#piano tshirt

[caffeinatedkris]

(via "One Hundred Dollar Grand Piano with Bench" Acrylic Block for Sale by kristalcurt)

[kpop-bbg]

[sleepanonymous]

No information on this upload, and I might not have links/screenshots for any more going forward unless I happen across some. I'm not actively searching for lost media though so 🤷‍♀️I hope you enjoy regardless 🖤

March 2024 Update

The way I read this description, went "HA! I knew Ves was a dog person!" and then paused to think and went on a Google spree. For my friends outside of the UK, a sherbet lemon is a type of hard candy with a powdered sherbet filling. Ves, I... I don't think puppies are supposed to eat these, mate...

Aaany way, now Ves is playing stadiums and we've come full circle here 😌

[web4ycom]

[ellenhenryart]

Sold, thank you! 🎹🧤😷🎶

Find this design here 👉

https://www.teepublic.com/t-shirt/22721087-bernie-sanders-wearing-mittens-makes-music-memes

[fish-musical]

Colorful fish with a piano

[ares857]

internet find

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[samemmart]

https://samemmart.etsy.com

Hand printed goblin grid t shirts

Large + XL available

[twodogs-twocats]

Sleep Token as Roomates

For whatever reason, my Sleep Token fixation has chosen to lodge itself in my brain in the form of a New Girl-esque scenario…

Translation: You and all four band members are roommates. Annnd there is definitely romantic tension with every one of them.

Content Warning: very little justification for any of this. Just my 🌈imagination🌈

POV: fem reader

Vessel:

- the one everyone thinks is in charge.

- the most fun one to do chores with. he will get them done, but have a good time along the way. car karaoke on the way to get groceries, dance parties in the kitchen while cooking, playing the floor is lava while vacuuming. he will always try to make you smile even during the most boring of tasks

- workout gear everywhere. he’s got a pull up bar installed above his door, where he does shirtless pull-ups every morning. you only watch sometimes…

- honestly, probably always shirtless in general

- the best smelling of the bunch. lights incense and candles on the reg

- always doing little things to impress you. like as soon as you come home, he starts playing piano, or doing pushups. and then will pretend he didn’t know you were home when he catches you watching

- likes to come up behind you. if you are standing at the kitchen counter, he will reach around you to grab something, with his chest pressed up against you. he uses his size to his advantage, and he gets the sense you like how big he is

- paints your nails sometimes. and sometimes wants you to paint his. black polish only

- a very good cook. often cooks family dinners

- a bit unhinged, but I could see vessel borrowing your clothes and jewelry. like going to bed in your tshirt or stealing some of your rings for his shows

- honestly, I just picture roommate vessel as a generally soft goof

II

- the one who’s actually in charge

- very clean and organized. keeps everyone else in line (if you know the show new girl, to me, II is a quieter, scarier Schmidt lol)

- he’s the best listener. when you have had a rough day, he will listen to you vent for hours. or if you need help making a decision, he will help talk you through it. he gives 100% attention to everything you say

- he will surprise you with finishing little chores for you. you’ll come home to a freshly washed car, or your laundry already folded

- a plant guy. always brings home plants and takes very good care of them. runs your little family garden

- morning person. this man is up at the crack of dawn and has already accomplished about a dozen things before anyone else is even up

- enjoys learning about your hobbies. if you are a reader, he wants to know what you’re reading. if you’re trying to learn something new, he will help you practice

- toxic trait is that he would be the most jealous if you ever brought someone home. like very openly hostile

- light touches. like he tries so hard to keep it platonic, but you’ll feel his hand on your back when he walks around you, or his fingers will linger on yours just too long if he hands you something

III

- the messiest of the bunch. like he will help out with cleaning, but if anyone is leaving laundry or dirty dishes around, it’s this man (often causes little spats with II)

- loud and fun. he is always singing, dancing, playing music. when you get home he will greet you with a big hug. his goal in life is to make you laugh

- likes to braid your hair. and you help him with his space buns

- takes the longest in the bathroom for sure. He enjoys regular bubble baths, and often teases you that you are welcome to join him

- when III’s energy has come down a bit, he is a master at chilling. Im talking movie nights with popcorn and candy, building blanket forts with lots of pillows. (he will sometimes try to sneak an arm around your shoulder. Not unusual for you two to end up *platonically* cuddling on the couch)

- the best dancer. You always bring him when you go out dancing or to a concert.

- the most openly flirty. will always compliment your outfits and tell you how beautiful you look.

- he will also find any way possible to touch you, even when it’s completely unnecessary — hugs when you come home, putting his hand on your knees when he’s talking to you, and occasionally even kissing you on the cheek. he especially loves to see you blushing and flustered

- tinkers with his guitar into the late hours of the night. the sound often puts you to sleep

IV

- the most “bro”-y of the roomates

- like the only one of you who will ever put sports on tv (and you all complain and tell him to put on something else)

- the house barista. makes great coffee and is very particular about his process.

- you like to take naps with IV. You both will pile on the couch and fall asleep watching some stupid comedy. you often end up with your head in his lap and his hand resting on your waist.

- has a bit of a staring problem. he is the most obvious one about checking you out, and he does not seem to care if you notice. when you get dressed up, he will give you a full head to toe scan, and then proceed to stare at you like he wants to eat you (and he probably does, of course)

- enjoys going on walks with you. might not say much, but he always has a good time

- adds lots of artistic touches to the home. buying art or cool knickknacks to add around the house. this man has excellent taste

- the most protective of you. makes sure he knows where you are at and who you’re with. installed a lock on your bedroom door so you could have some privacy. (but he kept a key for himself, you know, just in case)

Etc.

- you definitely have a black house cat, and II is definitely the cat’s favorite

- your living room has been taken over by musical instruments. there is always, always music playing in the house

- all the boys are great at comforting you when you are sad. I could see any one of them holding you while you cry

- big family movie nights. all the boys love movies, so you will all regularly get together to watch something

[the-woild-is-y-erster]

GUESS WHO JUST FOUND HIS TOP GUN TSHIRT

it’s from kansas city bbq in san diego, where they filmed the great balls of fire scene in the first one, i got it last year when we went on a cali trip, and yes the piano was there, and yes i did play great balls of fire and i felt like the coolest son of a bitch ever

[kpop-bbg]

[sweetcolorfulies]

⛧ DR FRIENDS INTRO

Theodore Nott - S/O!

⛧ nicotine addict. arctic monkeys. cats. alcohol. taking a nap better than sex. kiara bianchi. goofy tshirts. movies. vladimir nabokov. matching bracelets. mattheo is my husband. enzo is my second husband. weed. måneskin. chase atlantic. gf forcing me to listen lana del rey. yapping.

Elizabeth C. Black @wishicouldkeepconcentration

⛧ musician. guitar. photography. sex pistols. cigarettes after sex. nbhd. queen. bowie. bowie to my freddie. olivia rodrigo. baby came home. adhd queen. bisexual. mattheo’s gf. introvert. listening music all day. yapping. tea. coffee. baking. cactus. aesthetic is my life. looking gay asf.

Mattheo Riddle

⛧ the smiths. sex pistols. nbhd. i have a gf. lazy. nicotine addict. vodka. silent treatment. princess treatment. vinyls. record player. dancing around in the dorm room. fav hobby is watching my gf. death stare. protective. possesive. theo is my husband. enzo is also my husband.

Lorenzo Berkshire

⛧ reading all the time. plants. flower boy. jewellery. chess. smart. cigarettes after sex. nbhd. lana del rey. olivia rodrigo. bon jovi. kinda gay look. piano. aesthetic. coffee. learning french. croissant. oscar wilde. sunflower. mattheo and theo are my husbands. the only one who has healthy family life.

[thekidsare-not-alright]

just how wild is tourdust, you ask? more than you could ever know

Patrick plays whatever fuck all song(s) he wants on piano every night

Spotlight (Oh Nostalgia)

MANIA song, The Last of the Real Ones, permanent fixture on the setlist

Crazy train and Don't Stop Believin covers

Joe giving away free signed copies of his book via hiding them in seats

Date/venue-exclusive lyric tshirts

Clandestine merch??

We Didn't Start the Fire updated Billy Joel cover

What A Catch, Donnie

Grimace shakes

Giant floating dog head lip syncing

Save Rock & Roll permanent on the setlist

New live deep cut every night, no patterns detected, no repeats, code names on the setlists, brought to you by a fucking magic 8 ball

ginasfs. live.

Is it Hum or Take Over tonight you don't get to know

Michael fuckin Way played bass for Fall Out Boy during Saturday 7/1 what the fuck. What the fuck what the fuck fuck fuck fuck what the fuck what the fuck

prince and queen piano covers btw if you even care

Taylor Swift collab comes out next week can't wait for that collateral damage who knows what to expect

Calm Before the Storm permanent on the setlist

Pavlove about to be on spotify?

Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes every night.

btw this is the day after mikey liked a mcr5 tiktok

pete's magic trick idek

headfirst slide permanent fixture on the setlist in 2023 we made it happen

so many patrick hugs on stage

"spinning around you" *finger motion*

this is day 7

[justmeinatree]

01 - Made Of Something New : Intro

Summary : you meet niall in your hotel bar. and there’s an intense connection.

Word Count : 2.4k

A/N : hey all ! this is the intro chapter to a 10 part fic. this story has been tucked away in my notes for over a year, it’s def time to share ! there are no trigger warnings in this part, but before getting too invested, there are general fic trigger warnings over here. ✌️

GIF : @horansqueen

May 9th - Vancouver, Canada

you look at the clock in your hotel room for the 6th time in the last half hour. you were bored. 

it was always a fairly good time when your work sent you off to different places. you got to explore some of the biggest cities around the world, in exchange for a few meetings here and there. it was worth it really, especially since you loved travelling. with your job, you were typically sent off somewhere different once or twice a month.

but you were about to go absolutely insane if you had to look at those 4 god awful pink walls, green carpet and dark brown curtains for much longer. it was lonely at times, travelling for work, as you had some colleagues that joined, but you weren’t always all that close to them. 

it was your last night in vancouver, not much to do, except stare at a clock and some walls apparently. vancouver was a regular stop for your work, coming to the city a few times a year. you had done the touristy things, even found a few underground gems, none of which seemed to fit the mood you were in tonight. as you weighed out your options, you decided to put some clothes on and make your way down to the hotel bar. if anything, you could have some quality time to yourself, watching the people around you. it always intrigued you to look at others go about their lives, wondering what their story was. 

you slipped on a simple grey tshirt dress that came down mid thigh, hugged your skin, showed off a bit of cleavage and came up to some thin straps over your shoulders. you made your way down, walked up to the lady at the bar, ordering your usual gin and tonic and going to find an empty table.

you examined the bar carefully. it was nice, a little cozy pub feel with an older man playing piano in the back corner. the walls were a deep purple, the carpet was bright red, all furniture was a brown wood. it felt like the vibe shouldn’t work but it did and you found yourself relaxing into your chair, watching people go about around you. you loved watching people be. just seeing how everyone was sort of the same but so so different. it was interesting to you. 

as your eyes scanned the room, they fell on a table of guys, around your age, being a little louder than everyone else in the room. upon seeing the amount of empties on their table, you weren’t surprised. they were tucked away in the far corner of the bar, a rambunctious bunch, but not causing any issues. as they all started laughing loudly, one of them stood out from the rest. a big boisterous laugh that despite yourself, couldn’t keep the smile from curling your lips up at the corners.

you didn’t know what the joke was, but you wanted whoever said it to say it again and again, in hopes of hearing that beautiful laugh over and over. someone, somewhere heard your silent wish as the man the laugh belonged to, stood up, laughing again, as he made his way to the bar to get more drinks for the table.

and that’s when you recognized him. you knew who he was, knew his music. didn’t know much about him but you always had quite the crush on him. could he be more beautiful in person ? you weren’t sure, but you were absolutely going to find out. 

you wait for him to go back to his table, drinks lining a tray in his hand, before heading to the bar yourself. you order 2 tequila shots, quickly downing those as you know you’ll need the courage. you get another gin and tonic to sip on as you contemplate how to go about this. you definitely didn’t want to waltz up to a table full of drunk guys, that’s for fucking sure.

you decide to flag down the lady at the bar again, pointing towards his table. “the irish one,” you hum. “his next order, can you put that on my tab ?” you smile politely. 

she smiles back, nodding “just a heads up, they’ve been spending quite a bit at that table.”

“yeah, i figured. it’s fine. no worries !” you smile back, shaking your head to yourself in disbelief that you’re actually going about this, as you take your drink and head back to your table.

the tv on the wall catches your attention for a little while, a natural disaster story keeping your eyes glued to the screen.

you never saw him approaching, feeling a presence by your side, making you turn your attention away from the tv. he has a guiness in one hand, his other hand resting against the back of the chair next to you, fingers tapping on the wood. “s’this seat taken ?” he hums.

your eyes scan up from his fingers, over his arm and neck, to his face as he speaks, and yes, yes he is more beautiful up close. 

“no, it’s not. make yourself comfortable,” you offer him a warm smile. “i’m y/n”.

“niall” he smiles, extending his hand for you to shake once he’s seated. “thanks for the drink, you really didn’t have to do that.” he chuckles lightly, “although i can’t say i’m complaining”.

you giggle softly, shrugging, “figured there was no better way to get a good looking irish man’s attention than paying for his alcohol.”

niall laughs loudly, making you laugh as well. “you’ve got a point there, love,” he chuckles, his hand giving yours a little squeeze. you were absolutely fucked already and you knew it. his skin was so warm, his hand engulfing yours as it squeezed.

“you don’t have to keep me company,” you smile sheepishly, secretly hoping for him to stay. “seemed to be having a good time with your friends over there. wouldn’t want you to miss out on any of the laughs.”

“i see them all the time,” niall shakes his head. “would rather be looking at your pretty face anyway.”

you blush and giggle at his comment, biting your lip, “smooth one aren’t ya ?”

niall laughs again, his hand running through his hair, a light blush on his cheeks, “i try. but it usually doesn’t work this well.”

“maybe the irish charm is extra strong tonight,” you smile at him, teasingly, before shaking your head. “you’re trouble aren’t you ?”

“what makes you say that ?” niall chuckles, hand on his chest. “i’m an absolute sweet heart. wouldn’t hurt a fly. no trouble at all,” he adds as innocently as he can muster up.

“i don’t believe that for a second,” you giggle at him. “i think trouble has a way of following you around.”

niall shrugs, biting his lip, knowing he’s gotten himself in loads of trouble time and time again, but for some reason not wanting to admit to it. not to you anyway. “is a bit of trouble a bad thing ?” he hums.

“never said it was,” you smirk cheekily at him.

“i think you’re the one that’s trouble,” he hums. he’s never met someone he’s been so comfortable with, so quickly, in a long time. since being thrown into celebrity status over a decade ago, he’s had his guard up with everyone he meets. never know who’s cozying up to him for money, or fame, or even just some juicy gossip. but for some reason, all of that fades with you. he’s scared to no end, but he can’t seem to stop himself from chatting you up. loving the comfort you exude, he stays with you, relaxing into the welcomed feeling he can’t remember sensing in a long time. especially with a stranger at a hotel bar.

you keep up the small talk, finding out that he’s staying at the hotel for the one night, making his way quickly through vancouver for some press for the new album. you explain to him that it’s your last night in town, happy to be heading home tomorrow, but also excited for your next work trip, it was to be your first time in the uk. 

“first time in the uk ?,” niall asks excitedly, making you nod. “there’s so many places you have to check out !” he adds animatedly listing off an impressive amount of restaurants, bars and fun touristy spots.

“think i’ll need to start writing these down,” you chuckle at his enthusiasm. “or get myself a real good tour guide,” you add suggestively. praying to whatever god may be listening that he’ll take the bait.

niall smiles, a small laugh escaping his lips, oh so wishing he could see you again. he knows he shouldn’t, and honestly quite probably can’t. “i know what you’re trying to do. want me to give my amazing tour guiding skills for free,” he smiles, hoping a little banter may help ease the seriousness. 

“we need refills,” niall hums, changing the subject, nodding his head towards your empty cup. “these ones are on me, what are you drinking, love ?” he asks as he stands up, his hand smoothing over your shoulder as he asks. he needed the distraction, needed some time away, some time to breathe and clear his head. god, what were you doing to him? and why was he feeling this way?

while he’s on his way to the bar, you notice him taking a deep breath, hand running through his hair. you wondered what was going through his mind as he ordered the drinks. 

niall was battling himself the entire time he was waiting on the drinks. he couldn’t believe the attraction he was feeling towards you. it was like a pull he couldn’t quite explain. his body, his mind, were just screaming at him. the thought of his life back home keeps popping into his mind. those thoughts quickly replaced by the tingling sensation in his fingertips. he had never felt skin as soft as yours, that he was sure about. he was truly fucked. and he was beginning to worry that you were right. that trouble definitely had a way of finding him. the lust he felt towards you was strong, but even more than that, the trust, the safety. there was something about you, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he didn’t want to leave your side. you calmed him with a simple conversation, like no one else ever could.

the few moments apart from him, helped you collect your thoughts as well. he was gorgeous, and it was obvious that hollywood had shaped him. he stole the attention in the room. whether you knew who he was or not, you knew he was somebody. he exuded confidence in a way you’ve never seen before. you felt your tummy flip as you watched him walk back. you were absolutely fucked, and you knew it. maybe having drinks with your celebrity crush wasn’t the best idea after all.

you notice that he’s got his fingers wrapped around his guiness, your gin and tonic, and two shot glasses. as he puts the drinks down on the table and his fingers unwrap themselves from the glassware, you notice how long his fingers are. you couldn’t help but think of what they could do to you. heat pooling between your thighs as you notice the little droplets of water on his fingertips from the condensation on the glass.

without really realizing, your hand reaches out for his, your fingertips lightly dancing over his palm and the length of his fingers. niall’s breath catches in his throat as he watches you, a spark of electricity running through his hand.

you quickly shake your thoughts out of your head, removing your hand from his, really taking notice in the shot glasses on the table, as well as your drinks, for the first time. you look up at him with a questioning glance, “shots ?”

“i figured a shot would be fun,” he chuckles, shrugging his shoulders, sitting back down, truthfully just needing something a little stronger. “the lady at the bar said you seemed to like tequila.”

you giggle, nodding, “may have had a couple shots before having her put your drinks on my tab,” you admit shyly, your cheeks turning a light pink at your confession.

niall looks at you, one eyebrow raised, “why’s that ?”

you blush a bit under his stare, “needed a little liquid courage before buying drinks for someone as gorgeous as you.”

he laughs loudly, hiding his face in his face in his hand. and you’re not having it for one second. you wrap your hand around his wrist, pulling his hand away from his face. niall’s blushing hard, making you smile sweetly at him. your voice barely louder than a whisper as your eyes scan over his face, “you really are beautiful.”

“stop,” niall murmurs, his breath hitching, a pained look on his face. “you’re absolutely killing me.”

your hand reaches out for his neck, fingertips playing with the soft whispy hairs, absolutely dying to have his lips pressed against yours. you need to know how he tastes, how his mouth feels against yours. but his hand is incredibly quick to lightly grip your wrist as he pulls your hand away from his body, a heavy look taking over his features. he cant risk getting caught with you. can’t risk what kind of story he’d be waking up to. all the texts blowing up his phone.

“did i do something wrong ?” you ask him, giving his knee a squeeze as he shakes his head, no.

“fuck, i want you so bad,” he mumbles, his head tipped back, eyes closed, battling with himself.

as he looks back at you, eyes locking with yours, the words start spilling out of his mouth, “i don’t think i’ve ever wanted anyone this badly in my entire life, if i’m being totally honest. my heart is beating out of my chest in the best and worst way possible all at once. why am i even telling you that ?” he mumbles the last part under his breath. “fuck, fuck, i really should be going back to the lads, i think. i - you should know that, i have a girlfriend back home.”

Part 2

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Series Masterlist

Main Masterlist

[anistarrose]

🎁 and barry bluejeans, please and thank u :3 -ise

great news! i have objectively too many barry images (this is the pared down version) :3

Image description:

a textpost reading: "how to be scary and evil while still bringing joy and comfort to everyone around me"

a tumblr ask reading: "didn't you die" and a response reading: "that was weeks ago dude. things change"

a mug that reads "freak in the sheets" next to the logo and interface of Microsoft Excel,

the Wikipedia page for "Extreme Ironing," including a picture of a person ironing their clothes on top of a rock formation,

a textpost reading: "nice things will happen but first you have to lose all hope and die 45 times"

a textposing reading "gonna go have plot important sex with my protagonist wife"

a billboard that reads "this year thousands of men will die from stubbornness" with an additional sentence spray-painted on, reading "no we won't"

a piano sitting on the side of the road with a sign reading "haunted / free / priceless antique"

a textpost reading: "me personally? i die every night and come back wrong every morning but no one notices because I've been doing that for a long time so it's just kinda par for the course"

a textpost reading: "brunette man disorder," then in the reblog, "bisexual brunette man disorder"

a shirt that reads: "I suffer from CRS (Can't Remember Shit)"

a textpost reading: "tshirt that says: i care what ghosts think of me"

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