#hey!!!!

1. Who are you favorite singers to listen to?

2. I’ve been trying to think of a ship name for Honey x Caine & have decided that I’m kinda liking Busybee (Caine’s always busy creating his adventures & Honey is part bee); I’m interested in reading about your opinion on this :)

These are just the main ones I can think of off the top of my head :) (as usual I can’t be normal and just give a short answer ^^;)

Jack Stauber

The Smiths

Chappel Roan 

Mitski

Paramore 

Sodikken

Coldplay

MCR (a handful of songs anyways, I learned the song the World is Ugly on the piano with just the chords to go off of and I was super proud of it lol)(doubt I have the audio anymore and it was years ago sadly)

The Cranberries

CaveTown

TV Girls

The Cardigans

Smyang Piano (do they count? I love their bts piano covers ^^)

The Weekend

AJR!!!!

….Bonus!: Dodie

Also literally almost any genre, I’m not picky but also very picky at the same time no I won’t elaborate I don’t know how to explain lol

I love very generic songs and very obscure 70’s songs

If an artists I like made a pmv or amv of a songs I probably fell in love with the song ^w^ (and any tadc songs ofc ^^ my current fav tadc song is just RagDoll by Chi-Chi)

As for my oc stuff:

Varian couldn’t say how long he’s been here. With all the sensations of the physical world stripped away, there was nothing left to tell him that time was passing. It could have been a day, it could have been years, there was no difference anymore. There was nothing to see, nothing to feel, only his own discordant humming for stimulation.

It’d been a long time since what he was humming had any meaning to him. He thought the tune had probably meant something once, but now it was just what he did to keep himself sane.

Assuming it wasn’t just a symptom of the contrary.

He was sure he was loosing the melody.

The change was slow, so slow he didn’t even recognize it. If he was focusing on anything other than keeping the song going, he might have recognized the sensation of touch slowly being returned to him, small pinpricks of sound reaching his ears where there had only been crushing silence.

He only realized something was different when the burning in his lungs reached a point that told him he could once again feel pain.

          they're  no  stranger  to  crowds  —  on  quite  the  contrary,  alex  thrives  on  them.  their  stint  in  the  premier  league  has  only  confirmed  what  they  (  and  their  teammates.  and  their  mother.  and  their  therapist  )  had  already  known:  that  it's  in  the  harsh  light  of  attention  that  they  truly  shine.  it's  the  same  reason  much  of  their  life  is  in  full  view  of  the  public,  from  ads  to  instagram  stories  to  tweets  —  their  public  persona  is  exactly  that:  on  view  for  the  world  to  see,  and  they  don't  ever  seem  to  really  mind.

          for  a  long  time,  alex  had  thought  they  would  end  up  with  someone  like  them:  publicized  and  media-hounded.  their  dating  history  had  seemed  to  veer  in  that  direction,  too  —  models  and  actresses  used  to  the  limelight.  gracie  is  different,  in  more  ways  than  one,  but  what  had  been  most  prominent  was  the  way  she  hadn't  grown  up  with  cameras  following  her  every  move.  and  for  someone  who  needed  the  constant  seeking  out  of  attention,  being  with  gracie  had  made  alex  realize  that  maybe  they  didn't  always  need  the  crowd's  eyes  on  them,  after  all;  they  only  needed  hers.

          it's  for  that  same  reason  they're  hiding  out  in  the  alley  behind  alex's  favorite  fish  and  chips  shop,  waiting  for  the  sound  of  clicking  cameras  at  the  main  entrance  to  subside,  for  the  crowd  to  disperse  before  they  can  leave  in  peace.  it's  in  that  moment  that  alex  studies  her  (  hazel  hues  that  shine  amber  in  the  sunlight,  the  way  her  hair  falls  on  the  side  of  her  face  just  so  )  and  beckons  —  "oi."  —  before  an  arms  wraps  around  her  waist,  pulling  her  in  for  a  kiss.