I’ve been thinking all week what I should say the last night of the last show… When I met Josh I- I- We don’t- We don’t tell many people this because we don’t want it to come off the wrong way, but I want you to learn something tonight- If you can, if you can. This is what I want you to know: You cannot put a ceiling to your dreams. You just can’t. When Josh and I met, we would say to each other, ‘Arenas… Arenas, man. We wanna play arenas.’ You have to understand maybe now looking around it’s like ‘Yeah, sure.’ But at that moment, when Josh and I would say that to each other, we didn’t tell anyone else because we thought they would laugh at us. We would take these little songs, this little keyboard stand thing I’m playing now, that beat up piano show over there- That same exact beat up piano show. We would go around and we would just show people our songs. And you know we’d be playing in front of just a few people at a time, afterwards we would just say 'Greetings. We’re gonna do this.’ You cannot put a ceiling on your dreams, guys, and we are living proof. You also can’t do it alone. You cannot do it alone. Living proof of that, would you please give up for my very good friend, Josh Dun on the drums! And even in this room right now there’s so many people in here who could take a little chunk of this thing and own it and know that it wouldn’t be possible without them and that includes you guys right here. You guys have set the tone from what a Twenty One Pilots concert and show and movement feels like and looks like, so thank you so much for making that happen. I want you to know that what happens after this… There’s a lot of- lot of questions. You know, if I’m being transparent. I’m not really sure. But when I was- when I was putting on my persona for the very first- last time in the green room right before the show, I wondered: Is this the last time? But we’re not gonna quit. I want you to know that we’re not gonna quit. We’re gonna take the things we’ve learned, and if you would just give us a little room to grow with you guys, we wanna make music and we’re gonna be thinking of this room right here when we do. I promise you that. So way back when, when we were playing in front of just a few people at a time, Josh would go over to a- a rickety old circular bar table and he would back flip off of it in front of three people, and I though that was kind of weird. Same piano show over there, these same songs… We saw you guys in our heads the whole time we were doing it, man! And we always ended our set- We always ended our sets with this song here, and we would like to invite you in our little tradition of closing out this concert with this last song with us.
Tyler Joseph, Tour De Columbus, Last Show of the Blurryface Era Trees Speech, 6/25/17
someone pls do a 1x1 with me in which there’s this small town girl who lives in a small ass town by the sea and who has basically never set foot outside the town but who loves it there bc she loves the sea more than anything else and she honestly doesn’t know a lot about the outside world but she really doesn’t seem to care and then comes in the big city boy who has spent his entire life downtown and who absolutely hates nature and who spends most of his time listening to underground music and thinking that he’s cool bc he reads obscure books but then his parents catch him partying too much and doing drugs a couple of times so they ship him off to his “crazy” aunt’s house which happens to be in the small town that the girl lives in. and at first he kind of tries himself with the girl bc he’s bored and he plans on getting out of that hole as soon as possible but she rejects him and that’s the first time that it happens to him and he gets rlly insulted so the two of them start bickering and arguing and fighting all the time and maybe at one point that turns into some kind of romance/friendship in which the girl shows the boy to appreciate the sea and the boy shows the girl a bit of the outside world and wow ok yes
REquest: Could you write a curvy reader/Bucky with the Kinks 7,14(strap-on),22,24 (her to him)40,61 (him sub but her as a lovingly firm dom) and 95. I also picture her calling him Beautiful Boy. I know it’s a lot I’m sorry! Id understand if you don’t want to.
It was getting later and later, and still stubbornly sleep evaded you, refusing to allow you to retire from what had been an admittedly difficult day. You had tried everything you could think of, short of actually knocking yourself out, but none of it was working. Counting sheep, patterned breathing, you had even done that thing where you think about every muscle individually and relax them one at a time, but even that hadn’t helped. The once comforting and familiar darkness of your room was staring to creep you out in all honesty. That was how you knew it was time to take action. You turned over in bed to face your soundly sleeping boyfriend. You crinkled your nose in indecision. He had said that he was here to help you with anything… But you were unsure whether or not that included waking him at 2:00 in the morning because you couldn’t sleep. But at this point, you didn’t care anymore, you were desperate. Taking a deep breath you reached out to touch his back and wake him.
Tamaki instantly responded to your touch, rolling over and pulling you lazily but firmly into his arms. “Mon amour… what is it you need so early?” You looked into his half lidded eyes, apologetic. You almost regretted waking him up… “I can’t sleep.” you explained, hardly over a whisper. In response he simply grinned down at you. “Well why didn’t you say so? Would you like me to tell you a story?” You simply nodded in response. He thought for a moment, trying to find just the right story to tell. After a while, he began in a low, melodious voice, rough with sleep. “Once upon a time, there was a prince and a princess…” You smiled, snuggling deeper into his comforting warmth. How did you get so lucky, you wondered, as to have a boyfriend like this. You finally fell asleep, more to his voice telling the story more than the words he was saying, counting your blessings, him following shortly thereafter.
Kyoya didn’t move. His sleeping mind ignored your touch and went on with its much loved sleep. You were hesitant to try again, since everyone knows that its practically asking for death to wake Kyoya from his sleep, but the shadows in the room had become more menacing than comforting, and all you wanted to sleep. Once you got him awake, you knew he would know what to do. He always did. So, once more you reached out a tentative hand and shook him slightly harder than last time. “Kyoya?” Your soft voice roused him that last push and he rolled over to face you, glaring slightly. “Whatever could you possibly need at this hour (y/n)?” You pouted slightly. “I’m sorry I woke you Kyoya. I just… I couldn’t sleep and you said that if I ever needed something that I could ask you.” He sighed, but his gaze did soften exponentially. “I suppose I did say that. What would you request of me, now that I’m up?” You thought about it for a moment. “Talk to me? Put me to sleep Kyoya.” His eyebrow raised lazily. “Are you calling me boring (y/n)?” You flushed slightly at the misunderstanding. “No! I just… I don’t know, it seemed like a good idea.” He pursed his lips slightly, thinking. “How about we go on a drive? I’m already up, and I’ve read that the motions of the car can help to lull people to sleep.” You thought it over. There’s no reason it wouldn’t work really… and worst case scenario, the city is really pretty at night. “Alright, let’s go then.”
Hikaru, to your surprise was already awake. “Couldn’t sleep either?” he asked you. You nodded your head, confirming his statement. “What do we do now?” He wrapped his arms around you, running a hand absentmindedly through your (h/c) hair. “I dunno.” He responded absently, thinking on what to do now that you were both, regrettably, awake. “Screw it.” he stated, causing you to raise your eyebrows in question. “Wanna go play video games until we pass out?” You laughed slightly. Of course his big idea was to play video games. “Why not.” You agreed. The two of you got up, heading downstairs in just your pajamas. You sat on the couch as he set up the console. “What do you want to play?” He asked, eliciting a shrug and noncommittal noise from you. He popped something random into the machine and joined you on the couch. The game he put in was some sort of deep sea diving game that he claimed would help the two of you relax. It did just that, as not even ten minutes into the game, the two of you were passed out on the couch in a heap, snoring loudly.
Kaoru was up as soon as you touched his back. Groaning, he rolled over, not even opening his eyes as he pulled you to his chest. “Yes (y/n)?” Frowning a bit, you hugged him in apology. “I’m sorry for waking you. I couldn’t sleep…” He sighed a bit, still not fully awake, and clearly wanting to be back asleep. Rolling onto his back and pulling you on top of him, he put his lip to your ears. “Go to sleep (y/n),” he whispered gently. He continued absentmindedly whispering into your ear, his voice lulling you to sleep faster than anything else you could have tried. He whispered anything and everything he thought of to you, his voice being more important than the actual words. He whispered about what you two were going to do tomorrow to start with, but right before you fell asleep, you were pretty sure you heard him whispering the grocery list to you. You felt his lips on your forehead, just before you heard “Goodnight (y/n), sleep well.”
Mori took some effort to wake, seeing as he was basically a human brick wall, but once he was up, you had all of his attention. It actually surprised and impressed you how fast he went from asleep to completely alert and aware. His eyes questioned you as he looked down at you. “I couldn’t sleep…” you whispered, somewhat reluctant to break the peaceful atmosphere. He nodded, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in close. “Sleep now (y/n).” He said in his deep, comforting voice. He then proceeded to run his hands through your (h/c) hair, massaging your scalp lightly as he did so. His massaging trailed down your back, eliciting an almost purr-like sound from your throat, causing him to chuckle in response. He trailed his way down your back slowly, causing every muscle in you to relax. You ended up falling asleep to a particularly comforting massage on your lower back. He gazed fondly down at your finally sleeping form, a slight smile on his lips, before eventually dozing off, joining you in the dream land in your minds.
Honey, to your surprise and great relief was already up. He turned over to face you the second he felt your hand touch his back. “What are you doing up (y/n)-chan?” You tilted your head slightly in confusion. “I couldn’t sleep. Why are you up?” You questioned, genuinely curious as to why he wasn’t sleeping. “Well, you see I was trying to decide whether or not to have my special cake night tonight, because if I did then I would have to leave you up here all by yourself! I didn’t want to do that, but I really wanted some cake!” You grinned at his eagerness and pleading eyes. He was dropping some not-so-subtle hints.You pretended to think it over for a moment. “Well, I suppose since I’m up…” his eyes lit up as you dragged out the sentence, “maybe we could go downstairs and eat the cake together.” He jumped out of the bed in record speed, dragging you behind him. “I was thinking the same thing!” Laughing, you followed him down to the kitchen. There was no chance of sleep tonight, you realized, but you got some Honey time and that was always a win in your opinion. Besides, maybe tomorrow you could take a nap together~
Not requested by anyone in particular, I just felt like writing this one! If you have any requests, send them on my way~ Any and all constructive criticism is appreciated, and please send and=y tips, I’m always looking for ways to be a better writer! Thank you for reading! Sincerely,
Since this is a D.va blog, let’s talk about these changes.
Last night I played for awhile. As D.va and others alike.
Lets start off with the Defense Matrix shall we? The time on the matrix was cut down to 2 seconds. Which is pretty upsetting. Last night when I played I had to get out of the defense mentality, which resulted in me losing my mech way faster. Now that there’s only two seconds of matrix you have to use that to get out of the fight and into the back lines for healing or suffer the pain of ejecting from mech THEN running back while trying to get some cheeky headshots for ult charge.
Those 2 seconds feel like one second because of the slightest visual delay when pulling the matrix up. (At least for me it does.) However, this change doesn’t effect my playstyle that much, I had a lot of teams last night that chose a barrier of some sort.. Mainly Rein. The matrix is alright if you adjust how you play.
Let’s move on to the Micro Missiles.
They’re a great addition to D.va’s kit! A lot of you got so many kill streaks and gold medals BEFORE the rework, try it now! Last night WHEN I got to play as D.va I went on at least 14-15 killstreaks each match. Those missiles aren’t super strong, but they are very good for either bringing down a tank to low health or killing squishies. Now I hope most of you know that you can shoot the missiles and shoot your guns at the same time. ITS VERY GOOD FOR KILLING AN ULTING MCCREE! Since the matrix can’t guarantee eating a Mccree ult anymore, its best to barrel stuff him and just mow him down with damage! ⚠ You may lose your mech doing this! ⚠
But its better that you lose your mech than having Mccree get a quad.
The missiles are kind of weird projectiles. They take a second to actually shoot when you press the ability button from what I can tell. So keep that in mind when using them.
Overall, the missles are a great ability, cooldown is at a nice number and so is the damage. Being more of a defense tank is out of the question for D.va, sorry to tell ya guys. But I’m sure you guys are now able to kick way more butt than before!
Of course the matrix will take a lot of time to get used to but its just a matter of time before you guys get the hang of her again.
I mean at least her play style wasn’t DRASTICALLY changed like Mercy’s right? Could always be worse.
@booklover240 here is your other request! I hope your friend enjoys!
Request; Y/N is being beat up and harassed at a certain dark place by Reggie’s team because she revealed the score book to the school and even wrote about it in the Blue and Gold paper. Jughead, Archie, Veronica, and Cheryl comes to the rescue and they were a little too late so Y/N was so injured she had to be brought to the hospital. Everyone is crying and worried about what’s happening next.
“Betty, I told you, she’s ready for this.” Ronnie explained. “Not only do I trust her instincts, but I trust she can handle herself.”
A/N: So look at me, putting out another filler. But I wanted to give you guys a new chapter and I think this was needed. Don’t worry, this fic will pick up its pace. Love you guys and thank you for being so patient.
“This is your new boss?!” Sam asked, as the two of them
turned their attention back to you.
Nodding silently, you looked between the two men, confused
as to how they knew each other. “How do you know Bucky?” you asked Sam, as he
and Bucky sat down, both of them facing you.
Crossing his arms, Sam leaned on the table, shrugging a bit
at your question. “Remember how I told you, that a doctor had come in a few
weeks ago looking for Chief? Well this is him. And he’s been at the station
almost every day so…” he said, letting you piece together the rest.
Nodding your head, you let out a small laugh. Looking at Bucky
you realized that other than the wave you gave him, you hadn’t said anything to
him. “Hedy Bucky.” You greeted, giving him a small smile.
Junkrat and Roadhog kidnapped the reader and she's not eating or drinking. What would they do to insure that their little shiela survived?
Okay, I so I went a little overboard with this haha. Thank you for your request
Thin streams of light filtered through the wooden slits of floorboards above you, casting a dusty haze throughout the tiny cell that was now your home. Sniffling, you brought your knees to your chest as dry tears rolled down your cheeks. You were incredibly tired… You slept for as long as you possibly could, being only able to tell if it was night or day by the thin slights of light overhead. As you lifted your arms to cover your face, the soft rattle of the chains around your thin wrists clanked on the floor as you wept. It hurt.. so badly. Hunger thundered through your now weak body like a jackhammer. It was hardly like you could sleep properly during the day anyway - overtime you shut your eyes, the memories of your kidnapping flooded into your memory.
It had only just grown dark outside when the two men appeared, the sun setting a crimson rust over your hometown as you walked back to your apartment. Tired and exhausted from your long day at work, you had your headphones plugged in as you marched on. Little did you know, that with every step you took, there was beaten-up red jeep driving behind you. As you paused on the sidewalk, fumbling around in your bag for your keys, that’s when the hands grabbed you. Screaming, you wriggled and sobbed as the sight of a ridiculously tall man grinned down at you as a strong grip held you in place from behind. That’s when it all went black…
When you awoke, there were shackles on your wrists and ankles and sandbags beneath your feet. Fear paralyzed your body when two shadowed figures stepped into the streaked light. “Aw, finally you’re awake!” a childlike voice giggled as the slightly shorter man crept up to you. Hooking your jaw under his hand, his hazel eyes flashed with glee as he examined your face. Spluttering in shock, you attempted to wriggle away from him, but his vice-like grip on your jaw kept you in place. The man’s curled lips only extended as he saw the fear in your eyes, which was quickly followed by an insane giggle which bubbled from his throat. “Cor, yer a pretty one ain’t cha?”.
With a shriek, he was violently pulled away from you by a huge hand. Frowning through the darkness, you managed to make out that that hand belonged to the other man, who was incredibly… well massive. “Jamison, behave” he sighed as he finally let go of the man who was squirming. Rubbing his arm, the man you assumed to be Jamison pouted and glared up at the taller man for a split second before his gaze turned back to rest on you. “Wh-who the fuck are you?” you managed to splutter, as your blood pulsed violently through your veins. The smaller man seemed to find this hilarious, puffing his chest out and extending his arms, he tilted his head back before announcing “Junkrat and Roadhog!!!” at the top of his lungs proudly.
Wincing at his harsh voice, you screwed your face up, attempting to not let your fear get the better of you. “Never heard of you” you spat in fake confidence. Junkrat’s smile dropped instantly at this before he practically ran towards you, stick a finger up as he growled. “Listen ‘ere missy, you’re ours now. Ya better start treating us with respect. Ain’t that right Roadie?”. With a soft grunt of agreement, Roadhog nodded before tossing a can at you. Before the can could smash into the floor, scattering the contents everywhere, Junkrat caught it effortlessly in his robotic hand. “Now” he smiled once more, peeling back the can’s lid, “We’ve got some din-dins here for our little sheila, so you better eat up!”.
Curling your nose up in disgust at the canned food, you swatted it away quickly as Junkrat brought it to your lips. Watching the food splatter across the floor, Junkrat’s jaw dropped before he shook his head and glared at you. Once friendly eyes narrowed before his hand suddenly reached out and pinned you by the neck against the cool wall. “Oh, I see how it is” he hissed maliciously, inching closer with every second until you could feel his breath tickling your cheek. “If you wanna play that game, we can play too…”. Suddenly releasing his grip on you, you fell to the floor coughing violently as you tried to breathe again.
Glancing up through the strands of hair that fell infant of your face, you watched as Junkrat sneered over at you. “We’ll see how long you can go without food then eh?” he muttered as both men walked toward the bolted door, “Just remember… Until you can start behaving, you’ll be staying in here”.
Your stomach growled hungrily as you doubled over. You had no idea how long it had been since you last had food, but you knew if you didn’t eat something soon… you’d be in trouble. Crawling towards the door before you, you weakly banged on the doors with both fists as your voice cracked. “Ah… I.. Junkrat! Roadhog! Please I -“.
Almost throwing you backward, the door quickly opened before the tall mass of Roadhog stepped in. Arms crossed over his chest, his silent gaze watched over you. Crawling to your knees, you bowed your head in shame before wiping an escaping tear away from your cheek. Suddenly, you were greeted with sudden gentleness as Roadhog picked you up, cradling you in his arms as he undid your shackles. Blinking in surprise, you gasped as he carefully carried you from your tiny prison into the warm sunlight.
Squinting suddenly at the sudden change in lighting, the soft warmth of the outside world greeted you as Roadhog carried you into what looked like a kitchen. It was a little messy in parts, maps and junk covered one of the tables. As Roadhog placed you down on a squishy leather couch, he lifted one finger as he stared at you. “Wait here”. Nodding, you watched the man as he walked behind the kitchen counter and began to open various cupboards. Unlike his partner, Roadhog was rather quiet and although you were pretty certain you had heard him throttling Junkrat before, the big man was always slightly kinder to you.
As you grew lost in your thoughts, you jumped suddenly as the door was thrown open followed by the scrawny man who’s looked more burnt than usual. “Roaaadie, what’s for-“. Stopping mid-sentence, Junkrat gawped at you. Pointing a finger at you, his head slowly turned from you to face Roadhog in wonder. “Wait, what’s the sheila doing up here?”. Not bothering with replying, Roadhog ignored Jamison as he held a bowl in his hand. Placing the food onto the table, he pointed to a chair tucked behind the far side of the table. “Jamie, sit over there”.
Grumbling, Junkrat stumbled across towards his seat. Throwing himself down, he crossed his skinny arms as his bottom lip jutted out almost comically. Normally you would have laughed at such a sight, but you couldn’t help but remind yourself that these men had KIDNAPPED you after all… and they were dangerous, right? Sitting down beside you, Roadhog rested the bowl on his knee as he lifted a fork to your lips. Frowning, you shuffled backward. What if he had poisoned it? You couldn’t trust him yet, then again you were pretty sure your stomach would concave on itself if you didn’t eat anything.
Noticing your reluctance, Roadhog set the fork down with a gentle sigh. Reaching for your, his large fingers ran gently across your cheek, examining your delicate jawbone before the pad of his finger traced across your bottom lip. Carefully pushing down, your mouth opened weakly as Roadhog rested his thumb against your lip. A soft grumble resonated from his chest at your obedience. Again, he lifted the fork to your mouth, this time sliding it carefully in and dropping the warm stew onto your tongue. From the first drop of food, you moaned softly in relief, which unknowingly to you, made a certain Junker who sat on his ‘special’ chair blush slightly. “Good girl” Roadhog murmured before feeding you another bite.