teenage prodigy hackers according to hitman and overwatch: (hack into times square to show their cryptic well designed symbol and nothing else on the giant ad banners)
real hypothetical teenage prodigy hacker: (plays a tiled video of the “reggae” gi joe parody short overlaid with running in the 90s)

New York will fix me and

I’ll reinvent myself. No more

Chipped nails, just red lips and

Confident strides down 5th Ave.

New York will fix me and

The lights from times square

Will show me that even in my

Darkest of hours there are lights

That never go out, that I can never

Go out


Time square NYC screens start showing The Ellen DeGeneres Show Premier Advertisement for the new season 😍😍Ellen Show will be back Tuesday, September 5th 🕺😍 🎊🎉🎈
#theellenshow #ellendegeneres #ellen #season15 #ellenshow #nyc #timesquare (at Times Square, New York City)

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optomisticgirl  asked:

Bed sharing? I'm a sucker for that.

god, i’m a sucker for this, too. thanks for this, B, because the minute i saw this, the wheels started turning! this turned into something bigger than i had planned and whoa, just wowwie, thanks for that! 


Quite a few things fall within the top ten category of Annoyances in Emma Swan’s Life (trademark pending). 

There’s the day to day stuff that barely scratches the top fifty. The skips that make her break a heel at least once a month fall into the top twenty-five. 

Having no say whatsoever in chaperoning Henry’s eighth grade field trip to New York City? Well, that would be a top fifteen situation, if it weren’t for the fact that she managed to get out of work for this and spend some much needed quality time with her son. 

Finding out she’s sharing a room with another chaperone? That’s definitely a top fifteen situation, because the last time Emma shared a room with anyone it was with her cousin, Anna, and she quickly found out that the girl was just as talkative asleep as she was awake. 

Finding out she’s sharing a room with Mr. Killian Jones, Henry’s science teacher and cough guy Emma slept with exactly ten months ago and quickly put a stop to things because she so does not sleep with her son’s teachers? That quickly falls into a top ten situation. 

Opening the door to see they’ve been crammed in the most economical size room - one double bed, one desk, one dresser with a television from the stone ages (or at least back when Henry was born) and one arm chair all fit perfectly like a Sims room, with just enough floor space for two people to walk single file? 

Yeah, now she’s definitely tapped into the top five. 

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mediawatchingal  asked:

Love your Christmassy change over 😍 how about how do Regina and Robin spend New Year's Eve? Your choice of which AU version. MERRY CHRISTMASSSSS!

Would it be terrible for me to do this for an AU that you guys haven’t seen yet? If so, I’m gonna be terrible.

They’re ringing in the New Year – soon, anyway – in an hour or so, and Regina can’t say she’s sad to see this one pass. It has been a year of unfathomable tragedy, and terrifying change, but here she is. In a London nightclub with Robin and his friends – their friends now, she supposes, this urban tribe of his, this band of men that have accepted her sudden appearance without question. 

Some of them know the truth, she knows, but not all of them. Not Will, who’s just handed her a fourth glass of champagne. It makes her feel loose and effervescent, has a laugh percolating up and out as she takes the fresh flute from his fingers and sets her empty one aside.

“Are you trying to get this woman drunk, mate?” Robin asks from beside her, and she sobers, a reflexive bolt of panic striking in her belly, her fingers tightening on her glass as she prepares for stony eyes and a deceptive calm that forebodes an evening of bargaining with a jealous, liquor-soaked man, a morning of carefully applying concealer to fresh bruises. But when she looks at Robin, all she sees are blue eyes bright with laughter, an easy smile, and a shadow of something just a hair more intimate, something just for her.

Right, she thinks. That part of her life is over, left behind in the rubble, and Leo is not here, cannot touch her. And Robin is nothing like her ex-husband. He’s not a possessive man, even if she knows he wants her (she’d have known even without the heated kisses they’ve only so recently given into - she should have known staying with him was a dangerous proposition, had known it, in fact, but, well, after everything she’d wanted safety and Robin’s flat had seemed the safest place in the world, possibility of inappropriate kisses notwithstanding). 

He doesn’t bat an eye at Will’s flirtation, just shakes his head when the man replies, “It’s New Year, Robin. If she’s not blotto by the time the fireworks go, she’s doin’ something wrong. Innit that right, Vic?”

Regina smiles automatically, as much for the sentiment as for the fact that even after three drinks she is able to remember that Vic is her. Victoria Miller, citizen of the UK, Vic to her friends, to these men. She’d adjusted quickly to the tube, to traffic on the wrong side of the road, to the rhythms of life in London (not all that different from New York, and yet so very different), but the name change, that’s been the hardest part. She’s fairly certain half of Robin’s friends thought she was hearing impaired for the number of times she simply didn’t responded to her name in those first few weeks.

But she’s grown used to it now, to Vic, to freedom and safety and second chances, fresh starts. 

So tonight, she flirts with Will, and makes occasional eye contact with Robin. One more glass of champagne and she starts entertaining the idea of taking him to bed tonight when they get home – it will change everything, absolutely everything, and she knows he’s been trying to give her time, knows they’ve made a silent-but-mutual agreement not to give in to this attraction until they know it’s more than just adrenaline and high stakes that make them want to be foolishly intimate, but God she hasn’t had sex in ages, and good sex in even longer, and she wants, she wants…

Midnight draws nearer and so do they, orbiting in tighter and tighter proximity as they reach twenty minutes to midnight, fifteen, ten…

She finds herself next to him, right next to him, as the revelers begin to count down from 30, and it’s all very bizarre to be watching a television screen that isn’t showing Times Square. It feels alien to know that the ball won’t drop for five more hours, and for a moment, she feels grief, tight and squeezing in her chest, a deep sense of loss and displacement for the city she so loved but left behind. For the financial district, and a good slice, and those tickets to The Producers that she’d never gotten to use. Central Park, and dirty water dogs, and The Met, and her life

This is wrong, all wrong, she shouldn’t be here, she should be there, this isn’t home, isn’t–

Robin’s hand finds hers and squeezes, and she looks to him, feels everything settle into place. Right. This is home now. 

London. The Eye. Those eyes. That freckle on the back of his neck, just below his hairline. 

10… 9…

Robin’s hand warm in hers, his gaze reassuring, somehow knowing, though he says nothing but, “8…7…6…”

She steps in closer, and sees John glance their way out of the corner of her eye – he knows, both about her and, she’s sure, about them, even though there is no them, not really (there has always been a them, since before That Day, since before Victoria Miller, since Regina Mills and Central Park West and long days in tailored suits, there has been a them and maybe it’s time they owned that?).


She grips Robin’s hand tighter, and smiles, and nods, and 2…1…


The whole place erupts in revelry, and Robin tugs in her in close, and threads his fingers in her hair, his mouth against hers, warm and eager, more than just a friendly kiss. He tastes like champagne and hope and safety, and she drinks him in eagerly, everything else falling away. 

They part, but only to tip their foreheads together, breathing the same air for a moment until Will’s indignant “Oi!” from beside them.

Regina turns her head and smiles guiltily at his mock-offense. “And here I thought I’d be the one kissing you at midnight,” he grouses. 

Robin laughs quietly beside her, and offers a “Sorry, mate,” that has not even a drop of apology to it.

Still, Regina takes pity, and leans in, pressing a kiss to Will’s cheek and snickering at his bemoaning the sorry state of affairs that is being sloppy seconds on New Year’s Eve of all nights.

And then she steps back into Robin’s embrace, lets him draw her out onto the dance floor and boogies until her feet ache. 

Finally, finally free.

Jean-Michel Basquiat (December 22, 1960 – August 12, 1988) was an American artist who began his career creating graffiti art in the Lower East Side of ManhattanNew York City in the late 1970s. By the 1980s he was exhibiting his Neo-expressionist and Primitivist paintings in galleries and museums internationally, but he died of a heroin overdose at the age of 27 in 1988. In 1992 the Whitney Museum of American Art held a retrospective of his art.

Basquiat’s art focused on “suggestive dichotomies,” such as wealth versus poverty, integration versus segregation, and inner versus outer experience. He appropriated poetry, drawing and painting, and married text and image, abstraction and figuration, and historical information mixed with contemporary critique.

Basquiat used social commentary in his paintings as a “springboard to deeper truths about the individual”, as well as attacks on power structures and systems of racism, while his poetics were acutely political and direct in their criticism of colonialism and support for class struggle.

Jean-Michel Basquiat, born in Brooklyn, New York, was the second of four children of Matilda Andrades (July 28, 1934 – November 17, 2008) and Gerard Basquiat (born 1930). He had two younger sisters: Lisane, born in 1964, and Jeanine, born in 1967.

His father, Gerard Basquiat, was born in Port-au-PrinceHaiti, and his mother, Matilde Basquiat, of Afro-Puerto Rican descent, was born in Brooklyn, New York. Matilde instilled a love for art in her young son by taking him to art museums in Manhattan and enrolling him as a junior member of the Brooklyn Museum of Art. Basquiat was a precocious child who learned how to read and write by age four and was a gifted artist. His teachers noticed his artistic abilities, and his mother encouraged her son’s artistic talent. By the age of 11, Basquiat could fluently speak, read and write French, Spanish, and English.

In September 1968, when Basquiat was about 8, he was hit by a car while playing in the street. His arm was broken and he suffered several internal injuries, and he eventually underwent a splenectomy. While he was recuperating from his injuries, his mother brought him the Gray’s Anatomy book to keep him occupied. This book would prove to be influential in his future artistic outlook. His parents separated that year and he and his sisters were raised by their father. The family resided in Boerum Hill, Brooklyn, for five years, then moved to San Juan, Puerto Rico in 1974. After two years, they returned to New York City.

When he was 11, his mother was committed to a mental institution and thereafter spent time in and out of institutions. At 15, Basquiat ran away from home. He slept on park benches inWashington Square Park, and was arrested and returned to the care of his father within a week.

Basquiat dropped out of Edward R. Murrow High School in the tenth grade. His father banished him from the household and Basquiat stayed with friends in Brooklyn. He supported himself by selling T-shirts and homemade post cards.

In 1976, Basquiat and friend Al Diaz began spray-painting graffiti on buildings in Lower Manhattan, working under the pseudonym SAMO. The designs featured inscribed messages such as “Plush safe he think.. SAMO” and “SAMO as an escape clause”. In 1978, Basquiat worked for the world famous Unique Clothing Warehouse, in their art department, at 718 Broadway in NoHo and at night he became “SAMO[14]” painting his original graffiti art on neighborhood buildings. Harvey discovered Basquiat painting a building one night, they became friends, and Harvey offered him a day job. On December 11, 1978, the Village Voicepublished an article about the graffiti. When Basquiat & Diaz ended their friendship, The SAMO project ended with the epitaph “SAMO IS DEAD,” inscribed on the walls of SoHo buildings in 1979.

In 1979, Basquiat appeared on the live public-access television cable TV show TV Party hosted by Glenn O'Brien, and the two started a friendship. Basquiat made regular appearances on the show over the next few years. That same year, Basquiat formed the noise rock band Test Pattern – which was later renamed Gray – which played at Arleen Schloss´s open space, “Wednesdays at A`s”, where in October 1979 Basquiat showed, among others, his SAMO color Xerox work.

Gray also consisted of Shannon Dawson, Michael Holman, Nick Taylor, Wayne Clifford and Vincent Gallo, and the band performed at nightclubs such asMax’s Kansas CityCBGBHurrah, and the Mudd Club. In 1980, Basquiat starred in O'Brien's independent film Downtown 81, originally titled New York Beat. That same year, Basquiat met Andy Warhol at a restaurant. Basquiat presented to Warhol samples of his work, and Warhol was stunned by Basquiat’s genius and allure. The men later collaborated. Downtown 81 featured some of Gray’s recordings on its soundtrack. Basquiat also appeared in the Blondie music video “Rapture” as a nightclub disc jockey.

The early 1980s were Basquiat’s breakthrough as a solo artist. In June 1980, Basquiat participated in The Times Square Show, a multi-artist exhibition sponsored by Collaborative Projects Incorporated (Colab) and Fashion Moda. In September of the same year, Basquiat joined the Annina Nosei gallery and worked in a basement below the gallery toward his first one-man show, which took place in March 1981 with great success (helping him prepare the show was Joe La Placa, who soon became a partner with Guillaume Gallozzi in the Gallozzi-La Placa Gallery, a promoter of Basquiat and other graffiti luminaries). In late 1981, Rene Ricard published “The Radiant Child” in Artforum magazine, which brought Basquiat to the attention of the art world.

From November 1982, Basquiat worked from the ground-floor display and studio space Larry Gagosian had built below his Venice home and commenced a series of paintings for a 1983 show, his second at Gagosian Gallery, then in West Hollywood. During this time he took considerable interest in the work thatRobert Rauschenberg was producing at Gemini G.E.L. in West Hollywood, visiting him on several occasions and finding inspiration in the accomplishments of the painter. In 1982, Basquiat also worked briefly with musician and artist David Bowie.

In 1983, Basquiat produced a 12" rap single featuring hip-hop artists Rammellzee and K-Rob. Billed as Rammellzee vs. K-Rob, the single contained two versions of the same track: “Beat Bop” on side one with vocals and “Beat Bop” on side two as an instrumental. The single was pressed in limited quantities on the one-off Tartown Record Company label. The single’s cover featured Basquiat’s artwork, making the pressing highly desirable among both record and art collectors.

At the suggestion of Swiss dealer Bruno Bischofberger, Warhol and Basquiat worked on a series of collaborative paintings between 1983 and 1985. In the case of Olympic Rings (1985), Warhol made several variations of the Olympic five-ring symbol, rendered in the original primary colors. Basquiat responded to the abstract, stylized logos with his oppositional graffiti style.

Basquiat often painted in expensive Armani suits and would even appear in public in the same paint-splattered suits.

By 1986, Basquiat had left the Annina Nosei gallery, and was showing in the famous Mary Boone gallery in SoHo. On February 10, 1985, he appeared on the cover of The New York Times Magazinein a feature entitled “New Art, New Money: The Marketing of an American Artist”.[27] He was a successful artist in this period, but his growing heroin addiction began to interfere with his personal relationships.

When Andy Warhol died on February 22, 1987, Basquiat became increasingly isolated, and his heroin addiction and depression grew more severe. Despite an attempt at sobriety during a trip to Maui, Hawaii, Basquiat died on August 12, 1988, of a heroin overdose at his art studio in Great Jones Street in New York City's NoHo neighborhood. He was 27.

Basquiat was interred in Brooklyn's Green-Wood Cemetery.

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New Year’s Kiss

yepp, it’s a little late. anyway, enjoy the destielness. it’s about 1,400 words. 

Castiel sighed down at the red cup in his hand. He glanced at the watch on his left wrist. 11:27. He looked up at the TV, which was showing Times Square full of people. He looked around the small room. There were two couches, a ping pong table, and a small table with snacks and drinks on it. Cas sat down in an open spot on the couch and bit the lip of his plastic cup.

People milled around and conversed as New Year’s Day approached. There were plenty of couples that would get their kisses at midnight, but Cas wasn’t a part of any one of them. It was his final year of college, and he still hadn’t found anyone to share that special moment with.

Suddenly, someone flopped down onto the couch next to him. Startled, Cas turned to him with wide eyes. He spotted tan skin dusted with freckles and green eyes, bright like they held a secret.

“Hi,” the man said to him. He smiled a little mischievously, and Cas caught a glimpse of straight white teeth behind pink lips.

“Hello,” Cas replied, unsure why this cute man was talking to him.

“I’m Dean,” he said, and stuck out a hand.

“Castiel,” he said cautiously as he took Dean’s hand.

“So, Cas, how are you doing on this fine evening?”

“I’m sorry, why are you talking to me?” Cas bluntly asked, still confused.

“Well, honestly, you looked lonely. And you’re cute,” Dean said with a shrug. “And cute people shouldn’t be alone when the New Year begins,” he added with a wink.

Cas looked away as a blush tinted his cheeks. “Did you ever think that I would prefer to be alone?” Cas retorted, not willing to give in easy.

“If you really wanted to be alone, you wouldn’t be at a party,” Dean said, turning his body to Cas and putting an elbow on the top of the couch.

“Actually, my friend Charlie dragged me here.” Cas pointed at a laughing redhead one the other side of the room. “I had no say.”

“Yeah, I know how she can be. She was in one of my history classes last year,” Dean commented.

“Oh really? She never mentioned you,” Cas furrowed his brow.

“Oh, we never actually talked much, but man, could she argue. She debated with the professor practically every class about one thing or another, and won most of the time.”

“Yeah, she sure doesn’t give up easily,” Cas conceded.

“So, Cas, back to the question. How are you doing?”  Dean said after a minute of silence.

“I’m fine, Dean.” Cas didn’t want to reveal how lonely he really had been, and how thankful he was that Dean had sat down to talk to him.

“Fine? Aw, we can do better than that,” Dean teased him. “Tell me about yourself, O Mysterious One.”

Cas looked over at Dean with a cocked eyebrow. Dean raised both of his and nodded once, as if to say Yes, I’m being serious. I’m waiting.

Cas sighed. “My full name is Castiel Novak.  I have one older brother, Gabriel, and a younger sister, Anna.” He bit his lip in thought as he tried to think of something else to tell Dean.

“What’s your major?” Dean asked, saving him from the silence.

“Psychology,” Cas said. “Yours?”

“Sports medicine,” Dean replied. “What are some of your favorites?”

“Favorite whats?” Cas asked, confused.

“Favorite everything. Color, food, book, movie, planet, time of day, whatever,” Dean suggested with a shrug.

“Color, green. Food, hamburgers. Book, undecided. I’ve read too many. Movie,” Cas thought for a second. “Probably Star Wars. Planet? I’m a huge fan of Pluto. And time of day? I think I have to go with 7 pm.”

“Why 7?” Dean asked, looking curious.

Cas shrugged. “It’s when Jeopardy comes on,” he said, embarrassed. He looked at the cup still in his hand. Dean let out a laugh, and Cas looked up at him, furious he had the nerve to laugh at him. When Dean saw his face though, he stopped laughing.

“Oh, God, Cas, I’m not laughing at you, I promise,” he assured him. “I’m laughing because I love that show. I watch it practically every night. I’m just glad I found another nerd,” Dean teased.

Cas, pretending to look offended, put a hand to his chest and feigned a gasp. “Nerd? I am no nerd.”

Dean gave him a deadpan stare. “Come on. You’ve read too many books to pick a favorite? Your favorite movie is Star Wars? You’re a fan of Pluto? Dude, you’re a nerd, but I can dig that. I’m kind of a nerd too.”

“Kind of? Let’s hear what you got,” Cas said.

“My favorite movie is Star Trek. My favorite planet is Jupiter because it’s huge and looks really badass. My favorite time of day is also 7, also for the same reason. And my favorite books are the Lord of the Rings.”

Cas stroked his chin as if he had a beard, deep in fake thought. Finally, he stuck out his hand for a handshake. “Welcome to the Nerd Club. Members, 2.”

Dean let out a laugh and shook his hand. “Thank you. It’s an honor to be here.”

“The honor is all mine. But first, a question.”

“Anything for you, Cas,” Dean teased.

Cas dropped the honorable club act. “Star Trek? Really?”

Dean gaped at him, caught off guard. “What do you mean, really? Yes, Star Trek! It’s amazing!”

Cas rolled his eyes. “Star Wars is so much better,” he said, knowing it would set Dean off.

“Oh, no you don’t. Star Wars is so unrealistic. I mean, the force? What is that all about? You can’t just move stuff with the energy coming off people, or whatever,” Dean argued

“Dean, the whole thing is unrealistic, for both of them. We’re talking extensive space exploration, warp travel,” Cas argued back, throwing in the Star Trek term to make his point. “Teleportation, force fields, hundreds of thousands of alien species.”

“Yeah, well, the force is ridiculous,” Dean stated again, clearly unsure of how to rebut Cas. He laughed at Dean, so flustered by Cas’ argument.

“Well, Mr.—wait, what’s your last name?” Cas asked.


“Well, Mr. Winchester. Tell me more about yourself. Siblings? Favorite color and food? How about a favorite song?”

“Alright, Mr. Novak. I have a younger brother, Sammy. Great kid. Trying to get him into law school. He’s so smart, he’s gonna help so many people,” Dean started. Cas couldn’t help but smile at the pride on Dean’s face. “Color? Blue,” he continued, looking straight in Cas’ eyes. “Food? Gotta be bacon cheeseburger. And pie. Never forget the pie.” Cas laughed at this. “As far as favorite song, it’s a tie.”

“Between which two songs?” Cas prompted, confused at Dean’s hesitation.

“’Ramble On’ and ‘Traveling Riverside Blues’”

Cas’ eyes widened. “You listen to Led Zeppelin?” he asked, completely surprised.

Dean eyed him warily. “Yeah, why?”

“I love Led Zeppelin! I didn’t think anyone else listened to them much these days,” Cas admitted.

“Well would ya look at that, we have something in common,” Dean smiled at him, and Cas returned the smile.

They had gotten so caught up in talking that they had forgotten about the television, now showing the ball dropping in New York City. The people around them started chanting down from 10 as the New Year closed in.

“One more question, Cas,” Dean said as he leaned in closer so Cas could hear him over the chanting. “Are you seeing anyone?”

Cas waited only a second before closing the gap between their lips. Dean froze, surprised, before returning the kiss, sliding a hand along Cas’ jaw. The calls of, “Happy New Year!” became fuzzy as sparks flew behinds Cas’ eyelids.

Unwilling to make a scene at the party Cas pulled back enough to look into Dean’s eyes.

“No. I’m not seeing anyone,” Cas said, breaths dancing across Dean’s lips. “Unless…” he let his thought trail off.

“Come over tomorrow. I’ll make burgers and we can watch Jeopardy together. We’ll determine the real nerd here,” Dean suggested, winking at Cas.

Cas leaned in, giving Dean another small kiss. “You can try,” he said, “but you will lose.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“My New York years were not a success. I was a big hustler. I worked in Times Square at a peep show. I squatted in the basement at [punk venue] ABC No Rio. That’s before they had cement floors. I was sleeping on dirt. Once a month, I’d have to get up on stage while [drag queen performance artist] Lady Bunny would throw fish at me. I was covered with hamburger meat and was being beaten with fish - fresh mackerel and flounder.” - Courtney Love


Punk Niall Blurb: Requested

You sat quietly with a group of friends, each more drunk than the last, as you took in the surroundings of the party. The new year came to quick for you, you couldn’t believe it! Now, you were at a high school party with your friends, just waiting for that ball to drop once again.
“Hey, (Y/N),” you heard someone say, and you snapped your head in the direction of the source. As soon as you saw who it was, you rolled your eyes.
“Hello, Horan,” you groaned.
He grinned and sat down next to you on the couch. “Whatcha up to?” he asked, leaning forward and grabbing a beer from the coffee table.
You sighed. Niall Horan always pestered you wherever you were. In class, on the bus, school dances, you name it. You couldn’t escape him, however, because your friend groups often hung out together.
Your group of friends were the school badasses, if you will. I.E. leather jackets, boots, real biker material. His group were the punks; piercings, tattoos, and crazily sex-driven.
Niall had been after you since day one. You confused him greatly, but that only added more excitement to the chase. Every girl at your high school would be more than happy to have the attention that you get from Niall. They’re like moths, and he’s the light that looks glorious and heavenly at first, but only ends up breaking you. He knows it, too. And that’s why you will never, ever fall for him.
“Sitting,” you bluntly replied.
“Do you have a New Year’s kiss yet?” he asked with a cheeky smile.
“No, Niall, and I’m not going to kiss you,” you said.                                He laughed. “You will,” he smirked.
“No, Horan,” you said, holding your ground. Secretly, you would love to kiss Niall. He was perfectly put together, almost as if God had given him a little too much hope. His blonde hair was always swept up, and sometimes the sun would reflect on it in the most perfect way, turning it to gold. His body was inked with tattoos from his neck down, and piercings were prominent on his lip, ears, eyebrow, and nose. But your favorite part of him was his eyes. Striking blue and always bright, they never seized to fascinate you. He was gorgeous, to say the least. But no, you were never let him know what you really thought about him. Ever.
He hummed at your reply, thinking about how he could get you to kiss him. He always got every girl he wanted, what made you different? He needed to kiss you that night, or he just might explode. Your lips taunted him every time you spoke, and he could so easily imagine them moving with his. He had to have you. “Are you saying you don’t want to kiss me?” he said, testing you. He loved messing with you, and he knew you loved it when he did, even if you wouldn’t admit it.
“Yes!” you said. You tried to act annoyed, but you couldn’t help the small smile that managed to creep it’s way on your lips.
“Yes, you do want to kiss me?”
“No! Yes, as in, I do not want to kiss you! God!” you said, and he chuckled at your small outburst.
After that, he left you alone for the most part. Sometimes he would come up to you and try to talk you into kissing him, but you wouldn’t give in.
Finally, it was time for the ball dropping. Everyone at the party gathered in the living room, around the television that was running the Times Square New Year’s show. The clock began to count backwards.
With all the chanting going on around you, it was hard to concentrate on anything else.
“25, 24…” You took a sip from your cup of beer.
“20, 19…” You and your friends were shouting at the top of your lungs.
“15, 16…” Suddenly, Niall appeared at your side.
“(Y/N)!” he yelled, causing you to look over at his grinning face.
“10, 9…” Niall began to beg you for a kiss, and it was clear he wasn’t going to stop.
“Please!” Niall shouted.
“5, 4…”
“Oh, just kiss me, Horan!” you yelled, and his face lit up.
“3, 2…” Niall cupped your face in his hands, and as the ball fell he greedily placed his lips on yours. Cheers and “Happy New Year“‘s could be heard around the room as you and Niall kissed. His cherry taste and minty scent filled your senses and you finally gave up the inner battle between your mind and your heart, and faced the facts. You had fallen for Niall Horan.
As you both pulled away, breathless, a wide grin spread across Niall’s face. “Thank you,” he whispered and kissed you again.

Happy New Year everyone, and thanks for reading! I know it’s kinda bad, I’m sorry! I was having writers block! But I hope you liked it anyway. Request more preferences and blurbs! xx

so you’re going to see darren criss in hedwig...

…awesome! i plan on it, too! but i’m going to guess that for a fair amount of those coming to see him, it will be their first time and introduction to the show. i’ve seen some broadway etiquette rundowns floating around since the announcement he’ll be taking over that can err on the side of lecture-y; this ain’t that (hopefully), but as someone who’s had the excellent fortune of seeing it four times, a few helpful guidelines:

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So you may remember that I interviewed the incredibly badass Julianne Moore a while back. If you thought she couldn’t get any more badass, this talented lady showed Times Square her actress chops. The results were…well, just watch the video. 

THE JANOSKIANS specialize in both pop punk mischief and pandemonium with their own style of “social disturbance”. In February 2014, that pandemonium erupted like never before in Times Square when 20,000 fans showed up along with Republic Records—who signed the boys in the aftermath. That summer, they cooked up their hit song “Real Girls Eat Cake” and partnered with LIONSGATE® for a feature length film that is due out in 2015. In August 2014 they launch a global invasion with the “Got Cake Tour”, spanning Europe, North America, and beyond. In 2011, they became one of the most talked-about phenomena on YouTube after uploading a hysterical video entitled “Awkward Train Situations”. Regularly capturing their shenanigans and uploading them to the site, the Australian-born and Los Angeles-based five-some soon garnered 2 million-plus subscribers and over 200 million views. They hit the States for 2013’s “#NotaBoyBand” tour, selling out every date of the tour in advance. Along the way, they shut down notable locations worldwide, attracting thousands of screaming girls to London’s Hyde Park and the Beverly Center in Los Angeles.
—  Advertising Week
Thanks To Luke - Requested (Michael)

Requested by Anon - Hey, could you do a Michael imagine where you’re Luke’s best friend and you get reunited for the fist time in like years and MIKEY likes you and in sorry of this doesn’t make sense:( thank you love!x

4 years 6 months and 3 days ago I moved to New York City. Everyone knows of NYC - The Big Apple, The City that Never Sleeps - the place for me to start fresh away from the life I once had in Australia. Though I loved being here, I wanted to go home. I left everyone I’ve ever known there and I was ready to go. I had my time away, I finished studying at NYU and since my graduation was in one week, I was oh so close to getting back to Sydney. I had some struggles with life after my mum passed away because she was all I had. I heard a knock on my door.

“Who is it?” I asked. I didn’t expect anyone to be coming over tonight. They didn’t answer and when I looked out my peep hole I dropped my tea. “LUKE” I shouted as I flung the door open. I hadn’t seen my best friend since I left. “What are you doing here?” I asked a I hugged him tight. I refused to let him go because he was a little piece of home.

“I wanted to surprise you” he answered. “My band is on tour over here and I figured that you couldn’t be that hard to find. In case you are wondering…I was wrong. I knew you were at NYU so I had to search the student directory and I still couldn’t find you so I started asking some kids that were hanging around the School of Social Work and Y/F/N said she knew you. She helped me get here since I couldn’t understand the subway here” he rambled. I finally let go of him and stood back.

“You managed to grow more” I laughed. “Where is the rest of the band?”  asked as I looked behind him thinking maybe I missed them. I have heard of them but was unable to ever meet them. 

“I figured that maybe you could come to the show tonight. You could meet them all and hang out and stuff” he told me.

I looked at my books. My LSW exam was in 8 days, I should be studying. He followed my eyes toward my books. “It’s okay Y/N, I know how important school is to you. Maybe another time” he says.

“NO!” I said a little louder then I had expected to. I grabbed my jacket and told him “lets go, I’ll show you around a bit before the show.” I brought Luke to Times Square and showed him some of my favorite places around there before finally ending up at the Nintendo World Store. “I come here to relax sometimes” I told him. “Sounds odd but it makes me think of sitting at home with you and just playing all day.” I hugged him again “I miss home” I told him. 

“Lets go back to the other guys, get you around some other Aussies and hopefully that will help. My mum is there too and she cannot wait to see you!” he smiled.


“This is Ashton and Calum” Luke says as he introduces me to the boys I heard almost everything about. 

“Wooooooow, the world famous Y/N” Calum laughs. “Never thought I’d see the day" 

"You know, if I never left, Luke wouldn’t have needed any more friends so I’m just saying….You need to thank me for your band” I joked and the three boys laughed.

“I can see what you mean about her humor” Ashton says.

“Where is Michael?” Luke questions.

“I think he is in the back playing FIFA” Ashton replies.

“FIFA? YOU GUYS HAVE FIFA HERE?” I said with wide eyes. Luke just laughed and ushered me into the back room where I saw him. You know how they say when you meet your soulmate you just know? I never believed in any of that until I saw the white haired kid wearing a beat up Harley Davidson shirt and focused wholly on the game in front of him.

‘Mikey, this is Y/N" Luke says a little louder then I thought was necessary. When he didn’t look up Luke was about to speak louder but I stopped him.

“Lukey boy, you don’t just interrupt someone while they are mid game” I said while taking a seat next to Michael on the couch. I was trying to play it cool and I was hoping that when he did finally pay attention, he wouldn’t be able to tell that I was nervous. He put the game on pause.

“You play?” he asked. I shook my head yes and he just stared.

“Is it so hard of you to believe that a girl likes FIFA?” was my response. Michael had a smirk and restarted the game, handing me a controller and looking at me. 

“We’re gonna get along pretty good” he said and turned back to the game. I don’t know when Luke left but I was faintly aware when he walked back in with Calum and Ashton following close behind. They all looked between me and Michael and had a smile.

After the show had ended and I said goodbye to the boys, I went back to my apartment and sat down at my desk. I tried to study but my thoughts kept going back to Michael. I turned my music on and got my notebook out. I had to get him out of my head, he is my best friend’s band mate, I can’t go there. I continued to keep contact with not only Luke, but I heard from Ashton and Calum several times since I last saw them. Michael made no effort to contact me and although that hurt me a little, I knew it was going to help me focus. I studied for 8 days straight and on the morning of my LSW exam I received a picture from Luke of him and Michael smiling while on a street somewhere with the caption *good luck baby girl, call me when you get your results* I smiled and walked into the exam room. Results were instant and in that instant, my life was changed. I graduated college, I am a LSW and I could go home, I could go anywhere. When I got back to my apartment at 7:30 there was a small package sitting in my mailbox. I opened it and found a ticket to London with a pack of gum, a gift card for the book store, a new pair of beats and a neck pillow. I read the note that went along with it.

* We knew you could do it! Now hurry up and pack, your trip starts at 9 tonight!* Although I knew I was going to London, I could only speculate that I would be meeting up with the boys. I quickly packed a bag with enough clothes for 3 weeks because I don’t know how to be a light packer and there was no return ticket, so I didn’t know how long I would be there. I shot Luke a quick text thanking him for the stuff but did not receive an answer. I looked on my phone to find it was 12:30 am in London, they should be up but oh well. I did some things around the apartment so it wouldn’t look horrid when I did come home and I called Y/F/N and told her what was happening. She has 3 room mates so when I offered for her to stay at my place while I was away, she jumped right at the chance. I hailed a cab and set off to the airport. 

Landing in London was a new experience. There were a lot more people then I expected to see but I was well rested and ready to take on the world. I took a sleeping pill before boarding the plane so I could beat jet lag and I wasn’t surprised when Liz was the only one to pick me up from the airport. NO ONE is able to get Luke up before noon unless he has to be up. 

“Hey hun!” Liz said as she took me into her arms. “I can’t believe it! You are officially all grown up and with a degree and everything” she smiled. The boys are all still asleep but if you want you can come back to my room at the hotel and shower and take some time to yourself before you get bombarded by them.“ I decided that she had the best plan and took her up on that offer. "So, I hear someone caught the eye of our Mikey” she told me. 

“What do you mean?” I asked as I blushed.

She laughed and told me about how Michael could not stop bugging Luke to make sure it was okay to try and take me on a date. Luke apparently was apprehensive at first but Liz thinks he will fold soon. Not long after I was showered and settled in there was a ruckus as the door and 4 boys came bounding into the room with Michael in the lead. I was surprised because he hadn’t talked to me while we were apart but before Luke could say anything he rushed out a quick “tonight, my room, FIFA round 7 and this time you are going down.” I thought I hid my blush well enough when I joked about how he will never be able to beat me when Calum pinched my cheek.

“OOOOO someone is blushing!!!” he said. I could tell Luke was a little flustered but he hadn’t said anything so I just hugged him and said hello to all the boys. After a few minutes of playing catch up I pulled Luke aside for a walk.

“Do you have a problem with me hanging out with Michael, Luke?” I asked.

“No, it’s not that” Luke answered.

“What is it then?” I knew that Michael liked me because Liz had told me, but the boys didn’t know that I knew.

“Okay, here is the deal” he said stopping mid walk. “Michael likes you and he wants to ask you out on a date but I’m afraid that if it doesn’t go well then you won’t want to stay on tour with us. I mean you would have to have an official title so that the fans don’t get all in your business but I don’t want it to ruin the chances of you saying that you will stay.” I looked at him wide eyed.

“I have only been here for a few hours. How do you know that you want me to stay?” I inquired.

“I have wanted it for a long time but I wasn’t going to take you away from school and you had already committed by the time I was able to find something for you to do and the boys like you and I just don’t want you to feel weird” he tells me.

“I’ll make you a deal Luke, you let Michael handle his feelings in his own time and we will take it from there. I would love to stay and even if something happened between him and I, there is nothing that could keep me away from my favorite boy. It will always be a kinda bros before hoes/chicks before dicks thing between us, I promise. I would never want to ruin that but I need you to tell me that you are okay with me hanging out with him” I said.

“I knew it would come down this path as soon as I saw you set your eyes on him. I knew he liked you too when he actually restarted and added a second player mid game. Mikey NEVER does that. So yeah, I’m okay with it if you are” he finished. I smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

“Well then, I have a FIFA date to go on” I laughed. I made it to Michael’s room and knocked on the door. When he opened it he lead me to the living room where he had FIFA all set up and snacks all around. I smiled and thought to myself * definitely soul mates* I hadn’t realized I laughed out loud till Michael asked what I was laughing at. I blushed and told him that I was a fan of the wide array of food he had out. He just smiled as a response and sat down handing me a pink controller. 

“I got you your own controller because I figured we would be doing this a lot” he told me. We played for 4 hours before jet lag hit me suddenly. Michael offered me his bed but I told him that I was going to go to Liz’s room because I didn’t think it was a good idea. I sat down on the bed to change and apparently I was tired enough that I didn’t even get through taking off the second sock before I was asleep on the end of the bed. I woke up for a bit when Luke shifted me to the pillows and covered me up but was out again before he even said goodnight.


3 weeks had passed and I couldn’t believe how much fun I had been having. When the boys had interviews and places to be, Liz and I would shop and explore London and when they didn’t, I spent most of my time watching movies with them or playing video games with Michael. One day out of the blue Michael turned to me and paused the game. 

“I was wondering if maybe we could make it official” he said to me. I was slightly confused and I told him so. “I know that you know that I like you. Luke told me that he said it on day 1 and I was hoping that you liked me back. I mean we spend most of the day together and it would be really cool if ya know, you would be like my girlfriend or whatever.” I laughed at the way he asked.

“Always the romantic” I answered. He looked at me and didn’t say anything for a minute.

“Yeah, well that’s why I got this” he said handing me a wrapped present. 

“Mikey, you didn’t have to get me anything” I told him.

“Just open it” he replied. I unwrapped the present and gasped when there was a picture of All Time Low, signed by all of them and at the bottom Alex had written* Y/N, just say yes! The dude has been talking about you for weeks!* I yelled out a “YES” before I knew it and Mikey wrapped his arms around me.

“Oh thank God” he said. “If you had said no to this, Jack would never let me live this down” I could have almost cried. My boyfriend (man it was weird to say that) had gone as far as to calling a favor in to his friends and my favorite band ever to make this happen. I grabbed Michael’s face and kissed him just as I heard a door open and Luke’s voice.

“There you go guys” he said. I turned around to see him on face time with someone. “I guess she said yes Jack so you don’t get to do the rejected dance” I heard Jack laugh. I sat looking straight forward. “You okay Y/N?” Luke asked.

“I’m afraid that if I blink then this will all be a dream. I’m dating THE Michael Clifford from 5 Seconds of Summer, I’m best friends with THE Luke Hemmings and he is on the phone with FUCKING JACK BARAKAT!” I shouted. I heard Jack laugh again and turned to the phone.

“Not a dream, a dream would be if you were dating me” he joked with one eyebrow raised. I laughed and Michael wrapped his arms around me. 

“Back up Barakat, this one is mine” he said placing a kiss on my cheek.

I could only think at that moment how dramatically my life had changed in just a few months and I couldn’t believe that it was this amazing after such a crappy time after my mum died. This was me, this was my life, and this. was. perfect.