#rockstar au tbt

[tamedgod]

‘ You’ll never know if you don’t ever try again, so let’s try. ’ // for xiao from kouei iykyk

death of a bachelor

he knew.

and why wouldn't he? kouei had known xiao for a long time now, it stood to reason that he would pick up on things like this faster than other people around them. and while xiaolong had talent in many things, being honest about and working through his feelings wasn't one of them. golden gaze drops to the guitar he's lightly strumming in hand, a knot of fear tying itself up in his gut. he thinks back on what happened before, and how it could have ruined the friendship he had — and how humiliated it still made him feel. no... he couldn't — do this. not again. tongue brushes over his lips as xiao chuckles nervously; there was no point in trying to hide it from kouei now.

"...look, man." the guitar falls silent as he contemplates how to truthfully express himself — something he neither enjoyed nor was any good at. a half smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as a light scoff escapes him. "i, uh — it's fine. it's fine the way... the way things are right now." 《LIAR》 "i think this is a door best left unopened."

even as the words came out of his own mouth, a wave of disappointment crashed over him. his foot was tapping incessantly due to his nervous energy, pictures of the person in question flitting through his mind. he could learn to be happy with her being at a distance, couldn't he? the way things were? the three of them sharing this adventure together like this, until time came for it to end? he could be happy with that. he would be happy with that. he was happy with that.

a moment of silence passes as he continues to think on it, before xiao takes a breath and brushes all the emotions away. the guitar hums back to life in his hands.

"besides, we have more important shit to worry about. haru, ah, found us a gig this weekend — kirya is working out all the logistics. we gotta focus up, bro."

[a-shelasso]

DAMSEL IN DISTRESS IS a costume too frightening for Diana to entertain even on Halloween. Yet, she paints a picture not too far from it, stranded on a jagged road in the middle of nowhere, with flames sparking from her engine. It’s not too terrible of a view, truly. And indeed, the whole ordeal has confirmed Diana’s theory that horses are the preferable method of transportation. 

Not everything needs to be updated with bloody technology! Alas, she digresses. 

The most important thing is that she and her dinosaur costume have survived this wretched accident. She holds the self-made uniform preciously in her arms. 

❝ I don’t suppose it is custom in your country to hold a celebration of life for vehicles? ❞ 

@valorxus

[astridexner]

Wie du am Festival zum Social Media Rockstar wirst

Du bist auf einem Festival und hast dein Handy dabei. Die besten Voraussetzungen also, um deinen Festivalbesuch richtig in Szene zu setzen. Damit auch alle sehen, wie viel Spaß du hast, gibt es in jeder Festivalsituation Dos und Don’ts zu beachten.

Es ist dein erstes Festival?

Schick Mama und Papa gleich am ersten Tag ein schönes Foto auf Whatsapp. Und zwar nachdem das Zelt aufgebaut ist und bevor irgendjemand in die Wiese kotzt. So sind sie beruhigt und bleiben im Glauben, dass du mit deiner Freundesgruppe einen harmlosen Ausflug machst.

Ab sofort keine Fotos mehr auf Facebook oder sonst irgendwelchen spießigen Elternplattformen. Sobald du das erste lauwarme Bier in der Hand hältst, kommuniziere nur noch per Text mit deinen Erziehungspersonen.

Finger weg vom Selfie-Modus. Du willst so wenig Beweise wie möglich für dein sturzbetrunkenes und wahrscheinlich peinliches Verhalten vom Vorabend.

Nimm dir ein zusätzliches Akku-Pack mit und schalte deine Datenverbindung aus, wann immer du sie nicht unbedingt benötigst. Du wirst es bereuen, wenn dein Handy tot ist und du in der Dunkelheit dein Zelt nicht mehr findest.

Du willst der Mode-Guru des Festivals werden?

Hier rennen zwar keine Kardashians rum, aber tu ruhig so, als wärst du beim Coachella, Baby. Die #festivalfashion Vorbereitung sollte aber nicht nur Outfits und Haarschmuck beinhalten, sondern auch eine ausgeklügelte Social Media Strategie.

Welcher Filter zu welcher Wetterlage? Duh, natürlich immer ein blaustichiger für die Bohemian Blogger Farbästhetik und ein warmer Farbton, um deine sommerliche Bräune zur Geltung zu bringen oder einen bewölkten Tag sonniger scheinen zu lassen.

Für lustige Tierkostüme, Borat-Outfits oder Ganzkörper-Latexanzüge legst du dir am besten ein eigenes Profil an und forderst alle auf, dir zu folgen, wenn sie sich mit dir fotografieren lassen. Instant Fame!

Wenn du schon dabei bist, warum nicht gleich ein Follow Me Around für deinen YouTube-Kanal drehen? Du hast total recht, du bist eh viel spannender als diese ganzen Bands. Frag im Autogrammzelt trotzdem immer nach einem Selfie. Du kannst ja später noch googeln, wer das gerade eigentlich war.

Du reist für ein Festival ins Ausland?

Dein Social-Media-Abenteuer beginnt schon bei der Abreise und hat nur ein Ziel: Neid und #FOMO bei denen hervorzurufen, die nicht dabei sind. Nutze die Internetverbindung noch schnell aus und snapchatte vom Flughafen (Geofilter nicht vergessen), denn im Ausland bist du auf WLAN-Verfügbarkeit angewiesen.

Echtzeit-Social-Media wird also schwierig. Aber je weniger du teilst, desto eher werden alle glauben, dass du gerade zu viele naise Sachen IRL erlebst und keine Zeit für das Internet hast. Halte am besten die schönsten Motive fest und mach später in einer ruhigen Minute ein #latergram. Oder einen #TBT-Post, wenn du wieder daheim bist.

Falls dir doch mal fad sein sollte, check in deiner Unterkunft Tinder aus. Es findet sich sicher jemand, der dir "die Gegend zeigen" kann. Wenn alles gut geht, entfallen sogar deine Hotelkosten. Win-win!

Das Festival findet in der Nähe deines Wohnortes statt?

Endlich mal ein Festival, bei dem du zu Hause duschen, schlafen und dein Handy gemütlich an der eigenen Steckdose aufladen kannst. Snapchat und andere Stromfresser-Apps, das ist eure große Chance! Filme und fotografiere, was das Zeug hält. Egal wie peinlich, nach 24 Stunden ist eh alles wieder weg.

Aber bitte – bitte! – verschicke deine Snaps ohne Ton, wenn du nach dem 10. Bier aus der 50. Reihe das Konzert festhalten willst. Der vermeintlich beste Gig deines Lebens wird sonst zu einer Qual für alle, die sich zu Hause übersteuerte Töne zu deinem wackligen Video anhören müssen, auf dem eh niemand was erkennen kann. So wird niemand die Magie dieses Moments verstehen. Schreib wenigstens im Text dazu, wen du da gerade abfeierst.

Du bist auf einem Showcase-Festival?

Ah, ein Paradies für Menschen, die sich etwas auf ihren Musikgeschmack einbilden. Hör dir unbedingt vorab die offizielle Spotify-Playlist an, um als Tastemaker durchzugehen. Nur so kannst du dir in einem Meer voller (noch) unbekannter Bands eine Meinung bilden, mit der du dann während des Festivals alle zutexten kannst.

Erstell dir mit der Festival-App einen Plan, wen du wann und wo sehen willst, sonst kannst du leicht mal den Überblick verlieren.

Wenn dir etwas gefällt, twitter sofort darüber (offiziellen Festival-Hashtag nicht vergessen!), damit alle mitbekommen, wie sehr du dich auskennst.

Pro Tip: Erzähl schon während der Shows möglichst vielen Menschen von deinem Tumblr, damit deine Festival-Review dort dann später auch viele Likes bekommt.

Du bist Backstage gelandet?

Pics or it didn’t happen? Soooo falsch. Egal ob du zur Crew gehörst, Teil der Band bist oder es sonst wie geschafft hast, im Backstage-Bereich abzuhängen: Relax. Es kommt dir vielleicht wie die beste Idee ever vor, deinen Access-All-Areas-Pass abzufotografieren und ihn mit den Hashtags #workhard #viplife #freedrinks #omgnebenmirstehtmaurice zu instagrammen oder zu snappen, damit der Pöbel sehen kann, wie cool du bist. Aber du hast dich soeben als Anfänger geoutet.

Tu lieber so, als wäre das für dich Alltag. Niemand mag Angeber. Für jeden Like, den du auf so ein Foto bekommst, gibt es zehn Menschen, die die Augen verdrehen und überlegen, ob sie dir entfolgen sollen. Bleib locker und lass die Finger von deiner Handykamera.

Zuerst erschienen am 31. Mai 2016 auf thegap.at und in The Gap Festivalsommer 2016.

[cutieodonoghue]

simple and sweet

summary: little sequel to this rockstar au mixed with best friends get pregnant fic (alternatively, “so much beautiful sweet fluff” - @swans-and-pirates)

word count: ~1800

a/n: I wrote more because it’s Friday and I needed to flex my writing muscles weeee (thanks to Meagan for reading and flailing! <3)

They’re all giggles when they fall into their bed on the evening of their wedding.

They’d decided unanimously that of course they’d get married without making a big deal out of it. 

They didn’t tell anyone, and while they might come to regret the decision later, as Emma feels the cool metal of her husband’s wedding band against her skin, her heart leaps and she can’t help from grinning wide.

He kisses her sweetly and settles a hand over her middle while they catch their breath, just staring at one another in the aftermath of the most beautiful and wonderful day she’s ever had.

“Bloody hell,” Killian whispers, laughing under his breath. Her legs tangle with his and she bites on her lip to keep from laughing too loudly. “I cannot believe we’re married.”

Emma’s fingers tangle with his and she strokes her thumb over his. “You’re my husband.”

Killian grins, his eyes trailing over her face. “Aye. I know.” He kisses her soundly. “You’re my wife.”

She giggles. Her heart feels warm at the mention of her new title.

“Yeah.” Emma searches his eyes. “I know.”

Killian kisses her again and she delights in it, desperate to hold onto this moment forever. She presses her hand against his cheek and their foreheads touch.

“We really should have told someone,” Emma sighs. “I have a feeling we’re going to be obvious.”

Killian laughs sweetly. “I vote we change not a thing, my wife.”

He meets her eyes when she shifts her head to rest on the edge of her pillow.

“But what about Liam?” Emma wonders. “Or Mary Margaret?”

He kisses the tip of her nose. “When we’re ready, we can tell them.”

“Yeah,” Emma smiles softly. She squeezes his hand. “What’s our next step?”

Killian sighs heavily. “Sleep. Worry about tomorrow in the morning.”

She can’t say she disagrees with the sentiment. Her hand cups his cheek again and she kisses his lips softly.

“You have the most beautiful mind, Killian Jones. I’m so lucky.”

Killian stares at her, smiling gently with sleep weighing heavy in his eyes. “No, I think I’m the lucky one.” His fingers caress her belly and butterflies attack her there. “So bloody lucky.”

///

Her husband is a bed hog.

She realizes it as soon as she wakes up the morning after their wedding. He has limbs spread in every direction and she’s almost on the edge of the bed.

Emma rolls her eyes. She shoves the arm that’s hanging over her middle away. He jerks awake, sucking in a harsh breath as his groan rumbles out.

“What’s happening?”

“Killian, you’re a bed hog,” she mumbles into her pillow. She curls up facing him and he winces as he rakes his fingers through his hair.

“Well, to be fair I’ve spent my life not sharing a bed with my wife,” he says thickly.

“Laying on the charm pretty thick for a guy who almost kicked his pregnant wife out of bed.” Emma snaps.

Killian sighs. He reaches over and tugs her to him. “Swan, I’m sorry.”

“You’re only sorry because I’m mad at you.” Emma grumbles.

Killian kisses her cheek and nose and forehead. “Mm. No. I’m sorry because I’m in the wrong, darling.”

Emma can’t help but smile at the statement. She softens, but only a little. She shoves at his chest but then cups his face between her hands so she can study him in the morning glow.

“What are we doing?” she asks in a whispered giggle.

Killian laughs with her. His hand caresses her side. “I don’t know.” He chuckles. “I truly have no bloody idea. I just love you.”

Emma reaches for his hand and settles it over her middle. “I just love you too.”

Killian smiles, crinkles forming beside his eyes. “That’s enough.”

“Yeah. It’s enough.”

///

She’s showing. Like, showing, showing.

None of her pants fit and she can’t seem to make it through a trip to the store without someone stopping her wondering when she’s due.

It doesn’t help that she has Killian with her, eager to step into his role as her husband and father of the little life growing inside of her.

Somehow, though, he makes it better when he kisses her temple and tells her, “Joy is something to be shared.”

Emma quirks an eyebrow. “So should we share with our friends now?”

Killian sighs. “Probably.”

///

They’re living together in Killian’s loft apartment.

There are photographs of the two of them on the fridge and in frames all around the place. Her favorite mug sits beside his on the counter. Their books mingle on the bookshelves. The same can be said of their movie collections.

Her throw pillows are on his couch and their clothes are kind of scattered everywhere in their bedroom. It being that Killian’s back from tour and Emma just moved in while she’s been growing out of her clothes, she reasons that it makes sense.

Killian invites their friends- mostly just members of the band and a few of Emma’s close friends from work- and Emma cleans while he cooks dinner.

By the time the first of their guests arrive, Emma has a nervous knot in her stomach and she keeps anxiously fluffing the pillows on the couch.

“Darling,” Killian comes to her and massages the kinks out of her shoulder blades. “It’ll be perfectly fine.”

“Right,” Emma sighs. She closes her eyes and shakes her head. “We’re just telling them that I’m five months pregnant and that we got married all in one sitting. No big deal.”

Her husband stops what he’s doing and she turns to face him completely.

“You look beautiful.”

Emma feels a blush in her cheeks. She shakes her head. “You’re my husband so you have to say that.”

“I mean it,” Killian promises. He rubs her arm. “Are you ready?”

Emma takes a deep breath. “No.”

Killian laughs heartily. He leans in and kisses her forehead. “I’m here. Okay?”

“Okay.”

///

Mary Margaret probably could pass out cold.

David looks completely shocked and almost affronted that nobody said anything.

Liam, who has had no idea that she’s pregnant, initially was angry before Killian announced their second bit of news to his brother.

After that, it became a game of catching up and warm hugs.

Killian’s band reacts with a mixture of excitement and confusion.

Robin claims he already knew, but Emma thinks he’s just trying to play it off because he wasn’t invited to their wedding.

///

“It went okay,” Emma murmurs when they get ready for bed that night.

Killian meets her eyes in the mirror. He has his toothbrush in his mouth when he smiles and nods. “It went okay.”

He spits and rinses. Emma does the same.

She turns to him. “We’re kind of stupid. Getting married like that.”

“Nah,” Killian shakes his head. “You’re my best friend. Who else is going to deal with me?”

Emma laughs. She can’t help it. “I am perfect for you, right?”

“Mm,” Killian leans down and captures her in a minty kiss. “Completely perfect.” He kisses her again. “Mrs. Jones.”

///

“We should get a puppy,” Killian says one night while they’re watching TV.

Emma sighs. “We’re already having a baby. Isn’t that enough to worry about?” She chews a few pieces of popcorn as she watches the screen and when Killian doesn’t answer, she looks up at him. “Killian-”

“Alright, alright,” Killian kisses her head. “It was just an idea.”

Emma frowns. “If you’re sad, I’ll be sad.”

“I’m not sad.”

She turns toward him and sets the popcorn bowl on the floor. “Killian.”

“Emma.”

Emma searches his eyes. “We’re young and impulsive enough as it is.”

“Exactly,” Killian says, as if it helps his case. “Why shouldn’t we get a puppy?”

“Because I’m your wife and I say no.”

///

@killianjones: thinking about getting a puppy, but my wife says no. hm.

///

@killianjones: just realized we never officially announced! #tbt that time we got married.

///

Emma receives the notifications one after the other while she’s folding laundry in the bedroom. She isn’t sure what she should be more concerned about, the puppy or the fact that she’s now officially the wife of one of the world’s most famous musicians.

“Babe, we’re not getting a puppy!”

“Damn.” Killian says, coming into the room with a small fluffy golden puppy tucked under his arm. “I guess I’ll just have to send him back-”

Emma laughs. “Killian Jones, you-” She goes to him and forces a stern look while she admires the tiny puppy in his arms. Her frown falls away in the moment that the puppy barks and seems to smile at her. “Fine. We can keep him.”

Killian grins.

///

@killianjones: officially announcing the latest addition to the Jones family, Jack (Sparrow).

///

“We have a doctor’s appointment, babe,” Emma laughs, swatting her husband when he groans into his pillow. She’s dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed. With an amused smile, she allows Jack to join them on the bed. She brings him to Killian’s face and the puppy licks him eagerly.

“Bloody hell, Sparrow-” Killian groans and runs a hand down Jack’s back to stop the licking. “Doctor’s?”

“I thought I told you about it,” Emma says. “Last night before bed.”

Killian sighs. “Darling, I don’t remember.”

Emma pulls Jack away from Killian and scratches under his ears. “Well, if we’re going to make it on time we have to leave in like ten minutes. I’m kind of excited to see if it’s a boy or a girl.”

That wakes him up. He sits up, wide eyes, and shakes his head.

“You don’t know yet?”

Emma laughs. She takes her fingers through his hair and tilts her head, smiling. “No. I wanted to wait for you.”

Killian takes her hand and kisses her palm. “Alright, then. Give me five minutes and I’ll be ready to leave.”

It takes him seven, but she can’t be mad when he’s singing and wondering aloud about what’ll happen during the appointment while she sits on their bed and waits for him.

///

“What do you think?” Emma asks when they sit in the back of a taxi. She rubs a hand over her belly. “Boy or girl?”

Killian studies her middle, his hand pressing against the high point. “Hmm… I’ve had it in my head for a while that it’s a girl.”

Emma hums. “Interesting.”

“Why is that interesting?”

“Because I think so too.” Emma smiles at him. “But I don’t care either way.”

///

The gel is cold, but Killian’s hand is warm.

The doctor is thrilled to see them both in attendance and even happier to find out about their recent marriage.

Killian gets tears in his eyes when they stare at the screen and Emma laughs happily when he kisses her cheek, murmuring again and again, “That’s our baby.”

“Do you want to know the sex?”

“Yes.”

“It’s a girl.”

///

“A girl, Swan! We’re having a baby girl!”

“Yes, I know,” Emma giggles. “We’re having a girl.”

[mounandback]

Au revoir @jhallyday. Une légende française s'éteint #rip #legend #rockstar . . . . . . #love #france #paris #instagood #photooftheday #tbt #followme #beautiful #picoftheday #instadaily #food #swag #amazing #fashion #igers #fun #summer #instalike #bestoftheday #smile #like4like #friends #instamood http://ift.tt/2iVv47w

[tamedgod]

i like to think , at least , things can't get any worse . // from kouei but to haru !!!

florence & the machine 《HEAVILY accepting》

chin resting in her hands, she's contemplative as he speaks, listening to his lament in silence. grey eyes watched him closely, analyzing his expression and movements. while the two had grown close throughout the years, haru found that getting a true read on kouei was akin to untangling a ball of yarn; for every knot undone, another one laid not far behind it. however, the difficulty of understanding the reality of the other's thoughts and feelings was nothing compared to haru's unending curiosity and tenacity — truly it was catnip to her nosiness.

and so with absolutely no hesitation she pushes up from her seat at the table, smoothly hopping straight over it to land in the seat beside kouei, now directly shoulder to shoulder with him. she purposely tilts over to lightly bonk her head against his own, leaving herself leaned against him as she heaved a sigh.

"...well, even if things do get worse, you have me, dummy." spoken very plainly, as if he might have forgotten such a fact. "xiao, too — but you and i both know he is more than capable of making things worse all on his own."

a small, gentle smile shows itself upon her features as haru lifts her head from kouei's, turning to really study him again. stormy grey eyes search his impossibly blue ones, attempting to see past the dead look that seemed to plague the other. she cants her head to the side as she stares at him, before reaching up to brush some hair out of his face. she opens her mouth to speak, voice soft and tone sprinkled with genuine care and concern.

"you always have something going on in there, don't you?" she gives his forehead a couple light taps. "even if you don't always show it."

[a-shelasso]

@valorxus​ | starter call. 

HARSH LIGHT ILLUMINATES THE tragedy etched onto celestial features, revealing the sorrow that festers in a heart broken by the world. She holds Steve close to her heaving chest, swaying slowly to a beat that demands hysteria. Bodies wither on the dance floor, sweat peeling from flesh and polluting the air. Alas, it is only them that exists within this illusion, perfect indeed is her dance partner. 

❛ Do you suppose you’ll save me from the devilry of this world, Steve? ❜