#btw the song is sometimes by alex g

[weird-cato]

sobs and explode

[tmp-jatp]

Guys I just wrote my first fic.

I mean, I’ve written fics before, but never finished them. But I was struck by inspiration and I’ve been trying harder to write while the muse is there because you never know when she’ll leave and not come back. I’m so excited to share this with you.

You can read it on AO3 here (2479 words btw) or read it below. I’d love it if you checked it out :)

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It was safe to say that Luke’s mind was near constantly full to the brim with music. As a songwriter, it was one of his favorite parts of himself. He had notebooks galore, all chock-full of half-written verses and melodies he hummed once in the shower and chord progressions he’d heard in a dream.

Usually, once he freed them from his mind via his pen, they were gone, saved in ink on the page. He would come back to them, to draw inspiration, to weave pieces together, to fashion them into full-fledged songs eventually.

There was always the one song that stuck around, though. It would never leave him, no matter how hard he tried.

He would hear pieces bouncing around between his ears. Sometimes it was a drum beat. Sometimes he heard snippets of words. Sometimes it was two voices, his and another always unrecognizable one, blending more beautifully than he would’ve thought possible as their two sounds danced together.

The Song had always been there, since before Luke could remember. At first there wasn’t much, just three notes that repeated over and over. One day, five more came to accompany them. As he had grown older, he’d learned what The Song meant.

Luke’s parents loved to sing their Song to one another, or they would sing it by themselves when they were alone to feel the other’s presence with them. It was a beautiful sound, and Luke loved hearing it. He asked his mom to sing their Song to him each night before bed for far more years than he would ever admit to Alex, Reggie, or Bobby.

When Luke tried to sing his parents’ Song, either by himself or with them, he’d found he never could. Even though he’d heard it a million times, his mind couldn’t recreate any part of it.

Luke would get frustrated and pout, but his mom would kneel down and smile at him.

“That’s because it isn’t your Song,” she’d told him. “Your father and I get to share this with each other and with other people, and it’s something that’s just ours. You have your own Song, and it’s just yours. One day you’ll find the person you get to share it with.”

Luke knew from middle school that he wanted to be a musician. He’d always been crafting songs, even while his own Song taunted him in its incompleteness.

When he’d gotten his first guitar for Christmas in seventh grade, another gift had come with it: more of The Song. He didn’t know which gift he valued more.

Luke learned how to play chords and arpeggios. He learned techniques while his hands learned the dexterity they needed. He developed muscle memory and honed an ability for transcribing music from his ears to his fingers.

The more he learned, the more his mind seemed to go wild with ideas at possibilities for songs. He started collecting notebooks. He always had one near or on his person with a pen also within reach. They filled haphazardly at the whims of Luke’s imagination.

Luke would play his ideas on his guitar and let them drift through his bedroom. They’d grow on their own and become more. It never felt like Luke was writing them, they just came to him.

His parents called it a gift.

When he wasn’t playing his songs, Luke was playing his Song. It burned into his mind. When he didn’t know where to go next with a piece, his fingers would always bring him back home.

The four boys started a band together. They met in Bobby’s garage and played their hearts out. Luke collected stray ideas all together to form and fill in coherent songs that they would play.

They sounded good.

The boys all knew about each other’s Songs by then. Reggie’s had a country twang to it that drove Luke crazy. He liked to play his Song’s chord progressions on his bass, but he was learning the banjo too to help him fill out the sound in his head. Alex was always humming his between reps and during set up and tear down, lost in his own world. It was soft and sweet, like a lullaby. When he got anxious, he would tap out rhythms and vocalize melodies to help calm himself down. Bobby’s Song was energetic and exciting, a sharp contrast to his shy self. He liked to play it on his electric before practices started and would always be finishing up just as the boys came into the garage, so they never heard much more than that which would seep out into the backyard.

None of them ever tried to replicate each other’s Songs. Songs were personal, they were intimate. Anyway, it wasn’t like they could recreate them, even if they tried.

Luke tried one night to transpose his Song to paper, but it never worked. His pen would hover above the sheet but never write anything at all. He tried to get something, anything, even just a word down, but it wouldn’t come out, determined to stay only inside his head. That was what Songs did.

They named their band Sunset Curve and started playing gigs. Other people liked their music, too.

Bobby became less shy when he was on stage, drawing energy from his Song to create a confidence that he would wear. Alex let out his anxiety on the drumset in a different way than how his Song would relieve his anxiety but which ended up helping just the same. Reggie wrote more country music in his free time. Sunset Curve never played it.

Luke grew older. His voice deepened and matured. One afternoon in the middle of practice, he stopped playing. The other three petered out once they noticed.

“Luke?” Alex asked from behind the set. “You okay?”

There was a voice singing his Song now. His voice was singing his Song.

“Yeah,” Luke smiled and assured. He didn’t explain what happened.

But after practice, he was humming again, a tune which complimented what they’d heard him play before. Reggie, Bobby, and Alex shared a grin while Luke wasn’t looking.

All four of them were in the music program at their high school. There were a lot of talented students in their class.

In junior year, there were a bunch of new freshmen who came up into the class. They showed a lot of promise. Sunset Curve became friends with a group of four of the freshmen. Their groups meshed well as eight, but they also all found a complement within themselves. Alex and Carrie liked to dance together. Reggie and Flynn explored new music genres and played pranks on the other six. Bobby and Nick became study partners. And Luke? Luke had Julie.

She was...well, she was Julie. She wasn’t afraid to be herself and wore it proudly, with her butterfly hair clips and dozen friendship bracelets and doodled shoes.

Reggie suggested that their group of eight should have a name. Flynn was unamused by Bobby’s suggestion of “Octuple Trouble”.

Luke wondered what the four freshmen’s Songs sounded like. He never asked. Songs were intimate, and lots of people were shy about other people hearing them. Songs revealed the deepest parts of your soul.

Luke knew that his soul was pure music and music alone.

Besides his parents and his brothers, no one ever heard Luke’s Song. No one else needed to hear his Song. It was his.

Julie, Carrie, and Flynn showed the boys how to make friendship bracelets. They explained how you made them for each other and then tied it on each other’s wrists so they would never come off as long as the friendship would last. Luke thought he would be embarrassed by wearing friendship bracelets and how it would clash with his style of jean chains and cutoff tees and metal rings, but somehow he wasn’t. They all eight hung out at Carrie’s house and tied bracelets for hours that night, with Star Wars playing in the background on the TV at Reggie and Nick’s requests. By the time they were finished, beads were in mis-matched piles on the ottomans and slivers of tape and string sprinkled the floor. It was one of the best nights of their lives.

Luke wore his bracelets proudly. They were dorky, but they were so them and Luke loved them. He had a purple and blue knotted pattern from Julie, and an orange and green one with beads that read B-I-C-E-P-S---M-C-G-E-E from Flynn.

Carrie made Alex something pink that Luke never saw closely. They’d spent the whole evening with her teaching him some fancy pattern of knots that would make a picture, so theirs matched one another’s.

Luke didn’t see what Bobby, Nick, or Reggie had made or for whom. He’d been too focused on his bracelet for Julie. He tried to channel all of his love for the friendship he’d found with her and with all eight of them into the strings, but his fingers that normally were so dextrous and able on the guitar couldn’t hold the strands with the right tension and it ended up a mess.

She loved it and wore it anyway.

Luke eventually had one bracelet from each person in Octuple Trouble and had given one to each person in turn.

Luke’s Song still plagued his mind day-in and day-out. Every day it felt it was more complete. He heard it all the way through now, but even still it wasn’t complete. There was always his guitar playing, but there was another instrument dueting his. Luke knew what the instrument was in his heart but he couldn’t name it when he tried. It was just...there. A sound that he knew better than any other but it was also different than anything he’d ever heard before. He heard his voice singing all the words, and he heard another voice, too, but it belonged to nobody. The other voice was the biggest mystery to him. It made him feel like he was home but like he didn’t know where home was.

A few months into junior year, Julie changed. She became more reserved and stopped playing in music class. Luke knew why. He didn’t know how he could help, though. He tried to just be there, and to make sure she knew he always would be.

Sunset Curve was gaining a reputation and playing more and more gigs.

Carrie started her own group, Dirty Candi. At some point she cut off all of her bracelets. Alex still went to all of their performances to support her.

Julie and Flynn stayed closer than ever before, but the rest of them...drifted.

A part of Luke fractured alongside their group. He was pretty sure a part of each of the rest of them did, too.

Senior year started and the eight of them felt practically like strangers once more. They were still all in music class, but it was different. It had been different for a long time. Nick and Bobby didn’t study together anymore. Alex and Carrie still hung out, but Reggie and Flynn hadn’t pranked anyone since November. Luke missed Julie.

Alex came to practice late one afternoon in September with wonder in his eyes and voice about a skateboarder he’d met.

“Well, he sort of ran into me...literally, and we both fell down. And I scraped up my hands pretty bad on the concrete trying to catch myself-” Alex showed them the bandaged heels of his palms “- and it stung, like, really bad. You know how I have that nervous habit where I hum my Song when I’m anxious? Yeah, okay, so I started to do that while he apologized and grabbed band-aids out of his pocket - I don’t know why he had band-aids, Reggie, probably because he gets scrapes pretty often too. But so I was humming my Song, and he started humming it too.”

Luke wondered what it felt like to hear your other half complete you.

A year after Julie changed back in junior year, she changed again. She came back. She played in class again and Luke was once again in awe of the power packed into this sophomore. He’d forgotten just how amazing she was. He didn’t know what had triggered this return, but he didn’t care. She was back.

Three weeks later, Luke was looking for Mrs. Harrison. He needed her to sign some form for him for his guidance counselor, something about graduation requirements. Luke hadn’t been paying attention.

He had his hand on the handle to the music room and was about to twist it open before he heard a sound from inside.

Three notes, repeated. Five notes. The whole sequence repeated once more.

Any thoughts of forms fell from his mind. Luke opened the door with a fervor he’d never experienced before. He rushed into the room but only made it two steps in before his shoes squeaked to a halt on the wooden floor.

Luke locked eyes with Julie. She sat behind the piano, in a black dress he’d never seen before.

The paper in his hand fluttered to the floor. Wordlessly, Luke crossed the room and picked up Mrs. Harrison’s acoustic guitar. He slipped the strap over his neck and faltered. What if he was wrong?

He took a deep breath and pushed his doubts down.

Luke turned around and saw Julie, who was watching him with a concerned curiosity.

No turning back. No regrets.

Luke’s hands started playing the first song he’d ever played. The song he’d played a billion times. It was etched into his dreams and it framed his every thought. Luke played his Song.

Julie’s eyes widened in recognition and her jaw dropped open.

Luke started singing and that seemed to spring Julie out of her stupor. Her fingers started moving across the keys in chords that accompanied his plucking.

She picked up the verse where he left off and Luke was hearing The Song for the first time. The other instrument that melded with his was the piano underneath Julie’s fingers. The other voice was hers.

Luke could see it in her eyes. She felt it, too.

Home.

It was exhilarating.

They filled the music room with their Song - no longer his, it was theirs - but the entire world was just them two. Nothing else existed but their music together.

Luke walked around the side of the piano while he played so he could be closer to Julie. He saw his god-awful friendship bracelet on her wrist while she played and smiled at the part of her that he carried on his, too.

That wasn’t the only part of her he’d been carrying, he realized.

Their Song.

Wow.

The two of them drew to a close, out of breath with amazement.

We create

A perfect harmony

They locked eyes. They were home.

@pink-flame @thedeathdeelers surprise you’re on my taglist

[blueeyedgeorgie]

An Email-A.E

“could i please request an imagine where the reader doesn't have a good relationship with her dad (emotional and verbal abuse) and she cut him out of her life but he contacts her again by email of text or something and she has a breakdown? reader is dating alex btw”

Gif cred. @sdmngifs​

Pairing: ImAllexx x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k+

Pronouns: She/Her

TW: verbal abuse, emotional abuse!

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After a day of shopping, Y/n's arms had been filled with bags. She had decided to take a day off and just spoil herself. Y/n had been dealing with quite a bit of stress recently, she definitely needed this day off. When Y/n was younger, she had normally never received anything extra than the bare necessities she needed to survive. Their father, Mr. L/n had always been harsh towards her. Maybe it was just because she was his least favorite child, or it could've been because of how cruel of a person Mr. L/n was. But it didn't matter now, as soon as possible Y/n had moved away from her father. She had ended up starting a new life in London and had cut off all contact with her father. And as months passed, Y/n had developed new and healthy relationships with good people. Y/n had even started dating someone, a brunette boy that went by the name Alex Elmslie. They couldn't be any happier together. Walking into their flat, Y/n had dumped their bags onto the couch sitting in the living room. She was parched, all she wanted at the moment was a glass of water. As Y/n waited for her glass to fill up, she had taken a moment to look into her phone. It had been a couple of days since the last time she checked their email, so why not start there? A bit of spam mail. Emails from YouTube. But just one had stuck out to her. F/n L/n sent an email. Dread overwashed her as she stared at the name. Why had he suddenly reached out to her? He hadn't cared where she was for the past couple of months. The subject had only been titled, 'Hello.' Hello. Even just a simple word like that reminded Y/n of all the bad memories. Some days she would come home from school after having a terrible day, she would just want to be alone the rest of the night and not talk to anyone. Walking into the kitchen, Y/n would pass by their father on the way to the fridge. He'd be sitting at the table, a newspaper sitting in front of his with a cup of coffee. He loved his coffee, even after a long day of work, he'd come home and have a cup or two. He always said coffee helped him relax. "Hello." He'd grumble, not bothering to table a glance away from the newspaper he was skimming over. Y/n hadn't even taken a second to listen to him. She had one earbud in, blasting her favorite song while rummaging in their fridge. (They had also come up with the conclusion that if they just interacted with him, it'd always turn out bad). After a moment of silence, He's clear his throat, speaking a bit more stern this time. "I said, hello." Y/n winced, overhearing him speak this time. But still, she didn't say a word. "Aren't you gonna say hello?" At this point, Y/n's father could feel his blood pressure rise. He felt like a fool for being ignored. Within seconds, Y/n could feel something grip her shoulder, turning her around. There stood there father, a look of anger mixed with disgust being sprawled across his face. "Listen to me when I'm talking to you, idiot." Y/n couldn't stare into those cold eyes any longer, she couldn't help but look down at her feet. She winced at the feeling of their father's grip tightening on her. Again, there was a moment of silence. "Fine, be that way. You're a pathetic excuse for my child. You're weak and worthless, you couldn't even try to say hello to the man who created you." He had stepped away from Y/n, letting her out of their grasp to sit back down at the kitchen table. As soon as she was out of his grasp, Y/n ran out of the room with whatever  she were holding in her hands. Reaching her small, empty bedroom, she shut the door quietly, trying not to alarm her father. She didn't want to upset him any more than he already was.

Alex had just finished his video with Lewis. Today his friend had come over to do a bit of filming with both him and George and just to hang out for a while. As he waited for George and Lewis to finish their video together, Alex found himself sitting on the living room couch. He had decided to spend a bit of time looking through his social medias. Sometimes it could all be a little overwhelming, other times to could be boring and bland. It was a more boring moment for his social media. But it had only seemed to be perfect timing when a new notification had popped up on his phone. Y/n was calling. Placing the phone to his ear, Alex grinned wide. "Hello love, I was just thinking about calling you." As fast as his grin appeared, it disappeared in seconds. The sound of Y/n's sobs could be heard over the phone. Hearing Y/n in so much pain broke his heart. "Y/n? What's wrong? Talk to me," he spoke quietly, sitting up as he listened closely. "M-My... my f-father is t-trying to g-get b-back in c-contact with m-me." At this point Y/n couldn't help but stutter as she spoke, she could barely speak. "What?" Alex let out a breath. He remembered Y/n would never talk about her family, nor would she talk about having Alex ever meet them.  But if Y/n was sobbing over her father, she obviously had a reason to not want to get in contact with her parents. "D-don't m-make me s-say it a-again." "No, no, no... I'm sorry, Y/n... do you want me to come over or would you like me to get you something?" "C-could you j-just c-come over?" "Yeah, I'll be on my way over now." "Alright, l-love you." "Love you more."

Opening the front door, Alex made his way through Y/n's flat. After seconds of searching, he had found his girlfriend sitting in her room. Y/n had wrapped a blanket around herself, she hadn't quit crying yet. "Oh, Y/n..." For a moment, they sat there, Alex holding Y/n close as they cried. At this point, Y/n could barely breathe properly from her sobs. All Alex could do was whisper sweet nothings to her while keeping Y/n close as he gently rubbed circles on her back. When her breathing calmed back down and the tears began to disappear, Alex had decided to ask Y/n a few questions. "Do you wanna talk about what happened?" Y/n gave a nod before speaking. "My dad... he's not a good person. He had always treated me like shit when I was living with him." She took a breath, her eyes flickering from the ground to meet Alex's eyes, only looking back down at the ground. "He wasn't the kindest to me... he never got physical, but all the verbal abuse did a number on me." "Oh god... I'm so sorry, Y/n." Alex did feel terrible, but he knew he had little control over this situation. It was all up to Y/n about what she wanted to do next. "Are you gonna respond?" "No. I don't want anything to do with that scum bag. He's put me through enough pain, I'm not gonna sit through it any longer. I left for a reason." "Alright, I think that's a smart idea," Alex hummed softly, rocking Y/n back and forth in his arms as they spoke. "Alex?" "Yes?" He made eye contact with Y/n, her eyes were still a bit glossy, but she looked much better than when he first saw her. "Would it be okay if I spent the night over at your flat? I don't want to be alone tonight..." "That's perfectly alright, love. Of course, you can." "Thanks Al," Y/n sniffled quietly. "Yeah, no problem. Why don't you pack an overnight bag then I'll take you out to get something to eat?" "Sounds great," Y/n grinned, hopping off of her boyfriend's lap. Alex let out a soft chuckle, watching Y/n disappear into her closet to pack.

Taglist: @anyasthoughts @multifandom-but @springholland @blondiee-seaveyy @caswinchester2000

[garciapimienta]

@finoallafabio tagged me to answer 30 questions and then tag 20 blogs to do this too! (thanks for tagging me btw!!)

also sorry i dont have 20 blogs to tag without feeling annoying so i’m just tagging anyone who wants to do this hehe

Name/Nickname: Guadalupe, and my “main” nicknames are Guada and G (from my spanish speaking and non spanish speaking best friends, respecitvely) but some people also call me Gigi (basically i’ll take anything that isnt Pupe asklskla)

Gender: female

Star sign: Piscis

Height: idk but im average leaning towards the shorter side

Time: 22.09

Birthday: march 20 (iconic date if i do say so)

Favorite band/group: The Beatles

Favorite solo artist: Taylor Swift and Bruce Springsteen

Song stuck in your head: Currently ‘Poundshop Kardashians’ by Sam Fender (which btw i highly recommend to everyone)

Last movie: Yours, Mine and Ours (the newer one)

Last show: The Boys, which i binge watched this week

When did I create this blog: i’m not sure bc this was actually my best friend’s blog but i was using it with her in like 2013 or so so around that time.

What do I post: anything i feel like, though mainly football and random stuff (music, shows, art, etc)

Last thing I googled: ‘don’t tell a soul’ (bc @fionn-whitehead​ changed their username after this so i googled to see what it was lakskla)

Other blogs: @julian-harlow​ for books (though this one is pretty abandoned), @blairswldorfs​ for tv shows and movies, @tswiftfc​ for taylor

Do I get asks: not that often but sometimes (which as we recently discovered may be my fault bc im apparently terrible at answering asks and end up ignoring them, @everyone again, sorry!)

Why I chose my url: bc i love riqui kslksa (pretty self explanatory), though the decission between which of my boys’ url i wanted to use was hard (i had a bunch for a lot of them and if you ask me why im not using the alex one even though he is my main boy, idk why ajsjksa)

Following: 2663

Follower: 1079

Average hours of sleep: between 6-8

Lucky number: 20, 13 and 7

Instrument: i wish, but no

What am I wearing: a graphic tee and grey mom jeans

Dream job: criminologist/forensic scientist/anything related to criminal psychology

Dream trip: to england, scotland and spain (mainly barcelona but all of spain too).

Favorite food: mbeju or empanadas

Nationality: Paraguayan (i have spanish nationality too but i wasnt born there or anything

Favorite song: uff impossible to choose one song

Last book I read: I finished Fragile Lives by Stephen Westaby recently and i’m currently reading The Invisible Life of Addie Larue

Top three fictional worlds: hmm harry potter’s world and idk any other bc my mind is blank rn

[paullrud]

It’s your favorite Answer All Anon again!!!!! Answer all the Unusual Asks PLZZZ?

hey AAA :) glad to see you back on my page. hope you like these answers. sorry it’s late, yet again. ✦ nova

1. spotify, soundcloud, or pandora? soundcloud. every. single. time.

2. is your room messy or clean? a little bit of both. one corner of my room is just a mountain of clothing, but my bed and closet are super neat.

3. what color are your eyes? brown, like chocolate.

4. do you like your name? why? no. and i ellect to not have my name on here, that’s why i have an alias of “nova”

5. what is your relationship status? single. i cried in the car on my way home from work for that exact reason last night. i kept thinking, “will i ever be good enough for someone to love me?”

6. describe your personality in 3 words or less. humorous, depressed, intro/extrovert

7. what color hair do you have? it used to be all sorts of colors, different every month. but, i went corporate and dyed it back to my original color.

8. what kind of car do you drive? color? black 2017 toyota corolla. used to have a matte black 4-door jeep wrangler, but my mother took it away from me for the terms of “responsibility” and “immature nature”

9. where do you shop? anthropologie and urban outfitters, mostly, because i work at urban. sometimes lf (only when their 70% off sale is going on), dover street market, kith and off-white.

10. how would you describe your style? total hypebae. i love streetwear, my influences are virgil abloh and heron preston when it comes to style and what clothing i wear.

11. favorite social media account that’s a hard one because i’m really not sure what you mean? if it’s a person, i don’t have one. if it’s an app, twitter, most definitely.

12. what size bed do you have? full size!

13. any siblings? one sister. hate her.

14. if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? like i said before in the other ask ^.^ france. nantes for the spring and summer, paris for the winter and fall. i fell in love with paris when i went for the first time with my friend (who i like, by the way) when he invited me.

15. favorite snapchat filter? do not have a snapchat, so i can’t say.

16. favorite makeup brand(s) i don’t wear makeup a lot, but anatasia for the brows. most definitely. my favorite perfume though is viktor and rolf, flowerbomb.

17. how many times a week do you shower? winter and fall is 4 to 5 times a week. spring and summer is 5 to 8 times a week.

18. favorite tv show? if it’s not “the office”…… i send it back!

19. shoe size? 8 to 9, depending on the company.

20. how tall are you? 5 feet, 1 inch ^.^

21. sandals or sneakers? i hate feet, so sneakers

22. do you go to the gym? god, no.

23. describe your dream date running errands then cooking a meal together. sounds lame, but to me that really is the most domesticated thing you can do with someone you love.

24. how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? i’m all cashless, baby.

25. what color socks are you wearing? navy blue with little red hearts on them.

26. how many pillows do you sleep with? 2, but they suck so i’m going to get 2 new ones, when i get my paycheck.

27. do you have a job? what do you do? yes, i have 2 actually. i work in retail for both (cole haan and urban outfitters)

28. how many friends do you have? i have a lot of accquaintences, but only 4 to 5 people i call my true friends. my ride or dies, if you will.

29. what’s the worst thing you have ever done? probably steal. i was a huge kleptomaniac back in my early teens.

30. what’s your favorite candle scent? vanilla or the green one from febreeze (i forgot what the scent is named)

31. 3 favorite boy names everett, cole, aspen (+bonus scott)

32. 3 favorite girl names alex, denise, elle

33. favorite actor? tom holland or sebastian stan. don’t make me choose!

34. favorite actress? zoe saldana by a landslide.

35. who is your celebrity crush? i really don’t have one! i admire celebrities for their acting and charity work.

36. favorite movie? a tie between captain america: the winter soldier and scott pilgrim vs the world.

37. do you read a lot? what’s your favorite book? i don’t read a lot, but when i do they are mostly about real life events and autobiographies.

38. money or brains? why not money and brains

39. do you have a nickname? what is it? my real name, yes. but for now, let’s keep with nova.

40. how many times have you been to the hospital? too many times to count, if i’m being honest. always for my depression or suicide attempts.

41. top 10 favorite songs in NO particular order, btw! – lover is a day by cuco – it’s strange by louis the child – in your head (rl grime edit) by g jones – ucla (heimanu remix) by rl grime – flicker by porter robinson – pursuit (jawns remix) by gesaffelstein – the wave (louis the child remix) by elohim – hi this is flume (whole ep) by flume – you’re on by madeon – luv by whipped cream

42. do you take medications daily? yes.

43. what is your skin type? dry… smh.

44. what is your biggest fear? being kidnapped and sold on the black market.

45. how many kids do you want? zero.

46. what’s your go to hair style? space buns!

47. what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) medium-ish

48. who is your role model? my friends. they’re older than me (by a couple years) and they’re doing exceedingly well for their age.

49. what was the last compliment you recieved? “i like your dress!”

50. what was the last text you sent? “thankssssss.”

51. how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? sadly, 10 or 11. smh, my mother really let me believe in a lie for 10 years.

52. what is your dream car? maserati SUV.

53. opinion on smoking? don’t like it. but, i’m a hypocrite because i juul.

54. do you go to college? yes!

55. what is your dream job? definitely NOT what i’m doing right now. probably working at the refinery 29 office in los angeles, doing something with the fashion department.

56. would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? i love the city but when it comes down to it, my ideal place would be rural… me and my husband secluded on a goat farm in nantes, france? amazing.

57. do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? yes. if you don’t, then what’s the point of going to a hotel?

58. do you have freckles? no :( i wish.

59. do you smile for pictures? yes, but a tightlipped smile.

60. how many pictures do you have on your phone? 24,680

61. have you ever peed in the woods? yes, on a camping trip.

62. do you still watch cartoons? yes, futurama, archer and bob’s burgers!

63. do you prefer chicken nuggets from wendy’s or mcdonalds? never had wendy’s! never had mcdonald’s!

64. favorite dipping sauce? the honey mustard from wings over… *watering mouth pursues*

65. what do you wear to bed? al-natural, baby.

66. have you ever won a spelling bee? no. sadly.

67. what are your hobbies? i have my own clothing line and i really love photography, drawing and painting. also i make music ^.^

68. can you draw? cc: 67th question.

69. do you play an instrument? piano.

70. what was the last concert you saw? louis the child at governor’s ball ^.^

71. tea or coffee? coffee.

72. starbucks or dunkin donuts? that vanilla bean creme frappucino ^.^

73. do you want to get married? yes. of course.

74. what is your crush’s first and last intial? s.p.

75. are you going to change your last name when you get married?maybe… we’ll see.

76. what color looks best on you? black.

77. do you miss anyone right now? s.p.

78. do you sleep with your door open or closed? closed.

79. do you believe in ghosts? yes.

80. what is your biggest pet peeve? stupidity.

81. last person you called s.p.

82. favorite ice cream flavor? ben and jerry’s milk and cookies :)

83. regular oreos or golden oreos? regular, always and forever.

84. chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? rainbow! it’s happiness in sprinkles

85. what shirt are you wearing? a red one :)

86. what is your phone background? porter robinson ^.^

87. are you outgoing or shy? little bit of coloumn a… little bit of coloumn b…

88. do you like it when people play with your hair? yes, only if i’m comfortable with you.

89. do you like your neighbors? the right one yes, the left one no.

90. do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? no, only in the shower :)

91. have you ever been high? yes, not a pleasant experience.

92. have you ever been drunk? yes… also not a pleasant experience.

93. last thing you ate? homemade macaroni and cheese

94. favorite lyrics right now any lyric from “lover is a day” by cuco

95. summer or winter? winter !

96. day or night? night !

97. dark, milk or white chocolate? i do not like chocolate ! yuck !

98. favorite month? april :)

99. what is your zodiac sign virgo 

100. who was the last person you cried in front of? my coworker :(

[juniper-pompadour]

rules: you answer the questions and tag some blogs you’d like to get to know better

tagged by @g-taire, thank you for tagging me

nicknames: i don't really have a serious nickname, i've got a few nicknames that come from inside jokes between me and my roommates but if you can come up with a nickname for alex i'd love you forever?

star sign: "that fragile Capricorn unraveled words like moths upon old scarves" sorry i'm a nerd

height:  the last time i checked i was 160 cm

time right now: 20:13

last thing i googled: "oil based face paint"

fav music artist(s): ? krhm...noo..i don't know what you're talking about. no music here...no music references absolutely no. but some artists that i think are really cool and who I really haven't mentioned enough are sleeping at last and mree

song stuck in my head: oh ms believer

last movie i watched:  the da vinci code

last tv show i watched: man, i have no clue. i don't watch tv shows that often anymore..i think it must've been a documentary? perhaps a documentary on alice in wonderland and lewis carroll

what i’m wearing right now: a red hoodie and black sweatpants. i really wanna point out that i also am wearing these super cool socks that i got for christmas

when i created this blog: maybe 4 years ago? i'm not really sure

the kind of stuff i post: an assemblage of my interests that change far too often to my liking but here we are 

do i have any other blogs: atm nope

do i get asks regularly: not really

why did i choose my url: it's a wordplay on the phrase "sunny sky"

hogwarts house: ...dO NOT ASK ME THAT LIKE..i'm in middle of a personality crisis because as a long as i can remember i've always been a slytherin but apparently i'm a gryffindor now? i've done so many sorting hat tests and i've gotten every other house except for hufflepuff (although i still believe i've always been a slytherpuff) and ok now i'm rambling again, good job. so yeah. idk, i appreciate all the houses tbh but for longest i've thought myself as a slytherin.

pokémon team: ...i know someone's gonna drag me now..valor...but i'm really chill, i swear

fav color: atm yellow

average hours of sleep: av..average hours of sleep...wha-..is that a thing? i think about 7h when i'm on a vacation, otherwise probably 6 or 5?

lucky number: i don't have a lucky number but i've always liked the number 8

favorite character: from what? maybe neville longbottom from hp

number of blankets i sleep with: with 1? maybe a comforter if it's really cold outside but that'd mean it was -30 celcius outside

dream job: i just want to do something that matters, something that doesn't feel draining to me. i've considered professions like psychologist and languages/literature teacher but sometimes i feel like that kind of job isn't for me. i've always expressed myself better through writing, the meticulous art of conveying images, emotions and surroundings through words appeals to me that much that i feel like it'd be a dream come true if i had the chance to earn my living as an author.  

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i’m tagging @unorganized-potato @stray-dog-sick @peenorpoika96 @evanescos @twenty-one-broken-people

btw as always, even if i tagged you, you don’t have to do this if you don’t feel like it for whatever reason there might be, it’s ok. and again if anyone else fancies doing this, tag me so i can get to know you because y’all are awesome

[todokori-kun]

Well, at least it hasn’t been confirmed yet, only heavily implied (honestly Mutsurie has been implied since the Auction arc)…sad thing is that back when Mutsuki was likable I used to kind of ship it. But now…

Ishida, bring Saiko back.

Urie deserves to love someone who truly cares for him and could actually give him a happy, stable life/relationship (because Saiko is totally filling the ‘Sasaki’ role for the Q squad now that Ken’s gone).

Not this murderous angsty yandere who’s very much obsessed with somebody else.

Also, I’m getting a bit tired of Kaneki making everybody’s relationships difficult. First it was Kanae loves Tsukiyama but Tsukiyama loves Kaneki but Kaneki loves Touka, and then Kanae DIED, and now Ishida’s going to replace that with Urie loves Mutsuki but Mutsuki loves Kaneki but Kaneki loves Touka? No.

The only thing worse than that would be Saiko loves Urie but Urie loves Mutsuki but Mutsuki loves Kaneki and so on and so forth… I seriously hope Ishida won’t do that. Not only would it be terrible for my feels, it would also be kind of ridiculous.

Though that freaking centipede was hands down the worst part of this chapter tbh

I’m really, really happy Yoriko’s alive, but this isn’t 100% fluff either because there are three questions I have now:

Since Yoriko appears to have both of her hands, whose hand did Mutsuki show Touka? (I just remembered that Torso cut off Mutsuki’s hands and put a wedding/engagement ring on one of them…ew. This is getting creepy)

Who was it that called Yoriko while she was out shopping?

Do the other two questions have anything to do with how somber Yoriko looks at the wedding, or is that just because of nerves (she does smile later on when throwing her bouquet, but…)?

(And yeah, Urie has known Mutsuki is biologically female since the auction arc: I got confused about this too because of weird translations, but apparently he smelled their blood and realized it was from menstruation and not an injury. For them, Mutuski being AFAB is an ‘I know you know I know’ kind of situation)

(Aww that’s so sweet! Tysm <3 Wish I had a Shuu irl…I got diagnosed with SA earlier this week so things are difficult over here ;-;

Once we got close, though, Shuu’s dramatic behavior might start to trigger my sarcastic/teasing side…like,

“Ah, so you’re using watercolors? How lovely! What are you painting? Is it me? Well, of course it’s me, your one true-”

“Actually, it’s Yomo. I’m kinda into the strong, silent types.”

“…What are you implying, love…?”)

Luna/Urie (Lurie? Uruna?) HCs:

-Urie’s attitude around you is a bit like this:

Urie around other people: (Total scum. I can feel myself getting stupider whenever I talk to you) Of course, sir. You are truly setting a great example.

Urie around you: (I was going to work more but then I remembered I haven’t spent much time with you this week…ugh, this is like those cheesy games Yonebayashi likes to play) Be quiet, I’m trying to exercise. I suggest you do the same (oh ***** wrong answer)- just to clarify, it’s not because of your looks, it’s because you have to get stronger.

-He’s super organized and has a great memory so you can just text him when you’ve lost/can’t remember something (‘Urie, where’s my notebook?’ 'second drawer in ur desk’).

-Though he’s more comfortable with texting, he occasionally leaves short sticky notes for you when he’s busy. Usually it’s serious but maybe not quite flattering stuff like 'there are bags under your eyes. The average human of your age requires at least 7.5 hours of sleep per night' but there’s also the rare, awkwardly sweet note- 'I’ll try to be back soon’,'stay safe’,'Your hair looks nice’ (when you cut it when he was at work and he came home when you were already asleep)

-Cookie’s actually nervous about making this relationship work and the sticky notes were inspired by advice from the internet.

-when it comes to school and studying, he’s extremely impressed with how many things you’re managing to do at once.Though he usually doesn’t express this openly he definitely lets you know when he’s proud of you.

-He helps you with Japanese when you need it.

-in social situations like parties, you usually stick together and don’t talk much to anybody else unless you’re with the other Q squad members (I think I remember you mentioning you’re an introvert?). Though it might not look like it, there’s a lot of banter in these situations and you almost always have fun together.

-Urie secretly likes your 'weird, slightly pervy’ jokes

-He probably has a secret sketchbook with dozens of pictures of you in it. His face when you somehow find it is priceless.

-At some point you turn him into Hamiltrash. When you try to tease him by asking him to rap Guns and Ships, he disappoints you by rapping the whole song perfectly. He also relates to 'The Room Where it Happens’ on a personal level.

-He doesn’t understand your manga/anime obsession. Especially when it comes to Love Live- one day you get him to watch the anime with you and he remains poker-faced the whole time (honestly he looks more interested in playing with your hair than watching the show). In the end, you agree to disagree.

Until a week later, when you discover Urie’s been secretly listening to 'Storm in Lover’.

(I’ll stop rambling now…I admit that a lot of these were slightly crack-y, though I did try my best to throw in some fluff and serious HCs as well ^^;; I hope you like it! :D)

Again, thank you so much for being so nice and supportive <333 (I say that a lot, don’t I XD) I actually tried out the watercolors yesterday, and though I messed up my picture by adding too much water (I’ve never actually learned to use watercolors and I started painting with them this month), the paper is actually pretty good! I was right when I guessed it wasn’t really watercolor paper, but it wrinkles much less than my other sketchbooks :D

but wait, 'Huge airhead with the memory of a goldfish’? Are you sure you aren’t talking about me? I don’t really have a bad memory, but I only seem to remember the things I WANT to remember LOL for example, I remember almost everything about my various fandoms, but sometimes I find that I have no idea where I put my glasses when I took them off barely a minute ago (plot twist: they were on the shelf in front of me the whole time and I couldn’t see them because of my terrible eyesight. Yes, this has happened before. Several times, in fact).

Burr would later be unable to look Lee in the eye lol. Seriously though, I ship this a lot. Burr is way too shippable ;-; Remember when I said I ship him with Eliza? The fic 'True and Earnest’ on ao3 is what really made me ship them but still (I totally recommend that fic you get the chance to read it because it’s just perfect. So sweet and beautiful <3 plus, there’s some implied Angelica/Alex at the end so everybody gets to be happy! :D)

btw, just found some fanart of Burr titled 'Aaron Burr has strong opinions’

Burr in the picture: 'Personally, I love things…

…AND stuff.’

And they call Jefferson a francophile. At least we know he knows where France is.

Last note of this ridiculously disorganized message:

I just wanted to ask, are you into the MCU fandom? Because I’m very deep into it…I haven’t watched the Iron Man trilogy or the Guardians of the Galaxy movies yet (though I have the latter on my computer and am planning to watch it soon) but I’ve watched almost all of the Captain America movies and all of the Thor and Avengers movies.

Honestly I have 0 problems shipping Cookie with anyone as long as they’re mentally stable. Hell, I’ll even ship him with Shuu as long as it means Urie would be happy. The amount of suffering in TG is starting to be too much. There is a fine line between ‘a little angst to keep the plot moving’ and ‘bucketful of angst because everyone shall suffer for no particular reason’. 

I read the new chapter myself (I always seem to do after you update me on the happenings hahah) and I am screaming. It’s like Ishida put a huge ‘No happiness allowed’ sign on his desk and looks at it every time he’s thinking of how to advance the plot. Sigh.

Honestly, it’s so heavily implied, I consider it canon. ‘I wasn’t going to come, but then I heard you’d be here’? Come on, Urie would never say that unless he really liked someone. 

Oh, what if Sasaki/Kaneki is Urie’s true love! I mean Saiko=Sasaki and he wanted to see Mutsuki since they might know about Kaneki’s whereabouts… Don’t mind me, I’m just trying to think of something, anything that doesn’t involve Mutsuki/Urie because that has become my ultimate NOTP.  But Saiko/Urie is very attractive…

Everyone loves Kaneki. Ishida lied to us, this is actually some sort of twisted harem/reverse harem manga that’s only full of suffering for the lols. When the end of the manga comes, it’ll turn out this is a stage play/movie/dream and that everyone is Kaneki’s classmates who have a crush on him, but he loves Touka, whilst she doesn’t give two shits about him. Yeah, that’d be a nice end.  Waaait a minute. That implies Urie will die ;-; Nooooooo, come one, the cookie deserves happiness, his life is a big enough shitstain already. 

The love relationships form a centipede. It’s like this a→b→c→d→e→f→g→h→i→j→k→l→m→n→o→Kaneki. 

I was studying biology this morning, and passed the Chilopoda unit. GUESS WHICH BUG WAS THERE. I WAS THIS CLOSE TO SCREAMING OUT LOUD BECAUSE FUCK CENTIPEDES.

Oh, those are good questions! Here are my thoughts:

a) Maybe it was Mutsuki’s hand? But the hand looked…. fresh, in lack of better expression. Who knows, maybe Mutsuki just chopped off a random person’s hand to use as bait. Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise me. 

b) I checked the panel, and Yoriko didn’t look alarmed or confused when she turned around, so maybe it was a random person she knew? Or someone from the CCG she met before? (what would they be doing in a wedding dress  shop, tho?)

c) I’ll choose to believe it was simply wedding nerves, because if it wasn’t the nervous, it was something else more sinister and there’s already enough suffering.

Oh, right! Now that you mention it, I remember! Thanks for reminding me ^^

That can’t be easy for you… If you ever want to talk, I’m here ^^ And I’m very sure Shuu would be persistent in getting to know you, yet he’d be careful not to trigger anything. Once he’d realise you have that teasing side, I’m sure he’d be a lot happier, because ‘HOLY SHIT EVANS OPENED UP TO ME HELL YEAAAAAAAAAAH’. He’d get a bit pouty if you’d tease him, tho. Of course, that’d make it even funnier. 

MY HEART! A critical hit. You really know how to pull those off.

Here’s an accurate representation of me while reading them:

Urie perfectly rapping Guns and Ships is now my favourite thing, especially considering he’d do it with a perfectly straight face. Like ‘oh this? this is nothing’ while everyone stares at him like -_-

I’m pretty sure that Storm in Lover came from my ‘the names can be weird af’, but you chose the one which is sung by the girl that I’m sure would be his absolute favourite.  whoops, my idol trash side is showing again.

Thank you so much for this ;-; It’ll serve as motivation for me to survive next week which is the last one this school year with exams (and they’re the hardest ones, whooo). THEN I’M DONE AND CAN WATCH TONS OF ANIME AND REDA MANGA AND WRITE AND SLEEP AND RELAX IN GENERAL BECAUSE NO MORE SCHOOL FUCKING FINALLY.

We all make mistakes when trying something for the first time, so it’s completely normal that you added too much water ^^ Now you know how much you should(n’t) add the next time you draw :p  Ah, that’s great to hear! Now you have somewhere to draw where it won’t be as bad as if you painted on normal paper.

We used to paint a lot with watercolours and temperas in elementary school, and my drawing always ended up being disfigured blobs of colour. So I’m sure yours are perfect ^^

The useless things I usually end up remembering are usually animal facts (and, for some ??? reason, heights and blood types of characters. don’t question it). Here are my proudest goldfish moments: Search for glasses for 15-20 minutes only to realise they were on top of my head all the time. Thinking I lost my ID only for it to be buried deep inside my bad. Finding a fork in my bed (I’m not joking, I somehow managed to leave a fork there for some twisted reason). And my favourite: Being late and looking for my shoe for around 5 mins to realise I already put it on. Yeah, I’m not very smart. 

Yes, Burr is very shippable. Musical Burr, at least. I ship him with Angelica, Eliza, Ham (to some degree) and Lee. Man, that’s a lot of Burr ships. 

Ask him a question: it glances off, he obfuscates, he dances

Honestly, no so much ^^;; I mean, I’ve watched the Iron Man (and went through the obligatory Robert Downey Jr. fangirl phase, Avengers: Age of Ultron, Guardians of the Galaxy, Captain America (1st part) and Ant Man, but that’s it ^^;; However, I was planning on having a marathon during the summer, because I like superhero movies (that probably explains my obsession with BnHA which is a superhero manga.)