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tsmerch · 1 year

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Merch Confetti: Reputation, Lover, Lover Holiday, folklore, evermore, Fearless (Taylor's Version), Red (Taylor's Version), Midnights, Eras Tour merch, 1989 (Taylor’s Version)

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itaipava · 7 months

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— moments f1 boys realized they were in love.

˒ ⌕ LANDO NORRIS

it’s when the two of you went to your favorite band’s concert together; it was such an exciting, unique and emotional moment that he can’t forget the way you took his hand to look for a perfect spot, or when the two of you jumped up and sang at the top of your lungs, or how you stood under the stage light at the end of the show; confetti falling on both of you and the color of the lights changing before you, making you look so uniquely you, so uniquely beautiful. he can’t breathe for a moment, but it’s when you turn and look gently at him that he realizes he’s in love.

˒ ⌕ DANIEL RICCIARDO

it was in a mundane and peaceful moment that he felt his heartbeat faster and differently; it was during the night when he was washing the dishes after the dinner you two prepared together while you were drying them, you tell a joke you saw on the internet and he can’t help but laugh with you, he turns and looks at you; your head thrown back, your eyes closed and a happy laugh coming from your lips as you forget what you were doing before. for a moment he was paralyzed, feeling something strange coursing through his veins and a delightful, subtle feeling rising in the pit of his stomach. and it was when you looked at him, still laughing, that he realized he was in love.

˒ ⌕ CARLOS SAINZ

it’s when he realized that even far away, he sees you in everything. when walking home and seeing a flower of your favorite color he can’t help but smirk and think “y/n would like that”, or when he’s alone and the first person he wants to be by his side right now is you. and it’s when he’s listening to a song about love and the first person that comes to his mind is you.

˒ ⌕ CHARLES LECLERC

it was on a starry, tranquil night that you two decided to walk. chatting about anything while smiling happily at each other. his hands were so close that you sometimes touched his fingers, and he smiled like a fool, even at the slightest touch. but that’s when he made you laugh to the point of throwing your head back, letting the wind slightly ruffle your hair. knowing he was the reason for your smile so genuine made his heart race in his chest, that’s when he realized he wanted to spend the rest of his life making you smile under the stars.

˒ ⌕ LEWIS HAMILTON

you were at a party and there was a stupid cliché song about love playing. he looked at you, wondering why you picked him to be your best friend when there were better people in the world who could be on your side now, but then you happily took his hand and led him to the dance floor for a very clumsy slow dance that made him smile instantly. so you told him, smiling, how every love song reminded you of him, and it was like everything around you two disappeared like it was just the two of you on the dance floor. he never felt more loved and couldn’t be more in love with you.

˒ ⌕ OSCAR PIASTRI

seeing you smiling so happily as you told him about your day made him feel something different, a new and pure feeling he had never felt before. as if it were a small seed that had been planted in his heart, and that with your brightness and beauty it would grow. it was you there, with all your beauty that made him realize that there is no one in this world that he loves more, because regardless of everything, you have always been and always will be the one in his heart.

˒ ⌕ MAX VERSTAPPEN

it was when you were the only one who stood by his side when he needed it most; he had a rough day and he kept avoiding everyone but you knew something was wrong and you didn’t give up on him. you persisted until he finally surrendered and told you what happened, giving himself completely to you and to that feeling of security you give him. and that’s when he realizes he wants to feel this forever; he wants to be wrapped in your arms and show his true colors without being afraid of being judged because he knows you won’t do and that’s when he realizes he wants you forever.

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byhees · 7 months

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seeing you at their concert.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 500 genre fluff established relationship idol au warnings not proof-read — more

a/n. first post off my hiatus— plagiarism notice

heeseung would be so surprised— is that his pretty girlfriend over there? yeah! that section, that seat right there; would go over to your area really frequently, eyes trained on you, and just you. the way he’d probably do little gestures like waving, or even winking towards your direction; definitely mentions the presence of his pretty partner somewhere during the concert, eyes twinkling when the jumbotron zooms in on a smiling you…

jay would be so flustered; when you mentioned ‘going for a little girl’s day out’, he hadn’t imagined that you’d be right there, smile beaming as brightly as ever; he’d probably walk over to your section, kneeling on the stage to get a closer look at you; would wave at you every so often, a cute smile tugging on the corners of his lips; the type to point out your little handmade banner, the prettiest of grins glued onto his face…

jake would look over at your direction so, so often; during the momentary conversation segments, he’d send a quick little glance at you, his eyes glinting with a beautiful sheen, lips curling into the resemblance of a smile— would show a little thumbs-up every so often, as though to check if you’re enjoying the performances…

sunghoon would try his hardest to not make his reactions look too obvious, but at times, he’d just break into a sweet grin at the sight of your little cheering— the way you’re flapping your cute banner, and genuinely jamming with the songs, have him melting on the spot; would definitely frequent your section during the encore, eyes often times gravitating towards you...

sunoo would, on the other hand, make his reactions so obvious; the moment he locks gazes with you, the moment he catches you on the large screen, even if it’s just a tiny portion of your arm, the moment he sees you having the time of your life, an arm lightly swaying to the rhythm of a song— the softest giggles, and the prettiest grins. would pose a whole lot for you, flashing little hearts and v-signs towards your section…

jungwon would experience three different emotions consecutively; first of all— shock, because is that yn, also known as his girlfriend, also known as the love of his life?? second of all— disbelief, because you’d never mentioned this to him. like at all, so that very well may be your horrifyingly similar lookalike. lastly, joviality, because yes, that is you! and yes, you’re raising your jungwon-dedicated banner in the air, the cutest smile etched onto your features; finds himself smiling so much— would walk over to your area as often as possible…

riki would spot you in the crowd, and proceed to be an absolute heart-throbbing menace by doing something so extremely out of pocket, like slipping one side of his jacket off his shoulder— he’d subtly glance over to your direction, wanting to catch your reaction firsthand; though i can definitely imagine him having the widest, most purest smile plastered on his face as he skips over to your area, little discarded bits of confetti in hand— watches in pretty admiration as the sparse pieces of coloured confetti fall around you, finding you so, so breathtaking…

taglist open! @halcyoni-ki @wondipity @yjjungwon @shysakuno @niktwazny303 @vnsux @minhosify @haechansbbg @yeomha @stepout-09-15 @chansburgah @sona-verse01 @lilly-bubblelops @smouches @mrchweeee @luvistqrzzz @nwjws @ibsysbsfsunsbs @rikisly @amyysfics @mixtape-racha @berry-and-kkami @rikislady @gweoriz networks! @kflixnet @enhanet @k-labels

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annaisabookworm · 9 months

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Going to the Eras Tour with Theodore Nott head cannons.

A/n this is my first time ever writing so I’m really nervous but a little excited!

“Oh cara Mia….” Theodore’s jaw drops and his eyes turn into cartoon hearts he becomes a golden retriever when he sees you step out of the hotel bathroom in the outfit you’ve put your blood sweat in tears to, you’ve worked on it for MONTHS and learned how to sew for it.

Oh and he tells you. He won’t shut up about how good you look for FOUR HOURS your face is flushed and so so so red and he just chuckles

When you get to the stadium you of course bring all your bracelets that you’ve spent moths making and you bring hundreds of them on binder rings and Theodore’s honestly shocked to see how popular you get as soon as you show up outside the stadium

Every single swiftie compliments your outfit within minutes it seems your hundreds of bracelets have been traded and people regardless give you so many bracelets theodores arms become covered in them aswell some even ask if they can get a picture with you and you smile and nod

When you get to your seats on the floor theo smiles and laughs at your jaw drop shock

“What you didn’t think I’d get the best for mia cara” he says kissing you and giving you the biggest grin ever.

“theodore we’re in the freaking front row” your in a total state of shock it’s a bigger deal to you than if he were to be proposing.

If the day couldn’t get any better after you posted a photo of yourself at the eras tour TAYLOR FREAKING NATION reposted YOU. Theodore knew how big of a deal this was since you’ve been hyper fixated on the eras tour for weeks

You SCREAM the absolute LOUDEST during the man because during your time at Hogwarts (you’re currently a sixth year) you’ve faded a lot of unfair sexism (theo would never-) Theodore however just sat down during that song seemingly knowing his place

It’s safe to say this was the best concert of your life and you cry tears of joy during every song and lose your voice for a week after.

Theodore gathers confetti in the merch bags(he bought you everything even though you told him not to) for you while you savor the last moments

Your feet start to hurt because of the gorgeous boots you’ve worn for three hours and he picks you up as your a paper weight and carries you all the way back to the hotel despite your protests

It’s safe to say that’s the best night sleep you’ve ever had and the best night of your life

Theo is so in love with you and has the biggest smile ever on his face for you while you cuddle with him in the hotel.

In the moring Theodore is awoken with the loudest happiest scream you’ve ever had. You’ve never been so happy tears fall down your face of joy and you silently unable to speak bc of your voice show with your shaking hand the notifications from Taylor mother freaking Swift. On your Instagram is a photo of you and Theodore smiling the happiest you’ve ever been and there is a like and comment from TAYLORSWIFT13 saying “OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU! ❤️” and Theodore’s jaw drops. He knows you’ll never shut up about it ever again

“oh Merlin, you’re gonna marry me now that Taylor Swift liked a photo of us aren’t you” he says teasingly and you nod laughing silently

The end <3

#taylor swift #the eras tour #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #first fanfic

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whoreforchr1s · 4 months

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can you do a chris fluff where the reader is a singer and chris says he cant make it to her concert and shes super disappointed but then she sees him in the crowd? i love ur posts! ur so underrated im looking forward for more fics from u! 💓💓

LOVER - chris sturniolo

pairings: chris sturniolo x singer!reader

warnings: nothing, fluff :)

a/n: y’all i need requests like literally dont feel embarrassed to ask :)

“so, are you excited for your first show?” Madi asks, and you could’ve sworn you saw a guilty look flash on your boyfriend chris’ face.

“I’m so fucking excited to get back out there, you have no idea!” You say excitedly, grinning up at your best friend.

“Ma, i need to talk to you..” Chris says, and you can tell he’s nervous, he has his bottom lip trapped in between his teeth, a habit he has when he’s nervous.

“Yeah of course, we’ll be back, mads.” You smile at her as you and Chris stand up.

“what’s wrong?” You ask Chris, now transported from the living room, to Chris’ room downstairs.

“um.. i’m not going to be able to come.. to you first show.” He says, looking at the ground. He can’t bear to see the disappointment he caused on your face.

“oh.” you reply quietly, your mood instantly killed. “i’m so sorry, ma. I have a really important meeting and i-“ He starts, before you cut him off.

“it’s okay, don’t worry about it. I love you.” You say before pecking him on the lips. Although you were still visibly disappointed.

Chris sighs and kisses your hand. “I’m so sorry ma, i really wish i could be there.”

“it’s okay, lets go back upstairs, Madi is waiting.”

TIMESKIP - FIRST SHOW!

“hello LA! how are we feeling tonight?” You shout, immediately being ambushed with screams and cheers afterwards.

“There’s so many of you! so, i’m gonna kick off tonight with a very special song, about a very special person..” You say, before the lights dim and a stage crew member passes you your pink guitar.

You start strumming the strings to the melody of the song ‘Lover’ a song you wrote about Chris, and the first song you ever released.

When the crowd recognise the song, they scream in excitement before the lyrics start.

“we can leave the christmas lights up till’ January.

this is our place, we make the rules.”

you sing as you smile at the shouting crowd in front of you, some teenage girls crying, some holding the hand to their hearts as they sway their body from side to side, and some screaming the lyrics at the top of their lungs.

“your my, my, my…”

you scan the crowd with a small smile on your face, before you eyes land on a familiar face.

chris.

“lover.”

you feel your smile grow so much that it starts to hurt your face slightly, as a light pink colour dusted your cheeks.

you watch him sing the lyrics along with you and the rest of the crowd, tears brimming his eyes.

“and at every table… i’ll save you a seat,”

you point to him as you sing the next word;

“lover”

TIMESKIP : AFTER THE SHOW

“thankyou all so much for spending time with me tonight, i hope you had as much fun as i did! i love you all, have a good night!” You say into the microphone as pink confetti falls to the ground.

You rush of the stage, wanting nothing more than to be in the arms of your boyfriend.

You ran off the stage, and towards Chris, who stood with his arms wide open backstage.

You collapse into his arms, and he holds you tightly.

“i’m so fucking proud of you, ma. you were so good” He whispers into your ear as you both stay in each others arms.

“i thought you weren’t coming!” You say as You pull away from the hug and wipe my eyes.

“I managed to push back the meeting for next month instead. oh, i also got you these.” He grabs the bouquet of flowers that sat on the little table next to us and hands them to you.

You grab them and hug them to your chest. “Thank you so much, i love you chris.”

“Of course. I love you more, my lover.”

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo fluff #sturniolo #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo smut

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theadventureto-be · 1 month

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When we hated each other's boyfriends

It is the ache in my summer

when I think of your long hair

and that week you were gone, but I still saw the curls in our apartment

spread like confetti after

my birthday

when we drank sparkling cider

and put duct tape on that hole on the couch.

We skipped the concert because your

heart was broken

so I found a few pieces of mine that could fill in the cracks

until your boyfriend called you back.

And there was that time when I thought my world was shattered

and you gave me the glue that was made

without horse hooves, because you knew that was important

to me and spent

the whole night putting the pieces back together.

And we

never needed to thank the other

for the pieces of them that we carried when we were lacking.

Then there was

that Halloween when we combined our savings to

buy a single pizza

and you let me pick the toppings.

I walked everywhere that year,

but I ran to you.

And I sprained my ankle that one time

and you built me a pile of leaves

we could collapse into.

I skipped class to fall on my ass

with you

over and over again.

#We exchanged the pieces that were too heavy for the other to carry #I have had a few good love stories #but this was one of my favorites #and i think we forget to recognize platonic love in culture but it is so important to me #poem #poetry #spilled ink #words #poetryblr

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airi-p4 · 3 months

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Sweep Sweep

Hi! New short lukanette fic!

Summary: Marinette is surprised to see that Luka doesn't know how to clean so she offers him her help (and something more).

AO3

(Thank you @celestiall0tus for checking it for me!)

Enjoy?

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The first time Marinette saw Luka cleaning, she hadn't been paying much attention: she had been distracted and embarrassed by the turnout of Adrien's boys party and her stupid crush on the blond boy to notice anything else.

The second time she saw it, it was at the Liberty. Her past crush on Adrien forgotten, Marinette greatly enjoyed hanging out with her favorite band’s friends. And sure, she couldn't deny the growing affection and the fastening heartbeats she had started to notice around Kitty Section’s guitarist -the butterflies on the stomach made her feelings quite obvious to her, too.

New. Refreshing. Happy.

That time, their first official concert had ended, and fireworks were displayed afterwards for the celebration party. By the evening, confetti was all scattered on the deck, along with used paper cups, pizza boxes, empty snacks bags and candy wrappers- which meant cleaning time. It was very convenient that the captain was distracted (being scolded and fined) by agent Roger- because yes, you can't fire ship cannons (or cannons in general) in Paris, even if it's only fireworks.

So meanwhile, everyone diligently got to work, their cleaning tools and trash bags ready as they paired up and took their positions. There was a broom on Luka's hands and- Oh, clumsy her!- Marinette accidentally stepped on it, her body spinning and falling on the blue-haired boy, who hit the floor on his back. Her heartbeats were loud, the proximity of his face to hers made her fluster with red, and she had no doubts that reaction was most likely noticed by the observant boy lying down under her. Despite the warmth on her cheeks, she couldn't help it but to glance at his lips and stare in his eyes and, lost in them, she leaned closer towards him. Seeing him move too just before closing her eyes, she had expected to meet him halfway, but before that could happen…

*beep beep*

She had to run because of an akuma. Just her luck. She cursed, and with one of her unbelievable excuses, she left in a rush. She hated the thought of her friends thinking that she just left because she didn't want to help with the cleaning- but on the next day, she found out Luka covered for her lie and had protected her from getting a negative impression. In result, she was charged with more tasks than usual (such as baking cookies for the band) as a “penalty”. She didn't think it was possible, but she fell a little more for Luka that day.

And then, the time she actually saw it for real arrived.

It was the third time Marinette saw Luka cleaning, the first time she actually looked -no accidents, no unwanted boys or akumas- and she couldn't believe her eyes.

They had been at the bakery, baking cookies together, and playfully painting each other’s faces with flour and chocolate. Marinette had to admit the chocolate at the tip of Luka's nose looked adorable, almost as the heart shaped chocolate mark on her right cheek. Fun. Cookies were a success but the kitchen a messy flour disaster…

Which meant time to clean up.

She had been wondering: why did Luka have a “penalty” too if he was there to clean? Was it solidarity? Pity? Or maybe he wanted to spend time with her…? She had blushed at the thought. But then, looking at him in her house’s kitchen she understood it: Luka couldn't sweep. Well- sure, he did sweep, but the way he held the broom, the way he grabbed and moved it… everything was JUST WRONG. Wrong and inefficient. Embarrassing, even. No wonder she had tripped on it that past day! And no wonder he had a penalty too! What a disaster! After a minute, she couldn't bare to watch anymore.

“Luka! That's not how you do it!” Marinette finally squeaked, almost scandalized. “You have to-'' she took the broom from Luka's hands, pretending their fingers didn't brush while doing so so she could focus on her task and show him how to do it properly. His attentive eyes on her as she moved were making her a bit nervous.

“Okay” Luka nodded. He took back the broom and tried to imitate what Marinette had done as she observed. He needed practice. Okay-a lot of practice. How can anybody be so bad at sweeping the floor!? She wondered.

“Luka. You don't know how to sweep at all…?” Marinette finally asked. And the boy blushed bright red (an extremely rare sight!) and nodded as he sank between his shoulders. “What!? How!? Why!?”

“Sorry. I- You know my mom, Marinette. She has never taught me or Juleka how to properly do it. She even scolded us when she saw us clean. And with no one else to ask… Of course Jules and I do some cleaning, don't get us wrong! We both take turns to clean whenever mom isn't home. Juleka has learned a bit from Rose but I've always been embarrassed to ask for help so I just know the basics…”

‘You can't call that “the basics”!’ Marinette thought. But well, that made sense. She knew how Anarka did clean the kitchen, do the dishes, the laundry and the bathroom. But she loved chaos and freedom, so she was against cleaning when it came to dust and reorganizing, sweeping the floor included.

“Do you want me to teach you, Luka?” Marinette offered.

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Of course!”

“Oh but- there's more than sweeping, Marinette… Certain cooking tools or persistent dirt- or worse, the clothes’ colors or sizes changed after doing the laundry!”

Marinette started laughing loudly. “As far as I know how, I can teach you anything you want. And if I don't know, then we can learn together” her excited smile made him smile too.

“That sounds great, Marinette. I'll repay with guitar classes. Or pizza. Or anything you want”.

“You don't need to repay me for this, Luka! But I'd really like that” she beamed. More time together? She didn't mind it. At all.

“It's settled then” he smiled back at her.

Then, she took another broom and started to sweep too. Each one started from one corner of the kitchen, slowly getting closer as she silently taught him while exchanging shy gazes. A moment later, they finally met and the top of their brooms bumped together. Face to face, blushing, with the sole sound of their fastening heartbeats, she looked down at the floor, feeling his eyes on her. Their bodies were close as their brooms tangled together- not working anymore at that point.

“Marinette… there's chocolate on your face. Can I clean it?” Her heart skipped at the feel of his warm breath on her forehead. All she could do was shyly nod and suddenly, his hand was on her cheek, warm, caressing there tenderly- the rub of his thumb too soft to clean anything at all, she knew. Was he actually trying to clean it or maybe he- Could it be that their feelings were really mutual? She wanted to see- to know- his facial expression.

Curiosity became courage, and Marinette raised her face up until their eyes finally met with the most adoring, bittersweet and loving gaze she had ever seen on Luka. And that was all she needed to know. Her blush and bewilderment didn't stop her getting on her tiptoes and raising to give him a peck on his cheek- a peck too that lasted too long to be expected to have a friendly meaning, she knew and he suspected. How she blushed even more and avoided his eyes seconded his suspicions for him.

“Marinette…” he said in a whisper. And without words, only with his fingers, he encouraged her chin to raise up again. His face was even closer now, a questioning expression on him which she had no trouble to understand. In response, she lifted her chin even more and closed her eyes, finally offering him his answer and what both of them had been waiting for a long while- too long.

Slowly but surely, he moved. His free hand impatiently moved to her back, raising to secure her in his arms and making both brooms fall to the floor with the movement, at the same time she raised on her tiptoes and their lips finally met at last. Their kiss was everything they wished for, and surprisingly better than they could have ever imagined. Only their smiles and happy faces topped such brightness as they hugged tenderly before kissing once again.

From then on, the cleaning teachings continued. And if Luka was doing it bad on purpose to spend more time with his girlfriend, he didn't say. And Marinette definitely didn't complain either when she realized what he was doing, especially when those lessons always ended with lots of kisses.

Sweeping their love inwards home- both benefited from it.

Fin

#airip4 #my fic #lukanette fic #endgame lukanette #pro lukamari

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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Imagine making dinner with Joseph listening to Queen, dancing around the kitchen together and “Bohemian Rhapsody” starts to play. Head-banging together, Joseph using the spatula as a microphone and throwing pasta up in the air as fake confetti. The kitchen is a mess but you’re beaming as you watch him- this is it. This is your “I finally made it moment.”

The last notes of the song die down from your speaker and the lyrics to a new song begin to play instantly. You both recognise it within the first few seconds.

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide no escape from reality…

Joes ears prick up at the sound of Queen and his whole body starts to move erratically towards you, snatching the towel out of your grasp and pulling you from the sink from where you’d just washed your hands.

“I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy.” Joe puts on his best Freddie Mercury voice as he melodises into your ear, his arms wrapped around you in a force so heavy that you can’t help but melt inside his touch.

“Anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me…” he continues and you decide to swing yourself around to meet his eye. “To meeee.” You finish and as the song continues its slow starting pace, the sound of the piano notes blasting through the speaker see’s him mimicking them, clicking his tongue to the beat. You can’t help but smile and sigh contently watching your boyfriend feel the music. With that, Joe’s lips meet yours in a significantly warm kiss, parting slightly to close as much space between you as possible. You’re swaying side to side in unison, foreheads pressed together as the song starts to build up, its all quite romantic.

The pans boiling water is ready to have it’s content poured into it now but you’re currently stood in the middle of your kitchen being spun around and dancing stupidly to the sounds of Bohemian Rhapsody building up and up, getting to the best part, it’d be ridiculous to quit now. The highest Galileo he can manage almost damages Joe’s vocal chords but he completely insists straight away that was his queue to sing.

You take it in turns throwing the words back and fourth at one another.

I’m just a poor boy nobody loves me.

He’s just a poor boy from a poor family, spare him his life from this monstrosity.

Easy come easy go, will you let me go?

Bismillah no! We will not let you go!

Joe screeches “let him go!” repetitively and you now face each other in what looks like it could be a dual, he grabs the nearest kitchen appliance, wrapping his hand around the spatula and begins to wave it around in the air like a conductor for an orchestra. You’re trying to continue singing, but the way he’s got you in a trance, laughing so hard and so quickly at his actions.

You decide to join him, grabbing a hold of a whisk and putting it to your mouth like a microphone as the last part before the moment you’ve both been waiting for commences.

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me…

For me…

For MEEE!

You break down like a couple of rockstars, head banging the best you both can muster. Joe’s air guitar keeps the stitches of laughter in your stomach going. Yelling the lyrics into your microphones once more, just plainly singing along. Joe grabs the bag of pasta that’s sat on the countertop waiting to be used, instead he proceeds to grab a handful and release it into the air as confetti would fall to the crowd at a concert.

“Oh baby, can’t do this to me baby! Just gotta get out; just gotta get right out of here!” You move closer to one another, relinquishing the area you’d just been using to dance like mad people to join at each others side once more.

Joe takes the whisk out of your hand and doesn’t even look where he puts the objects, just releasing them out of his clutch to grab them once more as the song slows and comes to a close.

Your foreheads pressed together again as you sing the last parts square in each others faces. The vaping water from the pan sets the scene for you both from the overly boiled water.

Any way the wind blows…

Your heart could burst, butterflies were roaming around the entirety of your body. You feel pumped and so god damn happy that you’ve shared this one slight moment with him. The way he can go from romantic to completely silly with you in a matter of seconds was one of the many reasons why you loved Joe so much. His flare for dramatics shone on in a way that was so dear to you and it was clear that you had reached the one goal you’d set in your life; to be loved back just as much.

#my asks #joseph quinn #joe quinn #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn fluff #chocolate button eyes #joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn smut #joe quinn x reader #joe quinn fluff #joe quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn fanfiction

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warden-melli · 5 months

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Got to try out resin for the first time today ^^ these are far from perfect, but it was still a ton of fun.

Irida ended up with a big bubble, but she’s still cute. They could probably all do with some sanding tbh but it’s a first try, so I’m not worried about it being perfect. The other two are confetti from a Fall Out Boy concert

The Iscan one is my favourite˙ᵕ˙

#Adaman #Irida #warden iscan #iscan #fall out boy #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon #Melli draws

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kiyosw · 11 months

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I FIND MYSELF RUNNING HOME TO YOUR SWEET NOTHING.

WARNING/S: NONE

CHARACTER/S: SERVAL LANDAU

GN! READER

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who always jams out and screams taylors lyrics with you, at midnights just listening album through album, while enjoying each others company.

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who dedicates taylors songs to you. Shes the type to think about you, her lover while listening to taylors song, while tweaking on a piece that has been brought by a person on her workshop earlier.

"Love, come here! Listen to this song on her Folklore album, Invisible String. It reminds me so much of you."

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who hums "Sweet Nothing", and "Invisible String", to you, while slowly falling into a sweet, deep slumber.

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who helps you collect the confettis after taylor's concert, after giggling at you for collecting confettis and teasing you, then joining you after laughing at you.

"WAIT, THERES MORE OVER THERE! Let's keep these confettis on some jar as a remembrance when we get home."

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who badly wants to go to taylor swifts' eras tour together with you, screaming cruel summer's bridge. (She's an international swftie HELP)

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who got sad after taylor played Haunted as a surprise song one on detroit because you two aren't on the concert.

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who tries to learn chords and riffs from taylors song, while you just observe her so lovingly, chuckling lightly when serval gets slightly frustated when she messes up one chord.

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who loves listening to taylor swift's music just as you do.

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who will introduce and make you listen to taylor with you, when you're not a swiftie.

"Darling, do listen to Cruel Summer on the Lover album. Trust me, you'll like– no scratch that, LOVE the bridge! Here, let me search and play it for you.."

1:27 AM. It was already late at night, yet a certain Landau was still working on a piece. Concentrating and dedicating her whole attention, sacrificing her good night's sleep just for the piece to be finally fixed.

"Agh... just why won't this piece slide into th-"

Her sentence was abruptly paused when her still heavy-eyed lover, you, suddenly scared her with a hug from her beyond.

"Hey, you still working on that piece..? It's already past midnight, you're still not sleepy my dear?"

"Mm... not really.. Hey, why don't you join me here downstairs? It's hard to keep my eye open here without you.."

A blush slowly crept on her lover's rosy cheeks from her sudden remark. A small smile suddenly visible on her partners lips, as an idea that will surely both of them enjoy pops out of their mind.

"Hm, since you're still busy trying to fix that.. why don't we listen to some songs? Maybe it can entertain us both, and can make you far away from sleepiness."

"Oh yeah, sure! Here, sit beside me. I'm lucky to have you come here downstairs, otherwise i'd be long passed out on the table." Her lover softly chuckles, while searching for the song sweet nothing. After the music slowly plays, the two lovers chat away the late night, just enjoying each others prescence.

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eoieopda · 1 year

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I’m back again actually with one more request 😔😔

Jungkook:

^^^ this is actually the artist whose name I snatched for most of my online personas lolol

The entire album is banger, but this song is what introduced me to him. ^^

🤍🤍🤍

um, i made myself sad? anyways, here’s this! it doesn’t exaaaaactly follow the lyrics, but it’s what my brain conjured when i listened to this. i hope it’s okay 😵‍💫

listen here.

hey, old friend / hope to see you again / someday when the seasons change / i don’t mind a little wait / as long as i can pretend that i’m okay

It’s been exactly a year since you left home.

With 365 days between you and Busan, you’re still waiting for that bittersweet taste to leave your tongue. There’s a small, sad part of you that wants to dive headfirst into that pit of nostalgia in your chest; to swim down, all the way home to that city by the sea. The rest of you accepts reality: when your life calls you elsewhere, you have to pick up the phone.

Unlike a year ago, when you walk into your apartment this time, you’re not struggling to balance more boxes than you should’ve reasonably expected to carry at once. It’s not dark, it’s not empty, and there’s no longer a bare floor creaking under your unanticipated weight. Now, it’s home, filled with all your best-loved belongings.

Well, most of them. Somehow, there’s still an odd box or two tucked away, yet-unpacked.

On the walls hang framed prints of your very first designs: the awkward silhouettes you dreamed up as a kid, and the disproportionate people you’d drawn wearing them. The sketches flow across the wall in chronological order, reminding you how much your skills have improved over the years. At the end of the line, there’s proof in the form of a poster.

Your past self would never believe it, but your persistent inability to draw hands did not preclude you from showcasing your work at Seoul Fashion Week.

With your heels now off your feet and in your hands, you pad down the hall to your bedroom. The second you cross through the doorway, you make a beeline for your closet, flicking on the light switch next to the door before addressing that, too. Shoes returned to their meticulously organized, color-coded rack, you move on to a more daunting task: unzipping yourself from the dress you struggled immensely to zip in the first place.

It takes multiple minutes of twisting, turning, and contorting, but you finally manage to reach the zipper hiding between your shoulder blades. When you finally wiggle free of it, the dress falls into a puddle at your feet. Quickly, you bend to grab it. You promptly hang it in the “to be dry-cleaned” section of your closet, to be swiftly replaced with pajamas.

As you turn to walk back into your bedroom, a cardboard box catches your eye. It sits on the top shelf next to out-of-season outfits in vacuum-sealed bags. Visibly out of place among your artfully curated clothes, it’s a bit worse-for-wear — especially after the four-hour drive from its first home.

It takes less time to stack two hard-top suitcases on top of one another, climb on top of your haphazard pile, and pull the box down than it did to win the fight against your zipper. You waste no time in shooting a glare over your shoulder at the antagonist hanging remorselessly behind you.

Impatient as always, you drop to the floor and sit cross-legged with the box in front of you. Unlike every other box you’d moved with to Seoul, this one isn’t labeled in your chicken-scratch hangul. A little mystery, you open it cautiously as if its contents might bite.

Inside are the little trinkets you’d forgotten you’d kept: theatre ticket stubs, loose bits of confetti you’d saved from various concerts, photo booth picture strips with people you hadn’t seen or spoken much to since you left. Your heart twinges as you take in their faces. All of you had grown up and apart since you sat there, squished together and smiling.

There’s one artifact in particular that makes your heart flip. Sitting at the very bottom of the pile is the cell phone you thought you’d lost — one you apparently packed, but assumed was gone forever. As soon as you got to Seoul, you’d replaced it, but none of your data survived the switch over.

In a flash, you scramble to your feet and scurry out of your closet into your bedroom. It’s entirely unnecessary, but you vault yourself onto your bed and you don’t stop crawling until you get to the nightstand on the other side. Within seconds, you slot your new charger into your old phone. You wait with bated breath for signs of life.

It takes an eternity to finally turn back on, but once it does, your old phone screams at you for the multiple software updates you’d missed over the last year. You ignore those notifications, but there’s one you can’t.

A missed call and a voicemail received at some point during your drive north.

There’s no way to describe the feeling in your chest. Halfway between a thunderclap and an electric shock, it forces out a gasp, nonetheless.

Jeon Jungkook.

You’d gotten into a fight the month before you left, and just like that, years of friendship went up in smoke. He was angry at you for leaving him when he needed you; you’d cried because he didn’t seem to care what you wanted. It was messy and it broke your heart in two.

You never told him precisely why his lack of support stung so fucking bad.

By the time you piled your life into the trunk of your car, neither one of you had apologized for the cruel shit you’d said. His contact information was gone in a few hours’ time, and you never heard from him again.

Or so you thought.

Hey, it’s me. I — uhhh — I know you’re on your way out of town, and that I’m way too fucking late with this, but I can’t let you go like this. I can’t let you go, period. Not — not the way that sounds. I’m not trying to prohibit you from going anywhere. I mean that I — Fuck, I should’ve written out a script or something…. This isn’t going well, is it? Anyways, I miss you. I’ve been missing you this whole fucking month. And I really am happy for you — proud of you. Most of all, I’m sorry for being so fucking selfish. I just — call me when you get there, okay? Call me, and then I’ll know we’re okay. That we can be okay. I, uh… I love you. Drive safe.

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Tomorrow X Together live in New York: magic and mayhem at boyband’s first US arena tour

As they enter the concert big leagues, TXT bring an ambitious show to the stage, but take a moment to warm up to the challenge ahead

Usually at K-pop concerts, the goofy chaos doesn’t kick in until the final section of the show, but at Tomorrow X Together‘s second night in New York as part of their ‘Act: Sweet Mirage’ US tour, it begins early. After their opening run concludes with a boisterous ‘Cat And Dog’, the five-piece take a break to whip up disarray. First, they encourage the audience to repeat the barking refrain from their last song, before the members share their own attempts at woofing. Canine impersonations over, TXT move on to playing around with lightsticks, each member taking turns to conduct a section of the crowd through silly moves.

All this is very cute and fun but, in terms of the bigger picture of the performance, it’s also stilling. It quickly disrupts any momentum that was being built and highlights the feeling from the preceding tracks that the group are still warming up, five songs in. That they don’t come bursting out of the gates instantly is perhaps understandable – this is only the third show of the US leg of the tour, which marks TXT are first time playing arenas in the country, graduating from their theatre-sized tour last summer.

If it takes a hot minute for the boyband to get fully revved up, the production is on point from the get-go, suiting the grand size of the venue and then some. At the end of early highlight ‘9 And Three Quarters (Run Away)’, Hueningkai delivers a solo dance break where he becomes a princely wizard, sparkles swirling around him on the screen as he elegantly twirls and spins. Seconds later, metallic confetti begins to fall from the ceiling and, as it catches the light, it looks like gold dust fluttering down around him.

Earlier, a shortened version of ‘Drama’ sees the group passing a brightly coloured basketball around the stage before launching it towards a CGI hoop on the back screen, while ‘Anti-Romantic’ is accompanied by visuals recalling Beauty And The Beast, with a red rose wilting under a domed glass jar. It’s the shape-shifting ‘Eternally’, though, that stuns the most, its gentle, melancholy verses visually scored by smooth white and blue light. When the song glitches into its darker moments, though, flames shoot towards the sky, everything turns red and lasers judder frenetically across the crowd. They’re effects that heighten the excitement of the music, making the lurching changes feel larger than life.

Once TXT hit their stride, their performance feels right at home too. ‘Can’t You See Me?’ is ferocious, the group blazing through the track before a part of the screen behind them lifts to reveal a glowing red light, as if calling them into their own personal inferno to match the raging emotions in the lyrics. The dubby Afrobeats of ‘Tinnitus (Wanna Be A Rock)’ finds them leaning into a more mature groove, with choreography (and scream-inducing abs flashing) to match.

There are moments of pure artistic beauty, too. ‘Opening Sequence’ begins with the group splitting into pairs (Hueningkai and Taehyun, Beomgyu and Soobin) plus a solo Yeonjun to deliver sophisticated dances set to classical refrains. The moves are poised and perfect, upping the drama in the room before launching into the anguished song while, just before the pain reaches its peak in the outro, four of the members fall to the floor, their bodies in a circle around Taehyun as he embarks on his own brief solo steps, surrounded by pillars of white light. It’s one of the pinnacles of the set, its dynamic, unpredictable choreography bringing a rush of goosebumps.

Afterwards, Hueningkai asks Yeonjun if he was lonely dancing by himself, to which the rapper replies that he’s never alone with MOA. That might be the kind of response you expect to that question, but there’s truth within the fan service. Throughout TXT’s concert, there’s a feeling of unity bonding the 19,000 fans – and the boyband – whether they’re barking as one, learning choreography under the guidance of the members, or screaming each lyric in harmony.

Nowhere is the latter more potent than during ‘LO$ER=LO♡ER’, where the whole venue yells “I’m a loser / I’m a loser” with emphatic joy, like a communal epiphany of self-acceptance and a celebratory reclamation of that uncool status. Togetherness is a sentiment that runs through the penultimate track of the night as well. ‘Blue Spring’ is a brand new song that TXT are debuting on this tour and it pays tribute to their relationship with their fans. “When we’re high, when we’re low, you’re always by my side / All my youth is filled up with your warmth,” they sing to the crowd in the sweet ballad.

“At last year’s concert in New York, I told you that I’m growing every day because of MOA,” Hueningkai recalls during the band’s final comments as the concert begins to wrap up. That continued growth is obvious tonight, not just for TXT’s maknae – whose all-round skills are brighter and tighter than ever – but the band as a whole, who have come on leaps and bounds since they were last in the US. Beomgyu’s cheeky, chaotic energy drives the between-song (and sometimes during) giddiness, Yeonjun has stepped fully into the confident, charmingly cocky showman role, and Soobin and Taehyun’s vocals have somehow become even more divine than before.

After the audience get a few more rounds of barking in for good measure, TXT bring the night to a close with ‘Our Summer’, a sun-kissed goodbye that bottles the sweet feelings shared between band and fans tonight one last time, and promises equally heartfelt reunions in the future. “No matter where you are, no matter what season,” the group sing happily. “If we’re together, feel like summer.”

#txt #tomorrow x together #230512 #article #NME #soobin #yeonjun #beomgyu #taehyun #hueningkai

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thissocalledlife · 1 year

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✨ Hold on to spinning around, confetti falls to the ground, may these memories break our fall ✨

I am forever grateful I grew up with @taylorswift

From blasting "Picture to Burn" in my computer room as an angsty 12 year old girl. Screaming when she came on stage at the Jonas Brothers concert where I won floor seats and people around me said...who is she anyway? ew. Putting my cd player on my first day of high school dancing around in my PJs to "Fifteen", not knowing I already knew the love of my life and we would fall in love at 15. Loving that she understood that we all love fairy tales for a reason, and moments truly can be Enchanted. Crying to "All to Well" and listening to it on repeat because it was the only song that understood my heart break. Dancing to "Style" while putting my red lipstick on before going out. Reputation reminding me to love even the darkest sides of me. Listening to "Cruel Summer" for the first time and my jaw dropping to the floor. Swaying to "Lover" and reminiscing on every part of my own love story with Andrew. Folklore & evermore wrapping me in the coziest hug and allowing me to escape the uncertainty and embrace my witchy things. And finally, Midnights, remembering that everything does somehow happen for a reason, and karma is a cat purring in my lap.

The Eras Tour is a triumph. It's a true celebration of love, life, laughter, loss, girlhood, maturity, conflict, heartbreak, and creativity.

Thank you Taylor, for growing up with me and creating music that reminds me it was all an enchanted & beautiful ride.

@taylornation

@tserastour

#taylor swift #ts eras tour #taylor nation #eras tour #eras tour outfits

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souryogurt64 · 10 months

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at my f*b show (censored because pete is in the DOGHOUSE where he belongs rn) they set off these very violent and excessive confetti guns during saturday and jeff looked soooo silly drowning in confetti so i started taking pictures and as i turned back around i realized we were the only 2 people in the entire pit not swarming Pete or even looking in his direction and i locked eyes with patrick who was standing directly in front of us playing guitar and he did this 🤨❓🤨❓🤨❓because who does that. well patrick you and pete may not know this but pete wentz isnt the most important person at the fall out boy concert. jeff is

#zero regrets

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earlgreytea68 · 9 months

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Someone asked me how my nephew liked the Fall Out Boy concert! And did he want a t-shirt.

He luckily did not want a t-shirt. I say "luckily" only because wow, the t-shirts are a lot of money! I would have bought him one, probably, if he'd asked, but he didn't, and I didn't think he was into the band enough that he would wear it with pride around his friends (almost-teenagers, whatevs lol).

He did, however, scoop up a bunch of the confetti that floated our way at the end of the concert to keep for a souvenir, which was cute! I think he enjoyed it! He certainly paid attention to everything they said and asked me lots of questions about the band on the drive home (Do I think the guy in the hat makes the most money? No, they split it equally. How do I think he remembers all the words? He doesn't all the time. How did I remember all the words? I have worked very hard on basically ONLY listening to Fall Out Boy for five years now. If their first arena show was in Providence, do I think they went to some of the same restaurants we go to in Rhode Island? omg I never thought about that...). He said he had fun and he had a lot to say about it to his parents. And he did recognize some of the songs, I think probably from sporting events he goes to with his friends. He was also really into all the opening bands and spent a lot of time comparing and contrasting them and asking me how I think they decided the order and how did they know which bands were going to be there, etc.

He also, of course, loved being at Fenway and asked me lots of questions about the field and the scoreboard and the Green Monster and stuff. He's been to Fenway before but not in circumstances where we really had time to talk about the park, so we talked a lot about how old it was and what the names and numbers on the banners meant, etc.

He was also super-patient with me when I kept studying different merch booths to make sure I wasn't missing anything I wanted. When I suddenly found the magic 8 ball shirt at some random merch stand tucked next to a sausage cart on Lansdowne Street, I was like, "We have to wait in this line now so I can get that shirt," and he was so good-natured and really interested in people-watching and asking how many sausage sandwiches I thought the guy was going to sell, etc.

ALSO, best thing. When you get out of Fenway from an event, there's usually someone out there busking on bucket-drums, so I'm guiding him through the crowd on Yawkey Way and it's chaos and he turns to me and goes, "Is that what Fall Out Boy used to do?" and I'm like, "What?" because there are a million people around us and curbs and barricades and cars, etc., and I'm distracted, and he's like, "That drumming thing," and I'm like, "What drumming thing?" and then register the busker in the background and I'm like, ???? I was like, "You mean that guy playing the drums? No, they never did that." Because in my head I was like, ...how weird and random he would think Fall Out Boy was out here busking after concerts once upon a time????? And then he goes, "Well, they said that they used to play across the street," which they did, and they meant by that the House of Blues, which is literally located across the street from Fenway, and I knew that was what they meant, but of course my nephew has no reason to know that there's another smaller venue right there and so he concluded they just played out on the street busking for money and I just love this idea so much, imagine Fall Out Boy just standing on a street corner playing, Patrick Stump would CLEAN UP as a busker.

Honestly, he's a funny kid, though, so I think he was also extremely tickled by the city Target we went into that had TWO FLOORS lol.

#tourdust

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thesunshinenotebook · 11 months

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Lots of people dream of dating their kpop idols, right? I personally think of them more as my virtual besties. I have, however, dreamed that...

I ran into Taehyung from BTS in a shoe store at the mall

J-Hope from BTS was in my neighbor's yard, right outside my window, for no reason

I worked at some sort of fast food joint with Stray Kids

Hyunjin from Stray Kids and possibly other members (I can't remember who) were for some reason evading the police in a getaway car with me. This may have been the same dream as #3

Felix from Stray Kids was the new manager at the grocery store I work at irl. When I had this dream I was just chilling in bed and didn't realize I was actually falling asleep until it occurred to me that Felix does not, in fact, work with me

I was going to TXT's concert... several states away...in a go kart...with a stranger who vaguely resembled a girl from art class

I was at TXT's concert, but in this weird confetti pit (literally swimming in confetti), and Beomgyu was for some reason in the crowd, and I for some reason gave him a stack of 4x6 photos, which I saw him holding later in the parking lot (why was he in the parking lot? I have no idea)

I was watching some sort of TXT documentary in which three members had solo performance at separate events (I want to say it was Choi line). Beomgyu was playing the piano on a two level stage, and somehow both he and the piano fell from the top level. He got knocked out, but then he woke up and kept singing, then passed out again, then kept singing. Dream me was watching this happen in the documentary and low-key panicking, and then I woke up incredibly confused.

So uhhh... BTS is in all the random places, Stray Kids are minimum wage workers, and Beomgyu should definitely stay away from pianos. I think my subconscious mind needs help.

#tomorrow by together #tomorrowxtogether #txt #bangtan #bts #stray kids #skz #memes #funny #weird dreams #funny dreams #kpop #kpop memes #kpop funny #feel like some of these could honestly make interesting fanfiction #except that they all had that confusing dream timeline that makes no sense #and i doubt y/n would be caught riding go karts to concerts #but anyway

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