tavernking:

iamthefirechild:

~o “This is it, boys, this is war – what are we waiting for?
Why don’t we break the rules already?
I was never one to believe the hype
Save that for the black and white
I try twice as hard and I’m half as liked,
But here they come again to jack my style.” ~o

Singing at the top of her theatrically-trained lungs, with the music almost as loud as she is.

_{It was far, far too early to be awake— alright, it was nine in the morning, but that was early for a Saturday— and Gwaine was looking for something to warm him up. Elena had stolen the covers during the night as usual, wrapping them around herself so tightly it was impossible for the brunet to pry them off her.} 

_{He’d just put the kettle on when he heard a muffled sound beyond the front door. Curious, he padded into the corridor and headed toward the half-open door down the hall — the source of the singing. “Well. Someone’s a morning person,” he remarked, amusement replacing his sleepiness.} 

“Someone,” Summer said over her shoulder, pausing the music, “hasn’t slept yet. Normally I wouldn’t be awake this early.” She turned around and grinned at the tall man in her doorway. “Did I wake you? I am sorry. I’m Summer, I moved in a week or so ago.” She got up and offered a hand.