though the music in there is not my type

i want so many pictures taken of me. i want pictures of me writing in journals. i want pictures of me reading. i want pics of me watching the sky and i want pictures of me being excited. i want pictures of me jumping up and down after hearing the best news ever and i want pictures of me having to fix my glasses. i want pictures of me with my hair being blown everywhere because of the wind and i want pictures of me so blurry that im not even sure what im doing in them. i want photos of me sitting on my bed with my phone in one hand and a cigarette in the other whilst laughing the hardest i’ve ever laughed. i want pictures of me looking out windows and pictures of me sitting on the floor with paint all over my hands in nothing but a long flannel. i want pictures of me running in all types of directions in fields. i want pictures of my facial expression the second someone calls my name. i want pictures of me dancing and jamming to music and i want photos of me when im in deep thought. i want pictures of me when im a mess and sobbing on the floor. i jus want so many pics of me doing things bc i wanna know what kind of person everyone else sees. i want to capture every raw moment.


Voice Types according to TV Tropes:

Contraltos are the lowest female singers commonly heard. Unlike their male counterparts (the basses), however, roles for altos are a bit more common, especially in rock musicals. In more traditional pieces, altos are frequently middle-aged leading women, though some of those are mezzos as well. The only role demographic altos have a firm hold over is for women over sixty - which in most shows means grandmothers. In the rare case that there is a female villain in a show, she will probably be an alto.

[soprano] [mezzo-soprano] [tenor] [baritone] [bass]


Today was the first time I cried watching a skam clip because I related so much from the moment sana was/felt left out by everybody on the tram it was so familiar it was a scene I was used her friends just ignored and didn’t even try to include her in their fun. It was heartbreaking to see sana like that.

The conversation with her mom i straight up bawled because it was a conversation I both had with my siblings and with mother. When I started high school I had no muslim friends because I couldn’t connect with anyone because  I was the only muslim girl in my Latin class and the only time I saw other muslims was during Islam class which two hours a week

so most of my friends were white and usually atheists and even when they called me one of their best friends it took a lot of time before they actually (the majority) took me into account regarding parties, food, drinking and boys but seeing sana struggle with having a majority of white friends is such real struggle for muslim girls the constant issue of trying to adapt even though if took a little bit of consideration this shouldn’t be an issue at all

the prayer scene left me a mess honestly I have tears in my eyes while typing this. Sana preforming the wudhu was so raw and real, her not trying to get dirty while trying to get to do bedroom to pray. Sana looking for the way to pray with on her compas on her phone was such a relatable moment even though I try to pray at home as much as possible BUT SEEING SANA ACTUALLY PRAY HEARING THE MUSIC FADE AWAY HER MOUTHING THE SURAH WE HEAR IT WITH A FAINT VOICE WAS SUCH A POWERFUL MOMENT I never saw something like this on tv I honestly don’t know how to breath I never expected seeing sana actually pray even though I kept wishing for it with @imansmeskinis about it I am very grateful to actually see this

Alphabet Game

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A— Arguments:

When Barry’s angry he tends to shut everyone around him out. After a squabble with you, he’d storm out to clear his mind, allowing both of you a good amount of time to calm down before he returns and you two can actually talk things through.

We all also know that Barry is a crier so it’s highly possible that he would break down into tears when either he or you try to apologize. But the night would definitely end with some I’m sorry cuddles or some makeup sex.

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Another good one. The lyrics really touch me at this point in my life. TGIF guys and have a great weekend.

anonymous asked:

My friend got me into bts lately and i have fallen in love ❤️. Do you listen to kpop and what are your favorite songs??

Isn’t it always nice to find something new and amazing to love?

I guess kpop isn’t quite my type of music though, so I don’t really know much about it except for how hard the band members tend to work! And I know about Jungkook (?) I think:”D

Archie Andrews - I believe you

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Words: 1308

Request: by @deepestdreamlandinternet 

May I request an Archie Andrews imagine we’re you both dislike each other for some reason but kiss or something like with Veronica and him the closet????

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, I had so much fun writing it. I really hope you enjoy it. This imagine corresponds more to the first part of your request but I do think I might make another one inspired by him and Veronica in the closet.

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First day of school and already I managed to bump into him. Him and I were… complicated. He was the classic jock type, well build, especially after this summer, star football player and music prodigy. And even though every girl drooled over him I did not feel that way for the least bit. Back in the day maybe, just maybe I might have considered looking at him that way. What really made me mad was that a few years ago I called him a friend. Since my parents were close with his, I spend practically my whole childhood around him, he was the closest thing I had to a brother and as we grew I guess my feelings started shifting. But then as we were about to enter the high school world he got offered a seat at the popular table. He tried to fit me in his new lifestyle but I guess it just wasn’t my scene so we started seeing each other less and less. But there was this one night, everything was going south in my life at that point and I really needed him to be there just this once for me, to have a shoulder to cry on… I guess I was out of luck since I waited and waited in front of Pop’s dinner for him to show, until I got tired of waiting and returned home to the comfort of my bed. It was that night that my hatred for Archie Andrews officially embedded itself in my heart.

So today, almost 3 years after Archie had ditched me at that diner I was doing great. I skipped town for the past two years and went to live with my dad in Cali but I decided I was finally ready to come back and face my past in Riverdale. What I hadn’t expected was to be facing it so soon. Just as I was walking down the hall towards my new assigned locker I heard a group of loud boys coming round the corner, I hadn’t even bothered looking up to see who it was until one of them bumped into me while they were talking about an upcoming game. I was just about to let out a snarky comment but he spoke first “I’m so sorry, are you okay?” When I heard the voice my face instantly drained of colour. Fortunately, I was still looking down trying to pick up my scattered books so he couldn’t actually see my face. I quickly glanced at him grabbing my last book right from his hands and walked as fast as you could to get away from him. I wasn’t really sure if he had recognised me. To be fair he wasn’t the only one who had experienced and sudden ‘glow up’. During my time away I managed to work a little on myself and my feminine assets had finally appeared. Plus I had gotten glasses that just made me look smart in the hottest way possible.

Thank God this day is over. I thought waking towards my locker, earphones in my ears after the end of my last lesson. The day wasn’t really that bad, I’ve already managed to get a couple of friends around here but seeing Archie this morning threw me off and I was just eager to go home. “I knew it” I heard over your music. I looked around and there he was, leaning against the lockers staring me down. “What do you want Archie?” I asked annoyed. “I knew it was you. I could recognise you anywhere.” he stated proud of himself. “Well, congratulations, that’s amazing that you managed to recognise the girl who used to be your best friend. Allow me to get you a trophy to add to your already big collection of hurting Y/N 101.”I spat out sarcastically. “Hey, why are you mad at me? You were the one who left town without even saying goodbye. What was I supposed to think?” he asked suddenly hurt. “Oh that’s rich coming from you…” I muttered angrily walking away as I felt the tears rolling down. Get yourself together. He doesn’t deserve your tears.

Few days later

I was walking home from the gym listening to my favourite playlist. Things had gotten back to normal, relatively speaking. I was doing good at Riverdale’s high, I had made real friendships and Archie hadn’t talked to me since that first day. I finally turned to my street and saw my house, and someone sitting on my porch. At first I didn’t recognise the man, but as I came closer I realised it was a desperate looking Archie. “I thought I made it pretty clear that I didn’t want anything to do with you Archie.” I sated firmly. “Y/N, I really don’t know what happened between us… I just… I wish I knew so I could fix it” He responded weakly. “There’s nothing to be fixed.” I was trying my hardest not to break. “You really hurt me when you left, d’you know that?” he said regaining confidence. “Good.” I simply said. “I can’t believe you! You come back after 3 years of no letters, no emails, no nothing and when I confront you about it all you have to say is ‘good’?!” he stared getting mad. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get into my home now.” I tried going around him to get inside but in vain. “Oh no, you are not going anywhere until you explain what the hell is wrong with you?” this let your bottled up rage free. “Excuse me?! What is wrong with me?!” I shot back pointing a finger to my chest to emphasise my point. He stared at me confused. “Oh you really don’t know do you?” I asked a little shocked. “Know what?” “Gosh Archie, are you really so full of yourself that you hadn’t even noticed that I desperately needed you?! You were my best friend! I was counting on you! You were supposed to be there the one damn time I needed you. Damn it Archie I freaking loved you I looked up to you! You made me feels things no one ever has and I was always there when you called! But the one time, the one time I was in a bad place and needed you, you left me standing there, in the rain for 5 hours waiting for my alleged best friend to show up. So yes I think I earned the right to be pissed don’t you?!” I was out of breath after that confession. We just stood there staring at each other for what felt like an eternity and then suddenly he grabbed my face in his hands and his lips came crashing onto mine. No one had ever kissed me like that, so passionately yet so sweetly. I was backed against the door forcefully, I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. 

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I couldn’t tell you the thousands things that raced through my mind during those few seconds but all I know is they all ended with him and me kissing on my porch. “I’m so incredibly sorry for what I’ve put you through Y/N… I had no idea… I got really drunk that night and when I finally came to my senses the first thing I did was looking for you, I went to your house but your mum had told you had left town for good. I love you, so much it hurts and when I thought I’d lost you I… well let’s just say it wasn’t pretty.” I just stared deeply in his eyes, unable to utter a single word, I kept searching for something to tell me was lying, that he didn’t deserve that second chance you were so compelled to give him but yet the only thing you managed to get out was “ I believe you”  before joining your lips again.

anonymous asked:

Can I request a fluffy Joshua scenario? Thank you so much for writing all of these and for your wonderful blog ^~^

- you and joshua are neighbors
- you both live right next to each other, but surprisingly….. you’re not close at all
- you acknowledge each other from time to time of course, whether it’s saying hi when you catch one another outside the house or nodding at each other in the school hallways
- but aside from that…. you just know him as your cute next door neighbor or your classmate joshua hong
- one morning, your friend asks you if you could get her one of those club application papers
- she can’t do it herself because she’s already running late that morning, like she’s running to school that very moment
- you successfully grab a paper for her, and you wait patiently for her to get to class
- she rushes into the room five seconds before the teacher enters, and you hold up the piece of paper and give her a thumbs up
- she mouths “thank you” and you’re about to get out of your seat to give it to her when the homeroom teacher enters the room and says “everyone, in your seat”
- you gesture to her that you’ll give it after, but the teacher suddenly says “okay, i’ve been instructed to pick up the club applications today. i’ll be picking them up at the end of class, and i’ve been told i can’t accept any after that”
- your friend just looks at you with wide eyes, while you try to figure out how to get it to her since you’re on opposite ends of the classroom
- any normal person would pass it around and tell them to get it to your friend but no, you know what you do instead?
- you turn the club application form into a paper plane and launch it towards your friend while the teacher isn’t looking
- you watch it fly across the room and instead of reaching your friend
- it hits joshua on the head
- startled, he jumps in his seat and looks down to see the paper plane on the floor
- he picks it up and looks around the classroom with confusion written on his face, stopping when he sees your surprised expression
- your mouth stays wide open in shock even when he points at the paper plane, and you mouth “sorry!!” while pointing over to your friend sitting next to him
- joshua just smiles and nods his head, and then he passes the paper plane to your friend who thanks him for it
- at the end of class, your friend successfully gives in the paper and they apologize for all the trouble like this wouldn’t have happened if they didn’t decide on their club last minute
- but you just shake your head and tell them it’s completely fine
- later that night, you’re doing homework in your room with the window open because the night breeze feels so nice
- halfway through doing your math homework, something hits you on the forehead and you let out a yelp of surprise
- while rubbing the painful spot on your forehead, you look down to find a paper plane lying on your desk
- you pick it up with confusion on your face, and then you look out the window to find your neighbor joshua laughing from his room across from yours
- he gestures for you to unfold the paper plane, and when you do, in neat hand-writing says, “that’s for earlier”
- you gape at the paper, and after quickly jotting down a response, you send it flying back
- joshua catches the plane and laughs at your response, which is “i’m so sorry again!!! i didn’t mean to, are you all right??”
- he writes something down, and sends it back with “i’m fine, there’s not much a paper plane can do to me :) is your forehead all right though?? sorry for hitting it!!”
- and for the next few minutes, you both communicate via paper planes
- the conversation goes from school to actual introductions, and you realize that this is your first real conversation with joshua
- “i’m joshua, but i’m sure you already know that lol. you’re (name), right?”
- “that’s me! so tell me, is math keeping you up too?”
- “nah, i managed to finish the work in class. the english essay’s a bit of a pain though”
- you both exchange paper planes, until joshua tells you he’s going to head to bed since he has to prepare for a long day considering club activities start tomorrow
- you tell him it’s fine, and after sending him the “good night” message, he smiles at you and closes his window
- you go back to doing your math homework, but during quick breaks, you can’t help but read through the paper planes again
- you thought that the paper plane thing was only a one-time thing, but no
- the next night, joshua sends another one over to you right when you’ve just entered your room after eating dinner
- “hello, neighbor :) how was your day today?”
- you smile as you grab a pen and write “joshua!! my day went fine. the cooking club wasn’t all too bad actually. which club did you join?
- “cooking club sounds fun!! i joined the music club. i met really cool people there, our class’ vice president jihoon is actually in that club too, did you know?”
- the planes fly from one room to the other (save for some that unfortunately missed the window and crashed to the ground), and you actually feel sad when you realize how late it’s gotten
- you tell joshua you have to do your homework, and he says it’s fine since he should probably get started on his too
- you say good night to each other, and you get to work, but your mind is clearly elsewhere
- the funny thing about this whole paper plane thing is that neither of you ever brought up phone numbers or social media accounts
- neither of you talk to each other in class either
- there’s the occasional good morning and hello, but aside from that, not really
- it’s like the only way for you both to actually get a conversation going is to send paper planes, and weird as it is….. you’re fine with it this way
- you guys will of course have talk to each other in person one day, but for now, paper planes will do
- the conversations eventually turn into a 20-questions type of game, and learning so much about joshua…. it feels nice….. he’s not just “that cute boy next door” or “model student joshua hong” or “mr. nice guy”
- he’s a friend
- “so joshua, any dreams?”
- “this might sound weird but…. i’ve already kind of dreamed of becoming an idol?? to be able to share my music with everyone, to be able to make others happy with my singing…. it’s just a dream though ^^ you?”
- “it’s a wonderful dream!!! hmm well….. i really just want a happy life, like we all do. a life where i’m always surrounded by my friends and family. that’s all i could hope for. it’s simple hahah”
- “but it’s a good dream nonetheless :) now it’s my turn to ask, isn’t it? how about we get to the smaller stuff? what’s your favorite color?”
- “really, joshua? LOL”
- it’s become a habit, really—your day is incomplete if you don’t send or receive at least one paper plane
- and you both may or may not have grown interested in the things the other likes
- never mind that you cried during each of the anime movies joshua recommended to you, or that you started listening to 2bic, or that you suddenly started craving kiwi ice cream
- and it’s not like you saw a bag of your favorite candy in joshua’s backpack, or that one time he came to class with your favorite kind of tea, or that one time you saw the album cover of your favorite artist on his phone
- you’re both just trying new things, right?
- your friends have been telling you how much happier you look these days, how livelier you’ve become
- and somehow, you’ve convinced them and yourself that the reason is “summer’s here!! how can i not be happy?”
- but after days of denying it, you FINALLY admit to yourself
- that you’ve fallen for joshua
- maybe it’s because he always sends over a paper plane with kind words on it when you’re feeling down
- or that he doesn’t mind staying by the window to help you with your math homework
- or that he’s just so kind and thoughtful and funny and….. he just….. makes your rainy days a little better
- you’re shaking with nervousness while writing on your paper plane to joshua, and he definitely noticed this because he sent you one before you could send yours
- you unfold the paper and read “(name), are you all right? you look a bit uneasy”
- you look up to see joshua standing by his window with a worried look on his face, pointing down at the paper plane you’re working on to let him know he’ll be getting a response soon
- you’ve only written a sentence, but it’s a sentence that could make or break your entire relationship
- you gently fold your paper plane, take a deep breath, and send it flying over to joshua
- you watch nervously as he unfolds it, and you know it’s over when you see him freeze
- “joshua… this might sound weird since we’ve hardly ever talked in person, but… i think i like you”
- he probably read it about ten times in his head before looking up at you, and you tense up when you have eye contact
- but then
- he looks down, closes the windows, pulls the curtains, and
- that’s it
- you walk over to your bed and sit on the edge, burying your face in your hands because what have you done
- your relationship was perfectly fine, and now it’s ruined, all because you let your feelings get in the way
- you leave your window open, not even caring if bugs crawled inside the room because MAYBE you’d wake up to a paper plane on the floor
- but the next morning, you find nothing
- you look out the window to find joshua’s windows and curtains in the same position as the night before, and your heart aches a little
- you frown the entire walk to school, and you take a deep breath before walking into your classroom because you know you’re going to see joshua
- the second you step into the room, you both have eye contact
- but he’s the first one to turn away
- this ruins your mood for the rest of the day, and you haven’t regretted something this bad in a while
- the day goes by painfully slow, and when it’s finally over, you’re so glad you don’t have club activities that day because you just want to go home and die in your room
- but while you’re walking, something suddenly hits the back of your head
- you turn around to see joshua standing a few feet away
- you say “joshua? don’t you have music club—?”
- he cuts you off and says “that doesn’t matter right now”
- he then walks over to the paper plane lying on the ground, picks it up, and holds it out to you
- you take it from him, slowly unfold the plane, and you break out into a smile when you read the words written on it
- “i think… i like you too, (name).”
- you look up to see joshua smiling shyly, and his cheeks are tinted pink as he says “i’m sorry for not replying last night….”
- you jokingly say “you should be. i hardly slept because of you!!”
- joshua laughs at your response and says “i guess i owe you something then, don’t i? there’s this new restaurant down the street we could try out if you’re not busy this weekend…”
- you nod your head, smiling, “it’s a date.”

thank you for your request!! ^^

Mafumafu Tweets ー 02.17.17

Mafumafu: “That moment when someone said to me, “I heard that apparently turtles’ genders are determined when they hatch out of their eggs, so they become male if the surrounding temperature is less than 28℃ and female if the surrounding temperature is above 30℃. If you head over to a warm beach, there might just be a lot of female turtles there. I just caught onto something great, didn’t I?”, and I realized that at some point in time people had started to consider turtles as part of my love interest. The pain is overflowing.”

Mafumafu: “I’m at home almost all the time because of my projects, I’m working to my death at my job, I don’t really have any friends so I don’t go out to play much, there’s no way I’d cheat with someone based off of my personality, I wait around like a dog, and on top of that I think I’m the type that makes gloomy little cries of “woof, woof” while getting emotionally attached to someone, but when I think about how I’ll spend my life and die alone as a video uploader who never became popular and never received any chocolate, I want to cry”

Mafumafu: “However, though it’s only because it’s now that I can say this, I’ve (always) thought that surely a life of immersing yourself into music and your hobbies must be blissful. I’ve devoted a ton of time into my music activities, but I am so content with how each single day has both its fun and painful moments that I think I’d choose this life again if I had a chance to be reborn. Therefore, I thought I might even say that I will give up on romance wait what screw that I want to be blessed I want to be bles”


Characters like Bonnie and Clyde always appealed to me as a teenager — couples so intoxicated with one another that they fear nothing in the pursuit of the realization of each other, actions fueled by blind unconditional love. ‘Robbers’ is an ode to those relationships. The type of relationship all humans long for. All or nothing. - Matthew Healy

Not A Bad Thing, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: Your roommate has a too loud friend and you don’t know whether that’s good or not.

Word-count: 1,427

Warnings: Definite cursing. Also mentions of anxiety. 


Partly based on Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell and there were deliberate parallels. I also played around with the perspective so it’s in third person, just because I felt like it was more appropriate. I can’t tell y’all why I chose Fangirl for Lit Day, although the fact that the main character has anxiety was probably a huge factor. (I have it myself.) Also she writes nerdy fanfiction. It’s just perfect. 

This one WILL have a sequel. I left y’all off on a cliffie there, I would be cruel to not provide some closure. Enjoy! xx

There was a boy in her room.

“Hi!” the aforementioned boy said, getting up from his spot on one of the beds. Before Y/N could even move or say anything, the boy was in front of her, and holding out a hand. She only looked on helplessly (she couldn’t do much anyway; her arms were loaded with boxes).

“Oh yeah, that’s kind of a stupid move, you have all those stuff in your hands.” the boy rambled, gesturing quite aimlessly to the shit still in her arms. Y/N wondered whether he’d leave, or move or something. Her arms were starting to hurt, and she had more boxes downstairs still. “Oh!” Mystery Boy exclaimed and suddenly, half of the crap in her arms were taken. “Do you have any more boxes? You must have more boxes,”

This didn’t make any sense. She knew that Pound was a co-ed dorm, but were there co-ed rooms?

Y/N could only watch as this dude, whoever he was, placed down her stuff on the empty bed, confused and a little afraid. Hands now kind of free, she fumbled for the paper in her pocket, wrinkled with use and constant handling. She looked at her roommate assignment and balked. Was this Karen?

“Lin,” someone said from behind her, and in surprise, Y/N jumped and moved into the room, practically bumping into the Mystery Guy, who now had a name. He had looked up sharply at the voice, all the while catching her from her embarrassing stumble.

“Sorry,” Y/N mumbled and moved out of the way.

“No, it’s okay,” he said, smiling and then, louder, “Karen! Your roommate is here!”

Karen was tall, with long black hair, and exceptionally hot. “Hi there,” she smiled. “I’m really sorry that I’ve left you to fend for yourself with this dumbass.” She pointed at Lin, who pouted.

“That’s unfair, I’m fabulous!”

They left soon enough, and when the door closed behind Lin, Y/N felt like collapsing.

It’s fine, she kept screaming in her head, trying to stuff down the anxiety that had risen like black static behind her vision. Breathe. It’s fine. You’re not crazy. It’s fine.

Karen’s side of the room was already decorated, although it was as sparse as yours, with only a few posters for a bit of personalization. Her bed was still loaded with boxes, but she was downstairs, with Lin, with a few others, with normal people who didn’t feel like immediately upchucking their breakfasts when encountered with social situations.

(This would have been easier had Julia been here. But Julia didn’t want Wesleyan; she wanted to go to the bigger colleges back in New York, and wasn’t that just typical of your sister? Always the braver one. )

Her mom was somewhere in the building, probably talking to everyone and everything, befriending enough parents that would almost absolutely guarantee Y/N some friends. (Not that she wanted any, she couldn’t help but think, somewhat disdainful. She wanted Julia. She needed Julia.) Her dad had already come by, dropped off the rest of her boxes and kissed her on the crown of her head, promising to be right back, I just have to look for your mother, she’s off wandering again.

Y/N curled up in the sheets of her new, new bed, feeling the tears come quick and hot down her cheeks, the tight little roll of anxiety somewhat calmer now, but not any less disarming.

How in the hell was she going to survive this?

She had managed to find her own little corners throughout the campus, her own little writing corners. She found that she couldn’t quite write in the dorm room yet; it all still felt too new, too manufactured, too soon. Karen was nice enough, but she was rarely around, always jumping around with someone new on her arm, off somewhere auditioning. But it seemed like no one was part of her solar system like Lin was, who stopped by their room more often than Y/N would like.

That was another thing; she couldn’t write when they were there.

Their dorm room was tiny, just wide enough to fit two single beds and to squeeze two desks in the middle, and just deep enough to accommodate the length of those two beds. When there were more than two people in there, it all felt far too crowded and far too stuffy and far too suffocating. She could write with Julia there, she didn’t take up so much space. (Headspace. Julia didn’t feel like company.) Y/N couldn’t get anything down because her brain was stuck on ‘Intruder Alert!’.

So she did what she was best at; she avoided the situation entirely and looked for compromises.

This was her compromise.

Her legs were crossed underneath her, laptop open and propped in her lap, and for the first time in a long time, everything felt right. A pair of headphones hung around her neck, and although she had music on, they had slipped down sometime in the past hour, but she was in deep enough that she didn’t notice.

She was still typing when someone approached her.

“Hey! I didn’t know you were a Kanye fan!”

She looked up at the voice, slowly going from the tips of a pair of weird shoes (periwinkle wingtips) to a face. It was Lin. And he was smiling down at her like she was something special. (He always smiled at her like she was something special. He seemed to smile at everyone like that. Y/N didn’t know how to feel about it.)

“Oh, I forgot to pause my music.” she said, pressing down on her spacebar and the action caught Kanye mid-verse. To her absolute confusion, Lin sat down next to her.

“I actually wanna discuss this with you.”


“You listen to Kanye—“


“And you’re a writer! I more or less pegged you as the mopy indie type.”

This shouldn’t be bothering her this much.

“Lin!” Karen called from next to her, although she sounded as though she was yelling from far away. Y/N barely registered Lin looking up at the sound of his friend’s voice, waving frantically at the sight of the two of them. There was a really pretty girl next to him, who looked disappointed at the loss of Lin’s attention. A rare surge of confidence took over Y/N, and she met Lin’s cheerful grin with a smile of her own.

“Hey,” he said, walking over to meet them. He turned to her with a face of sincere surprise. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you ‘round this parts, ma’am,” he said in a mock southern accent. “Are y’all lost?”

She rolled her eyes, fixed him with a smirk, and said nothing, letting Karen talk.

There was a lag in Lin’s eyes when he glanced from her to Karen, a perceptible pause when he took his sweet time looking at her, the confusion practically radiating from him, and then turning to Karen.

Y/N realized belatedly that she had given him a Julia smile, the left side of the mouth quirked just so, chin jutted out ever so slightly, eyes coy and a little frisky.

“You like him,” Julia said without looking up from her nails, which she was painting a bright teal.

“No, I don’t. I don’t like anyone.” Y/N insisted in the least petulant voice she could manage. She only partly succeeded.

“Yeah, but you like him though,”

“Who likes who?” Karen said as she walked in from the bathroom.

“Y/N likes Lin,” Julia said, not missing a beat.

“Oh, yeah, totally.”

Y/N glared a Karen fiercely. Traitor. “For the last time, I don’t like Lin!”

The two other women looked at her, eyebrows raised and unconvinced.

Y/N groaned, arms flapping up helplessly. “And anyway, he doesn’t like me!” The thought made her sadder than she would have liked to admit.

To her surprise, Karen laughed. Actually laughed.

“You’re more clueless than I thought.” she said in that way that she had, like she knew more than you ever would. And in this situation, she did know more.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked, damning the hope starting at the edges of her stomach.  

But Karen only shook her head, chuckling. “Nah, man, I’m letting you figure this one out on your own.”

And then she left, leaving Y/N with her frustrating predicament and Julia with her wet nails. In the wake of Karen’s absence, a silence stretched on for what felt like forever. It was Julia who broke it.

“I like your roommate.”

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anonymous asked:

Can I still call myself Goth if I like metal instead of "goth" music?

This is one of those things that will always be debated in the community and comes down to what one perceives “goth” to be. Some people say you can’t be goth unless you like the goth rock genre because in the end that is what the subculture is based on. Others say you can’t force yourself to like any type of music, so knowing about the genre and acknowledging the importance of the biggest bands in the subculture are good enough, because even though music is the base it is only one aspect of goth. There is no consensus and everyone you ask will have their own opinion on this.

Funnily enough, in my very early babybat days (when YouTube and social media weren’t even things and we discovered new music through Limewire) goths around me seemed to gravitate towards metal events and music much more than goth rock. I have thought of myself as a goth since 2004 or so, but I didn’t jump straight to The Sisters of Mercy and Joy Division. I started from The 69 Eyes, Nightwish and HIM, then moved on to Cradle of Filth and Dimmu Borgir, then to more electronic and darkwave bands like L’Âme Immortelle, The Crüxshadows and Helalyn Flowers, and only some years down the line to The Cure and Siouxsie and such. Every now and then I’d listen to a little Bauhaus and the like to see how it felt, but it took me a while to find the goth bands whose sound I really liked. But I don’t think of myself as any less of a goth just because my babybat years were metal-heavy because there was a learning curve and I was taking things in as I could. So in my case it was a bit of a mixture of both opinions: At first I just knew about the important bands and the history of the subculture, but in time I found goth rock that I did like and added it to the long, long list of things I listen to.

It’s also good to keep in mind that goth as a genre has been around for approx. 40 years and it’s only normal for it to mix with other genres and branch out into new ones during that time. What is deemed goth music nowadays is nowhere near as straightforward as it was in the early 80s, and there is a lot of metal with gothic themes and influences, and a lot of goths don’t really even seem to care about or even notice the mashup of genres. So there’s no yes or no answer here and it comes down to what your personal take on goth is (:

anonymous asked:

how do you think got7's music compares to bangtan's? musically, lyrically, etc. also which do you think fits your music taste more and how would you describe them? I'm really interested to hear your opinion about music so thanks for answering my long ass question ^^

I’ll preface this by saying though I stan got7, I stan got7 because of the people within the group and their personalities more so than their music and I know a many many people who feel the same way. imo bangtan and got7 are in two different playing fields made to appeal to two different types of audiences which can be seen through their music 

bangtan fits my music taste completely where as there are only a few songs from got7 I truly really enjoy that I find fit got7 well which makes me sad. I think jyp needs to stop with the whole jyp rapping, let jackson sing since he’s mentioned 290952058 times he doesn’t want to rap, let the boys discover their music grove that fits with them rather than keep pushing the hard ‘hiphop’ vibe because got7 truly has the potential to be one of the most powerful ballad groups. their vocal line is insane but is not being used to their full potential and their music is also hindering what they can do musically and vocally. I have so much faith in got7 and I keep hoping that soon they will be able to kinda go back to something fun like just right because i think that really fits got7 well (musically and personality wise) or go into more ballad things like if you do, confession song, etc. because they would fucking kill it

i love this musical. i love this company of actors who have changed my life. it’s such a strange thing to say, considering i’ve never met any of them but their words and the way they sing and act impacts me. it makes me feel so happy and lin, oh my godddd lin! he is a genius. he is a damn genius. i am in love with not only hamilton (it is my favorite obviously though) but In The Heights, 21 Chump Street, and Bring it On. i don’t know, i just felt the need to type all this, i just felt like it was necessary. oh and plus this song makes me cry. a lot. okay i am done now bye

6 Inch: Tom Holland x WOC

Listening to the Lemonade album, Queen Bey is the only reason I’m pumping out so many imagines😩 Based on her song 6 inch, (my inner stripper song). I’m not usually the type of person to put lyrics in my imagines but I’ll make an exception for this one-they’re gonna be out of order though. 

Tom and his friends are at a club and he sees a stunning dancer. 

Originally posted by mrscartersongz

Tom was ready to get drunk and no one could tell him otherwise. The club Calypso had just opened and had already been known for great drinks, great music, and beautiful dancers. Not strippers, dancers. 

Tom had an invite to the opening and brought his friends along. The cameras flashed as he walked in feeling a bit cocky. The bass of the music pumped in his chest and he was greeted by a beautiful employee who had a tray full of shots. He smiled and took the shot back feeling the liquor burn his throat. 

A blonde dancer spotted him and made her way over to him, “Do you want a dance?” She asked, batting her eyes. He grinned and looked at his friends who were hyping him up. “How about you initiate my brothers, it was their birthday yesterday.” He said. “Oh twins?” She smiled and grabbed the boys hands. “We actually have twin dancers.” She lead them to the chairs. “You boys will be alright.” He smiled and patted them on the shoulder. 

Tom was having a good ass time and was dancing the night away. He had attracted some groupies who were flirting madly with him, “I remember seeing you in that movie.” One said. “Really, which one?” He teased. She giggled and flipped her hair back, “Spider-man.”

He grinned and whispered into her ear causing her to blush. The club went dark and suddenly the stage lit up.

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Friendly reminder that if you don’t like people reading/writing fanfiction, keep your opinion to yourself! Especially if the type of fanfiction your against is imagines!

This is beyond a “DL;DR”. You are actually harming and invalidating people who use this form of art as an outlet, solely because you think your opinion is superior. This stuff isn’t hurting the characters or the actors it’s about, and it’s teaching people that they deserve to be happy and respected. I, as a young girl, learned that I deserved that type of respect from any potential love interest not from my teachers or my peers, but from associating myself with Elphaba and reading fanfictions about how amazing Fiyero treated her, even though they were dysfunctional and fought at times.

Fanfiction gives young girls (and boys) a safe place to learn that they are worth it and deserve the best. How dare you try to take that away from them simply because you don’t like it.

ghostpathogen  asked:

Music! (Aaaa I'm sorry I just had to send another one cause I love your headcanons!)

aww, i’m so glad! thank you!

to dark, music is everything. dark’s a classic man with classic tastes, so naturally he’s drawn to classical music. he’ll waltz to it, dine to eat, even plays it on his piano. hell, even while he’s cooking dinner, he’ll even hum some fancy tune.

anti, on the other hand, is into the type of music that an angsty teen is into. hard rock bands, lots of guitar, heartbreaking lyrics, you name it. though, there are sometimes when anti switches it up and puts on a catchy pop tune. but that’s a rare occasion.

and when they’re in the car, it’s always dark that drives, and therefore, has control over the radio station. anti always gets annoyed by it and sneakily tries to change it, but dark slaps his hand away without as much as a warning glance omg

[From. MARK]

hello everybody it’s NCT’s mark.
through a program called school rapper
during the time of 2 months I was able to show you guys a new image, and those 2 months were very big and important to me.
at first, I just wanted to take in a learn everything through opportunities
so I think I really ended working hard. this year will be my last year as a student,
but before it ended I thought I was able to express a lot of my student image and thoughts through
school rapper and I started with a lot of anticipation.

doing school rapper and NCT activies was hard and there were times were I couldn’t think straight,
but I think I was able to get a lot of memories from school rapper.
while on school rapper I learned a lot and felt a lot and I experienced a lot of things.
and, being able to meet a lot of kids my age and doing various types of music together was such big motivation to me.
and not just me I realised a lot of friends like me love music and rap,
and I thought that seeing those friends’ amazing passion was so cool and I think it became a motivation for me.
and so even though school rapper has ended with the thoughts of working hard than those times [on school rapper]
I started wanting to do a lot more music

I’m thankful to the managers, A&R, staff,
mom dad older bro and to all the people who worried a lot with me and struggled together with me.
and especially during the program I thought of the members a lot, I’m also very thankful to them~
and my kangseo friends during school rapper were all cool and I’m thankful, and they really like a mentor [to me] but
thank you to xitsuh and giriboy who became really good friends to me.
and also thank you to seulgi who feautured coolly for me~

lastly I also want to tell the fans how thankful I am~~
in the really nervewracking place the fan’s cheering and shaking the small lightsticks
I didn’t know I would rely on it so much.. I’m so thankful and thank you for believing in me until the end.
Of course, I would also like to thank God the most. Thank God.
I will become a mark and NCT that continues doing challenges! please continue to look over me !!

trans. cr- alexa @ nct127 ; take out with full credit.
You Are The Music In Me (Star-Lord x Reader)

Originally posted by sitvistecum

WARNING: Some mention of sibling death. 

SPOILER ALERT: It’s fluffy af and literally Peter is a huge fucking nerd.

You looked up from your book as the soft sound of music filled your ears. It was upbeat and cheery, the type of thing that felt somewhat inappropriate for the current setting, yet, a relief to hear. Beside you was a man you’d never seen before in a red leather jacket, sitting on the grass. In front of him was a pair of worn down looking headphones that he was using as a makeshift speaker to pump out music from the Walkman he held. It was a peculiar sight. You’d certainly heard people play music here before, whether it be from an instrument, or a phone, or gentle singing. But the songs had always been very mellow. And now here was this man, playing music from a device you didn’t even know they still made, in front of a plot that you’d never once seen anyone pay attention to.

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Ideal Type - BTS

Request: can you do bts ideal type in your opinion please? (if you do this type of question, its okay if you dont(: )

A/N: So obviously this is biased, but I did incorporate things that they actually have said they like in a girl. Also, sorry, this is assuming they all like girls.

^From some Japanese magazine that interviewed BTS I think


Taehyung’s ideal type is someone who can be his best friend as well as his girlfriend. He has said before he wants someone who ‘only loves him’ and ‘has a lot of cuteness inside’. He would really appreciate a girl who takes good care of him and surprises him, someone who is always interesting and won’t judge him and will always support him.

Originally posted by hellosarang


Jimin really likes girls who are cute, inside and out. He has also stated before he likes girls who are shorter than him and who have a good personality. Jimin would totally be the type to be into couple outfits and couple things. He’s so cheesy and romantic, you guys would be that ‘sickeningly sweet couple’.

Originally posted by suga-com


An important characteristic for Namjoon looks for is someone he can relate to and confide in, someone he can have deep philosophical conversations with and who will give their honest opinion. Ya boi also likes sexy girls, but who are also smart and who have similar interests. He has said before he thinks pale and tall girls are charming (5’6”+) (165+ cm) and who ‘look good in a white t-shirt, skinny jeans, and red converse’.

Originally posted by jinkooks


Jin’s ideal type is a feminine woman. Someone who would ‘make a good wife’ as he put it. It is also very important that she is a good cook, for obvious reasons. His girl must also be a good person, kind and caring, as well as fun and honest. (Jin is so underrated to be honest, he needs a woman who will treat him right and love him for him.)

Originally posted by kths


Just like Jin, Jungkook wants a girlfriend who is nice, will take care of him, is good at cooking and who will make a good wife. He has also said he likes girls who have nice legs and who are smart. (The girl in his picture looks depressed more than any of these characteristics.)

Originally posted by comfyjimin


So, there is a lot of controversy about if Yoongi is bi or not, I don’t know if he is or not to be honest, but he is always talking about girls being his ideal type (not like he has a choice). Yoongi really does not have many qualities he deems as his ideal type’s. He doesn’t care about height or weight (nor does Taehyung). She must also have a similar style to him though, swag, and must like hip-hop and his music. She needs to be honest and someone who can serve as his motivation.

Originally posted by jinkooks


Just like Taehyung, Hoseok wants a girl who will ‘love only him’. He has also said she needs to be a good cook and ‘think about him a lot’. He also wants a girl who is girlish and has a good sense of humor like him. Someone who will always give him attention and is willing to receive his sunshine love 24/7.

Originally posted by tbhobi

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