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DON'T FORGET ME | BAJI KEISUKE.

⋆˙⟡♡ synopis. going to a concert with your best friend certainly has its perks. and so does hooking up with one of the bandmates.

⋆˙⟡♡ contains. bimbo!reader, rockstar!baji, unprotected sex, pet names, asphyxiation, creampie, semi-public sex, baji being sleazy + eighteen plus, mdni.

⋆˙⟡♡ word count. 3.3k.

“Thanks for coming to tonight’s show! Here’s one more song before we head out!”

You’d never been much of a fan of underground rock music, and quite frankly, you still weren’t. Something about obnoxiously loud vocals backed up with random electric guitar riffs just never settle right within your spirit. In fact, you almost forgot the real reason you stood just yards away from one of the biggest up and coming rock bands.

For one thing, the air was incredulously too suffocating. Bodies upon bodies virtually sewn together despite the spacious arena that held them, and the stage lights abnormally dim—Only a few saffron-hued luminescences casted upon the four males that appeared on the platform. You hardly saw the members in the far back on their guitars but of what you could make out, one had white hair decorated with a small black streak and tan skin that glimmered under the hot lights while the other, with a dark neck tattoo and bold eyes, drank from his half-full water bottle.

Mostly by the front and center of the stage, occupied the drummer and the person who was just speaking out from the mic mere seconds ago.

“That’s my fucking brother!” Your best friend and little sister of the main vocalist, Airi shouted. She was but the replication of her brother; large, emerald orbs dazzled with long dark brown eyelashes and heaps of wavy blonde hair that fell downward to her lower back. Her outfit choice of leather pants donned with a matching corset top left none of her figure to the imagination, an ode to her love of the genre.

Wherever Airi went, you followed, and when she proposed the idea of seeing her brother and his bandmates perform, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity—Not to mention the free front row tickets he offered.

It was clear Chifuyu heard his sister from the crowd, looking down at the two of you with an illustrious smile and gesturing a two finger salute. He inched back with the microphone taut in the grip of his left hand and sent off a cue to the rest of his bandmates. Music followed hastily after and he began to sing.

Throughout the whole show, your eyes remained locked onto the raven-haired drummer. You marveled at each and every ministration he made, how his demeanor seemed to switch with each passing song and how the sweat accumulated on his perfectly toned body. In your head, you could’ve cursed Airi for not telling you about him beforehand, he’s totally your type.

You bobbed your head along to the melody that flowed within your ears and it was evident to Airi that you were enjoying the show you formally told her you “probably wouldn’t enjoy.”

She leaned over to sonorously whisper-yell in your ear. “Having fun?” The expiration of her words practically fell to flat ears had you not seen her in your peripheral view. In all honesty, you were more-so focused on the aggression that sexy drummer displayed while he played. How did he not break the drumset? Surely, he was strong enough to do so.

“Huh?” You peered over at her, vacant eyes meeting her jaded ones. She gave you her signature allknowing look and turned back to face the band.

Soon enough, the music stopped and the venue was filled with its final cheers. The stage went ominously tenebrous and the rest of the audience filed out of the stadium, except for you and Airi.

“Wanna go chill backstage?” Airi proposed. She pointed her thumb in the direction of a hallway filled with staff. “Are we even allowed to?” you started. “The place is packed with security.”

Airi mirthfully elbowed you, that sly smile on her perfectly made-up face. “I’m family, they’ll understand.”

One thing you couldn’t knock about your best friend was her adventurousness. Truthfully, you were just as bad as her, yet a bit more wary of getting in trouble—Especially if the law was involved, but you liked fun. And this was definitely what you needed. “Show me the way then, Little Matsuno.”

And with that, the both of you had set foot on your way to heading backstage.

Which undoubtedly felt like the case until you found yourself stranded among other concertgoers and personnel that you lost sight of your friend. She couldn’t have gotten far so where the hell was she? You continued your search by calling her phone, walking in any direction to pick up the slightest amount of signal.

“Hey.”

The bellow of a deep voice stopped you dead in your tracks and you sheepishly looked up with silent hopes that you hadn’t gotten in it with the wrong person. Much to your dismay (Or maybe it was a blessing), the man you’d been eyeing all night stood tall above you. Long, wavy noir tresses sat at his wide shoulders to match his black tank top that was slightly rolled up at the hem, showing off his midriff and that delicious v-line. His toned and ink littered arms folded across his chest while an undistinguishable expression etched over his features.

“Uh, hi.” You blinked a few times in dubiousness at the circumstance you so gracefully landed yourself in. Proximal distance to his figure led you to tread backward a few steps until you were at a comfortable enough range to take him in fully.

He looked so fucking mean, thick eyebrows pursed together, and sharp, amber eyes narrowed upon your figure.

“What do ya think you’re doin’?”

You had half a mind to drop to your knees and show him what was on your mind, yet you remained to keep yourself where you stood, for his sake of course.

His eyes bored holes into your frame. Whereas you couldn’t keep up with his unwavering eye contact, he managed to take note of every little quirk about you. “Um.. I was looking for my friend.” Your throat felt dry as you began to speak. “She said I could come backstage—Her name’s Airi Matsuno, Chifuyu’s sister.” The words got quieter as you spewed them out. You weren’t sure if it was your nerves or the intimidation, he’s so much taller up close.

“Eh? Fuyu’s lil’ sis?” He looked behind him to one of his bandmates, that same one as before with the blond streaks and neck tattoo. It seemed as though every member had genes blessed by the deities up above. “Tora, does Fuyu have a sister?”

The man you come to realize as “Tora” affirms your claim, adding that he had just seen Airi and Chifuyu leave the venue.

“Damn it, Ai.” You thought to yourself as if she’d actually given one day to not be herself.

The drummer turns back to look at you, this time unfolding his arms and standing somewhat widely. His thick dark brows remained quirked in a perplexed manner. He leans down to meet your gaze, hands hidden in his pockets as he concludes. “Some friend you got there. She left ya all alone.”

“She does that sometimes.” You reply.

He straightened up back to his full height, his expression softening, and a slight crack of a smile on his lips. “Guess i’ll keep ya company ‘til she comes back.”

Any other day, your humility would’ve been disregarded to the back of your mind. In all actuality, you were discourteous and loved attention, yet the feeling of a celebrity seemingly stooping low enough for some lost, 20-something year old groupie in disguise, kept your modesty in perfect condition.

“Oh, you don’t have to-“

Your words were quickly cut off by his cold demeanor as he opened one of the doors in the narrow hallway beside him. “But I wanna. /Ven aqui/.“ Eyes looked into yours like daggers and you couldn’t quite tell if he were vexed at your facade or if he were just blessed with bedroom eyes.

You followed him into what seemed to be his greenroom. It’s complete with a set of drums on one side near the corner and a half opened window, and a leather couch in the middle, not to mention the rack of clothes on the other edge.

“Didn’t catch your name, though. You are?” He questioned, sitting at the drumset in front of you. You made yourself comfortable on the plush couch, pulling the hem of your pink bodycon down in hopes you don’t reveal too much.

“I’m Y/N. And you are?”

He raises an eyebrow then follows it with a hearty laugh. “You came to my show ‘nd ya don’t even know my name?” You felt heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment, but he was right. You didn’t know any of the members aside from the obvious, Chifuyu.

“My friend dragged me here, I just go wherever she goes.” You retort, a cordial grin on your face. He adjusts his sitting position and spreads his legs slightly.

It’s coming. The urge to suck dick.

“Yeah? Name’s Baji. You can call me Keisuke though.”

He pulled the pair of drumsticks from his back pocket and quietly tapped away. “You’re cute.” Dexterously, he twirled one of the sticks between his fingers where you noticed his black lacquered nails paired with the skull-esque designs of the rings that adorned said digits. “You like a college student or something?” Heat spread across your cheeks at the comment. A band member calling you cute was not something you thought you’d experience tonight, but there’s lots you haven’t experienced yet.

“Mhm. It’s a lot though, I'm thinking of dropping out.” More calm your voice was, and he picked up on your energy, sending a stern glance your way.

“Nah, don’t do that.” The melodic tapping from the drumsticks halt. “Ya seem like a smart girl, don’t be like me.”

Curiosity overtakes you, causing you to press forward. “And what are you like, Keisuke?” His name tasted saccharine falling off your tongue and filling your ears with the sweetest music. Keisuke, Keisuke, Keisuke.

“Dropped out at 14, ran around with a few gangs, and now ‘m doing music.” His words register in his mind before he continues. “But ‘m makin’ good money now, maybe you should live like me a little.”

A giggle resonated within the room and he felt his heart swell at the cute laughter. He wasn’t quite sure what urged your joy but he returned it with a smile of his own. You truly do have the prettiest face. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Ya know..” His words slipped off his tongue like honey and in turn you gave him the most of your attention, curious eyes locked on his dismal bronze ones. “I got this beat I can’t get out my head. Can I get your opinion?” His expression was glazed over in calculation with a slight pat to his thigh that you seemingly picked up. Instinctively, your body moved on its own and replied to his silent call. As you nestled into his lap, you only hoped that this had been what he was asking for. “Mhm.” Your response was curt and barely escaped under the pressure of your breath.

Your back was pressed against his chest and your core was slotted over his thigh, a relatively intimate position despite the need for cordial relations. He started up on the drums, stirring up the common one-two, one-two beat that emphasized its focus on the round bass drum that sat at the bottom of the set. It was as if with each press to the drum pedal the muscle of his thigh dangerously tensed beneath your heat, eliciting surges of delirium and pleasure straight to the very source. It’s clear he knew what he was doing from the onsight of your glossy lips parting and the faintest decibel of a gasp leaving your lips.

“Y’like it?” Deep voice ghosted over your ear as he leaned in precariously close. “Y’sure it won’t sound better like this?”

The beat he originally created morphed into one of a sonorous, heavier tone. Your body vaguely rocked over his, your tits bouncing from the nefarious rising and falling of his leg in the sweetest, yet most sinister tandem with his flexing thighs.

And all restraint vanished from within you as you diligently rutted your hips. You felt embarrassed. Like a needy nuisance needed to be taken care of, yet again, your humility sat idly by and pride dwindled from your very being.

“That—That sounds nice.” Your reply was breathy and if you thought enough of this through, your little plan of passing your insatiability off as adjusting your position would’ve worked on him. But it didn’t.

The sultry, damp sensation he felt on his blackened denim pants told him otherwise. Baji chuckled to no one in particular, the sharp canines on display while he smirked mirthfully to himself. He’s had his fair share of girls practically throwing themselves at him, and still, you were the most fun to play with.

The flexing and relaxing of his muscles didn’t let up, as with your ruthless humping. You held tightly to his knees with the pressure only gradually increasing when you felt yourself crumbling in his hold.

On the verge of your awaiting orgasm, Baji’s lips press against the shell of your studded ear.

“I saw you starin’ in the crowd tonight—Couldn’t keep my eyes off that tiny lil’ dress you’re wearing.” He moved one hand from the drumset to snake over the front of your garment, calloused hands kneading at your soft and pert breasts. The movement was one of full dexterity. Your nipples ached as he pinched and rolled them between his fingers.

“Knew you weren’t wearin’ a bra.” his lips against your ear trailed down to your neck which caused the helplessly rutting of your core over his thigh, strikingly close to orgasm. You had managed to keep your whimpers low but due to proximity, you left nothing to be unheard. A harsh tug of your nipples pulled you from the hazed out state you were entranced in.

“Gotta tell Tora I won our little bet.”

False lashes fluttered with every move the both of you made. Your voice was soft as you responded, “You’re just so fucking fine, Couldn’t help myself.”

He was used to the attention. He’s a 6��0 rockstar with a checkered past — Any girl would fall for that cliche shtick, yet something within him wanted to toy with your naivety. Would you really believe anything he said?

“I don’t get much attention from fans, but you? You’re special.”

It was that moment that sent you over the edge, a lewd cry followed by your body convulsing, pretty face screwed up in pleasure, letting Baji know your release had hit you, and fucking hard at that.

“Oh ho? That did it for ya, huh?” He watched in awe at the sopping mess of his pants while allowing you to ride out your high completely before those same strong hands bunched your dress up at the hip.

You rested against his back for a while as stray pants waned themselves from your lips.

“Ya poor thing, I ain’t even get to finish my drummin.’” his hands left your tits as he rasped out the words and settled on turning you around to face him on his lap. “Sorry..” you meekly responded. An airy chuckle sounded itself from him as he whips out his throbbing hard length.

It should be illegal to be as thick as a fucking Coke can, yet there he was — The tip flushed a deep mauve, and pretty pearlescent beads of precum streaming down his cock and over the few veins that seemed to run along the shaft. The prettiest dick you’ve ever seen, and you stared in awe until the deep clearing of his throat caught your attention.

Pumping it shallowly, he pushed those cute fucking pink lace panties to the side, revealing your glistening and sticky folds to him. He prodded the tip at your hole, bullying your core that left you aching for his touch.

“Ride it for me, muñequita.”

With no hesitation, you sank yourself down onto his cock, carefully taking him in.

“Fuck—” The low whimper is sounded from you as you began to bounce yourself on his lap. He felt impossible to take and with your hands rested over his shoulders paired with his arms at your waist, slowly pushing you further down, you didn’t think you could take it. “That’s it, baby. Ride it like it’s yours.” He cooed, letting his head fall back as you got him off.

You bit at your plush bottom lip to elicit any moans from flying which reigned ineffective when you picked up pace and rolled your hips, allowing his cock to drag against that spongey spot within your walls that had your resolve weakening.

Obscenities and the reverberation of skin on skin bounced against the walls of his green room. You were tighter than any girl he’d ever been in and much cuter too.

Once you were able to fall into a comfortable rhythm of bouncing on his cock he hastily began to work toward his own release having grown tired of your saunterous riding.

He lifted you up off his length and turned you around so that you were bent over his drumset. “I know you were trying your best,” he followed up his words with a quick slap to your ass before aligning his cock with your slit once more, “But i’m gonna need better than that.”

Baji noticed the way you faltered once he built up his own pace, with more fervor than the previous. You almost fell forward with the trajectory of the thrusts and to his chagrin, your moans amplified.

“D-Deep! ‘S so deep!” You cried wantonly. You felt your guts get turned inside out with his vigor. A scoff was heard from him in response, the inked up hands that rested at your hips now filing up your body and hooking at your elbows, holding you back flush against him as he continued to hit harder within your walls.

You felt unsteady when his right hand trailed up to your neck and gripped at your jaw before his index and middle finger slipped past your lips into your mouth. The metal of the rings tasted metallic and felt cold against your tongue, those being the least of your concerns when you felt your high from previously coil right up within you once more.

Without warning, you were hit with your release that left you limp in his hold, his fingers retracting from your mouth and messily running down your fat bottom lip where he also smeared a mix of saliva and cherry oil gloss down your chin.

Just momentarily from the sight of how pretty you looked, convulsing and crumbling because of his doing, he followed suit and filled your insides in thick, hot spurts of his cum, drops dripping down your thigh when he continued to rut inside you, emptying himself of his need.

It took you both a while to settle down, his lips hungrily taking in your neck down to your shoulder.

“Was that deep enough for ya?” He rasped and haziness filled your system when you pant to respond. “I-“

Just before you could respond, there’s a knock at the door and a familiar voice accompanied.

“Y/N! You in here? I’m ready to leave!”

It’s Airi, loud and clear after her awaited reappearance.

“Shit.” Baji cursed under his breath. He pulled you off of him and bent you over slightly, fetching a thick black marker from the table beside him and holding the cap between his teeth.

The uncomfortable sensation of the felt tip on your ass trailing down to your thigh lasted mere seconds as you tried to make out the shapes you couldn’t see. “Here’s my number. Don’t forget me.”

He stood you up properly and fixed your skirt, sending you off with a pat to your ass.

“I’ll see you again, Keisuke?”

“Damn right you will.”

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gojos-thot-patrol · 1 year

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This can be SFW or nsfw or both, whatever you fancy hehe, but can you do turn ons and turn offs for the jjk men? Plz and thnx o holy one ☝🏽

Oh reader, Don't call me Holy, I might just fuck around and start a cult ♥️

Now Presenting...

Starring Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Nanami Kento, and Ryomen Sukuna

Satoru Gojo

You existing is his main turn on.

Jk.

…..But not really.

When girls with enough hair tie it up OR let it down? That's his drug.

When you let out a little giggle at his stupid jokes? Heroin

That look you give him when he’s being actively dumb? It’s going to make him act up even more.

The look on your face when you're concentrating? Begs him to break that concentration.

Also just like…dominant people.

Honestly I feel like Gojo is a little bit of a masochist, ngl. So like, little pats on the back that are just a bit too rough do it for him

Honestly, say anything with a little bit of bass in your voice and he’s hooked

Thigh highs, he fucking loves thigh high stockings.

Thighs in general really, thick thighs save lives

The little dimples at the base of your spine? Drive him fucking wild.

And your moans are basically an aphrodisiac for him.

Blindfolds on him? Eh. On you? Next level.

Edge him, please edge him, he’s begging

As for turn offs

Spit, blood, piss, bodily fluids of that nature, off the table.

I’m going to keep it real with you, I do think he’s at least a little turned off by condoms. He thinks his pullout game is that strong enough and he’s so touch starved, that when he does get to that point with you he wants zero barriers between you.

Feet. He hates them. Keep your grippers to yourself.

Suguru Geto

He is verrrryyy….musically motivated.

Certain songs really get him going, and no it’s not what you're thinking.

You’re thinkin’ Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter, I’m talkin’ Animal by Nine Inch Nails

Concerts in general are a turn on for him. The energy goes straight to his dick.

He takes you to a concert and half way through he’s fucking you in the filthy ass bathroom

For similar reasons, you singing is a major turn on for him.

Also, when you stretch to try and reach something and your shirt rides up and he can see your tummy?

He’s going to go feral.

Stripteases are also a major turn on for him.

You begging him to fuck you is far better than opium as far as hes concerned. It scratches his corruption kink

Honestly? This may be controversial but he loves it when you say you hate him.

Cause that just gives him a reason to show you why that's bullshit.

Head is another major turn on for him, both giving and receiving he is ALL ABOUT IT

Also he’s into voyeurism. Look at him.

Call him sir and watch him lose all control.

Call him daddy and watch him walk away LMAO

Vore is a major MAJOR turn off for him. It reminds him of swallowing curses and makes him GAG

Honestly anything relating to the jujutsu sorcerers or work turns him off ngl

Actively trying to be sexy is another turn off for him. Like, just let it happen naturally and be in the flow. He thinks people trying to force “being sexy” (Like thirst traps for example) Are often stilted and awkward and maybe even a little funny?

Nanami Kento

Some of Nanamis turn ons include:

A stable income

A 401k

A retirement plan!

Nanami is the most turned on by STABILITY.

Nanami is more than willing to take care of his partner, but he does want to feel like this is a partnership.

Now, all jokes aside, Nanami is a man of taste.

He finds hip dips intoxicating, and loves the spine line along your back.

The way you laugh is an aphrodisiac to him.

But, he's not all fluff. If we’re talking nsfw…

He loves a solid matching set. Lingerie in general really is a huge turn on for him.

If you’ve read my NSFW headcanons (See: Here) you know why 👀

Dirty talk is another turn on for him, as he uses it to get consistent consent from you

Call him daddy. Call him daddy, I dare you, watch him ACT UP

He also l o v e s LOVES to see you covered in marks. He’s all about it.

Now, As for his turn offs..

Nanami is big on smells. This isn’t even like a “Bad hygiene turns him off” because, yea fair. No, I mean things like, Coconut or pear smells actively turn him off. Buy the wrong shampoo and face the consequences.

Also, blood. I don’t see him as a period sex guy, his job is too bloody for him not to be turned off by it.

Forcing your voice to go up in pitch. AKA: The uwu voice. If that’s naturally how you talk, that's one thing, but putting on a voice is another.

Call him Daddy in the UWU voice, that will really confuse him.

Ryomen Sukuna

Ryomen is fucked up dude, I’m not gonna front LMAO

Lets start light before we get fucked up.

It turns him on when you need him. When you need him to get something off the top shelf or open a jar or whatever. That shit turns him up to 10 because he loves feeling like you’re dependent on him

It turns him on as well when you try to question his authority. He loves to see that feistiness in you...and also cause he knows that he’s about to get to punish you.

In kinda the same vein, it turns him on when he sees you being bad, but not defiant against him.

Like, if he catches you being particularly mean to one of the servants? That scratches his corruption kink, he’s gonna lose his shit.

Now, on to the main event

Remember when I said blood was a turn off for Nanami? THE EXACT OPPOSITE FOR RYOMEN.

He will purposely bite you until you bleed.

In the same vein, crying. You crying activates the predator part of his brain and he loves it

He’s a sadist, there I said it.

He also loves watching your tits bounce when he’s fucking you, that shit will make him go feral.

He loves when you get cock drunk for him, seeing you desperate for him to fuck you strokes his ego in all of the best ways.

He’s got a praise kink, but he won't admit that.

This is about to be so vulgar…watching his cum drip out of your pussy makes him want to fuck you full again. Yep, take that line in

And like, if he ever knocks you up, god help you both cause his breeding kink will not let either of you rest.

Now, turn offs for him?

Honestly I see Ryomen as constantly horny so there's not many.

You flirting with someone else would be a turn off for him, but he’s also going to kill you for it.

Getting food involved in any way I feel like would be a major turn off for him, that's the vibe I get.

If you tell him you love him in the middle of the act it might scare his boner away, ngl.

….that's it.

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yeuheart · 1 year

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IDOL!AU

Synopsis: BlueLock characters as idols | CW: mentions of diets, crazy fans, fainting, little bit of Hiori backstory spoilers, tiny angst | Featuring: Isagi Yoichi, Chigiri Hyoma, and Hiori Yo | Notes: Can be read as in a group or soloist. @hiorisgf

In general

Blue Lock is a entertainment company with Ego as the founder.

Probably one of the most difficult companies to audition for since Ego is very critical about who he chooses. Also definitely went bankrupt once. Anri is the one who makes all the announcements regarding the idols because if Ego does it he’s gonna get flamed.

All the idols go through lots of exercises (vocally and physically), sometimes it goes on until early in the morning.

They get paid well, and have decent breaks but their schedules are really busy.

If they’re trainees then they are required to sign a form regarding leaking things and such.

Isagi Yoichi

Idol!Isagi’s main genres are ballads and RnB, he really likes the flow of it. He’s definitely open to other genres such as pop, soft pop, etc. His singing voice is really nice but he can’t do really long high notes and such.

Ido!Isagi who loves to work with other singers on songs.

Idol!Isagi when it comes to dancing he’s kind of stiff and the choreographer always tells him to loosen up, at first he does feel a little awkward but he gets used to it as he goes. He probably likes contemporary, jazz, and hip hop dance but is also open to different dances. Although the may not be as good in others than the ones he likes. Sometimes he feels awkward if it’s the first time he’s doing a dance in front of the mirror, he thinks he looks funny but the choreographer tells him it’s because he’s not yet used to himself dancing in front of the mirror and that he should practice more in order to get used to it. Not a fan of break dancing or freestyle, he just freezes on the spot if you ask him to do those.

Idol!Isagi really really loves his fans, he especially appreciates the ones who have been there since the first day he debuted. Also if his managers allow him, he will absolutely reply to all of the comments if he can on weverse. He’s really scared of the sasaengs, and is always looking over his shoulder whenever he takes out his phone, wallet, etc. His fans definitely make lots of memes out of him, he even has some saved on his phone. Tbh he probably doesn’t really care to speak about haters and just chooses to ignore them (definitely talks mad shit abt them tho).

Idol!Isagi sometimes gets the least lines.

Idol!Isagi is kinda hesitant to go on diets sometimes especially when he’s starting to feel weak and stuff. Will literally argue with his manager if they ask if he can go on a ice cube diet, tries to convince his manager to let his group mates eat and not go on diets too much. Has actually gotten sick and fainted once because of a diet he went on. He’s his group mates N1 fan literally no question and will not hesitate to defend them if someone says something insulting that isn’t true. (Sneaks food in for his group mates)

Idol!Isagi who is definitely the mom of the group and is always nagging at his members to take care of themselves

Idol!Isagi is definitely the center or face of the group

Idol!Isagi is the ambassador of Burberry and probably Nike

Hyoma Chigiri

Idol!Chigiri’s main genres are electropop, nu-disco, city pop, dark pop, and alternative rock. Occasionally he’ll make songs that are very poetic and hard to unravel without someone actually asking him. The meanings are usually sad but have a nice beat to it. His singing voice is not the top but his visuals, talents, and personality make up for it.

Idol!Chigiri isn’t the worst or best dancer and usually just sticks to singing if he can. But if he does dance he likes to have minimal moves and also likes if it’s slow, although he does warm up to more dancing depending on how much he likes his songs. Once in a while he’ll do these fast paced dances and he’s really good at it. He probably went too fast once and tired himself out before his choreographer and backup dancers and had to take a 10 minute break. He likes contemporary, breakdance, modern, and traditional. The least stiff out of the ones mentioned here.

Idol!Chigiri who is known for his really soft hair even if he has dyed it countless times.

Idol!Chigiri doesn’t really mind diets as long as they aren’t too intense and if they don’t have the foods he doesn’t like. But he does go on mild diets so he finds it okay but he does get a little uncomfortable if he’s having to actually starve for longer than he usually does. Let’s his members take bites of his food in secret if they’re on a diet.

Idol!Chigiri is the visual of the group and is famous for his hair most of the time. He’s also the lead vocalist (main and lead vocalists r different btw!)

Idol!Chigiri uses his phone and wallet more freely than Isagi but is still careful of the really crazy fans.

Idol!Chigiri is the silent protector in his group and subtly encourages his members.

Idol!Chigiri who as a trainee was really secretive and wouldn’t open up to anyone until he got really close to them. He would make his members food and help them if he couldn’t speak their language.

Idol!Chigiri loves his fans and admires their (false) loyalty towards him. He watches edits of him sometimes when he’s bored. Is absolutely flabbergasted when he sees that someone found out about something he’s never ever shared.

Idol!Chigiri who always promotes Paul Mitchell and poses with a small bottle of the product at the airport (he has a a whole suitcase filled with products whenever he goes somewhere). Recommends that brand to everyone if they ask but depending on their hair he will mention different brands. He absolutely loves that brand (me too).

Idol!Chigiri is the ambassador of Dior and Paul Mitchell

Hiori Yo

Idol!Hiori’s main genres are rnb, electronic, bedroom pop, and alternative. Has his bedroom in his studio. He has one desk for music making and one for gaming, the cost of the whole room is honestly more than what he gets paid yearly and it keeps building up cause of the stuff he buys. He has a nice voice but it depends on the pitch. He can do high notes but just not really high but he can hold the notes well.

Idol!Hiori who isn’t the best singer and dancer but his friendly personality makes up for it and that’s how he’s able to keep gaining fans.

Idol!Hiori likes hip-hop, freestyle, and lyrical. He also likes popping because it’s fun but doesn’t do it often. When he listens to songs he does little dances here and there. He’s probably one of the stiffest dancers mentioned here but he’s still working on it.

Idol!Hiori streams and lets his fans join him in games as long as they don’t try to hack him or whatever. He was nervous the first time cause someone made a comment that there was a hacker (they lied)

Idol!Hiori’s position in the group is center and sub-vocalist. Does take pride that he has those titles. Sometimes he gets the least lines.

Idol!Hiori is never seen without a Yakult, there’s always one in his hand or just nearby. Lots of Yakult merch in his room, and the walls are probably a light soft pink.

Idol!Hiori checks on his members' health especially the ones that are quieter than others. His members are always recommending that if you want a room idea you can just ask him. Also, they always mention how he gives the best company.

Idol!Hiori makes sure that when he buys something on stream or wtv he ends it or stops the screen recording. He changes his password once a month to make sure. Never got hacked during his whole career.

Idol!Hiori as a trainee was really encouraging and told others to not give up. He was usually in the corner by himself unless dancing. His members are grateful for him because if he wasn’t there then they may not be an idol now.

Idol!Hiori’s parents made him go through lots of training just to be an idol, but he’s glad he’s away from them more often. He’s also unsure if this is really what he wants to do since his parents made him do this.

Idol!Hiori loves his fans so much, he’s grateful for the support they give him. He probably admitted once that he wanted to give up and leave this career because he wasn’t sure if this is what he really wanted to do. Regardless his fans gave him the support he needed and told him that even if he wanted to give up they would still support him in whatever comes next. He got really emotional after hearing that.

Idol!Hiori is the ambassador of MSI, Jo Malone, and Yakult.

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About The Kaveh Reincarnation Theory

I will make this theory make sense and no one can stop me.

Story Parallels

We know very little about the Goddess of Flowers but her connection to Kaveh is less about backstory and more his personality.

What do we know about her? She foresaw her own death in the cataclysm and didn’t run away from it. She facilitated her so she would leave a legacy greater than herself behind. And she did, creating the Jinn and the Khvarena. And what does Kaveh do on a near daily basis? Break himself over and over again to create things that will outlast him. And while he has succeeded in creating great things, he is still trying to make a legacy, no matter how much he brings himself to a closer ending than he should ever have.

Artifacts

Honeyed Final Feast

"In those days, the moonlight would tell of their happiness to the nightingale and the rose." "And they were so frightened and abashed that they could sing no song in response." "Peace and ease reigned, and there was no division or misfortune in this worriless paradise..." "If only these wonderful days, as lovely as a shimmering mirage, could last for eternity, and that they should never have to taste the bitterness of parting."

Could possibly parallel Kaveh and Al Haitham’s relationship before their falling out, as well as how Kaveh was living at what he thought to be the high point of his life before he ended up homeless.

Later, time sundered the contract between day and night, destroying the ancient oath. The gentle moonlight sank into the quicksand. The sun shrouded all things in its fearsome gaze.

The mention of quicksand is interesting, considering that is how Kaveh’s father died.

Dreaming Steelbloom

"When the moon leaves your palm, and the lonesome silver light retracts from atop the labyrinth on the sand ocean," "One hopes that you will remember how your companion in the dreams shone like the burning sun."

This is the same line I pulled for the Al Haitham write up but it still tracks as a possible parallel to Kaveh and Al Haitham’s falling out. Or rather, an implication that if things were to continue as they are, history might repeat itself between the “sun” and the “moon”

Ay-Khanoum's Myriad

In a bygone time which only the Jinn recall, the Lord of Flowers was cast aside by the heavens. Her magnificent vessel was left a savaged husk, her kinsfolk punished by way of being stripped of their minds... Legend has it that the Lord of Flowers wandered the barren wastes for seventy-two nights... Her heels were worn through by the merciless gravel. Her wounds gushed into limpid springs, turning into streams with no boundaries.

Could act as a parallel to Kaveh losing everything he has to create the palace and being homeless afterwards.

Wilting Feast

The Lord of Flowers capitulated to her friend's folly, finding a most admirable rebellion burning within the ambitions of the god. An idea that joined the wisdom of thousands, and the great attempt at binding their dreams to power. What hides here is more than lies, but also the future of humanity, burning like the sparks of hope... Dreams will always dissolve, their landscapes fated to collapse — this is the true meaning of the blooming flowers. Only by suffering through the destruction of a god's delusions can humanity learn to rise against divine will... Just as the stubborn God King orchestrated this secret rebellion, surviving on the strength of individual will alone. However, the Lord of Flowers never knew a love that could be as sweet as wine, let alone the paltriness of human emotion. Brilliant as she was, even she could not easily predict when these little beings would finally realize the truth... "... Have these so-called gods not been superfluous to you since the beginning?"

Oh boy, there’s a lot to unpack here, but I’ll attempt to simplify.

This is the very culmination of the parallels between Deshret and Nabu Maikata as well as Al Haitham and Kaveh. The main purpose here is that the Goddess of Flowers never truly agreed with Deshret. She could never fully believe in his ideas, yet she stayed by his side anyway in a hope that they could do something truly selfless for their people. This is almost one to one Al Haitham and Kaveh’s dynamic. They will never see eye to eye. Yet they are each other’s mirror, equals in every way.

And like the past, eventually these ideals clashed and the dream died. Deshret, like Al Haitham, chose to do all his work on his own. And Nabu, like Kaveh, did everything she could to be selfless, but could really only watch as her world crumbled. Nabu and Deshret’s love, like Kaveh and Al Haitham's, wasn't sweet. It was chaotic, all over the place, impossible to fully pin down and yet it was still there. After every tragedy, after every hardship, after the times where they believed they were nothing to each other, the emotions there had never grown dull.

The final thing to connect is the question Nabu was asked and the question Al Haitham asked Kaveh.

“How has realizing your ideals gone for you?”

For Nabu, the answer was to design a legacy born of both bitterness at life and the gods, as well as so those after her could live on. For Kaveh, he hasn’t figured out his answer yet.

Secret-Keeper's Magic Bottle

In a bygone time on which the Jinn alone are silent, King Deshret poured his deepest ambitions out before the Lord of Flowers... As the moonlight's visage drifted across ripples within a glass of pomegranate wine, the Lord of Flowers finally succumbed to the persuasion of a friend most beloved. The words King Deshret spoke that night remain unknown to all. Even the eldest Jinn bestow only silence when asked about that which was said. None know what secret desires King Deshret revealed in the dark past daylight, desires that might shock even the wisest of gods. But the Lord of Flowers herself drew enlightenment from the exchange. It had been within her calculus — something long foreseen. . . . "Know this: if there is to be hope in this world, it will be found kindling within mortals most ordinary."

Acts as a parallel to Kaveh and Al Haitham’s project while they were still in school. Also parallels Al Haitham’s closed off self reliance and Kaveh’s desire to give pieces of himself to others.

Connections to Real Life

The only name given to the Goddess of Flowers is Nabu Malikata. And while the first half of her name can’t really be attributed to Kaveh (Nabu being an ancient Mesopotamian god of literacy, the rational arts, scribes, and wisdom), the second half of her name can. Malikata can be translated to the ideogram of the Middle Persian word for queen, MLKTA. More proof of this is found in the Eternal Oasis, in her name is written as “NABU MLKTA” in the in-game Deshret Script, the same as the ideogram of the Middle Persian word.

Kaveh’s name, as I’ve learned (shout out to my friend Cado, who unintentionally helped me with a lot of this) is a very common Iranian/Persian name for boys. That’s just a fun fact, more specifically, the name came from the Shahnameh, or the Book of Kings. The name Kaveh was used for a character in the tale of Zahak the Serpent King, in which the Zoroastrian gods played major roles.

The Goddess of Flowers, created something known as Khvarena, which in Genshin is a purifying spirit, but in Zoroastrianism, is a concept of a divine power projected upon and aiding the appointed. While it could be considered grasping at straws, reincarnation or being the vessel of divine power could be considered a form of Khvarena in real life Zoroastrianism.

Now, we have no Goetic name or twisting of a Goetic name for Nabu Malikata, we can also lift from Egyptian mythology considering Deshret’s true name is Amun. The consort of Amun/Amun-Ra is Mut, sky, fertility and matriarch goddess said to be born from the primordial waters of Nu. This could be the proof of Nabu Malikata’s true name as she has been shown to have connections with Egeria, who wielded the power of the Primordial Sea. And, while not directly from Fontaine does have connections to it as his mother moved there.

As for Mut as a name, it could be twisted in Mathim, an alternate reading of Bathin, a demon said to know the virtues of precious stones and herbs.

Conclusion

Oddly enough I feel like this theory is far more concrete than the one with Al Haitham. With references to Persian mythology, mytho-history, and history in both the Goddess of Flowers and Kaveh, as well as the parallels in their stories, the theory actually feels very water-tight. Perhaps my theory with the most proof to date.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact theory #genshin theory #kaveh #genshin kaveh #goddess of flowers #nabu malikata #should I tag the ship?#i'm tagging the the ship #al haitham #alhaitham #haikaveh #kavetham #it's not really about the ship but i do mention it #so this is just to be safe

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The Sweet Symphony - Chapter Two: Safari Song Sparks

Jake Kiszka x Reader series

Words: 1.7k+

Summary: After receiving an invitation from Jake to go to a charity event, your curiosity gets the best of you when you decide to attend

CW: MDNI, 18+, drinking, flirting, cursing, fluff, idk?

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The next day, you spent the whole afternoon pondering whether or not you were going to go to the charity event. He was a very attractive man, but you didn't know if there was more to him other than his looks. Sitting on your couch, you reach for your laptop that's on the side table. Your curiosity had gotten the best of you. However, you couldn't quite remember what he said his name was. Was it Jake or Jack? You typed in the search bar Greta Van Fleet and looked at the members. There he was.

Jake Kiszka.

There were various images of him playing the guitar and some with his band mates. You came across a video of the band playing a song called Built By Nations. You noticed all the men seemed to look the same. Trying to find the boy you had seen at the record store the day prior you scanned the screen, and there he was. The camera caught Jake playing his guitar. The way his fingers glided up and down the strings had you in a trance. The way his body moved to the beat under the bright red lights had your head spinning. It was now, you knew you had to go.

You flipped through your closet, coming across a pair of faux black leather pants that you always used to wear when you went for a night out. It was a perfect occasion to break them out again. They fit your body so well and accentuated your hips and ass. You paired it with a white corset top, that was basically a given to drive any man off the wall.

A few hours later, and you were off to the show. You were sure the concert had started already but you didn't mind being a little bit fashionably late. Besides, it would leave Jake guessing. As you got out of the Uber you quickly gave the driver a sweet 'thank you' and hurried inside. The loud music could be heard muffled from outside. As you stepped inside, the bright lights and loud sound enveloped you.

As you walked up to the stage, you saw the same group of guys in the video that you had watched earlier. They were in the middle of a song. Jake was jamming out on his guitar, and damn, did he look good doing it. He had lots of talent. You noticed he looked a little lost. He kept scanning the room and his gaze never just settled in one spot. His head continuously turned left, right, left, right. The song came to an end and you moved up in the crowd, trying to get closer to Jake. There was a big crowd that came out for the show. After the applause had settled, the main singer shouted into the mic, "This next one is called Safari Song!"

The crowd cheered wildly as the first notes began to play. The main singer began to sing, but you couldn't keep your eyes off Jake.

"Oh, lady, when you come on down, won't you come on down I said, to my town?"

He was bound to spot you sooner rather than later.

"Oh, mama, when you come on down, won't you come on down I said, to my home?"

He continued to look around, he looked anxious and lost.

"Oh, lady, won't you move my way? Can't you move my way? I'm getting hazy"

Maybe he just had stage fright?

"Oh, mama, when you give your lovin', when you give your love you drive me crazy"

His eyes kept scanning the crowd. And then, they finally landed on you.

"Ah, mama, what you gonna do with all that love in your heart?"

The eye contact grew more and more intense. He gave you a sexy smile and never took his eyes off you. His confidence grew once he saw you. As he loosened up, his body began to flow with the music.

"Ah, mama, what you gotta say about that love in your heart?"

As the song went on, the two of you continued to lock eyes. He began to play his guitar solo, not even bothering to glance down at his guitar once. You had him fully wrapped around your finger in this moment. The eyeliner he was wearing sent you into a spiral. The sweat on his forehead and the sweat that made his long hair stuck to his neck made you feel hot. The way his body was rocking, not missing a beat, made you feel flustered. The adrenaline was at an all time high right now. You both could feel that you needed one another. Badly. The only time he took his eyes off you was to throw his head back, which made you feel even more heated. His stage presence had grown much stronger. You were wrong, he definitely did not have stage fright after all.

"Do you remember what I said when I got down on my knees? Gotta get your lovin', baby, loving's all I need"

When his guitar solo ended, he gazed into your eyes once more and blew you a kiss. You pretended to catch it, blush covering your cheeks, and a cheesy smile appearing on your face. He smiled back, glad you had reciprocated it.

The intense, affectionate, and sometimes even awkward eye contact continued for the rest of the show. When the show ended, the lights went dark and the crowd roared with applause. The band walked off and disappeared from your view. You yearned to see him again. You were growing impatient. You didn't like the way he was able to take control of your conscious. As you made your way over to the bar, you heard his raspy voice laughing in your proximity. Getting closer, you saw the shadow of his silhouette behind the bar. He spotted you almost immediately.

"You came." He smiled proudly. "Did you like the show?" He was eager for your approval.

"You have some talent." You grinned, resting your elbows on the bar. "I'll have an old fashioned."

"You have good taste." He grabbed a glass from under the bar, swinging a towel over his shoulder. He placed the heels of his palms against the edge of the bar, slightly leaning towards you. He cocked his head just barely to the right. He gave you a cheeky smile, his tongue in between his teeth. "It's on me."

You couldn't help but let out a giggle at his little impression of a real bartender. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured just the right amount into the glass. It was like he was a pro. You never took your eyes off him while he made your drink. It was mesmerizing. He radiated the most desirable energy you had ever felt from somebody else. He slid your drink across the bar, landing perfectly in your grip. He poured himself his own glass of Jack Daniels on the rocks and raised his glass.

"A toast. The night is still young." The glasses clinked together before he brought the glass up to his lips. He then watched as you took a sip, waiting for you to admire his bartending skills.

"Y'know, if you ever get sick of this musician stuff, you could take up bartending." You set the glass back down on the bar. "Tell me more about the band. I was not expecting such a good performance."

He chuckled, obviously a bit shy with all the praise and attention he was receiving from you."Well, if you couldn't tell already. I play with my two brothers, and our best friend. The singer, Josh, is my identical twin. Although more people would say my younger brother, Sam, looks more like my twin than my actual twin does."

"So, the talent runs in the family?" You gave him a smirk.

He chuckled shyly, he didn't quite know what to say. You watched as his chest slowly rose and fell, still catching his breath from the show, and being around you didn't make it any easier. Just as you opened your mouth to say something else, a few fans ran over to say hi to him. They were all teenage girls, definitely not the demographic you were expecting. He took selfies with all of them and signed a few things. It was really attractive to see him be so kind and respectful to his supporters. He gave them all hugs and just by watching the interactions you could tell his supporters meant the world to him. A big crowd soon surrounded him and you had grown quite cramped in the crowd. You tried to get his attention to tell him goodbye, and thanks for inviting you, but he was in the middle of taking a picture with a fan. As you adjusted the purse on your shoulder, you saw him look back at you. You gave him a nice smile and turned to leave, but he stopped you.

"Wait. Just a little longer." He grabbed your shoulder firmly. You spun around to look at him and his dazzling brown eyes were staring right at you. He reached into his pocket, digging around for a second. All the fans watched him in awe. He pulled out a guitar pick and made sure it got to you carefully. Some fans cheered, and a few even tried to reach in and take it for themselves instead, but he was adamant on it getting to you.

"Thanks." You mouthed to him, putting the pick into your purse then adjusting your posture to a more relaxed one. You wanted him badly. There was something about him.

He made his way around the bar. "Come with me." He grabbed your hand and squeezed through the crowd of fans, all reaching out to get their fingers on their favorite artist. Most of them had their phones out, and you just hoped they didn't film your face in any of them.

He brought you to the backstage area, all of his security guards giving you strange looks but he assured them that you were with him.

He turned to you, still gripping onto your hand. "It's a lot more mellow in here. Sorry you had to be all cramped back there."

"It's fine, nothing I haven't seen at a concert before."

He opened a door to his green room and gestured for you to sit on the couch. You obliged and watched as he began to pack up his things.

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dungeons-and-dictions · 22 days

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It’s Analysis Friday about precisely why Hazbin Hotel is such a stand out.

But first - this is probably my last Hazbin Hotel-related analysis until the next season; give me asks during this long dry spell!

Why on this specific topic? Because I’m tired.

Y’all.

Listen.

I’m all for subjectivity. People can just like or dislike things regardless of quality. Heck, I know Helluva Boss is part of the Hazbin world, but it gives me too much cringe and vicarious embarrassment to handle.

(Yeah, I’m weird. I know)

But I keep hearing people say Hazbin Hotel is mid or just relying on hype.

Those are fighting words!

We are getting quality on par with Disney movies for a tv series!

That’s crazy! Let’s break it down.

Musical numbers

Talented singers play the main crew. Stephanie Beatrix plays Mirabel Madrigal, Kimiko plays Izzy, etc.

There were 2 songs per episode! And because it is truly perfect for a musical, we even get thematic reprises and callbacks!

Does anyone recall when similar things have happened in animation? MLP:FiM had a glorious episode that was ALL musical with a reprise. That’s all I have at this scale outside of Disney.

Characters

I’ve always known Vivzie to put thought into her work, and this shines through so well in Hazbin.

Lucifer’s depression is similar to my own

Angel’s gradual changes and struggles are realistic

Charlie’s breed of passion is the same as mine in my career

Alastor’s extremely manipulative yet we all love him

Velvette had one of the best formal character intros I’ve seen in a long time

Hazbin Hotel works really hard to get away from stereotypes, and dives in past superficial traits.

Also, we get things like Valentino sounding like he’s squeaking because moths squeak. We don’t need these things!

Animation

You know what else we don’t need?

Airplane arms!

Complicated dance moves!

Cute leg swishies with cuter sound effects?

Every second you see is 10+ frames traditionally. (Idk the studio’s technical details). That’s wild to add in these complicated extra details! And they flow so nicely! This level of quality for 2D (and honestly 3D too most of the time) is unheard of in the West nowadays.

And on that, western adult animated shows typically are so poorly made, especially in the art. Even the few I have seen that have okay stories to tell absolutely stink in terms of visuals and movement.

Story

Yeah, this is the biggest weakness Hazbin Hotel has, no doubt. The story is actually an incredible premise, and truly done pretty well within the awful time constraints. I think everyone is valid in saying it was far too fast! Hopefully we get more (or longer) episodes in upcoming seasons.

But at the same time, this is also the nature of musicals. If you think this is fast, don’t watch the Les Miserables musical where everyone only sings. Idk why, but singing the entire time makes everything seem like you’re in a race car on autopilot.

Don’t forget; the symbolism just drips out of the screen in this show. The fact that I could still do more analyses even now is a testament to that with all the content I have done since it aired. Vivienne goes hard on the details.

But put yourself in Vivzie’s shoes. You do the impossible, shot for the moon while hoping for maybe the top of a 5-story building, and you were offered the stars. Your project has been a part of who you are before you even went to university, and a major company gives you a way to bring it to life? Why wouldn’t you settle for this good of a deal?

Innovation

People do not bring up often enough that Vivienne broke a glass ceiling separate from that of gender. She showed that YouTube animations can be taken seriously, and even be aired.

In this age, the Saturday morning cartoon blocks I grew up with no longer exist. There were tons of great shows, and I could talk with other kids about it. Nestled within these weekends were shows that ran short pilot episodes for potential series. The last time I saw one was Adventure Time’s pilot.

It’s been a whiiiiiiile.

So having a cutesy little indie pilot animation amongst thousands on YouTube be such high quality and get a mainstream platform? Spindlehorse made history!

Moreso, Helluva Boss is also demonstrating the capacity of indie studios like never before - and what may pave the way for the future of animation too.

Out of all the animated series running on YouTube, Glitch is the only creator who does 3D that I am aware of. Even Glitch’s work has only started within the past few years, ie after Vivienne managed the impossible.

So please, stop complaining about subjective parts so much. Hazbin Hotel objectively has some of the highest craftsmanship in western animation.

We are blessed that Vivienne’s dream has come true in such a glorious manner. When I discovered her back in 2012, I couldn’t have guessed the pilot would be so successful, nor that it would change what was possible for animation!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel analysis #analysis fridays #animation #symbolism #analysis #musical #musical show

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Only Friends (But It’s a Jazz Musical)

Here is the 100% self-indulgent project that I have been working on since the series started! This began when I realized I was adding a lot of jazz songs to my regular OF playlist that didn't flow with the vibe of the other songs, so I separated them and realized how much they really worked on their own. I narrowed this down to a selection of ~40 tracks to just 11 to make it album-sized.

I think, despite the fact that these songs aren't modern at all, they fit the series really well. As musical theatre is wont to be, though, this would be very anachronistic—not tied to a particular place or point in time, and with a range of music genres utilized. It's the type of thing where producers would say "Who cares? It's Broadway!" while critics write scathing reviews on how musical theatre is the lowest form of art.

Mostly it's just meant for fun. 😊 Listen on YT

Tracklist + Scene Breakdown

I’m Gonna Live Till I Die

(YT / lyrics) The opening number. The scene at the bar where we meet the cast. I love the long opening vocal note to this song and can picture each of the four main friends standing under a solo spotlight as the music builds, until the beat drops and the curtain parts and the stage bursts into life. The instrumental break in the middle would be lengthened in order to give Mew a chance to introduce the cast to the audience.

Something’s Gotta Give

(YT / lyrics) This is the scene of Top hitting on Mew during trivia night. The irresistible force (haha) meets an immovable object. The line "something's gotta give, something's gotta give, something's gotta give" would easily be a recurring leitmotif sung by the chorus ensemble in the background of some of TopMew's tense moments and arguments.

You Go to My Head

(YT / lyrics) This is the SandRay theme of the show. Ray starts off singing this to Sand when they're at Ray's house that first time. The direct comparison to alcohol shows that Sand is Ray's new fixation. An instrumental variation of this would play during most of their scenes, with a refrain sung by Sand later in the show ("Still I say to myself, get ahold of yourself")

I Put a Spell on You

(YT / lyrics) Nick sings this while Boston seduces Top—through dance of course. This number is about both Boston coercing Top ("I put a spell on you") and Nick’s possessiveness over Boston ("because you're mine").

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes

(YT / lyrics) Mew sings this about Top's betrayal. This was about how blind he was at the beginning, and the song culminates in Mew setting Top's drawing on fire.

I’ll Be Glad When You’re Dead (You Rascal You)

(YT / lyrics) Both of the pool fights are combined in this scene, Mew going after Boston and Ray going after Top. It’s a little physically comical with lots of people chasing each other back and forth across the stage, but Mew and Ray are absolutely out for blood.

If I Didn’t Care

(YT / lyrics) Sand is singing this onstage at club YOLO while all the boys try to process their unresolved feelings for each other. Lots of longing glances and loaded looks across the room.

I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire

(YT / lyrics) This is Boeing's "I'm too hot for you to blame me for the chaos I bring and I'm going to set Top's life on fire" song. I absolutely envision this as a casual tap dance number, and he does the entire thing with his hands in his pockets and a shit-eating grin on his face.

If That Ain't Love

(YT / lyrics) This one is on Sand's shuffle playlist in Ep 12, but I thought it really fit for a Boston solo! And I wasn't gonna not include the only jazz vocal playlist in the series. This is Boston trying to convince Nick that he loves him, even though Boston has no experience with romantic love.

You Always Hurt the One You Love

(YT / lyrics) All of the boys are singing this song. Hurt people hurt people. Top, Ray, and Boston are singing together on one side of the stage, with Mew, Sand, and Nick on the other, with all three pairs meeting in the middle and clasping hands at the end. (circa ep 10/11)

My Way

(YT / lyrics) This is the closing number and a duet between Mew and Boston on their final meeting. For a musical theater adaptation, compared to the original series, there's going to be more of a bang than a whimper at the end of this friendship, with both of them standing proud about who they are, faults and all. People were hurt, crimes were committed, questions remained unanswered, but Only Friends did it in a way no one else has.

I hope y'all can give this a listen because I really enjoyed working on it. Doing a more theme-specific playlist was new for me, since I usually just throw anything and everything into my playlists, so I'd definitely like to try something similar with another fandom in the future. I hope y’all enjoy 😊

#only friends the series #only friends #only friends series #ofts #ofts playlist #only friends playlist #bostonnick #sandray #topmew #music #long post #fanmix #my stuff

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Bands the modern Lost Boys would listen to

(Feel free to add your own Lost Boys music headcanons!)

David:

•Father John Misty- FJM writes music for male manipulators and people with religious trauma, of which I believe David is both. His favorite album is Fear Fun because it’s more centered on chaos and atheism, as opposed to FJM’s later albums which are more about love and himself. His favorite song is Fun Times In Babylon because it’s a song about good times in the Biblical archetype of an evil, hedonistic city and that sounds like a fun time to him. He also enjoys listening to You Can Do It Without Me, and God’s Favorite Customer because they feed his god complex. He loves that FJM sings quite a bit about smoking, sex, and death, all things David is totally down with.

•Radiohead- Also music for male manipulators. His favorite songs are Burn the Witch (ironically since the song is about a society plagued by paranoia, but in David’s case it’s not paranoia, he actually IS a supernatural evil creature), Karma Police (because everyone who messes with them WILL get what’s coming to them) and Paranoid Android. One time a guy on the boardwalk said to him, “oh you like Radiohead? Have you heard Creep?” And David ate him almost immediately.

Dwayne:

•Hozier- I just think Dwayne likes woodsy deep voice folk rock guys so he’d vibe with Hozier. Also I think he cares about female pleasure more than any of the other boys and so does Hozier. His favorite album is Hozier’s self-titled album and his favorite songs on the album are Work song, because of the promise of devotion and love from beyond the grave, Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene, because of the juxtaposition in the song between the pure and the cruel, and Arsonist’s Lullaby, specifically because of the lines “Don’t you ever tame your demons / But always keep them on a leach.” Unlike his chaotic brothers, Dwayne is a bit more calculating in his debauchery, like the main character of that song. He also enjoys NFWMB and Shrike and is eagerly awaiting Hozier’s new album.

•The War on Drugs- Listening to them almost makes Dwayne feel nostalgic for the 80s as The War on Drugs are the self-proclaimed rock n roll synthesists of the century (reminds him of the pre-Michael days🥲). His favorite album is A Deeper Understanding and his favorite song on the album is Pain, a song about losing a struggle against the darker side inside a person.

•Lord Huron- More woodsy folk rock. He’s a romantic at heart so he loves She Lit a Fire, Fool for Love, Ends of the Earth, and The Night we Met. His favorite song by Lord Huron is Meet Me in the Woods, especially the lines at the end: “Follow me into the endless night / I can bring your fears to life / Show me yours and I’ll show you mine / Meet me in the woods tonight.” There’s a strong possibility he’s quoted those lyrics to a meal

Paul:

•Greta Van Fleet- They’re like a modernized Led Zeppelin, they make him nostalgic. AND they’re four guys with cool jackets in a band together!!! Paul’s like, ‘guys they’re us:)’ He loves how the band’s albums flow and tell epic stories about worlds plagued by war, destruction, and waiting for peace. His favorite album is the Battle at Garden’s Gate, he likes the instrumentals better on that one and he thinks the vocals are more raw and throaty. His favorite song on that album is Stardust Chords, especially for the lines “Even sinners go to drink the wine / Break the bread” reminding him that even as an evil being, he’s still able to indulge in life and community. He also loves Highway Tune, a song about falling with a beautiful girl while driving on the highway (literally him on his motorcycle every night)

•Lady Gaga- Paul loves the Glam pop-rock of early Lady Gaga, he loves how revolutionary her music is for it’s time, and he appreciates her loud and unique style as well. Also, I HC that Paul is bi (he loves people and not genders, he just like me) and listening and dancing to Lady Gaga let’s him express and celebrate his sexuality! He sees no reason to hide who he is. He loves Poker Face, Born this Way and Monster

•I also think he listens to female rappers and R&B artists who are open with their sexuality and sexual pleasure like Janelle Monáe, FKA Twigs, Doja Cat, SZA, and Nicki Minaj he’s all for the sexual liberation of women in the modern era. Especially Janelle Monáe though for her songs about sexual expression and gender identity. Janelle has described herself as “a free ass motherfucker” and Paul vibes with that energy. He loves Americans, a song about subverting traditional American values in favor of loving people for who they are, I Like That, a song about sexuality and self-acceptance, and Make Me Feel, a song celebrating bisexuality. He also enjoys Django Jane, Pynk and Tightrope.

Marko:

•ALL pop-punk, all of it. But especially Fall Out Boy- He’s not a huge fan of MANIA but he loves the other albums, especially the older stuff. His favorite album is Save Rock And Roll the instrumentals of the songs on that album are his favorite AND Elton John and Courtney Love are featured on the album and he loves them both. His favorite song on the album is Death Valley. He likes their older stuff as well like Sugar We’re Goin Down (he doesn’t care that people think it’s overplayed, it’s a banger) Of All the Gin Joints In The World, Fame < Infamy, and Immortals (for obvious reasons)

•Tally Hall- He’s like, a band that writes songs about existential chaos? Sign him the fuck up. He loves Ruler of Everything, he finds it sort of ironic because the song is about the frivolity of life and inevitability of death, yet for him, death is not inevitable. He also loves Cannibal (obviously) it’s a metaphor for the singer, it is NOT a metaphor for him >:) and Turn the Lights Off, especially the lines “Everybody wants to get evil tonight / But all good devils masquerade under the light.” Marko has the face of an Angel, but is usually depicted as the most brutal of the boys, he literally is a devil that masquerades under the light.

Bonus: All the boys listen to the Killers, for their grunge rock music (their favorite songs are On Top, Glamorous Indie Rock and Roll, and The Man), Muse for their anti-government rock (Their favorites are Uprising, Supermassive Black Hole, and Resistance) and Thrice for the woodsy rock (Their favorite songs are Black Honey, Blood on Blood, and Beyond the Pines). And of course, they listen to all the same bands they listened to in the 80s as well: Mötley Crüe, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Van Halen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Metallica, etc…

#david lost boys #dwayne lost boys #marko lost boys #paul lost boys #lost boys headcanons #the lost boys #tlb #tlb 1987 #the lost boys 1987

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RISE—a debatable "analysis"

so, league of legends and the word alive just recently released rise (redux) as a celebration of the original rise, and it made me realise just how many versions of rise have been released over the years. and then, i thought, well. why shouldn't i go over all of them? it's not like anyone's stopping me :]

so, enjoy my thoughts on every version of rise that i could find! supposedly there was a nightcore version at some point but i couldn't find anything official so it will have to stay off the list for now. also jackeylove has some opinions to share from when each of these came out.

his text looks like this

my actual thoughts look like this

don't blame me for tumblr formatting options they all suck ok

RISE (2018)

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next year it’s gonna be me in the music video just you wait we’re gonna destroy this thing

nostalgia-wise, this isn’t my favorite worlds song. definitely not my favourite mv, but production-wise, i can’t imagine any worlds song that could top this one. although mako has worked on every worlds song since at least 2017 (i think 2016 too, but i can’t easily verify that) except for 2̷̨̫̫͓͕̀̓0̷̡̠̹̭͉́2̶̳͕̟̜̄̓̀͗́2̶̠͉͆̍, he absolutely popped off with this one in particular. the gravelly effect added to his vocals helps demonstrate the weight of the lyrics, and then when it’s taken off for telle’s RISE, it feels even clearer, like they’re breaking through all the barriers to go higher, to literally rise above it all. the bpm (177!) can be felt right at the start, a frantic pace demonstrating just how quickly you could lose everything, how fast you need to move, and the bridge has some of my favourite lyrics in all of riot’s songs. i love nearly all of the worlds songs, but the storytelling in this one is wonderful even without the mv.

RISE - Remix (2018)

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better than the original version no competition

rookie looked over my shoulder while i was writing this and laughed at me because he says the rap sucks. well FUCK YOU i’m writing all this in voidtongue from now on how about YOU suck fucking music snob asshole why are you so good at singing

on a lyrical level yeah sure rookie’s right; half of it is product placement. however. sometimes noise is good. i usually don’t like remixes, but here it works, because more going on doesn’t take away from the song; just makes it more hype. i don’t follow bobby or ikon much but his flow here is really clean and it’s just a vibe. i think recently i’ve listened to this version much more than the original just because of how much more energy it has, and while it doesn’t have the same feel, i still really like it

RISE - Live (2018)

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honestly don’t even care it was that bad. we got to laugh about it and then we won so if anything it was just a good luck charm

good thing we weren’t in view at the start of the performance though i think rookie was crying although from laughter or just how bad it was i’m not sure

okay yeah. mako completely threw this one i have no idea what he was on

HOWEVER. telle did great. and yk what once bobby came on mako sounded fine.

it’s still obviously. not good. but it could have been worse. my main problem with it isn’t even the performance it’s the fact that riot turned the mics way down for opening ceremonies after 2018 which is a CRIME LET THEM SING LIVE (it was a bit better for rise 2023 but the other songs were still very loud on the backtracks. i get that some singers aren’t great at the whole projecting thing but come on you can’t tell if you can’t even hear them over the backtrack.)

RISE - UNSECRET Cover (2021)

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yeah i can vibe to this right about now

i like this version a lot but out of all the official releases i think i have to put it fourth through no fault of its own but just because it feels like there’s something missing. it’s gritty and it’s definitely a vibe but there aren’t the layers of production that you don’t notice until they’re missing, especially with how flat the RISE feels. of course, this makes sense—it’s riot forge, and production is all attributed to UNSECRET, but it’s a shame that by any other standards it’d be an absolute banger but here it falls just short. fun fact though, this was the version i put on my playlist for when i was writing nmftg (and no i haven't forgotten about the behind the scenes stuff i promised. it's coming soon i swear)

RISE - Demo

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hm. so maybe he can sing

there’s a reason i heap so much praise on mako. these are demo vocals and just the layers here give me chills, not to mention how much of a sucker i am for strings. i would pay so much for a full album of a full version of all of his silly little string arrangements for all the worlds (and other riot songs, let’s be real) songs he worked on. you have no idea. can’t judge it as a full song but if it were it would be very high on my list

RISE - Live (2023)

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0/10 should have been ME at the top of the rift i would have kicked gumayusi’s ASS

look, i’m biased. but seeing mako’s redemption was everything (and if you haven’t seen the clip he posted, absolutely check it out) and the orchestral instrumental slowing it down instead of the more frantic opening and hard beat gave it a more serious weight that felt especially appropriate for the revival of the song and the ongoing themes of 2023 worlds, with the Glory and the previous winners looking for redemption (even though wbg were complete frauds). it’s a perfect rendition for that ceremony and honestly like. thanks for not doing a season start cinematic riot the rise redemption was a banger you can tell just how much being able to do that performance meant to them and the emotions brought me to tears watching it live

i am glad they brought back season start song for this year though :)

also mako’s jacket was really really cool look

Rise (Redux) (2024)

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this is my personal anthem no i will not elaborate

telle’s vocals on this track are just so full of emotion that i can’t not love it. add to that my soft spot for rock and you get just a beautiful song. i can’t say whether or not it’s my favourite, just due to how new it is, but it’s undoubtedly great, and you should listen to it :)

anyway, i hope at least someone enjoyed my somewhat random thoughts! i love talking about music, especially riot's, and ranting about worlds anthems is what got me writing ppau in the first place, so it holds a special place in my heart. if people are interested, maybe i'll do something else talking about the worlds anthems! or maybe no one cares and this is going into the void. oh well. it was fun to write, especially with jackeylove's little comments. love him.

if you saw a typo no you didn't this is a thousand words of pure brainrot and nothing else

#ppau jackeylove #ppau nmftg #not ppau #at least not really #rise #music analysis #long post #lots of rambling

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An unstarted project: Rupert and the Misfits

Just a few months back, I came up with an idea for a FNAF fangame called Rupert and the Misfits. Since I lack coding ability and the money to hire a team at the moment, this game probably won't go into production for another year or two. The premise of the game is subject to change but so far it was a 14-night game, each night averaging about 7-8 minutes. The storyline follows two protagonists, Melanie (the night shift worker) and Leon (the dayshift worker) trying to piece together what's wrong with the animatronics at the restaurant while surviving their shifts.

The restaurant The Misfit's Dine & Drink is geared towards older teens and young adults. It gives them a place to be themselves and feel represented and empowered while enjoying a nice meal, entertainment, and even making a friend or two. The animatronics not only play in a band but also do interactive events such as comedy or D&D nights and when they aren't providing entertainment on stage, they're roaming around the building and interacting with patrons. They're programmed for a more mature audience and are allowed to operate with a limited set of rules as to how they should behave. However, they are always respectful to patrons unless rudeness is deserved and aren't allowed to harm patrons unless the restaurant or the animatronics themselves are in danger.

If more people show interest, I'll gladly go into more detail about how the game itself works, but for now, I'll just talk about the main animatronics! There isn't any concept art for them yet and probably won't be for a while, but I'll open up asks about the game if people are interested!

Rupert: She's a fennec fox and the main vocalist of, well, Rupert and the Misfits! They have more of a rough and self-centered personality, wanting to be the center of attention most of the time. However, they are fine with sharing the spotlight with her bandmates every once and a while. Unlike the other members of the band, she has a two-toned voice which means that when she talks normally, she can speak in both a male and female pitch. When they sing, they have the ability to sing songs that require duets all by themself. To fit with their design as a fennec fox, she has sensitive hearing that allows her to stay on pitch with the music they're singing so they're always on pitch and in tune.

Osmo: He's a raccoon and the bassist of the band and overall the most chaotic of the group. Patrons sometimes joke around saying that he lacks any common sense because there have been times where he has gotten in trouble with the staff for attempting to set things on fire just because he's bored. Much like Rupert, he is a bit rough in nature and enjoys teasing patrons or just messing around with them, but he's really a softy at heart! Despite his more rough personality, he's a gentle person in reality and knows his limits and when to leave certain patrons be.

Oswald: He's a quokka and the drummer of the band as well as the gentle giant of the group. Oswald also has the ability to play woodwind/brass instruments thanks to a tube built into his throat that can extend and blow into an instrument if needed. While most of his other bandmates are more outgoing and don't mind breaking a rule or two for the sake of having some harmless fun, Oswald is more laid back and would rather go with the flow and watch from the sidelines than engage in the shenanigans himself. Rather than causing trouble when he's not performing, Oswald prefers starting meaningful conversations with patrons, ranging from simple small talk to deep almost therapeutic conversations.

Spencer: He's a calico cat and the guitarist for the band. Like Oswald, he also has a function where he has a tube in his throat that allows him to play woodwind/brass instruments. Despite being more reserved, he's the most active with interacting with patrons and will often flirt with anyone he deems can handle it without things getting strange. The staff has specific outfits picked out for each animatronic, but Spencer often refuses to wear the outfits chosen for him and will take the more punk outfits and switch them with more feminine clothing. He's in charge of D&D nights and comedy sets and though he can often be quiet, he more than makes up for it in stage presence!

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf fangame #fangame #video games

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Wow, Baby - Eddie Munson X Female Reader - November 23rd

Title: Wow, Baby

Eddie Munson X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Corroded Coffin members (Mentioned), and concertgoers (Mentioned)

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WC: 1,264

Warnings: Fluff

You stood in the middle of a field, right in front of the stage where Corroded Coffin was going to play. You saved up to be able to drive over from your small town to see their concert. They were only doing a couple of shows and you were lucky enough for them to do one only a city away from you. Your friend introduced you to their music, and you had to say you were very impressed.

Pulling your leather jacket tighter around you, you stare up at the stage with bright eyes. Soon the lights lit up and the crowd around you cheered; their screams deafening. You watched as the band's four members walked out onto the stage. One of the band members grabbed his guitar before turning to face the crowd. His curly brown hair covered his face slightly, but you could still see his chocolate brown eyes which seemed so deep and mysterious. As soon as he turned, the other three members took their places.

With a nod, he picked up his sticks and started tapping. With three taps in the air, the cute guitarist in the front began to play an upbeat tune that set the mood for the rest of the show. You found yourself getting drawn into it and slowly made your way closer to the front, your hands gripping the stage. You took note of how amazing they looked on stage, and how much energy they put into their songs. You didn't know what the song they were singing was called but you love it.

As the people around you rocked out, you just stared up at the main guitarist as he did his solo, completely awestruck by him. He was so talented and gorgeous, with his messy curls flowing in the wind while he sang. His voice mesmerized you and it took everything inside of you not to break out in song right then and there, even though you didn't know the song. You wanted to sing along with them, but instead, you stood and enjoyed their performance.

As they finished up their song, the crowd cheered and roared around you. The drummer then tapped his drumsticks together again before another song began. It was slower than the last one but had the same amount of emotion in it. Even when the lights changed colors, your heart skipped a beat. It was beautiful, and you felt like your whole body was moving to the rhythm of the song. Then suddenly, as the light went out and darkness surrounded you. You thought it was a power outage, but one singular light lit up. Pointing right down at the main guitarist as he held the mic and sang with such passion. He had such expressive eyes and they would make you weak with every word he sang.

He closed his eyes as he belted out the end of the chorus before he opened them and they landed on you. Your breath caught in your throat, as he continued to sing while staring down at you. As you stared back, mouth slightly agape, you felt like you were the only people in the world. The crowd around you disappeared and a feeling of some sort of connection engulfed you.

His eyes slowly drifted back to the crowd around him, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. A smile stretched across his face, sending a shiver down your spine. Suddenly, his fingers flew as they plucked at the strings of his guitar, shaking his head back and forth; his hair flying around him. He closed his eyes as he pushed all of his emotions toward the music until it filled the entire stage, radiating off of the stage and into the air.

You didn't know how much time flew by until the band was done.

"Thank you, Smithville!" The guitarist yelled out as the crowd gave a loud roar of applause, cheering for the band as they exited the stage. You pulled yourself together after the adrenaline rush and waited until all the other concertgoers left before you made your way to leave as well.

"Hey! Wait up!" Someone called, making you turn around.

Your eyes widened slightly as you watched the main guitarist rush up to you. He stopped, a small smile on his face as he caught his breath.

"Hey, I couldn't help but notice you in the crowd and wanted to tell you that I love your jacket." He spoke, gesturing to your leather jacket. "Metallica is my favorite."

"Thank you, mine too! And, I have to say, your skills are pretty impressive." You compliment back, "I'm Y/N."

He smiled wider and offered his hand out to you. "Eddie, a pleasure to meet you, Y/N."

"Pleasures all mine," You said as you took your hand in yours.

You both gave each other a firm handshake, and you felt the electricity run through your veins.

"Y'know, I was wondering if maybe I could get your number?" Eddie asked as he grinned at you. You could feel your cheeks burning red as you smirked lightly.

"You want my number?" You asked and Eddie nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

He bit his lip momentarily before speaking, "I'll be honest with you, when I saw you when I was on stage... I was kind of blown away."

You looked at him in shock, "Me? Why?"

"I mean, you're stunning." He leaned in close, looking into your eyes as he spoke. "And you like metal... Total plus."

You were taken aback by the compliments, "Oh, thank you... Uh... Sorry, no one's really taken interest in me before." You said, still stunned by his words.

"How? You're super pretty. Like movie star pretty." He frowned in confusion and shock. "And you seem pretty sweet. Sorry, I'm saying 'pretty' a lot. I would be shocked if you did have any suitors lined up."

You blushed again, "Suitors? Where are we? 1900's England?"

You could see the slight embarrassment on Eddie's face as he shook his head, "No... I don't know. I'm not really good at talking to pretty girls." He looked straight into your eyes, his brown eyes warm and inviting. "So, uhm, yeah I would like to get to know you," This was so unlike Eddie, he was usually a little more confident, and he didn't know why he was being so awkward.

You nodded, "Yeah, sure, sounds great." You opened your bag, and grabbed a small notebook and pen, writing down your number and handing it to the rockstar.

You felt like your heart was about to burst from happiness. Here was someone who actually liked you, and had no clue how to go about asking you out. There was nothing more flattering. You thought that Eddie was a really nice guy, and you were glad you got the chance to talk to him.

"I'll... I'll call you," Eddie spoke, beginning to walk backward a bright, yet with a shy smile on his face.

"I'll be waiting." You replied, laughing lightly when he ran into the stage door.

You made your way home in a daze, smiling to yourself as you drove. You spent the night thinking about Eddie, picturing him. You loved his long hair and his style. His eyes were almost black sometimes but they were so expressive and warm, and you couldn't get enough of them. You had been imagining what it would be like to kiss those lips of his, and the image of that made you blush.

Soon, you fell asleep and dreamed about Eddie.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie stranger things #stranger things #stranger things season four #stranger things s4 #stranger things season 4 #x reader #x female reader #cute #fluff #nov 23

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j-hope at Lollapalooza- the journey of a star

Preface: this write-up is focused on the first half of j-hope's set (before Music Box: Reflection)

For his inaugural solo set, j-hope made his entrance by leaping out of a giant box. It was both a literal nod to the 'Jack in the Box' toy mechanism that inspired his latest titular album, as well as a figurative statement on breaking out of the mould of 'j-hope of BTS'. This grand gesture served as an introduction to the themes of his work and a declarative statement on the kind of artist he aspires to be. It prepared the audience for a journey of shock, surprise and delight.

The production read like a theatre play. Before j-hope made his entrance, it started with the introduction/prologue consisting of a soothing female voice telling the fable of 'Pandora's Box'. This effectively set the tone of a twisted children's tale, eccentric and slightly creepy. It was reinforced through the set design and projection of graphics, which had a scrawled, child-like feel in bright colours (reminiscent of artist Cy Twombly or Jean Michel-Basquiat) and checkerboard graphic. The whimsical feel was tempered by the darkness of night and mostly black background.

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In his interview with IU prior to the show, he said, "you'll get to see a side of j-hope that wasn't there before, and you'll be able to feel what I feel and see the world as I do". j-hope had a story and vision and he was here to execute it. He was simultaneously an artist painting the scene, a storyteller through his lyrics, and an actor that draws the audience in through raw display of emotions. Many times he felt like a conductor, superbly skilled at using arm gestures to direct the crowd's attention and to seemingly command the live band. He played the role of a mad artist and creative genius, drunk on his own work, while also being the main protagonist of the story.

The first act of his 'play' started with 'More', a song expressing feral thirst and ambition. It is that ceaseless hunger that has led j-hope to this very stage. His performance showed a side that had not been fully been explored until now. Abandoning dance choreography that marks typical 'kpop' performances, he instead threw himself into the song with wild abandon, including headbanging, stumbling, and facial expressions that flitted from despair, agony to pure enjoyment of the stage. In short, he appeared unhinged and even possessed by an inner demon. It was akin to a work of performance art. This was Jack coming out, his darker side. It was also the 'Jay' to his 'Hope', marking a return to rap and a departure from the wholesome pop star image. Fittingly, his voice was gritty and loaded with emotion.

Kpop performances are highly visual and often feature lavish outfits. In a bold move, j-hope dialled back on his costume by choosing an all-black ensemble of T-shirt and cargo pants. It gave subtle punk-rock vibes mixed with Goth- very fitting for the live band and the overall soundscape and aesthetics of the earlier half. j-hope's dark hair was grown-out with tousled curls, adding to the raw feeling. By removing the slick polish of kpop, j-hope was sending a clear message- he wanted the focus to be squarely on his music and stage presence. As the hour flew by, his hair and clothes would get mussed up, and this was all part of the experience. It conveyed a sense of authenticity that would resonate with an alien crowd. By eschewing choreographed dance in favour of seemingly freestyled moves, he further created an authentic reaction and connection with the music.

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We can consider the breaks that j-hope built within the performance as divisions between acts. He has an astute understanding of pacing, and knows how to create ebbs and flows. A prime example of this is the way he commanded the audience to 'sing it!', creating a spontaneous live choir of people reciting 'Hangsang with my dawg right... smash on the street'. Through physical gestures, audience interaction as well as the cadence of his voice, he builds tension leading up to the climax. Then he comes to a halt, drawing all focus to him, before launching into arguably the most memorable verse of the song. With Hangsang as the conclusion to the first act, after addressing the audience he embarks on the second act which explores concepts of peace and equality in the world. In 'Piece of Peace', 'Equal Sign' and most intriguingly 'STOP (There are no bad people in the world), he ponders on his role amidst social issues and the daily barrage of news.

The dreamlike song 'Blue Side', made even more haunting by the live instrumentals, served as an interlude. It was both designed as a break for j-hope to catch his breath, as well as a shift in the mood of the narrative. His thin figure silhouetted against the blue sea of light, he conveyed a sense of fragility and pensive emotion. The following song, 'Safety Zone', marks the start of the third act with j-hope seated on a small podium to the side. Basked in light, it felt like his own bubble and safe corner. While j-hope was radiating energy outwards earlier and addressing larger issues in the world, now he seemed to withdraw slightly and focus on his inner state. This was complemented by the camerawork, which switched to more close-up, lingering, intimate shots of him. The introspective lyrics made it akin to a monologue, and it was hypnotizing to watch him get lost in the moment.

It is fitting that the epic conclusion to the third 'act' was Arson, the title track from 'Jack in the Box'. 'I burned it all' and 'it's done', he proclaims in the song. Fire has always been a powerful symbol- it conjures up feelings of danger, it is necessary for life yet could also hearken to images of hell, death and destruction. In j-hope's case, this was a necessary demise for his subsequent rebirth. His wild passion is an all-consuming force that leads him to seemingly destroy the stage (and possibly his stable self) through violent motions. He is demolishing stereotypes of himself and his past image as a 'kpop idol', in order to emerge as a new person and become the artist of his choice.

The willingness to let go of his conscious self while retaining control of the audience separates j-hope from other performers, and transforms his Lollapalooza set into a masterful work of art. As the music swelled into an explosive section with drums, j-hope completely let loose on the elevated platform. The visual projection at the back gave him the appearance of being completely consumed by flames. The cathartic release of pure energy felt like a supernova- a giant explosion marking the death of a star. This cataclysmic event generates shockwaves so huge that it could trigger the formation of new stars.

In the lyrics of Arson, j-hope ponders, "Now I ask myself, choose what? Do I put out the fire, or burn even brighter?" It remains an open question, but perhaps his performance provided the answer. On that night, we as an audience witnessed both the end and the birth of a star. Pandora's box was now open; everything within him had been unleashed and it could never be closed again.

#jhope lollapalooza #jhope #jhope jack in the box #jhope arson #bts #jung hoseok #hoseok #hobi #hobipalooza #jack in the box #hope world #jhope more #jhope bts

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youngboy-oldmind · 2 years

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ALBUM REVIEW- Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers

“Do yourself a favor and get a mirror that mirror grievance/ Then point it at me so the reflection can mirror freedom/ She told me that she need me the most, I didn't believe her/ She even called me names on the post, the world can see it/ Jokes and gaslightin'/ Mad at me 'cause she didn't get my vote, she say I'm triflin'/ Disregardin' the way that I cope with my own vices/ Maybe it's time to break it off/ Run away from the culture to follow my heart”

Kendrick solidified his placement as a greatest of our generation years before the release of his fifth official album Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers. He could’ve fallen off Earth and left behind one of the best four-album runs in hip hop (section.80, good kid, m.A.A.d city, To Pimp A Butterfly, DAMN). I had high expectations for this album, having waited nearly five years for its release. And as expected, Kendrick met the mark once again.

Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers is a smaller scale album, the main thematic elements focusing on family issues, generational trauma, and interpersonal toxicity, amongst other topics of similar nature. Over its 78 minute runtime, the listener gets a detailed look at a man battling the symptoms of common plights within the African American community. The narratives are emotional, gut wrenching, and effortlessly moving. Each track flowed together so smoothly, I often times didn’t realize the song transitioned.

This speaks not only to the thematic elements, but the production style as well. Mr. Morale features a mix of R&B sounds, techy-synth attributes, and epic drums. Eerie, angelic vocals are heard throughout the album, and start off a couple tracks as well. Kendrick himself utilizes much more vocal extensions that bridge the line between singing and rapping, most notably on the track “Die Hard”. Overall, the style is different from jazzy or boom bap production like his last several albums. And, as expected, he nails this production fusion; not a single track feels out of place (except the final track, The Heart Part 5, which was the single before the album).

Mr. Morale featured several singers, the strongest performance being Summer Walker on “Purple Hearts”, which also featured the strongest rap feature, Ghostface Killah. Baby Keem had a not-awful appearance on “Savior”, but I couldn’t done without Kodak Black’s appearance on “Silent Hill”.

There is no stand out track on this project; each song was a gear in Mr. Morale’s clockwork. “United in Grief” and “Mirror” were epic intros and outros. While not my favorite “N95″--the most streamed song off the album--is catchy and interesting to listen to production-wise. However, many narratives off this album were particularly powerful.

“We Cry Together” is a chaotic fight between a mutually toxic couple that ends in an anger-induced scene of intimacy. Auntie Diaries tells the story of a young boy navigating his Uncle coming out as a trans woman, and criticizes how the black community treats slurs against them vs. the frequency in which they use slurs on other marginalized groups, specifically the LGBTQ+ community. “Mother I Sober” tells a gut wrenching narrative of generational abuse and breaking the curse so his children do not experience pain similar to what he experienced. The narratives feel like a glimpse in the experiences rather than a how-to guide to resolve them, a delicate line that a lot of “woke” songs/albums fail to toe.

Besides the Kodak Black appearance mentioned earlier, there aren’t any drawbacks or criticisms of Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers. I hope he doesn’t wait this long to produce another excellent project; the thought of not getting another Kendrick project until 2027 is horrifying. However, if I do have to wait that long, I’ll have this album on repeat indefinitely.

Top 3 Tracks:

1) Mother I Sober

2) Mirror

3) Auntie Diaries

Overall Grade: A

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diary83

12/3-4/2023

sunday - monday

sooo lazyyyy.

low energy. i have not done the stuff i wanted to do today. i am going to shower, and then at least try. i need to do the drum programming , at a minimum i think. maybe not all of it but at least getting more of it out, and then maybe doing one or two songs from the album, to get those mixed better.

okay i went and did some of that, i worked more on the drums, since i had a good idea for the main riff that's going decently i think, just getting that all aligned is going to be the struggle. or like, in time, i guess. i wonder if the whole thing is as intended.

anyway i am so tired now.

here is one thing i put together today, a server asked a daily question about the 'thesis' guiding the art anyone makes. i used quotes instead:

"a little later, the soldier maurice pilgore killed his lover, escudero, to rob him of something under a thousand francs, then, for his twentieth birthday, they cut off his head while, you recall, he thumbed his nose at the enraged executioner. finally, a young ensign, still a child committed treason for treason's sake: he was shot. and it is in honor of their crimes that i am writing my book. i learned only in bits and pieces of that wonderful blossoming of dark and lovely flowers: one was revealed to me by a scrap of newspaper; another was casually alluded to by my lawyer; another was mentioned, almost sun, by the prisoners--their song became fantastic and funereal (a de profundis), as much so as one of the plaints which they sing in the evening, as the voice which vrosses the cells and reaches me blurred, hopeless, inflected. at the end of the phrases it breaks, and that break makes it so sweet that it seems borne by the music of angels, which horrifies me, for angels fill me with horror, being, i imagine, neither mind nor matter, white, filmy, and frightening." jean genet, our lady of the flowers.

"i have discovered a miracle above the rain, thought joana. a miracle split into chunky, serious, twinkling stars, like a stationary warning: like a lighthouse. what are they trying to say? in them i sense the secret, the twinkling is the impassive mystery i hear flowing inside me, crying in broad, desperate, romantic notes. dear god, at least allow me to commuicate with them, satisfy my desire to kiss them. (…) stars, stars, i pray. the word splinters between my teeth into fragile shards. (…) what does it matter i still appear to be in the dormitory at this moment, the other girls dead to the world, bodies unmoving on their beds? what does it matter what really is? (…) i am fooling myself, i need to return. i don't feel madness in my wish to bite stars, but the earth still exists. and because the first truth is in the earth and the body." "(i'm writing about the meager minimum adorning it with purple, jewels and splendor. is this how you write? no, it's not by accumulation but by stripping naked. but i fear nakedness, since it is the last word) (…) would she have longed for the future? i hear the ancient music of words and words, yes, that's it. at this very moment macabea feels a deep nausea in her stomach and almost vomited, she wanted to vomit something that wasn't her body, to vomit something luminous. a thousand pointed star." clarice lispector, near to the wild at hear + hour of the star

"he was seized, kneaded by intelligible hands, bitten by a vital tooth; he entered with his living body into the anonymous shapes of words, giving his substance to them, establishing their relationships, offering his being to the word 'be'. for hours he remained inert, captivated and unveiled. and even later when, having abandoned himself and, contemplating his book, he recognize himself with disgust in the form of the text he was reading, he retained the thought that (while, perched upon his shoulders, the word he and the word i were beginning their carnage) there remained within his person which was already deprived of its senses obscure words, disembodied souls and angels of words, which were exploring him deeply." maurice blanchot, thomas the obscure

"the people wait for me, checking their watches, standing at their doorsteps, but i am a speeding car that never stops. i'm huge, shiny, and new, coming from the other side of midnight. gliding mass is strangely solid for a phantom, clad in a metal that's lighter than air. vaulting from the abyss of my garage, deep in the deepest folds of night, i blast forth, almost floating off the ground, and rattle the sky with a crash of silver. trees damp with dew sag and weep as i race past them, and the nocturnal birds flocking after me lay screaming in my wake. one by one, i overturn the traffic signs that line the road like white memorials. the gas stations i pass erupt in flames, leaving pocks of fire on the expanse of night… i ride and ride and never arrive. (…) there's something about kayo in these fits of delirium that shoots me through the heart. at times like these, she's truly at her best. every move she makes is resolute, a vow to resist the pull of tragedy, to poke fun at every situation, no matter how painful or grave, like someone flicking a watermelon to hear the sound it makes before they buy it. her laughter was potent enough to scorch the grass for miles around, to putrefy a field of ripe red strawberries." yukio mishima, star

"i fell on her with my full weight. she uttered a terrific scream. i clenched my teeth as hard as i could. at that moment we began sliding down the sloping ground. farther down, the rock formed an overhang. if i hadn't stopped our slide with my foot, we would have fallen into the night, and i might have wondered with amazement if we weren't falling into the void of the sky." georges bataille, blue of noon

"(…) let me say before i go on that everything i do is based on an urge that i don't understand, though i keep trying to understand it (…) until there was nothing around but a big off-white shell in the middle of the worst mess in the world. god, human bodies are such garbage bags." dennis cooper, frisk

anyway i am so tired and i think all of that speaks for itself, i wanted to read today but i have been so exhausted all day. so:

byebye!!!!!!!

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『Forever Young』 ~Courageous confession of love that influences life, so that you will not regret it even after 53 years~

It's too late to be sorry

In terms of genre, this work would be a love romance movie.

The main character of this work is very regretful because he lacked the courage to confess his love to his beloved.

You should have proposed to your darling.

Have you ever experienced that?

I don't think there are many people in life who fall in love, love, and can't stand it.

It's a very precious existence.

You are very happy just talking to her(him).

Even if you get dumped or break up, you don't think you'll blame that person.

A person who can say "thank you for the precious memories, the time we spent together was very happy".

I think that darlings like this are called irreplaceable people.

If you convey something with energy, the other party will return that energy regardless of the result.

You don't think you will ever have any regrets there.

It's for yourself.

Otherwise, we will be trapped in the past and will not be able to move forward.

Come on, let's have the courage to hit and break!

You can sing confession poems and songs!

Beloved lover Helen

Now let's get into the work.

The setting is 1939, America before World War II.

The main character, Daniel, works as a test pilot for the United States Air Force.

He has a childhood friend, Helen, whom he loves very much.

In the sepia-toned video, the two of them lie down in front of the fireplace and eat a plate of pizza together at Daniel's house.

Helen gently kisses Daniel as he falls asleep in his chair.

The Billie Holiday song in that room "The Very Thought of You" is flowing with a sweet tone.

Daniel holds Helen's mouth and spitefully prevents her from singing the song.

Daniel looks like a child when he is with Helen.

Daniel has a best friend, Harry, who is a military scientist.

At a picnic, a boy with ice cream keeps looking at Daniel.

Daniel is at a loss as to what to say.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Daniel:

"This kid keeps staring at me."

Helen:

"He likes you."

ーーーーーーーーーー

Helen says so and admonishes Daniel.

Daniel is not good at communicating with children.

He doesn't know what to say.

Later, Daniel will be in close contact with the child…

Harry then announces that his wife Blanche has a baby.

Later, this child will be a key person.

Daniel and Helen look at each other like, "We're next."

Helen smiles as if to tell him to propose soon.

Cafe of sadness in the rain

One rainy afternoon, Daniel meets Helen at their favorite cafe restaurant "JAKE’S DINER".

It is a stylish cafe restaurant in the shape of a train.

Daniel, who came first, is doing a rehearsal for the proposal.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Daniel:

"Look,it's 1939 already…"

"You usually get my thoughts before I do so you probably know what I'll say."

"Helen, will you marry me?"

ーーーーーーーーーー

Try a pattern that feels a little more casual.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Daniel:

"I've been thinking…"

ーーーーーーーーーー

Helen rushes over.

Helen spills salt, but she puts it on her neck.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Helen:

"Guess what?"

"Colliers wants the pictures."

Daniel:

"No kidding?"

Helen:

"But it's a rush thing."

"They need the pictures by Thursday."

"I must have them ready tomorrow."

"Which means I must get to work."

"I must go."

Daniel:

"Wait!"

Helen:

"What?"

Daniel:

"Want some pie?"

Helen:

"We just had pie."

Daniel:

"Not blueberry."

Helen:

"How can you be hungry?"

Daniel:

"I don't know."

"Isn't that the darndest thing?"

"(To the clerk) Some blueberry pie?"

"Want some?"

"(To the clerk) Just one."

ーーーーーーーーーー

There was silence for a while between the two.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Helen:

"What's going on?"

Daniel:

"What's going on?"

"Nothing, I just want you to sit here with me while I eat."

"I'll eat fast."

Helen:

"You're trying to break bad news to me,right?"

"You're testing a rocket?"

Daniel:

"Where do you cook this stuff up?"

"There's no rocket."

ーーーーーーーーーー

Daniel just can't get the courage.

Helen gently presents a napkin to Daniel who eats in a hurry.

Helen also seems to be aware of Daniel's proposal and smiles at Daniel without courage.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Helen:

"I have to go"

Daniel:

"OK I know."

ーーーーーーーーーー

Daniel didn't have the courage to propose.

Helen kisses Daniel and leaves the cafe.

With a disappointed look on his face, Daniel calls Harry from the café's pay phone to tell him that he couldn't propose to Helen.

At that time, the movement of the familiar sales clerk became flustered.

He tells Daniel, "You better go quickly. Miss Helen is in trouble…"

Surprisingly, Helen rushed out of the coffee shop and was hit by a truck on the road in front of the cafe.

Like an empty shell

Helen hits her head and never regains consciousness.

Every day Daniel stayed by Helen's bedside.

Time passed, and Helen remained unconscious for half a year.

Even the doctors seemed to have given up.

Daniel has become an empty shell and has been stuck at home.

His best friend Harry also goes to Daniel's house to comfort him.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Harry:

"After 2 weeks,they said she wouldn't wake up."

"That was 6 months ago."

Daniel:

"Doctor can be wrong."

"She said, ’I'll see you later’."

“She said ’I'll see you later’ and passed.”

"We used to play out by the lighthouse when we were kids."

"And she'd say we'd grow old together…"

"…in that great house down the road."

"I don't have one single memory without her."

"Nothing was real until she knew."

"She's a part of me"

ーーーーーーーーーー

There, Daniel learns about the cryosleep preservation experiment Harry is working on.

After hearing that there were no test subjects and after a few days of thinking, Daniel volunteered.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Daniel:

"I can't watch her die."

"I want to sleep for a year."

Harry:

"What do you say!"

Daniel:

"Well thought out"

"I've been in the service for 12 years."

"I'm healthy."

"I got no family,nowhere to go."

"I knows tests."

"I know experiments."

"It's my job."

"I'm perfect."

"You know that."

Harry:

"I don't even know if this thing'll work for a year."

Daniel:

"Let me do it, please."

"I can't think anymore."

"I can't."

"Until, she…"

"Until it's over."

Harry:

"Maybe the doctor made a mistake."

Daniel:

"If she gets better…"

"…wake me up."

ーーーーーーーーーー

As he falls asleep, a fun scene from their childhood with Daniel and Helan at the lighthouse will play in slow motion.

When Daniel finally wakes up

The experiment was supposed to last a year.

However, 53 years have passed and it is now 1992.

10-year-old Nat and Felix, who live near a military facility, are best friends and play together all the time.

There is a lot of humor in this work even in such a lonely mood.

Nat says to Felix, "When are you going to the dentist?"

Felix continues to suck only the sweet part of the pie.

In the next scene, Felix has stuffed teeth and can't speak.

Felix's brother Steven works in the Air Force and makes deliveries by car.

The two of them silently listen to their older brother, who continues to sing a strange song while screaming.

They were put in the back seat of the car he was driving and came to the military facility.

They are told to stay calm in the car, but the two ignore the order and explore the facility.

In a certain warehouse, the two find something that looks like a submarine and start playing submarines.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat:

"Roger. Temperature is one,two.three. Ready."

Felix:

"Activating the turbopower speed booster."

Nat:

"Prepare for radioactive energy."

Felix:

"Okay. How low are we?"

Nat:

"The needle says 65."

"47"

Felix:

"Ready to raise the periscope?"

Nat:

"Ready to raise periscope."

Felix:

"A leak! Emergency!"

Nat:

"What now?"

Felix:

"Tigheten the oxygen."

ーーーーーーーーーー

The two of them open the valve with momentum.

Then the door of the device opened and a frozen man came out from inside.

Nat is grabbed by the jacket he was wearing, but the two desperately escape.

Nat explains to her mother, Claire, how he lost the jacket, but she doesn't believe it.

On the other hand, Daniel, who wakes up from cryo somnia, is stunned by the surrounding environment after 53 years, dragging his legs that do not go as expected.

Daniel tried to explain this to military personnel, but they thought he was crazy and ignored him.

With the help of children

Daniel, thinking that he had no choice but to find Harry, looks for a collaborator.

Use the address on the jacket he grabbed as a clue to go to Nat's house.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Daniel:

"Are you Nat Cooper?"

Nat:

"It's the dead guy!"

Felix:

"The dead guy!"

"Help me!"

Daniel:

"I won't kill you."

"I'm not going to kill you,okay?"

"I just want to know how I got this jacket."

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat and Felix are panicked and they both speak at the same time, and Daniel can't hear them.

This is interesting

ーーーーーーーーーー

Daniel:

"All right!"

"You talk"

Nat:

"We went to the warehouse with Felix's brother,Steven."

"And we were playing there."

"And we saw a metal thing and thought it was a submarine."

"And we opened it up somehow and you were inside."

"Right?"

Felix:

"Right."

Daniel:

"There were no guards?"

"No doctors?"

Nat:

"No,sir."

"Just junk."

ーーーーーーーーーー

He cleared them of the misconception that he was a zombie.

And he taught them 53 years of history and technology.

World War II, answering machines, how to drink juice from paper cartons, etc.

Nat is surprised and delighted to know that Daniel is the pilot.

The three go to the library to investigate the events of the 53 years.

Nat's unrequited love

Then comes the girl Nat is in love with.

Nat is encouraged by Felix to speak up.

This scene is so humorous and funny that Nat tries to get the girl's attention.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat:

"I'm in the library on a Saturday."

"She'll think I'm a geek."

Felix:

"She's in here, too."

"Call her."

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat goes to talk to the girl.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat:

"Hi, Alice, how are you?"

Alice:

"yes."

Nat:

"Hey Alice,…nice dress."

Alice:

"Thanks."

Nat:

"Looks like wallpaper."

ーーーーーーーーーー

The girl looks displeased, but he will follow her not like following her, saying, "I mean a good wallpaper."

Continuing on, he blundered.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat:

"Bitchin nail polish."

"Looks like blood."

ーーーーーーーーーー

Alice is no longer the opponent.

Nat cheerfully signals to Daniel that he'll be fine.

He's not okay at all…

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat:

"I had a huge bike accident."

Alice:

"Really?"

Nat:

"Thrashed my bike. Thrashed. Totally thrashed."

"I got a big cut too."

"Don't remove the scab"

Alice:

"It looks very painful."

Nat:

"thanks"

Alice:

"Well…I have to go."

"See you."

Nat:

"I'm a geek."

ーーーーーーーーーー

He shows her his Injured and scratched, painful wounds and does ridiculous things.

Daniel is watching the exchange, but it seems that he is not very interested.

It's painful to be alone…

Mother Claire and child Nat live together in a fatherless family.

Nat felt very lonely without his father.

As a result, Daniel gets along well with his mother, Claire.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Claire:

"You know…I'm told…that I listen exceptionally well."

"If you want to talk."

Daniel:

"You ever feel lost?"

Claire:

"I invented it."

"It's mine."

Daniel:

"My buddy was supposed to be here when I woke up."

"He used to live here…"

"…and I can't find him."

"I know that sounds desperate,but…"

"He's all I have left."

Claire:

"You could always go home."

Daniel:

"I lost someone close to me, that's why I left."

"That's why I haven't got any money or clothes or home."

"I just left and…"

"I didn't think about where I'd end up."

ーーーーーーーーーー

Daniel gradually comes to know Nat's private life.

Nat asks Daniel to teach him how to steer.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat:

"Maybe tomorrow if you don't find your friend…"

"…you can teach me to fly."

ーーーーーーーーーー

Dejected, Daniel refuses, saying he doesn't have a flight jacket or a plane.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat:

"My father left when I was one."

"Thought you'd want to know."

Daniel:

"I don't think that's any of my business."

Nat:

"He hasn't talked to us since."

Daniel:

"Thanks"

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat looks sad.

Daniel suddenly stops by the coffee shop of his memories and sits down at the table where the two of them sat.

Then, pick up some salt and mimic Helen's gesture, sprinkle it around his neck, and gently close his eyes.

A classic café gently embraces the wounded Daniel.

Nat asks Daniel what he can do to get her to turn to him.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat:

"Can I ask you something?"

Daniel:

"Shoot"

Nat:

”Remember that girl in the library?”

”That girl in the library, Alice.”

"She's really cool."

"Plus she's really pretty."

Daniel:

"So what's your question?"

Nat:

"Felix says I should make her jealous, like his brother does with girls."

Daniel:

"Aren't you a little young to be…"

"Think about other stuff."

Nat:

"I'm 10!"

"I really like her."

Daniel:

"If I were you, I'd forget about her."

ーーーーーーーーーー

For Daniel, it's after losing Helen, so he doesn't want to think about love.

Daniel in the living room, Billie Holiday song "The Very Thought of You" find the album of

That song is filled with many memories with Helen.

While looking at the album, he remembered Helen, and the loneliness welled up.

Unaware of the situation, Claire plays the song.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Daniel:

"You don't have to put that on."

Claire:

"Nat's asleep."

CD player:

♫　The very thought of you and I forget to do

♫　The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do

♫　I'm living in a kind of daydream

♫　I'm happy as a queen

♫　And foolish though it may seem

♫　To me that's everything

♫　The mere idea of you, the longing here for you

♫　You'll never know how slow the moments go till I'm near to you

♫　I see your face in every flower

♫　Your eyes in stars above

♫　It's just the thought of you

♫　The very thought of you, my love

ーーーーーーーーーー

Unable to bear the pain, Daniel left the room and cried.

If Harry didn't get him out of the device, Helen is dead.

At that time, Daniel must have regretted that he should have confessed.

Man's Friendship

Realizing that he was wrong, Daniel wakes Nat up in the middle of the night.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Daniel:

”Nat, wake up.”

"I was wrong"

"Before, about Alice."

”I told you to forget about it.”

Nat:

"What about her?"

Daniel:

"You know how you want to know how you want to know what you should do?"

"You must tell her"

Nat:

"What?"

Daniel:

"The next time you see her, the very next time…"

"when your heart pounds and you're nervous and…"

"You know what I mean?"

"Just let go."

Nat:

"What do you mean?"

Daniel:

"Let go. Tell her everything."

"Tell her how you feel."

"It's hard, but you must!"

Nat:

"How?"

Daniel:

"You know that stuff you told me."

"Tell that stuff to her."

"Open your heart."

"Sing to her!"

Nat:

"Sing?"

Daniel:

"Tell her everything."

"Sing to her. The sooner the better."

"Because…you might not get another chance."

"Forrow?"

"I just wanted to tell you I was wrong."

"I thought that you should know."

Nat:

"Thanks"

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Nat's Courage

The next night, Nat went to her house, climbed a tree, and watched Alice through the window.he called

Alice opened the window.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Alice:

"Nat?"

Nat:

"It's me."

Alice:

"Why are you here?"

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat:

♫　You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

♫　You make me happy when skies are gray

♫　You’ll never know dear how much I love you

♫　Please don’t take my sunshine away

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat sang with all his heart.

It's You are My Sunshine.

Daniel told him to sing metaphorically, but Nat just sang it.

It is a very humorous and warm scene.

The girl's father came out from behind Alice.

Alice shyly hides her face.

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Alice's father:

"Is this a prank?"

Nat:

"No, sir, this is very serious."

"I'm Nat Cooper, I love you little girl."

“Sorry to disturb you.”

"I'm Nat Cooper."

"I'm in love with your daughter."

"I see her in class every day and I just really like her a lot."

"And that's the truth."

Alice's father:

"Nat, go home."

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Nat hung his head and tried to go home.

Looking back, she gave him a sweet smile.

Nat has recovered.

What should I do now….

One day, Daniel was about to leave Nat and Claire.

Nat presents Daniel with a cool flight jacket.

In Nat and Felix's hideout tree house, Daniel and Nat made a simple airplane cockpit and simulated flight together.

For Nat, he spent a time with Daniel that he couldn't spoil with his father.

Daniel's body begins to change.

Daniel begins to age rapidly.

Nat calls for help and Daniel is taken to the hospital.

The military was becoming aware of the cryo sleeper and Daniel's presence.

The army begins searching for Daniel.

On the other hand, Daniel who found Harry's house escapes from the hospital and heads for it.

It was Harry's daughter who was knocked out.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Daniel:

"Hello, I'm looking for a man named Harry Finley."

"He was a scientist."

"His wife's name was Blanche."

"He was from Chicago."

"Do you know him?"

Harry's daughter:

"That's my father."

Daniel:

"In he home?"

Harry's daughter:

"I'm sorry, but my father is dead."

"He lived here for a few months…but he died before I was born."

"You must mean another man."

Daniel:

"I was his best friend."

Harry's daughter:

"Daniel?"

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For some reason, Harry's daughter knew about Daniel, whom she had never met.

Daniel finds a photo in Harry's belongings.

It was a picture of Helen with a little girl.

Daniel silently stares at the picture.

A notebook containing Harry's experiment records was also found.

On the last page of it, it said, "Impossible to stop aging."

Nat gently touched Daniel.

After freezing Daniel, Harry learns that the subject's aging cannot be stopped.

Daniel is told that Harry tried to rescue Daniel from the device, but Harry died in the fire.

Therefore, Daniel was not saved for 53 years.

Claire received Harry's research materials.

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Claire:

"She's Helen?"

"Is that girl your daughter?"

Daniel:

"No, we're not married."

Harry's daughter:

"That girl was me when I was two."

Daniel:

"No way."

"She should have died in a car accident, before you were born."

Harry's daughter:

"Daniel! She's alive!"

"Her husband passed away seven years ago, and she lives in a house near the lighthouse in her hometown."

Daniel:

"No! Is Helen still alive!?"

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There was a glimmer of hope in Daniel, who had been depressed by the knowledge that he could not stop aging.

Spread the wings and go to his lover

Daniel decides to go to Helen.

FBI pursuers have come to Harry's house.

Realizing that they can't escape by car, Daniel heads to the Air Force facility to get to Helen by plane.

Coincidentally, he escapes to the place where the old airplane air show is held, and succeeds in getting on the plane and taking off.

He heard a noise from the back seat.

It turned out that Nat had boarded the plane.

Nat imagines Daniel's father and gets on Daniel's plane because he doesn't want to leave and cares about Daniel's body.

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Nat:

"You forgot your flight jacket, didn't you? I brought it for you."

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Daniel was dumbfounded.

Before long, the lighthouse near Helen's house came into view.

Daniel was very old and unmanageable.

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Daniel:

"That house!"

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Daniel put Nut's hand on the control stick and entrusted the control.

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Daniel:

"Gentry!"

"Increase back pressure."

Nat:

"Check, increase back pressure!"

"Don't die!"

Daniel:

"Turn right."

"Gear down."

Nat:

"Gear down!"

Daniel:

"Okay. Now we're going to land this together."

Nat:

"Okay,all right."

"120 miles an hour."

"Full Flaps!"

Nat:

"Check full flaps"

Daniel:

"Watch the horizon!"

Nat:

"Watching!"

"Daniel!"

"Watch the horizon! Watch the horizon! Oh,crap!"

Daniel:

"Hold it."

"Pull back!"

"Brakes!"

Nat:

"Stop!"

Daniel:

"Show off."

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The plane the two of them was on somehow managed to land.

Reunion, the Time of Confession Beyond Time

The wind is very strong around here, and the old man's gray hair still flutters.

I want you to see this beautiful scenery by all means.

Daniel fearfully knocks on Helen's door.

They waited for a while, but no one came out.

Did Daniel pick up the scent from upwind?

When Daniel turned around, he found Helen carrying flowers that had already been picked.

The setting sun turns the area into sepia just like it used to be.

A few seagulls are floating on the wind.

Helen notices this too.

Daniel, who has become old, slowly approaches Helen as if dragging his feet.

With a tearful smile, Helen utters the words.

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Helen:

"Daniel!"

Daniel:

"Yeah, it's me!"

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What was Helen thinking during this time?

Helen spent her old age in the old house by the lighthouse where they vowed their future,when she was little.

As promised to Daniel.

After 53 years, Helen still remembers Daniel.

Nat is watching over them with tears in his eyes.

Daniel confesses to Helen without hesitation this time.

While remembering the days he regretted for a long time.

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Daniel:

"So are you going to marry me?"

Helen:

"Yes!"

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The two hugged each other, and eventually Nat snuggled up and it was a happy ending.

Daniel is talking like a continuation of the proposal he made that day 53 years ago.

What a joke over time!

A work that will make your heart feel refreshed

The trick of time has separated them.

If Daniel had the courage to confess that day…

If Daniel doesn't go into the cryo-sleep machine…

For Daniel, it's been half a year since he met Helen again, but for Helen, us, and the audience, 53 years have passed.

It's been a very precious and precious 53 years, but the moments that the two of them will spend from now on will be more and more irreplaceable and dense.

This work challenges us that love is more valuable than fifty-three years.

Forever Young is about the heart.

It teaches us that the body can change, but the mind can last forever.

It also teaches us the importance of a little courage.

And the kindness of the human connection between Daniel, Claire and Nat oozes out.

End credits ended with Billie Holiday singing.

It's a beautiful, happy ending that's typical of American movies.

If you watch this work, your heart will tremble more than my clumsy sentence.

Billie Holiday, nice.

Nat's "You're My Sunshine" is good.

Please watch that warm memory cafe restaurant once.

Landing at the lighthouse in the last scene.

Co-starring a beautiful flight of airplanes and seagulls.

Beautiful grandma Helen with picked flowers.

A playful and solid performance from Jamie Curtis as Claire.

It's a love story where everything blends nicely.

I think that it will be a work that will surely remain in your heart.

Thank you for reading this far.

See you in the next piece.

Good bye.

...The end.

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