#also holy shit album art goes fucking HARD

[fieldsofbone]

THANK YOU KINGS FOR MY LIFE

#AND ON MY BIRTHDAY MONTH NO LESS #also holy shit album art goes fucking HARD #FUCCCCCKKKKK #bvb talk

[myownprivatcidaho]

Ok so I trust your judgement and have never listened to Bruce Springsteen except for hearing Born in the USA on the radio. What are your recommendations?

OH HO HOOOO IM GLAD U ASKED :DDD ive been meaning to listen to more of his music as im mostly only familiar with 3 of his albums (born to run, darkness on the edge of town, & born in the usa - HIGHLY recommend each of them) but heres my favorite songs of his (in no particular order)

• darkness on the edge of town

- fucking BANGER if youre wanting to hear about cycles and generational curses and solitude and social alienation. just every time i hear it i almost start crying it gets so. RAW. goddamn.

• working on the highway

- SUCH a fucking fun song. i was hanging with a friend nd my music was playing and i distinctly remember him saving THIS song. it is so much fun i dance around my kitchen to it at 2 am holy shit even if you only listen once its an AMAZING once ong

• adam raised a cain

- more about generational curses? yeah this one. guitar goes fucking HARD all the way through and jesus christ the lyrics hit like a bulldozer fr its poetry its art its angst its EVERYTHING

• dancing in the dark

- cant NOT talk about this one. such an energizing fun danceable blue collar rage ballad with SUCH a fun beat. literally you have GOT to check this one out even if you dont get into all of his music cause its honestly amazing

• im on fire

- phew. i sure could go On about this one. it makes me crazy. it makes me CRAZY. it makes everyone crazy. lyrically its extremely horny and musically its sad if not extremely monotonous BUT combine the two its so mucb LARGER than the sum of its parts its full of longing and pining and feelings so high and so hard and so hot you could burst

the fact its so QUIET just adds to it its so. SILENT. all i can summarize it with is that its a song defined by silence. its amazing.

(also if you like that you might wanna check out his live performances from 1985 and 1988. AMAZING stuff)

(also lordes live cover, even. idk her music but this got me into her song 400 lux. overall sets me on genuine fire)

• born to run

- total springsteen staple. SO wild and free and lyrically FEELS like some nameless liberation like a river flowing through your chest and blasting down an empty highway and laughing till it hurts. fucking amazing song

so yea lmk if you listen to any of these and if you liked em! im fucking HONORED youd come to me for recommendations honestly bless u :DDD

#vrisbian #mutuals #:DDD #answered

[bitterbloodrose]

THREE CHEERS FOR SWEET REVENGE

(concept album, it’s about these lovers called the “demolition lovers” and the girl died and the guy kind of makes a deal with the devil and the devils tells him to bring him the corpses of a thousand evil men”)

Helena: it’s about Gerard and Mikey’s grandma who died and Gerard basically says that its this “angry letter to himself” cos he didn’t do enough for her. My favorite part is the bridge into the final chorus and you should also watch the MV its actually Art.

I’m Not Okay (I promise): its very angry and loud cos the narrator is basically saying yeah I know you got problems but fOr FUCKS SAKE I HAVE PROBLEMS TOO YOURE NOT SPECIAL. My favorite bit is the bridge again. Especially the trust me. Watch the MV its designed like a movie trailer.

Cemetery Drive: this is my favorite song on the album and probably one of my favorites of all time cos the LYRICS DUDE “singing songs that make you slit your wrists” and it’s Literally about how the band had to go on this really long road trip I hate this stupid band

Ghost of you: not the BEST song but the MV IS ACTUALLY ART LIKE ITS ACTUAL ART. its just a sad song

Thank You for the Venom: fuck me this is another one of my favorites. This is straight rock right in the veins. The adrenaline will KILL YOU. Apparently this was a diss at the bands critics. The fucking guitar solo makes me ASCEND. Also tHE LYRICS AGAIN.

You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison: hehehheehhehehe gay sex song. It’s literally about gay sex.

THE BLACK PARADE.

Okay fuck this is genuinely genuinely one of the greatest albums of all time. And I would say this even if I wasn’t such a slut for them. Literally everything is perfect and once again its a concept album. They wrote this in the paramour mansion too lol. I’m not joking this is an ACTUAL masterpiece musically and lyrically cos it deFINED genres. Its about this “patient” who dies and joins the black parade and his story of how he died and everything. You have to listen in chronological order.

The End: basically the dudes dead. He did fuck all with his life and he’s dead. He gives No fucks about peoples opinions. The FUCKING LYRICS IN THIS DUDE. “If you look in the mirror and don’t like what you see you can find out firsthand what its like to be me” “when I grow up I want to be nothing at all”

Dead!: the transition to this makes me actually ascend. Basically about how the dude wasn’t important in his life and did absolutely nothing. I love it cos it takes this perspective instead of the one thats like “oh you’ll always matter”

This is How I Disappear: bloody hell THIS SONG DUDE THE LITTLE DETAILS. Basically about reaching out to a loved one. The BRIDGE IN THIS HOLY FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.

The Sharpest Lives: probably one of my favorites on the album. Its basically about living the wild life. The fucking lyrics again. “A light to burn all the empires, so bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be” “the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead” “so you can leave like the sane abandoned me” FUCK THE GUITAR TOO.

Welcome to the Black Parade: idk how to explain this but say its an anthem. Its the Bohemian Rhapsody for the emos. Brian May himself agrees cos he played this live with them. This fucking song has so many layers fuck. Its about the dude dying but the LYRICS AGAIN. My favorite part is the post chorus and that has my favorite lyrics in it.

I Don’t Love You: its a ballad, and a weird one cos its basically saying you’re a bitch and I hate you. Its a very salty angry song and I love it cos its Not the normal thing to do. The bit where he goes “would you have the GUTS to say” is SO SO SO SO SO ANGRY like you can TELL he HATES her

House of Wolves: another one of my favorites. Another adrenaline buster. Its about the dudes arrival in hell and hes thinking about how he sinned and everything. The LYRICS and the FUCKING GUITARTRRRR makes me wanna BUST A NUT. Basically the band said hell looks like a fiery jazz club with demons and sinners lol.

Cancer: the Sad Song. The one that makes me wanna sob. Its about how the dudes dying and he’s saying goodbye to everyone. The LYRICS AGAINNNN.

Mama: good lord this song. Fuck. Its a masterpiece. I have No Words ar ALL. Its told in the perspective of a soldier who’s gonna die. And fuckkkk dude the lyricsssss and the GUITARTRRRRREDNEJSJJSSJJS FUCK THIS SONG IS SO GOOD god I wish I could hear this again for the first time

Sleep: this album just does Not Miss. its basically about how the dudes resigned to the fact that he is a bad person and nothing he does will ever change that. The words at the beginning are a recording of gerard way from the paramour mansion when he got sleep paralysis and night terrors. Its such a sad sad sad song cos he’s ACCEPTED his fate and at the end you can hear him scream “wake up” but you can BARELY hear it but its THERE and the dude is trying to wake up but he CANT-

Teenagers: this is just so MESSY and BEAUTIFUL it’s literally about how gerard saw a bunch of teenagers and thought they were scary lol. Again the LYRICS AND THE GUITAR SOLOOOOO

Famous Last Words: ah yes. The song that very literally saved my fucking life lol. The lyrics are so fucking powerful fuckkkkkk. Also YET ANOTHER GUITAR SOLO.

DANGER DAYS: THE TRUE LIVES OF THE FABULOUS KILLJOYS.

yet another concept album are we surprised. This ones hard to explain but basically its about this comic gerard wrote set in 2019 (this was released in 2011) and the worlds gone to shit an apocalypse happened and the world being ruled by this tyrannical corporation (sound familiar?) the Killjoys are a gang of rebels who go round being anarchists and rebels basically. Its very topical I think.

Na na na na na: makes me want to burn down the government. And commit arson and kill the rich. The lyrics are literally about that. A whole BANGER

Planetary Go: its a party song about life being too short basically

Destroya: hehehhehehe sex song again. DONT play this out loud. But fr this is another rebellion ANTHEM. Its all about fighting. And its amazing.

Kids from yesterday: makes me wanna cry. It’s about how far the boys have come. Again lyrics “ you only hear the music when you’re heart begins to break”

Vampire Money: this is the funniest fucking song in the world. So basically Stephenie Meyer wrote Twilight with Gerard as Edward cos she was a massive fan. And she asked him to play edward too but he refused and finally she begged them to do the soundtrack but they refused again and instead put out a diss track for twilight lmfaooo i fucking love them.

Desolation Row: its a cover but its better than the og and the music video is my sexuality.

Light Behind Your Eyes: saddest fucking song oh my god it was written to a fan who was dying

[allthefilmsiveseenforfree]

Xanadu

Another day, another 80s musical reviewed for Wes. This time it’s Xanadu, and I confess I am excited. I know less than nothing about this film, only that it’s 1) bad and 2) beloved by the gays. Sign me up, y’all. So did this inspire me to strap on some roller skates and Farrah Fawcett my hair to the beat of some groovin’ tunes? Well...

Not...exactly. It’s an entry in the list of films that I’m glad I’ve seen for their historical impact but probably never need to see again. Like Birth of a Nation but with less virulent racism. The basic plot is this: Sonny (Michael Beck) is an artist painting album covers when he meets a girl one day named Kira (Olivia Newton-John) who turns his world upside down. He also befriends, and eventually goes into business with, a man named Danny McGuire (Gene Kelly) and together they start a club called Xanadu. 

Some thoughts:

There’s an old man with a scarf sitting on a rocky beach playing his clarinet as the sun rises in the sky. What a way to greet the day. Holy shit that old man is Gene Kelly!! How did I not know he was in this? How is Xanadu’s legacy not “Yeah it’s this trippy rollerskating musical that GENE FREAKING KELLY was in”? So I guess the old clarinet man is actually important to the story, because I thought he was just like, a muse alerting us to the tale we were about to watch unfold. 

Ohhh Kenny Ortega is the choreographer, interesting. I’m so ready to see his early artistic vision and how it developed into the level of genius it was at for High School Musical. 

Ok, the first number is this kind of electric neon ballet set to ELO singing “I’m Alive” and it mostly consists of incredibly beautiful women with Farrah hair dancing and twirling in fantastic skirts while Olivia Newton-John is going :O the whole time. It’s no chandelier dropping from the ceiling, but it’s not a bad way to start a musical. 

Hm, well now the women are turning into lasers and running, kind of like The Flash. Maybe I spoke too soon.

These transitions between scenes are absolutely godawful Powerpoint transitions and I’m obsessed with them. It’s like eating a couple buffalo wings in between your entree and dessert. By itself, not bad, but why would you use that as a way to get from one experience to another?

I am really enjoying this kind of ghost number between Gene Kelly and Olivia Newton-John as he’s remembering his heyday. It’s sweet, and it’s not hard to see that Kelly is drawing on his own experiences and memories of his career in the 40s as he’s imagining this dance with his long lost love.

I don’t think anything is less romantic than roller skating in front of an industrial wind tunnel fan, however, so this part with ONJ and Michael Beck (who plays our main character, Sonny) is a big ol snoozefest. You’ll notice I have not mentioned Sonny yet and there’s a reason for that. He’s the movie’s equivalent of a black hole. I’m so uninterested when he’s on screen. He’s beige shag carpeting. He’s a baloney and mayo sandwich. He’s motel art. Every moment he’s onscreen and ONJ or Gene Kelly aren’t is a moment wasted.  

Every scene feels like a new vignette that is only loosely connected to the previous scenes. This showdown between the old jazz big band number and the 80s rock number feels like two extended music videos, one after the other or a dreadful mashup from Glee (and I don’t mean barely passable Glee, I mean the later seasons). 

Dammmmn have you ever had such a good kiss with someone that you turned animated? Me neither. I’m gonna work on that with Wife.

Oh and the animation sequence was produced by Don Bluth. Of course it fucking was. 

Sonny. My man. How can you love Kira when you don’t know anything about her at all? Have you guys even had one conversation? Or is it all rollerskating lasers and wind tunnel fans. I know you can’t hear a word she says over the sound of that fan, my dude.. 

Ah, so she’s one of the nine muses! This scene where she’s trying to convince Sonny is pretty funny actually. ONJ is hands down the most magnetic and interesting part of this movie.

Wait so...Sonny’s big plan is to run at a wall that’s got a painting on it, and he just assumes he can enter that painting like it’s a portal to another dimension? You’re just gonna Wile E. Coyote this motherfucker and hope for the best? This is probably the only interesting thing I can say about Sonny is that he’s dumb as a bag of hammers. 

Ugghhh this song about staying suspended in time is the “Cheer Up Charlie” of this movie, meaning it goes on way too long, grinds the action to a halt, and makes me irrationally furious just thinking about it.

But then here is Gene Kelly, roller skating through a parade of mimes juggling bowling pins, and it makes everything worth the price of admission again. 

“Xanadu” is the most confusing musical number I’ve ever seen. At one point everyone is tigers, then they’re cowboys. There’s a woman spinning in some kind of acrobatic harness by the back of her neck so she’s just spinning in tight circles. I think someone might have been on fire. I’m thinking John Mulaney watched this many times as inspiration for Stefon-endorsed clubs on SNL. 

Did I Cry? Not even close. 

This is a WEIRD one, which I knew going in, but you just don’t really know how weird until it’s happening to you. And this is definitely a movie that happens to you. Performances? Eh, ONJ and Gene Kelly are mainly skating by on pure charisma. But all the rollerskates and lasers in the world won’t make this script make a lick of sense. See it for the novelty, but it’s the movie equivalent of a Twinkie - confusing and not exactly filling, but enjoyable just the same. 

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[chasedbywalt-whitman]

FIC IDEA?

OKAY SO... the poets are freshmen at nyu! they don’t know each other! here’s basic character outlines for them:

-neil: alt theater weed boy. wears cool eyeliner and doc martens, writes poetry while stoned, only watches eighties movies, owns a portable record player and every single smiths album on vinyl (as well as vinyls of his favorite shows), paints his nails, sings while he does his homework, majoring in psych with a minor in drama. his parents are divorced because his dad left after he came out as gay, his mom is supportive but super depressed so he’s trying to find a job to help her support herself while paying for college. trying to find acting gigs. is semi-famous on tiktok. roommates with todd!!!

-todd: SOFT NERD BOY! loves poetry, basically canon todd except a much closer relationship with his family (his dad died and since then his mom realized her errors in always comparing todd to jeffrey so she’s trying really hard to repair their relationship). has super awful anxiety and also panic disorder, loves plants!!! wears glasses bc poor boy cannot see. favorite author is walt whitman and he carries an annotated copy of leaves of grass wherever he goes (a graduation gift from jeffrey!!). is coming to terms with his sexuality (he gay!) but struggles a bit with his gender identity (he they!), a struggle that will be depicted throughout the story. IS FUCKING TERRIFIED OF NEIL HOLY SHIT OWJFJDJG. majoring in classics, minor in latin.

-CHARLIEEEEE: certified thembo. uses he/they. carries saxophone EVERYWHERE. does theater with neil. paints only their middle fingernails, always bright pink. is super smart but hates acting like it. cries at romcoms. has an unhealthy obsession with kurt cobain and has a shitty stick and poke of the nirvana logo on his ankle, which he gave to himself while stoned. has definitely tried lsd. also probably acid. is acid the same as lsd? op has no idea. listens to the beatles and has posters of them in their dorm room. wears skirts!!! wants to marry harry styles but doesnt listen to any of his music. nihilistic to the point of hedonism. has dabbled in pretty much every religion, but currently identifies as agnostic or spiritual. they like doing witchy shit with neil. majoring in philosophy with a minor in music theory.

-cameron: anxious bean man. imagine if his character development had actually happened, this is his first year of not having a stick up his ass. is prescribed xanax but is terrified of taking it because he’s scared of overdosing. his parents are incredibly shitty but his brother is also a sweetheart and pays for a therapist!! is gayce and knows it but scared to come out, his parents are basically neil’s but his brother protects him. is friends with todd bc they have some classes together and they’re both anxious lil boys. loves classical music!!! he also loves painting and sometimes takes commissions if he needs money (which he often does bc his parents refuse to pay for his education unless he goes to an ivy league and as generous and rich as his brother is its not enough to support his own family while also paying for cam’s education and therapy). loves writing letters and writes to his brother all the time. watches period films (he loves portrait of a lady on fire). majoring in law with a minor in english lit.

-pittsieeee: one of two functional men in this fic. owns a car! majoring in engineering with a minor in art history. is very gay for meeks. is also very gay for paul mccartney. loves photography!!! he and meeks have their own place off campus (bc gay and functional) and they have a puppy named scott. is an amazing cook??? somehow?? loves his parents and his parents love him. is fluent in german somehow. cries a lot when he gets frustrated bc he has add and sometimes everything is too much.

-meeks!: literally the sweetest smartest lil boy. double major in environmental engineering and psych. minor in english lit bc he can. reads to pittsie on days he cant focus. very shy but also sarcastic af. is responsible for the naming of scott. has a billion houseplants that pittsie sometimes has to water for him bc he forgets. also has add but his main struggle is hyperfocusing. pittsie has to remind him to eat. is conversationally fluent in german bc of pitts. acts like he hates the beatles but secretly loves it when pitts sings their songs while he’s cooking or playing with scott. gayce bby!

-knox: sad lonely bisexual man. major in law minor in philosophy. is best friends with the other functional couple in this fic, chris and ginny, who try to set him up with various people they know. it never works, the poor man. unironically cries at hallmark movies. goes to random places in the hopes of meeting his soulmate. cries so much he’s constantly dehydrated. he paints! and writes! and tries to learn the piano but doesn’t really like it, so he gives up. this boy is so precious and caring he would do anything for anyone. is forgetful af, constantly late to shit. chris and ginny joke that they’re his gay moms.

basically storyline is that neil and todd room blind and end up with each other. neil scares the living shit out of todd but intrigues him at the same time, and neil starts trying to win him over (but he’s an idiot and does all the wrong shit) and todd is just.. oblivious boy. cue slow burn af. meeks meets todd in english lit, and they become friends bc todd helps him pick up his shit after he drops it. from then on, he and pitts are like todd’s gay dads/wingmen, and they try to help him get neil. which would work, if neil’s wingman was anyone other than charles dalton themselves. charlie basically stirs chaos everywhere, confusing the heck out of todd (and neil). meanwhile, chris and ginny and knox all have a philosophy 101 class with charlie, and ginny somehow becomes friends with them, and she and chris begin their diabolical plans to get knox laid. charlie of course thinks knox is adorable and plays hard to get on purpose, but knox thinks they genuinely arent into him. slow burn part 2. todd and cameron meet in english lit classes idk and become friends over their shared love of whitman and also anxiety issues. cameron helps todd through a panic attack between classes and they’re best friends from then on. basically they all become friends and it’s a whole gay love story featuring lots of weed and old music. 

#headcanon hours with spence

[anestheticrage]

Be me: Japanese honor student🎓, 15, with half a brain and even less of a plan. Hunting bitches by day and witches by night. Livin that dank only child✌️ life while mom n dad yeet all over the globe, leavin me plenty of time to forget not to make 2 lunches for myself #quirky 😜

no time for socialization or basic electronics skills ???📱??? when your best friends are an alien demon rabbit🐰👽 and the inexplicable Hole ™ in your brain. lmao, btw did i mention im ✨M✨A✨G✨I✨C✨A✨L✨

dreamin bout my 2D waifus again when familiar pink haired cancer patient dances through my brain passin out fliers: Kamihama Meguca Dating Service: Sponsored by Cult of the Magius. 250 stones per session 🤔

seems legit, Mr. Moneybags. wasn't spending my unwieldy sack of gemstones on anything else anyway. lets pull 💎💎💎

first up we have Redhead Radagast and her plethora of plants. 🌿☺️🦎

anndd, nearly dies immediately. 

well not off to a great start but i guess shes pretty cute at lea- oh FUCK its her girlfriend, Tsundere Poseidon😒🔱💦, and their exasperated, straight and single Sword Mom 😔🗡️🔥. fml gonna have to save up for the next pull. might as well play a few rounds with what i got tho. 

get in some good girl talk about things like school, color coded hair styles, body count, permanent soul damage, and our personal demon pacts. ya know, the usual 😚 . realize my dark backstory seems to be missing, so the girls take me to Ketchup Queen Sappho 🍅🥧 (wtf?) to molest my glowy egg stone. whatevs, more action than ive had since Kuroe 🖤 got added to the story anyway

the gang agrees it's time to hunt down the cutest rabbit pimp 🕶️🐇💵 in the city. >> say 🎵mukyuuu🎵 one more time and ill hug you so hard my backstory will pop right out, you adorable fluffy bastard. plz be my new best friend 💕

Form brand new friendship pact with Kyubae, and remember that my lil Sis 🐥 was always the best wingman for pickin up magic chicks, and kept her side of the room so spotless i forgot she existed. whoops 乁༼☯‿☯✿༽ㄏ Maybe if I find her i can stop paying these exorbitant pull fees.📵💎

speaking of which: hot damn this week's featured bachelorette is a 19 year old model and magical detective🔎 with massive levels of PTSD and self loathing 🥵💙💦 more likely to stab you or dramatically jump off a rooftoop than utter a single positive comment. wow, maybe i really COULD find true love…

... if i had MORE THAN A 1% FUCKING DRAW CHANCE. 😡 smh

hard to make much progress finding sis or winning the broken heart of a hard boiled detective amidst the never ending lover's quarrel of the Trident Vine Lesbians. 💔 Sword Mom tells them if they don't behave a monster will take them away. LOL classic mom 🤣

>>>HOLY FUCK IT DID

declare all-out war on urban legends, starting with staircases ⚔️ to reunite the dysfunctional trio, and hope that I net a way better lineup with the next 10x pull. at least sad sleuth lady came to help out. they say combat is the best way to bond wi-   and there she goes off the rooftop again 🙄 fml

alright that got way off track, we need a fresh start, away from all the loli drama. how bout a little B&E🔓🔨🤷🏻‍♀️ at the local house of worship to clear my head. ahh nothing like the unanswered prayers of the masses to get you in the mood for another wasted pull, and the 🔥 MIGHTIEST 🔥 headache you could ask for with a side of Double Cooked Pork 🐖🍜 (meh 5/10🧾)

venture forth into the spiritual unknown with your new human flamethrower🔥🌻🧡 and ask your favorite private eye to please, for the love of Eve, trade Meguca accounts with me~~~ Head through the eastern spirit portal to meet up with hologram propaganda sis and detective crush's evil ex, who joined a dating-app cult (#fuck) and also turned into the moon?🌕?(that's rough buddy)

get ambushed by Acid Horse on Wheels 🌈🐴 and vomit up my soul so hard that its time for a crossover episode. T U R F F F   W A R R R *que operatic harmonies* 💛 Blondie with the hair drills and enough attitude and guns to fill up a noble phantasm tries to ban my account permanently, but PI heartthrob denies her admin privileges. aww babe i didn't know you cared. 😭♥️

get kidnapped by my new true love and go back to her place 😏  defs enough empty rooms to house five emotionally traumatized girls and at least two ghosts hehehe👻 XD 💚🃏💜🎸 decide to form the anti-gossip brigade and recruit my blazing sunflower after getting ambushed by the witch living in my fruit loops🥣

❌outvoted 2:1 that cults are bad. mf. fiinneee one last pull to round out the team and then I'll delete the app. cmonnn Karin 🎃~

OH HELL YEAH TWO FOR ONE.

Always wanted a daughter 💜🔨🐄 with a penchant for pissing off the local Martial Arts & Books Club and drinking suspicious liquids offered by total strangers. Well if it's good enough for her AND the sexy mayadere with enough game to seduce a mermaid, might as well get in on that myself. 

#curseddrank 🤢 0/24 would not recommend to a friend, 'cept maybe Ria

win alot of cash 🤑, blow up a fountain, meet the pied piper²🎶🖕, moon cult, monochrome feathers, something about liberation✊🏻; adopt temper tantrum cow girl. aces 💜🥩

Next up!!! skydiving with DJ Hammer! Jump to apparently-not-certain death after suicidal A.I. 💚💾🗼 tells you to rescue her hostage before they run out of Radiohead albums and have to move on to Thom Yorke's solo discography. save the invisible shield kitten 💚👑😿 from happiness and get chased through the internet by the sexiest homicidal Paint Pallette 💚🎨😈 since Caravaggio. (apparently green is the color of the digital apocalypse. i’m deleting Kako from my friend's list)

that’s it, fuck this app. 250 stones 💎 per-life-threatening-experience is more than i’m willing to deal with 😓 don’t wanna mess with the perfect nuclear family anyway. we've already got: 

✔️the two emotionally traumatized moms with memory and commitment issues

✔️the adhd daughter with anger management problems and a giant hammer

✔️the psychologically abused scizophrenic cat

✔️and the eccentric aunt with crippling anxiety

#squadgoals

now that were done hoarding bitches, its time to hunt the witches. and the bitches makin the witches. btw did i mention the witches ARE the bitches! AND WERE ALL GOING TO DIE!? 📽️⁉️💀 wait fuck lets back up a second

This is Nemo📕 and Token🧪 and they have all the answers but prefer if you only ask vague questions in exchange for vague responses so they can fill in the rest by discussing their superior intellect 🧠 at length. not to mention they built that dating app, so of course everyone in my harem decides to be a FUCKING. TRAITOR.🤬

cept waifu prime ofc 🥰💙. [PTSD > brainwashing] 'yOu CaN bE tHe LeAdEr NoW'. i have been from the very beginning you traumatized Hinedere nightmare. maybe if you weren't so caught up collecting surrogate daughters you would've noticed IM👏THE👏ONLY👏 ONE👏PROGRESSING👏THE FUCKING👏PLOT✨

rescue the rest of dysfunctional found-family™ from selves before my adorable firebender burns down Disnihama🎡🔥😱 during her weekly anxiety attack. (love the makeover T B H) 

CHAPTER 8: Magical Girl Massacre🩸🗡️

   - everyone has like, the shittiest day ever

   - the new Pope really needs to be extradited from the church

   - make friends with a really pretty tree 🌺🌲✨

i swear, if i don't finish this god damn story in time to get that free pull im gonna beat the shit out of every mirror i find in that giant mansion that i haven't even had any time to even mention yet. 🖕🏚️ let alone EVERYTHING happening with the prequel [fuck you, I'm the star] girls 💗💜💙💛❤️️ and their multidimensional melodrama. We don't need that many repetitive af episodes to emphasize that Homo-ra is a shitty person. we've all seen Rebellion. 🙄

NO, I DONT CARE IF YOU WANT SAPPHO'S BACKSTORY, I ONLY HAVE 79 STONES LEFT AND IF YACHAN FINDS OUT I HAVEN'T DELETED THE APP YET IM GONNA HAVE TO GO SLEEP IN WITH SANA 😭💎💸😠

uhhhggggg where were we… Topple a cult and burn down Hotel Denoument only to realize that Sis was fused with the dating app servers this entire madokafuckin time (told ya she was the best wingman 😊). 

Dilemma: Sis =🥚, Triumvirate of Trouble want 🐣. What do? vote now:

Help Hatch - IIIIIII

Not Do That - IIIII

What The Actual Fuck Is Going On - IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Lets just fight everyone until something good happens.

🔥🔫🔥🗡️🔥😱🔥🌆🔥😱🔥🛡️🔥💣🔥

Kill (???) the artist-in-chief of the italian reindeer murder police after teaching her the true meaning of Christmas 🎄 hatch 🐣lil Sis and realize she WAS your wingman all along🐰 MUKYUUUU! we're just gonna ignore how much trouble it would have saved if you'd just mentioned that. "yOu DiDnT aSk..." 

FUCK YOU SPACE BITCH. ONCE AN INCUBATOR ALWAYS AN INCUBATOR 🖕🐇🔪

anywho, somewhere along the lines we of course summoned the Antichrist ⚙️ because why not raise the stakes to max and still not kill off a single character. Madofuckinkami, can we PLEASE wrap this up. 😩💤

feathers (not the culty kind, tfm) rain from the sky, and the power of friendship and not having the Urobutcher 🔪🩸as a lead writer saves our peacefully sectioned off alternate reality 😇

TL:DR fuck cults, real life waifus DO exist, don't sell your soul to space rabbits, or your stones to megacorporations. Enjoy arc 2 on the JP server with your shitty translation patch you filthy fuckin weebs 

Yours Truly, 

- Thirsty Weeb Eroha 💗💎😘 

#magia record #magireco #pmmm #iroha tamaki #magical girls #puella magi madoka magica #magia record anime #gen urobuchi #waifus #weebs #thirsty weeb iroha #shitpost #yachiyo nanami #mitama yakumo #kaede akino #rena minami #momoko togame #sana futaba #tsuruno yui #aniplex #magia record na #i love this game so much #and im devastated that the servers are closing #yes this is how i deal with emotions #gatcha #fuck aniplex #i hope this brings a few laughs to some of you #Tsuruno is best girl #<3

[electric-marrow]

mouth dreams review but it was typed live while i was listening to it and completely unedited

under the cut because it’s 1800+ words. also, swearing. actual review to come soon!!

mouth dreams' first track is ephemeral and beautiful, spine-chilling and moving. it rocks you into this world in a beautiful passageway, like the entrance to sakaar, and the moment it peaks over into the twilight opening you are almost on the verge of tears.

and then we will rock you kicks in.

/and then the spongebob squarepants opening theme kicks in/.

and then the two motherfucking /sync/.

a beautiful piece of childhood, worked over another. beautiful guitar overlaid with beautiful chanting almost powerful.

the next song uses extensive sentence mixing, but is cut so smoothly that we are convinced Cash is offering up an absurd, painstakingly honest tale. "it's probably a good train." fuck, fuck, yes, it probably is. "my mama was my train." fuck, she was...

the instrumentals are soul-rising, and the "baby, baby, baby" undercurrent is eargasmic. everything about it feels like you're listening to your dying mentor's backstory.

it moves you, and you keep moving. this whole album keeps you in constant motion, as if you yourself have some falling to do.

and then he says "i shit my pants". and you realise, this is it, this is NEIL'S ALBUM, oh, how foolish you were for forgetting.

HELL YES IT'S FUCKING PSYCHO KILLER. let me pause the review of that song, fuck yes.

a heavily sentence-mixed "pyscho killer" focusing on david byrne's bed, overlaid atop the iconic instrumentals of super freak.

this makes the talking heads classic seem like an upbeat song you might hear on the radio. it's much less somber, more passionate.

neil's humor pokes through visibly, shining like a beacon of light that brings a smile to your tear-stained face.

there's no room to breathe on this album; the songs come running together in the most gorgeous of ways. holy shit, am i only twelve minutes in? i think i might sob.

this one is unfamiliar at first—i only saw the partridge family once or twice as a kid. the remixing is smooth, so that it sounds natural.

so natural that when it starts to sound unnatural, it's a terrifying work of art that made me shake. a plea with you to be happy, almost a demand, like they're outside your windows.

the music starts to dance from ear to ear, and it's almost masterful in the horror it invokes.

and then there's scatting. or, what sounds like it.

and then you realise it's the chili's babyback ribs ad. it's soulful, placed atop everybody wants to rule the world in smooth ease.

that's when marilyn manson starts shrieking. the roughness, the rasp, smacking against that smooth drawl. it's a beautiful juxtaposition.

oh, and then the lion sleeps tonight is there. somehow, it fits. you start to revel in neil's genius. no one will ever be able to achieve this again, not in the same way. this is the beacon that you needed in these dark times.

you wonder if you'll cry the next time you hear this.

it's a pretty effective ad, actually. if marilyn manson advertised everything, i might buy it.

the next song makes you jump to attention. the track teased in the trailer, with its jumping guitar and its congested vocals. this sounds almost natural, like an authentic goth song.

of course, he has to say "mouth". aerosmith and green day and, most importantly, neil cicierega, combining to create a mouthy ballad that echoes through you.

—oh, goddamnit, green day. september 30th. neil woke up when september ended. fuck. dammit. is that insensitive? maybe. shit.

i'm not well-versed with music, so these songs were both pretty alien. however, their mixing is masterful, and the removal of the singer's objections to his situations form a sweet little ballad.

my own worst enemy. this one is  familiar, and it makes heads turn as you realise what music is slowly remixed.

a rocking tribute to sleeping with your clothes on. short, sweet, rockin' and rollin' as hard as it can.

the segue is beautiful, like it's natural.

the lyrics make your chest heave, and the sound itself is heavily distorted to a dreamy state, as if you are as drunk as the singer sounds. anything can be amore, you realise.

the distortion is noticeable without ruining the track, and neil has gotten significantly better.

it ends a little more nightmarishly, and makes you feel very real. very in your skin. fuck yeah, neil.

the following "stop" is even more jarring, and it's almost welcome.

and then, stacy's mom. i think the instrumentals are where is my mind, i don't know. but it /works/, and it fits together, with stacy's mom slowed down considerably but not so that it ruins the track. the pitch is shifted properly so that it becomes an angry slow ballad about stacy's mom. rife with heartbreak.

and then it stops, breaks off into a cry for "mom" that might awaken buried maternal issues in the listener. maybe just me, though.

here comes fred durst. it gets the "wow wow" treatment, and its nookie theme becomes sweet, bouncing around with innocent sentimentality. i thought i heard seinfeld around there somewhere.

this is a good point in the album to close your eyes and really hear the album, to feel what ou are truly experiencing. it can move by too fast if you're not paying attention. listen to that iconic sledgehammer guitar. listen to—mario?

fuck. fuck. fuck.

fucking christ. not the fucking ewok celebration.

almost nonsensical lyrics play over the nookie instrumental (reversing the last track's roles), and the combination is natural and rowdy. you slowly realise what those ewoks reflected in neil's glasses /mean/, and it horrifies you just a little.

god, that's good. fuck you, neil.

jingles? is that—jingles?

a moment of confusion. and then, THX.

the iconic, crawling note, invading your ears and then slowly fading out. "she drives me crazy" is playing, and the THX sound is its backing track.

only neil.

it gets better as it goes on, from a joking track to a genuinely orchestral sensation. it's good music. it's beautiful. it feels like an action movie soundtrack, as the hero discovers a massive secret.

maybe you are dreaming.

the next sound sample is jarring. the announcement. the outsiders cast. and then more, and then more. it feels like a list of gods left in a dying world. johnny.

and then there is johnny cash.

and then it isn't.

what neil plays is heartbreaking. it feels like your world is crashing down around you. it's a betrayal that could bring anyone to their knees. the booing played behind it is appropriate.

but he builds that world right back up, with soft, strumming guitar. it's forgiveness and vitriol all rolled into one.

actually, you can forgive him for the next track. yes. fireflies. let's fucking go. closer overlaid with fireflies. yes. hell yes.

it's like a gift, a peace offering.

the nostalgic, upbeat lyrics, feel deeper atop the warbling, warped backing track. it's like owl city's song about dreaming feels like it could be a teenage angst anthem.

it's art.

the plucked guitar fades out, and the lyrics start to distort. everything fades away...

nevermind, time for billy joel.

the shrieking, screaming, rasping lyrics of nightmare are mixed atop the bouncing piano music, so the song lays halfway between an upbeat piece of joy, and a warning.

it ain't over yet.

xylophone. why is there xylophone?

the iconic "powerhouse" track serves as our instrumentals, the classic sound one from our childhood as the droning sound of jack white forms a buzzing piece of heartbreak. only neil, right?

only neil.

the "War" sample is iconic, and it makes you jump.

the "Wannabe" sample will make you writhe.

iconic, jamming guitar, and also wario. the spice girls, and also wario. yes. yes. this is it.

the following laughter brings back your childhood. elfman's work on the peewee soundtrack, peripatetic in nature, running up and down your ears as gorillaz croons a bittersweet sound. it becomes almost triumphant against the instrumental, re-energized like the monster in frankenstein's lab.

peewee is laughing. maybe we should laugh too.

the next one up is soft, plucked note by note, until alanis morisette goes completely off the deep end. the spoons, alanis.

holy shit, is that knight rider?

this mashup is classic, expertly remixed without a single hitch. it's neil at his finest, neil at his neiliest, alanis' quiet "Don't you think?" almost smug.

the sound of rain, followed by the crooning iconic "raiiiiin" is enough to make you break down. this is a blessing from an unknowable god.

two backstreet boys lines run up against each other, forming a surrounding sound that envelopes you in shaking guitar until the distorted sound in the back becomes noticeable.

there it is. there's the song you were waiting for.

your savior has arrived, and it is in a horrible form. it rises from the tomb in an unholy abomination. you fall to your knees.

"wake up."

i can't. i'm trapped here. i can feel every single one of my vertebra. i'm crying.

and then beethoven and britney make a duet.

"hit me baby one more time" runs along iconic dashing violin.

you start to hear it, and then it's there even more.

the hall of the mountain king, slowly building, the suspense enough to bring you to the edge of your seat. weezer's lyrics are pronounced like an oracle's prophecy, sardonic and yet grim, delivered with its iconic "say it ain't so" almost ironic.

then the crescendo hits, and the singing feels like it's declaring your fate. it rocks you, and never lets you still.

...and then there is the dial-up. you're staring at neil's face, and you realise the title itself has a secret. the starred letters spelled out "nice modem."

the screeching dial-up sound, and then nothing. you're sitting in the silence, with this quiet revelation.

he's carried you through the greatest adventure of your life, and then left you in the nothingness, tearing away a world that could only be imagined in the dreams of a 90s kid raised on the internet.

it's heartbreaking, but it mends every single tear of that vital organ. it's alright. neil's got you. this is his gift, this is his message.

he shares this dream with us, because it's the only piece of hope we can hold onto. someone else's dream, forged on childhood memories and ambition, woven together with years of experience until it culminates into an hour-long album of cultural mashup and musical blasphemy.

it brings tears to my eyes, and then wipes them off. it wants you to feel, it wants you to bleed, and then it wants you to heal. rejoice, says mouth dreams. rejoice. rejoice in what the world has given you.

you're going to be alright.

definitely, like, a solid 9/10. pretty good album. i think my favorite track was either brithoven or superkiller, tell me what yours was in the replies!

i can see new colors.

#neil cicierega #frankie muses #mouth dreams #it was...an experience.

[sinnamonfox]

~ Sean x Finn - A band AU~

There’s this somewhat lengthy AU I wrote in the beginning of May but wasn’t ready to post it. It’s more detailed NSFW than the rest of the snippets I’ve posted here and I guess I felt self-conscious about it, but.. it’s stupid? Soo fuck insecurities, here comes a dose of a smutty AU with the boys. Enjoy <3 

NSFW warning: blowjob, riding & use of recreational drugs

The Humboldt Crew has become a relatively famous alternative band among teens in Seattle's area in the last 6 years. The members are all teenage runaways, highschool drop-outs who met and connected through their same goal in life; making music (and getting high also helped in bonding). They play punk music with a hint of some softer vibes here and there. Cassidy's the lead singer, with the occasional acoustic guitar, Hannah, the eldest of them's behind the drums. Penny plays the bass while Finn, the youngest, shreds the electric guitar. 

Finn's 24, got his dreads in a ponytail with all sorts of beads in it, his left arm is covered in wristbands, has different kinds of metal rings, covering parts of his 'free piza' tattoo which isn't his only ink by any means. He's got the triangles, the vertical line on his chin, the few other lines and nonsense scattered all over his body which he got while being wasted or just because he could. He even has a full-sleeve on his left arm, it's a mix of 'cool, abstract shit' as he’d said it.

Finn's easy going, very sweet and chill with their fans, more often than not hooking up with some of them but he's got a steady fuck buddy thing going on with Hannah if neither of them get a date by the end of the night after a gig. Finn loves to fuck, just like his tattoo suggests, the post-concert adrenaline mixed with the marijuana making those strangers all the more appealing. Deep down he knows he’s missing something. The feel of belonging romantically to someone else and having a meaningful connection is something he wishes he had but doesn’t feel like he deserves it. 

Sean's a band geek, currently a senior in college at the age of 22. He's studying art, already making money out of it due to his luck, talent and having a best friend who majors in marketing. Lyla manages the advertisement, finds clients for him and is basically doing everything important accounting work for her childhood best friend, so naturally they share the income. It's a working deal between the two, helped them find a small but nice little apartment. They get graphic design commissions from small and medium-sized businesses to have their logo made, the style of their website, menus for restaurants and so on.

Sean's love life is dull, to put it bluntly. They go to college parties with Lyla and different concerts in the city so he's sort of trying to have fun, meeting new people along the way. He's bisexual and not a virgin in any sense. Had three girlfriends in the past and a boyfriend but none of them ended too well. Sean feels like he didn't find common ground with any of them, not in a classical romantic sense and not between the sheets either so they weren't long-lasting relationships. Sean was longing to finally find someone like that so Lyla, the Love Witch was on the lookout for him, 'advertising' not only his art but her best friend too whenever she had the chance, even though Sean asked her not to, multiple times.

Sean knows The Humboldt Crew's music, been a fan with Lyla since around the beginning. They get a commission from them to make different designs for their merch and their third album cover. Needless to say, he's excited to be working on that and as a friendly gesture, they even receive V.I.P. tickets to one of their shows. They get to rock out in the front row, singing along to the lyrics they both know so well with a plastic cup of beer in their hands and whoa, that guitarist is kinda hot?

Finn's a star, but one of those who don't even realize how good they are. Finn goes with the flow, he's confident and isn't afraid to be himself on stage, he enjoys the music immensely and it's showing in his behavour. He's jumping around with Penny and Cassidy, sharing grins and joyful looks, even takes off his tank top halfway through the concert to the crowd's amazement. Lyla notices Sean's interest and tells him how she's heard that he was pansexual so he's got a chance but Sean brushes it off, not believing that for a second.

She drags him backstage after the concert to meet the band. They're just as chill as they seem from afar, a very interesting crew with different personalities that somehow still found a way to work together. Sean can tell they're like a family from how they act around each other. The second Finn lays eyes on Sean from across the room, he just knows he needs to get to him so he walks up and introduces himself charmingly, flirting from the get go which instantly has Sean's cheeks go red because holy shit, this guy.

Finn picks up on it, knows he's got a chance and makes it his mission to seduce Sean because he's fucking smitten with the shy artist. Sean stammers, feeling like and idiot, especially since Finn's still half-naked with his sexy tattoos out in the open and are those nipple piercings? Lyla sees Sean's face and doesn’t need more, she scores them an invite to the band's house, where the private afterparty is held.

Of course, they get high. Finn chose to sit next to Sean, pressed to his side and is doing everything to mercilessly tease the younger to the point where he has to excuse himself and go out for some fresh air. It's not even that he's nervous, the weed and buzz from the alcohol has him in a good mood but Finn gets him so ridiculously turned on, like never before and he doesn't know what to do with it. The nonchalant touches on his thigh, his hot breath on his ear telling him he wants to see his skillful artist hands in action sometime, those pet names that make him melt and want to climb in his lap right there. This isn't like him, not at all. Sean never had a one night stand before but he was actually considering it because the guitarist is downright irresistible.

He smokes a cigarette out there in the dimly lit backyard, alone with his thoughts, at least for a while. Finn gets worried, thinking he came on too strong or he misunderstood the signs. Sean's startled out of his train of thought when Finn joins him on the wooden bench outside. He goes to apologize when Sean frowns and stops him. "No, no! Shit dude- I'm totally into it, it's just.." He lets out a frustrated sound, the words not coming to him as he gestures helplessly with his hands as if that'd help his case. "Never done something like this, I just met you and you're hot as hell, feeling me up and- Fuck, maybe I'll just shut up." Finn's easy laughter makes him smile too because somehow, it doesnt feel like he's laughing at him. 

"Damn sweetie, ever been told you're real cute when you get all blushy?" Finn teases which just makes it worse. Tells Sean he doesn't have to do anything he's not 100% sure about and he won't make him either. Finn’s starting to really like Sean. Interacting with him feels so real, no lies and pretending. The artist doesn’t treat him differently just because he’s semi-famous. Meanwhile, Sean's touched by his patience and thanks him for being so cool, also shuffles closer to the tattooed punk because he does want it, tells him so. 

"Then what are you afraid of?" The question breezes out of Finn’s mouth, the corners quirking up from finding Sean adorable.

"Nothing." Sean whispers back before closing the distance between them and it's one of those legendary, movie-like kisses that neither of them had before, with fireworks going off in the background. One that shakes you to the core and leaves you trembling, sucks the breath right out of your lungs. Sparks fly and it turns extremely heated with Sean swinging his leg over Finn's lap, Finn's calloused guitarist fingers travel up his tshirt at the back and pull the artist closer in desperation. Finn’s tongue tests the waters, asking permission into Sean’s mouth and he gains it almost immediately. After a few minutes of making out, they're both so stupidly hard, grinding mindlessly against each other while exchanging the sloppy kisses that fill up the night air with wet smacking sounds and occasional moans from the both of them. Finn's the one to initiate continuing it in his room, ready to back out if needed but as Sean's lustfilled eyes find his, telling him to lead the way, he’s sure about what comes next.

They sneak by the others and up the stairs but they're not even fully on the second level before Finn presses Sean against the wall and their lips collide in burning passion. Sean's making needy sounds and Finn's so drunk on it, pining his wrists to the wall and massaging their tongue’s together, taking charge of the situation. Sean absolutely loves it.

Somehow, the two men find themselves in the messy room with Sean on his back on a beat-up mattress. It's a miracle they managed to get that far. Not even five minutes later they're both fully naked and Finn's sucking off the younger eagerly, his mouth proving to be just as skillful working on his cock as it was spewing out filth, his fingers are opening up the tan male thoroughly. When Sean can't take it any longer, he pulls him up by his dreads and flips them over to Finn's surprise. 

After taking care of protection and applying lube, Sean sinks down on Finn's impressive length with a long, drawn-out moan that's rivaled by Finn's sounds of pleasure and his praises. His strong thighs flex as he begins bouncing. He’s clawing at the flat, pale stomach in ecstasy because this is perfect, Finn’s length is just perfect, hitting his sweet spots without needing to be guided. Sean wants to keep it down but when Finn starts fucking up right into his prostate, he loses all sense of control and let's go of his high-pitched moans. Finn takes the opportunity to take over again and pushes Sean on his back to pummel into him wildly, his dreads bouncing with his movements, both of them sweating. Sean can't think of anything else, he only feels the way Finn's sliding in and out of him, angling his hips with such expertise, it drives him crazy.

When Sean comes, it's with a scream of Finn's name that he paints his stomach, one hand jacking himself off, the fingers on the other digging into Finn's back, holding on for dear life. He clenches around Finn's dick which sends the other over the edge as well, spilling in the condom with a loud grunt and chanting of his partner's name. Sean's heart is thumping in his ears as he feels Finn breathe raggedly into his neck in the aftermath. He also has a lazy smile on his face when the older kisses him again. They're both sort of surprised at what just happened so no wonder they're grinning like idiots. Finn chuckles into the brief, sensual kiss before gently pulling out and taking care of the mess they've made with the help of Sean.

They're exhausted, it was a long night. Finn tells Sean he should stay if he wanted to, the arm he throws over Sean's sweaty torso is nice and despite their messiness, the artist burrows closer, welcoming the hug and agreeing to the plan. They fall asleep that way, wrapped up in each other, strangers who just met a few hours ago yet it’s already had such a huge impact on both of them. The next morning, Sean wakes up earlier and yesterday’s events come back to him, making him blush. He's hugging the musician's naked body from the back which just feels so natural, as if it wasn't the first time it happened and he's known him for longer than just one night. As Sean begins overthinking, it hits him; was this really a casual hook up? Are all of them so damn hard to walk away from? He feels somewhat stupid for having those feelings but.. this man beside him seems so full of love. The way he treated his crew, how he made sure Sean was feeling comfortable with the situation, his eyes going soft whenever Sean stuttered in embarrassment of right when he released.

When those piercing blue eyes take him in after waking up, Finn starts the morning with a groggy, „Good mornin’, beautiful.” Sean’s heart skips a beat and in the next second soft lips are on his again, movements so different to the night prior. More languid and sweet, as if Finn was bittersweetly memorizing the curve of Sean’s lips before he disappears, like he’s just used to people leaving him after they get what they want. Sean kisses back with the same intensity, no rushing in the slightest. They share a lazy smile, Sean’s face is flushed and connects their lips once again, letting Finn know he has no intentions leaving just yet. 

He’ll have time to thank Lyla later.

#Eilla's imagines #sean x finn #lis2 #sean diaz #finn mcnamara #sinn #fean #mcdiaz #band au #alternative universe #guitarist finn #artist sean #lyla park #smut #sinnamonfox

[osamuniichann]

BE Album

ok so uhh i do a thing every bts cb where i scream about the album and put my emotions down here so ignore this HAHA;; anyways finally BE is here and i couldnt be more happy ;A;

Life Goes On. We have miss life goes on, a title track that puts a lot of our feelings into one mv. the pining for the world to go back to the way it was, the disappointment of it all and how despite the world feeling like its stopped, in reality the seasons continue on like nothing. this year has been tough. a lot us have been sad, are going through things, etc. and god, i just wish it were all better. and u can see the boys’ view on it all and how they wish to do what they love most--perform for us and be on the stage. the visuals makes me feel so warm and makes me feel not so lonely;; this song feels like a reassuring hug hhh

Fly To My Room. Jimin’s and Tae’s tone is chef’s kiss idk the way how they sing is so captivating. But can i say that this song is so catchy and u cant help but bounce to the beat yenno?? and sope’s verses are making me ASCEND. It kinda has this reggae bop to it where i just wanna blast this at the beach LOL

Blue & Grey. Now listen i saw on my twt tl that everyone was sobbing to this and i immediately get it. i cried like a baby. the guitar? tae’s starting vocals lord have mercy; i stay bawling my eyes on my bed. “I just wanna be happier.” those words resonates so deep rn, i cant help but react to it that intensely. but honestly my absolute favorite part is the ending with that humming(?) melody at the end. it reminds me of whalien 52 and mono. it just resonates with me man idc idc

Skit. THEIR REACTIONS TO BILLBOARD AH IM SO HAPPY AND PROUD OF THEM. WELL DESERVED BOIS I LOVE YALL SO MUCH <3 the bleeps tho HAHAHA let them say fuck

Telepathy. Can we talk about the transition from sobbing in Blue & Grey to shaking ass in telepathy?? jfc they went off on this; i deadass was dancing in my room while folding clothes. a pick me up that i needed definitely holy fuck. can i dance with an s/o to this orrrrrrr

Dis-ease. THE LAYERS. THIS SHIT AN ONION THERE ARE LAYERS. the verse the flows the switch-ups i wasnt ready! the different types of directions this went oh my godddd. genius. it was just a continuous bop through and through!

Stay. Now this type of genre is never really my go-to but when bts do it, it always sounds good to me. i just know we all would jump like crazy at their concert wit this song. “Yeah I know you always stay” ur absolutely right sir, im in this bangtan sonyeondan shit for life

And we all know miss dynamite. we will light it up once again!

Overall this album was amazing as always. Let’s also recognize the fact that all the members worked hard on its art, music, directing, visuals, etc. and everything--it was completely self-produced. and they did amazing. they nailed it on the head and i couldn’t be more proud. these boys, who know nothing of us personally, will always create music and content that resonate to us as if we knew each other for years. and thats why ill always stan them. ever since hyyh pt 2 till now, ill always be bout this life yall

#bts #trish speaks #be album #IGNORE THIS PLEASE IM JUST LETTING OUT MY EMOTIONS LMAO #im self-indulging ok shhhhhh

[crystal-lillies]

A few positive things from 2020

So we all can agree 2020 was hardly much but chaos and struggle, but there were some good things I don't want to overlook on this last day. Therefore, in no particular order, here are some bright things we had this year.

-We got the finale of Steven Universe Future, the end of the SU saga, and it was full of emotions of all kinds, but ended with our boy getting love and care from all his family and friends and that's all that matters yknow?

-Infinity Train books 2 and 3 holy shit man they both slapped so hard, one at the top of 2020 and the other in the middle. Wild. I really hope we keep getting more but what we've got was spectacular.

-Continuing the line of animation, like, The Owl House? Absolutely superb??? Hello??? Finally some good fucking food??? Lumity watered my crops, cleared my acne, saved my life??? Not to mention Eda and Lilith and Hooty and Willow and Gus oh gosh they're all so great

-ATLA got added to Netflix mid-year, and a whole swarm of new fandom was brought into the mix. with this came a lot of Zukka, and honestly not bad tbh.

-we got Sonic the Hedgehog this year y'all and lemme tell you it was honestly a solid movie which we were all not expecting at all. I went to see it twice and it was the last movie I saw in theaters. Totally worth it.

-Movies kinda got shot in the foot this year, but the ones I got to see in theaters besides Sonic were Dolittle, Knives Out, and Birds of Prey (and the Fantabulous Emancipation of one Harley Quinn), along with a collection of animated short films nominated for Oscars this year. That last one was a pretty rocking experience ngl, and all of the ones in that collection were incredible.

-Speaking of that collection of short films, Hair Love won best animated short film, and even though there were so many incredible ones, Hair Love was so sweet and heartwarming and gorgeously animated, it was a deserving win.

-I think it goes without saying that Animal Crossing New Horizons has been one of the best things to come out this year, period.

-for better or worse, Hamilton proshot was released on Disney Plus in July, and In the Heights was pushed to next summer. Hey, we got to see everything from King George spit and everyone's sweat to every heart wrenching emotion and fun background actors you don't get to appreciate when watching bootlegs or listening to the album (particularly thinking of the Bullet character).

- do I need to mention the great conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn, or the double full moon of October? Absolutely brilliant.

-Fruits Basket Reboot!!! Holy hell has it amazing this year!!

-BNHA got lots of crazy reveals and arcs coming to heads this year with all kinds of fun in store for the next season of the anime

-y'all. Y'all. TWEWY not only got an anime adaptation announced with trailers that look amazing for a drop next year, but WE ALSO GOT NEOTWEWY....TWEWY2.....AFTER ALL THESE YEARS.....

-Doctor Who season 12 went hard all the way through and was so exciting to watch weekly the old fashioned way this year

-on a personal note, I got a couple amazing art commissions from my good friend @ghoststrawberries, and while I wanted to do more, I'm so so happy with getting what I was able to this year. (And I highly recommend commissioning them)

- Also another personal note, I was able to keep in touch with a lot of my friends, even some I haven't kept in good communication with, via letters and messages this year, and I've got a sweet collection of letters and cards from everyone I've connected to this year, and it's really nice.

-I participated in Camp NaNo April and July along with regular NaNoWriMo this year. I set and reached goals of 30,000 and 40,000 words for the Camp NaNo challenges and wrote every day; while I wasn't able to hit 50,000 words for NaNo proper per my hoped plans, I wrote about 10,000 more words than I did the previous year, and I'm proud of that considering how crazy my November was this year. Even though I didn't get to finish a second draft of my middle grade novel, I was able to work through a good amount of the research and worldbuilding through NaNo, and I'm proud of that.

It's been a hell kind of year, and I don't discount any of the struggles faced. But I wanted to just touch on some good stuff before closing out 2020. There's plenty more I didn't cover bc I'm 5 minutes away from sleep and am just listing off the top of my head, but I like this tradition of taking the good and appreciating it every year before the new one comes.

I hope you all stay safe and take care ❤ happy New Year, and I wish all of you good vibes into 2021!

#flowerspeak #positive #2020 #new years eve #i was going to stay up and watch more doctor who on bbc america but i am exhausted #goodnight #2021 #happy new year #personal

[lefaystrent]

Could you write a short story where Virgil is out at a store, Deceit and Remus spot him. Virgil is like F social interaction. Then is only rude because he really didn't feel like being noticed by people who recognize him. (Patton could be another costumer, Roman a cashier who is working there when not acting, Logan getting supplies for a science class at school)

A Storm Rolled into Town

Fandom: Thomas Sanders,Sanders Sides

Pairings: none

Summary: It’s not likeVirgil meant to become famous anyway. It just sorta happened. And now he’sshopping in some small-town mom-and-pop store on a weekday morning. Despitewearing the hood of his jacket up and perhaps looking the more conspicuous forit, he can sense that someone somewhere in this store is watching him.

Word Count: 2150

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Virgil Storm was born with eyes inthe back of his head.

Not literally. It was mostly justanxiety and paranoia working in tandem to create a 360° zone of caffeinated caution.A necessary skill when you became part of the famous crowd. All it took was onecrazy person with a knife screaming about how you’re meant to be together, andthen you’re fucking dead.

Not that Virgil had been assaultedby anyone.

Yet.

He has had experiences witha couple of stalkers before that were quickly handled. It’s amazing how whenmore than a handful of people know your name and can buy your merch, theirsense of entitlement turns you into a thing to be owned.

It’s not like Virgil meant tobecome famous anyway. It just sorta happened.

And now he’s shopping in some small-townmom-and-pop store on a weekday morning. He had to make a pit-stop on his longdrive back home to Florida. Sure, he could have gotten home faster if he’dridden in a plane. He could also set this store on fire or go jump in a lakewhile strapped to an anvil. Doesn’t mean he’s going to.

The point is, Virgil is very awareof how famous he is, and despite wearing the hood of his jacket up and perhapslooking the more conspicuous for it, he can sense that someone somewhere inthis store is watching him.

Virgil glances down the aislebehind him, but there’s nothing. Again.

He lets out a huff of air andcontinues to peruse the candy section. He’s got a craving for something sour,but he’s not looking to get accosted here.

He swipes up a packet of gummy wormsand goes around to the chip rack next. Virgil subtly peeks around the store,noting the two guys manning the register counter. They look young, maybe aroundtwenty. They’re more talking and laughing rather than working. Other than them,there’s this one nerdy looking guy in a tie and glasses over by the stationary.The store seems empty otherwise.

Virgil picks up a large bag of sourcream ‘n onion and nearly screams when there’s a mustached face poking out inthe space left behind.

“Boo!” the man says.

“Fuck off!” Virgil growls andthrows the chip bag right at the face.

A series of snickers come back fromthe candy aisle that Virgil had just vacated. Pissed off and heart racing, hewhips his head around to see some guy in a bowler hat.

“I do believe the phrase ‘got you’fits this scene well,” Bowler Hat says.

“You didn’t ‘get’ anything,” Virgilhisses.

“Oh? So you didn’t just jump likeyou’d seen a ghost?”

“He definitely jumped, Dee! He evenpeed his pants!” Mustached Man cackled, coming out from behind the chip rack.

“I didn’t—” Virgil went to defendhimself but found it pointless. These guys just seemed like assholes. “Justleave me alone.”

“Oh poo, have some fun would you?”

“Now Remus, let’s not annoy him toomuch. Wouldn’t want him to storm out.”

Storm.

He made it very clear that he knewVirgil’s last name. If the pointed pun didn’t say as much, the smarmy grin onBowler Hat’s face surely did.

Virgil tried not to show how muchthat got to him.

“So what? You know who I am. Bigdeal. Buzz off and let me shop in peace.” If these two kept harassing him orworse, Virgil could always threaten to call the cops. Then again, cops took afew minutes to respond, and it only took less than a second to die.

New plan. Virgil could throw downthe chip rack and then run for his life. And if that didn’t work, he carriedpepper spray on his person for a reason.

“What brings someone such asyourself to our neck of the woods?” Bowler Hat questioned, not leaving Virgilalone in the slightest.

Mustached Man jumped up beside hisfriend, leaning an arm against his shoulder to loudly whisper, “I bet he needsto hide a dead body!”

Virgil’s eye twitched. “Yeah,because that’s the only reasonable explanation, right?”

Mustached Man nodded in agreement. “Nothingelse to do around here.”

“It does get rather dull here,”Bowler Hat mused. He brushed his gloved fingers over his chin.

Seriously, who the hell were theseguys? And were they intentionally being low-key threatening? Perhaps not, butthat’s how they were coming across anyway.

“That’s nice.” Virgil smiled in away that showed his utter contempt. Better than showing his fear. “Now if you’redone bothering me, I’ve got things to buy.”

He would have liked something morethan just the gummy worms, but he no longer felt hungry enough to risk hislife.

Virgil walked away, his stepspicking up speed as he heard Mustached Man barking at him.

He was never stopping anywhere everagain.

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Roman sat at the register counter,bored out of his mind.

“Patton, my loyal companion. Remindme why we’re here again?”

“Because we get paid to be here.”

“Ah.” Roman nodded, eyes narrowedin deep understanding.

Then he slumped over with a whimperingwhine. His head banged against the countertop.

“Awww, cheer up Ro-Ro! We’ve only gota few more hours left of our shift!”

“My shackled soul is unmoved byyour comfort. They are but mere words in the face of unforgiving oppression.”

“…so what you’re saying is that youneed a pun, right? Or maybe a hug. A combination of the two? A pug. Oh!Doggy!”

Roman snorted as Patton’s train ofthought derailed. He sat up to stare at his coworker and long-time friend.

He snapped his fingers. “Focus,Puffball.”

“Oh, right,” Patton said,refocusing. His expression became determined. “Go on and get all the angst out,kiddo. I’m all ears.”

“Retail suuuuuucks,” Roman concluded.“My creative spirit yearns for a place I can spread my wings and thrive! I ammeant for bigger and better stages. You see this face? You hear this voice? Alltoo good to be squandered away in Backwoodsville, Tennessee.”

“We don’t live in Tennessee.”

“My point is that I am a work ofart, and yet I am left collecting dust in grandma’s attic. It is a crime! Theuniverse should give me a break already.”

From the stationary aisle, afamiliar voice contributed to the conversation, “Perhaps if you put nearly asmuch effort into publicizing yourself to the entertainment community instead ofwhining, you wouldn’t be stuck where you are now.”

Roman slammed a hand on thecounter. “No one asked you, Microsoft Nerd!”

Logan smirked and resumed hisshopping. They knew each other of course. It was hard not to recognize everyonewhen you worked in one of the only stores in town. Plus all three of them hadgone to high school together.

Patton patted Roman’s shoulder insympathy. “I think what Logan’s trying to say is that you’ve got loads of potentialand I’m sure someone’s going to notice one day.”

“That is not what I said at all,but go off I guess,” Logan stated.

Roman flipped him off. Somehow, despitehis back turned to him, Logan must have sensed it and returned the gesture rightback to him.

Patton swatted at Roman’s hands. “Don’tbe ugly!”

“That’s impossible for someone likeme.” Roman grinned.

Patton sighed. “What am I going todo with you?”

“Love me, of course.”

Patton giggled.

“Hi,” a clipped voice cut in. Romantore his attention away from the agony of his life to regard the customer athis counter.

Roman hopped up from his seat andshifted flawlessly into his customer service spiel. “Hello! Ready to check out?”

“Yeah,” the man nodded, his hoodfalling back a bit at the movement.

Roman smiled. He recognized thejacket brand and was about to compliment the customer’s taste.

Their eyes met briefly and Roman’sheart exploded.

Virgil Storm.

Virgil freaking Storm was standingat his register counter.

No. No it couldn’t—

HOLY SHIT!

“That’s it,” Virgil Storm said,tossing a pack of sour gummy worms onto the counter. He briefly glanced overhis shoulder as if to look for something. He wasn’t really paying attention toRoman, so he didn’t catch being ogled.

Oh god, Virgil Storm was standingat his register. No matter how many times Roman looked, Virgil Stormstood there, and all Roman could do was ogle him.

Roman suddenly found the candypacket very interesting.

If he kept his head down, nothingbad would happen, right?

“Uh . . . that’s it,” Virgil saidagain, and Roman realized that he’d been standing there frozen.

Willing his limbs to unthaw, Romanmechanically reached for the candy and ran it over the scanner. A beep sounded,and with a stiff arm, he punched for the total.

“Your total is . . . a number.”

“What?”

Roman couldn’t even look up farenough to check the screen. How could he? When one of his idols stood beforehim. He owned all of this man’s albums, for God’s sake!

“Yes,” Roman said, as if thatexplained everything.

“Okay . . .” Virgil said. Heshuffled, presumably getting his wallet out or something. Internally, Roman wasscreaming to Patton for help, but sadly his friend had never mastered telepathy.In fact, he had no idea what Patton was doing right now. He wasn’t sayinganything, that was for sure. Did he even recognize the celebrity in their storeright now?

“Here,” Virgil offered a five-dollarbill.

Roman blinked at it. Wasn’t VirgilStorm rich? Why was he using cash when he could use a card?

Carefully, lest he mess up andforever embarrass himself, Roman reached up and took the bill from him. Theirfingers weren’t even close to touching, but Roman still felt like he’d steppedon a live-wire, a shock racing through his system.

Roman had dreamed many a time ofcasually running into his idols. He imagined nearly daily of becoming likethem, of leaving his mark, of impressing those that he looked up to. He wouldbe suave and graceful and witty, a dazzling star in the making who would sweepthem off their feet.

Instead Roman hunched in on himselfand began to cry.

“Oh shit, are you okay?” VirgilStorm asked him, and that somehow made everything worse.

Roman covered his face with hishands and sniffled. “I’m just feeling a little emotional right now.”

How mortifying.

A hand rubbed at his back. “Sorry,he’s having a quarter-life crisis,” he heard Patton explain.

Roman threw up his arms,tear-streaked face be damned. “PATTON! That’s not why I’m crying.”

“It’s okay Ro, it happens to a lotof people. It’s nothing to be ashamed about.”

“I knew retail work was hell, butgeez,” Virgil commented.

Patton nodded in sympathy. “Hereally wants to be on Broadway someday.”

“Patton,” Roman gasped in admonishment.“You can’t just be telling V— telling people about my silly dreams.”

“Why’s it silly?” Patton asked. “You’reso talented! You’ll make it, I know you will. You’ve just gotta keep trying.”

This could not be happening rightnow. Roman wanted to curl up in the employee’s bathroom and die.

“Broadway, huh?” Virgil asked.

Screw going to the bathroom. Roman coulddie on the spot.

“Ridiculous, huh?” Roman tried tolaugh at himself. If he laughed at himself first, it’d hurt less when everyoneelse did.

Virgil shrugged. “Not really.Someone’s got to do it, right?”

Oh.

No rejection.

Just a practical sense of hope.

Someone’s got to do it, and thatcould be him.

Roman blushed and gazed down at hisfeet. “Thank you . . .”

“No problem. Just uh, feel better Iguess.”

It was clear Virgil found this situationawkward but was trying to be considerate. For that, Roman was extremely grateful.

“Dee! Remus! What are you doing inhere? You know you’re banned!” Patton hollered, moving around the counter. Hehad his stern face on and a broom in hand. The two troublemakers would do wellto run while they still could.

They watched Patton chase Dee andRemus off.

“Does that happen a lot?” Virgilasked Roman.

“Only about every other day.”

Virgil didn’t say anything, soRoman went ahead and finished the transaction.

“Here’s your change,” Roman saidmeekly, handing the correct amount back to him.

“Thanks,” Virgil said, pocketingthe money. He picked up his gummy worms yet hesitated.

“Something else?” Roman wondered.

Virgil scratched the back of hishead. “To be honest, I wanted to get more stuff. But those guys were beingcreepy . . . But they’re gone now, so . . . would it be weird if I went to getmore stuff?”

Roman’s lips twitched up into asmile. “You didn’t judge me, so I’m not going to judge you.”

Virgil smirked. “Thanks.”

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[fire-toolz]

My family's beloved 16-year-old Siamese cat, Webley, died in my arms last year. He'd been a sleek fat kitty before he got ill, but he'd lost weight and lost weight till he was little more than a bedraggled shadow. At the end he could barely lift his head, and then the vet gave him the shot and he couldn't lift his head at all. I was scratching his ears as I'd so often done before, and suddenly they dropped, and whatever I was petting wasn't Webley anymore. It's one of the worst memories of my life.

I've been thinking about Webley a lot while listening to the new Fire-Toolz album, Rainbow Bridge, which comes out May 8 on local label Hausu Mountain. Angel Marcloid, a Chicago musician who records as Fire-Toolz (as well as under several other names), made Rainbow Bridge about her 16-year-old cat, Breakfast, also a Siamese, who died in December 2018. The album is an idiosyncratic collage of guttural death-metal roars, electronic bleeps, and vaporwave ambience. Bleak, sweet, and quietly unflinching, it slides back and forth between two emotional poles: one boils with rage and grief, while the other is steeped in a comforting lyricism as gentle as a cat rubbing its chin against your hand. "It's been a while, but I think about her every day," Marcloid says. "I still have moments where I feel her close and I just cry a whole bunch. I've got her ashes two feet from me right now. I have a tattoo of her on my chest. So yeah, I'm happy to honor her in my music."

From as early as she can remember, Marcloid says, music made her feel things "that are just so abstract and visceral and hard to put your finger on." She was born near Annapolis in 1984 to a music-loving family; her parents constantly played CDs of hair metal, the Beatles, and her all-time favorite band, Rush. Marcloid started making little drum sets out of pots and pans almost as soon as she could walk.

Her first public performance was when she was seven. Her parents knew a local bar band, and she sat in with them to play drums on a cover of the Black Crowes' "Hard to Handle."

"This is a smoky bar, women showing their boobs and stuff—it was not an environment for kids!" Marcloid says. "But I sat down with the drum kit and we played the songs, and they were just amazed. They were looking back at me while we were playing, like, 'Holy shit! This kid's actually keeping time!' I'll never forget walking off that stage, and all these drunk, smelly adults cheering me on, and a couple of people just gave me money. 'You're awesome, kid! Here's 20 dollars!'"

Marcloid soon taught herself to play guitar and bass too, and her musical interests expanded. As a child she had a formative late-night exposure to Morbid Angel's 1993 video for "Rapture" via MTV's Headbangers Ball, and soon she was also listening to jazz and electronica. She performed in several short-lived bands, and in the late 2000s she launched her own label, also called Rainbow Bridge. Through it Marcloid released cassettes and CDs by other musicians, as well as a blizzard of her own music under various names—including ambient acoustic music as the Human Excuse, punky dream pop with the trio Shadow Government, and electroacoustic noise as Water Bullet.

Marcloid came to Chicago in 2012 to move in with a girlfriend, who owned several cats and had just adopted Breakfast. Like most Siamese, Marcloid says, Breakfast "has always been a little strange." She was neurotic and disliked the other cats, and she never really warmed up to Marcloid's partner. In fact she only had one clear favorite. "She took to me immediately," Marcloid says, "and always wanted to be on me and just wanted to spend all her time with me." When Marcloid and her partner split up, there was no question who Breakfast would go with. The kitty ended up spending most of her life in Marcloid's bedroom to avoid other cats. "The rest of the house was just scary for her. There were too many other cat smells," Marcloid says.

"On the one hand, it may seem weird or maybe even borderline cruel to keep a cat in a single bedroom for their entire lives. But that's what she wanted; she was happy."

Marcloid has featured Breakfast in tracks throughout her oeuvre. "Spirit Spit" from the 2017 album Drip Mental (Hausu Mountain), for example, is a short wordless suite in which Marcloid imagines the usually shy Breakfast grown adventurous enough to go exploring in the house during a storm. The track opens with Breakfast engaging in some Siamese vocalizing and squawking, with thunder in the background. The rest of the narrative unfolds through auditory cues. "She comes down to the basement and turns on her ancient computer, which dials in to AOL," Marcloid explains. "Then she puts on a Telepath CD, which is a vaporwave artist that I absolutely love. You can hear the CD drive opening, you can hear the Telepath song start. And then she types some stuff and is meowing. And then she turns off the computer and goes back upstairs."

In 2018 Breakfast began to go into kidney failure. She was constantly peeing in Marcloid's room, and she wasn't eating. Eventually she was so uncomfortable and miserable Marcloid had to euthanize her. "And that was just so fucking traumatic for me, and so emotional," Marcloid says. "It really energized the search for truth and meaning that I had already begun years ago."

Marcloid began making Rainbow Bridge during Breakfast's illness. The title isn't just a callback to her record label (which she folded around five years ago) but also a reference to contemporary folk mythology about a rainbow bridge that, in Marcloid's words, "our pets either cross when they die to go to the other side, or they go there and they wait for us." The cover art, by Marcloid and Jeremy Coubrough, shows a Siamese cat sitting in a green field with her back to the viewer, looking at the prismatic steps of a bridge that leads upward into a kind of bloated growth of exploding colors.

The chaos of different hues fits the Fire-Toolz aesthetic. As Hausu Mountain cofounder Doug Kaplan puts it, "There's just nobody else that sounds like this, and there will never be another. Each track goes a billion different places but has a strong sense of oneness." Marcloid's other projects often follow particular rules or fit into particular genres; Mindspring Memories, for example, is mostly slowed-down and otherwise manipulated smooth-jazz samples. A recent album under the name Path to Lobster Believers is tape-collage improvisation. But with Fire-Toolz, Marcloid says, "Anything goes. It's a no-rules catchall; everything reports to it. It's the top of the pyramid."

The violent shifts in tone and genre on a Fire-Toolz track often feel exuberant and playful. On Rainbow Bridge, though, they create splatters of emotion: nostalgia, confusion, loss, hope. The opening track, "Gnosis .•o°Ozing," starts out as ranting death metal, with Marcloid screaming distorted, virtually indecipherable lyrics: "Arms wrapped in neon like a warning / A rainbow bridge unfurling / And now I lay listening to nothing / I feel my organs locking up."

By the second verse, she's superimposed smooth-jazz keyboard flourishes atop the noise, so that it sounds like the metal is battling easy listening, anger struggling with happier memories. "Layers in grief not unlike stages of passing / There are many / Not too many / Not so much."

The video for the song "Rainbow ∞ Bridge," created by Marcloid with Armpitrubber (aka Christine Janokowicz), provides an intense visual analogue for the music's smeared palette. This song too starts with a death-metal feel, pairing double kick drum with Marcloid's throat-tearing vocals. "Please don't be mad that I cut your cord / Fear lodged in my gums / Pressing into my face with fingerlike force / Breakfast!" she yells, as images of the kitty strobe and dissolve into colors, lights, emojis, a door opening, SpongeBob screaming. Tinkly new-age keyboard ambience plays over purple clouds and the on-screen words "Heaven! They say I can sit and soak you up." A guitar solo fit for a classic-rock ballad cuts through the shifting landscape, and then the song briefly fades into ambience as Breakfast romps across the screen and dissolves. It's a vision of a loved one disintegrating, perhaps into nothing, perhaps into memory or heaven, while pain and happiness alternate in spasms of glitches.

"Heaven has no location," Marcloid howls near the end of the track. That's a statement of spiritual hope; heaven is everywhere, Marcloid believes. "It's not any particular place. It's something that is all-encompassing," she says. "I think that it's everywhere and everything. It's the flow of life." You can hear that hope on tracks such as "⌈Mego⌉ ≜ Maitrī," which is all gentle surging keyboards and pattering electronica, encouraging you to gently drift into an ether of soft fur and purring.

A heaven without location can also simply be a heaven that doesn't exist, though, and that fear and doubt is also part of Rainbow Bridge. On the jittery "Microtubules," a throbbing beat loops around and around as Marcloid asks, "Were you afraid of crossing?" It's an unsettling question: of course she'd worry about a cat who never wanted to leave the bedroom going off on a long journey alone.

"When Breakfast was sick, anxiety was a huge, huge part of it," Marcloid says. "And even after she passed, and I knew that there was nothing to be done, there was still so much anxiety. I became frustrated because I wanted to know where she was, if she was anywhere. I just want the truth. I don't even care what it is, even if the truth is we're all just dead, and that when my body stops working, it's completely over."

Marcloid finished Rainbow Bridge months ago, and of course she didn't know it would be released at a time when anxiety, uncertainty, fear, and isolation would be so pervasive. In the context of a pandemic, the album seems even more relevant, not just because of its grief but also because of its prescient reminder of the importance of pets: during the stay-at-home order, animal adoptions have broken records as humans turn to cats and dogs to keep them company, and keep them sane, in isolation.

Marcloid adopted another cat herself after Breakfast died, and she now has three. "It's incredibly comforting to have them during a time like this," she says. "They're a solid rock for me to lean on. Especially lately, because they just don't fight with themselves. They're just such simpler creatures, and they're so much more connected to reality than any human could possibly be because of how complex our lives are. When they're in pain, they'll react—they won't like it, but they don't conceptualize and theorize about it. They don't get into this existential dread. They're just in pain, and they just want the pain to go away. That's all it is. It's that simple. We are just hopeless cases in comparison."

Marcloid's music, for all its genre shifts and chaotic oddness, can also reach for that kind of simplicity of thought and emotion. The six-minute instrumental "Angel (of Deth)" is elegiac, oceanic Muzak—a soundtrack to play while the waves roll in, or while watching a kitty sleep. At its conclusion the track breaks up into electronic blips and warbles, as though the world were coming apart and something else were wavering into existence behind the static.

"It's a mystery because we don't know," Marcloid says. "So I have to love and honor that mystery. I don't even know what God is, or if God exists, but whatever it is, that's what I love." Marcloid's tribute suggests that cats may know more about love than we do. They trust you even at the end, to help them die. Rainbow Bridge is not just a eulogy but an expression of hope that they'll lend you a paw in turn when your time comes. It's a comfort to think that when you start up those stairs, there will be a small someone to show you the way.  

[kimmkitsuragi]

im about to be an insufferable little monster and live blog the whole of CHROMATICA by lady gaga out now it's phenomenal everyone go check it out 💓⚔

sending all my love to little monsters 🥺

STRING ARRANGEMENTSSSSSSS

epic entrance bro

KHJSJD love what she did with her voice in Alice!!!!!! obsessed immediately with this song

TAKE ME HOME! TAKE ME TO WONDERLAND! WONDERLAND!!

stupid love ofc being the bop still. bop of the year.

i know we were over this months ago but I WOULD BATTLE FOR YOU EVEN IF WE BREAK IN TWO 💓⚔ and also all i wanted was love 🥺 I LOVE STUPID LOVE SO MUCH SO MUCHHHH

well as i said rain on me bop rain on me hot summer hit

id rather be dry but at least im alive 😔 rain on me rain rain rain on me rain rain RAIN ON ME.

if your water isn't like misery dont even look at me. if you're not dancing thru the pain the way she does don't look at me.

free woman let's go.

JAJSHDHFV I TAKE EVERYTHING BACK I SAID AFTER HEARING A 30 SECOND LEAK OF THIS IM SO SORRYYYY

free woman slaps! she does!! especially love the part where she goes im not nothing (.....) love that part!!

her vocals in fun tonight. ma'am here take this 🤲💜

love is a natural force. we are of love. i'm love. 🥺🥺🥺💘

i love how she talks about her works so much it's always so interesting and inspiring to hear her talk about art and her experiences....

it's mine. you can have it too tho sjdjjdhfhf mom ily

back with the string arrangements aaeyyyy love the chromatica 2 one so muchhhhhhhhhhhh

911 STARTS SO POWERFUL TF

HOLY SHIT IMMEDIATE FAV

THIS SOUND LIKE SOME ARTPOP SONGS BUT WAY BETTER THEREFORE I HAVE TO DECLARE IT MY FAVE SO FAR

absolutely obsessed with 911. the beat. the BACK VOCALS!! it's so short tho :(

plastic doll here we go

the chorus omg. so fresh. the back vocals in this one is also phenomenal. also her voice on the chorus!! versatility

the outro!! immediate classic omg

SOUR CANDY JDJDHDHD

i already said what i said. this slaps. this goes hard. this soty.

okay this post is about gaga but. jennie in the intro. losing my mind brb

i LOVE how gaga's part and bp's part are so different but come together so nicely like. who produced this. the fuck

and it's so short too :( take a bite take a bite so-sour candy im so sorry sweetie u shouldve been longer

ENIGMA VOCALS CKSKSKMSJSJDJDJJNS vocal godess okay i love you!

THIS ALBUM SHOWS HER VERSATILITY SO GOOD IM GOING CRAZY

WE COULD BE LOVERS 💓⚔ I I'LL BE YOUR ENIGMA

WHEN SHE SAID EVEN JUST TONIGHT 😳 HER VOICE IS SO SEXY HELP

replay here we go

it's a bop immediately. what can i say.

im just so happy we got this album i 😭😭😭 love herrrr she's so good im gonna lose it soon

the new beginning of her new life. 🥺💘

chromatica 3..... beautiful

sine from above i was so excited for this omggg

her voiceeeee

omg this really not what i was expecting but love it

elton's part 😭😭 love it

this has such beautiful lyrics also 🥺

the ending was so intense omgg

1000 doves is it the ballad I've been waiting for 🥺

okay such clean vocals again im in awe of her talent once again

i love thisss not quite like a ballad i hoped at first but it's a lot slower/calmer so i'll take it. not that there needs to be a ballad or something but like sjdjhd i really love it when she does one you know

i've been hurting stuck inside a cage 🥺😭

babylon im so excited for this too

incredible love this

battle for your life babylon 💓⚔ love it. i cant really use my words right now but jdjdhf i love how she sings in this

IN CONCLUSION CHROMATICA AOTY

#GONNA LISTEN THIS ON REPEAT ON REPEATTT #gaga #lady gaga #chromatica #rants

[axther]

Hi Etsi! Could I have a matchup please?🥺 my names alexia and I’m a pansexual intp! While I have a rather serious exterior I’m soft spoken and really passionate about things like literature art and music/the world tl;dr I’m the ‘encyclopedia’ friend🤘🏽😪 I dance ballet and my toes can show the hard work I put into it💀 I also love cats to the point of owning a few, and working with my community to make sure all of the feral or abandoned cats are in good hands/environments

Ok so before we get this thing on the road there are several things I would like to point out-

1), that you’re my first matchup 🥺 tysm 💖💖💖, 2) my best friend does point toe ballet and holy crap you have my respect, and 3) i would absolutely let you propose w a candy ring 👀 we’re married now

1 is...Kirishima! 

You had him at hello, probably

You read a lot and are an intellectual 😤 so if he needed help studying for English or Literature chances are high he’d go to you first. After all, the reward of kisses seems much better than the punishment of getting smacked by a newspaper. 

Definitely thinks that seeing and hearing you talk about your favourite books and music is cute as hell and absolutely supports you and even eggs you on. Text him at two AM because of your favourite artist that dropped a new album? He is up, he is ready, and he is hyped. 

Would look into your favourite music, 200%. You into French pop? Stromae’s playing the car on the way to a coffee date. Kpop is more your thing? Oddly enough, ATEEZ and BTS are in his music library…

Oh

But oh my god

He wouldn’t really know what to expect when he goes to see you dance for the first time. 

But…

Would die and think he went to heaven. All he sees is an angel. 

Always gets front seat, be it inside of the dance studio and you’re practising in front of the mirror, or inside of an opera house and he’s got the best seats in the house. No matter what, he’s always close enough that you can make eye contact with him. 

And speaking of eye contact, his face is just a mix of 😳, 🥰, and 🥴. He’s just. So in love. I’m sorry i don't make the rules 

When people say ‘not every man’ they’re talking about Kirishima and Tom from the Carnegie Mellon Natural History Museum in particular 

Kisses?? Are a must 

This boy would just appear out of nowhere and just give smooches!! Maybe you’re just vibing on the couch reading and he just swoops down!! And he smothers your face with kisses. 

They’re the loud ones too. The absolute best. In the distance, Sero and Bakugou fake gag. 

Every time you do anything his heart just swells, like a balloon. 

#2 is...Kakyoin!

So hear me out 

But you guys met because he wanted to draw you. 

Maybe it was in the dance studio, or you were reading in the park or something, but he saw you and was just like ‘!!!’

When he asks you he acts all cool and smooth, say how beautiful you look in the sunlight, and if he could just sketch you real quick, but on the inside, he’s just a mess of ‘cutecutecutecutecutecutecutecutecut’

He does his best on the sketch, and on a technical standing, he’s done a great job, he feels like he hasn’t captured the real ‘you’, so to make it up (and to definitely not motivate his own benefit and get your number) if you would want to go to coffee sometime. 

Of course, you guys go get coffee. 

After about, hmm, too many not quite dates, he just turns (while you two are going off in Dance Dance Revolution) and says ‘are we dating?’ 

(god he hopes so) 

And you just turn back to him like ‘??? you asked me out the first time we met. Yes?? We’ve been dating for three months?’ 

He’s elated, of course, and loses the match due to him just freezing with a happy lil blush but a massive smile 

‘Does that mean I’m your boyfriend?’ leads to ‘Yes??! I’ve introduced you to my parents?? As my boyfriend??” 

Book dates are going to be a fucking staple, let me tell you now 

Going to bookstores (used ones, probably), sitting on the floor and reading for half an hour before buying the books, heading to one of the houses, crashing on the couch, and cuddle reading for about three hours more. 

Hypothetical debates about different literature passages just result in butterfly kisses and naps and oh lord now im soft 

#3 is...Momo!! 

Our own queen would love you, down to your very bones. 

Chances are pretty high that you’d meet from you warding someone off from harassing her (that’s she’s too polite to kick in the nuts) so that serious exterior comes in handy!! 

She thanks you, ofc, but then she sees you and oh jeez is that a blush? 

Probably doesn’t know how to deal with her crush for the first bit. 

Her mind, though less vulgar, probably runs with ‘oh god oh fuck am I catching feelings?? Oh shit oh jesus’ 

She’s got responsibilities!! She’s got parents with expectations!! It’s her first crush!! She’s panicking!! Someone help her!!!!

But then you go up one day and ask if she’s okay because she’s been zoning out a lot, which is super weird for her, and if she needs to talk to someone who won’t spill her guts for the school then you’re there. And she shortcircuits. 

She’s got this new mindset that she’s got to get this off of her chest, she’s got to get this figured out and nicely filed away either in ‘first relationship’ or ‘another heartbreaking incident that’ll just be buried and then one day I’ll die’. 

She asks people what to do, but then Mina speaks up. 

“I think Alexia volunteers helps out with the local cats?” 

Ping. 

Momo gets to work, trying to figure out exactly where you help and how she herself can help and suddenly she finds herself knee-deep in volunteer work and then she realises that she actually likes it. For maybe a couple of days, she actually forgets why she got into the whole thing in the first place-she just enjoys helping cats, and more than once has made cat toys and tools on the spot using her quirk. 

But then you walk in over the weekend, and she turns and sees you. She’s covered in cat hair, there’s a tabby that’s snoozing in her arms, and she’s flushed bright red. 

She thinks she looks like a mess, and oh no!! She’s made a fool of herself!! Ugh!! 

But then you smile, wave, and tell her that she looks cute with a cat in her arms. 

Slowly, she gets closer and closer, and if she didn’t know any better, she’d say that the cats were acting like a hive mind of a wingman. 

You need a certain pair of clippers or maybe you have glasses? Or a bracelet?

Whoops, Misty the Prussian Blue has them and she runs over to Momo and hands them over. Now you’ve gotta ask for them back and what’s this?? Momo was wondering if maybe you’d want to hang out sometime outside of the cat shelter? 

Yeah, you say. Yeah, that sounds great. 

(Thanks, Misty.) 

#matchup #matchups #sailor alexia

[decaffeinatedcatastrope]

More stuff from my unnamed kustard fic-in-progress.  :T  I’m a big fan of karaoke night things, so there’s a bit of singing in the middle.  Red is just so emotionally constipated it’s kinda fun to see him deal with music.

Also I’m sorry there’s not too much kustard in this one, mostly just feels and dumb skeletons.  warnings: cursing and drinking?  kind of hard to avoid with Red around.

Also there’s arts.  

Red scoffed at the suggestion.  “wait, you want me to do karaoke?  pfft, i can’t sing fer shit.”

“We don’t do it because we’re good - we do it because it’s fun!”  Undyne insisted, pulling Alphys close.

Alphys’ face bloomed with red, and she fought to speak.  “I-I mean, only if want to.”  She added, a nervous smile on her face.  

“It would mean a lot if you came, Papyrus can’t make it this time and it’ll just be me, Alphie, and Mettaton.”  Unyne stuck out her tongue a little at the mention of Mettaton.  Red perked up a bit.  

“Mettaton comes to yer karaoke night?  ain’t he busy?”  

“He - well yes but--”  “He always makes time for Alph!  They’re like best friends for some reason!”  

Oh.  Well, that was news to him.  “...can’t say that’s a selling point for gettin’ me to go to this karaoke thing.  i’m still fuckin’ awful at singing.”

“You can’t be that bad.”

“you ever hear Sans sing?”

“...Well, um.  No.”  “You still can’t be that bad!”  

“i...guess i never really tried before.  i don’t even know what kinda songs to sing.”

“Whatever you want.”  Alphys started, before her face brightened and she shot off the couch into her workshop.  Both Undyne and Red were left looking very confused while the sounds of things falling echoed through the house.

“...uhhh.”  Red’s eye lights shifted to look at Undyne.

Undyne laughed at his worried look.  “That’s normal - sometimes when she gets ideas she goes nuts!  It’s one of the things I love about her.”  She sighed happily.

Red grimaced slightly.  “can ya at least leave yer little flirty romance bullshit ‘till after i leave?”

“NO, you’ll sit there and take it!!”

Red actually snorted at the connotations behind that, before bursting out into laughter.  “holy shit.”

“UGH NOT LIKE THAT, YOU GROSS--”

Alphys took that moment to rush back into the room.  She shoved a small square device into his hands.  “Red, look!”  

It...kinda looked like a cellphone.  “...uh.  thanks?  but you already made me a new cellphone.”

“No - this is just for music!”  Alphys insisted.  “You just need some headphones and you’ll be able to start looking for music to sing.”  

Red stared at it for a while, a weird...warm feeling in his soul.  “...did you just...make this?  right now?”

“Yes - I-I mean - you can keep it even if you don’t - I don’t want to make you feel like you have to come to karaoke just because I gave--”  

“thanks, sunshine.”  Red finally looked up and gave her an honest smile.  Alphys had seen it before, but Undyne was a little surprised by the gratitude behind it.  

“...Wow, you DO have emotions other than salty dickishness!!”  Undyne laughed.

Still smiling at Alphys, he casually flipped Undyne off.  She laughed again, so Red decided to tuck the little device into his pocket.  “it shouldn’t be too hard to find some headphones that don’t need ears.”  He added.  “so next week, right?”

Alphys bounced happily.  “Yes, Saturday at 7!”

“kay.  see ya then?”  

Undyne quirked a brow before yanking Alphys back onto the couch before the little yellow monster vibrated herself out of the room.  “So you’re really coming?”

Red nodded.  “guess so.  thanks fer, uh, including me?”

“I thought maybe you’d like to get out a little.  Sans says you’ve been kind of cooped up.”

Red scoffed.  “he’s afraid ‘m gonna trip and accidentally dust someone er somethin’.”

Undyne gave him an odd look.  “...That’s not...even a possibility, right?”

“uhh.”

“Right?”

“no m’am--”  Red blurted out in reflex, before he choked on his words and snarled at her.  Undyne burst into laughter.  “oh go to hell!!”  

“No thanks!”  Undyne cheered between laughs.  “I wouldn’t wanna miss you trying to sing!!”

“oh fuck off!”

“Guys, b-behave?”

“you tell yer bitch to behave, i’ve been downright friendly all night!”

“WOW NO, FUCK YOU!”

“Guys!!”

The two angry monsters glared at each other for a few moments, before both of them broke down in laughter.  Alphys looked...confused.

“just some friendly words between friends, sunshine.”  Red elbowed her gently.  Undyne gave him a sharp grin and pulled Alphys closer, away from Red.  

“Yeah, we’re friends.”  

Frienemies were the best.

----- Saturday came around faster than Red had expected.  Since he’d had nothing better to do, he spent most of the day while Sans and Papyrus were out researching songs.  A few times, he tried singing, and found his voice to...not be completely awful?

Thankfully, he found some pretty bad songs to compensate.  Looking up one band he’d found an album for back in the dump in his Underground, he found that they had all the same songs, and quickly found one that ‘fit him’.  That was what Alphys had told him his first song should do.

All in all, he was prepared.  When he arrived, he followed Alphys down into her basement, which had a fucking nice TV and speakers.  Like, holy shit.  

“ya know, if you were my Alphys, i’d be worried about this bein’ some kinda fucked up private dungeon.”  Red whispered.

Alphys snorted and gave him a look.  “Oh my god, no.” She whispered back.  Undyne noticed them at this point.

“thankfully yer not my Alphys.”  Red patted the top of her head.

“Hey dickbag!”  Undyne waved.

Red nonchalantly waved back.  “hey captain bitchface”

Mettaton glanced over the back of the chair he was draped over to see who this new stranger was.  When he’d first heard the voice, his first thought was Sans, but Sans never came to karaoke.  He...was not expecting someone like Red to show up.

“Red, behave!”  Alphys bravely snapped at him.

“oh, but yer not gonna call out Undyne on her bullshit.  favoritism.”  Red grumbled, before laughing at Alphys’ sour expression.  

Wow, Mettaton had never seen Alphys straight up scold someone before.  He didn’t think she had the confidence.  Interesting.  “...Well, Alphys.  Why don’t you introduce us to your...prickly new friend?”  

“O-oh!  Um, this is--”   “’m Red--”   “That’s Red, he’s an asshole!”  

Red flipped Undyne the bird.  “takes one to know one, bitch.”  

“Red!”  Alphys chided him, gently smacking his arm.  He laughed at the attempt, until a horrible idea popped into his head and he gasped.

“ow, oh no, i’m dying -” Red crumpled to his knees and flopped onto the floor.  “-death by creampuff.  i’m dead.”

Undyne snorted while Alphys blinked in mild concern.  “Oh my god.  R-Red get up.”

“can’t, ‘m dead.”

At this point, Undyne rolled off the couch in a fit of laughter.  Mettaton was...amused, but also still kind of wary.  He’d never seen this monster before.  In fact, he’d never seen any skeleton monsters besides Papyrus and Sans.  And he certainly hadn’t heard Papyrus talk about any family besides Sans.

In fact, he kind of...looked like Sans.  But not really.  Actually no, they weren’t anything alike.  Were they?  Something was off.

“Hey, get up already so we can start karaoke!!”  Undyne finally called, back on her place on the couch.  “I hope you practiced!”

At that, Red sat up, and he had the faintest dusting of magic on his face.  “well i tried.  didn’t wanna do it while Sans or Paps were in the house.”  He slowly got to his feet and brushed off his jeans.

“So ~ you know Sans and Papyrus?”  Mettaton butted into the conversation, his tone skeptical.  Red’s focus suddenly shifted to him, and a chill ran through the ghost-turned-robot’s soul.  

After a moment of staring, the strange chill in the air subsided.  Red shrugged.  “they were nice enough to take me in once i got up here.”  He replied, nearly tripping on ‘up here’, since that was his cover story.  Couldn’t go around telling everyone he was from an alternate universe, after all.

Especially not this glorified calculator in a shiny new body.  Idly, Red considered the differences between this Mettaton and the one in his universe.  This one definitely seemed less...murdery.  

“You didn’t leave the Underground until recently, then?  I certainly don’t remember the skeleton brothers talking about you before.”

On the fly, Red formed a more feasible backstory.  “i was in the capital.  real sick, some kinda rare magic disorder.  everyone kinda abandoned me, figured i was gonna kick the bucket.  almost did.”  Undyne and Alphys both looked intrigued.  Maybe they thought he’d actually spent time on this.  He was just a good liar.  

“ended up wakin’ up and everyone was gone.  wandered for a while before coming up here.  sunshine there saved me when my magic didn’t wanna behave.  it still don’t--”

“Sans helped too.”  Alphys blurted out, and Red sneered at her.  

“...yeah, Sans helped too.  we’re both skeletons after all.  similar magic.”

Mettaton took a moment to digest all this new information, but finally satisfied, he leaned back in his chair.  Red felt some of the tension leave him.  This Mettaton was definitely less murdery than the one from home.

The room fell into silence for a moment or two, before Undyne held up a beer.  “Hey, we got booze this time!  You know, ‘cause Paps isn’t here to scold us about it!”

And with that, Red perked up.  His grin widened, his gold tooth glinting in the light.  “now yer talkin’, captain.”

“And stop calling me Captain!!”  Undyne snapped, throwing an unopened bottle at him.  

He caught it.  “nah.  ‘s fun watching you throw a bitch fit over it.”  He replied, before he popped the lid off with his tooth.  

Undyne narrowed her eye at him.  “...Fine, but only because that was badass.”

“damn right.”  He flopped down on the opposite side of the couch, and Alphys sat between him and Undyne.  Curiously, he took a swig of the beer.  It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t bad either.  You know, for being human beer.  It lacked the magic tingle that monster alcohol had, the same tingle that still had his soul reeling in protest from his months of starvation and pain.  

So this was nice.  He felt...comfortable.   ----- Mettaton called the first round, and as expected sang something showy and annoying, in Red’s opinion.  Then to his surprise, Alphys went next.  He figured it’d be hard to follow up the shitty glitter toaster, but she sang some anime song and it wasn’t half bad.  

Next was Undyne, and she sang some badass power-ballad thing, which Red found out was also from an anime.  Damn.  

Then it was his turn.  He’d be lying if he wasn’t kinda nervous.  Yeah, he’d sung before, but just little stuff - like lullabies for his brother, back in the Lab, on the bad days.  Maybe a song or two for his knock-knock buddy, before he’d known who she was.  Back when she was lost in her loneliness.  

But now Undyne was shoving him up towards the microphone with that pointed grin of hers, before she scrambled back to cuddle Alphys.  The three of them stared at him expectantly.  So, steeling himself, he selected the song he wanted to sing and plugged the little device Alphys had made him into her sound system.  

The guitar instantly started up, followed up by lazy drums.  It wasn’t as hard core sounding as Undyne’s, and but it fit him.  He grinned.

He left the mic in the stand, shoved his hands in his jacket pockets, and started.

“all day, all night, i've been thinkin' why feelin' wrong feels so right. and i know, yeah i tried. to turn myself around but i know what i like.”

Everyone was a little more than surprised.  He had a nice voice.  A little rough, but deep, and the notes came easy to him.  If he was nervous, he was good at hiding it.

“i ain't nice, no, i'm quite a dick-”  Undyne couldn’t help it, she laughed. “i'm the bad guy who's makin' you sick. it's easy for me, i've got no shame -”  Red shrugged after this line, before he snatched up the mic - stand and all - and yelled the next line. “i'm in it for the money and fame!!”

“everybody wants to be like me! the villain is the one that you came to see,” He casually pointed at himself and gave them all a wicked grin. “sick of all the good guys savin' the day, ‘cause the villain always wins when the hero's away.”

The base guitar kicked in, thrumming loudly through the speakers.  Red could feel it in his bones, and he loved it.  This was fun as hell!!

“there's days when i wanna give in - but it's hard to be a saint when you're full of sin.” He grinned wickedly again, his expression taking on a different tone now.   “why would i ever think of goin' back, when it feels so fuckin' good to be bad!!”

“everybody wants to be like me the villain is the one that you came to see sick of all the good guys savin' the day cause the villain always wins when the hero's away--”

“i know that secretly, everybody's rootin' for meeeeee~”

There was a short guitar solo here that had Red tapping his boot, before he dropped his voice to just above a whisper.

“everybody wants to be like me, the villain is the one that you came to see. sick of all the good guys savin' the day,”

He threw his arms wide and smiled.  “because the villain is here to staaaaayyyy~”

“everybody wants to be like me the villain is the one that you came to see, sick of all the good guys savin' the day, cause the villain always wins when the hero's away!”

Red shrugged again, smiling this time.  “and i'm here to staaaaayyyy~”

“i'm the villainnn~”

“and the villain always wins when the hero's away.”

The song came to an end, and Red felt alive.  Fuck, that was fun.  He gave everyone a toothy grin, and they just kind of...stared at him for the longest time.  He actually started getting nervous before Mettaton started clapping, much to his surprise.

Then Undyne threw her fist in the air and whooped.  “WOOO!  I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!”

Red stared at her for a minute in mild disbelief, before scoffing.  “nah, admit it, that was shit.  you creampuffs are just too nice to--”

“It was actually really good, and you looked like you had fun!”  Alphys cut in, hopping up off the couch and giving the prickly skeleton a hug.

Red froze, unable to process further thought.  He was being hugged.  He had to take a second and remember, this wasn’t his Alphys.  She didn’t wanna hurt him.  He was so lost in thought, he didn’t get a chance to reciprocate before Alphys nervously let him go.  

“...uhh.  yeah, i had...fun.”  He replied flatly, making a beeline for the couch to chug his beer.  He didn’t feel like he was sober enough for this right now. ----- Sans received a text from Alphys during his midnight lunch break, asking if he could pick up Red or if he should stay over there tonight.  

shy pal: *Hey Sans, when you get a chance can you come take Red home?   *Or if youre busy he could stay here i guess? *I know youre probably at work I’m sorry

He smiled.  Poor Alphys.  

comedic genius: *im having lunch its cool *lemme finish my hotdog and ill be right over *did he have fun?

shy pal: *Yes! *Omg Sans you have got to come next time, he’s so good!   *You’d have fun ;3

He wasn’t quite sure why his face lit up with magic.  not safe for work, thoughts.  

comedic genius: *ill pass *dont bass your assumptions about my singing on reds *id just cause you unnecessary treble *you alto find someone else to come sing

shy pal: *Stooooop ;o;

comedic genius: *ok ill st-oprano

Sans snickered for a minute, but when she didn’t respond his smile fell a little.

comedic genius: *that was bad ill stop right now *i really hoped that one wouldnt b-flat

shy pal: *I’m keeping Red.   *You’ve lost custody.

Sans choked on the last bite of his lunch, before laughing.  The other clerk looked at him strangely.

comedic genius: *wait wait no im sorry *he needs me or he’ll die

shy pal: *You’re doing a good job with that btw *He looks much better! *;3

Oh god.  Sans let his skull thunk against the table, and he seriously considered just leaving Red there.  If he couldn’t get home on his own, he was probably drunk.  Who knows how the guy was gonna act in that state.

Suddenly, Sans felt an odd flash of fear in his soul.  How exactly did Red act while drunk?  Were Alphys and Undyne safe?  Would Papyrus be safe if he brought him home?

comedic genius: *hey so why can’t he come home on his own?

shy pal: *Undyne bought some human beer, since Papyrus wasn’t going to come.  Her and Red drank the entire case.

comedic genius: *is everything okay?

shy pal: *Yes? *Wait are you worried? *Cuteee

comedic genius: *worried about you guys *hes only the most violent monster we’ve ever encountered after all

shy pal: *Sans! *He’s not like that, he’s actually very nice! *He just wants to feel safe :(

Sans winced.  His worries were getting the best of him again.  

comedic genius: *wow that was pretty rude of me huh? *i feel like a jerk *i’ll be there to pick him up in a sec

He put his phone away and stood, chucking his trash in the nearest can and heading for the bathroom.  

“You have 5 more minutes, Serif.”  His manager warned.  Throwing her a sheepish grin, he ducked into the room.  The second the door was locked, he was gone and appearing inside Alphys’ workshop with a soft pop.  

He headed into the main house and...Oh.  Red was spread-eagle on the couch.  Mostly, anyway.  Sans caught sight of Alphys frowning at her phone.

“hey Alph--”  “OHGODSANS!?”  Alphys shrieked, nearly chucking her phone at him in shock.  Red jolted at the noise, but otherwise stayed asleep.  

“sorry about that, heh.  i’ll uh, take him home now.”  Sans replied shyly, before heading to Red’s side.  Cautiously, he poked at the larger skeleton’s skull to see if he’d react badly to being touched.  

Red twitched at the touch, but just continued snoring.  A good sign.

“...Sans, do you trust him?”  Alphys asked quietly.  Sans stared at her for a minute or two before looking back at Red.  

“if...i’m being honest?  i dunno.  he’s dangerous, but...also not?”

“...Sans--”

“i think what scares me the most is that i know what he’s capable of.”  Sans started, before back-pedaling over his words.  “i mean - i have a good idea about it.”

Alphys was quiet for a moment, remembering their conversation about the Determination in Red’s soul.  In both their souls.

If anyone had any idea of Red’s potential, it was Sans.

“...I-I can’t ask you to trust him.”  Alphys started, curling in on herself a little.  “But can I ask that you have a little more faith in him?”

Sans opened his mouth to reply, before Alphys cut him off again.

“Because I don’t think he has any in himself.”

That made Sans’ soul run cold.  Oh.  His face scrunched up in a grimace.

“A-and I’ve been there.  He needs you.  He needs all of us.”

“until we can get him home.”  Sans replied quietly.  He checked his phone.  Less than a minute before he was due back at work.  “i gotta go, later Alph.”  He replied, before gently grabbing Red’s arm and shortcutting them both away.

The two landed in Sans’ living room, Red slumping perfectly into the couch with Sans standing over him.  Sans could tell Red was nearly awake from the shock of the shortcut.  Almost unintentionally, Sans gave his arm a reassuring squeeze.  “...you’re safe, bud.  promise.”

He felt Red relax a little, before he curled up on the couch.  Sans watched for a minute, but checked his phone.  He was 2 minutes late.  With a sigh, he vanished in a blink. ----- When Sans returned from work later than usual that morning, he’d been yelled at for his late break and forced to work an extra hour at half pay.  He was fairly certain doing that to him was illegal, but he was a monster, his manager could get away with it.

He appeared in his living room with a soft pop, fully intending to flop down on the couch and sleep the moment he got there.  But then he remembered Red was on the couch and threw himself on the floor to avoid falling on him.  He landed with a muffled thump.

“ow.”  Sitting back up, Sans got a good look at Red, and he was on his feet in an instant.  Poor Red had his arms almost impossibly wrapped around his own neck and ribs, his claws digging into his shirt.  He was shaking slightly, and Sans knew the poor guy was having a rough night.  

Was this the first time Red had gotten human alcohol?  He’d heard from Grillbz that it was pretty rough on monsters the first few times.  

And Sans looked on sadly when he realized he’d left without even throwing the blanket over the poor guy.  

“...hey.  hey Red?”  He called softly, very very cautiously nudging Red’s shoulder.  He was prepared to bolt if Red swiped at him, like he’d done many times before.

Instead, Red just made a pitiful groan and curled up tighter.  Oh.  Sans nudged him again.  “hey bud.  come on, lemme know you’re still kicking.”

“...sshhhhaddupuri’llkickyouu...”  Red grumbled, swatting at the general direction of Sans.  He missed badly.  Why was he awake?  His...his everything hurt.  His bones hurt.  His soul was screaming at him.  “ughhhmygod.”

“you okay?”

“no.  let me die.”

He heard Sans pity laugh.  “sorry, you’re my responsibility now.”  A thought popped into Sans’ head.  “do...you need magic?  would that help?”

He saw Red go still, before nodding silently.  O-oh.  Sans gently touched his arm, scooping it up and supporting Red as he helped the still fairly drunk skeleton upstairs.

#decafcat does writes sometimes #the thus unnamed fic dubbed only as 'we do stupid shit for the ones we love' right now #kustard #let's try this again? #;_; hopefully it'll show up in the tag this time #i don't wanna keep posting things if no one is going to read them #and i don't wanna put them in the main tag just yet

[bigbanggot7stories]

Across the Hall (Part 1)

I’d just like to say that general admission for the Museum of Fine Arts in Houston was free the day after the concert, and bitch I love me some art/history/free things, so my friend and I went and I loved it. This is going to be kind of an exaggeration of my actual experience going to this concert with my best friend, so I hope you like it! Anywhooo………I’m gonna try to write my first smut, okay? Okay. Let’s see how this goes!

Fluff/Smut/Angst

Kwon Jiyong x Reader

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“God, I still can’t believe it’s here. Can you believe it?”

I shook my head and chuckled, keeping my eyes on the road ahead of me while my best friend, Ash, set up a playlist of G-Dragon’s set list. It was finally here, and even at the beginning of a 3.5-hour road trip to Houston, we couldn’t calm our nerves. It might have been eight in the morning the day before the concert, but we were determined to have a little fun before we had the best time of our lives. Plus, it wouldn’t hurt if we just happened to run into the one and only Kwon Jiyong.

“I know, I still can’t believe I made the fucking impulse decision to buy the damn tickets with my entire paycheck. And maybe without my parents being too entirely happy with it.”

“Honestly, let’s not even talk about it. Like Meme said, let’s just go and have fun!” I smiled at the nickname for my grandma. She was so pumped for this concert for me that I almost felt bad for not buying her a ticket. After all, she was the only person in my family that would jam to Kwon Jiyong’s newest album and fangirl over T.O.P. with me.

“That’s true, I guess. But thank God we both found good paying jobs. Oh, and probably also that you were able to get off for the rest of this week! Could you imagine doing this with the little money we made before we got our degrees?” We laughed at the thought of traveling to Houston with the small amount of money we made at our part time jobs. Ash was working at a hospital closer to home after graduation until she would move on to grad school in California, and I was lucky to land a training job with a Fortune 500 company that allowed me to work from home, traveling occasionally, and keep my law internship before moving on to law school. To say the very least, we were lucky.

“I know, right? We wouldn’t have been able to afford this nice ass hotel we’re staying at, either. It would have been the Rat-Hole 6 or something.” She laughed, taking a swig from the coffee cup I had just placed in the cup holder.

“Hey! Should’ve gotten your own!” I chastised, but smiled. “So true. I guess we could call this our late graduation present.”

Ash agreed with me, and we soon slid into a comfortable silence, jamming out to the songs we would soon hear live with our own ears.

Walking into the hotel lobby had Ash’s eyes bulging out of her head before we even made it ten feet toward the front desk. She was not prepared for the 30-foot ceilings and the luxury furniture dotting the room. She took in the bellhops, the restaurants on either side of the lobby, and the bar smack in the middle. When her eyes landed on the bar, I knew exactly what she was thinking. I smirked and took her by the elbow, dragging her slightly until we made it to the check-in line.

“I know, that was my exact reaction the first time the company sent me to New York. I think I almost fainted until someone brought me water. It was fucking nuts.”

I smiled as I watched her continue to take in the grand lobby, remembering that first trip to New York. The forty-story building being something out of a movie for small-town Y/N, and I had never been even close to that kind of treatment. It was still hard getting used to the luxury hotels even after the numerous trips I had taken. In fact, I hadn’t planned on staying at this hotel during this trip, but when I mentioned taking off for the concert to my boss, she insisted we use her membership and have a good time. I was not about to pass up that offer.

“And, if you want, we can even get massages in the spa. I know you’ve been pretty stressed lately,” I mentioned, causing Ash to whip her head in my direction.

“You’re not serious, are you? Oh my gosh, that would be so great, honestly.”

I laughed and nodded my head, finally stepping up to one of the workers at the front desk to check in. We found ourselves put on the 18th floor, and while approaching the elevators, we noticed a small group of three men waiting for an elevator to make it to the lobby. As the doors sung open, we followed the men into the elevator, stopping dead in our tracks as the doors closed and we came face to face with the men we were riding with.

There, leaning against the railing of the back wall of the elevator, was the man himself: Mr. Kwon Jiyong. As we made eye contact, both his manager and body guard opened their mouths to say something. I quickly made a small oh and spun on my heel to punch in our floor number.

“Ohhh no,” I said, seeing the button for the 18th floor already lit up. From beside me, I heard a small gasp, causing me to whip my friend around to face the doors of the elevator.

“Isn’t tha-“ Ash had no time to finish her sentence as I slapped a hand over her mouth and shook my head with wide eyes. I was in shock, to say the least, and I had no idea what to do other than avoid and ignore. I had dreamt about running into GD randomly and creating a wonderful relationship out of a small encounter, but now that it was actually happening, I couldn’t even turn to look at the superstar. From behind us, I heard a chuckle and a throat being cleared.

“Uhm, excuse me—miss?” His manager slightly tapped me on the shoulder. “Aren’t you going to push your floor?”

Ash looked past me toward the numbers and gasped again. “Holy shit,” she said barely loud enough for even me to hear.

“Um I—uh…we’re on the 18th floor, too…” I stuttered quietly, flashing my key cards in his direction as proof. As Ash and I exchanged looks of shock, the three men started speaking to each other lowly in Korean.

Ash nudged my side, knowing full well I could understand them, but I was reluctant to listen in on their conversation. After receiving dirty looks, however, I finally gave in to both Ash and my own curiosity.

“All I’m saying is that maybe you should switch with me. You might not have a body guard right down the hall, but you won’t have fans bombarding you,” his manager whispered, trying to make his tone light-hearted to mask their heavier conversation from us.

“Is it really that big of a deal, though? I mean, they aren’t even being annoying right now. I think I can handle this one, man.” My legs almost melted at the sound of Jiyong’s smooth voice, and the sound almost kept me from hearing his body guard’s response.

“Yeah, but you never know. They could just be in shock. Didn’t you see the girl in the camo? She looks like she might be a crazy one when the shock dies down.”

Before I could stop myself, I gasped and whipped my head in his direction, sending off a glare that met three confused and bewildered faces. My eyes widened with the realization that I had just given myself away, and I was lucky when Ash pulled me out of the elevator.

“Oh, yeah, she speaks Korean, by the way!” she yelled behind her, speed-walking with me in tow. As we rounded the corner closer to our room, a maid dropped a stack of folded towels right in front of us.

“Oh, miss, I am so sorry,” she began, but I cut her off by reaching down to help her pick up her fallen linens.

“Please, don’t apologize, accidents happen.” As I smiled up at the maid, Ash started to chuckle and look past us to the three men also coming down the same hallway as our room. I sprung up to get closer to our room, taking the key out of its sleeve to unlock to door.

As I make my way quickly into the room, Ash yells behind her. “Oh, and she’s a huge fan of yours!”

Throwing my bags on the ground and myself on one of the beds, I covered my face in embarrassment.

“So, what did they say in the elevator?” Ash asked, scanning the room with her newly found luxury. I sighed and sat up, looking at my outfit in the mirror across from me. My ripped jeans were hiding under the oversized t-shirt and camo jacket, and my black boots were now hanging half-way off my feet as I tried to get comfortable. My face was red as I took off the yellow-tinted glasses I was wearing to look at my best friend.

“Basically, they’re worried about GD being on the same floor as us, he doesn’t seem to mind much, and then the big guy said we could be crazy and that the ‘girl in the camo’ looks like the crazy one,” I said, using my fingers to quote the air before resting my chin in my hand.

“Wow, I guess I’m not the crazy one anymore.”

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Later that afternoon, Ash and I headed downstairs to dinner and to find a liquor store that sold cheaper alcohol that what they sold by the drink at the bar inside the hotel. We briefly ran into GD and his entourage as we left our room, finding Jiyong to be in the room exact opposite from ours. We ate an expensive burger at one of the restaurants in the hotel, and by the time we made it back to our room after shopping around and buying a good-sized bottle of vodka, it was midnight.

We made ourselves drinks and talked about the events of that day, and how lucky we were to see GD up close and personal, even if his body guard said I looked crazy. In the end, we decided to brush it off and take it as him just doing his job. After all, we wouldn’t want him to slack off and put Jiyong in actual danger if we really were super crazy. As we finished off our drinks, I continued to tell Ash how excited I was for the concert the next night, only to find her sound asleep when I turned to face her. Although I wanted to keep talking to her all night, I knew she was tired and figured I should get some rest, too.

Thirty minutes later, however, I realized I was just not getting any sleep. Slipping out of bed, I shoved my feet in a pair of slippers and threw a silk robe over the shorts and tank top I had put on for bed. I grabbed my phone and a room key before quietly making my way down the hall to the sitting area next to a wall of windows. I sat in the silence of the night, watching the way the city lights twinkled across the sky, something I had found a fascination with in every city I stayed in. As I took a couple of photos with my phone, I noticed a tall figure out of the corner of my eye plopping themselves down in the chase across from me, making me yelp and jump a foot into the air above my seat.

“Hey, oh, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” the voice cooed with a heavy accent, seeming to be laced with genuine concern.

When I brought my crossed arms away from my face, my mouth automatically positioned itself into a perfect ‘o’ as I got a good look at the man in front of me. Jiyong’s face shifted from concern to a shy smile as we made eye contact, and I curiously scanned him for any signs of potential danger. He might have been my personal favorite artist, but it was 2 AM and this was a hotel. He chuckled and scooted to the edge of his chair, extending his hand towards my guarded figure.

“Sorry, I just recognized you from the elevator and thought I would introduce myself. I’m Jiyong, but I’m guessing you already knew that? I don’t mean that to sound very…full of myself, I just never know how to introduce myself to people who are already…you know, who already know me.” His smile was wide, and I found myself relaxing as I reached for his outstretched hand.

“Y/N. Sorry about the incident in the elevator. I really didn’t want you worrying about two fangirls when you’re in your hotel. I bet it could get really annoying to not have much privacy,” I explained, trying to make the situation earlier seem less awkward. “And please, if you would prefer you can speak to me in Korean. As my friend, Ash, kindly yelled out, I do speak it pretty well.”

He smiled and leaned back into his chair. “Thank you, really. My English is pretty good, but it’s hard sometimes to gather my thoughts. Are you fluent?”

“I guess so. I’ve been speaking it since I was maybe twelve. It’s a long story, but it has to do with my grandfather and my impending business career,” I laughed, waving him off.

“That’s really cool, though. It’s tough to learn a language other than your mother tongue. Believe me, Japanese and Cantonese kick my ass.”

I laughed and gave him a big smile. “So, what are you doing out here this late, anyhow? And without your babysitters? Oh, sorry, I really hope that isn’t rude…” I started to backtrack, realizing how it sounded.

“No, it’s true! Sometimes I need a break from them,” he genuinely laughed, a sound I had never heard through the internet. “I just sometimes can’t sleep and need some time for myself, you know? It sometimes gets lonely in a big hotel room that’s big enough to sleep a family of four. Sometimes I just get…lonely. Anyways, why are you out here at 2 in the morning? You can’t even use jet lag as your excuse!”

“Oh, I just couldn’t sleep. Ash fell asleep on me and I just thought I’d sit out here for a bit. Just feeling a little grateful for my life right now,” I smiled before continuing in a small voice. “Plus, I’m pretty excited for your concert tomorrow.”

Jiyong threw his head back with a laugh, a sound I was beginning to crave after the little time we had been sitting together. “Well I hope I don’t disappoint.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fantastic.”

He smiled and his gaze felt heavy on my cheeks, causing me to flush with embarrassment.

“So, what do you do for a living?”

“Well, I just got my bachelor’s degree almost a year ago in Business Management, and I landed a big job right before graduation at this huge company writing their training programs. It’s a really great job. I get to work from home, unless I’m traveling to give a seminar. I originally had plans to go to law school, I even have an internship with some pretty big lawyers in my area, but I’m not sure anymore. It’s not official yet, but a CEO position is in the works with a company that my grandfather was close with. I don’t know, we’ll see. Anyways, it actually sounds pretty boring out loud. It definitely dulls in comparison to your job,” I chuckled, leaning up against the back of the lounge chair I sat on.

“No, no! You sound like a very dedicated person. I like that. What do you want to do? Do you want to go to law school?” He leaned forward, seemingly interested in my answer. This was bizarre. My favorite superstar sitting across me, asking me about my life, and genuinely being interested. I could feel my entire body heating up in the center of his attention.

“I mean, I do. I did. I don’t know, this CEO position will allow me to travel and have creative influence on the products and projects. I just almost feel like I’m not earning it, you know? Like I’m only being offered because my grandfather was some big shot. I work really hard for what I have, and I don’t like the icky feeling when someone tells me I only have what I have because of who my grandfather was. I mean, he wasn’t even that present in my life.”

When I was finished, Jiyong sat with his lips pursed for a few seconds before responding to my spiel. “Well, maybe you aren’t being given the position, maybe you were chosen because of your drive. From what little you’ve told me, you seem like a very dedicated and hard-working person. Maybe you should give it a shot; you can always go back to law school if it ever comes back up.”

For the first time that night, I gave him the biggest smile I had to give. We sat in a comfortable silence, gazing out the window to the city beyond. It was nice, but I was afraid our moment would be cut short any time soon.

“So, are you really that lonely?”

Jiyong’s gaze slowly met mine before it drifted off to the city lights again. He stood and approached the window, sliding his hands in his pocket with a sigh.

“Sometimes. When I’m performing, I feel the adrenaline and I am so grateful for the life I was given. Not that I’m not grateful when I’m off the stage, too…”

I timidly made my way to his left side, standing a couple of feet from his position in front of the window. “But other times, I feel like everything and everyone is watching my every fucking move and I have to be beyond perfect. It’s suffocating sometimes.”

I watched as he used his index finger to outline the buildings of the skyline in front of us on the glass. “I can understand that. It’s like when you’ve been carrying a box full of shit just fine until someone starts watching you and says, ‘hey don’t drop that,’ and you fucking drop it.”

“Great metaphor,” he chuckled.

“But seriously, you shouldn’t have to sacrifice your own happiness and well-being for someone else’s. It’s human nature to want to create the most happiness, but sometimes we forget that we can only feel our own, you know? It’s hard to do, I know. I’m probably being really hypocritical right now, but I do believe it.”

Jiyong turned on his side, leaning his slim frame against the thick glass of the window to look at me with a small smile on his face.

“I really enjoy listening to you talk,” he said, no doubt turning my face into a tomato.

I hadn’t realized we were standing so close until he took a hand out of his pocket to move the piece of hair I didn’t know was dangling at the side of my face. It was a seemingly innocent gesture at first, swiping at it as a good friend would, but when his hand slid past my cheek and behind my ear, I noticed the first glance towards my mouth. His tongue darted across his bottom lip and I found myself leaning in closer to the sight. When our lips touched, it seemed like the world had stopped turning for a second. The kiss was light and sweet, his lips soft and his mouth tasting slightly of spearmint and tobacco. He held my face delicately in his hands, as if he might break me if he held on too hard, and my hands moved up to rest on his stomach. I was definitely turning into putty in his hands, and I knew he was getting weaker with every peck.

Suddenly, a gasp interrupted us, and we jumped apart in shock. The cleaning lady quietly and quickly said her apologies before rushing past the sitting area, avoiding any and all eye contact. I looked over to see Jiyong’s pink face with his hand rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. He shyly looked over at me and smiled, running a finger through his hair.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” I asked, crossing my arms in defense.

“I shouldn’t have done that without…warning, I guess? Being so in the open? I don’t really know what I’m apologizing for. I’m definitely not sorry for liking it,” he smiled, taking a few steps closer.

“I—uh…yeah,” I said, hanging my head down to hide my flushing cheeks.

“Anyways, do you want to hang out a little more in my room?” he said before his eyes went wide and he started backtracking. “I-I…I mean you don’t have to if it would make you uncomfortable, I just wanted to hang out with you some more and I didn’t want to chance someone who knows who I am seeing and I know your friend is asleep so I just thought…you definitely don’t have to if you don’t want to.” I smiled as he became visibly anxious, hoping I didn’t take his invitation the wrong way.

“Sure, I’m really not very tired anyways.”

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The mood was light and fun as Jiyong and I sat cross-legged on his bed playing Never-Have-I-Ever with our fingers. We had learned many things about each other, including Jiyong’s embarrassing mistake of getting in the wrong car and his concert being the first I would ever attend the next day.

“I cannot believe you have never been to a concert before!”

“Nope, you’re going to be my first,” I said, causing us both to laugh at my choice of words.

“Well, how about you and Ash come to the rehearsal, too? I can get you tickets and backstage passes, if you want.”

I stared at him in bewilderment and wondered just how I got into this situation, sitting in front of the one and only G-Dragon, being offered VIP tickets. “Uhh—yeah! That would be so cool! I mean, if you are okay with it, I guess,” I said, backing off when I heard my inner fangirl bubble at the surface.

“Okay, then. Now, it’s my turn I believe. Never have I ever…” he looked down at his one remaining finger and my two while strategically thinking. “Never have I ever ridden a horse.”

“What?! Oh, come on!” I cried as I held up one remaining finger. “You’ve seriously never ridden a horse? Not even when Youngbae rode one for the Bae Bae music video?”

“Nope, not even then. I’ve always wanted to, though!”

“Ugh, okay. Well let’s see…I’ve got to make you lose.”

“Wait! I have an idea. Loser grants winner one wish. Deal?”

I eyed him warily before nodding my head in agreement. “Okay, fine. I have the perfect one. Never have I ever made out with a dancer!”

He laughed and pointed his remaining finger at me. “Not true! You just kissed me!”

“You’re far from a dancer!” I fought back, making Jiyong fall back onto the bed in a fit of laughter.

“That’s fair, but also…” he said, sitting back up. “I’ve never made out with a dancer, either.”

He laughed again when my eyes widened and my mouth hung open.

“What!? Ugh, okay, lay it on me.”

Jiyong contemplated for a minute, tapping his finger on his lips, showing you every chance he got that he was still in the game. After a while, an evil grin took over his face, and I nervously awaited his statement.

“Never have I ever…made out with someone of the same sex. And kissing and making out is totally different, by the way.”

I gaped at him, eyeing him up and down before slowly pulling my last remaining finger down into my palm.

“What?! I didn’t really think it would make you lose.”

“It was a long time ago, I was drunk, let’s move on,” I said, falling back onto the bed.

“Okay, okay. I guess it doesn’t really matter, since I won! You owe me one wish, Y/N.”

“Okay, Jiyong, one wish. What is it your tiny black heart desires?” I asked, leaning up on my elbows to look at him.

Jiyong laughed and leaned forward slightly before whispering his wish.

“Kiss me.”

My head whipped in Jiyong’s direction as he made his wish, biting my lip when I found him already staring at my mouth.

“Well, I mean, I don’t want to be a sore loser,” I said before sitting up better to reach his face.

He slowly leaned into me, our noses barely grazing each other’s until our lips finally touched for the second time that night. His lips were still soft, his most still tasted intoxicating, but unlike the kiss before, this one was a little firmer, a little hungrier. He pulled away for a brief moment as a sort of test before he repositioned his lips back onto mine. I placed my hand on the back of Jiyong’s neck, pulling him into me more as he took it as a sign to deepen the kiss. His hands found my hips, pulling on me until I was straddling his waist as he sat flush against the headboard.

He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, eliciting a small moan from the bottom of my throat. I could feel him smile into the kiss, and I decided to get a little revenge by biting lightly on his lip while gently pulling at the end of his hair. The groan I received in return was more than enough to set me on fire, subconsciously moving my hips slightly into his. As my clothed core made contact with his sweat pant-clad bulge, we both made an audible gasp, our lips parting for a mere second, and Jiyong pushed his hips further up to meet mine.

With our hips still moving together and his bulge growing bigger and bigger, Jiyong pushed his hands up under my tank top to caress my waist and slip his hands past the back side of my shorts. He soon left my mouth to trail his kisses down to the base of my neck, to the backside of my ear, and the top of my cleavage. All the while, the feeling of his rough fingers sent shivers down my spine, and I flung my rode across the room in one quick motion. Jiyong chuckled into my neck and continued to raise my tank top until it sat just above my bra, suddenly trailing his hands back down my side.

In frustration, I unhooked my bra and pulled it off along with my tank top in a rush. Jiyong’s mouth left my body to gawk at my chest, and I suddenly became very aware of my naked breasts, covering them with my arms as my face and neck turned red.

“Don’t, baby.”

Jiyong’s eyes were full of adoration as he peeled my arms away from my chest and rested them on his clothed chest. He reached up to take a breast in each hand, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over each nipple gently. I threw my head back at the feeling of him touching me, letting a small moan run past my lips.

Jiyong’s t-shirt soon became a barrier that needed to go, and he was more than happy to shed the material when I tugged on the hem. Our lips reattached briefly before he flipped us over, nestling himself comfortably between my legs. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his dick pressing against my core through our clothes, twitching my hips up in need of that sweet, sweet friction. His kisses began to travel once again down my body, leaving open mouthed kisses down my chest, on each of my nipples, and trailing down my stomach until he reached the hem of my shorts.

He looked up at me and I moaned as he hooked his index fingers into the top of my shorts, pulling them down slowly until I was left in my dark blue panties. He came back to my mouth, kissing me urgently as his fingers slowly outlined my lips through my panties. The slower he traced, the wetter I became, and I was soon pulling on his hair and wanting more. His lips left mine and he locked eyes with me as his hand slipped inside my panties, my mouth dropping open in pleasure.

“Damn, baby, you’re so wet. Who made you this wet?” The sweet, shy boy that had innocently invited me into his room was long gone, and all I could do was moan in response.

Jiyong’s body once again moved down my body until his mouth hovered over my clothed core. He placed an open-mouthed kiss to the outside of my panties, just south of my clit, before he vigorously tore off my panties in one swift motion. I thrusted my hips up with the new-found breeze, but Jiyong locked his arms around my knees to keep me in place as he kissed around my lips.

“Fuck, would you just—please baby,” I moaned as he finally plunged his tongue deeply along my slit. His tongue worked hard as I moved the little I could under his hold. He looked up at me as he came up to suck on my clit, driving me closer to the edge that I was already quickly approaching.

As I pushed my fingers through his hair, Jiyong circled his index finger around my opening, slowly pushing it in as I began to moan louder at my approaching orgasm. His mouth sped up to drive me off the edge, and his finger curled up to hit a sweet spot as I spasmed and crunched up with the intensity of my release.

I twitched as I pulled on his head, trying to pull his mouth away from my oversensitive lower half. When he finally made his way up to my mouth, he replaced it with the flat of his hand, slowly rubbing me in soothing circles.

Jiyong sweetly kissed my lips, as if he hadn’t just given me the best orgasm of my life, and I laid there trying to catch my breath.

“Oh my god.”

“Yes?” He giggled, the cockiness vanishing as a genuinely caring smile graced his face.

I pulled him by the neck to kiss him again when I noticed he was still in his sweatpants, a dangerously hard cock just waiting to be freed.

“Um, Jiyong? You need some help here?” I said, ghosting my hand over the outline of his hardness through his pants.

“Oh, please. I thought you would never ask,” he groaned as I slipped my hand inside his boxers.

I pushed him down on the bed beside me before kissing down his chest and pulling his boxers down along with his sweatpants. The sight of his erection made me tingle, and I settled myself between his spread legs. I looked up at Jiyong as I lightly licked the tip of his length, sliding my hand down the shaft towards the base. I slowly started to move my hand as I engulfed the head of his cock, watching as his face contorted in pure bliss. His hand came down to the back of my head, and I welcomed the slight thrust he gave for me to take more of him into my mouth.

As I moaned around his dick, he screwed his eyes shut, stroking and moving the hair out of my face. Suddenly, Jiyong pulled me away from him, causing me to look up in confusion.

“I want to fuck you, so bad.”

All I did was nod before Jiyong sprang off the bed in search of a condom he had seen in his suitcase. When he returned, I spread my legs in anticipation, rubbing my still-sensitive clit until he managed to roll the condom on.

Jiyong placed a pillow under my lower back and lent down to kiss me sweetly. As we kissed, I could feel his tip lightly pushing against my entrance, and it took all that I had to not buck my hips and force him to enter me.

“Are you ready?” He whispered against my ear.

“Yes, baby, please.” I would have usually hated that I sounded so whiny, but in the moment, all I could care about was feeling him deep inside of me.

He slowly entered me, giving me time to adjust to his cock, and paused when he was all the way in. I threw my head back in pleasure at the feeling of him filling me up, and in no time I was ready for him to move.

“Jiyong, please move. It feels so good.”

The moment the words left my mouth, Jiyong was drilling into me with more might and speed than I had ever experienced with any past boyfriend. He was set at a relentless pace, and I was going to cum any minute.

“I’m c-cumming, oh my god!”

Instead of letting up, Jiyong fucked straight through my second orgasm, and a few strokes later, he emptied himself into the condom. He collapsed onto my chest, keeping his weight on his elbows, as he buried his face into my neck, placing soft kisses there. He finally peeled himself away from my sticky body and threw the condom away, quickly making his way back to the bed.

“You can stay here, if you want?” Jiyong commented, not waiting for a response before throwing the duvet over our naked bodies and pressing himself up against my backside. I hid my face behind my hand and nodded, a smile taking over my pink-tinged face.

“Why not?” I said, turning to peck his lips one last time before sleep overtook us.

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