too groovy

seventeen as things i’ve said through text messages


jeonghan - “sorry im a mother of 4…i need my break”


jun - “ok never mind that’s nasty too”

hoshi - “pretty groovy if I say so myself”

wonwoo - “I got 6 hours of sleep and I’m ready for the sweet embrace of death”

woozi - “ik…I gagged, then puked then rolled my eyes 277267277272 times”


mingyu - “why you saying ew???? I thought u loved me”

the8 - “I mean u might get attacked but sure”

seungkwan - “im trying to forget that i saw that by singing navillera really angrily but its not working”


dino - “im having a crisis here”


Flight Facilities - “Down To Earth” music video, starring SAM ROCKWELL - ok…. this video is WAYYYYY TOO DOPE - I’ve always loved Sam Rockwell, one of the greatest actors working today… but THE MAN CAN DANCE - and the song? The song is GROOVY AS FUCK - MUST WATCH ~ant.

pilgriminal  asked:

im drunk right now im sorry but uh i just want to let u know that u are SO GROOVY and KEEP DOING WHAT UR DOING i live for it ur the best blog ok bye LOVE U

GROOVY man you are GREAT and i wish you FAB time with the bottle, you are great. keep rocking mate.

  • what he says: that was my favorite tree
  • what he means: erik gave me a blowjob under that tree, how dare you. that was so not groovy of you summers i can't believe you destroyed my blowjob tree why must you do this to me? I already lost my legs now my blowjob tree? not groovy.

Dear God. I am so jealous. Just the thought of Louis singing a song like that. Passed out on the ground at the image.

“Slow hands…. sweat….finger tips….no chance I’m leaving without you on me”

Fuck shit up Niall!!! Honestly. I’m so excited for him. This does have a bit of a throwback feel, but it also reminds me of Ed, Nick Jonas and…One Direction!

He must come correct with the video. That beat and electric guitar seals it. Such great delivery with the vocals too. Smooth, groovy, funky and sexy.

This bitch is really going for it. I CANNOT wait for the clips of Nick teasing and tormenting Niall over this. Brilliant.

Whenever You Want (Dean x Reader)

A/N: Well, well. Here it is! Classic rock + Impala + Dean x reader! This fic contains some of my favorite songs, so I hope you like it! I think it contains a tiny little bit of fluff, but not really. Enjoy!

Trying not to wake you up, Dean stretched his arm to turn on the music. You were in the front seat of the Impala, cuddling after a long day of ghosts and monsters and you had accidentally fallen asleep with your head lying on Dean’s chest. Music spilled out of the radio and flooded the car and Dean lowered the volume, not wanting to wake you up. As he watched your chest rise and fall steadily, he began humming along the song he was listening too.

Burn out the day, burn out the night…

You two had jumped in the Impala earlier that evening in order to get a few hours away from Sam and Cas. You had agreed that some privacy was nice once in a while, and Dean had taken you away from the motel and had parked his black beauty at the side of a deserted road. It was dark outside now, and the windows were foggy. Dean removed the thin veil from the glass with his sleeve and looked outside, seeing only the lonely battered road.

And I’m burnin’, I’m burnin’, I’m burnin’ for you…

You stirred slightly in his lap and when he turned to look at you he found your (E/C) eyes staring sleepily at him.

“How was your nap?” he asked softly kissing your hairline “Did I wake you up?”

You groaned and rubbed your eyes, trying to clear your thoughts.

“More like your hell-music” your voice came out a little raspy and you rapidly cleared your throat.

“But this is as low as I could get it” said him, shocked “I can barely hear it myself, and I’m much more awake than you were”

“Well, that’s probably because when you’re alone you tend to turn the volume up uncontrollably” you said, matter-of-factly “I wouldn’t be surprised if you went deaf in a couple of years. What are you, thirty-six? Definitely deaf by the age of forty, I can assure you.”

“Since when exactly have you become a doctor?” he chuckled but you felt a drop of panic in his voice which made you smile “Besides, you only say that because you don’t like my music.”

“Well, I find it quite noisy” you said, getting comfortable against Dean “Actually, I prefer pop music, thank you very much.”

“Oh, (Y/N), baby, we’ve been through this like a million times” he complained “I’m like ninety percent sure that I could hook you to classic rock music if you let me introduce it to you nice and slow.

You turned your head against his chest to look him in the eye with a smirk in your lips. He looked confident about what he had just said. Actually, he looked like he was rummaging through a mental playlist and already ticking the songs that you could enjoy. You poked him in the ribs and winked lazily.

“Try” you said, a smug smile spreading through your face “I bet you couldn’t get me to like classic rock even if you sold your soul in a crossroads”

“Bet accepted. But beware; classic rock has a way of enchanting people…”


 Get your motor runnin’

Head out on the highway
Looking for adventure
In whatever comes our way

“Steppenwolf! Ah, I love these guys!” yelled Dean over the loud music “Come on, (Y/N), this is the best stuff ever! It rivals with pie itself! How can you not like it?”

Actually, you thought it wasn’t so bad. It had a nice rhythm and you had always like rough voices, but there was no way you were ever going to tell that to Dean. Instead, you stayed calm with your head on his chest and listened to the song in silence.

Booooorn to be wiiiiild!” Apparently Dean was enjoying the song too, you thought, chuckling at his enthusiastic singing.

“I think I’ve had enough of that” you said suddenly on a whim “Show me something else”

“Okay, let’s see…” Dean frowned slightly as he shuffled through his mental playlist “Oh, I’ve got a good one”

He fumbled with his cassette tapes and grinned childishly when he found what he was looking for.

She’s my cherry pie
Cool drink of water such a sweet surprise

“Wow, no wonder you picked that one” you laughed “It fits you perfectly! I bet you listen to that song every time you eat pie, which is… all the time?”

“As a matter of fact… I do” he admitted with a guilty smile “Pie and a song about pie. Why wouldn’t I want to put it together?”

“I kind of like the song” you admitted too “It’s… groovy”

“Hah! I knew it!” Dean exclaimed triumphantly “Two more songs and I’m sure you’ll love classic rock as much as I do”

“We’ll see” you said grumpily, realizing you had almost proved him right.

“Now… how about listening to a legend?” Dean smiled mischievously as he put a Jimi Hendrix cassette on.


Several hours later you were still stretched on the front seat of the Impala, your head lying against Dean’s chest, his arms protectively around your feminine figure, his face buried in your hair… And classic rock at full blast.

The sun was already peeking in the horizon, but you and Dean had been listening to music all night, enthralled by the sound of the guitar, the beating of the drums and the sometimes broken, sometimes soft voices. You had never experienced a night like that - just laying with the person you loved the most, enjoying each other’s company and the musical miracles of the twentieth century – and you had loved it.

When Knocking on Heaven’s Doors was just beginning, Dean’s phone rang loud and clear, waking you from your comfortable musical spell.

“Yeah?” asked Dean lazily as he ran his free hand through your disheveled hair “Oh, Sam, it’s you. What’d you want? … What? What time is it? Oh, holy crap! We were just beginning to have fun here! … But, wait … Okaaay, coming … Shut up!”

“Our presence is required?” you asked softly.

“Hmphf…” he grunted as he gently pushed you away so he could sit and turn on the engine “So… I think I owe you an apology”

“What for?” you asked, shocked.

“Well, I promised that I would show you a song or two and we ended up listening to… one hundred and fifty?” he chuckled as he drove into the road and headed to the motel.

“Well, you are forgiven” you solemnly announced “But I have to admit that I liked it. Hell, I loved it! When are we doing this again?”

He smirked without taking his eyes off the road as he rubbed his eyes.

“Whenever you want, baby”


Okay, hope you liked that, especially if you are a rock fan yourself! The songs that inspired me to write this fic (and the ones that appear in it) are listed right here:

Blue Oyster Cult - Burnin’ For You

Steppenwolf - Born To Be Wild

Warrant - Cherry Pie

Jimi Hendrix - All Along the Watchtower

Bob Dylan - Knocking On Heaven’s Door

Hope you enjoy! ;)

What do you get when you put the 80s, Phil Collins and super sappy love songs together?


  1. One More Night 
    I’ve been sitting here so long
    Wasting time, just staring at the phone
    And I was wondering should I call you
    Then I thought maybe you’re not alone

  2. Against All Odds 
    How can you just walk away from me
    When all I can do is watch you leave?
    ‘Cause we’ve shared the laughter and the pain
    And even shared the tears
    You’re the only one who really knew me at all

  3. You Can’t Hurry Love 
    How long must I wait
    How much more must I take
    Before loneliness
    Will cause my heart, heart to break

  4. I Wish It Would Rain Down  
    You said you didn’t need me in your life
    Oh I guess you were right, yeah
    Ooh I never meant to cause you no pain
    But it looks like I did it again  

  5. Separate Lives 
    Leaving so soon
    And that you’ll miss me sometimes
    When you’re alone
    Do I feel lonely too?
  6. A Groovy Kind of Love 
    When I’m feeling blue, all I have to do
    Is take a look at you, then I’m not so blue
    When I’m in your arms, nothing seems to matter
    My whole world could shatter, I don’t care
  7. Can’t Stop Loving You
    Even try, I’ll always be here by your side
    Why, why, why, I never wanted to say goodbye
    Why even try, I’ll always be here if you
    Change, change your mind

  8. In The Air Tonight
    Well if you told me you were drowning, I would not lend a hand
    I’ve seen your face before my friend, but I don’t know if you know who I am
    Well I was there and I saw what you did, I saw it with my own two eyes
    So you can wipe off that grin, I know where you’ve been
    It’s all been a pack of lies
  9. Do You Remember 
    There seemed no way to make up
    Cause it seemed your mind was set
    And the way you looked it told me
    It’s a look I know I’ll never forget
  10. You’ll Be in My Heart  
    Why can’t they understand the way we feel
    They just don’t trust what they can’t explain
    I know we’re different, but deep inside us
    We’re not that different at all