#Sing

[k-eke]

Halloween pup

[hoperays-song]

The three distinct types of found family:

Commits crimes together.

Fights crimes together.

Constantly switching back and forth between the other two at a horrifying speed.

[loveisinthebat]

SING , MY ANGEL OF MUSIC

[babyanimalgifs]

Let me sing to you the song of my people

(Source)

[twomocns]

: •̩̩͙ ໋   symbols #i ㅤु🫶🏻  •̩̩͙ ໋:

⃘⬚ ִ ๑ ᘡ 𑁍 ˙ ❀̼ ᨵ ਏਓ 𓈒 ⛽⃝ ࣪ ◍ ׅ ヰ ׂ ♡ิ ݂ ✦ ݁ ﾶ ۪ 🍡 ່ ִ ♡゙ ݂ ⤿ 𝆬 🧃 ׅ ➛ ˒˓ 𖡎 ࣪ ۪ ⬔ 𓈒 ᜃ ˙ ᰍ ִ ױ ࣪ 🩰⃝⃝ ݂ ๑ 𝆬 𝖿ꭤׅ𝗂𝗋𝗒 ⬞ ִ 𓈃 ׂ ‎𐫱 𝂅 숌 ݁ 𔒌 ˒˓ 𓈊 ۫ ᘏ ׅ ≡ ݁ ィ ִ ꕤ 𝆬 𔒱 ݂ ꒷꒦ 🧁 ۪ ᘐ ˙ ᖘ ׅ ❍ ׂ ᳤ ✩᳣ ۪ ᯤ ݁ ઇ 𓈒 ୯ ࣪ ᦾ. 🎀⃞ 𔓗 ݂ ୬ 𔖳 ׅ ২ 𓂅 ࣪ ೨ ۪ ◩ 𝆬 ᨎ ִ 𓈀 ۫ ᨫ̼ ִ ⌇ ׂ ᨯ ׅ ᰋ ݁ ᘛ ݂ ᰌ 𝆬 ◎ ݂ ᨸ ˙ ✿ ˒˓ ᪄ ࣪ ⩁ ݂ ᘐ ݁ 🥟⃝ 𓈒 ᘡ ࣪ ╰ ꞋꞌꞋ ׅ ▭▬ 𝆬 𔘓 ׅ ਕ ۫ ╮ ৬ ۪ 𝇁𝇃𝇂 ࣪ ৯ ◞ ୨୧ ׂ ⤺ ִ ⟳ ʾʿ ◍⃘ ᜔ 🧂 ִ ᡛ 𝆬 𓍯 ׅ 𖣗 ݁ ❏ 𓈑 𓈒 📃 ۫ 𓊌 ˒˓ ▞ ࣪ ۪ 𔓕 ᩧ ✷ ׅ 𓈁 𓄰 ׂ ✻ ݂ ꮚ ׂ 𓋜 ۪ ᘞ ˙ 𓊔 ִ 𓄸 𓄳 𝆬 𓍢🥞 ׅ 𔔡 ʾʾ 𖠇 ۪ 𖣯 ࣪ ꗃ ִ 사랑 ࣪ 🥯 𓈒 𝇋♡︎𝇌 ׂ 🜸 ׅ 𝆬 ﹫txt ݂ 🜲 ۫ ʬ ᜔ ᄿ ˙ 𝆺𝅥𝆹𝅥 ִ ǂ ݁ ◌ ׅ ᥐ ׂ ⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ׅ ࿂ ݂ ★ ׂ ⍝ . 𓂃 ✿゙ ݁ 𓆩𓆪 ׅ 𔐬 𝆬 𐀔 ִ (:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) ꐑꐑ : 🐄 ׅ ꣹ ۫ 𖨂 𓈒 ᕱ ˓˒ ꨣ ࣪ ʚĭɞ ׅ 𝆭 𑄾𝇂 ִ ᱑ ׄ ׅ 🍭𝆬 ݂ ꭷ ࣪ ☆̸★ ݂ ƸӜƷ ׄ ᱉ ׅ ᱈ ۫ ﹏ 𐀓 = ִ 📁 ࣪ ᰊ ׅ ˙ ⊹ 𓂐 ۪ ▯ ࣪ ꒰ 💭 〢 ⎓ ݂ ఇ ⬭ ࣪ 𔗫 𓈒 ⥽ ݁ ⩩ ˓˓ ᦔ ۪ 〨 ׂ ⩌ 𖫱 ㄔ ִ ∩ യ 𝆬 𓈈 ݂ 👣 ࣪ ੲ⃞⃝ਦ 𝂅 ⩅ ࣪ ⨳ ˒˒ ㅃ ׄ ᐢ..ᐢ ᘒ ∞ ⌗ ≀ ⁺ ˒ ७ ٫ ᨒ જ ◞ ७っ ٫٫ › ‹ ִֶָ ٫ ໋ ᘏ ، ‹𝟹 % ՚ 谷 : ζ ゜：✿ 。 𖥧 𓂃 ᨒ ୫ ૪ ໒ �� ৎ ຊ ∿ ꔵ 仌 𓄼 ⨾ ⩇ ֶָ֢ ໋֢ 𖥻 ⋆ .˖ ᨳ᭬ ⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ୫꒷ 𖠵 ﹪ ⊹ ୨ ഒ ﾉ ༝ ⑅ ʚ ɞ ⸝ ੭ ᐢ..ᐢ ᘒ ∞ ⌗ ≀ ⁺ ˒ ७ ٫ ᨒ જ ◞ ᨓ ᭝ ᱺ ᳃ ◯ ◦ ◡ ◠ ⋆ ‹𝟹 ꜝꜝ ʚ ⌕ ׅ ࣪𓏲ּ ֶָ ⌗ ☘︎ 𐑺 ࿁ ܸ ݄ ɞ 𐄂 𐂴 𐋉 𐋃 𐙝 ⩀ ݀ ̫ ̲ ﹕ ﹐ ﹔ ﹆ ⠁ ⠘ ⟲ ⟳ ⟡ ⟄ ⟃ ➜ ᨒ ੭ ໒ ꗃ ᨵ ୧ ` ִֶָ֪֢ ▭ᯅǝ ⁃ ᕱ⠀⑅⠀𓂃 ⠀✦⠀𓄼⠀২⠀୨⠀⋆⠀𓂅⠀⬪⠀ꕤ⠀ՙ⠀╰╮⠀♡̶⠀৲⠀ৎ⠀⬪˙ 𓈒⠀⌕⠀⊹⟆ ﹏ ！ 𝅓 𓂃𓈒 ﹑ 𖣯 ｡ ꞝ ⩇ ᰍ ≀ ໑ ﾞ ઉ ᨦ ദ ꒷꒦ ꣹ 𔓐 𒀭 ♡︎ ♥︎ 𖡩 ˀ ᵎ ✦ 𔒌 ʾ ໑ ▸ ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ ˖ . 𓄹 𓈒 𓍢 𐇵 ﹆ ✿ ˖ 𖥻 𓎆 ⏉ ੭ ꒳​ 。 ❤︎ 𖦹 ଘ ⤹ ꩜ ៹ ִֶָ ᨳ ⊹ 𖧵 ⩩ ៹ 𖤣 ꕀ 𝅦 ꔪ 𖡎 𖦆 𖤛 𔓕 𓆠 ꔛ 𝄰 ⁛ ˳ 𓈈 ✧ 𖠇 ⋕ 𓆦 ✶ ⭓ ⭔ ﹫ 𖠣 𝅏 ٠ ꐑ ！ 𖣠 ⿻ 𓆤 › 𐀔 જ ، 𝄿 𝆞 𝅘 ⌗ ꒰ ꒱ ﹏ ⁝ ⊹ ୨ ഒ ﾉ ༝ ⑅ ʚ ɞ ⸝ ੭ ↷ ⋯ 𑊩 𝆺𝅥 𓈒 ﹕ 𐫱 𓂅 ⋆ 𔖲 𓁹 𖤐 𐇲 𔕱 𔒱 𓐩 𓆝 ▬ ▭ ❛ ❜ ❟ ✿ 𖠲 ꒷ ꒥ ꉂ ❩ ๑ Ꮺ ◌ ˖ ࣪ 𖠵 ٬ ⌕ 𔗫 ᥐ ʾ ֛ ៵ ◗ 𓇬︎︎ ᨦ ദ ꜝ ꜞ ◖ ┼ ▀ ▄ ▚ 𔗨 𓍲 ˖ 𓊿 ‣ ପ 𖤐 ﹏ ャ 𖥧 ▹ 𖡼 𖥨 𖠌 ୧ ⌇ 𖤣 ᐢ ¸ _ ◂ ๋ ა এ ঌ ໒. ᘛ ᘚ . .⃗ . ⁽ ⁾ ౿ ヾ ᘡ ९ ₆⁶₆ ๑ ᥀ ᖗ ଓ ৴. ৩ ↯ ᤩ ८ १ ഽ ˘ ˇ ৩ ও °. ୭ ꜜ ೨ ⃞ ৡ ২ ᘘ ﹢ ᖘ ﹙ ﹚ ₍ ₎ ণ ั ر ⃕み ١⠀ﻬ ७ ۫ ૬ ᝰ ⋆ ⌒ ✶ ঌ ᔉ ۵ ५ ✷ ༄ ˓ 𖥸 𓄻 𓏧 ⌁ ꗃ ꈍ. ᨒ 𖥻 爱 ᠈ ꐑ ꗃ ᨵ 𓈈 ⬫ 𓍯 ⩩ ♡̶ ！ ʾʾ ₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎ ՙ 𖥨 › ⤛ ⤜ ๋ ֢ ָ֪֢ ໑ 命 ୧ ⬪ ʚ ୫ 𖠿 ៹ ᥫ᭡ .̑ 𖠵 𝅄 ˓˓ ⌯ 𓍼 ⸼ ☓ ﹫ ー ꣹ ⋄ 𓍢 𐄂 ⍈ 𐇵 ⎙⩇⠀⠀⠀𓄹ִִִִִִ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ふ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀˓⠀⠀˓⠀⠀ ✿⠀⠀⠀⠀՟ ⠀ ─ ⠀⠀·⠀·⠀·⠀⠀⠀⠀ᘝ⠀𝆞⠀⠀⠀⠀“⠀⠀. 坦⠀ᘜ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀▸ ⠀◃ ﹆⁺ 𖧧🧇໑ ₊˚𓍼 ⊂╰ ﹒ ᖗ❀🍥˖ ﹕･･₊˚ʚ・⸝⸝ᘏᘏ ✦ ꒷₊˚ ︰꒱꒱﹒𓂅 ₊˚୨୧ ★₊˚୭ ॱ˖ ┊✦．╰╮﹒✎゛𓂅⨯⁺ ︰ 𑁯 𓂅⨯⁺ⵌ・꒱✦．ᨓ❀𓂅˚ ﹒.₊˚Ꮚ✦ ❜₊✧ ୧⌒𓄹 ໒🍷꒱˃ᴗ˂ ഒ˚🍒₊꒷ᘏ 𓂅 ︶꒦꒷₊˖˚₊ ✎‧₊ᓚ୨୧︶₊˚꒷ꮺ︶꒷꒦𓌹-𓌺˳˚✦ˎˊ-🍥 ⸝⸝・꒰꒰❏₊˚・₊˚ฅˎˊ꒱꒱♡꒷˚₊੭꒰꒰✦

✎⠀⠀꒰⠀⠀꒱⠀⠀࿀⠀⠀౨ৎ⠀⠀︵⠀⠀Ⳋ⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀𝅄⠀⠀୨ ⠀ೀ⠀⠀ꔫ⠀⠀〇⠀⠀⍰⠀⠀ര⠀⠀ᝪ⠀⠀ ೀ⠀⠀ױ⠀⠀♡𝅼 ⠀⠀๑

⠀⠀୨୧⠀⠀꒪⠀⠀⟡⠀⠀✧⠀⠀✦⠀⠀ ꒩⠀⠀／⠀⠀✐⠀⠀᜴⠀⠀⠀⠀⃞⠀

⠀⠀⑇⠀⠀ᄶ⠀⠀⌒⠀⠀⌕⠀⠀𔔀⠀⠀び⠀⠀‹𝟹⠀⠀𔓕⠀⠀＜３ ⠀⠀𝇁𝇃𝇂⠀⠀ᄊ⠀⠀♡⃘ ⠀⠀⠀₊⠀⠀⠀˲˲⠀⠀ഒ⠀⠀᱖⠀⠀♡⃕⠀⠀✿𝆬⠀⠀￮⃘ ⠀⠀✩⃝ ⃝⠀⠀=͟͟͞͞ ✧⠀⠀♡⃞⠀⠀𔘓⠀⠀ᜊ⠀⠀𖧧⠀⠀੭⠀⠀࿁⠀⠀˙⠀⠀˖⠀⠀ꕀ⠀⠀𓈒⠀⠀˙ 𐔌　𓋫　𓌔　ᛝ　𓏵　໒ྀི　℘　𓎢𓎟𓎡　𓇯　𓉸　◞ ྀི

︶　 ྀི◟　 ͜　˚̣̣̣　｡　 ಿৎ　༻　⊰　⊱　༺　♰　𓂃　ℰ ✟　 ྀི　༏ིྀ　‿　ཁ　ཀ　 ೀ　𓏏𓏏　†　₊　˙　．ㅤ۫　 ݃　𓃉

⁺　︵　𓏴　⸸　꒱　　╱　　𓍯　ℳ　◌　♱　꒰ྀི　꒱ྀི　ℱ 𝄞　𝒢　𝒞　ℐ　ℋ　✚　❜ㅤ❛　✙　࿐　༢　࿐ྂ　ℛ　ℬ ℒ　✧ ࿐ ༢⠀ㅤ𓈒⠀⠀⠀୨୧⠀⠀˙⠀⠀｡ ⠀꒱ྀི ੧𓍢 ♱ ꒰ྀི໒Ꮚ ´ ˕ ` Ꮚ𑇖꒱ིྀ ♱ ꢾ౿  𐅛ᦒ֯ 𐔌  ᩙ ᦏ♡᪔ 𓂋 ꢤꢆ ୨९ 🪽ྀི⃝𖤐 ಣ˚｡ ྀི ଘ꒱ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི ੭ˊ ﻌ ˋ ੭꒰ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིଓ ᪖ ྀི ᩤ᭔ 🐑ྀི ꒰ྀིᵋ ꐑꐑ ᵌ꒱ིྀ ノ ୨ʚɞ୧ ᛪ༙ 𑂯

[mismess]

Koalas are supposed to sleep like 20 hours a day I think this one is broken

[fortuneaday]

[piny1234]

You know what they’re singing about 👀🎤✨

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From Mickey Ralph's (the Good Omens Graphic Designer) website :) <3

[dorkynerd23]

Reblog If You Love And Adore Illumination's Sing Franchise!! 💙✨🎤

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

OP's collegue can sing well

[zepskies]

S.I.N.G.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. Reader 

Summary: Beau wishes you’d take this self-defense lesson a little more seriously.

AN: Here's another one-shot for the Take Me Home series, set a couple of months after A Crime of Passion. Some of you might get the Miss Congeniality reference. 😂

Word Count: 1.5K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Established relationship. Flirty teasing, tinge of angst and trauma/PTSD, spiciness and a side helping of smut. 

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“All right, let’s try that again,” said Beau.

You barely resisted the urge to whine like a child. Instead, you grabbed your phone off the coffee table, which you’d pushed up against the couch to make space in the living room.

Your boyfriend frowned and swept his hands up in disbelief when you began scrolling on the little screen.

“Uh, hello?” he said. “Trying to teach here, Professor.”

You Google searched for a new restaurant your aunt Denise had told you about recently, and you showed him a snapshot of the menu.

“Wanna try out this new Latin place for lunch? They’ve got empanadas,” you said. “And lots of beef on the menu. Huh, Mr. Carnivore?”   

Beau blew out a subtle breath of exasperation.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna need you to take this a little more seriously,” he said.

You dropped your hand to your side with a tired huff.

“Babe, we’ve been at this for two hours. I’m tired. I’m sweaty. I’m hungry,” you full on whined now, grasping onto the front of his shirt, a gray one you’d accidentally shrunk a little in the wash. What once was loose on him, now stretched tight across his chest and wrapped snugly around his arms. (So all in all, you didn’t feel too bad about it.)

Beau grabbed your hand from his shirt and took your phone from you. He tossed it over onto the couch.

“I just want to go over a few more things,” he said.

“Come on, you’re usually the bottomless pit here. My stomach is going to eat itself,” you protested.

His lips twitched. “You’re being a tad dramatic, don’t you think? Now let’s go. Show me what you’re gonna do when I come at you head on.”

When Beau stepped forward, you mimed bringing the heel of your hand up to his face. He pretended to whip his head back, as if you’d really hit him. Complete with an exaggerated, Jim Carey-level sound effect of pain that almost got you to smile.

“Okay, good,” he nodded afterward. “But what if I grab your arm and get’cha turned around?”

He grasped your wrist next. He slowly twisted you around, until your left arm was behind your back. You sent him a narrowed look over your shoulder.

“I’m gonna break your damn nose for real if we don’t go eat,” you warned.

“Just give me twenty more minutes, and we’ll go. I promise,” he replied, trying to dim his smile. “Now humor me, would you? What’re you gonna do if I got you like this?”

You released a long-suffering sigh.

“Break your stance,” you intoned. You took your sneaker-clad heel and kicked back to tap it on the top of his boot. In reality, you’d be driving your heel into his foot, hard enough to try and break it. He moved his foot back before you could though.

“Nice try. Now what?” he challenged.

You used your free elbow to press into his right side below his ribs—and maybe you dug in a little harder than you needed to. He grunted slightly, but he nodded in approval and released your arm.

“Okay, good. The guy’s probably gonna loosen up enough for you to start running,” he said.

To your annoyance, he didn’t end the lesson there.

“Now, coming at ya from behind,” he said, wrapping his arms more fully around your frame, across your chest and under your breasts. His hold was firm, but not tight enough for you to feel his full strength.

This time, however, your body locked up with a bit of tension. You drew in a sharper breath. You knew you were safe in your boyfriend’s arms, but you had a sudden flash of memory in your mind’s eye.

You felt the phantom of a more threatening grip on your arms, shoving you hard into the side of your car, pressing you into the door with your cheek against the glass.

“Hey, you all right?” Beau prompted. It managed to break you out of your thoughts, and you realized that his hold was looser now. His voice was a touch softer, and his lips pressed to the side of your head, reminding you that it was just him. You were safe.

You squeezed his arms gratefully. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

This was why you’d agreed to these self-defense lessons in the first place. And you knew it wasn’t just for your own benefit. It made Beau feel better too, giving you back some control, and just knowing that you were better prepared.

Working through the trauma of everything you’d gone through in the past six months was an ongoing process; both your kidnapping this past summer, and Casey Sanderson attacking you at the college campus where you worked. You still got uneasy in the parking lot. 

“You sure?” Beau asked. “We can stop now if you need to.”

You shook your head. You didn’t want that flash of memory to be the reason you quit.

“No, let’s finish this,” you said.

After a moment, Beau nodded. His thumb stroked your shoulder before his hold firmed back up.

“Okay, how’re you gonna break my stance?” he asked.

Your lips formed a cheeky smile. You grabbed onto his arm wrapped across your chest and bit him, just firm enough to startle him a little.

“How about I bite your ass,” you teased. Though you soothed over the bite with a kiss, tasting the salty sweat dried on his skin. Beau cleared his throat. You couldn’t see it, but he was smirking.

“Sure. That’s one way to go about it,” he said with a chuckle. “Any other ideas?”

Hmm. You remembered the moves he’d taught you yesterday, but an idea struck you.

“Well, I could always just channel Sandra Bullock in Miss Congeniality,” you said.

“What?” Beau asked. You could tell, without even seeing his face, that his brows had drawn together in confusion.

“Oh, you don’t remember? It’s simple! S.I.N.G.,” you said, with a growing smile. “Solar plexus, instep, nose, groin…”

With each word, you once again bumped your elbow into his side, playfully stepped on his foot, and reached back to throw a mock elbow into the bridge of his nose. But on the last part of the acronym, you slid your hand down the inside of Beau’s thigh and grasped his length firmly through his activewear pants.

He released a strangled sound and let go of you. His hands instinctively moved to grip your arms tight.

“Very good,” he croaked out, and allowed you to turn around. You slowly rubbed your hand up and down his shaft until it hardened under your palm. Beau stared down at you with a new fire in his eyes, his mouth parting as an aroused groan escaped him.

Giving him a mischievous smile, you lowered to the ground onto your knees, hooking your nails on the waistband of his pants and underwear and taking them down along with you. It was good thinking on his part that you guys placed an exercise mat across the living room floor. It made this more comfortable on your knees, especially when you took almost the full length of his cock into your mouth.

“Aw, fuck,” Beau grunted. His fingers slipped into your hair. He couldn’t help but grip tight as you continued to salivate over him, dragging your soft, wet tongue across his velvety flesh. And you were relentless. Whatever you couldn’t take into your beautiful mouth, you stroked with your hand wrapped around the base.

You pulled your head back for a moment, just so you could tease his sensitive head. He moaned and bucked on reflex, driving himself deeper into your mouth again.

Oh, he was close already. You felt his thighs shaking, his cock throbbing. Your pussy clenched as well, with the memory of how he felt coming inside you. It had you quickening the pace of your lips and tongue drawing his release, and soon he spilled hot inside your mouth. You took and swallowed everything he had to give, sucking him clean.

It was too much. Beau shakily lowered to his knees, almost stumbling down to your level. He grasped your shoulders for balance first. Then he slid his hands down the gentle slope of your back and crushed you to his chest, where he bowed his head to claim you with a kiss.

Now it was his turn to be unrelenting. He hardly let you breathe with his lips moving passionately over yours. 

“Lesson over?” you panted, between kisses.

“Yeah,” he said roughly, though he chuckled. “Thank you, darlin’. You’ve been a model student.”

You smiled against his lips. Beau slid your shirt up and over your head before he laid you down on the mat. His kisses blazed a wet path down your neck and between your breasts, still covered by your satin bra.

“Thought we were going to lunch,” you said breathlessly.

Beau perked his head up and shot you a heated look, despite his grin. He began slowly dragging your tight-ass yoga pants down your hips and thighs, all the way down to your ankles. Your panties came next.   

“Oh, we are,” he said, sliding his hands back up your thighs. “All of a sudden, I’m real hungry.”

His mouth finding its way between your legs soon cut off the rest of your laughter. 

AN: Lol how'd you like that lesson in self-defense? 😘

And want more stories in the TMH-verse? I've missed these two. ❤️

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[hoperays-song]

Found family shows what love truly is. That it isn’t a transaction or a complusion of any sorts. It’s a choice. A choice to make a home, a life, with the people you care about most. A choice to stay through it all and to trust others with your heart, and for them to trust you with theirs. 

It shows how love is perfect because it’s chosen, not forced, not required, not limited.

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L'une chante, l'autre pas (Agnès Varda, 1977)

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