in fact, quite extraordinary. “ Sole tried to hold back a smile. “You’re moved by my singing? To tears?” “It would appear so.” Sole shook their head. “Mum/Sir… is this normal? Ehm, Happy crying? Because your singing does give me a … warm feeling, like fluttering butterflies”. “I guess you’re just better at showing you’re emotional now.” Sole pulled Codsworth into a hug. “I do apologize for this strange physical reaction to something beautiful.” Sole knew that Codsworth would be the last person to ever lie to them about what he thought of their singing and didn’t question it, feeling flattered even. “It’s okay Codsworth.” Sole kissed away some tears. 

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Deacon

Deacon waited at Shaun’s door for Sole. “Hi hot stuff.” “How long have you been standing here?” “Long enough to hear you should make money off of singing at the Third Rail too. Why didn’t you tell me? I could be your manager. Actually, I have a great outfit lying around for that.” “What are you talking about, I can’t sing.” Sole brushed him off and carried on, outside the room. Deacon only a couple of steps away. “ But seriously; you are a great singer. Do you take requests by any chance?”  “Nope. Sorry groupie,all out of songs for today.” “But what about tomorrow?” Deacon kept getting in Sole’s way, walking backwards in front of them. Sole sighed “ Ya know what, as soon as you convince someone to do a duet with you BEFORE tomorrow, I’ll sing for you again.” “DEAL!”  Sole figured he would never find someone willing to do this. That was until they, the next day around the time Shaun had to get to bed again, walked in on Deacon and Shaun with KISS paint on their faces and fake guitars in hand. They didn’t notice them at first. Deacon’s singing was terrible, Shaun didn’t do much better. “So, remember, imagine a crowd of girls, or boys whatever you’re into, chanting your name. Can you hear ‘em kiddo? ‘We love you Shaaaaaun’. “ Sole had to hold back laughter when they heard Deacon mimic a typical groupie’s voice.” Why do we have to do the facepaint?” “Cause we’re performers. And that means looking like a rock god.” “Is this how gods look?” “Well we’re rockgods so now they do.” Sole cleared her throat. “AH! Our audience has arrived!” They sounded terrible but Sole lost the bargain and sung for them, too. After which they spent about an hour getting the paint off of Shaun’s face… They intended to let Deacon help with that but he was too busy scrubbing off his own face paint. Shaun ran up to Deacon and hugged him. Deacon tossled his hair a bit. “Thank you D-man.” “Anytime Shaunator.” Shaun went to bed and fell asleep pretty fast. “D-man? Shaunator?” “Artist’s names. Do you want one, too?” “Sure, why not.” “Gorgeous. It’s the only one that matches you.” Sole shook their head. “Gotta hand it to you ‘D-man’, you make a pretty good step-dad.” Deacon smiled, a genuine smile, not one as part of his disguises or acts. “But about your singing career…” “DEACON”  

Maxson

Maxson had a very hard time having Shaun staying over at the Prydwin on a regular basis. He knew Shaun was a synth, Sole had told him. Right before she threatened to single-handedly shoot the Prydwin from the sky with all of the crew on it if he dared lay a finger on him, regardless of their history together. They had a massive fight over her accepting him as if he were their real son… right until they explained who their real son was. And before he saw her crying for the first time, in anger, over how they deserved this second chance after all they’d done to save the Commonwealth.
 The crew, however, didn’t know about Shaun’s true identity. They also didn’t know about the connection between real-life Shaun and Sole. Even their relationship with Maxson was under wraps, few knew although it was a raging rumour neither of them confirmed. Having Sole as his right hand ensured this was possible. Maxson had a dirty little secret and he knew it damn well. That didn’t take away that he protected the child, because the woman he loved loved it. He would never be able to see him as his son, but also wouldn’t let any harm come to him. He waited for Sole outside the synth’s room, and overheard them singing. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. There was very little room for music within the brotherhood, so this was no less than a revelation to him. He waited until Sole left the bedroom quietly. It was adjacent to Sole’s own private quarters. “ Sentinel.” “Maxson we’re alone, stop using my title.” “Please come to my office.” Sole did as he said, rolling their eyes at how formal he still was. That’s when they noticed their door was open. “Certainly, elder.” They left, Sole closing the door and asking Haylen to keep an eye out. Haylen knew, about all of it. As soon as he locked the door behind them, Maxson kissed Sole and trew them on the bed. “Woah, eaasy.Not complaining but what’s up?” “I heard you singing, I saw you. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen or heard Sentinel.” “ And this is how you respond to that?” “ It made me realise how damn lucky I was to find you. I want you to record a song or two so I can listen to it when you’re away from me.” “Which is when, exactly?” “When you go to that settlement of yours?” “I dunno.” “That’s an order, Sentinel. “ “What did I tell you about orders in the bedroom?” Maxson grinned. “But this is necessary for the brotherhood as it soothes me. You told me I had ‘anger issues’ to work on, I will require your aid to achieve that Sentinel.” 

Preston 

“Sole…” he stopped in his tracks when he heard them. If they’d play that on the radio he’d actually listen to it sometimes. Wow… “Babe, I never knew you could sing like that.” “You were eavesdropping on me?” “I want to say something without you getting mad.” The actual reason he was there, was because a settlement needed help again, what he wanted to say but he figured he could ask someone else to help him take care of it. “Preston…” “Nope, I’ll be back in like a couple of hours.” Preston went off on his own, their voice still echoing in his head. Well, if this mission’d be the end of him at least he had gotten the chance to hear that magnificent sound. He returned, as promised, to Sole when night had fallen. “I heard you went to defend a settlement?” “Yeah, I did. I’m sorry about disturbing you with Shaun, I know you value your time with him.” “I do. Are you okay?” Sole checked a rather nasty cut on his cheek. “Yeah… although you know what would help?” “A kiss to make it better?” “Tempting babe, but no. Sing for me, please? It’s what got me through that battle there. At some point I got cornered and heard that voice in my head again and I knew I had to make it back to you.” Sole tilted their head. “Ok. But let’s do it while I get you patched up, okay?” He threw his arm around Sole who supported him. Focussing on their voice actually made him forget the wounds. When Sole asked him to have a go at singing too, it turned out he was a pretty decent singer. “Preston, you’ve asked me if I was okay with you bonding with Shaun?” “Yes, and I understand why you have your reservations.” “I don’t. I want you to come along and maybe we can both sing to him? Or you can try singing him to sleep?” “After hearing your voice I’m sure mine sounds terrible.” “No, it doesn’t Preston.” “Okay. Let’s… let’s do this.” He kissed Sole gently. 

X6-88

X6 had a surprisingly good bond with Shaun from the get-go. Sole presumed it was either becaus of some sort of misplaced loyalty towards Father, or because he felt like he could somehow identify with him because of the way in which he came to the world. X6 didn’t seem to know which one it was either. Shaun often asked for him to stay when Sole tucked him in. These sorts of traditions were foreign to the courser but he adapted to the situation and became a confidante to Shaun.
That evening, Shaun had had heard from one of the companions hat their mom used to sing them to sleep when they were small, and he asked Sole if they could do that for him, too. Sole wanted to say no but couldn’t bring themself to it when looking at that adorably hopeful look in his eyes. Sole sung for them, trying to ignore the ever vigilant courser next to them listening in. They snuck out of Shaun’s room when he seemed to be asleep. “Your voice… it’s not unpleasant.” “ Ok, as a reaction from you that equals a ‘wow’ right?” X6 looked at the inquisitively “ What is that supposed to mean?” “That you like my singing.” “Isn’t that what I just claimed?” Sole shook their head. “Sort of.” “I was wondering if you used to have a career in singing before the bombs fell.”  Sole laughed. “Ok, now you’re pushing it. I’m not that good at all.” “In my objective opinion it is a grave improvement in comparison to what they air on the radio’s.” “You’re hardly objective, you’re dating me.” “I don’t see how my romantical connection to you would cloud my judgement.” Sole blushed. “ Thanks X6″. These occasional moments of romance weren’t that rare but Sole never really saw them coming.

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if you could create an album using taylor’s entire discography, what 13 songs would you put on it to make your perfect album?

1. red
2. fearless
3. cold as you
4. dear john
5. all too well
6. the other side of the door
7. mean
8. new romantics
9. treacherous
10. come back… be here
11. if this was a movie
12. holy ground
13. clean

bonus tracks (because i’m extra™)
14. we are never ever getting back together (rock version - 1989 world tour)
15. wildest dreams/enchanted mash-up (1989 world tour)
16. drops of jupiter (cover - speak now world tour)

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@michael-nishwash [cont from here]

Mike smiled a bit at the question, shrugging. “It was true, once,” he replied. He’d written it because of a girl he’d known when he was younger. One that he still missed dearly, when he thought about it. He knew, deep down, that his relationship with her just wasn’t meant to be, but that didn’t stop him from missing her. He’d wanted her as a friend, more than a love interest, but she hadn’t seemed to want that. And she had been rather bent on just being the perfect couple, and getting married, and how their lives were going to be so perfect. And Mike didn’t want that, really; he wanted music. A musical life with the guys, that he was able to live out and be happy with. He didn’t need to be professional, and he didn’t need to settle down with a wife and kids. He was too young to do that, and especially had been when he’d first gotten with her.

His smile fell from his face as he thought about her, easily getting lost in his memories. They’d had great times together, really. Happy times, that Mike desperately wanted to relive. Just for a moment or two, maybe. It was all the little things he missed, too. How she always wore one of his shirts to bed, how she loved rainy days, or even something as little as how she liked doing her hair. It was all just a sad, yet happy memory. Mike was just lonely, he supposed. He had the guys, of course, but this was different.

He slowly realized he was still talking to Peter, and was quick to plaster on another smile. A fake one, but Mike didn’t think Peter would notice. There would be a time to mope, later, and Mike figured he could worry about everything, then.

“Do you wanna try to sing it?” Mike asked, next. “Or should we just try somethin’ else, to get your vocal range?” Mike didn’t know whether Peter would have a small one or not. Mike, personally, had a wide range, which was only good because it meant that he’d be able to figure out exactly how Peter sang.

Peter could always tell when the guys were lying to him. Well, usually. They hardly had any reasons to lie to each other about anything. When Micky lied it was usually about not doing something when he had, when Davy liked it was about not liking something, or someone, when he did, but when Mike lied it was often about not feeling something when he felt it very much. When Peter lied it was about knowing something when he didn’t, or not knowing something when he did. But Peter had never been very good at lying.

And he knew Michael’s smile was a faker, but he said nothing about it. At least he wouldn’t right now. He had Mike’s attention and he didn’t want to loose it because he’d upset him over talking about some girl.

After a moment of thought, Peter stood, moving away from the amp, stepping down from the bandstand to the keyboard just off to the right. Peter was curious as to what the people before them used the area infront of the window as. It was a perfect stage. He sat on the stool, figuring out the few chords to the song in quick succession, singing to himself a little, a little too high in his register before figuring that out and switching lower.