#i can't stop listening to this track

[goldennika]

The rest of the world was black and white But we were in screaming color

[slytherinshua]

minghao's artistry could genuinely make me cry and i don't even have to see his face. his stage presence is amazing, but his dancing alone (even if he's silhouetted or his face is hidden) is enough to blow me away. he's incredible.

[nopanfakemix2]

Not first time sharing this but this song is goooood please listen

[rjshope]

August music here we go!

I was tagged by lovely @raplinenthusiasts 🌷

tagging @cordiallyfuturedwight @jkvjimin @outroindigo @jinstronaut @taehyunghobi

@hvseoks @cosmicdreamgrl @aaagustd (no pressure <3)

[ellivcca]

fucked up in the crib watching Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney (Obscure Korean Port)

[forzafinally]

Slut! has slowly grown on me

[s-wordsmith]

Why did I just now notice the prominent flute in the first half of the first chorus of "All You Wanna Do" in the studio cast recording?

[t4tbedehopmar]

waaaaa hsr is sm fun......

[kristsune]

Me innocently listening to Outliers for the first time & gets to Cop's Menagerie and gets smacked in the face with the Unknowing organ

[boomstab-papa]

there are children in the reviews of CD player listings, upset because there is no speaker in the CD player, and they are being forced to wear earphones to listen to the CD

and im

[terrainofheartfelt]

♾♾♾♾♾

5??? well I guess I must give you 5 songs!!!!!

You're just a copycat, but no one's buying that / Up on the discount rack, right at the back of TJ Maxx -- "Honey" by Kesha

I could cut a thousand roses / Show you that I'm all torn up inside -- "Go Find Yourself or Whatever" by Carly Rae Jepsen

You're a winter bitch but summer's in your blood / You can't help but become the sun -- "True Blue" by boygenius

Do you really want to know where I was April 29th? / Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life? -- "High Infidelity" by tswift

I miss it high / How it dulled the error and the beauty / And now I see everything in startling intensity -- "Faith Healer" by Julien Baker

put a "∞" in my ask box and I'll shuffle my music player and give you my favorite lyric from the song that comes up.

[headstrongblake]

touch starved meme ; could you... do that again? / grant and o / @thewholecrew​

        for a moment, octavia just watches grant from the doorframe in the bath she’d drawn for him, tracing the heavyweight he carries in his face. his leader front is a good one, even octavia believes it fully. but, it doesn’t take away from the fact that he seems even more exhausted lately. worn from all the things they don’t talk about. perhaps if they did, he’d find himself a little lighter. but for now, she could only guess what might help. could only do so much.

      after putting a towel on the counter, octavia went to the tub, kneeling down beside him. silently, she pushes the sleeve of her oversized cardigan up, hand dipping a cloth into the water before she slowly rung it out, letting the water pour over his shoulder and down before she ran the cloth over the same spot. gentle for his healing scar. then she sat back, elbow resting on the edge of the tub to just watch him again. could you...do that again? the softness and hesitation of his voice has her head tilting, before she nods. “ sit forward. ” a small smile appeared on her lips at his confusion, softly her finger smoothed over the crease in his forehead that appeared, before she stood, looking down at him. “ go on, sit forward. ”

     once he did as she told him to, octavia stepped out of her pyjama shorts and top before she eased herself into the warm soapy water behind him. once settled, her arm snaked around to grant’s chest, gently guiding him back against her so her cheek could rest against the side of his face. octavia didn’t break up their silence with mindless chatter, opting instead to go back to dipping the cloth in water, washing it over his shoulder, then his arm, and his chest. again and again for as long as it felt soothing while her other hand traced tenderly back and forth through his hair. 

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

how did showaddywaddy make its way to #4 on my long term top bands already, what

[sarah-kings]

There is two types of content enjoyers when they enter a new fandom:

The type who just is there for the plot, makes some theories here and there and has a good time making head canons and gathering a general knowledge about the lore

The type that has a pin board filled with messy notes and looks like a crazy conspiracy theorist, trying to drag friends into the fandom so they have someone to talk to about all their theories they have made

Usually I'm quite normal when joining a new fandom, but "The Magnus Archives"?

They are tempting me very much to buy the largest pin board I can find and to have at it, because if there is one thing I love more about a story than anything it's puzzling all the little clues together to get the bigger picture

[heart-bones]

....here I've been 7-11 hotdog rotating on the brudick heat rollers w Cars and lamenting the complete inability to focus on my long-fic (/_;)/~~

[lizziesangel]

RAFE CAMERON - can't get enough

x HIGH MAINTENANCE!FEM!reader - MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: he can’t get enough of your kisses (5 times he wants your kiss and the one time you want his)

WORD COUNT: 877

GENRE: fluff

CONTENT WARNING: kisses, lots of kisses, soft!rafe cameron

the first time

“rafe, don’t even think about it,” you warned, holding up a hand to stop him in his tracks. you were perched at your vanity, delicately putting the final touches on your lip gloss.

rafe, leaning against the doorframe, tilted his head with a grin. “think about what?” he asked, though his eyes were already on your lips.

you gave him a pointed look. “you know what. i just finished, and if you kiss me, you’ll mess it all up.”

he took a slow step forward, then another, ignoring your protests as he stopped just behind your chair. “you look so pretty,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“rafe.”

“just one,” he said softly, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips.

you pulled back, huffing as you turned to inspect the damage in the mirror. “it’s sticky now! you never listen.”

he laughed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and resting his chin on your head. “you look perfect, even if your lip gloss is a little smudged.”

the second time

you were deep into your nighttime routine, carefully patting moisturizer onto your face when rafe walked into the bathroom.

“what are you doing?” he asked, leaning against the counter and watching you with a curious look.

“my skincare,” you said simply, dabbing a bit of eye cream under each eye. “you should try it sometime.”

he smirked. “i’ll leave that to you, princess.”

you rolled your eyes, turning back to the mirror. “okay, what do you want? you’re staring.”

“a kiss,” he said immediately, stepping closer.

you turned to him with an exasperated sigh. “rafe, my face is all sticky from product. you’ll hate it.”

“don’t care,” he replied, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

before you could stop him, he kissed you, pulling back with a satisfied smile despite the faint scent of your moisturizer lingering on his lips.

“you’re impossible,” you muttered, shaking your head.

“and you’re adorable,” he shot back, pressing another kiss to your forehead for good measure.

the third time

the sun was setting, and you were chatting with sarah and wheezie near the food table when rafe appeared out of nowhere, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“hey,” he said, sliding an arm around your waist.

you looked up at him, smiling. “hey yourself. having fun?”

“not as much as i could be,” he said, his tone teasing as he leaned down slightly, his eyes flicking to your lips.

you quickly caught on, shaking your head. “not here, rafe! your whole family’s watching.”

he shrugged. “so? they know you’re my girlfriend.”

before you could argue, he leaned in and kissed you softly, pulling away just as quickly.

sarah groaned dramatically. “ugh, get a room, you two.”

you flushed, nudging rafe’s side. “see what you did?”

“worth it,” he said, smirking as he reached for a drink.

the fourth time

you were pacing the living room, phone pressed to your ear as you talked to one of your friends about an upcoming event.

“no, i think we should go with the gold theme—it’s classier,” you said, pausing to listen to their response.

rafe was sprawled on the couch, watching you with an amused expression. when you passed by him for the third time, he reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“babe, stop,” you whispered, waving him off.

he ignored you, pulling you closer until you were standing right in front of him. “just one kiss,” he whispered back, a playful smile on his face.

you glared at him, but he leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before you could stop him.

“sorry, i got distracted,” you said into the phone, shooting him a look.

rafe just grinned, leaning back like he hadn’t done anything wrong.

the fifth time

“careful!” you warned as rafe grabbed your hand, admiring the shiny new polish on your nails. “they’re still wet.”

he raised an eyebrow. “so? i’m not touching them.”

“still, don’t mess with me,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him as he pulled you closer.

he smirked. “mess with you? i’d never.”

before you could argue, he kissed you, holding you close despite your half-hearted attempts to scold him.

“rafe! now i’m all distracted,” you whined, though you couldn’t help the smile creeping onto your face.

“good,” he said, grinning. “you’re cuter when you’re distracted.”

bonus

it had been a long day, and rafe was lying on the couch, his head resting on a pillow as he flipped through channels. he looked so relaxed, so content, that you couldn’t help but be drawn to him.

without a word, you climbed onto the couch and settled beside him, resting your head on his chest.

“hey,” he said, his voice soft as he looked down at you.

“hey,” you replied, tilting your head up to look at him.

he raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised when you leaned up and kissed him gently.

when you pulled back, he grinned. “what was that for?”

“just felt like it,” you said with a shrug, though your cheeks were warm.

“you’re cute when you’re sweet,” he teased, pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“don’t let it go to your head,” you mumbled, but you couldn’t hide the smile on your face.