#( ;Melody - Emmett )

[quantwigmania]

made this for fun but now I’m just sad

[VD: A Legally Blonde musical edit comparing lines between "What I Want" and "Legally Blonde" that have the same tune.

Elle: "How about love?" Emmet: "What about love?"

Elle: "You ever been in love?" Emmet: "I never mentioned love."

Elle: "'Cause if you have, you'll know." Emmet: "The timing's bad, I know"

Elle: "No place it cannot go." Emmet: "You wouldn't have to go."

Elle: "Don't say no to a woman in love." Emmet: "'Cause you'd know that I'm so much in love--" (Elle sings over him with the refrain of "Legally Blonde"). End VD]

[rebrandedbard]

Me, emerging from the notes app, headphones tangled around my neck, hair matted with dried blood as I cough and drag myself across the room with broken fingers:

I have finished the song.

[sunb0ts]

ohhhh second listen to Legally Blonde (the track, not the musical) and I am sobbing my eyessss outtt

[soulofapatrick]

I Like Your Mind - Edward Cullen x female reader

Summary: As soon as you meet Edward, you're both drawn to each other with an intensity you never expected

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: None

Y/N’s POV

I step into the Cullen house, my heart racing in my chest, and my mind filled with a mixture of fear and fascination. Bella has brought me here, introducing me to the family of her new boyfriend - Jasper Hale - and I can hardly believe where I find myself. I know their secret, the one they’ve been hiding from the world, the fact they’re vampires. And I know Edward can read minds which makes the whole situation even more daunting. But, as Bella races off to find Jasper, I’m left alone I the living room, taking in the stunning surroundings. 

The Cullens’ house is unlike any place I’ve ever seen. The air is heavy with an unspoken history, and everything within is both timeless and modern. A grand piano rests against one wall, a dark mahogany masterpiece, and the soft notes of a melody linger in the air, a testament to the musical talents of the family. On the opposite wall, a massive bookshelf houses an impressive collection of novels and ancient texts. Their spines form a spectrum of human knowledge, artfully arranged. 

My gaze drifts to the floor-to-ceiling windows that frame the room, offering a breathtaking view of the dense, ancient forest that surrounds the house. The trees stand tall and proud, their branches intertwined like guardians, protecting the Cullens from prying eyes. The afternoon sun filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows that dance across the polished wooden floors. 

As my eyes linger on the tranquil forest, my imagination takes flight. I envision myself running through the woods, feeling the cool, damp earth beneath my feet. The leaves would crunch softly with each step, and the intoxicating scent of pine and damp earth would fill my senses. My heart would race, and a rush of adrenaline would surge through me as I lose myself in the untamed beauty of the wilderness. But, what captivates me the most is the idea of running through the forest in the rain. The thought of raindrops falling like liquid diamonds from the heavens, pelting the leaves and creating a gentle, rhythmic melody, sends a shiver of delight down my spine. In my daydream, I am drenched, my clothes clinging to my skin as I twirl and leap through the woods, liberated and carefree.

The rain washes away all my worries and fears, leaving only the exhilaration of the moment. It's as if the world, with all its complexities and complications, has melted away, leaving only the simplicity and purity of the rain-soaked forest. It's a feeling of utter peace, a sense of being one with nature and the world, a sensation I've longed to experience again. 

Lost in the serenity of my daydream, I sense a subtle presence to my right. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and a strange but not unwelcome shiver runs down my spine. Slowly, I turn my head to see one of the Cullen brothers standing there, a striking figure with sharp, chiseled features. He exudes an air of quiet strength and confidence, and I can't help but admire his physical appearance.

As I take in his feature, I quickly realise that this isn’t Jasper, as Bella would undoubtedly be with him if he were here. Besides, Jasper is known for his blond hair, which contrasts with the dark brunette locks of the Cullen brother beside me. His eyes, however, remain a shimmering gold, and their intensity is captivating. 

Going over Bella’s description, I recall that she mentioned Emmett to be big and buff. Emmett is tall and muscular. He has dark curly hair and dimpled cheeks. Despite his intimidating appearance, he is light-hearted and carefree. This man in front of me is almost quite the opposite with perfect and angular high cheekbones, strong jawline, a straight nose, and full lips causing my heart to quicken with a sudden realisation. In a hushed voice, I tentatively ask, “Edward?” 

The name hangs in the air between us, my uncertainty evident in the way I speak his name. The Cullen brother gives a small nod, his eyes holding a hint of amusement and there’s a small smile on his pretty lips as he says, “Hello.” His voice is a velvet whisper that sends a shiver down my spine. My cheeks heat up in response, and I can’t help but feel flustered by his presence. Turning my face away from him, I gaze out at the enchanting forest, using the breathtaking view to regain my composure. 

But just as I start to calm my racing heart, I sense his movement. Edward is moving closer, somewhat hesitantly as if he’s scared to do so but he moves so close I can feel the coolness of his chest against my back. The physical proximity is both thrilling and nerve-wracking, and I can’t help but wonder what his intention are as I continue to look out at the tranquil forest. 

The peaceful silence in the room is broken by Edward’s soft voice, barely above a whisper, “I like your mind,” he admits, his words sending a rush of warmth through me, “It’s quiet.” 

His words wash over me like a gentle caress, and I can’t deny the intrigue of his interest in my mind. It’s a compliment I could never have anticipated, coming from a vampire who can hear the thoughts of others. The intimacy of this moment is palpable, and I can sense the internal struggle within him, as if he’s torn between his desire to touch me and the realisation that we’ve only just met. 

Despite my rational thoughts screaming at me to maintain my distance, I surrender to the magnetic pull of Edward Cullen. My back leans into his cool, sculpted chest, and the sensation of his icy hands on my hips sends a shiver of anticipation coursing through me. It's as if the enchantment of the Cullen house, the breathtaking view of the forest, and Edward's irresistible presence have combined to create a spell that I am unable, and unwilling, to break. 

Closing my eyes, I allow myself to become completely enveloped in everything Edward. I’m hyperaware of how he feels behind me, the firmness of his chest pressed against my back, the subtle rise and fall of his breath against my neck as if it’s a force of habit for him despite vampires lack of need to breathe. His scent, a delicate blend of lilac, honey and sunshine, fills my senses and intoxicates me, wrapping me in a warm, inviting embrace. 

The moment feels intensely romantic, the air electric with the unspoken connection between us. I know that Edward can read my thoughts and perceive my view of him, and in this vulnerable instant, I choose not to resist. I grant him access tot he unfiltered depths of my desire, allowing him to see and feel the passion that simmers beneath the surface. 

The tension in the room crackles, the rain outside intensifying as if mirroring the fervour building within us. It's a clandestine dance of two souls drawn together by an unexplainable force. In this silent, electrifying embrace, I become an open book for Edward, my thoughts and desires laid bare, and I can only wonder what he'll make of the desires that race through my mind like wildfire

With a slow and deliberate movement, Edward turns me to face him, his eyes open and unguarded. They flicker with a hint of vulnerability, as if he, too, is uncertain of the depth of this connection. His gaze drops to my lips, and I can feel the warmth of his breath on my skin as he hovers close. His fingers twirl my hair around them, an intimate gesture that feels like an attempt to memorise every part of me that he can reach. The air crackles with anticipation as I hold my breath, my heart pounding in my chest, The world outside seems to fade away, leaving only the two of us in this electrifying moment. 

Edward’s gaze remains locked on mine, a silent promise of the depths of emotions and desire that lie beneath the surface. In the hushed room, our shared anticipation and vulnerability create an electric tension that’s impossible to ignore. His lips are tantalisingly close, and I can feel the coolness of his breath as he hovers near. It’s as if he’s about to kiss me, his intentions clear in the smouldering depths of his golden eyes. But he hesitates, his voice barely a whisper as he mumbles something about not being able to stop once he starts, a confession laden with both longing and restraint. 

Unable to resist any longer, I tangle my fingers in his tousled hair, an intimate gesture that communicates my desire and intent. With a gentle, yet urgent push, I guide his face the rest of the way down until his lips finally meet mine. 

As our lips meet in a hesitant and guarded kiss, a complex swirl of emotions and desires floods the space between us. Edward, despite his initial restraint, can’t help but respond to the fiery connection we share. His lips, cool and soft, brush against mine with a caution born of a lifetime of self-control. The kiss begins with a tentative exploration, as if he’s testing the boundaries of this newfound intimacy. 

The initial hesitancy slowly gives way to a growing intensity, and I can sense his need for more. His grip on me tightens ever so slightly, fingers digging into my hips, a delicate balance between desire and restraint. His response is careful, as if he’s constantly aware of his vampire strength, wary of causing any harm to me. The kiss deepens, his passion building, and the chemistry between us becomes an irresistible force that pushes us further into uncharted territory. 

With a slow and deliberate movement, he begins to walk me backwards, his lips never leaving mine, until my back makes contact with the cool glass of the windows, drawing a gasp from me. It has Edward smiling softly, golden eyes a little glazed as if in a trance of disbelief this is happening before his cold nose bumps my neck, making my pulse jump. I should be scared by how close he is to my jugular but I don’t feel any fear or anything, especially when Edward places a soft kiss on my jugular, a silent acknowledgement of the temptation that throbs beneath my skin. His lips are cold, but their touch is gentle, sending shivers of desire coursing through me. 

My hands tangle back in his soft locks, guiding his lips back to mine, their coldness a stark contrast to the burning passion that courses between us. In that moment, I am both vulnerable and empowered, willingly allowing myself to be drawn further into this intoxicating dance of desire. 

Each kiss makes me feel more alive, more connected to a world I never knew existed. The world outside may be drenched in rain, but in this electrifying embrace, a different kind of storm rages, a tempest of emotions and desires that we can’t control. His lips, cool and velvety soft, meet mine over and over again in a symphony of fire and ice, a fusion of elements that ignite a burning desire deep within me. 

His body presses against mine, a solid and unyielding presence that leaves me feeling both vulnerable and empowered. The contrast between his cool skin and the heat of my own sets my senses ablaze. As we deepen our connection, the room seems to spin around us, and I lose myself in the feeling of everything Edward. 

The room is charged with our passion, and I can feel it deep in my core. Every kiss is like a secret, a stolen moment in a world that is entirely our own. We lose track of time and space, our lips locked in an intimate dance that only intensifies the fever that has drawn us together in the first place. 

But then, like a bolt of lightning in our own private storm, I hear Bella’s joyful squeal. Edward pulling away from me, and I let my face fall into the warmth of his chest, overwhelmed by embarrassment. As I hide from the world, I can feel the soft rumble of amused laughter in Edward’s chest, a sound that both soothes and electrifies me in equal measure. 

“Fuck yeah!” Bells shrieks with joy and I flip her off over Edward’s shoulder as he wraps his arms around me, stifling a laugh as he can probably hear all of my silent insults and embarrassed thoughts thrown Bella’s way. 

“It’s okay.” He murmurs, fingers carding through my hair and I just hum, letting my eyes flutter closed in contentment. I don’t care how quick this is happening, all I know is I need Edward and no-one else so I’ll live with the embarrassment if it means I can have Edward. 

“You have me.” 

                           ┈ ✁✃✁✃✁✃✁✃✁ ┈

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[fuckmeyer]

Bella has unconditionally & irrevocably fucked up Edward's music tastes for all eternity.

granted, he was more than willing to admit (no he was not) that perhaps his love for Ruth Etting or Bobby Vinton was colored by nostalgia. but aside from one or two anomalies, his taste in music was (WAS) by & large impeccable.

but now, she - a child of the 1990s - has completely upended Edward's carefully curated "music snob" reputation. case in point, he is "not allowed" to touch the radio dial when Toto's "Africa" comes on. after she found one of his old Michael Bolton cassettes (which he kept solely for the sake of preservation, NOT because he "secretly likes listening to 'How Am I Supposed to Live Without You' on repeat," as Emmett suggests), he is now subjected to Soul Provider bimonthly, minimum. on any given day she is over, his sound system - once an electronic temple of aural artistry - will contain a Nirvana record, a Police cassette, a Sonny & Cher 8-track, and The Killer's Sam's Town on CD (the latter, he admits, is not bad).

this is nothing to say of the garbage he is introduced to against his will. because of her, he can name MULTIPLE Nelly songs. his siblings tease him constantly since catching him and Bella scream-singing one of his least-favorite songs, Aha's "Take On Me," in the Volvo. he can't help but associate those amazing, lazy summer afternoons making out in Bella's truck with THE BACKSTREET BOYS, of all things. (and, YES, for preservation's sake, he now owns a copy of Millennium.) he can even recite all the words to the "Britney, before you go..." dialog from "Oops...I Did It Again." which, he must add, he will do SOLELY to make her laugh.

& perhaps, beyond rediscovering his soul, the greatest lesson Bella has taught Edward is that music is more than art, but memories hidden in melodies & rhyme. this lesson won't stop Emmett from sneaking into Edward's room to hang up posters of Destiny's Child, or stop Rosalie from gifting him a Three Days Grace CD at Christmas, or stop Alice from blasting Alphaville's god-awful "Forever Young" on the way to the mall. but, he supposes, if sacrificing his impeccable taste means making more memories, what the hell. he can endure a little mediocrity now & again.

[lov3-lik3-ghosts]

Hi! I loved the Rosalie x reader x Emmett fic so much! Could I also request you write a Alice x reader x Jasper?

Opaque Heart

Pairing: Alice Cullen x reader x Jasper Hale.

Summary: You’re hearts always been a little transparent.

Warnings: Not beta nor proofread. Specific mention of eating peaches.

Format: Drabble.

Word Count: 338.

Note: I’m so glad you liked it, lovely! :)

| mother m-list

There’s something about her that has your opaque heart racing.

You’re not sure what it is between the obvious that has you tripping over, lovelorn and lost but it doesn’t really matter in the end. Alice is Alice, she’ll always be something worth the trail of your spirit; whether reciprocated or not.

She’s sitting across from you, on the other side of the oak coffee table between you. Her legs are tucked under her in an angle impossible to copy and she’s almost scarily still. Light breaths are raising her chest. There’s something so incredibly Alice about her in this moment that feels like peeping behind the forbidden curtain, fraught and thrilling all at once.

You don’t think you’ve ever wanted something more than her.

Jasper walks out the door to the kitchen as though he could hear what you were thinking, a quick reminder to your depravity that there was someone you wanted just as much. His golden eyes gleam when he looks from her to you. Your heart stutters.

“Hope you don’ mind, darlin’,” He drawls in that accent of his, one you’ve not long had the pleasure of hearing. “I found peaches, thought you could use a break from all tha’ work.”

As though it were that simple. Easy enough to see peaches and think of you, easy enough to all but say it was time for you to take a minute.

You take the peaches with a too wide smile and heat flushing under your skin.

“Come on, Jazz, we were just about to finish this section up.” Voice melodious and tinkering through you like every other time, Alice pats the space beside her.

You try not to stare at them side by side. Them separate is enough to spiral you into near obsession. You’re quick to fail.

But they’re staring too.

Your heart implodes into erratic rhythms, singing a tune so loud you’re sure they hear it across the table. If they do they spare you a mercy and keep it to themselves.

~ 𐀔 ~ 𐀔 ~ 𐀔 ~

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[astraule]

"You're Safe With Me"

Pairing: Alice x Reader Song: Change - Big Thief “Death, like a door to a place we’ve never been before.” Tags: Angst, losing a child, trauma, sharing trauma, helping through angst, soft kiss. Y/N: Vampire fem!reader. Word Count: 1.6 K Summary: You and Alice stood on her balcony, looking up at the stars. As time went by, you developed a fondness for her and her family, feeling comfortable enough to open up about your past. A few weeks later, while back on the balcony, you confessed that you had never shared your story with anyone before. Alice listened closely and you both shared a touching moment, as you were moved by her thoughtfulness.

3RD POV: (Alice’s Room Balcony)

Alice focused her eyes on you, a curious sparkle in their depths as you both leaned your elbows on her balcony with your arms crossed, looking up at the star-filled night sky. "It’s been an adventure of a few weeks for you, hasn't it?" she said. You shrugged a bit and said, "I'm used to hostility; though your family has been surprisingly nice to me, making my travels a great deal more enjoyable." Not more than a few weeks ago, you were roaming untrodden lands as a nomad, stumbling upon the vampires who possessed the land, the Cullens.

"Though I'm enjoying myself, it's time I need to get going soon. I sense danger just out of sight, and I would not wish to make a mistake on your land." You breathed a sigh as you spoke. "That's the problem with living close to werewolf territory; you can never be at ease." Alice responded, looking back up at the sparkling stars in the sky.

"While it seems a little early for you to go, I get that the last few weeks have been tough, especially with getting used to the rules on our land and vegetarian ways. I'm sure we can figure out a way to make your stay longer," Alice spoke once more. You could tell that Alice had developed a liking for you, and it appeared her family felt the same; they were all very approachable. Each one of them had distinct qualities that really made them stand out.

The leader of the coven, Carlisle Cullen, was incredibly wise; you could ask him anything, and he would give you a thoughtful and detailed answer. Esme Cullen, the matriarch of the group, exuded warmth and kindness, embodying the nurturing presence of a mother you had been missing for a while now. Emmett Cullen, the muscle of the coven, was a fantastic fighter, always eager to challenge you to a friendly spar. Rosalie Hale, known for her breathtaking beauty, had a passion for fixing and tinkering with cars, you were happy to lend a hand with your limited skills. 

Jasper Hale, the newest to embrace the vegetarian lifestyle before you arrived, was insightful, and you often enjoyed quiet moments together in the living room, each lost in your own book. Edward Cullen, the youngest member, had an incredible talent for playing the piano, you loved to sing along with his melodies. Bella Swan-Cullen, the latest addition to the family, radiated a gentle calmness, and you treasured your time together, sharing books and music, often losing track of time in deep conversations about your favorite stories. Alice Cullen, the most enchanting of them all, added a whimsical touch to your life, and you loved trying on the unique outfits she created for you.

They had confided in you about the complex details of their lives, especially the captivating stories of how they became vampires. For some time, you held back your own story, struggling with the guilt of not being honest with them. Alice often expressed her desire for you to stay with them, and her family appeared to be welcoming as well. Still, the idea of staying without sharing your truth felt like a heavy burden on your shoulders.

"I used to be a singer," you said, cutting through the silence that lingered between you and Alice. Her eyes narrowed, picking up on the change in the mood. Taking a deep breath, you walked back through the balcony door and into her room, you made your way to the living room where the rest of the Cullens were waiting, with Alice following closely behind you.

(Living Room)

You told the story as if it were just yesterday, back in 1962 when you were just 21 years old. Coming from a family of musicians, you were ready to carve out your own path in the world. The memory of that cold November night was clear, as you stepped out of the venue, surrounded by two bodyguards who protected you from the crowds of fans that had gathered.

You walked gracefully, the sound of your kitten heels tapping on the pavement as you acknowledged your fans, the gold bracelets on your wrist jingling softly. After getting into your limousine, you reached your hotel smoothly. Later that night, around 12:06 AM, you felt the urge to go out for a bite to eat. Without your bodyguards, the streets of Los Angeles seemed surprisingly peaceful, though not completely empty. Wanting to keep a low profile, you chose a casual outfit and wore just one bracelet, hoping to blend in with the few night owls around.

As you approached a familiar part of the city, it felt oddly quiet for this time of day. Suddenly, a young woman with striking silver hair came up to you. She looked to be in her early twenties, about your age. “Y/N L/N, I’m such a huge fan,” she said, her voice smooth and comforting, and her beauty was undeniable. “Could I get your autograph?” she asked, holding out a small notebook and a pen. Unlike the usual crowds of fans, she kept a respectful distance, radiating a sense of calm and genuine admiration. ‘An autograph wouldn’t hurt, and then I can grab a bite,’ you thought as you reached for the pen. Just then, a sharp sting shot through your wrist, making you wince and shut your eyes for a moment. When you opened them again, the woman had disappeared.

You looked down at your wrist, where a large bite mark disfigured your skin. Confusion swirled in your mind for a few moments before a sharp pain shot through you, forcing you to tear off the bracelet that adorned your wrist. You stumbled into a desolate alley, overwhelmed by the agony. Your transformation consumed the entire night, leaving you alone and without anyone to help you navigate this new reality. As dawn broke, you sought refuge in an abandoned house, escaping the city under the cover of darkness. The bracelet, stained with your blood, was later found by police, engraved with the words, ‘To Y/N from daddy, I love you princess.’ This marked the beginning of grievance; fans mourned the loss of their beloved singer, your father grieved for his princess, and your mother faced the heartbreak of losing her only child.

The situation was tough for everyone, no one could really move on from the loss of what was Y/N. Your parents felt the weight of the heartache deeply; your mother was forever altered, often retreating to your childhood room, crying as she held onto your cherished stuffed animals. Your father, consumed by his own grief, found it too painful to enter that space, unable to help his wife through her suffering. As time passed, you would sometimes catch yourself looking through the windows of your old home, witnessing your mother’s sorrow and your father’s struggle to cope with reality.

"I was once adored as one of the greatest singers of my time, a cherished daughter, and a devoted friend. But then, one fateful night altered everything, leaving me confined to this existence." As you finished your story, Alice embraced you, fully understanding the difficulty of sharing your experiences. “We’re genuinely sorry for what you’ve been through, Y/N. If anyone can relate to your suffering, it’s us,” Carlisle said.

"We know we can't erase your pain completely, but we truly want to help you find your way through it," Bella said, holding Edward's hand firmly. Esme softly stood up from the couch and tapped Alice on the shoulder, encouraging her to let go of the hug and sit down. Esme then wrapped you in a warm, motherly hug, providing comfort and reassurance.

Esme’s embrace was as comforting as your mother’s hugs. She would wrap you in her arms whenever you were hurt, kissing your scrapes as if her touch could make them better. On days when you felt unwell, she often made warm soup to help you feel better. She read you bedtime stories, always remembering to turn on the nightlight before quietly leaving the room. Your mother had always dreamed of having a child, and you were that dream come true for her. The pain and heartache a parent feels when losing a child is beyond any single word.

As you settled into Esme's arms, your voice shook as you murmured, "Mom." Tears glistened in her eyes at the sound of that name, a mix of joy and sorrow swelling in her heart. "I've got you now, sweetheart," she comforted you, wrestling with the guilt of taking on a role meant for your true mother, yet fully aware of your need for this comfort.

(Alice’s Room Balcony, Few Weeks Later)

“I’ve never told that story to anyone before,” you confessed with a sigh, feeling Alice lean her head on your shoulder. “I truly admire your dedication, Y/N,” she said with warmth. “I hope we can make you feel completely at home here.”

“There’s a warmth inside me that tells me I’m going to love it here,” you replied softly as Alice lifted her head from your shoulder, and you turned to meet her gaze. “I made this for you; it was supposed to be a surprise, but I just couldn’t hold it in any longer,” she said, pulling out a golden bracelet from her pocket, beautifully engraved with the words ‘To Y/N from daddy, I love you princess.’ It was an exact replica of the one from years ago. You extended your arm, and as she fastened it around your wrist, just above your bite mark, tears began to well up in your eyes.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d like it, so I set aside all my visions and just made it,” she said, her eyes focused on the bracelet. You couldn’t resist cupping her face in your hands, pulling her in for a kiss that lasted a few moments. When you finally pulled back, you smiled and said, “I really love it, Alice.”

This is honestly the most emotional fanfic I've ever written. I really hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved creating it!

[pupsmailbox]

1980's ID PACK

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PRONOUNS︰ arc/arcade. arcade/arcade. arcade/arcem. beam/beam. beep/beep. bling/bling. bo/booth. boom/box. bop/bop. bou/boutique. bri/bright. bright/bright. buzz/buzz. ca/car. car/car. cartoon/cartoon. cass/cassette. cassette/cassette. class/classic. color/color. cor/vette. dated/dated. dazzle/dazzle. dine/diner. disc/disc. disco/disco. dusk/dusk. elec/electric. flash/flash. fluor/fluorescent. gae/game. game/game. gli/glitch. glitch/glitch. glitter/glitter. glow/glow. grid/grid. hx/hxm. hy/hym. ix/ix. jazz/jazz. joy/joycon. juke/box. led/led. light/light. loud/loud. mall/mall. music/music. ne/neon. neon/neon. nostal/nostal. pac/man. par/parlor. pattern/pattern. phone/phone. pin/ball. pix/pixel. pixel/pixel. po/pop. polybi/polybius. pop/pop. rain/rainbow. rainbow/rainbow. ret/retro. retro/retro. rock/roll. salon/salon. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. ska/skate. star/star. sunset/sunset. synth/wave. text/text. thxy/thxm. thy/thym. video/videogame. vin/vintage. vintage/vintage. viv/vivid. vivid/vivid. walk/walkman. ☀️. ☎️. ✨. 🌆. 🌈. 🍭. 🎥. 🎶. 👾. 💥. 💾. 💿. 📞. 📟. 📠. 📺. 📼. 🕹. 🕹️. 🚗. 🚲. 🧩.

SIMILAR LISTS I HAVE︰ 1 2 3 4 ⭐

[moralesmilesanhour]

mad props! 04

summary: in the week leading up to the show, your grades begin to slip. whatever will you do... word count: 1820 a/n: hiii i rlly enjoyed writing this chapter bc some of the stuff in here has definitely happened to me lmao. if you feel up to it, reblog and tell me what your favorite song from any musical is in the tags! songs mentioned: 'Chip On My Shoulder' - Legally Blonde the Musical (Original Broadway Cast Recording) prev next

“Max, you’re a little flat, hun.”

The choir director pulled her shawl tightly around her as Max–the chosen casting for Emmett Forrest–ran through some of his sung lines for ‘Chip On My Shoulder’. 

The brown-skinned, dark-haired boy was an excellent actor; he breathed life into the words on the script and delivered them with all the earnestness and humor required to play Emmett. Hell, he even improvised his own jokes.

But he couldn’t hold a note to save his life. 

For some lines, Max could get away with half-singing, half-talking, but he was practically tone-deaf once the song got more involved. The choir director–Ms. Johnson–had to be called in to help get him somewhere that was at least within the ballpark of the correct pitch. His high notes remained painful to all present in the room, no matter what she did.

You huffed from your spot on the fake park bench, resisting the urge to scratch your scalp beneath the itchy wig. Everyone had heard the exact melody on the piano by now. Hear it, sing it. Like Spanish vocabulary, you couldn’t comprehend how people got that sort of thing wrong.

Harmonizing with Max went about as expected; you lost your place several times because of the distracting dissonance between your voice and his, like hearing a parrot and an eagle squawk at the same time.

Regardless, it was too late to recast Max now. He had a leading role with too many songs and lines to memorize. 

“Alright, take five!” the director yelled with a clap of her hands. 

A collective sigh could be heard as students dispersed for their well-earned water and bathroom breaks, the tension in the air dissipating. You stepped carefully off of the stage, when you heard a snicker in your direction.

Miles was in the middle of painting a cardboard sorority building in an obnoxious shade of hot pink, shaded with strokes of fuchsia and cyan that managed to work together somehow. You frowned at the fact that you couldn’t say anything bad about it.

The boy struggled to hold back a laugh, looking up as you stood over him with crossed arms.

“Something funny?”

Miles stood to meet your eyes, carelessly wiping bits of paint onto his pants.

“That frumpy-ass 613 wig you got on, for one,” he replied with a teasing grin. “Are you gonna wear that for the actual show?”

You rolled your eyes.

“No, for your information, I’m not. This is a placeholder wig,” you ripped it off of your head for emphasis. “Why are you even here, anyway? Don’t you got posters to make?”

In actuality, you knew about the art club lending some of its members to paint sets for the show. But you wanted to make sure Miles knew he was unwelcome.

“Just doin’ what I do best,” he shrugged. “You should be grateful for my sacrifice.”

You snorted, “What ‘sacrifice’?”

Miles jabbed his thumb behind him towards the left side of the stage, where Max was going over his lines. “I gotta listen to that nigga sing for over an hour. I’m sacrificing my time and my ears.”

Despite yourself, you laughed brightly at the comment, causing a more genuine smile to spread across Miles’ face. You looked pretty when you laughed.

“Oh my god, he sucks, right? Spent the whole damn song looking for the note.”

“Too late to replace him now, though. Show’s in two weeks.”

You nodded.

There was a brief pause before Miles asked, “So what made you sign up for theater? I was kinda surprised to see you on a stage.”

You gave him a wary look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” he raised both hands in defense, “You just seemed like more of the quiet type, that’s all.”

I signed up to avoid you, you thought, but didn’t say aloud; That would’ve given him the satisfaction of knowing that you thought about him that much.

Instead, you answered, “I used to do theater at my old school. Got the lead part most of the time, if you can believe it.”

There was an arrogance in your voice as you said that last bit that soured Miles’ expression. 

“I believe you, no need to convince me,” he said flatly. “Legally Blonde’s an interesting choice, though.”

You shrugged, “The part really lets me show my voice off, so...”

“Showin’ off,” Miles muttered beneath his breath, “Sounds like you.”

“Excuse me?”

Before you could start to argue, his eyes went wide, like he’d just heard a noise that no one else could hear.

“It was really nice talking to you, Y/N, but I gotta go,” he said, spinning on his heel and bolting towards the auditorium door. “Watch my stuff for me!”

Your jaw dropped in offense. Was he allowed to just bail on a club activity like that? And with the gall to ask you to watch his things for him. You totally did, though.

Once you got home, your feet throbbed and your muscles ached from all of the choreography. You were just barely out of your school uniform when you decided to lie down for a quick nap. Or what you thought was a ‘quick nap’.

The blaring of your alarm made your heart jump as your eyes flew open, half of your face damp with drool. The early morning washed over your room in a pale blue shade, and the sight would’ve relaxed you if not for the sudden realization that you weren’t in your pajamas.

You shot up, wiping the side of your face with your sleeve. Your Spanish and AP Physics notebooks were still strewn across your bed, along with several worksheets that had remained blank. Unfinished.

…Oh no.

Your heart was practically in your throat when you explained to Mr. Sanchez why you didn’t have any homework for him to collect. 

The man noticed your glassy eyes, and held up a reassuring hand in the middle of your frantic explanation.

“That’s fine, it happens,” he said gently, “Just bring in the missing work tomorrow, and it’ll only be ten points off. Don’t make it a habit.”

He adjusted his glasses, and returned to grading the pile of worksheets on his desk as you trudged back to your desk, a pit forming in your stomach over those precious ten points.

“You good?” Miles asked as you sat down, concern coloring his features. He ran a finger over a small band-aid on his right temple. “You look like you’re about to cry.”

You buried your face in your arms on the desk.

“Nunya.”

He sighed, “I dunno why I even asked.”

Unfortunately for both you and Mr. Sanchez, missing assignments did, in fact, become a habit. 

You began to spend more time lingering in the auditorium after everyone had left, practicing your line delivery. Adding little details, like extra hair flips or twirls. The spirit of Elle Woods had practically taken over your body.

You got home later and later into the evening, sometimes flopping down onto your bed and falling asleep before your head could even hit the pillow. This new ‘habit’ had you scribbling down vocab words and formulas in a frenzy, balancing your notebook on your lap on the bumpy bus ride to school. The flashcards that you had made for Mr. Sanchez’s class were now sitting untouched at the bottom of your bag.

By Friday, it landed you in front of his desk for office hours after you received your very first ‘F’. 

“As you’ve probably noticed, Y/N, your grades have fallen a significant amount in a very short period of time, and I’m a little concerned,” Sanchez slid your weekly grade report towards you and placed his finger on your Spanish grade. “What’s going on? This is very unusual for a student like you.”

Your sweaty fingers clutched the sides of your seat as you stared down at the report. How did you let it get this bad? Elle Woods would never.

“I-I just…”

You shook your head. “I’ve just been busy with extracurriculars and stuff, so assignments slip my mind sometimes.”

“You’re having trouble balancing them with your schoolwork?”

“Yeah, basically,” you leaned forward, looking desperate. “Can I still re-take that quiz? I didn’t really get to study, and–”

“Oh! That’s actually what I called you in for, one second.”

Sanchez rose from his seat, and made his way over to the door.

“You know about our Study Buddy system, yes?”

You nodded slowly, skeptically. “Am I getting a ‘Study Buddy’?”

“Pre-cisely. Come in!”

He opened the door, and you almost groaned audibly at the lanky figure that appeared at the entrance.

Miles entered with a friendly smile on his face that dropped the second his eyes landed on you.

“Oh. You.”

The Spanish teacher sat back down and gestured towards him.

“Miles here is both a native speaker and beyond proficient in this class. He was so kind as to sign up for the program, so I thought it might be nice to pair him up with someone in the same period.”

Shocked into silence, you were unable to say anything other than a quiet “Okay” as you stared blankly in front of you.

Study buddies. With the guy who didn’t even study. This had to be some kind of sick joke.

“He’ll be giving up a bit of his lunch time to tutor you in my classroom. I’d also highly recommend you two study with each other after school as well, if you can make the time. Sound good?”

“Yes,” you both said in miserable unison. 

“Well, that’s all,” Sanchez waved his hand. “You’re both dismissed. Have a lovely weekend!”

“You too!” you smiled tightly as you got up and made a beeline for the door, nearly bumping into Miles as you did so. 

Your weekend would be anything but ‘lovely’.

You fixed Miles with a glare as soon as you got out into the hallway.

“I’m not giving up my lunch period for you,” you yell-whispered. “I hope you know that.”

He took a step towards you and fired back, “Neither of us have a choice, your highness. If we’re not both up here during lunch, I get in trouble, and you gotta take the L and fail this class.”

“I’d rather fail, then. I don’t give a fuck.”

“Oh?” he laughed mirthlessly. “You were in tears over a damn ‘89’. Makes no difference to me, but I think you do give a fuck.”

You opened your mouth to shoot back a rebuttal, then closed it. Miles raised an eyebrow.

“I’m lying?”

“...No.”

Miles leaned forward until he was only inches away from your face. “Then cooperate. Or we both lose.”

You sighed in defeat, “Fine.”

He nodded curtly, then left to go grab his things from his locker.

In a forced attempt at courtesy, you called out towards his back, “See you next week–”

“Whatever!”

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[adobe-outdesign]

I know you probably aren't into FNaF anymore but I thought you'd be interested in knowing that a MASSIVE leak just happened. Basically, in 2023 a group called Fright's Dome got their hands on an old, completely unknown version of the Freddy Files that they dubbed the Talbert Files based on the author and paranormal investigator, Christopher Ryans-Talbert. Scott told them that he didn't necessarily care what they did with it, but he preferred it stay just between the group, and they decided to respect his wishes. This caused drama in the group and someone tried leaking it, but it was covered up until recently where personal DMs were leaked revealing its legit (which is honestly fucked up, those were private and personal conversations).

Basically, this old draft of the lore shows off some pre-FFPS storylines. I think the biggest part is that Henry and Charlotte WEREN'T originally planned to be part of the games, instead replaced by a man named Emmett Tucker and his daughter, Cassidy. Emmett created the Medicore Melodies, with Happy Frog made specifically for Cassidy, but William rejected them so he flipped and left. Cassidy possessed both the Puppet AND Golden Freddy, and the five kids reported was purely an error on investigators who saw Cassidy's ghosts on the cameras.

Other things include ages (in 1985 William was 40, Mike was 17, and Phone Guy was 34), names of the missing kids (Susie Mosteller, Gabriel Gardner, Jeremy Fitzgerald Jr., Fritz Smith Jr.), Phone Guy's name (Steven Callahan), acknowledgement of the SAVETHEM victims (they were teens who broke into Freddy's and was picked off by William), the SL gang becoming cryptids (Scrap Baby and Molten Freddy obviously, but Michael himself was also one known as the St. George Stitchwraith), Fazbear's Fright being made by FE to basically do what the indie games did successfully, Elizabeth's original name (Abaigael), and a journal entry from William Afton himself after the death of his youngest son that dives into his twisted ideals and motivations. There's a good chunk more, but those are just the key stuff. The overview document and some pages are making their way around the internet rn

just reading the first paragraph is like

[quantwigmania]

most of this is already on my neocities website but the Legally Blonde ballad is so fascinating to me simply because of how many changes it went through throughout the workshop > pre-broadway shows > broadway > even the national tour and onward... like altogether there are At Least 10 different versions of a combination of lyrics and it is so fun to see the difference between them. like most of the changes are small BUT THEY MEAN SO MUCH!!!!!! AND I WILL TALK ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!

i like the final broadway version best simply because Emmett sings in Elle's melody from What You Want (which has it's own implications of awesomeness i want to talk about) but sometime before they actually opened on broadway, they always had him echo her "back to the sun / back to the shore" line and it sounds SO PRETTY.

[panlight]

What do you think the Denali Coven were like as humans, their interests or hobbies, or maybe do as a career? (Kate probably does martial arts or self-defense, Tanya could work in art, Eleazar in business, etc etc. They got that big mountain home somehow)

I'm skeptical of them having careers in the present day, given that they seem to have been staying in the same place since at least the 1930s. I guess now they could be doing some sort of remote work? Maybe in the past they wrote books or articles under pseudonyms, or just picked up odd jobs here and there. Or the sisters just had their boyfriends buy them things and pay for stuff?

(And I DO wonder about their house because Denali is a national park. Are they paying the government off to let them keep staying there? Is it so remote the government doesn't know about it? SM seems to suggest they live literally ON the mountain.)

As a human Kate seemed to be into martial arts and physical fitness, having served as a bodyguard of sorts to what amounted to a princess. I think she and Emmett would have had fun over the years testing the limits of vampire abilities. Maybe she does workout videos online.

Irina was from a small farming community, I imagine she had a quieter, more peaceful human life than Kate. Maybe she still likes to grow things? An Alaskan mountain cabin is not like, the most ideal place for a garden. Maybe she keeps an indoor herb garden? Or they are hiding a big greenhouse on the mountain too, lol.

I've imagined that Tanya was possibly from a more well-to-do background; Sasha was her great-aunt and had been watching over the family which makes me think the family was prosperous in some way. Maybe they were skilled craftspeople or involved in local government. We don't really get a sense of what Tanya's hobbies are (other than romantic pursuits), but she seems cultured and sophisticated, while still also fun. Keep thinking of her cannonball into the snow. Maybe becoming a vampire gave her freedom from the expectations of her family/society and that's part of the reason she so was so devoted to Sasha. She didn't feel like she robbed her of her human life, but that she gave her freedom from it. But I do like to think she is maybe into some sort of craft; maybe she remembers ancient weaving or ceramic techniques and sells them at craft fairs and on Etsy.

Eleazar seems like a scholarly sort, and Carmen gives musical vibes, although that might be because of the actress who played her in the movies. In my mind she sings, plays several instruments, dances. Eleazar enjoys these things too, but he is the harmony to her melody; he supports her, but it's her passion. Maybe she was a street musician when they met. Her siren song lured him away from the Volturi. I think Eleazar is like Aro and Carlisle, very curious, wants to learn and study, but perhaps more about history and culture than Carlisle's science/medicine angle.

[cluelessteam]

Eternal Harmony: {~Melody of Souls~}

Summary: Y/N's ordinary life takes a supernatural twist when they encounter the mysterious Cullen family in Forks. Immersed in a world of eternal love and trials, Y/N becomes a vital part of the Cullens' immortal story. Guided by Alice's visions and Jasper's wisdom, they face cosmic threats and navigate the complexities of supernatural existence. The story unfolds through eclipses of emotions and trials, culminating in a dawn where enduring bonds and love echo through the ages—a forever-bound journey in the supernatural realm.

Characters: The Cullen family

Pairing: Jasper x Reader x Alice

Warnings: No Warnings

Word Count: 624

Chapter 2 --- Chapter 3

The dense forest surrounding Forks seemed to come alive as Alice, Jasper, and Y/N ventured deeper into its depths. The towering trees, shrouded in mist, arched overhead, creating a natural cathedral that resonated with a profound sense of ancient wisdom. The forest floor, adorned with ferns and moss, cradled their steps in a carpet of nature's embrace.

Alice, her every movement a dance with the unseen, turned to Y/N. "Our family is not what it seems, and the secrets of our existence are written in the language of the forest."

Jasper, walking with a quiet confidence, added, "We've lived through centuries, seen civilizations rise and fall. The forest harbors the echoes of our immortal journey."

As they meandered through the verdant sanctuary, Alice occasionally paused to pick a wildflower or share a snippet of the future she glimpsed. The air was thick with the earthy scent of pine, and the distant murmur of a hidden stream added a melodic undertone to the symphony of nature that surrounded them.

Y/N, caught in the enchantment of their surroundings, couldn't help but feel a growing sense of curiosity. "What are you trying to show me?" they asked, their voice a mere whisper in the vastness of the ancient woods.

Alice turned to Y/N, her golden eyes reflecting the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves. "A place where we can truly be ourselves. A place away from prying eyes."

Soon, the trio reached a secluded meadow bathed in the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the trees. It was a place untouched by the passage of time, a sanctuary hidden from the curious gazes of the mortal world. As they settled into the natural tranquility, Edward and Bella emerged from the shadows, their presence adding another layer to the unfolding tale.

Edward, with his tousled bronze hair and a gaze that seemed to pierce through the veil of reality, greeted Y/N with a nod. "Welcome to our secret haven."

Bella, her warmth a contrast to Edward's intensity, added, "You're in for quite a journey, Y/N. The Cullen family has its fair share of surprises."

As they sat in the meadow, the Cullens began to share snippets of their immortal lives. Carlisle, with his sage-like wisdom, and Esme, the epitome of maternal grace, joined the group, each member contributing to the mosaic of stories that made up their shared history.

Emmett, with his infectious enthusiasm, regaled Y/N with tales of epic encounters with formidable foes. "You've got a front-row seat to the best supernatural show in town," he boomed, flashing a grin that could rival the sun.

Rosalie, elegant and enigmatic, offered Y/N a nod of acknowledgment. "You've entered a world of legends, dear. Choose your path wisely."

As the afternoon unfolded, Y/N found themselves immersed in the vibrant tapestry of the Cullen family. Laughter, shared memories, and the unspoken bonds of kinship filled the air. Amidst the tales of their supernatural existence, Y/N sensed a palpable harmony, a melody of souls that resonated within the heart of this extraordinary family.

Alice, ever attuned to the nuances of the future, turned to Y/N. "You're a part of this now, Y/N. Embrace the melody, for your presence has added a unique note to our eternal composition."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the meadow, the Cullen family stood together. In the quietude of the twilight, Y/N felt a sense of belonging that transcended the boundaries of mortality. Little did they know that the journey had only just begun, and the melody of their intertwined destinies would echo through the ages, creating a symphony of immortal love and timeless connections.

[esmecullenswife]

Momma, Take Me Home

The crisp, damp air of Forks was a constant presence, but it didn’t chill Rosalie’s heart. It was the gnawing emptiness inside that did.

A longing for something she could never have, a child to fill the void. It was a pain Emmett, strong and playful as he was, couldn’t quite soothe.

“Maybe we should visit that orphanage again,” he said one day, his voice a rumble of good intentions. Rosalie, her blonde hair shimmering like spun gold, looked at him with a flicker of hope in her usually stoic eyes.

The orphanage was a place of hushed whispers and tired smiles.

Until Rosalie saw her. A girl, barely ten, with eyes that held the universe and a smile that could light up the darkest room. Her name was Luna, and she spoke in a language that was a melody to Rosalie’s ears – Spanish.

Luna was a whirlwind of energy, her laughter as bright as the sun, her mind as sharp as a knife. She was shy and timid at first, but Rosalie’s patient smile and Emmett’s boisterous laughter soon melted her reserve away.

The adoption process was a blur, the paperwork a mere formality compared to the joy of bringing Luna home.

Rosalie taught her English, carefully and patiently, never letting her forget her Spanish heritage. Luna thrived, learning fast, her laughter echoing through the Cullen house.

But life had a cruel twist in store. A sickness, insidious and swift, took hold of Luna. Her vibrant energy dimmed, and Rosalie watched in despair as her daughter withered away.

One night, as Luna lay in her bed, weak and pale, Rosalie’s heart ached with a new kind of pain.

It was then, as death hovered over her daughter, that Rosalie’s desperation reached its peak.

“Emmett,” she whispered, her voice thick with tears. 'I have to do this.'

Emmett understood. He knew what she meant. He knew what his wife, his mate, was willing to sacrifice for the daughter they had both come to love.

Rosalie’s fangs pierced Luna’s neck, a final act of love.

The pain was agonizing, a searing fire that threatened to consume her.

But as the world faded away, Luna felt a wave of power surge through her, a strange, exhilarating sensation.

When her eyes opened again, they were a deep amber, reflecting the same golden light as her mother’s.

She was no longer a fragile child, but a creature of the night, forever bonded to the family who had saved her.

Life as a vampire was a whirlwind.

Luna learned to control her thirst, her newfound strength, her immortal existence.

Emmett, ever the playful one, taught her how to use her powers, his booming laughter echoing through the woods as they sparred.

And Rosalie, her sadness eased by the knowledge that her daughter was safe, watched with a contented heart.

She had found a way to keep Luna, to have her forever, even if it meant sacrificing her humanity in the process. Luna was her daughter, a part of her, and they would face this new, eternal life together.

[rededgeevents]

ᴏᴀᴋ ɪꜱʟᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏᴏᴍᴍᴀᴛᴇ ʟɪꜱᴛ

First Floor: 001: Silas Rivers & Sienna Johnson 002: Illiana Fuentes & Kyle Hale 003: Emersyn Michaels & Flynn Gilbert 004: Luke Myers & Emma Eklund 005: Pogue O'Connor & Elena Dawson 006: Leighton Whitlock & Elliot Booker 007: Maverick Anderson & Ocean Simmons 008: Max Turner & Nova Rockwell 009: Klaus Richards & Marc Hall 010: Sloane Ross & Marisol Monroe 011: Anastasia Hill & Lucas Roden

Second Floor: 001: Aurora Thompson & Chase Knight 002: Lana & Noah Rodgers 003: Teddy Wintson & Melody Hastings 004: Theodora Murphy & Georgina Russell 005: Jeremy Fellows & Katerina Lopez 006: Paco Florez & Ivy Fitzgerald 007: Alejandro Fuentes & Nicole Balliol 008: Brooke Barlow & TJ Cohen 009: Elijah Cavannaugh & Serena Bennett 010: Kirby Sinclair & Kennedy Simpson 011: Brittany Miller & Austin Barnes

Third Floor: 001: Logan Slater & Atlas Quinn 002: Olivia Bardot & Petra Cromwell 003: Freya Smith & Killian Quinn 004: Damon Henderson & Kinsley Argent 005: Mila Monroe & Tanner Sommers 006: Tyler Dupont & Autumn Hawthorne 007: Beau Williams & Arrow Ellington 008: Emmett Hills 009: Savannah Cooper & Paris Astor 010: Archibald Deaton x Eric Rose 011: Donny Keller & Delcan Mitchell

Fourth Floor: 001: Bradley Callan & Lucia Rossi 002: Cyrus Thompson & Jared Madden 003: Caleb Peace & Jasmine Harris 004: Valentina Lopez & Bonnie Brook 005: Alexa White & Wyatt Baker 006: Callopie Adams & Jayce King 007: Lydia Brown & Vincent Baxer 008: Shane Nichols & Devin Carter 009: Jax King & Juliette Maddox 010: Mariana Florez & Kiara Langford 011: Rosalie Collins & Jack Sterling

[memorieswillneverdie]

Since I always roam in parallel universe and make my OCs everywhere.. Yes.. why not do it here too.. I have become a different person since I met incredibox And of course this musical chameleon, Polo, I love this one so much (personally I prefer normal Polo to El Cool Polo)

About the gender of this character, my brain crashed for a while and finally I chose between Emmett and Melody Emmett, (And well, in my mind there was a boy named Emmett who met Polo in university and he was not a girl, so.. That's it.. don't think about it too much..)

This costume is made from the version 8 palette (one of my favorite versions which is number one)

And also, I can't see this costume as a girl and it has more of a masculine look

(I wish I could make my own personalized version but I have no idea yet)