turn up the radio this is my favorite song

city folk writin’ voltron fics:

Keith yawned in Texan as he headed to the kitchen to pour himself a bowl of cowboy boots like he did every morning. As he took a bite, he turned on the radio to Lone Star radio (a/n: that means Texas too, i looked it up in google) which was playing one of his favorite songs, ‘She Thinks My Tractor’s Sexy’. He didn’t feel at ease unless he listened to country at the start of his day. (x)

Could you do an imagine where Happy stumbles upon the rest of the guys peaking from around the corner and when he walks over he sees his girlfriend dancing and singing while cleaning the club house's kitchen after a barbecue

Warning: Jealous/protective Hap, and cuteness overload

    It had been a long day filled with fun and family but the club house was a mess so you stuck around to help Gem clean up. “You get the kitchen, I’ll get the outside.” Gemma suggest and you nod in agreement. 

    “Jesus.” You sighed looking around the kitchen before grabbing some containers to put the leftovers in. 

    As you start to clean when you spot the radio on the table, you grin “It’s not cleaning until you have some music.” you say turning it on (turning on Y/N favorite station) “Yes! I love this song.” You squeak, bobbing your head and swaying your hips as you sing along. 


(XXX)

    Happy POV:

    I cock an eyebrow seeing all my brothers crowded around the kitchen, “What’s going on?” I ask as I peek into the kitchen all the guys backing up except for Juice who is too lost in the excitement to see it’s me who asked, “(Y/N) is really into this song, it’s Hilar- Oh- Hey Hap…” He grins nervously. “Oh, Hey Hap.” I mimic punching his arm. “OUCH!” Juice yelps

Y/N POV:

You turn hearing a pained Juice to see the guys standing around the kitchenc all pointing to Juice and Happy as in to blame them, “You guys seriously have nothing better to do?” You ask letting out a light chuckle as you cross your arms, all the guys looking at you like a bunch of giggling school girls. 

   “You’re a great dancer, Lass.” Chibs comments, smirking to Happy trying to get him riled up. 

    “Yep. Amaaaazing.” Jax adds on

     “If you want to keep your lives I suggest you all get lost.” Happy snaps, and the boys Coo jokingly as they walk away and Chibs throwing an arm over Tig as they begin to sing ‘Can you feel the love tonight.’ 

    You smile at happy tossing the towel on the counter and walk to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “My hero.” You joke, pecking his lips. “It’s not funny, (Y/N). They were looking at MY girl and no one looks at you but me.” You pout and put your hands on his cheeks, squeezing them together making him have a fishy face, “Aw, it’s okay, Mr. Grumpy pants.” He cracks a little smile. “Ah Ha!” You point and he kisses you. 

    “I love you, (Y/N)” He says as you go back to cleaning, “Yeah, yeah..I love you too, old man.” You glance at him, “Now get out of here before Gemma has both of our heads.” 

You miss him, don’t you? Your mouth doesn’t know what to do when it isn’t saying his name. Everything else feels violent. You’ve got his shirt tucked away and you pass it off as yours, really it’s the only thing physical you’ve got left from him. You’ve got his favorite songs and his radio stations so you turn them up and you swear you can hear him still and it makes you laugh and it makes you cry. You’ve got all the pieces of him still and you don’t know where to place them. His laugh, his eyes, his smile, his arms, his voice saying your name. You’ve only got one heart and he wrecked it. And you ache. You ache in your bones but you miss him, don’t you? You miss him. You miss him so much you can’t breathe.
—  and he’s still gone. (via @brizzlewritesthings)
Dance With Me!

Bill peered across the room at his lover, who, as always, had his nose buried into a book. Bill slowly rose from his seat in the corner and cross the room, pushing on the radio and slipping in a CD. Turn Off The Lights by Panic at The Disco began to play. Dipper lifted his eyes to look over the book at his boyfriend, who was dancing on his own. Occasionally he would glance at Dipper with a seductive grin, as if daring him to get up and dance.

“Bill just because you’re playing my favorite song doesn’t me- AH!” Dippers voice rose as Bill yanked him from the comfy recliner and onto his sock feet. He whirled the boy around the room, singing along. Dipper couldn’t help but laugh at the way Bill was acting.

Shooting star on the boulevard tonight….

Mabel sat on the floor in front of the stairs and took pictures, but the two young men were totally oblivious.
Dipper was so young, Bill was so in love.

Dipper shrieked quickly as Bill dipped him almost to the floor. His trademark hat fell off, kicked to the side by the pair of dancing boys.
As the song came slowly to an end, Bill placed his lips on Dippers and held him there.

A slow clap filled the room.

“You two are so cute!” Mabel giggled.

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SUBURBIA at The Lyric Theatre

listen | turn on my radio, and don’t hesitate to dance with me, then we can lay in bed and think about us, about life. | my favorite kpop songs of 2014 

i. f(x) - all night ii. exid - up and down iii. red velvet - happiness iv. aoa - miniskirt v. fiestar - one more vi. red velvet - be natural vii. teen top - i’m sorry viii. taemin - danger ix. taemin - ace x. infinite - back xi. exo-k - love love love xii. bts - let me know xiii. bts - rain xiv. tablo ft. taeyang - eyes, nose, lips

tagged by the cutie, girlsoo

create a playlist with 10-20 of your favourite kpop songs of 2014//post it on tumblr and tag as many people as you want and make sure to tag your post with “favoritekpopsongsof14” so everybody can listen to your playlist

tagging: yifantasia, babysen, baekhyunify, dyoffeine, woojiseoks and everyone who wants to do it ;u; i’m sorry if any of you guys already did it -cries-

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Dear Tay/taylorswift,
May I call you Tay? If not that’s perfectly fine because I don’t particularly know you that well and do I have the right to call you that? But I do anyways to my friends and family because I do feel like I know you that well.
My name is Megan and I am 16 turning 17. My favorite color is grey but some days it’s purple and others it’s maroon or blue. I would have a milkshake everyday if I could. Napping is my favorite pass time along with watching Netflix.
One day when I was young, I was in the car going to?coming from? the movie theater with my mom, and for some reason I still remember the exact moment and spot where my life changed. I heard you on the radio for the first time. It was Our Song. I made my mom turn it up and I said “I really like this song”. When I got home I immediately went to ondemand and watched the music video for it for an hour straight. I have been a fan ever since.
I’m so happy that you became such a huge part of my life. You have been a part of so many fond memories of mine. Such as camping out in Times Square to see your GMA performance when you dropped the Red album. You were even the first album I bought off of my my first iPod. It was the Fearless album. You were also my little brother’s first concert. It was the Speak Now world tour. I wore the Speak Now necklace everyday until it broke. I went through 3 necklaces before my parents said I couldn’t have anymore. I’ve had so many night with my best friends where we just bake and listen to your music and dance around the house and it’s honestly my favorite thing to do.
You have not only given me my best friends, but you have helped me through my parents divorce. As well as that, you were there for my cousin, Ashley, who was diagnosed with leukemia and sadly passed a month ago. You were such an important person in her life and you were gracious enough to visit her. So thank you.
You have done so much for me and my friends and family without even trying. You have helped me become the person I am today and I could never thank you enough. You’re the big sister I never had and I couldn’t be more sincere when I say that. I love you.
Love,
Megan

I never liked coffee
Until one morning I woke up in your bed
Wearing your favorite t-shirt
And the strong scent lingering in your room.

I never liked coffee
Until you poured me a cup
And we sat at your kitchen table
And talked for hours.

I never liked coffee
Until you grabbed my hand from under the table
And pressed your thumb into my skin
And made me feel at home.

I never liked coffee
Until you leaned in to kiss me goodbye
And all I could do
Was taste it on your lips and tongue.

I never liked coffee
Until you didn’t call me back
And I found myself
Searching for it through my mother’s pantry.

I never liked coffee
Until you hadn’t spoken to me in weeks
And I woke up to the smell of my mother making coffee downstairs
And our quaint morning together
Was all I could think of.

I never liked coffee
Until one day on the way to work
Your favorite song came on the radio
And I quickly made a right turn into a Starbuck’s drive-thru.

I never liked coffee
Until you popped into my head two months later
And I couldn’t will myself to breathe as I cried
And all I could remember was your hand in one of mine
And the small white mug in the other.

I never liked coffee
Until I realized it only made me think
Of what we were
And what I wanted us to be.

I never liked coffee anyways.

—  I never liked coffee, and I never loved you.
If the earth could fit in my pocket, you’d have the world as gum balls. If a soul could fit in my palms, yours would be my favorite to squeeze as I slept safely near your aura. If my heart knew how to leave my sleeves, maybe you couldn’t hurt me. The universe wrote stories about us, I just didn’t listen. I heard a song about us again, I turned off the radio. The winds blowing my hair the same way as it used to when we drove downtown together, I rolled up the windows. The crack is deeper and the veins stop dry, I think my heart stopped beating. If my pen was more than pain and my fingers forgot how to spell your name, maybe I could stop giving you everything. If this poetry was a dart, I hope this poem hits the bullseye. If I wasn’t a true lover, maybe I could forget about you. If love was a kiss, if love was kiss; I’d lip my last words as goodbye.
—  Because crying doesn’t require tears
my favorite times are saturday mornings, after i’ve had my coffee. and it’s a little cloudy outside, so you stay in bed for a little while. those mornings when you don’t listen to your favorite songs, but you turn the radio on and dance around the kitchen to whatever song that plays and you just let yourself be a kid and not worry about the laundry piling up or the essay due on monday or the bill you haven’t paid. you give yourself a morning to sing at the top of your lungs while you run a bubble bath and just stop thinking about life for a while.
—  a.l. | saturdays
Imagine Cas

Originally posted by personalspacefirst

Requests Are Open

Imagine teaching Castiel how to dance.


The Winchesters, Castiel and you sat in the motel room packing up after a long hunt.

“Hey (Y/N) mind turning it up?” Dean asked.

You reached to the radio and turned up the music so everyone could hear. As soon as you heard (insert favorite song here) was on you jumped up, “Oh my gosh, I love this song!”

Sam put his hand out for you, “Care to dance?” your best friend asked you.

You smiled and reached for his hand when Cas stepped in, taking your hand instead.

“Umm Cas?” You raised an eyebrow, “do you even know how to dance?”

“Well no, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to.”

You laughed to yourself slightly at his series expression, “Well would you like me to teach you then?”

Castiel smiled, “I would like that very much.”

The rest of the day went by with you teaching Cas how to dance and Sam and Dean cutting in every now and then to join the fun. One of the last songs that came on was slow. The sort of sappy song they’d play at a high school dance, but that didn’t stop you from enjoying the moment. Castiel and you swaying to the song, your head on his shoulder. As the song came to an end you stretched up on your tip toes and planted a kiss on Castiel’s cheek.

“Well aren’t you two just adorable.” Dean said.

You rolled your eyes and threw a pillow at the elder Winchester before going back to dancing with Cas.

After a moment Cas looked at you, “Thank you for teaching me to dance.”

“Thanks for letting me teach you.”

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”

THE END

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! ;)