#I LITERALLY DOWNLOADED THIS SONG AND WILL SING ALONG TO THIS SOON

[nerdiel-has-no-braincells]

THE SONG 🎵

THE VISUALS ❤️

THE ENTIRE SCENE TIED WITH THE SONG 🎶

OMFGOSH ❤️

THIS WAS SOMETHING I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED BUT CAN NO LONGER LIVE WITHOUT 🥹❤️

[allhandsondeck1]

ATTENTION ALL NON KPOP LISTENERS THAT HAVE A KPOP STAN IN YOUR LIFE!!!!! (This is a ramble)

Do you have a friend, partner, sibling, etc. that loves kpop? Is their birthday soon? Do you want to give them a bouquet, but don't know what flower to give them? I HAVE THE PERFECT THING FOR YOU! A BIAS BOUQUET!!!

Okay so along with my sister's birthday being.. literally rn (it's 1 am for me at the time of posting this), it's also right before valentines day! She's my best friend, and my sister, and she deserves a bouquet. She is obsessed with kpop. Like, can hear the first few seconds of a song and name the group, song, album, and who is singing at each moment(she scares me). She has like, a million favorite groups, so I had made a list and broooo.. I didn't even use half of the list, and the list was at least 20 or more members.. AND IT WASNT EVEN ALL OF THEM

So you can tell what my motive for this was, yeah? It's actually hella easy! I didn't take progress shots, because I got school later and didn't have the time to stop and take pictures, but here's what you need!

An editing or art app

Paper/Cardstock

lamination sheets

Wooden skewers

A foam cone

Tape

Tissue paper

Pipe cleaners (optional)

Sticky notes (optional)

Soo to start I went to pinterest and downloaded a few photos of my sister's favorite idols. You don't have to do all of them, you can do one group or just a bunch of photos of their favorite person! Whatever you want. I used the app IBISPAINTX to put them all together in different sizes, so it was easier to print and cut out and they can vary in sizes. Use whatever app or website you think works!

I basically just put them in collages like this.

I emailed them to myself and then printed them out on cardstock paper, just so they were stiffer and would last longer, but if you don't want to/don't have that, regular printer paper will work!

Jm using a digital version, just to show it(also in courtesy of the girl bc its my sister's favorite and I forgot to print her out 😭) but after they are printed, cut your idols out, just the perimeter around it!

Then, this is also optional, but I used lamination sheets over the pictures! Try and fit as many of your idols on the sheets just to save, but be careful, because you want to make sure when you cut them out, they have a small gap on the lamination, just so the lamination doesn't peel off. The lamination will just make the pictures last longer, so your person can keep them after! *the gray represents the lamination!*

Now, I bought a foam cone fromWalmart, but yoh can probably grt it at micheals or any craft store! Mine was a little small, I don't have exact dimensions cause I just guessed, but I think eying it and guessing too will do just fine! I also got some skewers, which can be found anywhere, I just found them in a drawer lol. Next thing is tape!

Youre going to take your idols and your skewers, just tape the back onto the skewer before you stick it into the foam. Now, this part is optional too, but I used some purple pipe cleaners to wrap around the skewers! I just measured the part that was stuck into the foam, then I taped the idol on after I pulled it out,and then I wrapped the pipe cleaners above the line and to the bottom of the picture, and stuck it back in

Another optional thing is to make paper hearts! I found a tutorial on YouTube to make inflatable ones! I used the skewers to poke through the top and then layer purple and pink ones. I made seven so it could start on one color and end in the same color! I made three of these pattern heart things, but you can make as many as you want! (This works well if it's for a romantic partner or for valentines day!)

Finally I just used purple and pink tissue paper to hide the cone, and taped it together to keep it in place! Here's the final product in horrible lighting

I can only name like, 5 people on this bouquet, and then the girl on my demonstration but idk how to spell her name lol

Anyways! There's a good, decently cheap present for your local kpop lover!

[swagcoolcat]

Hi! I don’t think I got to you yet either. What’s your favorite bmc song? Full rant and everything please >:)

OH MY GOSH YES HI!!!

Anon I’ve been hoping for this ask ever since I started seeing it go around, so I’m so excited, thank you.

I can’t choose one favorite, so I’m gonna share multiple and say what I like about them, with the rants as asked below the cut :)

Two Player Game: This song is really special to me for multiple reasons, the main one being it’s the first song from the musical I ever listened to. I heard this song by chance at a summer camp years ago (2016 or 2017) and then I tried to find it again and failed. Then, again, by chance, it autoplayed on my YouTube while I was listening to music doing homework in April of 2018, and I recognized it and listened to it until I knew the song. This is also my favorite for singing with other people and it’s so fun to sing along to.

A Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into: I’ve always been really attached to this song because it’s just so sweet and fun, I love it a lot. I love Christine and Jeremy’s chemistry- both platonic and romantic- and this song displays it so well, because already you can see Christine trusts Jeremy, enough that she’s telling him all about this. She likes him a lot, she likes being around him, and it’s so special. Also, this one is really satisfying to do karaoke of because I learned the timing for an audition, so I sing along to it a lot. Also also, Christine is just like me for real and she’s one of my dream roles, and I personally like this song more than ILPR.

Loser Geek Whatever: THIS SONG IS FUCKING EVERYTHING!!!!! Like the previous two there’s already the sing along value of it. But there’s also a point where I remember listening to this song for the first time. I remember downloading the single to my phone before the Broadway album was released. And man, this song Hit so right for me. Jeremy, in my opinion, definitely benefited this song. This is a big decision for him, going from Jeremy 1.0 to 2.0. It’s a big decision moving on from Michael. And Loser Geek Whatever is such a perfect song for that decision. We know everything going through Jeremy’s head, and it helps us, as the audience, to be more understanding of Jeremy’s choice to continue blocking out Michael. (If he even REALLY had a choice, but that’s getting off track.)

Halloween: I literally just think this song is fun. Specifically the Broadway version of the song, it gets me so pumped up every time I listen to it. I love the energy going into it, and it’s definitely up there for that reason. Plus, you gotta appreciate the choreo the actors learn in the stage version, it’s truly iconic.

Michael in the Bathroom: Full disclosure, Michael has always been my favorite character. It flips now between Michael and Christine, but even then, he’s up there. As I stated with Loser Geek Whatever, this song really benefits Michael as a character, because from what we as the audience have seen, it’s really out of character for him. Throughout the entire musical to this point, Michael is mostly a pretty upbeat and chill guy. We get times where he’s more anxious or insecure (“would you be too cool for… video games?”) and there’s other times where he’s kinda pissed off (“really? so you’re not the one who’s been avoiding me?”), but both of those examples are both quickly followed by his more chill attitude, and both feel different than this situation. Michael is angry in the bathroom scene, and then as soon as Jeremy leaves, he’s sad, and he’s trapped, and he’s scared. This is Michael’s darkest moment in the show (like a lot of characters tbh- Halloween was not a good time), and the fact that we as the audience get to see it? It’s really good for Michael’s character arc. Not to mention the song itself is SO FUN TO SING. This is a song where if I’m driving and I get distracted from singing along, I’ll start the song over so I can sing to all of it.

The Play: OOOOOOOUGH I LOVE THE CHAOS IN THIS ONE!!!! Seeing it on stage through bootlegs is so wonderful, I love how this song is staged, and it being the climax of the show. It s everything. But you don’t need the stage version for this song to be chaotic. I listen mostly to the Broadway version of bmc, and wow. They weren’t fucking around with this one. Jeremy gets to interact with nearly every cast member in this song, and every interaction is wild. In the Broadway version, we actually get to hear Jeremy and Michael’s fight, which in itself is everything to me. There’s the interaction with Chloe and Brooke (which is unsettling at best). There’s Christine!!! THERE’S “THAT’S NOT CHRISTINE AND I’M STRONGER THAN YOU THINK I AM” and then there’s screaming. So much screaming. The screaming in Two River is funnier in my opinion, it’s fucking hilarious, but the screaming is so good regardless, and the the SQUIP dying?????? Chefs kiss. I love the play.

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Among Us

Shinobu Kochou x Fem Reader 

Also Featuring: Giyuu, Obanai, Mitsuri, Nezuko, Tanjirou, Kanao, Zenitsu, and Inosuke.

A/N: Y’all already know what it is. Enjoy this modern, kinda crack, fic.

“Start!” Inosuke screamed in everyone’s ears the second the lobby was filled. “Inosuke, you don’t need to yell!” Tanjirou winced. “I said start! Who’s running this thing? Let’s go! I wanna crush all of you!” Inosuke’s voice boomed over the discord server, his character moving erratically about the lobby space. “Inosuke, just hold on a second. I’m adjusting the settings!” (Y/n) tried to explain over the boy’s howls.

“Oh, hey, guys? Is it okay if I stream this?” Mitsuri asked. “My subscribers have been begging to see me play,” “I don’t have a problem with it,” (Y/n) shrugged, “What does everyone else think? Speak now or forever hold your regret,” A bunch of muddled voices resounded through (Y/n) headphones and she listened hard to pick up any objections. “Sounds like You’re good to go Mitsuri,” “Thanks guys!” “Start! Start! Start!” Inosuke chanted. “Oh my god,” (Y/n) groaned, “Okay, I hope they get you first,” she muttered as she clicked the start button. “What?!” The screen fades, (Y/n) sighs, relieved that she’s a crewmate this round. Imposter is much too stressful. “Oooo I’m so excited!” Mitsuri’s voice broke through as the game began. “Mitsuri, mute,” Shinobu and Obanai gently reminded her before re-muting themselves. “Eep! Sorry!” Mitsuri replied before all was silent. (Y/n) opened her map and decided she’d work right to left for now. She made her way to weapons and saw Nezuko’s little brown bean with bear ears shooting asteroids while Tanjirou and Zenitsu watched. (Y/n) made a mental note of it and continued to navigation for her download and spaceship task. She walked into the empty room and began her download. As the download neared its completion, (Y/n) prayed no meeting would be called before the final file was retrieved, lest she have to do it all over again. When the screen closed, (Y/n) jumped in her seat when she saw Shinobu’s little purple character hovering over hers. “Are you downloading Shinobu, or are you being nefarious?” (Y/n) muttered to herself. She eyed Shinobu suspiciously before moving to complete her spaceship task. When she finished that, Shinobu had moved to stand directly in front of her, the helmets of their little avatars meeting in a kiss. “Nope nope nope, stop that,” (Y/n) moved to get the hell out of nav but before she could, a body had been reported. “I found Inosuke’s body in electrical,” Giyuu spoke. “Zenitsu has been following me everywhere!” Tanjirou shared, “It’s very unsettling.” “It’s because I’m scared, Tanjirou!” Zenitsu cried. “Where is everyone what do we know?” Obanai asked. “I’m in reactor doing the pattern game!” Mitsuri shared. “Zenitsu, Nezuko, and I ended in admin.” Tanjirou supplied. “I was in nav with (Y/n).” Shinobu’s calming voice shined through. “That’s true,” (Y/n) affirmed, “I also saw Nezuko do asteroids so she’s clear. Kanao, where were you?” “Med bay,” came the quiet and precise reply. “Obanai, where were you?” Giyuu asked. “I was in storage filling my gas can,” he replied, coolly. “That’s close to electrical,” Giyuu noted. “Are you accusing me, Tomioka?” “Just making an observation,” “I think Tomioka self reported,” Shinobu sing-songed as she submitted her vote. “Ooo, defense Tomioka-san?” Mitsuri asked. “...I didn’t do it.” “I’ve heard all I needed to hear,” Obanai deadpanned while submitting a vote for Giyuu. “Okay, but I think we should hold off a round, we don’t have a lot to go off on. We should skip,” Tanjirou reasoned. “Just keep an eye on Giyuu. Maybe Kanao too, she could have vented to med bay from electrical,” “I agree!” Mitsuri voiced along with (Y/n) and a hum from Nezuko. The votes were cast with moments to spare. Three votes against Giyuu and the rest were skips. “Zenitsu, why did you vote for Giyuu?” Tanjirou asked. “He’s suspicious and I don’t want to die!” The game faded back in and (Y/n) decided to go to admin to card swipe and finish her upload. Shinobu followed close behind, along with Tanjirou and Zenitsu. (Y/n) began her upload, feeling relatively safe with three other people in the room. By the time she was done, Obanai had joined them as well. Though he appeared to be looking at the admin table rather than continuing his tasks. (Y/n) let him be and went to the card swipe, quickly completing the task before moving on. She followed Tanjirou and Zenitsu to storage and completed a set of wires while the green and yellow characters continued downward towards the right side. When she came out of the task, the lights were out. She moved as fast as her character’s stubby little legs would allow and found Mitsuri already fixing the lights. Soon, light flooded the map once more and (Y/n) checked the upper area and was shocked to find Giyuu standing over a black halved corpse, Obanai. She quickly reported with Mitsuri right behind her. “Nezukoooooo!” Zenitsu and Tanjirou yelled in unison. “Who killed my baby sister!” Tanjirou cried. “Oh dear,” came Shinobu’s sympathetic voice, “she was the only cleared one out of all of us,” “Guys, I’m sad too, but listen to what Mitsuri and I saw!” (Y/n) said, trying to talk over the rowdy boys’ wails. “What did you see, love?” Shinobu’s melodic voice sent shivers down (Y/n)’s spine, but she quickly recovered. “Giyuu was standing over Obanai’s body in electrical,” “He was!” Mitsuri confirmed, “My poor snake-y boi!” “I didn’t see him,” Giyuu claimed. “How could you not have seen him? You were literally standing on his body,” (Y/n) rose her arms in disbelief. “I was doing a task. The spinning circle thing,” he explained monotonously. “I know you’re incompetent Tomioka, but even you can’t be that clueless,” Shinobu chided. “Let’s not forget Obanai accused him of killing Inosuke last round,” “She’s right, I think we need to vote you out, sorry Giyuu,” Tanjirou called mournfully. “...But you don’t vote on seven.” Giyuu replied, seemingly emotionless. “When you know, you know. Sorry Giyuu,” (Y/n) voted, soon followed by the others. “But I have trash,” “Just vote, Tomioka,” Shinobu ordered with a mocking sweetness. A unanimous vote, besides Giyuu who skipped, sent the blue bean spinning into space. “Oh shiiiit,” (Y/n) groaned, as the white text appeared on screen. Giyuu was not an imposter. “A double kill and it’s all over.” As soon as the game resumed, the reactor went off. (Y/n) followed after everyone, counting the seconds until inevitable death. Shinobu and Zenitsu went top reactor so (Y/n) went to lower. There she found Kanao and Tanjirou who had originally headed the pack. “What?!” (Y/n) yelled, not caring if Shinobu could hear her from the living room, because Kanao’s white character with its cute little flower atop its head, just sliced Tanjirou up right in front of her. “I can’t believe I hit the report button before there was a double kill!” (Y/n) spoke quickly, “Kanao, sweet baby Kanao, killed sunshine boy Tanjirou in front of my very own eyes!” “Tanjirooooouuuu!” Zenitsu cried. “Kanao, is that true?” Shinobu asked. “...Yes,” Kanao answered after a short pause. “I have always appreciated your honesty, but you are allowed to lie in this game, Kanao,” “Okay, Nee-san” Kanao replied. “...I didn’t do it,” “It’s a little late for that now, but keep it in mind for the future.” “So wait, we’re voting off Kanao?” Mitsuri asked. “If (Y/n) is to be believed, then yes,” Shinobu replied. “What do you mean ‘if I’m to be believed?’” (Y/n) asked feeling a bit hurt, “I honestly saw her do it,” “You also played a major part in Tomioka getting booted off the ship. In fact, I’d say you and Mitsuri are quite suspicious,” “Hey!” Mitsuri whined, “How am I suspicious?” “You never showed up to reactor,” Shinobu explained, “You left your fellow imposter hanging. I assume (Y/n) only killed Tanjirou because she expected you to attack as well,” “I- I meant to help at reactor, really, but I got distracted by another arrow and went the wrong way!” Mitsuri sputtered. “I don’t know what to believe!” Zenitsu screamed. “Zenitsu, Shinobu, listen to me. I swear it’s Kanao, she admitted to it, remember?” (Y/n) couldn’t believe they were still debating this at all. “I believe (Y/n)!” Mitsuri declared and then promptly voted. “Well, we do need to vote... I suppose I’ll believe you (Y/n). After all, you could have killed me back in nav at the beginning of the game,” Shinobu decided. “Did you come up with that theory before just to spite me or what?” (Y/n) felt her eye twitch as her girlfriend’s melodic laughter rang through her ears. “Perhaps,” Shinobu teased, “I really do have my doubts about Mitsuri though.” “Shinobuuuu, don’t be mean!” (Y/n) could practically hear the pout in Mitsuri’s tone. The votes were soon counted. Everyone had voted for Kanao, including the quiet girl herself, and she was sent into space. The white text confirming that she was indeed an imposter. There were only four of them now, (Y/n), Shinobu, Zenitsu, and Mitsuri. (Y/n) cursed as she glanced at the task bar. It was barely half filled. “I’ll bet you anything Inosuke hasn’t done a single goddamn task this whole time,” she mumbled to herself as she followed Mitsuri’s pink character and the little hamster rolling behind her. (Y/n) stopped at security and did wires while Mitsuri continued downward to lower engine. (Y/n) then double backed to reactor after opening her map and realizing she had numbers to do as well. Once she completed that, (Y/n) only had one more set of wires to complete in the cafeteria. As she made her way up the map, o2 went off. (Y/n) bypassed the wires she needed to fix, and headed to admin where she was the only one around. She opened the task and was about to push the last number when a body was reported. “Mitsuri, care to explain yourself?” Shinobu spoke, her voice eerily calm. “Shinobu, you killed Zenitsu in front of me!” Mitsuri squealed. “It’s a self report (Y/n), I swear!” “(Y/n), would I ever lie to you?” Shinobu asked sweetly. “Yes, yes you would,” (Y/n) replied without hesitation. “You’re a beast at this game. I bet if we played in the same room you could still lie right to my face,” “That’s fair,” Shinobu replied. “Then I implore you to think back to the previous rounds.” “She’s stalling! I swear she did it, (Y/n)!” “(Y/n), when you were in electrical and saw Tomioka standing over Obanai’s body, wasn’t Mitsuri in there before you?” “Yeah, but she was fixing the lights,” (Y/n) recalled. “But how easy would it have been for her to lull Obanai into a false sense of security? Tomioka was indisposed, she probably killed Obanai while he was distracted then quickly turned off the lights, giving herself a cover as she fixed her own sabotage,” “That’s not true!” Mitsuri objected. “Then of course she ran away from reactor when it was in meltdown.” “(Y/n), I know this looks bad but I swear Shinobu is the evil one,” Mitsuri pleaded over the discord. “I-“ “(Y/n), we did a download in nav together at the beginning of the game. I even gave you a little kiss in front of the spaceship task. Does that sound like the work of a murderous space alien, (Y/n)” Shinobu added, interrupting (Y/n)’s train of thought. “N-no, but-“ “Love, trust me,” Shinobu practically purrs as she submits her vote, the sound tickled (Y/n)’s ears and made her become even more flustered. “(Y/n), no! Fight it! You know this isn’t right!” Mitsuri spoke passionately, submitting her vote for Shinobu. “AHHHHH I don’t know!” (Y/n) throws her arms up as the timer clicks dangerously low, she has to vote, one more kill for the imposter means game over. This was the crewmates’ last shot at victory. Then she thinks back to how the game should have ended with a double kill during the reactor meltdown. (Y/n)’s heart speeds up and she’s hit with a rush of premature euphoria. There is no way Shinobu would have messed up that double kill, not with her brutal history as an imposter! “Aha!” (Y/n) cheered, voting for Mitsuri at the very last second. She was practically bouncing in her seat she was so excited. “Nooooo!” Feed my hamster (Y/n), I forgive you!” Mitsuri cried, her voice comically fading out as her pink spaceman floated across the screen. “Isn’t this romantic, just a murderous alien and her human lover,” Shinobu’s sweet voice joyously sang. “Wait, what...? No! No fucking way!” (Y/n) cursed as the defeat message filled her screen. “You fool! I can’t believe you fell for that, idiot!” Inosuke cackled into his mic. “That was unfortunate, if it makes you feel any better I would have believed her too,” Tanjirou comforted. “I told you guys I didn’t kill anyone.” “Shut up, Tomioka,” Obanai huffed. “But, at reactor, why didn’t you do the double kill?” (Y/n) floundered, “Why drag it out? You could have ended it right there!” “And miss out on having my girlfriend and a nice spaceship all to myself? I think not,” Shinobu teased. “Aww that’s so sweet,” Mitsuri cooed. “You do realize that what you are calling ‘sweet’ is what led to you being sucked into space, right?” Obanai asked, his voice filled with more warmth than when he spoke to Giyuu. “Yes, but still.” “Enough pointless chatter! Start! Start another round!” Inosuke demanded. “If you get crewmate again you better finish your tasks, Inosuke. I know for a fact you weren’t doing them as a ghost,” Zenitsu grumbled. “Hmm hmm!” Nezuko agreed, seemingly angry. “Nezuko, are you eating another baguette right now?” Kanao asked. “Eyshureum,” Nezuko paused to swallow and spoke again more clearly, “I sure am.” “Impressive,” Kanao simply stated before going about her own business, moving her little white character in a figure eight pattern around the boxes in the lobby. “(Y/n)! Lord Inosuke commands you to start the next game!” Inosuke commands as his little cyan astronaut with a crown dances over (Y/n)’s character which stood completely still. “(Y/n)? You still there?” Mitsuri asked. “She’s probably still in shock, honestly,” Obanai scoffed, “Hey, (L/n), shake it off and get back in the game, let’s go,” “Sorry everyone, you’ll need to start a new lobby. (Y/n) and I have to go, bye!” Shinobu quickly jumped in out of nowhere. “Wh-“ Shinobu disconnected from discord and the game and pulled (Y/n) further into herself, a prideful smirk on her lips. “You are an evil genius and I totally hate you right now,” (Y/n) gasped after their lips met in a heated kiss. “Aww, don’t be bitter. Mitsuri won’t harbor any hard feelings,” Shinobu murmured, brushing her lips against (Y/n)’s as she spoke. “Besides, you know you love my sadistic side.” “Shut up, and kiss me some more before I change my mind,” (Y/n) frowned and tightened her grip on Shinobu’s shirt. “Happily,” Shinobu whispered, pushing (Y/n) back to lay across the couch. (Y/n)’s frown quickly melted away when Shinobu’s lips met hers once more.

[meliakim]

BTS Cypher 4

Min and the boys take a road trip on their day off.

*Min’s POV*

Two months into the Wings world tour, and our current destination is Santiago, Chile. Of course, getting to be with BTS and have a big part in their concerts has been awesome, but another perk to getting to be on this world tour was the fact that… well… I got to travel the world! This is my first time in South America, and though we are busy working, getting to see the landscape as we drive around is so much fun. With each stop, we usually get a day or two to sightsee, depending how long our stay is in each place.

For our day of sightseeing here, we are going to one of the national park nature reservations. It’s a couple of hours away, but the boys are letting me ride in the van with them, so they should keep me entertained and help the drive go by quickly. There were going to be a lot of windy roads, so Jimin told me to sit up front next to the driver, so that’s what I did. Jin, Jungkook, and Joon were sitting in the very back row, Jin playing his Switch, most likely with Mun, Joon reading a book, and JK sleeping in between them.

Hobi and Taehyung sat together on the second row, just messing around and doing their best to annoy Yoongi and Jimin sitting in front of them on the front row. “Why do you two always need to be talking? Just look outside and enjoy the scenery instead of bickering!” Yoongi whined at the two behind him. Jimin scooted forward in his seat and tapped me on the shoulder. “Min, since you’re sitting in the front, you can be the DJ! It’ll probably be more fun if we’re listening to music!” he said.

I nodded in agreement and pulled out my phone. The driver helped me hook it up to the van’s Bluetooth, and I began to scroll through the songs I had downloaded on my phone. I had been getting low on storage, so all I had downloaded was BTS. “Hope you guys don’t mind listening to yourselves,” I said with a laugh as I played “N.O.” To my surprise, the boys all seemed to love the fact that I was playing their music and all began to sing and rap along to it, talking about the memories associated with each song.

I felt like I was getting a behind-the-scenes look at their music as they talked and laughed about each song, singing along with it to the top of their lungs. I was sure to hit all my favorite tracks for each album, until we finally reached “Wings.” Of course, I started off by playing “Blood, Sweat, & Tears,” trying to hold myself back from singing to it as everyone else did. As I looked through the rest of the album, I decided to play “BTS Cypher 4,” as it was one of my favorite rap line songs.

“Awhhhh yeahhh!!!” all the boys screamed in the back, beginning to dance along to the familiar tune as RM began wrapping the first verse. Hearing him and J-hope rap it in real was too much for my brain to handle, I felt like I was in my own world as I listened to them… so much so to the point that when Suga’s verse 3 began, I found myself quietly rapping along to it alongside Suga himself. I literally didn’t realize what I was doing… it was as if my muscle memory was taking over.

The further we got into verse 3, my voice was unintentionally getting louder to the point where Suga stopped rapping with me altogether in verse 4. I didn’t realize he had stopped and proceeded to perfectly rap the fourth verse. When I had finished, there was a silence that filled up the back of the van, making me realize what I had just done. I slowly turned and looked back to see all but Jin and Jungkook staring at me, so I quickly turned back around and faced the front.

*Maybe they didn’t notice I was rapping* I thought to myself, feeling my face grow hot. As soon as I thought that, I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see Yoongi scooting up in his seat. “I’m sorry to interrupt but…” he said quietly. “YOU CAN RAP???” he cried with a big smile on his face, suddenly getting louder. “I CAN’T ACTUALLY RAP!!! I JUST… LOVE RAP!!!” I retorted. Jimin was now scooting up next to Yoongi.

“Min!! Why are you ashamed of your talents? That was so good!” Jimin said, careful to not brag any further about my secret abilities to sing and dance. “YOU HEARD NOTHING,” I said, turning around. I pulled my phone out and began playing “21st Century Girl,” feebly hoping that the catchy tune of it would drown out their memories of hearing me accidentally rap to “BTS Cypher 4.”

[madegeeky]

Eurovision 2021 Recommendations

The first batch are songs I have downloaded to my phone for listening to over and over again. The second batch are ones that are worth listening to and/or watching at least once, not always for good reasons.

Fav Songs (in alphabetical order; links go to playlist so you can click on the first one and then it run):

10 Years by Daði og Gagnamagnið - Goofy. Sounds a lot like last year's song; this is not a complaint.

Amnesia by ROXEN - Love this one more every time I hear it. Love the modern dance (which in general unappreciated, imo).

Dark Side by Blind Channel - If you had asked me if I liked this Linkin Park song, I would have definitely answered in the affirmative.

Ember by James Newman - This is a great song for celebrating surviving this past fucking year (even though it's technically a love song). Holy fuck did he sing poorly during live show, though (0 points, y'all).

Je Me Casse by Destiny - I cannot put into words how much I love this song and its video.

Last Dance by Stefania - The 13-year-old they had create this music video was living her very best life.

Maps by Lesley Roy - I'm incapable of not singing along with this.

Mata Hari by Efendia - If this is on while I'm in the kitchen it's impossible for me not to dance to.

The Moon is Rising by Samanta Tina - The drama of this song and the costumes in the video are just *chefs kiss*

omaga by Benny Cristoa - This is so poppy and fun and the video is just so dorky.

SHUM by Go_A - This is not my usual sort of song but I was obsessed with it as soon as I heard it.

Sugar by Natalia Gordienko - The video to this is so wonderfully weird. Mr. Geeky's fav song of all of them.

Technicolour by Montaigne - In which Australia flexes.

Voices by Tusse - One of the best singers this year. Ironically, I think he sounds way better in the video than he does on the album.

The Wrong Place by Hooverphonic - It took me a while to warm up to this. Video is so weird. Love both.

Songs worth listening to and/or watching the video of (these videos aren't on the playlist):

Birth of a New Age by Jeangu Macrooy - Best singer by far. I really like this song but it's just not one I want to listen to repeatedly.

Discoteque by The Roop - This is a really fun song and video. Again, though, just not one I want to listen to over and over again.

Fallen Angel by TIX - This is actually still on my phone. It should not be on my phone. This song is so fucking dumb. I have no excuses. I'm putting it here in the hopes it will shame me enough to delete it. Holy fuck the DRAMA in the costuming in this is glorious, though.

The Lucky One by Uku Suviste - If you told me to write the most shittily cliche thing I could not get anywhere near what this is. I beg you, go look up the lyrics while you listen to this song; I literally laughed out loud reading them.

[prorevenge]

I'm going to hell, apparently.

Let me preface this by saying I've never posted to this reddit before, so pardon me if I don't format this very well. It's a bit long, so TL;DR is at the end.

As far as names go, there's really only one, and that's "GA" for "Great Aunt," my grandmother's sister.

GA liked to fashion herself as the family historian, and went out of her way to get all of my grandmother's family photos after she passed away, as well as many of the photos from her husband's family. This is about mid 2000s, so I'm a teenager at that point. We lived about three hours away, and my GA, not the most tech savvy person, called my mom to see if I would be willing to go stay over at her house for a week so I could show her how to scan and archive photos on her brand new desktop. She was very proud of it, and assumed she could easily upload and document whatever files she needed to share with family that way-- except the woman was 60 and had the technological knowledge of a wet paper bag.

While I would be staying with her, she agreed that she would take me regularly to see my grandfather, who lived in the same town. I figured it was a pretty good deal-- free food for a week, and regular visits to the man who half-raised me as my father figure stand in. We were really close growing up, so I jumped at any chance for me to go see him. Along the way, she also tried to get me to do all sorts of other things on her "brand new computer," like set up her free trial of Microsoft Word that had come with it, get her some fancy photo editing software, etc. I told her the most important part of it would be the fact she'd need to let me install a good Antivirus software, but oddly enough, she wasn't interested in that. "I don't go on nasty sites that give you viruses," she so sagely said, referencing mostly what her middle aged but also somewhat computer illiterate son had been telling her.

Already when I get there, I'm seeing some red flags. My Great Uncle was cool, but very much acknowledged that he'd married a bit of a control freak woman-- while I didn't mind staying at his house, there were a lot of signs showing up very quickly that she expected me to work every single day for her, archiving pictures and showing her what 'cut' and 'paste' meant with files, and how to make folders separating photos. This included me spending several minutes at a time labeling full photos, and generally doing a full time data entry job for several hours a day, at 15, with no real pay other than her feeding me.

Basically, I was kind of getting shafted, because every time I would bring up going and wanting to see my grandfather for a couple of hours, she would sing-song "That's not really what we invited you over here for, is it?" But she would begrudgingly take me over for an hour or two in the afternoon, even though I hadn't gotten to really visit with him in over a year.

Now let me preface this by saying I'm from the deep South. My entire family is very religious apart from myself, but due to personal reasons, I lost faith in religion when I was relatively young. While I wasn't open about this, I only mentioned it as a personal preference for not going to Church, so I told them I would not be attending with them on Sunday as I didn't bring anything to wear with me, and would much rather get the sleep in for the several hour drive home on Monday to prepare to go back to school (we were on Winter Break at the time, so I had spent my entire last week of Winter Break helping this woman.)

She starts pressuring me about it on Thursday and Friday, but Saturday she really starts to lay it on thick. Finally, with that kind of 'I'm getting tired of this but I can't be mean because this is family' sort of laugh, I tell her I haven't been to church in over four years and I didn't plan on starting it up any time soon.

In the most offended voice, GA gets really quiet and touches my arm. "You know, your grandmother (who had died four years prior) would be so disappointed in you. How will you ever get to see her or your sister in Heaven if you keep this up? Don't you ever want to see either of them again? If you keep this up, you're going to go to Hell."

Now, I never imagined she would bring up my grandmother, HER OWN SISTER, to guilt trip me, but she had gone a step lower and brought up MY sister, who also passed away a few years prior. It was immediately like a slap in the face, and since I never expected her to literally tell me that I, personally, was throwing away any chance I ever had of seeing two of the most important people in my life that I'd lost, I reflexively started crying on the spot. She started pulling out all of the guilt tripping "apology" cards of how she was only looking out for my best interest, and that she didn't mean to make me cry, and finally, I had had enough. I had enough of this terrible woman who constantly belittled her family members for not living up to her ideals and who had spent the last week treating me like a prisoner on visitation rights with my grandfather.

And so, I waited while they were at church, got on her brand new shiny computer, and went to every single virus-infested web page I could, made sure to download at least 3 trojans on her computer, and cleared the history like it had never happened.

I didn't touch the computer when she wasn't watching while they were there, and by the time they made it back from church, I was fast asleep in their guest bed like nothing had ever happened. She had no way of knowing I was behind the reason their computer freaking out, and she blamed my uncle for going to news sites she didn't like for the viruses For the next several weeks she tried calling my mom to get a hold of me, suddenly very, VERY interested in 'whatever antivirus I had suggested to her when we were doing pictures,' but of course, I always told mom that I was far too wrapped up with doing school work. After I told mom what my aunt had said to me, she was more than willing to cover for me so I wouldn't have to talk to her anymore.

Eventually I overheard that she turned to her equally computer illiterate son, who wound up paying a 'professional' $200 to reformat the computer entirely. Shame, if I would have known they had $200 to pay to someone to do a virus wipe, I would have offered to do it. Unfortunately the 'professional' also told her that all of the photos we spent that week scanning and documenting were irreversibly lost, so she had to do it all over again without me there to hold her hand.

TLDR; Aunt used visits with my grandfather to bribe me into helping her work on her computer, made a huge stink about taking me to see my grandfather, then told me to my face that I was never going to see my dead grandmother or sister again because I was going to hell for not going to church. I proceed to infect her computer with more viruses than a $2 hooker and let her deal with the aftermath.

(source) story by (/u/xinayru)

[lysyuta]

;Truth or Dare (12)

dream (ft. lucas) halloween au

words — 2.8k

warnings — fluff (for once), KISSING!, and a lil cliffhanger at the end

summary — you and your friends love a good spook, but when you all download an app that seems take over your life, you all get a little more spook then you were hoping for this halloween.

November 1st, 4:56 pm

“Stop! I think I’m gonna go deaf.” Renjun whines. Donghyuck had been singing along to all the songs that were playing on the radio, and Renjun was tired of it.

Donghyuck just looked at Renjun before turning the radio lower, and then he proceeded to sing louder. This caused all of you to laugh, and Renjun groaned.

Donghyuck held his phone in his hand, using it as a microphone as he continued to sing along to the songs. He finally stopped after Mark had complained, saying that the boy’s singing was distracting him from driving. His exact words were, “shut up before you make me crash!”

Although the loud noises from Donghyuck had stopped, the car ride wasn’t silent. Everyone was talking with each other, including you. The mood was way different than it had been any other time you all gathered in Mark’s van.

Everyone was happy.

“Wait, guys.” Haechan starts. You look at him to see a pout forming on his face. “We didn’t get to go to the haunted toy store with the ouija board on Halloween!”

Oh right. You had completely forgotten about the plans you and your friends had made weeks before.

“It’s fine.” Mark says. “We probably wouldn’t have seen anything actually supernatural in there anyways.”

“And plus,” Jeno, who sat beside you, starts. “we spent Halloween in an abandoned church and saw way more scary stuff than we would with a ouija board.”

You agreed. “I think this was the scariest Halloween I’ve ever had.”

“Let’s do something scarier next year.” Haechan says. “We could go back to that church and see what else is there for us to mess with.” He turns around in the passenger’s seat and looks at you, trying to see your reaction.

“No way.” You respond. “We are never going back there.”

“You’re no fun.” Haechan turns back around.

Soon, the boys start talking about something else that you weren’t paying much attention to. You were looking out the window at the passing scenery. Everything felt much calmer than it did before. You were in a much better mood.

An idea suddenly popped into your head as you watched the trees pass by from the window.

“I’m so glad we got rid of that app.” Mark speaks. “Everyone looks so happy.”

You smiled to yourself before moving your hand off of your lap and taking Jeno’s hand into yours. Intertwining your fingers, you feel Jeno’s hand stiffen, causing you to look at him.

He’s staring down at your intertwined fingers before he locks eyes with you, and you feel him loosen up. You give him a small smile, which he returns, his cute eye smile showing. Why was he so cute?

Jeno squeezes your hand softly while still smiling at you, causing you to blush and turn your head towards the window so he couldn’t see.

When you turned your head away from the window, your eyes lock with Haechan’s, before he looks down at your intertwined fingers.

“Look at that,” Haechan starts. “now that we’re done with this whole demon thing, Jeno and Y/n can finally admit that they’re dating! Yay!” He exclaims.

Your eyes widen, and you’re almost sure Jeno’s did too.

“I—we’re not—“ You stuttered.

“You guys are dating? Really?” Chenle asks, curiously.

“I knew it!” Jisung admits.

Everyone kept commenting, assuming that the two of you were dating.

“Guys! We’re not dating!” You try to tell them.

Jaemin speaks. “Y/n, you two are literally holding hands right now.”

“What’s wrong with that?” You ask. “Friends can hold each other’s hands and not be dating!”

“Okay, but we know you two like each other.” Haechan comments, causing your face to heat up.

“He’s got a point.” Jeno responds, looking at you.

You look at him, narrowing your eyes. “You’re not helping!” You tell him, pulling your hand away and hitting his chest lightly. He just chuckles before taking your hand back into his, pulling both of your hands closer to him.

It almost felt as if the car ride going back home was shorter than the car ride coming. Maybe it was because you were in a better mood this time?

You all got back to your neighborhood at about 9, almost 10 pm.

“You’re back!” Your mother greets you and your brother, followed by your father. The two of you quickly greet your parents, just as the other boys walk inside of your house.

Mark dropped you and Jisung home first, and all of the boys decided to come in and say hello to your parents.

Your parents had just thanked Mark for getting you all back safely, when Haechan commented “I want to sleep over tonight.”

Everyone looked at him, just as another voice spoke.

“Me too. I’m so tired.” Said Renjun.

“Me too. We should have a sleepover!” Chenle says.

“Ooh! Can I come?” Jisung asks. Everyone looked at him, laughing.

“Jisung, you literally live here.”

After a moment of trying to decide, one of your parents finally spoke up.

“I don’t see a problem with everyone staying over for the night. You guys are probably tired, huh? Honey, what do you think?” Your mother asks, looking at your father.

“It’s fine with me.” He says, and everyone smiles, ready to go back to the van and go get their stuff. “But,” He starts, causing everyone to look at him. “I want all the boys in one room and all the girls in the other room.”

“But dad, I’m the only girl.” You point out, to which your father just shrugs.

“Okay. And?”

“Don’t mind him.” Your mother speaks. “There’s eight of you, so just have four people in one room and four in the other room. Don’t worry about gender.”

“But—“ your dad started, stopping himself once your mother gave him the death glare. “Fine.”

November 1st, 10:57 pm

Although you all were tired, you decided to have a movie marathon.

Halfway through the first movie, both Jisung and Chenle decided that they’d rather play video games than watch movies, so they went upstairs to Jisung’s room for the night.

At the end of the second movie, Haechan said he was tired and went upstairs to your room. At the middle of the third movie, Mark (who was already halfway asleep) decided to call in for the night and go to your room.

So that left you, Renjun, Jeno and Jaemin.

You sat on the couch, Jeno next to you as Renjun and Jaemin sat on the floor. You had your head rested on Jeno’s shoulder and your fingers were intertwined, laid on his lap. You guys were at the end of the third movie, and when the credits began rolling on the screen, you decided to go to the kitchen to get water.

When you stood up, Jeno almost didn’t let your hand go, but he did once you gave him a smile.

You grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and began drinking it. While you drank, a familiar figure entered the kitchen, standing in the doorway.

“You weirdo.” You say. “Are you just gonna stand there and stare?” You asked before taking another sip of water.

“I’m staring because you’re cute.”

“Cute? I’m just drinking water.”

“Well, you’re drinking water cutely.”

You feel your cheeks heat up and you placed your water bottle down on the counter. The boy walks closer to you.

“You look so happy.” He smiles at you.

“I am.”

“Good. I haven’t seen you in a good mood in a while.”

“We don’t have anything to worry about anymore. Everything’s okay again.” You tell him.

There was a few seconds of silence between the two of you, just looking into each other’s eyes, before he spoke.

“Does that mean…” the boy trails off. His face was just a few inches away from yours.

“Does that mean what, Lee Jeno?” You ask, bringing your bottom lip in between your teeth. Although you didn’t know what his exact words would be next, you already knew what he meant.

It got silent between you again, but it was a comfortable silence. You could tell Jeno was shy to speak.

“Is Lee Jeno being shy?” You teased, a smile coming to your face as you picked up the water bottle that was on the counter. You pressed the cold bottle against his cheek, causing him to flinch and you giggled before trying to go past him to put it back into the fridge.

You couldn’t even make it back to the fridge, because Jeno grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him.

Before you could even process it, his lips were pressed against yours. You immediately fell into the kiss, already obsessed with how soft his lips were.

This kiss was like a symbol of your freedom coming back to you. You could do whatever you wanted now, without worrying and being in constant danger. You were free, and so were your friends.

When Jeno pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours, giving you a smile that you happily returned.

“Y/n, do you want to be my girlfriend?” He asks, one hand on your shoulder while his other hand held yours. You set your water bottle back on the counter before responding.

“Kiss me again and maybe I’ll say yes.” You smiled.

Without hesitation, Jeno plants his lips on yours again, and you smile into the kiss. His hand that was on your shoulder slides up to rest on your cheek. Before the kiss could go any further than a peck, the two of you hear someone gag, and you break apart.

“People eat in this kitchen, you know.” Jaemin says, walking into the room. “I’m happy for you both, but please get a room.”

You and Jeno just laugh before he speaks.

“Jaemin, are you going to bed soon?”

Jaemin shakes his head, and Jeno speaks again, this time looking at you.

“I’m gonna stay up with Jaemin.” He tells you, his hand still on your cheek. “I’ll go to bed whenever he decides to.”

“Okay.” You nod. “I’m gonna go to bed now. I’m so tired.”

“Alright. Goodnight.” Jeno says before pressing another kiss against your lips, pulling away before Jaemin could comment on it. “See you tomorrow.”

“Bye. Goodnight guys.” And with that, you made your way upstairs to your room.

The door to your room wasn’t closed, but it was cracked just a little bit. You opened the door, expecting to see Haechan and Mark sleeping, or even just laying down.  

What you didn’t expect to see was both boys sitting on the edge of your bed beside each other, lips against each other’s. And you’re pretty sure Haechan’s tongue is down Mark’s throat.

Your eyes widened as you took in the sight in front of you. They hadn’t even heard you come in, too busy sucking each other’s faces off.

“Are you two serious? On my bed?” You asked, causing them to jump and quickly break away from each other, looking at you. Both of their eyes widened and jaws dropped as they saw you. “What the hell is going on?”

Neither of them answered you. They both just looked at each other, and then back at you, still shocked that you had caught them.

You put your hand over your mouth, gasping before speaking. “Are you two dating?!”

Haechan quickly stood up and closed the door behind you, clearly not wanting anyone else to hear. “Jeez,” He says, looking at you. “Could you be any louder?” He asks sarcastically.

“I can, actually.” You say, countering his sarcasm before opening your mouth as if you were about to scream out what they had previously been doing.

Haechan’s eyes widen again before he puts his hand over your mouth, shushing you.

You pushed his hand away before looking back and forth between the two boys. “Do you guys have anything to tell me?”

“I—we—um—“ Mark stutters, not able to get his sentences out properly.

“How did this even happen?” You question, trying to properly understand the situation. Had they been seeing each other without telling you, or your friends? Since when did Mark like boys?

“Mark confessed that he had a huge crush on me. He was saying that he couldn’t imagine living without me and all that cheesy stuff. What was I supposed to do? Say no?” Your best friend explained, shrugging his shoulders as if it was no big deal.

“You’re being dramatic. That’s not how it went.” Mark rolls his eyes at the boy. “I recall you being too shy to confess that you liked me, so I just decided to do it first.”

Haechan? Shy? Shocking.

You were still kind of confused about the situation. “W-when did this—I—you guys—” You stuttered. “You guys have a lot of explaining to do.”

“Can we explain in the morning? It’s late and I’m tired.” Haechan sighs, pouting.

“You weren’t tired just now when you—“ you stopped your sentence when the door opened, not wanting whoever was coming in to know what you guys were talking about.

Renjun walks in and everyone’s eyes are on him. He looks back at you all, confused. “Why are you looking at me like that?” He asks. “What are you guys talking about?”

“Noth—“ Mark was cut off by Haechan speaking over him.

“Y/n was just telling us about how much she likes Jeno.” Haechan lies, pretending to gag at the end of his sentence.

“Gross.” Renjun comments, walking over to the blankets and pillows that had been set on the floor for them to sleep on. “I left downstairs because Jeno kept telling us about how much he likes y/n. Please don’t make me suffer in here too.”

You giggled, smiling at the thought of Jeno. “He was talking about me? Really?” Your eyes light up.

“Yes.” The boy sighs. “It was disgusting.”

“Aww.” You coo. “He’s so adorable, isn’t he?” You asked. “Have you seen his smile? It’s so pretty! He’s literally perf—“ Your sentence was cut off by a pillow being thrown at you. You attempted to catch it before it could hit you, but you were too slow, and the pillow hit you right in the face.

“Hey!” You grab the pillow and frown, looking at Renjun.

“Sorry.” He says, but he doesn’t really look sorry.

“How about we go to sleep now? It’s been a long week.” Mark suggests. You had almost forgotten about the scene you had caught him and Haechan in until he spoke.

But you still agreed, deciding that it was a good time to finally go to bed.

You laid down in your bed, Haechan getting in beside you, and Mark and Renjun got comfortable in their makeshift bed on the floor.

“Goodnight guys.” You tell them, pulling the blanket over you and your friend. Everyone said goodnight, and soon enough, minutes had passed.

And you still weren’t asleep. You weren’t sure if any of the others were asleep yet either.

You turn to your side, looking at Haechan, who was still awake and just staring up at the ceiling. He looks at you once he notices you staring.

“Go to sleep, y/n.” He says before you can even say anything.

“I can’t.” You admit. “I can’t stop thinking about Jeno. Can you believe he kissed me?” You asked, a smile coming to your face as you spoke about your new boyfriend.

“Y/n, oh my god.” You hear Mark.

“I think I’m gonna throw up.” Renjun comments.

You still continued to speak. “His lips are so soft. They were like really soft pillows. It was so good! I—“ and suddenly, you were met with three pillows flying at you.

“Guys!” You exclaim, sitting up and looking at the three boys.

“Please go to sleep. I can’t take this anymore.” Renjun groans, and the other boys agree with him.

“Fine.” You give in.

“I’m not giving these pillows back though.”

November 2nd, 3:31 am

You gasped softly as your eyes shot open. You woke up in a cold sweat, feeling out of breath, but you didn’t know why.

You sat up, glancing at the boy beside you. Haechan was still asleep, his back turned to you. He had a pillow in his arms, holding it tightly as he softly snored.  

You looked at Mark and Renjun. They were still asleep also.

Suddenly, you remembered why you had woken up so abruptly and out of breath. You had a nightmare.

You don’t remember much of it, but you knew that it had one of your friends in it. A friend that you weren’t that close to, but you would still consider him a friend.

Lucas.

You weren’t sure what he had been doing in your nightmare, but you remember both you and him running towards a door, away from something. Before you had woken up, you had made it to the door, going to the other side and waiting for Lucas to do the same. But before Lucas could pass through the door, it closed. You had gotten away from whatever you both were running from, but he didn’t.

Then you remembered something else.

Lucas and Jungwoo still had the truth or dare app.

[yibohei]

fresh guardian of asgard chapter 3

loki x f!reader

thor x f!reader (platonic)

chapter 3:

Song: September by Earth Wind Fire

a/n: reader and loki go to midgard!! this is literally a slow burn crackfic, don’t expect too much.

“ugh, this place is too overcrowd and disgusting. midgard needs a new plague.” loki scoffed as you two were walking through times square.

as promised on jotunheim, loki had to buy you a new ipod because he smashed it out of anger and you almost killed him.

“you look rather dashing your highness, although it may be a little too hot to wear it right now.” you complimented loki.

the god of mischief was wearing an all black suit and tie, which looked pretty expensive. his short shoulder length hair was slicked back. you noticed a few ladies eying him.

loki smirked and looked at your outfit. “well, you look rather presentable yourself.”

you were wearing a cute yellow sundress that showed a bit of cleavage. it was matching with brown wedge heels. your hair was up in a cute messy braid to the side.

“you know, ipod’s aren’t cheap loks.” you said, putting your hands behind your head while walking.

“i’m loaded sweetie.” he grinned.

“in asgard. do you have american dollars here in midgard? yeah i thought so mr. prince.” you sighed back.

loki looked around. “so where do we look?”

you spotted someone in an expensive mercedes benz, parked on the side.

“we can ask this guy.” you pointed. “he seems rich enough to know good places to buy music players.”

as you two walked towards the car, you saw a man with sunglasses and a goatee; with an expensive suit and tie. he seemed to be talking to someone on his phone.

you paused. then proceeded to knock on the window of the car.

“excuse me sir? can you help us for a bit?” you asked.

the man glanced and you and rolled down the window. “sorry babe, i’m not taking any autographs or photographs right now.” he said.

“we’re not asking for that you fool. where can we buy the best portable music player around here?” loki scoffed.

the man blinked. “uh the apple store just down there.” he pointed.

“thanks man! sorry for interrupting what ever you were doing.” you apologized, dragging loki and walking to the store where the man pointed.

the man tilted his head. “do you guys not know who i am?” he shouted out.

you whipped your head back and gave a sheepish grin, while loki rolled his eyes.

“no, we’re not from here!” you yelled back.

you left the man with wide eyes as you caught up to loki, who almost got hit by a taxicab because road rules simply did not exist in asgard.

“loks! you’re really gonna get yourself killed! don’t just walk across the street like that!” you huffed, pulling him off the road.

he rolled his eyes. “i’m a god the last time i checked.”

“you’re just basically a human with an extended lifeline.” you said back.

“do NOT call me a midgardian. i don’t know why you like them so much.” you growled.

“their music is way better than on assguard. besides, they’re very fun to dance to. maybe you should get an ipod. i’ll put good songs in them.” you suggested, as you two walked into the store.

“asgardian music is peak culture. you’re just an uncultured swine.” he debated back.

your turned around and raised an eyebrow. “EXCUSE me?”

“hi there! welcome to chili’s- i mean the apple store!” a store clerk interrupted, stopping the debate.

“hi!” you said, mood changing. “i would like purchase two portable ipods, the latest model please!”

“absolutely ma’am!” the man said. he ran off to the back storage to find two ipods.

loki squinted at you. “i don’t need an ipod y/n.)”

you grinned at him. “come on! i’ll download some songs i think you’ll like! you need to cheer up loks, the only thing that brings a smile to your face is the pranks you play.”

“you being stupid also brings a smile on my face.” he chuckled.

“if anything, YOU’RE the uncultured swine here.” you grumbled.

“hey-“

“here you are! two new generation ipods!” the store clerk exclaimed, holding the boxes.

“if you don’t mind, i would like to buy songs right now.” you smiled.

“of course! come this way.” the man said, leading you two to the desktop.

“(y/n)... we’re wasting time here. we’re only here to buy you a new ipod, not to buy me one and download songs!” loki groaned as he walked behind you.

“you smashed it, meaning the songs are gone too loks. if you haven’t done such a murder, you wouldn’t be here blowing all your money on me.” you countered.

“murder? my gods, that is not a living thing!” he exclaimed.

you ignored him, and for the past hour you were busy downloading music into the new ipods. loki got so frustrated that he started drawing dicks in the macbook notes apps.

~an hour later~

exiting the apple store, loki sighed with relief. you two proceeded to walk on the road.

“let’s go back to asgard, this place reeks with midgardian sweat.” he complained, shoving his hands in pockets.

“but you don’t complain about thor’s stench, especially after him training?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“try being his brother for 1500 years and come back to me when you get used to his disgusting and revolting stench.” loki sighed.

you snickered. “if it’s that bad, your sense of smell had to be destroyed.”

“again, let me remind you that i’m a god (y/n).”

“you know i can kill you if i wanted to right? you’re just a midgardian with an extended lifeline.”

“I AM NOT MIDGARDIAN-“ he was interrupted because a car rammed into him, sending the god of mischief flying in the air and crashing on the middle of the road.

everyone around you gasped, running towards loki who was lying on the ground. the driver jumped out of his car and ran to check if the person he hit was still alive. you just stood there, sighing. you walked towards the god and extended an arm.

“let’s go loki.” you said.

the god groaned and sighed. he got up by himself and dusted himself off, much to everyone’s surprise.

“whoever sent me flying is going to feel my wrath!” he yelled, glaring at the people around him. he was absolutely livid.

you yanked his arm and yelled out in the air. “heimdall! take us back!”

soon a bright light of multiple colours crashed down, taking you both back to asgard.

when you reached back, you noticed thor was waiting for both of you at the bridge.

“brother! (y/n)! did you bring me back an ipod?” he boomed. he walked to the both of you.

loki glared at you. “you said that ipod was for me!”

you scoffed. “you said you didn’t want one, so might as well give it to thor.” you shrugged.

loki snatched the box and opened it, proceeding to put the ear buds in. “gimme that.” he snarled.

he curiously pressed play and you and thor anxiously looked for his reaction.

the god of mischief started tapping his foot, much to your shock, then proceeded to nod his head to the beat. he started to hum along for a minute. thor smiled at sight.

Do you remember the 21st night of September?

Love was changing the minds of pretenders

While chasing the clouds away

Our hearts were ringing

In the key that our souls were singing

As we danced in the night

Remember how the stars stole the night away

Hey hey hey

Ba de ya, say do you remember

Ba de ya, dancing in September

Ba de ya, never was a cloudy day

“not bad for midgard music.” he said.

heimdall smiled. you raised your eyebrows.

“what song are you listening to?” you asked.

loki glanced at the screen. “it’s says september.”

you beamed. “a classic! earth wind and fire! i’m glad you like something from midgard!”

thor scrunched up his eyebrows. you turned and looked at him.

“what’s the matter?” you asked.

he frowned. then he said, “but it’s june.”

taglist: @illogicalfangirl

[sturlsons]

french in 1.5 years anon

Kinda random but I just found out that I’ll be required to be intermediate/advanced in French by the next 1.5 years; ALL I KNOW IS THAT MEIRDE IS A BAD BAD WORD! Idk if you’re a native speaker but I was wondering if you could provide me of any good French language resources (or language in general since I’ll be needing to learn Arabic soon as well), and like tips for language learning and how to go about it? Sorry to bother you haha this is MY stress but I appreciate any help! Have a great day!

HEY. so i really fucking dropped the ball on this one, i’m sorry. 2019 has been one health fiasco after another (or more like the same fiasco again and again) and i kept telling myself i want to sit down and make a proper post for this, until i realised that that’s just never going to happen given the way things are rn. and i’d rather give you a quickly-written post which is actually helpful than never write that perfect bullet-pointed one. 

first of all, i’ve been in your EXACT position (so no, i’m not a native speaker) except i had about...six months to go from je m’appelle teesta to voyez-vous, le problème qui se cache derrière tout ça n’est pas le manque de respect mais la personne dont il s’agit or whatever. i was like, i can so do this. (spoiler: i didn’t, because i was 18 and overconfident and stupid and didn’t actually know how to learn a language.) GOOD NEWS: having learned 3 more foreign languages since then, i am now REALLY GOOD at learning languages REALLY FAST. 1.5 years is a good amount of time, so don’t stress.

i’m going to go generic on this, with some extra tips about french since i speak it, unlike arabic. 

first thing, that typical thing everyone hates to hear but knows is coming from the mouth of an accomplished person (pat on my back) in any field whatsoever: you’re going to have to work really hard and practice like fuck. 

there’s just nothing else that can replace it. i’ve filled up notebooks and notebooks with japanese verb conjugations, once i did like 1800 of them in one sitting. but you better believe that a bitch will never forget those now. resign yourself to putting in at least three hours of your day to this until you get to the level you need. (and three hours is...kind. at my peak i was literally reading through french dictionaries at the library, 10 AM - 8 PM. i treated it like a workday.)

now, what you need to establish is: are you a hands-on learner or a digital one. 

i don’t really care for all the auditory learner and visual learner stuff, i don’t know about anyone else but i personally used those as excuses to avoid certain exercises. unless you have actual disabilities preventing you from accessing certain methods of learning, you can train yourself into anything. it’s a matter of practice. i could barely understand a new song without reading its lyrics first, now i eat up podcasts. 

SO. the question here is different. a hands-on learner, like i used to be more or less throughout my bachelor’s, is someone who absolutely cannot retain information unless they’ve written it down BY HAND at least once. pen and paper. (i’m still like this but i’ve learned to combine it with digital methods to go faster.) if this isn’t a hurdle for you, congratulations. your process is going to go that much faster, at least for french. (you’ll have to spend hours practicing your written arabic however, if you’re not familiar with the script.) 

now, if you’re a hands-on learner, you need to add an extra hour to your daily time. no matter how fast you write, you will take that time. and you cannot shorthand your way into languages. you need to understand how french is spelt, what accents it uses, that they put a space before exclamation points, question marks, and semicolons. (side tip: learn the IPA. it will be useful to you forever in language learning, at least for the romance languages.) i’m not gonna teach you how to make notes since i’ve never benefitted from copying someone else’s style, so if you don’t have a set method start establishing that. you need regularity and rhythm when you learn a language. my grammar notes look the same regardless of the language. i don’t have my french ones since it’s been years and i didn’t take good ones then anyway, but here’s my japanese and russian stuff. 

JAPANESE NOTES // RUSSIAN NOTES

now, it bears mentioning that these notes are NOT the notes i take when i don’t know shit. these are final level notes. they’re brief, idiosyncratic, and only reminders. something to refer to when i’m revising and suddenly forget a rule. the first notes i make are much more elaborate, whether they’re pretty or not. i’ve gradually lost the fucks i had about really going ham on academics so my russian notes are very messy, but my japanese ones from back in the day are magnificent. here’s a look. during lesson one i realised that japanese and my mother tongue, gujarati, are syntaxically similar as shit, and i started taking notes with references in gujarati. it sped up my learning process 2x while my french classmates were still going “BUT WHY IS IT LIKE THAT”. 

PRACTICAL GRAMMAR // THEORETICAL GRAMMAR

if you plan to learn more languages in the future, this will be so valuable. sometimes a phrase i learn in russian doesn’t make sense in its french explanation, but a phrase in english might use the same logic. bam, put down the translation in english then. you get what i’m saying? the more languages you learn, the easier it gets to learn languages. 

now if you’re a digital learner, i’ve got great news for you. duolingo and anki are your best friends. duolingo’s memed to hell and has a system that might not work for everyone, but they’ll do the brunt work of compiling grammar notes for you in the beginnings/ends of their lessons. note those down and transform them into anki flashcards, and you can learn grammar concepts without doing 20 exercises. (do those exercises if you can, though, nothing beats mindless practice.) now anki is an intimidating-looking but actually super intuitive app that basically builds digital flashcards for you and shows them to you in a rhythm based on your own learning speed. it’ll show you the front of a card, let’s say merde. you say the english translation out loud, shit, and hit enter. correct! was that easy? anki’ll show it to you in 10 minutes. hard? it’ll show you in 1 minute. super easy? merde won’t come up again until tomorrow. eventually you get so good at it that you can bury a card for 2 months. anki will also show you the same cards reversed, which is harder but trains you better. you’ll see shit and have to remember what it’s called in french, which is more difficult than you’d think it is. 

you can use anki for more than just vocab, like i mentioned. it’s a little tricky learning to convert grammar concepts into front/back flashcards, but you can do it. for example, here’s a sample of one of my russian grammar cards: 

front ^^

back once i hit enter^^

see? not that difficult. now don’t be an idiot like me who manually entered every single flashcard into anki. you can find pre-made packages online (but you can’t guarantee they’ll be correct) or you can make your own without killing your fingers. what you wanna do is open up a spreadsheet and make two columns, A for front of the card and B for back. it’ll look like this:

then you’re gonna save that spreadsheet as a .CVS (comma separated values) and import that into anki. bam, your flashcards are made for you with half the effort. there’s also a script floating around somewhere to make excel translate words automatically for you, but i don’t recommend that unless they’re really easy words. google translate can fuck up. reverso is your friend. 

you need to review your anki cards every day. it’ll take less and less time as you go along. i can review 300 russian cards in 15 minutes now. but you need to keep the rhythm going. download ankiapp and sync your cards, review them on commutes or in the hallway or whatever. trust me, it’s magic. 

apart from this, if a traditional textbook helps, go for that. i’ve always used textbooks and workbooks, more as supports than as principal methods, but it does help. it’s structured and organised and these people know how to train you. bescherelle is a good go-to for french. 

media is always a great way of immersion too, until you get to the country itself. it’ll show you how french people speak french. when i first came to france i didn’t have that experience and even though i spoke an arguably decent amount of french when i got here, it was like, if this is french then what the fuck was i learning in high school. if you like watching movies this is your chance. watch the classics first so that you can get an idea of french pop culture. amélie (though the pop culture aspect here is about shitting on it) and les intouchables, for starters. watch your favourite films, first subbed, then subbed and dubbed, then just dubbed. i watched all ten seasons of friends with french subs, it was wild. with music you want to start off with some indie-ish singers since they will universally sing softer and slower, making things easier to understand than idk, la tribu de dana. (if you’re into bts there’s a hilarious video of their baepsae choreo set to la tribu de dana.) anyway - angèle, cœur de pirate, céline dion, fréro delavega, uhhh that fucking french sufjan stevens. what’s his name. VIANNEY. don’t fucking listen to biglo and oli or like, fatal bazooka right away. you will not understand shit. i barely understand it. white people are wild. ooh listen to stromae. orelsan too, he’s a rapper but he has a relatively clean diction imo. he also sang the french opening for OPM. they call him orelsan-san in japan.

last but not the least: if you have the opportunity to interact in french with people, DO IT. native speakers will do their best to help you and be kind about it. people who learned french might sometimes be assholes from experience. it’s a whole superiority complex thing, and very hypocritical. anyway - online or IRL, wherever you can practice your french, do it. it’ll be immensely helpful. there’s nothing like the frustration of not being able to express simple things to get you motivated to get better. do your best to immerse yourself - changing the language on your devices can make a difference too. 

i think that’s all i have and again, i’m sorry for taking this long to finally deliver, thanks for your patience! if you have any specific questions don’t hesitate to hit me up, on anon or not. 

good luck - it’s not going to be the easiest but nothing is as gratifying as beginning to understand the workings of a language. you’re gonna love it!

[swiftsideserpents]

🇦🇺 #repTourPerth 🇦🇺

Hi Taylor, flashback to when Love Story dropped, that’s the first time I heard from you, the first time I got fascinated by your story, the first time I got so amazed by your songwriting skills. From then onwards, I started digging your older songs, downloading and listening to them all. I met a couple of Swifties way back in freshman year in high school and we were BFFs (here’s to Sherina, Rochelle, Cheradie and Angelica) (up until this day). I remembered those school days during recess and lunch breaks, we’d literally listen and sing along to your songs including love story, YBWM, Fearless, White Horse, Mine, Mean, Story of Us, etc. We have never been to any of your shows at all.

After graduating high school, we’re still friends and kept in touch, however, I had to move to Australia from Philippines and we sort of parted ways. I’ve already graduated from college and now working full time and you and your music just stuck with me all throughout my high school, college and now as a full time working adult. And I guess, you always will have a place in my heart. Thanks for sticking with me throughout my journey and please know I’ve never left your side no matter what.

Finally after such a long ride and so many battles, I’m finally seeing you live in Perth. I feel so blessed to be able to save up and afford to see you perform. I’m dedicating this to my Swiftie friends back in the Philippines and hoping someday we’ll get to see each other again and finally see you perform all together! Here’s to my real friends including you Taylor! I can’t wait to have the time of my life, I’ve literally waited for this day to happen!!

See you soon @taylorswift @taylornation 💖💖💖

P.S. please wait for my Melbourne and Sydney tour outfits and open letter soon 🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺

Love lots,

Syril or Sy (pronounced as “PSY” as in “Psychology” or “SCI” in “SCIENCE”)

[choiotteryoungjae]

I Just Know

Youngjae x Reader

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You woke up Friday morning with tons of energy because usually that’s your cleaning day, and you love cleaning. Youngjae was already out of the house when you woke up, he had practice early that morning and you don’t mind it one bit because he’ll only get in the way and distract you. 

After changing your clothes, you got to work. First putting on music then went for the broom because honestly, you didn’t feel like lugging a vacuum cleaner around. You began sweeping while singing along to the song that was playing. About 10 mins in your phone rang, disrupting the music, placing the broom to the side you went to see who was disturbing your lovely singing. 

It was Youngjae, so you answered quickly

“Good Morning my sunshine!” you sang into the phone

“Good Morning beautiful, how are you doing?” Youngjae asked with a little worry in his voice

“I’m doing great, why, what’s wrong?” now you’re worried

“Haha, it’s nothing, once you’re great it’s nothing,” he said with a relief of breath

“Are you sure? Or are you not okay?” you asked

“Babe, I’m fine, I’m great honestly because you’re great,” he reassured you, he was telling the truth, you could hear it in his voice

“Okay, I believe you, had me worry for a minute.”

“All is fine, and I’m guessing you started your cleaning, but I don’t hear the music.”

“Yes, I have started and I was playing music from my phone this time.”

“So I’m disturbing you, I’m so sorry. I’m not even home and I’m still getting in the way” Youngjae laughed

“Yes, you are so shoo!”

“I’m going I’m going, call you later babe, love you!”

“Love you too, bye” you sent Jae a kiss through the phone which he returned then hung up so back to cleaning it was for you.

After about 40 minutes you were finished sweeping, then you mopped which took another 40 minutes and after that, you moved onto changing the bed sheets. You took them off and placed them in the watching machine one time to be washed. Going to the cupboard where you kept the bedspreads, you took out a clean one along with pillowcases. It was red and it’s been a while since you’ve used this one so you said why not. 

Before putting on the bedspread you usually flip the mattress and Youngjae helps you with that because it’s like crazy heavy, so now you’re here thinking of a way how to do it without him. 

As you were about to attempt to lift it there was a knock at the door.

“Coming!” you shouted making your way there

You peeped through the hole and saw it was Jae. You weren’t expecting to see him home so soon. Cause it was honestly still morning and he wasn’t supposed to be back till evening.

“Well hello, there beautiful.” Youngjae greeted when you opened the door with a huge smile. Both his hands were occupied with grocery bags, which is weird because you guys went to the store Tuesday.

“Uh, Jae babe, you’re being weird, is everything okay?” you were honestly confused

“Help me with this bag please,” he said giving me the lightest one then made his way to the kitchen. He still didn’t answer me

I followed close behind him after shutting the door. When I reached the kitchen I saw him unpacking the stuff while humming and smiling. ‘Is something going on that I don’t know about’ you thought to yourself

I just watched him, trying to figure out what, but nothing came and as you were about to ask again he spoke first

“I’m guessing you haven’t flipped the mattress yet?” he asked and you shook your head no so he made his way to the bedroom, and you followed close behind again. He went into position to flip it and you followed suit but he stopped you “No don’t, I got this. I don’t you to put a strain on yourself.” he said with concern

“I usually help you so I think I’ll be fine,” you reassured him going back into position but he stopped you again

“No baby, trust me I got this. How about you unpack my bag and put the stuff in my studio for me please, it’s easier.” 

“Sure.” you nodded your head and left to get his bag and went to his studio. “He is definitely being weird,” you said unzipping his bag, then out of nowhere a sharp pain hit you in your stomach and you automatically knew what that pain meant, so you rushed to the bathroom because that’s where you kept your pads and you don’t wanna ruin your nice underwear.

When you got there, you decide to take a shower one time, because you’ve been cleaning, so you stripped off your clothes and hopped in the shower.

After your shower you stepped out wrapping a dark towel around you and went to the cupboard to get them and guess what happened when you looked, none were there. You gave out a huge sigh then shouted for Jae

“YOUNGJAE!” he shouted back with a ‘coming’

You heard his knock on the door and when you opened it he was standing there with what you need, pads, underwear and clothes. 

“How?” you asked bewildered taking the things from his hands

“I just know babe, also I downloaded this app to keep track of your period,” he said with the sweetest otter smile ever and you didn’t think it was possible to fall in love with him again

“Jae....” you literally felt like you could cry

“Go, baby.” Youngjae shooed you and you replied with a ‘right’ then closed back the door

So now everything makes sense, his behaviour, him being home early, everything. He truly was the sweetest, it felt like you didn't deserve him. There was another knock

“Yes please” you answered

“When you’re finished we can cuddle and watch a movie, I’ve finished fixed the bed so you don’t have to worry and I’ll deal with the laundry.”

You sighed

“I love you Youngjae.” 

“And I love you y/n.”

[dibblesbenson]

Dear @taylorswift ,

My name is Autumn. I’ve been a Swiftie since 2006, after hearing a girl on my bus belting out “Teardrops On My Guitar”. She was a terrible singer, but I fell in love with the lyrics that she was singing. As soon as I got home, I searched it on iTunes and downloaded it. Then, I listened to your other songs and downloaded all of them. I fell in love with your music. I was in middle school then. Since 2006, I have graduated high school and college. I fell in and out of love. I gained and lost friends. And your music was with me through every step of my life. I remember crying to Invisible, when my crush in high school didn’t like me back. I remember screaming along to You Belong With Me when the same boy got a new girlfriend. I remember doing the same exact thing in college, when my crush had a girlfriend. I remember blasting Mean, whenever I was bullied. I remember blasting Shake it Off and annoying everyone I met. I remember literally acting the Blank Space video in public spaces. I fell in love with reputation. At the time, I was in a relationship and related to the love songs on that album. But then when I was no longer in the relationship, I would listen to RED and Speak Now. Wherever I went, I quickly became as the girl who loves Taylor Swift. Your music has gotten me through so many hard times. But your music has also been the greatest times in my life.

Since then, I have been to 11 of your concerts (1 Fearless, 2 Speak Now, 3 RED, 3 1989, and 2 reputation and wish I could’ve gone to even more) Your tours are some of the greatest and most magical nights of my life. I have loved spending my time with you. Screaming, singing and crying as you killed it on stage. During the reputation tour, my dad surprised me with front row tickets. After This is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things, you mouthed “I love you” to the crowd and I started bawling.

Someday I wish I can thank you for everything. You are literally the older sister that I never had. Some people call their sisters to tell them advice or encouragement. I just went into my room and turned on your music. Your music was that advice and encouragement. You taught me how to change the world and stand up for what you believe in. Because of this, I became a teacher. So, I could change the world for people who can’t speak now and speak up for themselves. Someday, I wish I can hug you and tell you I love you in person. I love you so much xoxo

Your friend,

Autumn

@taylorswift @taylornation

[lozenger8]

an empty space you left behind

Inspired by this gifset and written for @dylantyler. Title from ‘Missing U’ by Robyn, because it’s a great song and ‘strumming my pain with his fingers’ was somehow even less subtle.

On Tuesday, Stiles launches from the side of the screen to the center with a guitar neck clutched firmly in his hand and a manic grin planted firmly on his face. 

“What did you do?”

“It was sitting there all innocent and lonely at the pawn shop, Scotty. It cost me like five shifts’ worth, if that. I spent more on that jacket last month. Listen. I already know some songs.”

That jacket? Scott has fond memories of Stiles modeling it for him. It hugged his wide shoulders, making them seem even wider, and accentuated the slimness of his waist. It’s a very attractive jacket. Scott likes it very much. Scott sits through two excruciating renditions of Three Little Birds and Hound Dog, heart thumping louder than usual - loud enough he worries Stiles could hear it - as he watches Stiles’ tongue, peeking out the side of his mouth. 

Oh. This is Not Great.

“Good try!” Scott says, because he doesn’t like to lie to Stiles and he cannot praise the actual playing. “Keep at it.”

Stiles beams at him. There’s no way he can’t tell Scott’s being diplomatic, but at the same time, he doesn’t seem to care he’s nowhere near a Hendrix. 

“I’m gonna!”

*

On a Saturday weeks later, the guitar is on the bed as Stiles is chatting to Scott about blood spatter patterns, and Scott can’t stop his eyes from wandering to it. Stiles catches him after one gruesome retelling of the blood spatter from a women whose wife had used an electric drill post-mortem. He squints, glances from the bed back to Scott.

“You wanna hear my progress?”

“Anything other than the continued adventures of Denise the Dentist, yeah, dude,” Scott says, wincing. 

Scott rolls his shoulders and sucks in a few deep breaths as he watches Stiles reach over and grab the guitar in an ungainly sprawl. Stiles’ shirt rides up and Scott resolutely refuses to stare at the strip of skin above his boxers and the hem of his shirt. The pale skin with two, no, three moles. The treasure trail that used to make Scott jealous.

He fails. 

“I know nine chords,” Stiles says, holding the guitar with a far more natural position than the last time. “I can play them with more than thirty seconds between each change.”

“You sound like you’ve actually been practicing.”

“I have. Every day. Who knew I could attain a talent?”

“You already had plenty of talents,” Scott counters.

“Yeah,” Stiles scoffs, “That were already inherent in me being me. A loud mouth, insatiable curiosity, and ability to piss off all minority and majority groups. Talents, sure, but nothing I learned.”

Scott frowns a deliberate frown. “You don’t really think that’s true, do you?”

“No, of course not,” Stiles says, scrabbling for a pick on his desk, gesturing wildly when he successfully lifts it. He mutters the next part, but Scott still hears it. “I know it is.”

Stiles plays him ‘I Want to Hold Your Hand’, and it isn’t what Scott would call capable or even intermediate playing, but Stiles even sings along and seems really into it, so Scott can’t help but be thoroughly charmed anyway. Plus, Stiles’ long, strong-looking fingers against the fret-board have been doing all sorts of things to Scott’s entire body. 

His face smiles against his own volition. “That was super cute, buddy.”

“That’s the first time you ever called me cute.”

Maybe to his face.

*

On a lazy Friday evening, spent indoors rather than out partying, Stiles plays Scott, ‘I Can’t Help Falling in Love With You’. It’s beautiful and Scott surreptitiously wipes a tear from the corner of his eye. Unfortunately, nothing is surreptitious when Stiles is involved. 

“They weren’t tears of ear-splitting pain, were they?”

“I wouldn’t tell you even if they were, you know that,” Scott says. But he shakes his head. “But no, it’s just one of those songs that always gets me.” Scott gestures at his chest.

It’s true, not a word of a lie, but he was also imagining Stiles singing this song to him for real, not just to show off, and it hurts to know that’s not going to happen any time soon. Probably not ever. Scott resolved himself to that after Stiles decided to go to Washington rather than stay with him, but... but it still sounds out like a discordant note inside his heart.

*

Monday morning a few months later, Stiles texts Scott to ask if he’ll be a sounding board for his rendition of, ‘Fix You’. Scott listens as he writes a paper, swaying from side to side. Stiles has gotten so good he plays with minimal breaks. Scott’s a mixture of proud and sorrow-filled that he hasn’t seen the improvement in person. 

*

It’s Saturday. Scott’s had a shitty week, a shitty month if he’s being honest, and he’s lying on his bed, head on the pillow, cradling his laptop. It’s past midnight. Stiles is up, occasionally wandering around while he talks, even though it’s literally the middle of the night for him - if not the early morning. He’s wearing a loose gray shirt and Spider-Man boxers and Scott wishes he could reach out and tug him into bed. 

“Sing me to sleep?” Scott asks, after twenty minutes of telling Stiles exactly why he’s three fourths the way to miserable. (His friend Shelley ran over a kitten and neither of them could save it, his shifts at the local vet’s were cut, he sent his mom money rather than buying more Aggie cash and is constantly hungry, and Liam was almost captured and slaughtered by hunters.)

Stiles peers at him in the dim light, his face soft and warm in a way that Scott rarely got to see in person, let alone through their video chats, and he returns with his guitar a moment later.

“Um, okay. I’m not amazing at this song yet because I only started it a week ago. But I think you’ll like it.” His next words are muted. “I hope you will.”

When Stiles begins strumming and singing ‘Thinking Out Loud’, Scott’s breath stops in his throat and he clutches his pillow tight with his left hand, claws pricking the cover. 

Stiles won’t look at him when he finishes, sets his guitar down. “Sweet dreams, Scotty,” he murmurs, disconnecting the chat. 

Scott stares up at the ceiling for another two hours. 

It can’t be what he’s thinking.

Stiles would have said something.

Stiles is terrible with handling his emotions but is always vocal in his love.

Yet Stiles has been singing and playing him love songs since those first two tracks. Only love songs. 

*

“You feeling better?” Stiles asks the next time they’re face to face. It’s another Tuesday. They’ve texted during the past couple of weeks or so, but that’s all, and Scott had found himself increasingly mimicking Stiles’ expressions and speech cadences in lieu of the real thing, to the bafflement of his college friends.

“I haven’t learned how to play guitar in the space of seventeen days,” Scott says without answering the question being asked. “But I downloaded this karaoke track.”

Scott starts the track, rocks back in his chair, braces himself, and tries not to fall apart with nerves. 

“Love me tender Love me sweet Never let me go You have made my life complete And I love you so

Love me tender Love me true All my dreams fulfilled For my darlin' I love you And I always will”

Stiles’ expression morphs from confusion to fondness to joy. He picks up his guitar and plays along towards the end of the song, humming with Scott, adding a little harmony when he can. 

“You noticed, huh?” Stiles asks when Scott finishes, scratching the back of his neck and ducking his head down.

“It took me way too long,” Scott says. He shrugs, smiles. “I got there eventually.”

“Yeah, so, I’m like head over heels in love with you, Scott,” Stiles says, too earnest considering the casual phrasing, the nonchalant slant of his shoulders.

“That’s good to hear. I’m like truly, madly, deeply in love with you too.” Scott grins, full of a huge quantity of unnamed and usually suppressed emotions. 

Stiles’ answering smile has Scott’s palms feeling clammy and his nerves zinging. 

“I feel very strongly that we need to somehow be in the same room so we can make sweet, sweet music together,” Stiles says, voice a little rough, like he’s holding back his own crescendo of feelings and can only let one or two loose. 

“I completely agree.”

*

On Thursday evening, after Scott’s least favorite lectures and the longest and most frustrating shift at the vet’s clinic, he finds himself humming along to an old song he’s only heard once or twice in the past 10 years. It takes a while to place it.

It takes even longer to realize he’s humming it because he can hear a guitar strumming the chords. He throws open the window to his shoebox apartment, blood thundering in his veins, hoping against hope he’s going to see what he thinks he is. 

Stiles stands there with his guitar. 

“In my life, I love you more,” Stiles sings. 

Scott rushes down the stairs on all fours, damn near crashes through the door in a cartoon cut-out. He’s not proud of it, but it is what it is. 

He’s careful as he adjusts the guitar so it’s on Stiles’s back, soft as he cradles his jaw, and high-pitched as Stiles closes the distance between them before he gets a chance to and kisses him with a rhythm and tempo that leave him breathless.

[feelup2lifewithsoundboardvision]

**Trigger Alert** Michael Jackson Download💓

🧐🧐also, this is a work in progress so if things seem out of order, it's because they are. I'll be back to clean it up but the info is worth taking in chunks lol! Enjoy the film!

All I know is that I decided a LONG TIME AGO also that I'm just going to always be on the side of the truth. Whatever is right, and that has to mean the truth as I understand it. Because that's the variable subject to change based on how I live and grow.

I decided a LOOOOONG time ago that our life experience is much more fascinating than any movie, individually AND COLLECTIVELY. All I have to do is look into a clear sky on a night when the moon is closest to Earth, and not quite full, and see that it's literally a ball suspended in air to remind me that this Universe is a Sight to Behold😍🎶💓

And, to know that I'll never know the motives and reasons behind why some people, most even, do what they do or have done what they've done. I'll also never know what is true about another human beings life experience. I'm just now beginning to scratch the surface as to why I made the choices I've made throughout my life, and I can't dig deep enough right here.

Are you a human being who is truly fascinated by EVERYTHING happening right now and find yourself wondering

What the FREQ do we know, anyway?!?!

If so? Do yourself a HUMONGOUS FAVOR. GO TO YOUTUBE and watch Michael Jackson's Captain EO. 💯💯💯💯💯💯

Whether you remember Captain EO from the 80's at Epcot Center or not, today is a GREAT DAY for you because it's a 21 min Work of Art that Michael Jackson created with Martin Scorsese, George Lucas, Francis Coppola amongst others. It was the most expensive film produced in it's time, an estimated $27 mil for the 21 mins. And what's most fascinating is that he submitted a one page, 4 paragraph concept for it and was able to generate an original budget was $10mil. He kept changing the songs on it and it was apparently just a mess all around. Its still dope for a "lil" Disneyworld movie though, and MASSIVE points if you have watched it recently enough or enough to know that entire movie and the two soundtrack songs like the back of your hand!

I have I went down the ol MJ YouTube wormhole of darkness and light when he died. In fact,

he ancient wisdom, Egyptian and Indian Gods and Goddesses, Divine Feminine

**Trigger Alert** Michael Jackson Download💓

Are you a human being who is truly fascinated by EVERYTHING happening right now and find yourself wondering

🎶What the FREQ do we know, anyway?🤔

If so? Do yourself a HUMONGOUS FAVOR. GO TO YOUTUBE and watch Michael Jackson's Captain EO. 💯💯💯💯💯💯

In LIGHT of what is happening during these times as a whole collectively, the Awakenings being experienced by so many, albeit processed and experienced quite different, and then also what is taking place in the Cosmos?

All I'll say here is that The name EO was inspired by the Greek Goddess of the Dawn, Eos. I was LAST NIGHT YEARS OLD when I ever thought to ask why they chose that name.

If that is enough to peak your interest, consider the song he uses in the big showdown....We Have Come To Save the World.

The other song that is in the movie is YOU'RE JUST ANOTHER PART OF ME.

I know this whole film like the back of my hand since MJ died because I went down the Dark Night of the Soul for 7 Days, and watched EVERY SINGLE MJ video on YouTube that was available, and just explored his essence and learned more about him than I'd known before. And I was literally so obsessed with him when I was younger, that me and my sister were supposed to run away to go find him, and she flaked out on me at the last minute and like I was pissed. Because of course I wasn't going alone but she chickened out lol. But that is a real life true Story I mean we I really thought we were going who f****** does that bro? LOL

And I was playing YouTube DJ with some friends yesterday and bringing up ALL THE HipHop VIDEOS, bboy battles, etc. that I thought of and it was fantastic getting to share great vibes and memories...then Smooth Criminal came up and then I found Captain EO to really impress my peeps in more ways than one. They'd never seen it. And as soon as I watched it sing along and the message landed different, I knew I had to share it with all y'all because MJ just all around was on one big time.

Anyway, the Solution he puts forth as Captain EO is illustrated in a way that anybody can grasp and he was such a creative genius who used his platform to hold space for us to never forget how important it is for us to just be and wonder and live and love from our center, the purest essence of who we are, and to never forget to see the beauty in everything, including ourselves.

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The Ace of Spades

Summary: With the Dark Sides contained, Spade’s attention turns to the four Core Sides.

WARNING: this chapter has a tag for non-con kissing. It doesn’t get graphic or lead to anything worse and I love Spade but he can be a lot not good. The contents of the warning include: Spade kissing Roman when he believed Spade to be Logan; and does not go any further. If that is triggering just know that the chapter ends with Spade containing all four of the Core Sides like he did with Janus, Remus, and Orange. Just thought I’d leave this warning because it is worth being warned about.

A/N: Requested by ANON

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Date Archived: May 6, X

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Logan had been seeing his therapist for a couple of months now, just talking about his nightmares and getting treated for his insomnia. The medication was doing wonders for him, he could sleep, and function, and think. He could plan some minor exposure therapy, carefully watched and supervised. It didn’t touch his skin, but Marvin and Ethan could practice knife throwing with Logan safely nearby without Logan feeling the need to run and hide in another room.

The logical Side finally felt like he was making progress.

Patton picked him up from the appointment and left him at the house at around eight, after making sure he was okay, going over to help Joan with something for a party they were going to before he picked them up again. Logan went back to the main bedroom as Virgil and Roman were watching something. Logan gave them a quick hello before heading upstairs. Once inside his eyes raked over the closet, checking that a piece of paper was still wedged in one of the hinges.

So he smiled and sat down at his desk.

Logan sighed, leaning back in his chair, “Your therapist is very nice, I’d forgotten about her. I do hope you haven’t been too impossible with her, she is doing her best.”

Silence.

“Logan’s” eyes were literally glowing in the low light of the room as he looked toward the closet. “Right, I shouldn’t keep speaking, we do have work to do.”

Turning in his swirling chair, Logan was facing his computer and the grey solid state drive hooked up to the computer. The drive was as long as his forearm and Logan was having some frustrating issues with formatting the tech and had to rework a couple of the programs on the computer. But it was a problem he had encountered before and knew exactly how to work around it. It took an hour to finally start downloading the right programs onto it and by then Roman and Virgil had gotten home from a patrol.

Right on time.

Perfectly on time.

Roman was inside their home first and saw Logan’s shoes in the front door’s shoe cubby. The indicator that Logan was in fact home, a constant and trusted sign.

“Look who’s home early,” Roman smiled, hands on his hips as Virgil pushed past him.

“Huh, thought he was going with Pat,” Virgil commented out loud. “Must have come over so he could pick us up.”

The creative Side squealed in excitement, fake swooning onto Virgil, “How romantic. How apropos. I shall fetch our love at once.”

“Gag me with a spoon, Princey,” Virgil smiled and rolled his eyes. He lightly pushed Roman away. “I’ll get the chili. You get the nerd.”

Roman raced up the stairs, as Virgil went into the kitchen. Hearts in his eyes, and his mind blinded to any inconsistencies like a slight chip in the plaster where metal had scratched the wall hours ago.

Without knocking, Roman barged into the bedroom and saw Logan slaving away on his computer.

“Oh, Logannnn~ my love,” Roman greeted in a sing-song voice so that Logan heard him coming and wasn’t startled by him. He walked over and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head. “You lose yourself so easily my dear. Why are you sitting in the dark?”

With a snap of his fingers, Roman’s magic turned on the desk light.

“Hey poindexter,” Roman smiled as the person at the desk craned his head up just enough to look up at Roman in the most human way possible. He saw a mess of equipment and objects shadowed in low light, the sun had started to set as “Logan” had been working.

“Salutations, Roman,” Logan greeted. “How was patrol?”

“Ughh, boring,” Roman rolled his eyes, Logan staring at his lips as he spoke, turning in his chair. “Jackie and Crank beat us to anything good. So glad we’re going to Joan’s, I’ve been so bored all day. You know Virgil was so—”

Logan’s lips met his, and Roman could practically taste the hunger on them.

It surprised Roman. Usually a Logan seated at his desk meant that the Side was so hyper fixated on work that nothing: not hunger, not tiredness, nor the other Sides could uproot him from his chair.

They pulled apart as Logan’s hand carded through Roman’s soft locks.

Roman chuckled, “Not that I’m not extremely appreciative, but don’t you normally wait until after a project to let me distract you?”

“I’m at a good stopping point, I’ve missed you so much,” Logan confessed, nuzzling along Roman’s neck.

“Miss you too when I’m gone,” Roman chuckled, hugging Logan to him.

Logan let out this weird glitchy chuckle, and in the low light of the room, Roman watched Logan’s eyes and glasses glitch as a cold chill rolled over the romantic Side. In that same moment a pair of metal cuffs made out of chittering nanites anchored Roman where the creative Side stood. “Oh Roman, as dense as always, how I love you.”

That’s when Roman finally saw the communicator on the imposter’s wrist that had a black spade insignia on it.

“You’re not Logan, uncuff me this instant you charlatan,” Roman demanded, trying to jerk himself free or imagine a weakness in the bonds, but they wouldn’t give. He was only able to kick out his feet.

Spade stood up and moved in for another kiss but Roman head butted him, and felt searing pain pierce through his head.

“Such a fighter,” Spade cooed. “You look every bit as beautiful as always and then more so.”

“Let go of me!” Roman shouted in anger as he tried to twist his way free. The Side felt the beginnings of fear bubbling up in his throat.

The imposter let out another odd, glitchy chuckle. “Don’t worry, I’ll stop.”

He reached over to the desk, and pulled out three locket charms from his pocket and set two of them: a storm cloud with a thunderbolt coming down from it, and a golden heart locket with glasses etched into it. The locket charm had a fine golden chain attached to it.

The charm still in the imposter’s hand was a red and golden shield, it had the same design as Roman’s crest that he wore on the arms of his superhero uniform.

“I can’t promise this will be painless,” Spade told Roman as he stood up, kicking the chair to the side so that he had more room. “But don’t worry, my sweet prince, it’ll be quick and it will feel like going to sleep. When you wake up it will be like nothing happened.”

He moved forward, but the creative Side fought against him, kicking up a foot. “Don’t touch me, you fiend, quit using his form. You’re a brute and a monster.”

Then Roman’s foot physically went through his attacker’s stomach, as if he wasn’t even there. And something in Roman froze over in fear.

“True,” Spade admitted, sticking the charm to Roman’s neck with the nanites. The metal charm touching the soft flesh of his neck directly. “I am not worthy of something so lovely, but I’d rather have you alive and hating me, than dead and loving me.”

Just then a knock came at the door and Spade’s hands flew over Roman’s mouth, signaling for him to stay quiet with a finger gently pressed to the imposter’s lips.

“Hey Princey, Logan, everything okay?” Virgil called out.

Roman tried fighting in earnest, trying to wrench his head free. Spade slipped and Roman immediately belted out the loudest scream his lungs could muster, “VIRGIL!”

The door was already starting to open but it flew open even faster and Roman saw the fear, and then confusion, on his face when Virgil saw who Roman’s attacker looked like.

In that moment of hesitation, Spade’s nanites surged out and cascaded towards Virgil. The anxious Side tried to dodge out of the way and used his fear abilities against the Suit but the nanites glued Virgil to the wall.

“No! No! No!” Roman panicked as Spade calmly walked over to the anxious Side. “Unhand him, let him go!”

“Don’t worry,” Spade promised in the most threatening tone either one of the Sides had heard in a while. “I’ll let both of you go very soon.”

Virgil tried to twist out of his bonds, his eyeshadow darkening with his fear and he kept trying to attack the Suit with his fear powers. “Forgive me for being so rough, my lovely nightshade but I cannot afford to take chances.”

“Let me go, let me go,” Virgil was letting out a sound that sounded like spidery chittering and feline hissing as Virgil realized his powers were hitting the Suit like feathers against a brick wall. And the scariest thing was that he was still wearing Logan’s face.

“Are you trying to scare me?” Spade chuckled, his tone glitching. “My dear belladonna, there is nothing you could do to me, nothing you could show me, that could compare to the horrors I’ve seen.”

Roman’s struggling intensified as he saw a cloud of nanites snag the thundercloud charm off the table and bring it to one of Spade’s outstretched hands.

Virgil saw the pendant and began twisting. His dark purple aura scratching at the nanite goop and tried to slash at Spade’s face but that only scared Virgil more because he got the Suit in the face only to expose metal wires and plates before the nanites almost sewed it back up as if they were regrowing flesh.

The anxious Side was so overcome with fear that he froze up and shivered. Which let Spade stick the charm to his neck with nanites like he had done with Roman.

Then Side’s eyes glowed blue and he tapped the charm on Virgil’s neck. Virgil flinched and his eyes forcibly glowed purple before he let out a bloodcurdling scream and a flash of light.

And then Virgil was gone, the storm cloud pendant letting out and angry purple glow that looked like an angry storm was festering inside of it. It began dying down before the entire storm cloud had a brilliant purple shade and the thunderbolt a bright yellow.

Roman screamed in rage as Spade plucked the charm out of the goop and walked back over to the desk. All the nanites that had been used to capture Virgil merging back into Spade’s body. “Give him back! What did you do to him?”

“He’s alive and well, merely sleeping,” Spade with an absolute gentleness clipped the locket onto the front of the solid state drive, a little hanger notched into the metal specifically designed for it. “And soon you will be too.”

“Don’t touch me! Get away from me! Give him back!” Roman tried to wrench himself free but nanites came up to cup the back of his head to keep his neck still.

“Good night my sweet prince,” Spade said, his eyes glowing blue as he tapped the locket.

Roman felt something in his soul twist, something similar to fusion but used for a different purpose, his eyes glowed red.

And then the pain started. It was blinding, white hot pain. All of Roman’s nerves felt like they were being set on fire. Then it was gone and Roman too was gone from the room, his soul folded up neatly into the shield pendant.

Logan kissed the pendant reverently as it glowed an angry red before settling into a much calmer constant red color. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Princey. When you wake up it’ll all be over.”

As Spade was clipping the shield locket with Virgil’s thundercloud there was an angry kick from the inside of the closet.

Spade took his time and as he walked towards the door, he pounded on the closet door once in response. The Suit took extreme care not to dent or break the fragile wood in case anyone checked the house when his work was done.

Logan’s phone came out of the nanites that made up Spade’s physical body. He began typing on it, turning just enough lights to make the upstairs still look lived in. Then he turned on the living room light and sat next to the window just behind the kitchen table and started reading through engineering and science journals.

He was there for twenty minutes before Patton entered the house, humming to himself, thinking about how quiet it was. He walked into the kitchen to grab the bowl of chili they were supposed to bring to the party, and flicked on the light. Which is exactly when he saw who he thought was Logan was sitting at the table.

The emotional Side jumped, grabbing at his chest, “Jeezy creezy, Logan, you scared me.”

“Pardon, I was just thinking,” Logan excused, just staring at Patton. “I didn’t realize how late it had gotten.”

“Well there’s no point in sitting in the dark anymore,” Patton smiled.

Spade smiled, “I suppose not.”

“Well why don’t you enlighten me on where Ro and Virge are, that party won’t attend itself,” Patton laughed at his own joke, and to his surprise “Logan” huffed out a little laugh. It was quick but Patton still heard it.

“I got you,” Patton gasped in excitement. He turned to yell outside the kitchen towards the stairs. “Hey guys!”

When Patton turned his back and set his hand on the wall Spade shot a wad of nanites over and stuck Patton’s arm to the wall.

Silence echoed painfully through the apartment as Patton looked back at Spade who set Logan’s phone on the table.

“You’re not Logan,” Patton realized, trying to pull his hand free. “Who are you?”

“You’re always so quick to spot me,” Spade smiled. “I don’t know whether to be amused by your awareness or angry at my own failings.”

“Where are the others?” Patton asked as the nanites wrapped around him to pin him in place. He was watching Spade pull a golden locket out of his arm and his nanites gently slid it around Patton’s neck. The emotional Side flinching before Spade pulled back.

When he tentatively opened his eyes he watched Spade take his phone and his nanite body took it inside of the imposter.

“Sleep and all will be right again when you wake, I promise you,” Spade told him with such determination in his eyes that it was terrifying to Patton.

Spade repeated what he had done to Virgil and Roman on Patton and the kitchen was silent once more.

Looking down at the locket in his hand, Spade let out a relieved sigh. He had them, he was almost ready.

Going through the house, Spade began carefully putting things away and making sure all of the plugs had been pulled out of the wall and the lights were turned off. Making sure to grab Logan’s phone checking that Virgil and Roman’s phones weren’t laying around somewhere. He was halfway up the stairs when Patton’s phone dinged.

The Suit stopped, one foot up the next stair as he pulled the phone out of his arm and looked at it.

“You guys need anything before you get over here?” Joan had texted Patton.

Spade paused to think, and sent Joan a quick text, “Logan isn’t feeling well, we’re going to stay at the house.”

Almost immediately three dots appeared, Joan was texting back. But after a second they disappeared for about a minute. Then: “K be safe.”

“Will do.” Spade texted back, and then pocketed the phone.

It didn’t ring or vibrate, but Logan’s did.

The message was from Joan: “Is Patton with you?”

“Yes,” Spade answered.

There was another pause.

“Good, he told me he was running late,” Joan told him. “Have a nice night.”

Spade sent an additional perfunctory farewell and continued up the stairs where he continued to turn off everything in the house, ending with the main bedroom, where the computer equipment still was on the desk and the solid state drive with the two charms hooked onto it. The Suit admired his handiwork for a second or two, making sure there was no leaking aura or glowing that signified the Sides were awake.

When he was sure all was as he wanted, Spade carefully hooked Patton’s locket with the charms and picked up the solid state drive, black handles springing up on either side of the drive for Spade to grab.

He cleaned up the desk so none of Spade’s personal tech was left for anyone like Bing or Joan to find and use against him. The tech and nanites reabsorbed except for the drive and charms attached.

With a smug, vindictive smile, Spade walked over to the closet and opened it to look down at the real Logan who was tied up and gagged on the closet floor. The logical Side looked up at his doppelgänger and screamed angrily at him.

Spade looked down sternly at him and held up the solid state drive and the three charms attached to it. “Alright, let’s try this again.”

End of Sequence

Conclusion: Time to regroup with Hearts and prepare for the mission proper.