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Link to YouTube Video O Piya O Piya (Official Music Video) Altamash Faridi | Kushal Chandra Chauhan, Roma Arora, Shubham K Step into a realm of charm with "O Piya O Piya," the latest musical marvel from Leens Queens Entertainment. This captivating composition, crafted by the brilliant minds of Altamash Faridi, Kushal Chandra Chauhan, Roma Arora, and Shubham Kashyap, sets a new standard in musical brilliance. Under the collaborative genius of composers Babli Haque and Meera Sarkar, and with the romantic song heartfelt lyrics by the talented Mohd Ateek, "O Piya O Piya" transcends conventional boundaries, touching the hearts of listeners worldwide. Directed by the visionary duo of Yogesh D Rai and Abhishek Mishra, and skillfully enhanced by Avdhesh Dubey's imaginative contributions, the music video takes viewers on a romantic journey. With Pt. Shailendra Sharma's masterful cinematography capturing every frame flawlessly, and Anand Raaj's captivating choreography adding an extra layer of allure, the video is a visual symphony that leaves a lasting impression. In the digital age, Patel Ravi Singh's strategic expertise ensures the widespread reach of "O Piya O Piya," captivating audiences across various platforms. With soul-stirring vocals by Altamash Faridi and evocative composition, the song delves deep into the realms of love and emotion, resonating with hearts worldwide. More than just a song, "O Piya O Piya" is an immersive journey that captivates the senses and touches the soul. With its blend of soul-stirring vocals, exceptional talent, and visual splendor romantic song, this musical venture stands as a testament to the power of artistic collaboration, leaving an indelible mark on the hearts of all who experience it. The music video unfolds against breathtaking backdrops, skillfully blending with the rhythm of the song. Directors Yogesh D Rai and Abhishek Mishra, along with Avdhesh Dubey's creative inputs, ensure a visual treat for viewers. Pt. Shailendra Sharma's cinematography deserves special mention, turning each frame into a masterpiece. The visual storytelling enhances the emotional impact of the song, making O Piya O Piya not just a musical experience but a visual journey leaving an indelible impression. Anand Raaj's choreography breathes life into the song with graceful and expressive dance sequences. The seamless integration of dance into the narrative adds an extra layer of entertainment, transforming the music video into a complete audio-visual spectacle. "O Piya O Piya" is more than just a song; it is an immersive journey into the realms of love, emotion, and melody. Altamash Faridi's soul-stirring vocals, coupled with the exceptional talents of the entire creative team, make this musical venture a must-watch. As the music resonates and the visuals enchant, "O Piya O Piya" stands out as a testament to the power of artistic collaboration in creating something truly magical. Explore the magic of "O Piya O Piya" now: Link to YouTube Video

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legends-live-in-memories · 3 years

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Picture Perfect

AYO! its me back with more content for the second time this week while i ignore my other wips again. this is a lil gift for @queen-o-leen who i promised wholesome content for! I hope you like it!

Timinette/Timari Oneshot 1.9K words (not related to my other timari oneshots)

Summary:

“Tim spends a nice day in a park in Paris and takes a picture of a pretty girl.

He somehow gets an almost date out of it.”

no warnings this time. completely family-friendly. I know i surprise myself with this one too.

without further ado

He would be the last to admit that Jason was right and that time away was what he needed at this point in life but it can’t be ignored that, for the first time in possibly three years, Tim was having a wonderful day. He was having a wonderful week actually. After one too many unsuccessful cold cases and the simmering anxiety of off-world missions, his family, primarily Jason, for some reason, demanded that he take some time off and away from his unusual brand of normal. How that meant being sent across the Atlantic Ocean to Paris of all places, he wasn’t entirely sure. Alfred probably had a hand in that decision given that, as part of his forced vacation, Tim was not allowed to actually plan any of it. Him. Timothy Jackson Drake. The guy who stalked and manoeuvred his way into Batman’s house and team. The guy who tracked and found said man when the universe thought he was dead but was actually drifting through time. Yeah, Tim was not pleased about being led blind on his vacation.

At least Paris was a nice city. And he brought his camera. He figured he could use this time to get back into old hobbies and what better hobby to start up again in the city of love than photography? He’s taken pictures of every tourist attraction worth visiting by his second day and began to take candid shots of people and animals. Would Damian like the animal pictures? Maybe, if they came from someone who wasn’t Tim. Is he going to try and give them to him anyways? Absolutely not. He liked his liver where it is, thank you very much. They would serve as great bribing material however. But that’s a thought for another day.

Right now he was working on capturing what could possibly be described as the stereotypical outing with friends. He’s sitting along some bushes near the entrance of a park and staring at a group of teens his own age hanging around. He spots a brunette with thick curls of hair animatedly speaking with a guy in a vibrant cap. She’s waving a camera herself, and he appreciates her taste in equipment. Her eyes spark with fox-like mischief while the cap guy has a peaceful aura about him; like an old turtle. Next he sees a blonde, her hair is in a ridiculously high ponytail and she’s in a deep conversation with a red head off to the side of the whole group; her words are rushing out of her and she’s a buzzing bee with excitement. Another blond is in the area, but he sits in a broad patch of sun possibly napping with an open book on his chest. Very cat-like Tim supposes. He barely pays them more than a second of thought however. No.

His focus is on the quaint beauty directly in his line of sight. She’s poised up against the giant tree trunk with a sketchbook in her lap and pencils surrounding her. Her hair hangs by her shoulders in twintails and it’s a colour so dark it seems to absorb the shade of the tree. She’s scribbling furiously on the page before her and her tongue is slightly peaking out to the side. Her forehead is creased with stress lines and her shoulders hunch slightly over her frame. She’s the vision of deep concentration and dedication and Tim would be a fool not to capture her. He’s gotten wide shots of her companions but now he wants to focus on her.

Looking through the lens of his camera he zooms in on her profile. When his camera focuses, he spots a constellation of freckles across her cheeks, barely there, almost blending in with her complexion but Tim is nothing if not hypervigilant. He goes to take another photo when a bug flies into view. It’s a ladybug. It lands precariously on the tip of her nose and it’s just the thing that breaks her out of her work-induced trance. Tim is watching her now, long forgetting to click the shutter. Her eyes cross as she stares intently at the black-spotted creature and its presence seems to amuse her. She’s giggling to herself, as if sharing an inside joke with the bug and reaches a slim finger to swipe the insect gently from her nose. She inspects it and smiles a smile so soft that not even a feather could compare. He feels like an intruder. More so than one who takes pictures of cute strangers in public.

Coming back to his senses, he takes another picture, the final picture, and lowers the camera from his face. He looks back at his temporary muse and finds that she is already looking at him. Her head tilts in confusion. Apprehension. Possibly a bit of fear. Which is valid given that Tim was pointing a camera at her from across the public park. What should he do though to quell her fears?

He felt his face lift into a grin; he didn’t need to look at himself to know it was awkward and forced. A shrug of his shoulders and a flimsy wave of the camera in his hand was the only thing he did. Before he could begin to stumble over himself in apology, however, she surprised him. With a cautious hunch, her shoulders brought up to her ears, and an embarrassed smile to match his own, she slowly flips her sketchbook around and he comes face to face with, well, his face. It was a portrait of him. She had drawn a portrait of him. And she was showing him. Feeling embolden, he flips his camera to show her the screen but she’s too far away. He gets up on unsteady legs, cramped from his uncomfortable position, and begins a slow stride towards her. She meets him in the middle.

“Hi.” He barely speaks those words. They’re more like an exhale or a sigh of relief that he hadn’t scared her off.

“Hi, I hope you don’t mind the drawing.” Her voice is high and light. Like a spring breeze. She’s daintily waving at him and he sees that her fingers are rough, and calloused. Unexpected but he finds it rather charming. Before he could get another word in, she’s off like an engine. “I just saw you there, and you had your camera so I figured you were taking pictures of us and thought that if you were then you wouldn’t mind me sketching you in kind but I should have asked and I’m sorry for breaching your privacy—”

“Wait, slow down.” He fears that if he hadn’t interrupted her when he did she would run out of oxygen. Did she even breathe during her spiel? A voice in his head, that sounds like Cass, utters a soft ‘pot, kettle’ and okay, he sees a lot of himself in her mile-a-minute style of speaking.

“No need to apologize. I’m flattered, truly. You were right, I was taking pictures of you. And your friends!” he hastily adds that last part. He turns his camera so the display screen faces her and he feels himself hold his breath in anticipation.

A blush rises to her cheeks, red like the ladybug that interrupted her. He quite likes that colour on her. His eyes drift to the sketch and he’s further impressed by her skill. She has an eye for detail. He notices a bird in the background. It’s a robin. That piques his interest and lights a flicker of fear within him.

“May I ask,” he begins slowly, unsure of what that little addition could mean. Did she know? How could she? Was his identity compromised?

“Why did you draw a robin in the background? It’s lovely but I’m curious,” he finishes. He’s going to play dumb until he has more information. She seems taken off guard by the question and raises her shoulders to her ears again in an embarrassed hunch.

“Well,” she starts, but she seems unsure and the words die on her tongue. She tries again.

“I just saw it fly by and then it landed behind you. So I thought ‘why not?’ and drew it. It seemed fitting.” She wasn’t looking him in the eye and now he felt kind of felt like a jerk for baselessly accusing some random girl. Of course it was just a coincidence. This bat-paranoia was going to be the end of him one day. It’s by sheer miracles and luck why it hasn’t already.

“Oh, no worries. It just surprised me because it’s my favourite bird.” Right. Lie to the pretty French girl. But what else could he do? Tell her the truth?

“Then it’s a cool coincidence, huh?” She seems encouraged by that tidbit of information.

“Yeah, pure luck on your part.”

“What?” She seems more startled at that than Tim thinks she should be but before he can think deeper into it she speaks again and he would be a fool to not give her his undivided attention.

“Why did you take a picture of me with the ladybug? If you don’t mind me asking.” That stumps him because, to be honest, he does not know why himself. It just felt right. So he tells her as such.

“Well that would be another coincidence because ladybugs are my favourite insects.” She gives him a full smile alongside that statement and the brilliance of it almost blinds him. He wants to capture that smile for eternity.

The thought strikes him. He doesn’t want this moment to end. He knows by the Friday of next week he’ll be flying back to Gotham where it’s business as usual and Red Robin won’t have time for commitments and puppy love. But right now? Right now Tim Drake is on vacation with a week and half left and all the time in the world to entertain the idea of a spring romance. Making the decision, he goes for it and takes the chance.

“I was getting a bit hungry. Do you know anywhere that’s good to eat at?” It’s an offer, open to interpretation. If she just lists some place, he knows where her interests lay. If she offers to escort him somewhere, then she’s taken the bait for exactly what it is, an invitation for more; whatever more is. He hopes she takes the bait.

“Yes I do actually! My parents own a bakery just outside the park.” Her enthusiasm is uplifting and the offer of a place so personal is a good sign in Tim’s book. “Let me show the way, and I could join you if you would like.”

“Perfect. That’s wonderful. It will be my treat since you’re going out of your way on my account.”

“Nonsense. Like I said, it’s my parents’ bakery. They’ll be more than happy to give some complimentary snacks.” She loops her arm around his and begins to drag him to the park gate. She’s strong and her grip is firm and Tim feels lightheaded at the ease with which she pulls him. He can’t help but be swept up in the tides that is this girl.

“I’m Tim, by the way. Tim Drake.” He offers his name, something he should have done at the beginning.

She looks back at him over her shoulder and he’s caught up in the oceans of her eyes. They’re alight with joy.

“Nice to meet you, Tim. I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

They’re almost by the bakery now, he can smell the fresh baked goods from here, and he can’t wait to sit down and get to know this girl better. Maybe get her number by the end of their lunch.

Yeah. Tim was having a wonderful day.

#timari #timinette #maribat #ml x dc #family-friendly content #who would have thought #tumblr dont fucking try me

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flauntpage · 6 years

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The Forgotten Story of the First Black Female Wrestlers

On the March 12 episode of Monday Night RAW, WWE announced it would name the inaugural women’s battle royal at WrestleMania after The Fabulous Moolah. It promptly blew up in the company's face.

The tale WWE told was that Moolah was an empowering figure and a true revolutionary in the world of sports entertainment. In reality, she was a regressive force who, through means ranging from devious to outright despicable, held back women’s progress in the industry for decades. After Moolah's 2007 death, female wrestlers like Mad Maxine and others began to talk about how they were exploited by Moolah—sometimes sexually—and how she abused female wrestlers under her power for years. Once journalists and Twitter users alike reminded the company of this, WWE made the decision to pull her name from the event.

That it took a full week of Twitter roasting and negative national coverage for the organization to pull the plug illustrates not only its lack of social conscience but also a wider industry ignorance about the history of women’s wrestling and those truly worthy of honor.

There are any number of other female wrestlers who would have been more appropriate to name the battle royal after, but none are more overdue for praise than four women who changed the pro-wrestling and sporting landscape forever: Ethel Johnson, Babs Wingo, Kathleen Wimbley, and Marva Scott, the first black women’s professional wrestlers.

Like many other industries across the country, women’s wrestling in the United States experienced a boom during World War II. With many of the men off at war, opportunities for women on the home front opened up—including in the wrestling ring, where Mildred Burke became one of the most popular athletes or performers in any genre at the time. As documented in Jeff Leen’s biography The Queen of the Ring, Burke, along with then-husband Billy Wolfe, effectively controlled all of women’s wrestling, acting as the trainer and booker respectively for female talent, providing them to various promoters and territories around the country.

Burke was a megastar, an undefeated champion who wore diamonds and furs and talked openly about her $50,000 annual income—a real figure, which became a part of her character as well. As Frank DeFord wrote in 1990, Burke was “bigger in her sport than anyone ever was in theirs.”

Women's wrestling was still riding high in the early 1950s and women across the country saw Burke, and no doubt her income, and wanted to follow suit—including a trio of sisters living in Columbus, Ohio. Babs Wingo was the first of the three to start training as a professional wrestler, followed by Ethel Johnson. Johnson reveals in the upcoming documentary Lady Wrestler, directed by Chris Bournea, that the two would take judo and gymnastics classes at the Columbus YMCA on top of their pro wrestling training and strength training.

Though record keeping of professional wrestling at that time isn’t entirely comprehensive, it’s known that Johnson debuted at the age of 16, with Wingo and their friend Kathleen Wimbley following sometime shortly after, around 1951. Younger sister Marva Scott’s first reported match came in 1954.

The four women were pitted against one another quite often in the main event of shows across the United States, with Johnson usually coming out on top in either singles matches or tag-team matches. This was occurring during a time period sandwiched between Jackie Robinson breaking baseball’s color barrier a few years before and Rosa Parks being arrested in Montgomery a few years later. Race and gender relations had not progressed particularly far at this point, yet a group of black women were the featured attractions on events and breaking attendance records across the country.

As young performers in 1952, Johnson, Wingo, and Wimbley took part in a main event tag team match and set an all-time gate record for wrestling in Baltimore with 3,611 fans. By 1954, they were drawing 9,000 fans at the Municipal Auditorium in Kansas City, and Johnson and Wingo received top billing alongside Gorgeous George, one of the most famous wrestlers of all time. Both Johnson and Wingo would challenge Burke for the NWA women’s title once, while Scott was rated as high as No. 3 in the world by Ring Magazine in 1968—as compared to then-NWA champion Moolah who was ranked No. 14 in the same December issue.

“Wingo and Johnson, rated nationally at the top of their category, are capable of staging a match hard to beat from a standpoint of speed and rough action. They can show the menfolks some tricks in the trade when it comes to rapid, rugged wrestling fireworks,” wrote one reporter on April 10 of 1955 in the Pampa Daily News. Even on a card featuring Hall of Famer Dory Funk Sr., the focus remained on the ring brilliance of the women.

As a result of their drawing power and ring prowess, the women were paid extraordinarily well for the time period. During their peak, Johnson, Wingo, Wimbley, and Scott would have been among the highest paid black athletes in the United States. Wimbley in particular was reported in Jet magazine as having made $10,000 annually, and the women estimated in Lady Wrestler that they made as much as $300 per week. To put that into perspective, the median household income in 1950 was $3,300. Naturally, the women hung around the other big earners of the day, people like Joe Louis and members of the Harlem Globetrotters.

Photo with permission of Chris Bournea

With the bulk of their careers occurring while Jim Crow laws were still in effect, the unique nature of the sisters’ success and prosperity during this era cannot be overstated, yet it remains a forgotten piece of American history. The women endured the endorsed racism of the time—In Lady Wrestler, Johnson recalled how trips to the Southern states sometimes required hiding in the trunk if they were in the car with a white person—and yet they were still huge draws.

That's in part due to their portrayal within the industry, which is fascinating considering the era and media landscape. Boxing—which shared the same sports pages and quite often magazine publications with wrestling (The Ring magazine featured wrestling, and Boxing and Wrestling was a popular rag)—was still struggling with ugly portrayals of black fighters at the time. But in pro wrestling, where characterization is a part of the performance, and one might have expected hideous minstrel show-type portrayals, the black women were simply lauded as extraordinary athletes and as attractive, desirable women.

It’s sad to say, but had the women attempted to break into the business in the WWF 20 years later, in the 70s or 80s, their fates would have been entirely different. The organization had no black female wrestlers during the Rock ’n’ Wrestling era, and none on a regular basis until Sapphire debuted in 1989 in a mostly managerial role. A black woman wouldn’t win a championship until Jacqueline did it in 1998. Black men at the time were portrayed as everything from savages with very hard heads and no communication skills, to pimps, to a white guy claiming to be from “Deepest Darkest Africa,” to de facto slaves.

Johnson, Wingo, Wimbley, and Scott were all well ahead of their time in terms of their in-ring abilities. Save for some quirks of the era, the footage that exists of them looks like it could have been a match from the 80s or early 90s in the United States. Johnson was particularly agile in the ring, throwing dropkicks, a version of a flying headscissors and a move newspapers at the time marveled at, the atomic drop. Many of the women’s wrestlers at the time made kip ups (vaulting from one’s back straight to one’s feet in one motion) a part of their routine—a maneuver Shawn Michaels would use to great fanfare to set up his finishing move in the mid 90s.

As these four women faded from the spotlight, however, the women’s wrestling industry regressed. It began with Burke and Wolfe’s divorce and the severing of their company in 1954, forcing women to effectively choose sides. It continued with the rise of Moolah, who would form a similar setup to Burke and Wolfe’s with her own husband Buddy Lee, training and booking women’s wrestlers around the country. This was also around the time Vince McMahon Sr. began to dominate pro wrestling in the Northeast.

While the foursome were skilled athletes and technically sound, Moolah was not. She wasn't that talented in the ring, so when she took to training many of the sport’s newcomers, not only could she not teach them how to do anything extraordinary, but she actively discouraged them from learning those moves, ostensibly so she wouldn’t be upstaged. She instead ushered in a new style that might be described as “catfighting,” heavy on hair-pulling and slapping—an insulting portrayal of how women, and in particular strong athletic women, would fight. It’s precisely the style that would remain prevalent in the United States, save for a few standout performers, until very recently. Similar to the students trained directly by Moolah, it’s not like the women wouldn’t have been capable of doing more in the ring—they most certainly were—but they were taught Moolah's style and brought up in an organization that deified it.

In some ways, it’s taken almost 70 years to get back to the quality of women’s wrestling the black female pioneers established back in 1952. The quality of women’s wrestling in America is the best it’s ever been, and it’s no longer unusual to see women main-eventing a weekly television program or even a pay-per-view. Two black performers—Sasha Banks and Naomi—are among the most prominent and popular women’s wrestlers of the day. Neither have characters rooted in ugly stereotypes—Banks is a flashy babyface in shutter shades, while Naomi is an EDM dancer who likes glowing items—they’re presented as good wrestlers. Naming an event after Moolah in 2018 celebrates the very atavism Banks, Naomi, and this generation of female wrestlers has vanquished from the women’s wrestling industry.

Pro wrestling moved backwards for decades, leaving its black female pioneers in the dust. But even as it's raced forward, it has yet again left them behind.

Every woman's dream, Johnson said in 2006, was to wrestle in Madison Square Garden. But because women’s wrestling was banned in New York during their prime, and they came one era before Jess McMahon and Toots Mondt’s World Wide Wrestling Federation ran the Garden regularly, they never got a chance to achieve that goal. The only mention of any of them by the WWE seems to be a lone appearance by Scott in a photo gallery of women’s wrestlers on the company website several years ago.

They deserve much more. Like, maybe a battle royal named after them at WrestleMania or something.

*Additional research provided by Jeff Leer, author of The Queen of the Ring and assistant managing editor in charge of The Washington Post’s Investigative Unit.

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amtushinfosolutionspage · 6 years

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The Forgotten Story of the First Black Female Wrestlers

On the March 12 episode of Monday Night RAW, WWE announced it would name the inaugural women’s battle royal at WrestleMania after The Fabulous Moolah. It promptly blew up in the company’s face.

The tale WWE told was that Moolah was an empowering figure and a true revolutionary in the world of sports entertainment. In reality, she was a regressive force who, through means ranging from devious to outright despicable, held back women’s progress in the industry for decades. After Moolah’s 2007 death, female wrestlers like Mad Maxine and others began to talk about how they were exploited by Moolah—sometimes sexually—and how she abused female wrestlers under her power for years. Once journalists and Twitter users alike reminded the company of this, WWE made the decision to pull her name from the event.

Women’s wrestling was still riding high in the early 1950s and women across the country saw Burke, and no doubt her income, and wanted to follow suit—including a trio of sisters living in Columbus, Ohio. Babs Wingo was the first of the three to start training as a professional wrestler, followed by Ethel Johnson. Johnson reveals in the upcoming documentary Lady Wrestler, directed by Chris Bournea, that the two would take judo and gymnastics classes at the Columbus YMCA on top of their pro wrestling training and strength training.

Photo with permission of Chris Bournea

That’s in part due to their portrayal within the industry, which is fascinating considering the era and media landscape. Boxing—which shared the same sports pages and quite often magazine publications with wrestling (The Ring magazine featured wrestling, and Boxing and Wrestling was a popular rag)—was still struggling with ugly portrayals of black fighters at the time. But in pro wrestling, where characterization is a part of the performance, and one might have expected hideous minstrel show-type portrayals, the black women were simply lauded as extraordinary athletes and as attractive, desirable women.

While the foursome were skilled athletes and technically sound, Moolah was not. She wasn’t that talented in the ring, so when she took to training many of the sport’s newcomers, not only could she not teach them how to do anything extraordinary, but she actively discouraged them from learning those moves, ostensibly so she wouldn’t be upstaged. She instead ushered in a new style that might be described as “catfighting,” heavy on hair-pulling and slapping—an insulting portrayal of how women, and in particular strong athletic women, would fight. It’s precisely the style that would remain prevalent in the United States, save for a few standout performers, until very recently. Similar to the students trained directly by Moolah, it’s not like the women wouldn’t have been capable of doing more in the ring—they most certainly were—but they were taught Moolah’s style and brought up in an organization that deified it.

Pro wrestling moved backwards for decades, leaving its black female pioneers in the dust. But even as it’s raced forward, it has yet again left them behind.

Every woman’s dream, Johnson said in 2006, was to wrestle in Madison Square Garden. But because women’s wrestling was banned in New York during their prime, and they came one era before Jess McMahon and Toots Mondt’s World Wide Wrestling Federation ran the Garden regularly, they never got a chance to achieve that goal. The only mention of any of them by the WWE seems to be a lone appearance by Scott in a photo gallery of women’s wrestlers on the company website several years ago.

They deserve much more. Like, maybe a battle royal named after them at WrestleMania or something.

*Additional research provided by Jeff Leer, author of The Queen of the Ring and assistant managing editor in charge of The Washington Post’s Investigative Unit.

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patricksilvrrozartistry · 7 years

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Current Music Obsessions: February 1 - 14, 2017

I know I'm a bit late for the first post for this month, but I've been doing a lot of other things that have been keeping me distracted from doing so. BUT NO MATTER, let's get into my obsessions for the first two week of February!

Starting out with the honorable mentions.

Voices from the Fuelsage - Meteorites Sirenia - Playing with Fire Sirenia - Fifth Column One Desire - Hurt The Unknown - Lullabies Hell City - Victorious Anthology - Labyrinth of Evil Helioss - Santhara Sacred Groove - Waiting for the Rain Distorted Harmony - Natural Selection Last Leaf Down - The Theme Sleep of Monsters - Poison King Eveline - All Against Me Cinnamun Beloved - Another Day William Control - Mother Superior The Hourglass - Magdalene The Hardkiss - In Love Red Queen - Insidious

Now it's time for the main obsessions, and I've got quite a few.

1. Jonathan Young - Phantom of the Opera feat. Malinda Kathleen Reese

I talked about this guy not too long ago and decided to check out more of his covers and came across this EPIC cover. BRUH. I've heard some really good covers of The Phantom of the Opera, and I think this one is my favorite! HOW DID HE MANAGE TO OUTDO NIGHTWISH'S LIVE PERFORMANCE OF THIS??? I have no clue, but what I do know is that he KILLED IT!

2. Tarja - The Shadow Self

I noticed that I had been listening to a lot of the songs from The Shadow Self album, so I couldn't just list like 5 different songs off it. The Shadow Self is definitely my favorite from Tarja's double album and is also one of my top 20 favorite albums of 2016 (the video(s) will be coming soon). It's so beautiful and dramatic. I never listened to Colours if the Dark so I can't say if it outdid it, but it sure as hell outdid her other releases! If you're considering listening to the double album, DEFINITELY listen to this one! More specifically, listen to Demons in You (feat. Alissa White-Gluz), Diva, Undertaker, Calling from the Wild and ESPECIALLY Too Many.

3. Plugs of Apocalypse - Tears feat. Sarah Moon

I've known of these guys for a hot minute, but only knew of their song Erictho featuring Veronica and Tommaso from Fleshgod Apocalypse. I think I started following them on IG and they had a link to a new song/video and decided to give it a listen and fell in love. This song is absolutely gorgeous. I never expected to hear something like this from this band, EVER. It's so peaceful, yet heavy, and I love it so much!

4. Graveshadow - Blood and Fire

I'm pretty sure I talked about these guys last month, so I'm not going to introduce them. But I decided to listen to more after hearing the first song since that song showed more dimensions to Heather's voice than most of her songs with Helion Prime did, so I wondered if there were more that I didn't knew existed. I'm so glad I decided to check out another song of theirs, because this song is so gorgeous and epic that I can't handle it! SO GOOD!

5. Constraint - Enlightened by Darkness

I decided to give this symphonic metal band a listen because the lead singer of this band is the female singer of Chocobo Band (a Final Fantasy tribute metal band) and I must say, this song is really great. It's a bit heavier and it's the first time I've heard a lot of variation in Beatrice's voice. I'm definitely going to look into more from these guys.

6. Beyond the Black - Shine and Shade

This is a song that I rekindled my love for randomly one day. Beyond the Black are a symphonic power metal band that I discovered about a year ago. This song is probably my favorite off the Lost in Forever album. It has everything you want from a symphonic power metal band: a female singer with an enchanting and powerful voice, growls that don't ruin the fantasy vibe and choirs that are too cinematic for the sound. It's such a fun song to jam out to and it's pretty catchy. HIGHLY recommend this one!

7. The Murder of My Sweet - Loud as a Whisper

The Murder of My Sweet has always been a band that I haven't heard a bad song from. Given that, I haven't listened to a full length album of theirs yet, but I do plan on listening to their new release which this song is from. It's a simple song, but there's something to it that's just absolutely wonderful.

8. Theatres des Vampires - Autumn Leaves

Candyland is definitely a different album for Theatres des Vampires. Riff wise, it's more aggressive. But when it comes to Sonya's singing, it's way more beautiful than Moonlight Waltz. It's not a dark album, but more of an emotional one, which is pretty different for them. It also doesn't have a strong vampire theme to it like ALL of their past releases have had, so it definitely throws you off a bit. The only strong vampire theme to this album is definitely the looks of the band members. ANYWAYS, this song has to be one of the prettiest songs off the album. So haunting and so beautiful. I always love it when Sonya sings beautifully and less dramatically, but I still absolutely love her unique voice and wouldn't trade it for nothing.

9. Xandria - Call of Destiny

After hearing We are Murderers, I was under the impression that Xandria were going in a much more aggressive direction, but this song here says that they might be just experimenting with it. This song is kind of bland and typical, but the bridge and the catchiness of this song are what truly makes it great. Also, RETURN OF THE ANIMATED FACIAL EXPRESSIONS!!! I LOVE seeing Dianne perform. It's so fun and entertaining. I want to see them live again!

10. Linda Leen - Who is in Charge

I randomly came across this song in the recommended videos on YT and quickly got into it. It has such a groovy feel to it and has a powerful lyrics. But the thing that threw me off a bit was that this song was recommended while I was listening to djent one day and this song is NOT djent, it's not even metal. It's more like pop-rock. I really want to check out more from her, so if you have any recommendations, send them my way!

11. Headstrong - Tears feat. Stine Grove

I came across this song on Facebook one day and immediately fell in love with it. It's such a beautiful song. So peaceful, slow and haunting. The singer's voice is just absolutely beautiful and truly makes you feel things. If you're into ambient piano type of songs, definitely give this a listen.

12. The White Swan - Jet

Mercedes Lander (Kittie's drummer) is in a new doomy sludge/synth rock band and I am so excited about this project. I wish I would've learned about them sooner so that their EP could've had a chance to make it onto my top 10 favorite EP's list, but no matter, I'm still gonna listen to it. ANYWAYS, this song is sludgey and slightly psychedelic and I am in LOVE with it. Mercedes has such a pretty voice and I can't wait to listen to more from this band!

13. Cyclocosmia - Immured Part II

This is the first single Cyclocosmia released featuring their new front woman and I was excited to hear what new dimensions she would bring to their progressive, symphonic doom metal sound. In the beginning of the song, I was a bit turned off because her voice is so unique and unlike anything I've ever heard, so I had to adjust to it. But when that chorus kicked in and she started screaming, my party tit jumped off my body and began dancing on the floor. LISTEN TO THIS SONG IMMEDIATELY.

14. Betraying the Martyrs - Let it Go

I was trying to find the next song on my list and came across this one while looking for it and rekindled my love for it. I HATE the original. The singer has this EXTREMELY annoying voice and I can't stand it, but this is very tollerable. I love the expressions the vocalist makes throughout the video and I LOVE the last grunt he gives right at the end. Just yes. Love it.

15. Thy Art is Murder - Fur and Claw

This is song that I've known of for a hot minute, but randomly got stuck in my head a few weeks ago. It's metalcore, and I know I've said that I'm not that big into it, but it's starting to grow on me bit by bit. This song just has such an epic feel to it and the chorus and the bit after it is EVERTHING.

16. Starset - Satellite

Starset is a band that I randomly discovered a couple months ago, and so far, I'm really liking them. They're a cinematic rock group that has some pretty strong electronic elements to them, but not so much that it's trancy or synthrocky. I'm more than likely going to listen to their new album, Vessels, soon, because this song is so good! There's this chill atmosphere to it that I just absolutely LOVE and can't get enough of. HIGHLY recommend it!

17. Rob.b - What's Your Lyfe Lyke?

I decided to give Rob.b's new album a listen and it's pretty good. 701 and this song are my favorites off it. This song just has this epic beat and pacing that it gets me pumped up and moving. His voice is just as sexy as he looks and I just can't handle it! If you're looking for a gay rapper, definitely give Rob.b a listen!

18. Dark Sarah - Ash Grove

The Puzzle is such an epic album. So epic that you can't simply pick a favorite. All the songs are of stand out quality, and this song is definitely one of the biggest ones for me. It's just so beautiful and dramatic (and we all know how I am about dramatic songs). If you ever get the chance to listen to The Puzzle, DO IT.

19. The Autist - The Sanctuary feat. Polina Psycheya and Alina Lesnik

I've talked about The Autist quite a few times now, and this is hands down the most epic track they have released so far. The music video is so gorgeous and Alina looks absolutely STUNNING. Alina and Polina's voices go so well together and it's absolutely AMAZING. I LOVE the doomy nature to this song. It gives a new dimension to this band that I haven't experienced yet and I'm loving it! I can't wait for The Coldest Sun to be released. All these singles are hyping it up so much that I can't stand it!

That's all I got for these past two weeks! I REALLY need to purge my watch later list so that way I won't overload it once I get to listening to new releases from this year. Hope you guys enjoy these!

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