this whole musical is absolutely wonderful

It’s the 15th somewhere in the world.

A big, enthusiastic happy second birthday to Undertale!!
I’m a latecomer to the fanbase, but I’ve been a devoted fan ever since I tumbled into the world of this fantastic game.
I was originally very reluctant to have anything to do with it, but slowly it started to draw me in and finally I caved… and had one of the best experiences with a game that I’ve ever had in my life so far.

The message, the characters, the music, the EMOTIONS… I’ve played many games that have resonated with me, made me cry, made me HAPPY, all these things, but Undertale is REALLY special.
Special enough that I wanted to show how much it touched my heart by adapting the whole thing into a graphic novel.
It is absolutely fantastic.
And I know that even after the Undertale graphic novel project is over, Undertale will always have a special place in my heart.

Thank you for creating this wonderful game, Toby. You changed my life, and changed it for the better!
Happy birthday, Undertale.

Long Distance (Chapter Ten)

Long Update! Over 3000 words!
Our boys get to meet up again and there are some more Bucky feels, but nothing too sad. Just getting to see our boys interacting together, some light sexy times and then honestly enough romantic sappy texting at the end to about kill you.

Can’t wait to hear what you guys think :)

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE


Enjoy :)
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“Tony!” Steve called as he and Bucky walked through the doors of the hotel lobby. “Tony!”

Tony was leaning against the check in desk, and turned with big grin. “There’s my boys.” He leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss to Steve’s cheek, then turned to do the same to Bucky.

“No, no.” Bucky protested. “Why are we kissing on the–”

“Maybe we wait until we get in the elevator before you try to suck my face off.” Tony interrupted softly, dark eyes twinkling. “If there was just one of you then I wouldn’t protest, but you know… there are two of you.”

“Fine.” Bucky grumbled and Steve laughed, looping his arm around Tony’s waist and herding him towards the elevator.

“Glad to see you, babe. Are you already checked in?”

“Yeah.” Tony wrapped both arms around Steve’s waist and buried his head in his chest. “Glad to see you too.”

“Honey.” Steve chuckled and handed Bucky the bag so he could hold Tony tighter. “Tonights going to be so fun.”

“So fun.” The words were muffled since Tony refused to let go, and once they were in the elevator Steve eased Tony away from himself and right into Bucky’s embrace.

“Hey sweet thing.” Bucky murmured and grinned when Tony just grabbed him around the neck and dragged him down for a kiss. “God damn I missed you.”

Tony sighed into the kiss and Bucky slid his right hand off Tony’s waist and down to hold his ass, pulling lightly until Tony stood on his toes and pressed right up against him. “There you go.” Bucky coaxed, stepping back against the elevator wall so Tony could lean into him. “Come on babe.” Bucky’s voice went deep and Tony shivered against him.

Then Tony let his hands run up Bucky’s ribs, up over his chest and over his shoulders, and Bucky tensed up instantly, freezing when one of Tony’s hands trailed down his right arm… and the other stopped at the edge of his left shoulder.

Bucky wasn’t wearing his arm.

And Tony was touching him and…and…

“What?” Tony pulled away when Bucky stopped kissing him. “What’s wrong Bucky?” Tony frowned. “Hey…hey come on. I thought we were gonna suck face once we got in the elevator.”

Tony moved closer and started planting kisses up Bucky’s neck, stroking his right bicep, his other hand squeezing and pushing into Bucky’s left shoulder. “Babe—”

But Bucky wasn’t listening, was just staring over Tony’s shoulder at Steve with something like awe and maybe tears in his blue eyes and Steve had to cough to cover the emotion in his voice.

“Tony. Quit smothering Bucky and maybe give me some love too.”

Tony turned around, keeping his back pressed firmly to Bucky’s chest, but opening his arms for Steve who put both of his big arms around Bucky’s waist, sandwiching Tony in between them. Bucky sent Steve a quick look of gratitude, then pressed his lips to Tony’s head, closing his eyes and breathing out a shaky sigh.

“You’re stupid to think I care about your arm.” Tony mumbled, and when Bucky sagged in relief against the elevator wall, Steve held them both a little bit tighter.

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Sooooo, I finally saw Dear Evan Hansen on Broadway. Actually I saw it twice, because I loved it so much, I couldn’t resist and went to see it again. Before I went to see it in NY, I had seen the bootleg, read the book/script and listened to the entire soundtrack. And yet, when I saw it live, it was completely different. I was absolutely blown away by everyone’s performance and I wanted to make a list of important things I noticed during the two performances I saw.

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So Sunday, I finally saw Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812 on Broadway, and oh my god was I crying by the end. I went in knowing nothing about it besides what I remembered from reading War and Peace, like, a decade ago, and I absolutely adored it. I listened to the cast recording the whole way home and cried and doodles. The last fifteen minutes were transcendent and moving.

Pierre is my trash in general from that book. And having never been a fan before, Josh Groban was pleasantly surprising and wonderful.

Welcome to the Family

Relationship: Jensen x Daughter

Words: 2,270

Summary: When the reader receives upsetting news from home at a Supernatural convention, Jensen steps in to save the day.

A/N: I realized after I wrote a bunch of this that 1) it doesn’t fit with actual convention stuff and 2) it’s totally and completely unrealistic but bear with me kids. Besides, even if it would never happen in real life, I think we all kinda wish it would, right?

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

Your name: submit What is this?

There was an excited buzz about the convention hall. Any minute now, Louden Swain would come out on stage for the Saturday Night Special Concert, and you couldn’t wait. Your first convention had already been incredible so far, and you knew it could only get better. Sure, you might not have gotten an autograph or a photo op, or had the best ticket in the world. But just being around people you had something in common with and who loved Supernatural as much as you did made your first experience magical.

Suddenly, a roaring cheer erupted from the crowd as Carry On Wayward Son by Kansas filtered into the hall through the speakers. The noise level was so deafening you could hardly hear yourself think, and yet you sang along anyway. It felt as if everyone at the convention had joined together to jam out to the official unofficial theme song of Supernatural, and the thought made you smile.

Tumultuous applause rose from the fans as Richard, Rob, Matt, Mark, and the rest of Louden Swain came bounding up onto the stage. The boys hammed it up for the audience in between songs, and even brought out some special guests from the show to perform with the band. In your opinion, the best part was when Jensen came out and performed Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Simple Man.” Your smile never wavered the entire time, and you laughed and clapped along with everyone else.

You should have known it was too good to last.

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Friday Night Lights

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Fem!Reader

Request: Any chance you can write one where the reader is Anthony’s younger sister and they meet Lin and they really like each other? Like super fluffy with them getting together at the end but also protective Anthony too? Sorry that is vague and sorry if you can’t! ~ Anonymous

Will you do a Lin x reader? I’m always craving some more of that! @ruth-hamilton-delrio

Words: 1957

Warnings: protective older brother; alcohol mentioned; fluff

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Stepping into the club your older brother Anthony made sure you stayed by his side as you pushed your way through the crowd of people.

It was Friday night, for once there wasn’t a show so the cast wanted to go out and have fun to make up for how hard they’ve been working. And it just so happened to be the night you were suppose to hang out with your older brother. So he decided to drag you along so you can meet some of his friends. And in all honesty you were kind of nervous.

Up ahead Anthony can see his girlfriend Jasmine talking to Daveed. He grinned and pulled you along to walk faster as the both of you made your way over. He released your hand and went over giving his girlfriend a kiss on the cheek causing her to giggle.

“Anthony Ramos how nice of you to finally join us.” Anthony chuckled before motioning you over.

“Y/N you’ve already met Jazzy, so Y/N this is Daveed Diggs, he plays Lafayette and Thomas Jefferson in the show.” Your brother told you. You smile at the man.

‘Damn he’s hot.’ You thought to yourself as you shook the mans hand.

“Where’s Lin?” Anthony asked Daveed while casually slinging an arm around Jasmine’s shoulders.

“Uhhh.” Daveed looked around. “He should be around here somewhere, why what’s going on?”

“Nah nothing man, I jus’ want to introduce my baby sister to the guys.” You glared at him.

“Anthony I’m literally 1 year younger than you.” You pointed out to him.

“Damn I feel bad for you, having Anthony as a brother?” Daveed let out a low whistle. You and Jazzy laughed as Anthony playfully glared at Daveed telling him to ‘fuck off’. Daveed only grinned in response.

“Well it was nice meeting you Daveed now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go grab a drink.” You announced, turning away from the small group, walking right into someone.

“Oh I’m so sorry!” You apologized.

“No it’s my fault I should’ve watched where I was going.” The man stammered. Looking into his eyes blew your breath away. He was handsome, he sported a goatee and a man bun. You nervously smiled at him, feeling your heart pound in your chest or its the base of the music, you weren’t sure.

“I…I don’t know what else to say.” You admitted, avoiding eye contact with him, feeling yourself blush from the awkwardness of the situation.

The man chuckled, shoving his hands into his front pockets.

“How about I buy you a drink?” The man offered. “You look like you kind of need it.” You smiled slightly.

“Okay.” You trailed behind the man, making your way to the bar which wasn’t as full as you thought it would be. The man hopped onto the bar stool, patting the stool besides him. Sliding onto the stool you twisted your body so you were facing the bar.

“What would the lady like this evening?” The bar tender asked. You lightly chuckle.

“A rum and Coke.” You tell him. The bar tender nodded before looking at the man next to you.

“Beer.” The bar tender left the two of you to get your drinks. Twisting in your seat, your knee brushed lightly against the mans leg.

“Im Y/N.” You told him. He smiled holding his hand out to you.

“Lin.” Once he said that you thought of Anthony’s friend.

“As in Lin-Manuel Miranda?” You tried. Lin laughed but nodded saying ‘Yes’. You smiled. “I’m Y/N Ramos, Ant’s sister.” He stared at you for like 2.3 seconds before it clicked.

“Right! Ant told me you were coming tonight. Well it’s nice to meet you, Anthony talks about you as much as he does about Jasmine.” Together you laughed as your drinks were set down in front of you.

You took your drink in your hands and took one big gulp from the glass.

“Woah!” Lin laughed. “Well then, um, tell me about yourself Y/N.” Looking at him you can see him blushing, his hands fidgeting with the bottle.

“You don’t need to be nervous Lin.” He smiled anxiously at you before looking back at his bottle.

“Sorry it’s just I didn’t expect you to be so beautiful I- Oh my god I’m sorry.” His face was a bright red at this point from embarrassment.

“You think I’m beautiful?” You asked, turning bashful. His brown eyes locked with yours.

“Of course I do, h-have you seen you? Like damn girl.” You giggled, your face turning redder, Lin noticed this and smiled. At least he wasn’t the only blushing mess here.

“Well thank you.” Butterflies fluttered in your stomach in that moment.

-

Anthony was looking for you. He was kinda worried. He lost you and him being the protective brother he is had to make sure you were all right. So of course he was relived when he saw you at the bar but what caught his eye was you talking to a man besides you. From where he’s at he couldn’t recognize who was with you and his older brother instinct kicked in so he walked over.

“Y/N!” He called it. Your head turned in the direction of your name being called and you grinned waving him over. Lin took a sip of his beer, setting down his second bottle as Anthony arrived. Anthony pulled you into a protective hug before looking at the guy you were with.

“It was his best friend Lin.

“Oh shit man it’s just you.” Anthony sighed in relief. “I had to make sure it wasn’t some douche trying to pick up my baby sister.” Lin laughed as you groaned pushing your brother away playfully.

“Ant I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself okay? And if I wanted to go home with a guy I will do just that.” You drawled. Anthony crinkled his nose in disgust.

“Ew, stop it your my sister.” He grumbled. You looked at him with amusement with a growing smirk.

“Okay this next song we’re going to slow it down a bit, and - hey no having sex in the corner!” The DJ yelled at the couple in the corner as the next song played. Anthony sighed looking back at you.

“I’m going to go find Jazzy, jus’ don’t do anything stupid okay?.” Anthony begged you. You shook your head.

“Go I’ll be fine right where I am, right Lin?” You glanced over at Lin who raised his bottle a bit.

“I’ll be with her, go find Jasmine.” Lin said. Anthony just nodded before going after his girlfriend. Picking up your drink, you drank the rest of it. “You, um want to dance?” Lin asked. You grinned at him.

“Absolutely.”

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Your arms were around Lin’s neck as his hands held you by the waist, your head rested against his collarbone, his chin on top of your head as the both of you swayed to the music. Your eyes were closed, enjoying this moment.

“Hey.” Lin lightly squeezed your waist. Lifting your head you looked up at him.

“Yeah?” Lin licked his lips his eyes looking into yours with intently.

“I was wondering if-” Suddenly the whole crowd roared as the music picked up again. Lin sighed, running a head through his hair but it didn’t go as well because it was in the bun. You giggled, covering your mouth with your hand. HIs hair looked a mess now. Lin jerked his thumb back behind him. “You wanna join the others?” He asked. You shrugged before shaking your head.

“I think I want to keep dancing.” You told him with a grin, wrapping your arms around his neck as you danced to the beat of the song. His eyebrows raised in amusement. Lin was a bit awkward in the beginning but soon loosened up grabbing your hips, moving with you.

-

The night went better than you expected it to be. Sure you came with your brother to meet to cast of Hamilton and make new friends yourself but the second you met Lin you two stuck by each other’s side and Lin was disappointed when the night had to come to an end.

“Y/N you ready to go?” Anthony came up to you and asked. You were sitting at an empty table, Lin went to fetch you a water, to your request.

“Uh, sure, let me go tell Lin goodbye.” You responded, standing up from your seat. You stumbled forward a bit.

“Woah, how much did you drink?” Anthony asked, placing his hands on your shoulders, steading you out.

“I don’t know.” You mumbled, rubbing a hand down your face tiredly.

“Hey.” You peel your eyes open, smiling at Lin reaching your hand out for the water which he gladly handed over. Drinking the entire glass you set it down.

“I’m gonna take her home.” Anthony told Lin, who nodded glancing at you worriedly.

“Wait.” You said turning to Lin. “Bye.” You hugged him. Lin chuckled, wrapping his arms around you, hugging you goodbye.

“I’ll see you around?” He rubbed his hands together.

“Definitely.” You say, looking at your brother. “Take me home now please.” You begged your brother.

“Let’s go.” Anthony helped you to the car where you passed out by the time you got in. As quiet as he can Anthony shut the car door as Lin walked out of the club, his hair now out of his man bun.

“Yo Lin!” Lin craned his neck over to see Anthony. Walking over Lin shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Yeah?” Anthony glanced back to his sleeping sister inside the car before looking back at Lin.

“I’m not stupid yunno? I can tell when somebody likes another. And I can tell you like my sister.”

“Anthony-” Anthony put a hand up to stop his friend.

“I’m cool with it man, but if you hurt her, I kinda have to kill ya.” Lin chuckled nervously, running his hand through his long hair.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Anthony smiled.

“Good. Night man.” Lin watched Anthony get into the car, driving off with Y/N sleeping besides him. Turning down the street Lin began his walk to his car.

-

You let out an audible groan as you turn over in bed, pulling the blanket over your head. Slowly you dared opened your eyes seeing lightly through the gray blanket. Pulling it down you blocked the light with your hand. The light nearly blinded you, it hurt. Looking at the time on your nightstand it was 11:00pm. Beside your clock was a glass of water and two Tylenol. Taking the pills you took a big gulp of water. Reaching over for your phone you pressed the power button alas lighting up the screen.

1 text from Lin-Manuel Miranda.

Rubbing the side of your face, you unlocked your phone. You remember Lin, and talking for the most part. A lot of things were still blurry but you know that you liked him though despite only meeting him that night.

‘Hey, had a great time with you last night and again it was nice meeting you. But aside from that I was wondering if you maybe wanted to grab dinner possibly tonight? It’s totally cool if you don’t want to I understand!’ ~ Lin-Manuel Miranda

Sending him a text back you tossed your phone besides you before pulling the blanket back over you, falling back to sleep.

-

Lin’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He was about to get dressed as Hamilton seeing as the show started soon. Opening his texts he couldn’t help but let out a small cheer when he saw your text.

‘Yes.’ ~ Y/N Ramos

rainbow-flavoured  asked:

Ok but the singer from Kiss Me I'm Shitfaced by Dropkick Murphys will always be my UFSans headcannon voice. And like, the song fits as well. I showed it to my friends and we were bursting out laughing imagining him singing this. Just..... bagpipes, man. I hope to god that he plays a bagpipe in secret. And I'll always imagine him with this voice while reading fics and I can't help it and I laugh the whole time. Imagine Squish just coming home to something like this blasting around the house.

Kiss Me I’m Shitfaced

LOL oh gosh, those bagpipes. i actually quite enjoy the idea of uf!sans playing the bagpipes. so we got him on bagpipes, classic on trombone, i wonder what weird instrument blue would play…lol

the lyrics to this song are definitely crude enough to be sung by uf!sans haha. squish would probably just be incredibly amused to come home to this absolute fuckery. but you know, she could always oblige that kiss ;)

Domingo En Fuego

Pastor’s son Tyler Joseph does some less than holy things one Sunday morning.
Pairing: Innocent Churchboy!Tyler × Fem!Reader
Warnings: outdoor sex, super light (like basically 0) daddy kink, unprotected sex, pretty tame.
Word Count: 4.9k

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anonymous asked:

"T – TOYBOY" Regardless of the rest of this paragraph, this word describes how Cheryl feels about Liam completely. She has never shown any public support of him or his music. He is nothing but an accessory to feed her ego. Can this end now please?

I dunno that he feeds her ego. But maybe so since he is young, rich, famous and hot. I guess the narrative, however creepy, helps with her mouthbreathing fanbase.

I do know he’s collateral damage in the hot mess that is her life. Even if he drops new music soon, it’s gonna be made out to be about her. Just like Zayn’s first single got Gigi a ton of publicity. It’s absolutely by design. This is 100% why his music with TGod Mafia was scrapped even after they were actively promoting it last year. It’s a raw deal.

They all must have signed a motherfucker of an awful contract. Where were the adults advocating to protect 5 teenagers from exploitation? I don’t blame the parents. I blame the industry for their willfully predatory ways. Because I’m sure the whole story is even worse than what we’ve been able to piece together. I wonder if they’d have had more leverage if the contract had been executed in the US? It’s just a really sad and infuriating situation.    

Guys, I had an absolutely amazing night last night. The ceremony was perfect, the weather was perfect, the music was incredible, @braveasabadger got to sing with Harrison playing and she was so wonderful, I got to sing I Want You Back with a whole room doing backup for me, I got delicious cake and yummy food, saw so many friends that I haven’t seen in years, my voice teachers got to hear me sing, and I cried a lot all day. I can’t wait to share videos and pictures as they come in!!

animefreak16ever  asked:

So yo me and my friends on danganronpa amino love love LOVE your scene kid stuff hell my whole profile is based around it so i was wondering....one of my best friends really love fuyuhiko could you make a scene kid fuyuhiko headcanon thing like you did with chiaki mondo ishimaru togami and mikan? Maybe draw him?

kuzuryuu-san skateboard extraordinaire
he spends some of his time with peko chillin in old places listening to loud music 
he likes skateboarding with hinata and gundam, he doesnt mind when souda is there but will absolutely out shred him
may have hit someone upside the head with his skateboard
got his eyebrow pierced by tsumiki, and then when souda questioned him he threatened to pierce his mouth shut
this kid can dance but you wont catch him to save his life (unless youre peko)
gets along very well with sonia, she likes to paint his nails and go shopping with him (he pretends to hate it)
him and mondo are blood brothers they headbutted, ended up wth nose bleeds and then shook with that blood while tsumiki and chihiro shrieked in the background
no but really theyre like cousins and they get along great
will hang out with komaeda and hinata at the same time but komaeda isnt allowed to do anything “weird” to him as he says.
komaeda never makes any promise on that
at one of togamis parties he had to kiss naegi and akane 
he was gonna dye his hair red at the tips but a lot of his classmates commented on how the lighter blonde looked really nice, so he kept it that way

#PrayForManchester

Go to a concert. An absolutely wonderful time. A unique moment. This adrenaline when places are on sale, the happiness of having one and the endless expectation of D-Day. On the morning of the concert, having a smile to the ears all day, no matter what happens, even in the endless queue to see our idol. The chills with the first notes of music, the tears when it is the song that you love more than anything. The heart that rises when the whole audience begins to sing, the hands and voices of each one who are bound. To be sad when it’s over, to think that it was one of the best moments of your life. Pure happiness for thousands of people.

But nothing is normal today. Young people died for wanting to see their idol. It is a shame to the person who committed this awful act. Don’t forget to enjoy every day, every hour, every minute you spend. Take care of yourself, your families & all the people you love. Tell people you love them. And above all, do what you love

My thoughts to every person affected in this attack.

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Day 4! (4?) of @klapolloweek: Music!!

I love music. It’s been present my whole life, since I was very little (I was told I practically lived under my father’s piano while my mama sung on stage!!) Because of that (I think), I developed absolute pitch. And It’s been hell since then.

But it gives me a different perspective on people that sing. Like, when hearing a wonderful voice (or other sounds). I always cry whenever someone or something sounds so right, and beautiful…

Cue Klavier, a musician. Crying. Because Apollo’s singing voice it’s actually beautiful. And we all know why it could be. Besides, Klavier said in-game he did cry when hearing Lamiroir sing (I think). Soooo this was done. Progress gif included!

(This got too long oh god I’m sorry)

Drunken Mess

Originally posted by changkyunho

Changki Month Day 27 {no prompt used}

The bar smelt distinctly of alcohol, of course, what else was Changkyun expecting? He’d drunk far too much already, his head pounded and spun violently and he could barely see never mind walk. He could hear voices around him, echoing but passing from one ear and out of the next. Jooheon must be around here somewhere, but where? He couldn’t be so sure.

Being drunk had been all fun and games until it really hit him, and now all he wanted was to be alone in the comfort of his bed and sleep off the inevitable hangover that would hit him tomorrow. He hated this, he wanted it to be over; he knew he’d end up like this, regretful and pained, yet he let himself do it anyway, after all, it had been him that had called Jooheon to come out and get “more drunk than he’s ever been in his fucking life.”

He wanted to blame his ex, but he couldn’t really. Sure, his ex- boyfriend was an absolute asshole, but it hadn’t been him that had got Changkyun into the club, then the next, and then the next. He’d lost count of how many clubs he’d been in, all he knew was that he was too drunk to be allowed into any more, and this was the only place selling alcohol in the whole town that would let him in.

Music drummed his ears so much that it hurt, but everyone else seemed so unreactive to it that Changkyun was starting to wonder if the music was even that loud. He raised himself off the bench, swaying, he had to find Jooheon. He took a few steps forward, before clumsily tripping his own foot and tripping.

He barely processed it, he thought he was still falling until he realised he wasn’t. He was grasping onto something to stop his ass from hitting the floor until he realised he wasn’t holding onto something, rather someone.

“I think you need to go home, mate.” The man Changkyun grasped onto spoke, helping him onto a bar stool. Changkyun looked at him, but words failed. The worker looked like an angel. Literally. Changkyun wasn’t sure if he was just immensely drunk or if the other man really was as beautiful as his intoxicated mind perceived.

“Why don’t you come with me.” Changkyun swayed on the stool, pulling Kihyun closer by grasping a fistful of his shirt and pulling him in. their lips were inches apart, and Changkyun smirked as the man blushed at the bold movement. He then gently placed his palm over Changkyun’s, allowing himself to come free of the grasp.

“Sorry, I don’t do one night stands with drunk people, at least when I’m stone cold sober.” He sounded like he was joking, but there could have been a hint of seriousness. “Can I get you anything? Some water, is your friend here with you still?”

“I want your name, please.” Changkyun looked up, his eyes resembling those of a puppy, so sweet and contrasting to his previous move he’d made.

“Kihyun. Yoo Kihyun.” Kihyun smiled, “You know, I’ve never been hit on at work before, it’s usually my collage, Hoseok, that gets all of the attention.”

“I think you look like an angel.” Changkyun blurted, and what little sober sense he had in him was crying with embarrassment.

Kihyun laughed, his hand raising to scratch the back of his neck, but no more word were exchanged because Minhyuk had cut their interaction down. Changkyun, for a moment, thought he was hallucinating, he was so drunk that he wasn’t if his friend was actually there until he grabbed his arm, helping him to his feet.

“Minhyuk, what are you doing here?” Changkyun slurred, stumbling clumsily over his feet as he put his weight on them.

“Jooheon called. You’re both absolutely pissed.” Minhyuk didn’t sound exactly pleased from being forced out of the house at such an ungodly hour. Changkyun didn’t even know what time it was by now. “Hyunwoo is waiting outside with the car, so hurry up, I can’t believe you’re so drunk you can’t even call a taxi.”

Minhyuk’s tone surprised Changkyun, his usual happy-go-lucky tone was hidden beneath what seemed like borderline annoyance. Changkyun decided his best option was to nod and accept the help he was given instead of fight it. The last thing he needed was Minhyuk giving him the silent treatment, and a hangover tomorrow.

“Thank you for looking after him, Kihyun.” Minhyuk sighed, “I hope he wasn’t too much trouble.”

“No,” Kihyun smiled, “He wasn’t at all actually.”

Changkyun wondered if Kihyun would be so angelic when he’s sober, but before he could raise any more words, he was pulled from the scene like a doll before being roughly shoved in the backseat of Hyunwoo’s car beside Jooheon, who was looking as though he was about to either crash out or puke.

“If you dare be sick in the back of this car you’re cleaning it out.” Hyunwoo sounded rough, as annoyed as Minhyuk, the next person he’d least expect to sound anything but calm and happy. And that’s when it clicked that they probably weren’t sleeping at all, they were probably engaging in something much more energetic under the sheets.

Changkyun pulled out his phone, he wasn’t even phased by the missed messages from his ex apologising and begging for him to respond, he swiped into his notes, pressing the keys that typed Yoo Kihyun before he felt the tiredness overtake him and everything faded into a deep sleep.

When Changkyun woke up, he felt shooting pains in his back and neck. He groaned, rolling over but he felt stiff and his head banged painfully. He squinted as the light of the phone shone on his face when he checked it. He rolled his eyes, more missed messages. He unlocked his phone, preparing himself to think of some witty reply when a was of confusion waved over him.

A notes page with a name.

Yoo Kihyun.

Something felt nasty in the pit of his stomach as he wondered, who is Yoo Kihyun?

Hoping for Some Permanence

Word Count: 6187 

Chapter: 1/?

Pairing: Prompto/Noctis

Warnings: canonical minor character death (mention only)

Other Tags: Modern AU, Angst, Fluff, Dad!Cor, Slow Burn

Summary: A gift for @destatree that is quickly spiraling out of control :p

After weeks of begging, Gladio finally relents and offers Noctis the name of his preferred tattoo parlor. He doesn’t think to mention just how attractive the young artist is, nor the fact that they both share a connection to his father.

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Noct’s first thought on opening the parlor door is that, above anything else, this is a mistake. He’s making an absolutely huge mistake here, with the bells giving a little tingle on the inside handle and his eyes taking a moment or two longer than expected to adjust from bright summer sun to a relatively dim interior. The walls are all plastered with framed sheets of designs, the windows likewise coated with posters for some upcoming event or another. He almost stumbles into one of the low-set couches, all arranged in a comfortable horseshoe, surrounding a table that’s piled high with over-stuffed binders and the occasional magazine he’s not sure he’d be comfortable flipping through in public.

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thoughts on Hairspray Live!

1. ummmmm… Maddie is adorable, however, a bit underwhelming for me. every other tracy i’ve seen has had so much more energy than her..

2. I missed Mama I’m a Big Girl Now in the movie. I missed New girl in Town in the musical. 

3. AMERICA HAS BEEN SLEEPING ON DOVE CAMERON. She is the true MVP of this production

4. wow! what an honor to see Harvey Feirstein play Edna once again.

5. why is Ariana playing Penny like Kat??? it’s so annoying… penny is not dumb, she’s sheltered. big difference. also.. she walked on her tip toes the whole time. lol. at least she sounded fantastic.

6. Jennifer, Kristin, and Derek were absolute pros as usual. i never had any doubt in them. 

7. the second half was 5x better than the first act, and y’all know it’s because of Ephraim and Jennifer. 

8. the rest of the cast was wonderful. garrett, ephraim, the little girl who played Inez (i forgot!), and martin short. good job guys!

9. the choreography was a bit underwhelming most of the time. but i like that they stuck with the og choreography for You Can’t Stop the Beat. 

Martini’s: Harry Potter One Shot (Ft. Other Characters) - {Requested by Anon}

Request: One in which like Ron, Hermione, Harry and the reader get drunk (you can come up with the rest, I leave it to your wonderful imagination, but I would really love it if it includes kissing and smugging or something). Like a cute funny & sexual thing

A/N: Nothing serious, but just be ready to laugh your ass off at how much of a doofus we all are.

The Three Broomsticks was filled with loud, enjoyable music as the clock struck one in the morning. It was the last day of exams, and that rung us into our 7th year at Hogwarts. We were the emblems of the school now, and that felt absolutely amazing.

We (as in the whole Gryffindor population) decided to celebrate our coming of age with a couple drinks down at our favorite place in Hogsmeade. A couple became a few, a few became a few more, and the rest .. well .. is history.

To put it in retrospect, in the matter of an hour, Ron went from sitting down at his seat with Harry, Hermione and I, to standing on top of the table with his shirt button down halfway while his and Seamus yell at the Quidditch game drunkenly at the small telly at the restaurant.

Harry went from wiping off the access beer from his upper lip to tragically, dare I say it, flirt with the other women at this place. Of course it was horrendous, and he actually ended up throwing up his basic insides on the floor and had the girl leave, but he just continued to walk around as if nothing had happened.

On the more surprising side of things, Malfoy and his minions came to join, or should I say destroy, the party. He walked in with his head up high and threatened to tell all of our professors what we were doing that night, and even pulled out the classic whine he always did back in our second and third year.

But Seamus had a different plan.

He handed a drink to Draco, claiming that it would sooth his throat for the big speech he had to give one of his professors since he had shown late to his herbology final. He claimed that it contained material like herbal tea and such, anything to make him drink it. Draco took it soon enough, and chugged it like it was his first drink in ages.

“I got the lad a martini.” Seamus told Hermione and I. We burst into fits of giggles as we saw Draco hailing the bartender to serve him more of the drink, completely unaware of it’s effects. “With extra gin.”

Within an hour or so, Draco was a mess.

I had gotten up to get Hermione and I some more drinks until Draco flopped onto my side.

“Woah there Malfoy, you’ve got a bit of too much of a spring in your step.” I laughed, a true smile on my face as I helped him sit back up.

“Oh my god, it’s you!” He said, disgusted. I chuckled and watched him to see what he does next.

“You know (Y/N), I’ve always thought you were the most beautiful lily in a garden full of roses.” He slurred, drinking his unpredictable number of martinis.

“Oh, really now?” I said, knowing that the alcohol was talking.

“Yeah.” He giggled like a maniac.

“I don’t know what that Irish kid gave me, but I believe it’s working. Look at how relaxed I am!” Draco literally sang, getting up from his chair and mindlessly moving his hips to the music. I clutched my stomach while I began to laugh incredibly hard, making a mental note to tease him during his hangover tomorrow during Potions.

“C’mon Malfoy, sit back down.” I helped him back into his seat, grabbing my drinks and heading back to Hermione.

“M-My father will hear about this!” His voice cracked as he giggled to himself wildly, but soon enough howling the bartender for more of his drink.

The night moved along with the wind, or should I say, the blaring bass for the speakers all around the restaurant. It was nearing two forty-five in the morning when Hermione and I were finally apart of the fun.

“Chug chug chug chug chug!” Our friends yelled as Hermione and I drank as many shots we could, yelling in triumph when we finished all 7.

“I’m feeling the burn!” Hermione yelled in happiness, earning a grateful roar from everyone else.

We were both starting to feel the wrath of alcohol with our minds becoming more tipsy as the moments passed by. We soon found ourselves go from our very own seats, to partying with our schoolmates on the dance floor to a song that sounded like the perfect one.

We danced and slurred our words until the sun rose out of Hogsmeade. We celebrated our commencement as the leaders of our school, even if that meant we would have killer hangovers while showing the first years around.

While we were preparing ourselves to head back up the Hogwarts, Ron wrapped an arm around my shoulder sloppily.

“Hey (Y/N)!” He chirped, clearly still drunk.

“HEYYYYYYYYYY RON!” I shouted, the alcohol still being my best friend. I sounded as if I hadn’t seen him in years.

“Tonight has been so great. You’re so great.” He slurred, kissing my lips out of the blue.

Of course, we were both drunk and we had no idea what we were doing and everything that felt wrong felt so right at the same time.

I just giggled as he walked up to Neville and started hounding him about the night and felt Hermione grab my hand and lay her head on my shoulder, her drunken state making us both giggle like mad men and talk lazily about our first night as 7th years.


Man, was this year going to be the best.