#and guy has never once heard a single song in his life. i think one fall out boy chorus would kill him instantly

[hamiltonaf]

Jealous Lewis would also be great.😅 Love your writings❤️ They are so unique.

Jealousy | Lewis Hamilton

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: None

A/N: Hi lovelies. This took a while to write because I had so many scenarios running through my head and finally settled on this one. Sorry if it ended abruptly, it’s literally 2am and also, sorry for the disappointing title lol.. I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you guys enjoy - thank you anon for requesting .xx

(Y/BF/N) - Your Best Friends Name

(Y/F/N) - Your Friends Name

I couldn’t believe that the time has come for my best friend to get married. She beat me to it. I was over the moon for her at the time she FaceTimed me to share the news, fast forward to the present, it’s her bridal shower day. Of course, I, as her best friend, had to be the one to throw her a bridal shower she’ll never forget.

I felt awful when I found out that Lewis’ was arriving back on the same day as the bridal shower, though I did let him know beforehand and it wasn’t a big deal since I’d only be away for a few hours.

I got ready quite early to help some of the girls set up at (Y/BF/N)’s house. Luckily one of the other girls made it their sole duty to distract (Y/BF/N) for the day so we didn’t have to worry about that.

At perfect timing, (Y/BF/N) had a blindfold on her eyes and was lead through to the house. Once the 3 seconds were over, we gave her the go ahead to remove the blindfold which made us all erupt in screams.

The formalities followed with all of us playing games, dancing and just acting silly. That was until the real entertainment had arrived. We all heard a buzz at the door and the music was switched off. We all played along and insisted that (Y/BF/N) should answer the door since it’s her house anyway. Two police officers were at the door, “Ma’am, I believe we received a noise complaint from your fellow neighbour.”

“Oh my- I’m so sorry about that. We’ll turn the music down” (Y/BF/N) said worried. “May we come in ?” The officer asked. (Y/BF/N) stepped aside since she was so scared and worried… little did she know what was coming. “Ladies, turn it up” both officers said as I changed the song. Hats were thrown, sunglasses tossed aside, and shirts were ripped open. All the girls erupted in screams yet again and were fangirling so hard.

I stepped aside and watched the fun, as did (Y/F/N) alongside me since she felt uncomfortable, and she was also in a relationship. The rest of the girls were single, obviously except for (Y/BF/N), but they were having the time of their life. (Y/F/N) and I had a good laugh as we cheered on the girls who were enjoying it a little too much.

After all the fun was over, we took pictures with the guys, not thinking that one of us would think of posting these pictures online. We spent the rest of the night having a laugh at old memories and some of the girls were giving (Y/BF/N) advice as if they have already been married which was the biggest joke of all.

Some of the girls were drunk and so was (Y/BF/N), as much as I wanted to stay, I couldn’t abandon Lewis knowing he’s waiting for me at home. Luckily quite a number of the girls were sober, so they were staying behind to look after them for the night. I was so excited to get back home to Lewis and couldn’t wait to see him. It didn’t even cross my mind that my picture with the police officers was viral on social media since some fans follow my friends.

Once arriving home, I rushed in my heels to our front door, eager to see Lewis’ face. “Baby, I’m home !” I called for him. The only noise I could hear was the faint noise coming from the gym.

I watched him do some boxing on the punching bag. Shirtless with beads of sweat dripping down his abs. I think I was drooling. I whistled as I got closer to him, “Hey sexy. I missed you” I smiled as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a hug. I kissed his cheek, then noticing that he didn’t hug me back. “Are you okay ?” I asked concerned. He remained silent and continued punching the bag. “Lew ? What’s wrong ?” I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest.

He shook his head at me, “Uhm care to explain as to what got you so upset ?” I raised a brow. He shut his eyes for a second and stopped punching. He huffed before answering, “You know what you did.” “Well obviously I don’t ? What the hell is going on ?” I asked as I grew angry. “How could you go out tonight and do that knowing I was coming back home today ?” He asked frustrated. “Do what ?” I asked baffled.

“How could you allow those male strippers all over you ? You’re the one that hosted the bridal shower so that only means that you called them !” He stated. “What are you even talking about ? Yeah, I called them but I’m not getting your point ?” I answered confused. “Does this ring a bell ?” He asked as he then showed me my picture taken in between the two shirtless male strippers. “This went viral. Everyone is already talking about how we broke up and here you moved on by posing with these guys” he said as he then placed his hands on his hips.

“Lew what the actual hell. Why didn’t you call me then if this was bothering you ? For your information, I didn’t even get involved when those guys came. Yeah, I called them, but the girls are all my witnesses that I stood aside with (Y/F/N) since we’re the only ones in a relationship. Those guys respected us standing aside from the fun, the only reason (Y/F/N) posted was to thank me” I was pissed off. I notice how the jealousy and anger dropped as his face softened. “Babe I’m so-“ he started. “Save it” I held my hand up to stop him as I left the room.

I guess he took a hint to leave me alone and give me some space. I was packing away my jewellery and heels in our walk-in closet when I heard the bathroom door shut. I tried to kill some time until he was done before I went to have a shower. Once I was done, I did my nightly routine and wore my satin pyjamas before leaving the bathroom.

I walked into the room to see him sat up against the headboard with his phone in hand. I then walked over to my side of the bed and grabbed my pillow - I could literally feel his burning gaze on me - I was prepared to sleep in the guest room for the night just because I’m petty. “Sweetie, where are you going ?” He asked. “To be away from you” I said as I stopped in my tracks with my back facing him before leaving the room. “Oh my days…babe” he groaned as he got up from the bed and ran to stop in front of me.

“Baby please…I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. I was just jealous, and I missed you so much. Seeing you with those guys got me upset because we haven’t been together for 2 weeks” he pouted as he engulfed me in a hug with his face nuzzled in my neck. “Lew, you should’ve known better to jump to conclusions. Besides that, who needs them when I have you” I smirked as he then looked at me with a grin. “That’s what I thought” he grinned as he then placed a hand under my chin to pull me in for a kiss. “I felt like kicking myself seeing you in that dress” he said in between kisses. “Well, you can make up for it” I smirked as he then lifted me up to wrap my legs around his torso.

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[spicyclover]

At the nightclub

Summary: Recently single, you take advantage of the dance floor to find a partner for the night.

Hope you’ll enjoy this part. Let me know in the comments section! And to support me by tipping me!

Little information, I will, for now, only post on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

Thank you, and Enjoy! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

WARNING: Smut +18

It’s inspired by a TikTok I saw early today. You can get check it out. @f1povs_1 on TikTok, it's the story in red. :) 

She’s at the club with a group of friends. Enjoying the nightlife of Monaco. She got in a fight with Lance, and it’s over. He broke up with her. She’s miserable, but her friends convinced her to come. Obviously, he has to be there with his friend and a few other drivers she has met several times. 

She tries to enjoy her night with her girlfriends as much as possible but can feel his gaze on her. Every move, every word, every drink is analyzed by him. Often during the night, she got offered drinks by other guys, and the more she felt miserable, the more she needed to drink. 

Her friends dragged her to the dance floor, and she spent the next hours dancing and rubbing herself against guys she had never met. Just enjoying her life. Eventually, she loses her friend in the crowd and ends up in the arms of Pierre Gasly, the Frenchman, the womanizer of formula one. 

“Your hips are magic to my body,” he whispers in her ear, pulling her closer. “Y/n, right? We never really talk.”

“That’s true.” She says, rubbing herself even more toward him. 

“I heard you and Lance broke up.”

“Also true.” She grins and pulls his hair, touching his skin freely as another song plays. 

“You look gorgeous tonight.” He whispers in her ear as their bodies are close, and his hands are on her lower back. 

“Same to you, very handsome.”

They dance together for a while, getting closer and closer. She can “feel” him as they are literally rubbing each other at this point. It’s not even a dance; they are just trying to find some release. 

“I always wanted to kiss you.” He mutters in her ear. She stops and grins.

“You should do it.” She teases him and turns around. Flashing her eyes in his.  

He holds her butt and kisses her. She puts her arms around his neck and kisses him back passionately. Pulling her tongue in his mouth, making him groan. 

“Whoah, now I know what Charles and Lance are discussing.” He laughs and kisses her again.

She ignores what Pierre just said and tries to have some fun. 

Lance is watching her from afar, next to the bar. She makes eye contact and turns back to Pierre to kiss him. He puts his hand on your butt. He sees her and is about to get up from his chair when Charles beats him to it. He pulls her away from Pierre.

“Okay, I think that’s enough.” She rolls her eyes, annoyed by him. 

“I’m single. Let me have some fun.” She takes Pierre's hands and goes away. 

Mick comes next to Esteban, who assists the whole interaction. 

“Is it Y/n with Pierre?” He raises his eyebrows.

“Yes... She wants to make him suffer.” He sighs and nods at Lance, furious in his chair. 

“She still loves him...” Mick turns around and sees Lance running his fingers through his hair.” 

She brings him back to her apartment. 

“You live alone?” Pierre asks in the elevator, kissing her neck. 

“Yeah,” she mutters between breaths. 

“So, we have the apartment for ourselves” He grins, taking her out and getting to her door. “Am going to fuck you so right.” 

Once the door opens, they enter, and Pierre does not hesitate to deepen the kisses because he knows these thoughts have consumed both of their bodies since they dance at the nightclub. 

She leads into the bedroom, removing her dress while walking, making Pierre groans with pleasure. She smirks at him before turning entirely to him, and he can see the wetness between her legs. She sits on the edge of the bed, waiting for Pierre to come closer. 

“Already wet, and we haven’t done anything yet.” He mutters 

She doesn't respond to anything and grabs the hem of Pierre's shirt. Ripping off the buttons all at once. Pierre chuckles with amusement as her hands scramble to undo his trousers. 

She pulls them down, and he steps out of it, groaning, feeling her breath close to his draft. Pierre’s pupils dilate with desire. Seeing her on her knees on the bed while he’s standing in from of her with all his might. 

“His abs are fucking chocolate bar, perfectly designed.” She thinks getting flustered even more by him. The thought of Lance comes into her mind, and she pushes it away. It’s only her and her desire tonight. She wants Pierre, and he wants her. 

She runs her tongue over his toned abs, licking his light, sweaty body. Her hand sliding under the band of his boxer, he tenses, and his length gets harder. She looks up at him, waiting for his approval to remove it. 

He agrees. Not waiting any longer, she takes them off, kissing her way down. Pierre’s brain is clouded with pleasure, and all common sense no longer exists. “Putain, I’m fucking her so hard tonight.”

She slides her tongue over his tip, making him moan softly. Putting a hand on her head, he grabs a portion of her hair, pulling it slightly. Seeing him like it this much, she opens her lips wilder to take him. With one hand, she helps herself to suck his dick, moving it up and down in a steady motion, rubbing her tongue around it.  

“Putain, t’es trop bonne.” He moans. You’re so fucking good.

She picks up the pace, and his moans become louder. She can feel his pre-cum in her mouth, tasting his dick even more. 

“Keep... keep going,” he mumbles, pulling her hair to set a faster pace. “I’m close.”

She sucks and feels him release his seed without warning. Choking on it, he pulls her out, realizing his action. He mutters an apology before taking her in his arm. Trying to catch his breath after his first orgasm of the night. She keeps stroking his dick, keeping his limb hard.

“Lay down,” She orders him, finally catching her breath.

He lays down, looking at her, stripping out of the last clothes she has on. She straddles his hips, taking his hardening erection into her hands and aligns it with her entrance. As Pierre thrusts into her, she lets out a cry of Lance's name by accident. It echoes in the room, but Pierre doesn’t mind. He’s the one fucking her right now, making her moan and cum. 

To apologize, she goes down on his neck, kissing him all the way. Leaving red marks on her way up to his lips. Groans leave Pierre's mouth as he throws his head back in pleasure. The realization that her wetness allows him to thrust in and out of her vigorously, and it’s enough for him to forgive her. 

They find the perfect rhythm, rolling their hips and thrusts simultaneously and at the same pace. Making it easier for Pierre to find her G-spot. The first time he hits it, she cries out his name in his ear. Clawing on his shoulder with her nails. His own nails dug into her hips, probably leaving bruises tomorrow. 

Pierre is not used to not being on top, making this new situation even more, sexier for him. Every thrust, every breath, every kiss makes him harder, and his member grows even further. Her walls quickly clenched around his dick. This whole new sensation causes her to race toward her orgasm. 

She kisses him, biting his lip and feeling him twitch inside her. Pierre thrusts three powerful times, and he releases himself inside of her. She collapses on his chest, still feeling his penis flowing into her entrance. She rolls off him and gaps for her breath. 

“I should do that earlier,” she says as Pierre her head down his chest. 

“Well, you’re welcome in my bed anytime.” He winks at her. 

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[timetoletmyimaginationfly]

It’s That Rare Type Of Love

Nanami Kento x Reader

(Song Inspiration: P.S. I LOVE YOU by Paul Partohap)

Nanami Kento. A man that no one really knows about. One that is mysterious because they only know him as the CEO.

“He’s probably single,” Gojo said while typing up his report.

“Oooh, and pours himself a glass of whiskey after a long day of work. He seems like the whiskey type,” Geto added.

“That actually sounds really nice to have,” Gojo added. Geto nodded. “Let’s go out for a drink tonight.”

“Okay, that sounds like a plan.” Arms were wrapped around their shoulders. They looked up to see Shoko behind them and Haibara behind her. “Yo! Bar tonight?”

“Sure,” Shoko replied, always down to whatever plan they have. She turned to Haibara. “Honey?”

“Yeah, we can go out,” he said with a bright smile. “Should we invite Nanami-san?”

“Nah,” Gojo and Geto said.

“That’s our boss,” Gojo said. “Who hangs out with the boss?” The three of them shrugged.

Haibara looked at the closed door, where Nanami remains engrossed with his work.

“It be a nice gesture,” Haibara said.

“I’m going outside to smoke. Wanna come guys?” The three of nodded and stood up to walk out the building.

It was a beautiful, fall day. It wasn’t too cold nor too hot. The breeze felt nice from the warmth of the sun. Leaves around them were changing colors. It was beautiful outside.

“I need to find a girl,” Gojo said as he saw couples walk past them. A particular woman caught his eye. “Like her!” You wore a rusty, orange dress with brown heels. You held a lunchbox and looked around.

“Invite her out tonight,” Geto said. They watched you pull your phone out. “After her phone call.” Gojo nodded.

“Maybe she has a friend,” Gojo added. Geto nodded.

“We’ll be ready for cuff season,” Geto said. “Maybe we can bring boss man with us. We can find a woman for him.”

They all nodded, agreeing to finally invite Nanami and planning to ask him out once they return back inside.

“Kento-kun!” The four of them turned around. Their eyes widened to see Nanami walk outside with a bright smile on his face. They watched you skip to him and the two of you hugged.

“Well, Boss man has you beat,” Geto said.

“You think she has friends?” Gojo asked.

“That’s sweet, she brought him lunch,” Shoko said.

They slightly jumped back when they saw Nanami look at them. Nanami whispered in your ear and you nodded. He held your hand and lead you to them.

“Smoke break?” Nanami asked curiously. Shoko nodded, finishing her cigarette. She looked at you and waved.

“Girlfriend?” Nanami shook his head and held your hand up, revealing the large engagement ring and matching wedding band.

“Married?!” the boys exclaimed. You giggled. Nanami nodded and introduced them to you.

“How come we never noticed?!” Gojo exclaimed, slightly sad that he knows that he’ll never have a chance with you.

“I don’t talk about my personal life,” Nanami said then looked at Gojo and Geto. “I may not arrive home alone since I’m not single but my wife and I like to drink some sort of alcohol beverage together.”

“Oh, you heard us.” Nanami nodded.

“If the stand still offers, I would like to join you guys tonight,” he said. “May my wife come?”

“I-I don’t want to intrude,” you said. Shoko smiled and held your hand.

“Please come!” she pleaded excitedly. You smiled.

“Okay! Kento-kun, should I meet you guys?”

“I’ll pick you up, sweetheart.” Seeing Nanami smile warmly at you was such a sight for them.

“Great! Nanami-san! You should spend more time with us! Better yet, I’ll make sure to invite you and your wife,” Haibara said. Nanami blush, another surprising action for the guys to see.

“Kento-kun would love that!” you said excitedly. “I’ve been bugging this grumpy butt to make friends, but I can understand why it would be difficult. Well I shouldn’t hold you all up. It was nice meeting you guys.”

“Likewise!” said the boys. You hugged Shoko and then turned to Nanami.

“Have a good rest of the day,” you said happily. Nanami smiled and leaned down to kiss your lips softly.

“Thank you for bringing my lunch,” he said softly. “You’re going to go shopping?”

“I might as well,” you said. “Utahime’s wedding is coming up.” Nanami pulled his wallet out and gave you his card. You blushed and shyly thanked him. You still prefer him to not do that, but you knew he would make sure you had his card on you at all times if you wanted to shop.

“Get anything you want, sweetheart,” he said and kissed you again. With one last kiss, you waved at the group as you left. Once you were out of sight, Gojo looked at their CEO.

“How’d you win her over?” he asked, curious as ever. Someone so bubbly with someone they find to be too serious.

“High school sweetheart,” Nanami answered proudly.

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[digitalstardust]

TFP Optimus, Ratchet, Bumblebee and Arcee with a human s/o that likes to sing

Hi everyone! I know that I said I would post Part 2 of Wildest Dreams this week, but I'm not sure when I would finish it since I have a TON of work to finish, so I'll see do I get around to finish it at all.

There are a couple of songs that I will mention and the links' below! There are some in Chinese and Korean, so if you want the translation you can search it up or ask me for them :)

Enjoy!

Notes: Fluff, fluff, gender neutral reader

TEAM PRIME

Optimus Prime

Optimus has a pretty nice voice so I would say he used to sing before the war.

He was relatively shocked to find out that you sang too.

He found out one day when you and the humans were having fun and goofing around. Miko was trying to sing a song in Mandarin and the kids were covering their ears due to the limited Mandarin words she could speak.

You took that as a chance and took over for her, not missing a single word and reaching every high note.

That left them speechless and left you with a very red face.

After that, he would silently with you would sing all the time.

You can't blame him, honestly, since he has a love for music too.

I think the music on Cybertron is quite different from Earth, so he would love to listen to you sing.

He doesn't care if you sing well or not, he just loves your voice.

His favorite song would probably be 'Something just like this' because it somewhat reminds him of the life he had when he was a clerk in the Iacon Hall of Records.

He would probably ask you to sing for him when he's feeling down.

He would also sing for you when you don't feel well or is feeling sad, and honestly that man has the voice of a god.

You are the only one he sings to, so don't abuse that privilege.

"I've been reading tales of old, the legends and the myths..."

Ratchet

This man... He is the complete opposite of Optimus Prime.

He would pretend he hates your singing because it 'disturbs him' but he actually looks forward to listening to your voice.

He discovered that you loved to sing when he heard you singing when working one day.

He grumbled and asked if you could stop because it was disrupting his work and when you didn't stop, he went over to see what was going on.

It turns out you had headphones in and couldn't hear him, still singing to whatever song you were singing to.

He secretly enjoyed your singing and was somewhat disappointed when you stopped.

But of course he said 'Thank Primus' or something along those lines.

He would pretend to hate your voice so much that you actually believed it and stopped singing.

Once he saw you crying in one of the vents (how did you get there?) and was surprised when you said you were crying because of how unconfident you felt whenever you sang.

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize that he was the reason you felt unconfident.

He immediately apologized and reassured you that you have a beautiful singing voice.

Honestly... That's just the way he is. A pretty nice guy pretending to be a jerk for some reason.

He hates to admit that he wants to hear you sing, but you usually know what he wants and sings for him.

His favorite song would be '白月光与朱砂痣', because it's the song you sang when he first discovered your beautiful voice. Even though he doesn't completely understand the lyrics, it sounds peaceful and soothing.

"白月光在照耀 你才想起她的好..."

Bumblebee

This boy is the most supporting boyfriend anyone could ever have. You are lucky to have him. Do not break his heart or you would be seeing me tonight.

He's young. Like really young. He was born into the war so he has little time where he could actually let loose and be a child, despite him always acting like one.

He has this certain pressure on him to be mature and a warrior, so he has never had a peaceful life.

He loves music on Earth, especially hype music. He would be the type that hates classical music since it's too boring.

A Kpop fan. A huge one. He would be listening to Kpop 24/7, and I'd say that his favorite band is Stray Kids (because who doesn't love them)

He would be the type that doesn't go out of his way to learn a song or a certain dance but just jumps to the rhythm and hums to the music.

He discovered your singing voice when you were singing to a tune under your breath when you heard the song coming from his speakers.

Needless to say he asked you to sing it again and again.

He would watch all the MVs and try to dance along (and breaking stuff in the process)

His favorite song would be 'Zoo', indefinitely. He loves the beat and the rhythm, and it makes him feel alive. It makes him want to jump up and dance, so it would be a bad choice for music when he's driving.

"Head to toe, cool like a lion, CEO, boss like a bison..."

Arcee

I feel like she wouldn't like songs that are too noisy because they actually disturb her (unlike a certain person mentioned above) but she wouldn't like songs that are way too quiet.

She would listen to classical music when trying to focus or work, but overall she would like to listen to songs that aren't too boring but aren't too hype.

I think she would be a great singer but decides not to because she needs to focus on whatever she's doing, same when she was back on Cybertron.

If she's a good singer, then she would be an even better dancer.

She's really agile and quick on her feet (unlike me lmao) and she could hear the beat in music 10 times faster than anyone else and can come up with dances for every song.

She used to be a dance teacher as a part-time back at Cybertron and was good at it. Why do you think she can do cartwheels, backflips and splits without a second thought? She was either a gymnast or dancer and I'm saying dancer.

She would somewhat be like Ratchet, not going to admit she loves your voice but not going to say she hates it too.

She discovered your love for singing when Miko was learning a new song to dance and sing to when you popped in.

Since she was Japanese, it was a bit hard for her to learn something in Korean, despite them being similar (I'm saying this because I have that difficulty too, but for those that don't have this problem correct me pls).

You popped in and taught her how to pronounce the words correctly and proceeding to sing the song yourself.

She was pleasantly surprised, to say the least.

I think her favorite song would be Chandelier by Sia, because it sounds really nice and she just loves the song for some reason.

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I might make a second part with the rest of Team Prime or the Decepticons, but we'll see. I was going to make a full Team Prime for this one, but I didn't have enough time.

Songs are below:

Something Just Like This (Optimus):

白月光与朱砂痣 (Ratchet)：

Zoo (Bumblebee):

Chandelier (Arcee):

This wasn't good, I know but it was an idea I had and I wanted to finish it before I lost motivation :(

See you next week!

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[harlowtales]

Jack finds out his daughter has talent but has to deal with her attitude first 😒

18 + only - Adult themes,drama,romance

“For the 3rd time Patricia. Go Change!” Jack said ordering his daughter back to her room to take off her mini skirt and tank top.

“Not fair!!” Patricia said stomping back upstairs and slamming the door to her room.

Jack found her with her face buried in her pillow sobbing. He made her jump when he put his hand on her shoulder.

“Bug.” He said gently “I..I’m sorry for yelling, but I can’t let you go out like that.”

“Daddy so not fair. I’m not a slut!” Patricia cried

“Exactly so don’t dress like one.” Jack said sternly “I can get you a top notch stylist to show you how to dress for fashion and taste.” Jack offered but Patricia was more offended.

“So now not only am I a slut but I have no fashion sense or taste?!!” She fumed. “This is about Jordan isn’t it?” She questioned “You don’t like him. Just say it.”

“I don’t think you’re a slut at all Patricia, and Jordan is a nice guy…for another girl, just not my daughter.” He explained.

“You are such a snob! Uncle Clay was right.” She said meanly

“Wait what? Don’t listen to Uncle Clay.” Jack said sternly “You’re not wearing that so take it off and then if you decide to talk to me with some respect, you can go to the movies.”

“Don’t worry about it because I’m just going to stay trapped in my tower!!! When did you become so lame!” She raged. It was clear Patricia was in no mood. Jack decided to leave her alone.

“Umm Y/N, this weekend with Patricia is not going well.” Jack said solemnly as he called you for help.

“That’s weird because you’re so good with words.” You said mocking him. It was just like Jack to call you when he hardly had Patricia on weekends due to his schedule and having other fun. What you didn’t realize was he always did everything for Patricia. He was just staying visible at all the parties but he preferred being with his daughter any day of the week.

“She has Instagram you know Jack. She sees her dad all over the world and not with her and you wonder why she’s disrespectful?” You said angrily.

“Y/N please. Maybe…Maybe we should try again. You and me, I mean us as a family. I’ll slow down, or you guys can come on the road with me. Little Bug needs me now more than ever. I fear she’s going in the wrong direction, hanging around the wrong people. I can’t fucking stand that Jordan kid.” Jack said tiredly. He didn’t know what to do and every time he suggested trying again you shot him down.

Much to his surprise you were quiet.

“Y/N?” Jack asked concerned

“You’re right. You’re fucking right and I hate it.” You said through tears starting to well up in your eyes. You never stopped loving Jack even after a year of separation. “She’s not getting the best of me either. I’m so consumed with getting my business going.”

“…and dating.” Jack blurted out. He heard the rumours.

“Jack I have a right to date.” You said firmly

“You’re not single.” He pointed out as you were still legally married. Jack had kept to himself the whole year of separation even though reports had him connected to a few people. For once in Jack’s life a relationship didn’t end because of cheating. It was because of his true other woman…music. His career was all consuming and everything with you and Patricia fell apart when he forgot the date of her graduation and booked a European tour he couldn’t get out of. His whole family was upset at him for that one.

“Ok I don’t want to fight with you. Maybe I should come by and talk to her.” You said

“That would be awesome…we can go for dinner as a family, or not whatever you’re good for.” Jack said not wanting to push you away but thrilled he would be seeing you.

As Jack was headed back upstairs to tell Patricia her mom was coming and they were going out for dinner he heard her through the door singing what sounded like something she wrote. He stopped dead in his tracks her voice was that beautiful. It was a sad song talking about not wanting to be in someone’s shadow so she’s hiding her light from the dark world. Jack softly knocked on the door. Immediately she stopped, blew her nose and tried to appear as if she hadn’t been singing or crying.

“Baby. That was beautiful” Jack said humbled by her obvious talent.

“It was?” She asked looking up at him like a little girl again.

“I’m truly touched. Did you write that song?” He asked not wanting to pry too much.

“I just wrote it fooling around being upset.” She said sadly.

“You JUST made that up, like while I was gone just now?” Jack said incredulously.

“Yeah it just comes to me like that.” Patricia said clearly oblivious to her gifts.

“Ok I’m not going to push you but...” Jack started to say

“Oh no. No. No. No. you’re not getting me in the studio.” She replied before he could finish.

“Ok we’ll revisit this because maybe you need something constructive to focus on.” Jack said

“Oh you mean other than Jordan.” Patricia retorted.

“That’s exactly what I mean, but you have to know, you are an amazing singer.” Jack complimented his daughter in awe of her.

“I…I am?” She said in awe of her dad. It was her secret dream to tour with him.

“Dead ass.” Jack said

“OMG dad never say dead ass again it’s so outdated” She groaned rolling her eyes.

“Hey…can I come in?” You had overheard their conversation.

“Mom!!!” Patricia ran to you giving you a big hug.

“Hey sweet pea. Rough day?” You said patting her hair lovingly. Jack’s eyes lit up when he saw you. “You have to respect daddy. We talked about this remember?”

“He’s being so lame mom.” Patricia said like Jack wasn’t there.

“Hey, I have a suggestion. Why don’t we pass by Ceviche for dinner?” Jack offered

“I’m literally starving.” You said smiling at him which was not your usual demeanour in his presence.

“Can Jordan come?” Patricia asked

“No Jordan.” Jack said bluntly. He clearly wasn’t changing his mind about Patricia’s boyfriend. “And I want you on the road next tour. You gonna do this music thing, you have to learn it’s hard work.”

A little smile crept onto Patricia’s face. “Are you being serious?” She said seeming to come out of her dark cloud

“As a heart attack” Jack answered with his hand on his heart in earnest.

“Ughhh! You are the ultimate dork.” Patricia said “But I love you dad.” She left her mom’s embrace and went over to Jack giving him a huge hug that filled him with joy.

“Now change that outfit and let’s go eat.” He said

“Lame.” Patricia said cracking a slight smile.

“Y/N” Jack said in a low soft voice as he had you alone in the hallway. He pulled you close unexpectedly.

“Jack what are you…” You said bewildered and totally unprepared as he drew you into a deep kiss that mesmerized you.

“Doing what I should’ve done months ago.” He said leaning up against the wall like you were in high school days back at Atherton. You and Jack met in math class. He was barely passing and if it wasn’t for you he probably wouldn’t have graduated.

“You wanna sleep over after dinner?” He said smoothly “My parents are out of town”

Patricia came out of her bedroom seeing him pressed up against you and exclaimed “Ewww!!!!” as she pushed past both of you.

You laughed playfully hitting him in the chest saying “Yeah eewww you’re so lame!”

@ride4harlow @okaaay-mice @itsyagirljaz

#jack harlow #romance #fanfic #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow fanfic #dramatic #jack harlow concepts

[yuu-tsuki]

A real, final goodbye

Author notes: Alright so this is my first fanfic on tumblr and it was inspired by @alekspected ‘s story. I would also like to thank them for allowing me to use their concept and ideas 🫣 I hope you guys enjoy. Also please forgive me for my subpar vocabulary and grammar since English is not my first language.

Warnings: Implied suicide, death

Here’s a song to set the mood :3

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(о´∀`о)(*^ω^*)(●´ω｀●)(๑╹ω╹๑ )(*^ω^*)(о´∀`о)

Mammon…

He turned around and smiled brightly “Hey thirteen! How are ya?”

Mammon… you’re not supposed to be here… but why are you?

Mammon pretends to not hear her question whilst turning his back towards her to look at the sea of candles all around the room. “Are ya busy these days? Must be hard having to guard and look over so many souls”

Mammon…stop. Answer the question! Why?! Why are you here?! I know very well that you weren’t supposed to be here…and yet here you are.

“Have ya eat-“ MAMMON.

He flinches at the voice raised against him, his smile falters slightly.

“I got into an acci-“

Don’t lie to me. Do not take me for a fool. My job is to oversee souls and know how EVERY soul dies. This also applies to demon lords such as yourself…I want to hear it directly from you. S-so why?

Thirteen could be heard sniffling behind mammon. He felt guilty that thirteen had to deal with him as a result of his decision.

“I felt that it was time for me to go. I saw that my job was completed and have served my purpose, if…I had any in the first place hehehe…I cannot burden them any longer, so I decided to be selfish one final time”

Mammon. Look at me.

He turned to face thirteen. A slight smile adorning his face.

Thirteen saw and understood why. The once bright shining blue eyes were dull and tired. His face was sunken and it was evident how thin mammon had become with the way his clothes hung loosely on him.

“Please don’t cry…I’m very sorry that you had to deal with me“ NO…don’t… please don’t apologize. Don’t degrade yourself that way…

Thirteen could no longer repress her tears and started sobbing harder. Mammon walked over and hugged her. She stayed in his embrace for a few minutes before pulling away and wiping her tears away.

What..what would you like to be reborn as? I could at least assign you an easier next li-

“That won’t be necessary.”

Wh..what do you mean

“I do not wish to be reincarnated.” His said with an unwavering smile.

“I have lived long enough and had seen what I wanted to see in life. Experienced many things, both good and bad. The memories I have made thus far is my greatest asset. All I can say is that I am at peace. I would like to part with just that”

Thirteen couldn’t help but feel sadder and depressed than she already was. Her heart clenched painfully as mammon said that.

But what about your brothers?

“What about them?”

They’ll-

“Manage…they’ll manage. They will be fine. I have raised them to be capable. So you needn’t worry”

No they won’t!!! How are you so sure?! You’re their brother! How will they manage when you’re gone. FOREVER. Even when a thousand or million years pass, the pain they’ll feel wi-

“You know thirteen…if they really cared as you have said…would I feel so worthless? So useless and pathetic? For so many years, since our fall, I tried my best to be of use to them. To care for them and make sure they’re happy. But no matter what I do… I never got a single thank you. I think you’re aware that I am a relatively simple demon with a very simple way of thinking. I’m not as mentally bright as my brothers but what I do pride myself is my ability to live and care no matter what happens to me. But look where that got me….”

She stood there re-evaluating and processing all the things that mammon has confessed. The the type of treatment mammon received from his brothers. Oh, how ignorant she has been especially when she was one of the key witnesses.

“So, can you let me go?”

Thirteen stared straight into mammon’s eyes and saw the continuing pain and lifelessness resulting from their conversation. Although, his face still bears his signature smile. She really couldn’t fathom how could someone so broken and tortured, continue to smile whilst saying all those things.

Mammon…

“Hmm?” Mammon hummed.

Are you sure that you don’t want to give it a more thorough thought?

“….”

Like I said, you don’t have to disappear completely. I can reincarnate you into an animal or better yet a human! With a wonderful family who would care and give you all the love that you could ever ask for!

“Like I said. I’m sure of it. A wonderful life like that shouldn’t be wasted on someone like me and my decision still stands”

IT IS NOT WASTED ON YOU! Please… please don’t say anymore horrible stuff about yourself. STOP CURSING YOURSELF.

FINE! YOUR BROTHERS TREATED YOU HORRIBLY AND POSSIBLY HATED YOU ENOUGH TO CURSE YOU but have you though about the others? Have you thought about Luke? Simeon? Mephistopheles? Me?

Have you ever thought about the impact of your death and decision to disappear forever would have on us? Don’t you think it’s selfish of you to think so when you have us by your side?

We care… so please don’t…

Thirteen then saw a tear sliding down from mammon’s eye.

“Thank you for all your love and care. I am sorry for causing all of you this pain and I’m grateful that you guys care but… I couldn’t any longer. The pain is too much. If you truly care, you’d let me go. So let me be selfish this one last time?”

“Please?”

Thirteen clenched her fists tightly and tried to stifle her tears. She felt frustrated.

Frustrated that she couldn’t do anything to change mammon’s mind. Saddened that the reason he was here in the first place was the result of him losing his fight with his own demons for so many centuries.

She knows that mammon never asked for anything prior to this. Instead, she is well aware that mammon was always the only one complying to everyone’s requests. Maybe it’s for the best.

Before I let you go…won’t you give it another thought?

“……”

Rubbing her tears away and swallowing the lump in her throat…she walks towards mammon’s already unlit candle and holds it in her hand.

“Thank you, thirteen. You have my gratitude.” Mammon bows as he slowly disappears into nothingness.

The candle has disintegrated. Not a single piece of the candle remain. However, what was left in place of the candle was a shiny piece of Grimm in her hand.

Don’t thank me you idiot….and happy final birthday, Mammon

She clenches her hands as the tears keep flowing nonstop.

How…am I suppose to inform the others?

#mammon angst #obey me angst #obey me mammon #obey me thirteen #mammon dies #obey me #SoundCloud

[taylor-on-your-dash]

11 Questions With Taylor Swift (The Boot - Nov 5, 2007)

At the ripe old age of 17, Taylor Swift is already in the country music history books. She's the only female solo artist ever to write or co-write every song on a platinum-selling debut album. And though the songwriting prodigy is hard at work on her second album, she isn't quite ready to put the CD that's earned her numerous accolades to rest. Swift recently sat down with us to talk about beefing up her eponymous debut. And in true teenage fashion, we also gab about boys, high school drama and how she helped her buddy Kellie Pickler through a tough breakup.

Tell us what's included on the new 'Taylor Swift [Deluxe Edition]' project.

The album has been out for a year, but it's too early to put out the second studio album. But we wanted to give [the fans] more music. So this was an opportunity to put out three new songs and a bunch of exclusive content. I actually edited a home movie on my laptop, and it's on there as a special feature. There's my first phone conversation with Tim McGraw, all my music videos and a bunch of concert footage. The [new] songs are demos that I wrote when I was 15, trying to get a record deal. (x)

Is there a true story behind your current single, 'Our Song'?

I wrote this song in my freshman year of high school for my ninth grade talent show. I was sitting there thinking, "I've gotta write an upbeat song that's gonna relate to everyone." And at that time, I was dating a guy and we didn't have a song. So I wrote us one, and I played it at the show. Months later, people would come up to me and say, "I loved that song that you played." And then they'd start singing lines of it back to me. They'd only heard it once, so I thought, "There must be something here!" (x)

You've toured with some notorious pranksters, namely Rascal Flatts and Brad Paisley. What's the funniest joke that's been played on you?

Brad Paisley hasn't pranked me yet ... because he's afraid of me. [laughs] But Rascal Flatts had all of their crew take fold-out chairs and just sit on the stage during my performance. So there were eight guys, just sitting on stage reading the newspaper. And I'm playing right next to their faces, kinda hamming it up, trying to intimidate them. And I look in the newspapers they're reading, and there are Chippendales models in the newspapers! [laughs] (x)

We hear you wrote a song with Kellie Pickler for her next album.

Kellie came on my bus this summer and was all upset about her ex-boyfriend. She was like, "I just want to be over this!" And she gets up on stage now and tells everyone all about it. She's like [imitating Kellie], "He went out and got some other girl pregnant!" [laughs] And I'm like, "OK, if you want to tell everyone your personal stuff, but there's no better way to get over something than to write it all down." So we went into the back bedroom of my tour bus and wrote this awesome song. It's about how, for the rest of his life, he's going to regret cheating on her. And she's said to me since then, "You know what, I didn't think there was anything I could do to really get past that. But writing that song gave me complete closure." (x)

Is there anything you miss about high school?

I don't think there's really anything I miss, to be honest. There's a lot less drama when you're touring the country on a major tour. And I've actually been to prom before ... twice. So I don't want anyone to feel bad for me. It was really great that I got to experience those first two years of high school, and I'll never forget that. I learned a lot. But I feel like I've had the best senior year ever. (x)

How would you say your young age has helped you and how has it hurt you in the music business?

I think my age has helped me, because I can write about things I'm going through and girls my age can automatically relate. And I think [my age] has hurt me, because in the beginning, people were like, "Teenagers and country music? No way!" And I had interviewers who were dead-set on trying to get me to feel bad about how old I was. But you have to stand by who you are. I am 17-year-old girl, and I'm not ashamed of that. Age should not limit what you can accomplish. (x)

Is there a special guy in your life?

I'm completely single! I think that love is something that hits you when you're not looking for it. So I've been actively not looking for it for like two years. [laughs] I'm always the third wheel on my friends' dates. I have a bunch of best friends who never go more than a month without having a boyfriend. And I think that's kinda rubbed off on me, because I've seen the stuff they've gone through over the past two years. And I'm just like, "I'm gonna pursue my career instead." (x)

Garth Brooks has said that you are one of his daughters' favorite singers. Is that surreal to hear that a living legend is familiar with your music?

He is a living legend! And if you asked me who my hero is, I'd say Garth Brooks. I've met Garth's girls, they're wonderful. They came out to one of my shows. And it's just so unbelievable to see someone like Garth Brooks have kids who like my music. I'm like, "Are you kidding me? Your dad is Garth Brooks!" It's the coolest feeling ever. (x)

Do you have any other famous fans?

I was at the ACM Awards, and Emma Roberts came up to me backstage. She was like, "I just have to let you know, I'm announcing you tonight. And I'm a really big fan." And I was like, "Oh my gosh, I'm going to see your movie this weekend!" It was really cool. She's a sweetheart. (x)

Unlike a lot of other teen celebrities, you have managed to keep out of trouble. How do you resist temptation?

You have to surround yourself with good people who will tell you the things that maybe you don't want to hear -- the things you need to know to not do. I feel like I have an obligation to be responsible. I have a million people who went out and bought my album. Who knows how many of them were young girls? And I always think about the ten year old girl in the front row at my concert before I make a decision. "What would she think if she saw me do this? Would this affect her choices?" (x)

Out of all the milestones you've hit this year -- platinum sales, 8 weeks at No.1 on the country album charts, a CMT award, a CMA nomination -- what's been the highlight of your career?

The highlight of my career so far has been winning the CMT Breakthrough Video of the Year award. It's a fan-voted awards show, so I don't see any greater honor than winning an award that was voted on by fans. It was for my first video that I ever put out ['Tim McGraw'], and I'll never forget the feeling of just running ... bolting up to that stage. It was just the most amazing feeling. (x)

#don't mind this post #i'm compiling them here bc i don't want to put 11 different links in the interview spreadsheet #bc for some reasons the questions are broken down in 11 different pages #taylor swift #taylor swift interviews #writing of debut timeline

[dollarbin]

Shakey Sundays #1:

Neil Young's Neil Young

My buddy Greg asked me last weekend, very earnestly, why Neil Young? Why is he your favorite artist? Why?

Greg likes Neil. But he doesn't own 38 different Neil records which are what he'd grab, along with his kids and, I guess, the cat, if the house was on fire; nor has he temporarily and blissfully lost all sense of hearing after seeing Neil in concert eight glorious times, once driving 7 hours each way on a work night to do so; nor did he sing each of his safe-from-the-fire kids to psychedelic sleep every night of their childhoods with a steady diet of Powderfinger (my son always insisted the first line was "look out Momma, there's a white bird coming up the river"; if I sang boat instead of bird he'd sit up in bed, his doll Carson cradled in his arms, and howl in indignation), Lost in Space and Little Wing.

(By the way, that fire scenario really happened: long ago, when the kids were still little and there was no room whatsoever left in our tiny home, all my records were stored in a family cabin in the woods; one time I watched the backside of the ridge behind that cabin going up in flames and then rushed home to get everyone, and all of my Neil, into the car so we could get the hell out of there. Everyone/thing made it out just fine.)

In other words, Greg's not me. Plus, he grew up a Pearl Jam guy so we were listening to Mirror Ball as a common ground of sorts when the question, Why Neil Young?, was asked. At that point Neil was hollering about the place called downtown, where the hippies all go, so my first, slightly inebriated, explanation - "dude, I don't know, he's just the best" - didn't really fly. After all, the hippies were dancing the Charleston; they were doing the limbo.

Greg's question is a good one. What attribute can you insert after the statement "Neil Young is the best _____" that adequately describes his odd and supreme genius?

"Poet" doesn't work. Sure, Neil can write about roads stretching out like healthy veins and wild gift horses that strain the reins, but he can also dedicate a ten minute song entirely to describing one person's surplus of mashed potatoes.

Nor can you get away with "he's the best songwriter" when he's released at least 6 different versions of the song Dance, Dance, Dance and much of his oeuvre from the past 10 years spews hot, Promise of the Real sized chunks.

Even Neil's newest robot will probably concur: there isn't any single thing that Young is the stand-alone-best at. (Well, maybe he is the best at screaming into his guitar's pickups...)

And yet, for me, the truth has never been in doubt since I first heard Side 2 of On the Beach over thirty years ago: Neil Young is, and always will be, my favorite musician.

So I think it's about time this blog started wrestling with Neil "Shakey" Young himself. That's why I'm kicking off this weekend with the first of many Shakey Sundays: I'm gonna write about every one of Neil's studio albums, in order.

Those of you who only show up to see if I have more to say about John Darnielle's cooking skills: relax. I'll continue to post Dollar Bin posts on other artists alongside this new project. I promise. But be warned, Young currently has 45 studio albums to his name and I have a ton to say about all of them. So this will take awhile.

I'm not making any promises of the real here: I'll surely take some Sundays off, these posts will often appear, like this one, in truly Shakey fashion, on the wrong day of the week, and I may keel over or get a life before I ever write about Storytone or Fork in the Road. But it's time to give this Neil Young thing a shot, a shot that will ring all around the border, like a venom in the sky. Will we make it? Hey, who knows where or when. But let the Dollar Bin's Shakey Sundays begin.

Here we go:

Neil Young did not yet know how to be NEIL YOUNG in 1968. When putting together his debut solo album he:

Overdubbed instruments and vocals alike instead of leaving everything as live and raw as an octopus that's just been tossed up On The Beach;

Brought in ace session musicians and back up vocalists instead of the wandering cast of reckless, drunken fools who he's been working with ever since;

Boxed up (nearly) every raggedy edge of his sound into tiny, bite-sized morsels instead of pummeling us into submission;

Bounced around from one real studio to the next over three months instead of doing it all in a barn or in front of a crackling fire in the night;

Waffled between, and deferred to, three different producers instead of ordering everyone around like they were his private army of Jawas; and finally,

He recorded while sober.

And yet the end result is a lovely, under-appreciated record, one you're fairly likely to pick up in any Dollar Bin to this day. I suspect a lot of casual collectors have bought Neil Young in the last 55 years based on the twin false assumptions that Joni Mitchell painted the cover (she didn't) and that it'll sound, you know, like Heart of Gold. Lucky for you, those buyers listened to the album once, understood none of it, then chucked it. So go get it already.

I remember picking up my own copy for a buck or two. It was the summer of 1992 and I had a bus ticket to take me from my grandmother's house in North San Diego all the way to my buddy Ned's parent's house in Coronado. I was 16 and had the day off from my summer camp job. Every cent of my huge $46/week salary was in my pocket and I had zero bills to pay nor any responsibilities to speak of. That sounds so awesome.

Anyway, there I was on the bus, feeling groovy. I'm not too spontaneous a guy but I saw a record store along the way and got out; there was yet another shop across the street. Encinitas, CA, was a cool place to be 30+ years ago; today I'm sure those store fronts are both dedicated to the kind of high end vegan yoga wear I'd need to take out a home loan to get into. But oh boy, just imagine how good I'd look...

Neil Young was included in my Dollar Bin haul from that afternoon, as was Time Fades Away. Who knows what else; who knows why I remember any of this.

Then again, I know exactly why I remember this: it was one of the funnest days of my life. I showed up at Ned's a few hours later and showed off my new records to a pretty big swath of 16 year old boys. No one was impressed; at that point Neil's only real claim to fame with grungy white kids was that Sonic Youth had opened for Neil the previous year. No one really cared about Sonic Youth; they only cared that Nirvana had once opened for Sonic Youth.

Poor Kurt was still alive and well at that point; he was the most famous musician on the planet. Everyone wanted to talk about him, not speculate with me about the fact that one single song seemed to take up nearly all of Neil Young's B Side.

So, instead of talking about Shakey, we spent the rest of the day, and night, driving from one 7-11 to another all over San Diego county, hunting for the most mythical of Slurpee flavors: Cinnabomb. That's a quest that I suspect a lot of 16 year old boys could still passionately get behind. Sadly, we never found Cinnabomb, but I did learn how to jump out of Ned's Vanagon with everyone else at red lights and make a lap around the car while screaming.

Good times. No, Great Times.

At that point I liked Neil but was still a year away from lifelong devotion. In a future post about Weld (uh oh, maybe I will need to do all the live records too?) I'll describe what it was like seeing him live for the first time a year earlier; I think it permanently altered the shape of my face. But I was too young to really know it yet.

After 31 years of pretty regular listening to Neil's debut, I'd argue that it demonstrates just how many different paths were open to him as he transitioned away from what was essentially a big deal boy band, Buffalo Springfield.

Neil Young opens with The Emperor of Wyoming, one of the most unique tracks Young's ever produced. As the strings play toss with Neil's slick guitars, opening a comfortable prairie scene to the sun, the wind and to our cheerful gazing eyes, we're given the immediate sense that Young could have wound up becoming a proper musician: scoring films, producing for others, you know, making music for normal people.

Missing entirely from the track is any sense of underlying menace, and menace is always a hallmark of Young's best work. Rather, it sounds as though the fine people of Wyoming are all holding hands and working together to build their Emperor a lovely barn, a barn no one will ever convert into a recording studio. Rather, everyone will have access; the people's grain will be safe and the Emperor will bestow handfuls of flowers upon every last one.

It's an instrumental track, and how many of those are on all 45 of Neil's albums? There's all of Dead Man, of course, but that's a soundtrack album. Side 2 of Neil Young opens with another instrumental, as well, one that he seemingly had absolutely nothing to do with. And I think that's it! Neil put this great track together, then never made music like this ever again. Wow.

But there's a back story of course: I think The Emperor of Wyoming is a sequel of sorts to a track Young didn't release, in his classic, mercurial fashion, for another 40+ years. Take a listen to Slowly Burning, recorded under the Buffalo Springfield moniker a year earlier. In actuality it's Young in the studio with session musicians, teaching himself how to make beauty.

Next up on Neil Young is The Loner, and we start to hear the Neil Young we know. There's plenty of that menace I was talking about in the song's titular character: this guy is watching you, probably right now, and if you get off the train at your station alone, he'll know that you are.

But Neil wasn't ready to unleash such menace sonically: every sense of the chaos he'd tapped into on Mr Soul a year and half earlier is immediately strangled off on The Longer, leaving room for full strings. Young was ready to sing about creeps. But he had not yet decided to sound like one.

The drums suck on this track; the guy responsible would go off and found the band Poco, together with the album's primary bass player, Jim Messina, who is the sole member of Buffalo Springfield that Young welcomed into this project (and Messina was barely a member of the band, only playing on their last record). My famous brother will probably soon tell me that Poco is a a big deal band I ought to get into. He's wrong; I know this even though I have never listened to a Poco record; I simply have intuited that they are un poco terrible.

But back to Buffalo Springfield. I debated starting this entire project with their first record. After all, that's the first thing Neil properly released. That record is great for a lot of reasons. For one thing, it demonstrates that Stephen Stills, at least for a moment, didn't suck. But Neil Young is where we're starting!

The most important hold-over from the Springfield era on this record is producer and pianist Jack Nitzsche, one of Neil Young's three outside producers. Nitzsche is a figure of significant folklore: he's like Phil Spector's mini-me: almost as prolific, almost as genius, almost as nuts. There'll be more to say about Jack on future Shakey Sundays. For now, suffice it to say that he was once arrested for chasing his, and Neil's, former lady friend, Carrie Snodgrass, around her home with a handgun. And then, years later, he and Snodgrass got back together.

Nitzsche seems responsible for much of the greatness within the very best song on Neil Young, The Old Laughing Lady. Every version Neil's ever done of the song is wonderful. He hypnotized himself and every one else present with his coffee house version, busked it incognito on an Amsterdam street corner, rewrote it almost entirely for his 76 acoustic tour, complete with train effects, and laid it down in isolated, after hours perfection during the credits of his otherwise dull concert film Heart of Gold. Next up I hope there's a children's choir involved, singing through his vocoder.

Neil Young's studio take of Old Laughing Lady is a masterpiece. Nitzsche's piano lines are subtle and deft; his production corrects the amateur flourishes that undercut the previous year's Broken Arrow: everything is dense and sparse at once, and the backing vocals, led by the incomparable Merry Clayton a year before she laid down some of the best vocals in any rock song ever on Gimme Shelter, are a surging, moaning pulse that's, once again, unlike anything else Neil would ever put on tape.

But arguably the best thing of all on the song is the bass line. Take a listen.

That's not Jim Messina. It's Carole Kaye, the only female member of Phil Spector's studio band, later known as The Wrecking Crew. Light years ahead of her time, Kaye is responsible for a bunch of the best notes in all the 60's. She's the bass player on Pet Sounds and Smile; her playing there reset the entire way Paul McCartney played bass. She's on La Bamba, I Hear a Symphony and Love's Forever Changes, plus hundreds of other songs we all know from the late 50's and 60's.

So why don't we talk about her all the time? Sexism people, sexism. The poor woman was abused by her music teacher when she was 13 years old and wound up marrying him and having his child at age 16. Somehow she rose above this all and broke just about every barrier you can imagine in the studio. And good for her: she bailed on the whole hideous scene two years after playing on Neil Young. Now the internet is filled with sweet images of her like this one:

But why doesn't she play on all of Neil Young? After all, she was in the sessions a year earlier that produced Expecting to Fly and Slowly Burning.

I'm guessing that a) she was too expensive for Neil (she once claimed, without bravado, that she made more as a session musician than she would if she were President of the United States), and b) Neil was already realizing that he's happiest and most successful when surrounded by lesser musicians. No offense Jim Messina, but you didn't freak Neil out with your mad skills. Carole Kaye did.

Much of the rest of the album is filler, stuff Young wrote to flesh out the record and stuff he largely has not returned to since. But most of that filler is great.

Take I've Been Waiting For You. If you set aside Young's uptight, anodyne vocals and the fact that this song is little more than a chorus and a guitar riff, you'll discover that Neil was well on his way to Prince-like studio skills. He stacks up his own organ, piano and guitars atop drums that don't suck. The whole thing, even the unfunny Ha's! in the intro, swings.

But we've got to end this first Shakey Sunday by taking note of the most important relationship Young began during the record. Indeed he says it was one of the most important relationships in his entire life. Supposedly, Neil was hitchhiking in Topanga Canyon at some point in 68 when a guy even crazier than him, David Briggs, picked him up. I guess we'll buy into that story and wonder if we would have stopped for Neil in 1968. Before you jump to any conclusions, remember what he looked like at that point.

I don't know about you, but I'd have left his ass on the side of the road.

Briggs had no real qualifications for producing Young or anyone else at the time. But he quickly supplanted both Nitzsche and Ry Cooder in the production booth and helped Neil make more than half of Neil Young. Briggs had exactly what Neil was looking for at the time, and he's still looking for it now: sublime amateurism, both from himself and from his contributors.

Maybe Briggs taught Neil how to run around the car screaming at red lights during their first drive together; maybe not. But either way, he made Neil happy, and he started to get him truly comfortable in front of a microphone for the first time.

Thank God they found one another. Yes, some of what they made on Neil Young is mediocre for Young, and the album's never-ending final track, Last Trip To Tulsa, is one of my least favorite Neil Young songs (except when the Stray Gators are tearing it into wonderful pieces), but most of the best things we'll talk about in these upcoming posts came from the partnership between Young and Briggs.

And so I hope you're out there right now with a similarly sweet partner of any kind, digging your Shakey Sunday.

#Youtube #neil young #shakey sundays #stephen stills still sucks #carole kaye #paul mccartney #the beach boys #david briggs #jack nitzsche

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my [shared account’s] spotify wrapped, except it’s only the songs that i listened to exclusively because they remind me of RA

#8: Serenade by BANNERS: the biggest Will and Maddie song, if ever there was one. 

#12 It’s Gonna Be OK by BANNERS: hi yes so this was the designated song for George telling Maddie It’s Gonna Be OK after everyone’s died in my Heroes get remembered, but legends never die killing spree. 

#15 Missing You by All Time Low: Gilan being a big bro to Will will forever have a special place in my heart 

#16 Someone To You by BANNERS: at this point I just love this song, but way back when it was one of many Willyss anthems. 

#17 Venus Fly Trap by MARINA: Maddie Maddie Maddie Maddie Maddie Maddie Maddi-

#18 On And On by The Score: hahahahahahahhahaa yes so this was the song I chose for Crowley’s death. anyways. 

#21 Viva La Vida by Coldplay: do I even need to explain myself? okay I will- it’s Halt and Ferris and the crown of Clonmel. 

#22 Where Do You Run by The Score: I don’t fully remember how and why, but I just got Will vibes. 

#24 Home Without A Heart by Blanks: Willyss without me being able to explain why. I just have a vivid memory of thinking about them when I first heard the song. 

#25 Half Light by BANNERS: uhhhhh yea so that’s the song I associate with Halt being deathbed sick. 

#30 Going Home by The Score: the special task force coming home. I wish we’d seen more of that. 

#39 Where The Shadow Ends by BANNERS: look, I just went though a songfic period this spring, and I used this one to write about Cassandra helping Will face his trauma. 

#41 Centuries by Fall Out Boy: an oldie but goldie, but like, look me in the eyes and tell me that most of the RA characters do not embody this song. you can’t. 

#43 Coming Home by Sheppard: I will not apologise for loving the “coming home” trope so much and using it every. single. chance. I have. 

#55 Unsteady by X Ambassadors: ok, I will apologise for the killing spree, but this song was for Will learning of Alyss’s death. I have never been less okay. 

#56 Symphony by Sheppard: WILLYSS WILLYSS WILLYSS WILLYSS I’d literally die for them. 

#58 Young Volcanoes by Fall Out Boy: my friend once suggested this song for “the wards changing and saving the world” and she’s right. 

#61 Ghosts by Banners: will you kill me if I remind you that this song was for Pauline after Halt’s death? because that’s how it ended up here. 

#65 Quarter Past Midnight by Bastille: always thinking of the Redmont wards when I hear this. 

#68 Got It In You by BANNERS: this one I also used for writing Cassandra telling Will that he’s more than his trauma. 

#69 The Anchor by Bastille: Horace trying to help Will, but sometimes it’s awfully hard for Will to believe he can be helped. 

#73 Brother by NEEDTOBREATHE and Gavin DeGraw: I am so in love with the found family in RA, istg. 

#82 Superheroes by The Script: this has been an appreciation song for Will and Alyss as separate characters and as a couple for literally as long as I can remember. 

#86 For the First Time by The Script: remember my whole AU about Alyss going to Gallica with Keren and Will getting her back but they have to built their relationshp from scratch? yeah.

#92 Let Her Go by Passenger: this was one of the first songs I every associated with RA and of course it’s TRR. how could it not be? 

#93 Before I Go by Guy Sebastian: I’m a little hesitant to admit that this one is also from my killing spree, but it was the David/Rodney/Arald returning from retirement to save Araluen again which leads to all of their deaths song. 

#97 Die Young by Sheppard: life is hard and dangerous but they’re still having fun. you only live once, right? 

#seems i have an identifiable music taste #anyways- #ranger's apprentice #rangers apprentice #john flanagan #i feel like this list is incomplete but idk

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Stone Raids Wall Street

Once upon a time Oliver Stone was best known for his scabrous screenplays for films such as Scarface and Year of the Dragon. Then his 1986 films, Platoon and Salvador, racked up a slew of Academy Award nominations, and Platoon collected Oscars for direction, editing, sound, and Best Picture. Stone was honored not for safe, Masterpiece Theatre-type films that make Academy members feel good about themselves, but for violent, unpleasant films on subjects considered until recently to be box-office poison—Central America and Vietnam. In one short year, he has emerged as the most interesting and important director in Hollywood. Nevertheless, as no one knows better than Stone, the winds of celebrity are fickle, and when we spoke with him in August, he was anticipating a more qualified reaction to his forthcoming film, Wall Street.

Q: How did you get the idea for Wall Street? A: The story first came to me while I was writing Scarface. Its get-rich-quick Miami mentality had certain parallels in New York, where an acquaintance of mine was making a fortune in the market. He was like some crazed coke dealer, nervously on the phone nights trading with Hong Kong and Lon- don, checking the telex, talking about enor- mous sums of money to be won or lost on a daily basis. His lifestyle was Scarface North. He had two huge Gatsby-like houses on the beach in Long Island (he couldn’t decide which one to live in), several dune buggies, cars, Jeeps, a private seaplane company, an art collection, and a townhouse in Manhattan. Then he took a giant fall; his empire came crashing down around him. He was suspended from trading; he lost millions and spent millions more in legal fees clearing his name, which he finally did. It made him a different, stronger person as a result, and it was partly this tale of seduction, corruption, loss, and redemption (as well as other stories we heard on the street, among them that of David Brown, a broker convicted for insider trading who served as an adviser on the film) that was the basis of Charlie Sheen’s character in our script.

Q: Wasn’t your father a broker?  A: Yes, he was on Wall Street for 50 years or so. My father’s world was very intimidating to me; I viewed it from an Orson Welles perspective out of The Magnificent Ambersons. | remember the staircases and mirrors. I remember looking down through banisters at Mom’s parties, at the rich people, the sophisticated people, women from Europe with accents, Belafonte or Sinatra on the phonograph singing ‘50s songs. Then they’d go out in packs like in La Dolce Vita to faraway places like El Morocco.

Dad would take me to the movies (how rare to be alone with him)—Dr. Strangelove, Paths of Glory, Seven Days in May—the ones with the ideas, and inevitably he’d come out of the movie and say, "Well, we could've done it better, Huckleberry,” and he’d tell me all the reasons why this plot was silly or illogical. It would make me think, which is one of the things a father is supposed to do. And he’d always say they never did intelligent pictures about businessmen; businessmen were always satirized or were stereotypical bad guys. 

Dad believed very strongly in capitalism. Yet the irony of it all was that he never really benefited from it. All his life money was an overriding con- cern. But he never owned a single thing; every- thing was rented, right down to the cars, the apart- ments, and if it had been possible, the furniture. There was an insecurity at the heart of our family existence. I began to resent money as the criterion by which to judge all things, and there grew to be a raging battle between my father and me about it. I found ways to throw away everything I had, which pissed my father off. | went to Yale but dropped out, and he lost the tuition. We reconciled before he died [in 1985], but by then I had moved away from it all. I didn’t want to go to an office every day from nine to five. I didn’t understand Wall Street. “Going into movies is crazy,” he would say. “You aren’t going to make a dime.”

When I was working on Wall Street, I felt my dad was sort of around in a ghostlike form, watching over me and laughing, because here is the idiot son who doesn’t know anything about the stock market, who can barely add and subtract, doing a film with the grandiose title Wall Street.

I always hated New York, which is what made it so special returning some 25 years later with a crew of professionals, a self-contained artillery unit. (I even got to cast Hal Holbrook, who is everybody’s dream of a father, as my father.) And suddenly | got a glimpse of a mysterious world I'd only scratched the surface of as a child—the adult world, New York in its power, glory, and greed.

Q: You're not dealing with war and revolution in Wall Street, as you were in Platoon and Salvador. It’s a less weighty film.

A: It appealed to me precisely because it is a lesser statement. There is only so much you can say about yuppies. I knew if I sat around for two or three years doing a Hamlet number - should I give the world another film? - I would really drive myself crazy. I would rather turn something out fast, get it over with, give the gold crown to somebody else so I can get on with doing things that I really care about, which are ideas. I’m ready to take a fall. I'm not expecting the same critical praise or the same box office that I got for Platoon.

I think I have always been identified with “‘lowercase”’ films that take people by surprise. It is strange suddenly to be in a front-runner position with Wall Street. I like being a dark horse. Celebrity can hurt the creative process if you let it go to your head. You start weighing your image of yourself instead of somehow keeping your head low down to the ground like a bulldog, telling a good story, and not letting your ego stand in your way.

Q: How did you get a producer for Wall Street?  A: Initially, I brought the script to John Daly at Hemdale. But he didn’t think the audience would go for a movie about people who were making millions of dollars. On the other hand, Ed Pressman and Twentieth Century Fox loved the idea, which was fine with me, because Wall Street was going to have to be shot in New York, and consequently it was going to be expensive. Hemdale is not really into $15 million movies; it would have been a big risk for them and more pressure for me, whereas for Fox it is a medium-budget movie.

  Q: Did you get any cooperation from Wall Street?  A: Initially, no. They felt Stanley Weiser (the co- writer) and I were going to trash the Street. Then after the success of Platoon, people started coming out of the woodwork. We hired Ken Lipper, who was formerly the deputy mayor of New York City and was managing director of Salomon Brothers, and we consulted with people such as John Gutfreund of Salomon, and Carl Icahn.

Q: How did the consultants help you? A: Ken Lipper put Charlie Sheen and Michael Douglas inside Salomon Brothers. He also got us into places like The 21 Club, Le Cirque, and, most important, the New York Stock Exchange, which was a first. No film had ever been done there. We actually shot on the floor while they were trading. A lot of the older traders were upset because they were trying to make money and we were creating a disturbance, but there were many more Vietnam veterans on the floor than I had imagined, and they had seen Platoon.

Ken was also on the set. He helped us with details: how brokers deal with sales, how they write up orders, their body language—how they hold a telephone, what is the pace of the conversation. I had no clue how these things are really done.

Q: What was it like to shoot in New York? A: Sixty-ninth Street and Madison was a fucking mess. Michael Douglas was shaking hands all day. Bill Murray came by, actors, businessmen, kings, diplomats—it was a constant stream of Hi Daryl [Hannah], Hi Michael, Hi Charlie. We'd try to shoot a scene and there would literally be a thousand people coming to look. It was impossible to work under those conditions. So | hired about 200 extras and filled the sidewalk with them so we could control the streets. If anybody walked onto that sidewalk they would see all these people standing stock still waiting for the cue for action. It was so bizarre, they would skirt the sidewalk and walk away.

And here’s an example of how unions can fuck up reality. | wanted real derelicts, but there’s a law in New York that the first 125 extras in major feature films have to be union. We made up the extras, but they never looked real. So if I need a real bum in a scene it has to be the 126th man. I just threw up my hands in disgust. My derelicts will have to go in my next picture 

Q: Why did you cast Charlie Sheen in the lead role?  A: | thought that he could do a good job of playing a bad boy, showing the negative side of Wall Street. There is a devilish side to Charlie that didn’t come out in Platoon, where he was more of an idealized figure. I think he’s been in trouble, and that shows in his personality, a strong streak of rebelliousness combined with an inner grace passed on from his father, Martin Sheen, who plays his father in the film. Charlie is only 22, which made him much younger than the brokers being busted on Wall Street, but we aged him with good suits, a haircut, and he gained a little weight from the good life in New York; his face is a little jowlier than normal. He invested his own money in the market, hung out with the young brokers at Bear Stearns and Salomon Brothers, drank with them at the South Street Seaport, kids just out of college who have to pull $100,000 in the first or second year just to occupy a space on the floor. Gone are the days of my father, when people were brought along slowly; there seems to be less mercy in the system, and as always the corruption is subtle, almost undetectable in a black and white sense. The corruption of all flesh—needing more and more, until like fat bugs we pop and bleed all over the page.

Q: I understand Charlie’s character was Jewish in the first draft of the script. Why did you change it?  A: His name was Freddie Goldsmith, but that would have necessitated a different kind of actor. I would never have believed Charlie as Jewish; he doesn’t have that kind of quickness, the mannerisms, the nerviness.  He is more of a laid-back type; at best he could play a Catholic, Protestant out of Queens. I also wanted to drop the Jewish angle because I think that too many people think that Wall Street is run by Jews and that they are all corrupt, a bunch of gangsters.  I just didn’t want to give them any more fuel. My father— who was Jewish, I’m half Jewish— always warned me that I would probably see a pogrom in the United States in my lifetime. I didn’t believe him when I was a kid. I believe it now.

Q: Did you have Daryl Hannah in mind from the beginning?  A: I've loved Daryl from way back. She’s an admirable person with a real passion for left-wing causes. And she looks beautiful on film. She’s the kind of girl a guy like Charlie would go after. She would be the type of girl who is pretty enough to be around the big money guys. Daryl had problems with her character because it wasn’t a character she particularly liked. She was scared by it. She is a natural, simple girl, and here was a character who was totally artificial. She had a major problem trying to learn that language. She went to a voice coach in New York and tried to change her flat Southern California/Chicago accent into something more nasal, more New York, upper class, and affected. I was tough with her. I beat her up, in a metaphoric sense, and in the early stages I am sure she wanted to quit. I think I made her cry a few times, but I wasn't really pleased with her wanness and passiveness, which were difficult to get through. She needs a very, very strong director. I am not sure I succeeded. 

Q: Weren't you taking a chance using someone like Michael Douglas, who’s never played a bad guy?  A: I was sort of worried about him because | had been warned by a highly placed studio executive that he would be in his trailer all day reading scripts and on the phone to Los Angeles. But he was always on time, never one minute late in the whole shoot, and very easy to work with as well. He seemed to be aware that it was a big role for him. He told me at one point that his dad had implied that he was finally about to become a real actor; that he had always played wimps, and that this was a role where he could play more toward his father, who could do a heel as well as a hero. Michael loved that idea.

I was amazed, for an actor who has done so many movies, how nervous he was in the beginning. He couldn’t believe it when on the first day I gave him three pages of monologue, like something out of Paddy Chayefsky. He'd never had speeches like that in his life. And then the second day I stuck a hand-held camera in his face about six inches from his eyeballs—he was on a plane, so I wanted to create a sense of movement. He said it was very difficult for him to act, to concentrate and remember his lines, staring at the camera. Then he hit his stride, and by the time we got to the scenes in his office, he was on top of his game.

Q: How do you prepare the actors?

A: In the rehearsal period I try to outline the context of the characters, what their inner life is about, what their backstory is. I try to help the actors suggest things and then let them run with those ideas. Then we have readings; you can see the way an actor is interpreting a role. Once we start filming, we relive what we did in rehearsal seven or eight weeks before. Often it comes out differently; nuances emerge because the material has been marinating in the actor's subconscious. I clear the set except for the actors, so that we keep it quiet. The rehearsal itself can take anywhere from 30 minutes to six hours, in the course of which it should become clear what everybody is looking for in the scene and how to play it. Whether they succeed doesn’t interest me; in fact, I'd rather that they didn’t do it and not spoil themselves emotionally before the cameras go on. Too often you have a good rehearsal and it never comes back.

Q: Do you improvise? A: I always try to encourage spontaneity. I like to be surprised. Astonish me! It is easy to play a scene predictably; a director falls into that because he has to complete the film in a limited period of time. He can clock out all the spontaneity and all the truth. That is the hardest thing a director has to face; he has to stay fresh.

Q: What do you do when a scene isn't working? A: I often deal with it by rewriting extensively on the spot. Part of that process includes listening to the actors. Some actors just can’t say certain words, or they will feel uncomfortable with a speech. They will say, “Gee, Oliver, do I have to say that line? Can’t I just do a look?”

Or I try to use the camera to respond to a mistake. You shoot the scene in such a way that you can cover the blemish. You change the angle, you move the camera. We did enormous amounts of moving camera in this film because we are making a movie about sharks, about feeding frenzies, so we wanted the camera to become a predator. There is no letup until you get to the fixed world of Charlie’s father, where the stationary camera gives you a sense of immutable values.

I generally work fast. | did Salvador in 50 days. I did Platoon in 54 days. | did Wall Street in 53 days. I came in seven days ahead of schedule and close to $2 million under budget. We never wasted an hour. If it rained, we made it a rain scene: Charlie goes to the beach in the rain. I hate waste. When I read about directors shooting a million feet, it makes me sick. They say film is cheap, but how can you sit there in the editing room and have to go through 30 or 60 or 95 takes? Ultimately, take 30 doesn’t look that much different from take 7. Usually after six or seven takes, I let it go. The most I ever did was nineteen takes.

Q: Do you relax in the editing room?

A: Hell, no. I tend to shoot three-hour movies and cut them down to two hours. My scripts are long; I blow a lot of my time shooting scenes that never get into the movie. We had 80 speaking parts in Wall Street. | will probably cut twenty of them. Editing to me is like a tremendous retreat, a march back from Moscow, a rout. When you are writing and directing, you feel like you’re on a perimeter, expanding. When you are editing you are withdrawing your perimeter as quickly as possible and trying to maintain the CP, the command position, because it is about to go under. Philosophically, it always seems to be that movies are about limitation. Every time I make a movie my original concept shrinks. It is a truth about movies that less is more, that sometimes when you try to do too much you get scrambled, you get killed.

Q: How would you describe the theme of Wall Street? A: I wanted to concentrate on the ethics of the characters and see where they lose their way, where they lose their sense of values, where net worth starts to equal self-worth. I think Wall Street is really about the urban culture of the ’80s. The pressure is enormous on these young guys to produce. | think they are perverted right off the bat. Why would someone who is making $100 million have to make another $20 million? Because he has to stay ahead of the next guy. Money is a way of keeping score. A line in the script says it all: “How many boats can you water-ski behind?’ Ultimately, not about money, it’s about power.

There is something patently unhealthy in using money just to make money rather than to create value. How can you justify threatening to take over a company, then selling it back and making $40 million, meanwhile forcing the company to spin off its assets and lay off employees?

Q: Is there a remedy for insider trading?

A: Probably not. There is no question that outsiders don’t do as well as insiders. I have invested in the stock market now off and on for 30 years, and I never made any money at it. It is a privileged club, an oligarchical institution in which the rich talk to the rich. They don’t talk to the poor. A guy goes to La Céte Basque for lunch. He sees a CEO from some other company and tells him some piece of information about a company that’s going into semiconductors or something, and he is going to buy into it. That’s the way the system works. You read about these kids who are making a million bucks, two million bucks a year—it demoralizes the person making $40,000 a year. All of a sudden everybody needs a Porsche or a VCR or a fishing boat. And this is what fuels America, more and more greed. We deal with these issues by staying inside a very small story, one fish in one Wall Street aquarium and what happens to that fish. #

-Peter Biskind, "Stone Raids Wall Street," Premiere, Dec 1987 (Vol 1 Issue 4)

#oliver stone #peter biskind #premiere #wall street #charlie sheen #michael douglas #daryl hannah #judaism #new york #filmmaking #filming #editing

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twenty one pilots talk origins, insecurities, and their sprawling new album blurryface

Since the release of their 2013 album Vessel and it's attendant hit singles "Holding on to You" and "Guns for Hands," Twenty One Pilots have become summer music festival favorites. Which makes sense, as the Columbus, Ohio, duo work hard to give you an entire Lollapalooza's worth of music in one convenient... well, Vessel. Their new album, Blurryface, out today on Fueled by Ramen, is even more willfully eclectic than its predecessor, veering from dance music thumpers to indie rock-rap hybrids to campfire folk comedowns with little regard for your genre expectations. Before signing with Fueled by Ramen, singer/multi-instrumentalist Tyler Joseph and drummer Josh Dun were slugging it out in the Columbus music scene, self-releasing albums and posting songs online. They might have some MTV Video Music Award nominations and Pete Wentz's phone number now, but their basic approach hasn't changed at all; they still just want to impress each other first and foremost. Here's Joseph and Dun on their early days, their new album and the intention -- or lack thereof -- behind their gift for doing everything at once.

When did you guys first meet?

Tyler Joseph: You know, when we get asked this question, Josh and I like to make something up on the spot to try to make the other laugh. We've come up with a lot of great answers to that question, like meeting in prison, or that we were the only two survivors on a train wreck. Josh always seems to be a lifeguard in his stories and he always revives me, which I think is a little odd, but it always gets a chuckle out of me. In all honesty, we met through a mutual friend here in Columbus, Ohio. Josh came out to a show that I was playing with some other people. So, we actually met at a show and he said, "Hey, let's hang out sometime," and that's something that's said all the time, you know, and people don't really follow up on it, but for some reason Josh and I did hang out. He came over to the house and late hours into the night we got to talking about music and what we wanted to do with it.

Josh Dun: We knew at that moment that we'd be best friends for life.

When you first started writing music together, how did you guys know that you had something?

TJ: I think what's cool is that we started out as friends first. When we met each other, I think that we just hung out as friends for about a year before we even started playing together. It is probably pretty important, looking back now, that we'd established that trust with each other, just as friends. We developed a cool relationship and then everything fell into place where we were both available to play music together and not with the other people that we were playing with. It just worked out perfectly. I had some songs that I had written that I was throwing together, and I remember when Josh first started playing his songs live, it all came together and made sense for me.

JD: The first time I actually met Tyler was at a show that he was playing with a couple of his buddies. I remember, because I had been playing music for a little while, and I really had a specific idea of what I wanted to be a part of in my mind, and I had never really seen what I had in mind until I saw Tyler performing. I even remember thinking, "That's what I want to be a part of." I think it was the very first time that we ever met that I just totally knew that I wanted to someday play music with Tyler and be creative and take over the world.

What was it you were looking for, and what did you find in him?

JD: I think it's just something that's a little bit different I guess. It was like some sort of itch that I couldn't scratch. What I had in mind was something that I hadn't really heard before and that I finally heard, and I was excited about that.

What was the music scene in Columbus like while you were growing up?

JD: I think Columbus has always embraced music pretty well, and I think it still does. By the time that we were in high school and early college, I would say there was a pretty decent music scene here, and from all different kinds of things: people playing house shows, or people playing one of the local venues, and people doing pretty well. We made friends with some of these people, and then there was a time when Tyler and I closed our eyes and kind of dug our own little tunnel. The way that we describe it is that a year later, after getting to reach the surface again to catch a breath of air, we look back and realized how far we've been able to go over that past year.

You pull from a lot of different genres at once on your album. There's some rap on there, indie rock, dance music, and even some ukulele. Is that the goal, to sound like someone's iPod, with all these different types of sounds in one place?

TJ: I wouldn't say that that's the goal. We're not aiming to try to be as all over the place as possible. I think that the landscape of the record is a testament to the type of music that Josh and I like to listen to, which is all kinds of music. We're a product of that generation that has access to everything, and it comes down to it whenever Josh and I are working on a song. There's a lot of outside pressure, a lot of outside opinions, especially going into the second record, and I think that we work pretty hard to all block those things out and ask ourselves the question, "Do we like this?" So I wouldn't say it's intentional, like, "Let's try to make a record that sounds so sporadic and so crazy." I think that's just the product of what we like in music.

How do you guys make it all work together as one song or one album? Because you'll jump from a song like "Polarize," which is dance music, to a song that's more of a ukulele, acoustic type of sound.

TJ: Like I said, it's not like an intentional. It just kind of all happened. We wrote the record on the road. We were very influenced by our live shows and being in front of fans every night. There's a couple things that we tried to do: one, we want to say this on our record because we didn't say it on our last record. But then at the same time we're very influenced by what we wished we had in our live set. That is very important to us, and we're very intentional about which songs go where, and when you're writing a record on the road, you kind of get to answer the questions, "What is it that our live set needs? Which song do we wish we had in this moment here?" So I guess a lot of this record is just an answer to that, kind of a rebuttal to what it is that Josh and I think our live set needs.

The first single, "Fairly Local" — I believe it has the line, "this isn't for the radio", which is a strange thing to say on your single. But it does seem to be a song about worrying that you might lose contact with where you're from. Is that something you're concerned about?

TJ: I guess there's always that fear that you're going to change as a person. But, also whether or not you're in the spotlight making music, you're going to change, too. I mean, Josh and I are right now sitting in Columbus, Ohio, at my house and we love it here. It's our hometown and it will always be. So, I think in the song "Fairly Local", it's more metaphor. We had a lot of conversations with a lot of people who like listening to music or using music to get through tough times. If anything, I think Josh and I learned when we were traveling the world during the last album cycle that everyone's the same, everyone feels the same issues. So, it's kind of a way of getting on the same level as these people and telling them, in a sense, we understand what you're going through.

What does the title Blurryface mean to you?

TJ: Blurryface is this guy who represents everything i'm insecure about. Honestly, we all know that we're insecure about certain things, but what we don't totally understand is how those insecurities affect our day-to-day life. So it's helped me give my insecurities a seat at the table, so I can stare across at him and give him a name and face and personality. I can kind of retaliate and I can see these insecurities for what they are, and so this guy named Blurryface is someone that i'm trying to understand — but also defeat every day.

#twenty one pilots #twentyonepilots #josh dun #joshua dun #tyler joseph #2015 #may 2015 #may #may '15 #may 19 #paper magazine #paper mag #paper #interview #michael tedder #archive #archive.org

[gerogerigaogaigar]

Blur - Parklife

Someone told me once that there is no way to actually appreciate this album without having been a British middle class teenager at some point in your life. I understand the sentiment but I think they might have underestimated the universality of teenage angst. I think if you grew up in the lower middle class this album will just make sense to you. As a bonus the opening track Boys and Girls is somehow both a massive hit and one of the queerest songs I've ever heard from a cis guy.

Primal Scream - Screamadelica

This is probably my favorite psychedelic alternative blues rock dub house album. I joke but Primal Scream really do manage to weave all of these genres into a single album so cohesively that it's almost strange to think that they could be done separately. This album goes down easy, I really couldn't tell you how long it is because you just start listening to it and vibe out until it's done. A beautifully entrancing album.

2pac - All Eyez On Me

All Eyez On Me was the last album that Tupac Shakur released within his own lifetime. The socially conscious 2pac seen on previous albums is certainly still here, but the main subject matter has clearly evolved. Here we see him rapping about living in luxury and being triumphant. It is eerie to hear him talking about looking towards the future for the sake of those who didn't make it when you realize he'd be joining them in only a few months.

Pet Shop Boys - Actually

Wry wit and a sense of good fun with the synthesizer are the essence of Pet Shop Boys. I think I like this album. I've never really been able to get into Pet Shop Boys for whatever reason. Sometimes I catch a lyric that makes me smile. Sometimes a particular synth sound will pique my interest. Either way my attention has faded by the end of the song. I think this is one of those things that is good, but just not for me.

#500 album gauntlet #blur #primal scream #2pac #pet shop boys

[ashley-slashley]

Strange Days

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Summary: you enter your apartment one day to find an artifact on the floor, and a strange man sitting at your table. strange days have found you, but jim morrison is no where to be found

Rating: M/Mature

Warnings: language, some violence, long paragraphs

A/N: unfinished overall story. i transferred this from my ao3. enjoy!

Chapter 4: Strange Brew

We made it back to my place, and Horvath immediately went to my bookcase. “I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream, Dangerous Visions, The Glass Teat, Pygmalion, The Princess Diaries, Heart of Darkness” he looked at me, “I remember when those were released. Heart of Darkness and Pygmalion, obviously. You seem to have quite the fascination with this Harlan Ellison fellow”. I grinned, “You don’t want to get me started on him, that man was a god tier mad lad. Sure you’ve witnessed some atrocities and bizarre situations that may deem you insane, but I don’t know if they compare to some of the delightfully absurd and horrific concepts Harlan Ellison introduces you to. That book you’re holding” I glanced at a thick not quite emerald yet not quite forest green book, “has his iteration or version of the story of Jack the Ripper. That’s my second copy of Dangerous Visions, the other copy is the blue and yellow book that was right next to it. The titles of his stories and books can go from amusing to fucked up, like this one story in Shatterday called ‘The Executioner of Malformed Children’, I don’t remember what happened in that story." he raised one of his brows, I can’t tell if he’s intrigued or slightly horrified, or both.

“I never thought to ask this, but why are you so hellbent on getting this grimhold? Is it like some beacon to the ninth circle of Hell that will summon demons so powerful that a team of the most experienced and holy religious leaders throughout the mainstream religions banded together can’t destroy them?” I sipped on my homemade iced coffee. Horvath said something I never expected him to even have the ability to think of - “have you ever been in love?”, I just about spat out my coffee. What. I mean, considering how ancient this guy is, he’s bound to have had at least one crush on someone at some point in his life. He explained that yes, he wants the grimhold to take over the world and other generic evil supervillain bullshit, but also he wants it because there’s some lady named Veronica trapped in the first layer of this nesting doll. This Veronica is the person he’s madly in love with, despite her choosing Balthazar over him, Horvath’s never gotten over in the past god knows how many centuries. You’re telling me the reason these two fossils hate each other and are each other’s arch nemesis is because of a love triangle. For once, I can’t think of a way to poke fun at this to amuse myself. I do, however, have another idea.

I went to my computer and opened up a file of one of the many albums I have saved onto my hard drive. “Horvath, I think we have close to 40 minutes to spare. Just sit down, relax, clear your mind, and focus on the music. I don’t think you’ve heard the entirety of this album in one sitting, but maybe I’m wrong.”, I double clicked the first track on the album, and the sound of a string instrument played from my computer speakers. I glanced to my mentor, he was giving me an expression that read “what the fuck is this shit?”. You’re telling me that you’re a relic, literally and figuratively, and you’ve never heard this song. “Wouldn’t it be nice to live together in the kind of world where we belong” , he glared at me. We’re only on the first song, but I knew Pet Sounds would hit home for him. It only gets more relatable from here, just wait until we get to one of my favorite songs from this album - the one Mike Love thought was a drug song hehehehe. I’m not going to jot down his reaction to every single song, I don’t feel like it, but I’ll mention anything fascinating.

“Oh this song is going to hit hard for him”, I thought as the sound of a kettle drum and snare drum began. I’m trying not to smile, though I don’t know every detail about his relationship with Veronica or Veronica’s perspective on the matter, but his glare is even more vengeful. Don’t get mad at me, get mad at Brian Wilson for making a relatable song and a relatable album. “But when I could I gave strength to you. I'm waiting for the day when you can love again” , somehow his glare intensified, is this going to lead him to go fight Brian Wilson? I should make him listen to Help Me, Rhonda next, too bad I can’t just conjure up Rhonda and get rid of this bullshit for once and for all. Suddenly I heard a xylophone, I don’t blame him for skipping I’m Waiting For The Day considering what he told me. If I remember correctly, this song is just an instrumental track. He looks bored, I don’t blame him. Since this album isn’t a narrative like The Wall, I’m going to skip this song. The sound of flutes made up for the previous track, no offense, but Let’s Go Away For A While sounds like elevator music or part of the soundtrack for SimCity 2000.

“Hold up, can’t you just use magic to rip out Balthazar’s spinal cord and kill him, and then resurrect Veronica and take her as your wife or whatever? Sure that doesn’t give her the free will to choose who she ends up with, but, uh, you guys aren’t exactly up to date on social norms.” I said while the song played in the background. Under his breath, he grumbled something along the lines of the laws of sorcery and the ethics Merlin followed. Dude, I’m pretty sure Merlin isn’t going to just come out of nowhere and throw you to another dimension for using a really violent way to destroy your enemy. You already want to enslave humanity, tormenting them for all of eternity isn’t that far off from brutally dismembering your enemy. Just pretend you’re in the Warhammer 40k universe, it works for the people in that. “You’re not the protagonist in this song, Sloop John B is the song by the way, you’re not doomed to a trip on a boat with your rude grandpa. Maybe you and Balthazar need to just get wasted and beat the shit out of each other, sure that will definitely cause destruction considering the effects of alcohol, but at least it’d be entertaining. No, that doesn’t happen in the song, but imagine if it did. Yes, I’m really telling you to make decisions based on a song by The Beach Boys” I suggested.

“Oh yeah, we’re like halfway through Pet Sounds. I’m not apologizing for the negative emotions you’re feeling regarding the love triangle between you, Balthazar, and Veronica. I missed the part where that’s my problem.” I shrugged. The concept of two ancient sorcerers beating the shit out of each other while absolutely plastered with Sloop John B playing in the background is really amusing to me for some reason, what if it was like the music video for the song. Sure it’s not The Beach Boys fucking around in Brian Wilson’s pool, but close enough. I wanna see Horvath fight Mike Love now. I’m not apologizing for this bullshit going through my head, shit happens and you’re just going to have to accept it.

“What if I told you that album was a failure when it first dropped in 1966?” I crossed my arms and leaned back in my desk chair, 

#the shitposter writes #the sorcerer's apprentice #maxim horvath #balthazar blake #dave stutler

[jiannguo]

Still a different anon but yes to the whole cql thing. And I love cql so much, it's one of my favorite dramas, but if you go to the YouTube comments of any Xiao Zhan drama, especially if it's pre cql, there are comments like "Wei Wuxian, how can you flirt with somebody else like that, what about your Lan Zhan" or "Why isn't wyb in this drama?", like, this isn't wwx and why would wyb be in this? As a Xiao Zhan fan that's annoying. Once someone commented on a kissing scene like "No, this can't be true, tell me it isn't real, this can't be a real kiss, xz can't kiss anyone but wyb!" I was there like, have you never heard of acting???? When x-nine was in happy camp for the first time and they did the proposal skit thing, someone commented that if wyb was there he would hit that woman (Xie Na) for doing that with "his man", like you're admitting that you think that your idol is a violent guy who beats people up for doing their job? As much as I love cql, that is just frustrating.

I'm glad more and more people are speaking up about this behaviour, it's honestly so frustrating. I mean, I can understand if this was 2019 or even 2020, but seriously, three years after drama aired and four years after it was filmed, still talking abt these things are ridiculous. Xiao Zhan is "NOT" Wei Wuxian, he just "played" WWX in a dangai (not danmei) drama. Learn to know the difference between character and actor omg. Acting and real life. Sometimes I wonder if they even read what they post, it's so cringe.... or they're so befuddled by stories and candies they forget the person in front isn't a figment of their fanfic imaginations, but a real breathing person.

They were so mad at OOL photos, spamming under each of them in WeTV official accounts, dragging his costar YangZi. Star Dramachaser openly spoke up against these YiZhan fans, asking them to stop spamming under OOL posts. For me, this is most annoying and downright evil!!! Behavior like this forces large cdrama accounts to stop talking abt or promoting XZ's dramas, maybe that's what shippers actually want. For XZ to have no new works or costars, just wally in CQL and in their ship. Its crazy. Like, at least be respectful enough go stay away from promotion posts. OOL took years to air for crying out loud. If you hate it, move the hell on!!!!!

It was equally sad that they brought out these kind of posts under Ace Troop videos, they can't stand XZ being muscular and ruggedly handsome , hence they're busy spamming with CQL flirty gifs. They have an image of XZ in their heads that they never want to change.

Here's an example, under XZ's song repost for Yixing, a turtle posted "Be good. Don't play with Yixing". The turtle later deleted her reply after getting bombarded with Xfx comments (I have screenshot of this just incase anyone's curious). This person now has been banned in the XZ Supertopic.

The twitter melon account that is actually owned by shippers posted boldly Xiao Zhan will never take any romcom dramas 😆😆 The very next drama XZ picked was romcom...

I can bring many many such examples...

In a nutshell, Xiao Zhan values his role in WWX. And yes maybe he did build many friendships through it. But stop bringing it on every single of his new works, appreciate his efforts as an actor and a singer, promote him, if you respect and love him even a little bit.

#send asks

[cosmicbrowniefan]

She/her

5’4”

Dark brown hair

Pale skin

Slender ig, semi-curvy (idk how to explain, I think I’m just like average shaped?? Like if you googled “woman silhouette”, that would be me.)

Brown/hazel eyes

Bisexual

Introverted

Personality traits: Good natured, organized, able to stick up for my self but also able to admit when I’m wrong/laugh at myself, romantic, perfectionistic, procrastinating

Hobbies: Singing/musical theater, fashion history, thrift and antique shopping

I love ice cream, the color purple, doing my skincare routine, staying up late, sleeping in, overdressing, social studies, vintage clothing, museum dates, dangle earrings, rain, chai lattes, foggy forest hikes, Taylor Swift, sad songs, and when people play with my hair.

I hate yogurt, feeling unclean, team sports, PE, algebra 2, having too full of a schedule (it stresses me out), and taking out the trash.

I have a 4.0 gpa and have never gotten an A minus or anything lower.

My friends have a theory that I’m a vampire because 1) I’m super fucking pale, I never tan. 2) I dress like I’m from a different century. 3) I know enough random shit about the past that they have determined I must have been alive back then

I’ve never worn sweatpants to school and I don’t own any hoodies or athletic leggings.

I’ve been in the same friend group since 7th grade. Our group chat is called The Cuffed Pants Club.

My love language is either quality time or physical touch. It’s a tie.

This is rlly long I’m sorry

i ship you with...

mike wheeler!

how you met: mike's group decided to join the theater program at school once they got to high school. mike wasn't one to be on stage himself, so he opted to do sound crew instead. he really met you when he found out you were the lead in the musical that year.

his first impression of you: mike really thought you were just the epitome of the quiet valedictorian that just focused on school and didn't do much else. however, when he found out you were doing the musical, his opinion of you TOTALLY changed. like damn, not only is this girl smart as fuck, but she's also talented?? and super pretty??

how you got together: mike had been awkwardly flirting with you all throughout the musical. on closing night of the show, he decided to finally man up and ask you out. you came back to get your mic from him and he helped you put it on (you didn't really need help, but you thought it was cute that he wanted to help you). well, while he was feeding the wire through your shirt, he just blurted out all of a sudden that you were cute and that he was wondering if you wanted to go out for dinner after the show that night. little did mike know that he accidentally turned on your mic during his little speech and EVERYONE heard him ask you out. which means that dustin, lucas, will, el, and max started screaming loudly as soon as he asked you, causing mike to turn BEET red. you just laughed and told him that you'd love to, though, which made his friends scream even louder.

what he likes most about you: mike loves how much you surprise him. every single day, he seems to learn something new about you that just throws him for a loop. like you'll just be hanging out at his house cuddling and you'll be on your phone and he'll ask what you're doing and you'll be like "oh i'm just updating my blog on fashion history, i focus on a new era every week" and he's like ???? this girl is so fucking cool and she's MINE???? physically, mike loves your hair. it's such a pretty color and so nice to run his hands through.

what you guys enjoy doing together: mike loves how cultured and adventurous you are. even if you don't see the things you do as adventurous, he does! mike has actually never gone thrifting or tried tea that wasn't iced before you, but since you came into his life, he's tried so many new things and LOVES every single one of them. every time you guys do something like go to a museum or listen to new music or go hiking somewhere, he comes home bragging to his friends about the fun day you guys had and about how "smart and cultured" he and his girlfriend are. in conclusion, this boy is such a dork and he's super thankful for you helping him try new things and get out of his shell a bit.

bonus headcanon: he thinks it's pretty funny that your friends call you a vampire. mike really likes your physique and always tells you that "if you're a vampire, you can turn me any time". he goes as dracula for halloween one year and convinces you to go as one of dracula's brides with him (you guys are def the hottest couple btw).

#stranger things #stranger things ship game #stranger things ships #reader x stranger things #cosmicbrowniefan ship game #cosmicbrowniefan asks #stranger things x reader #i ship you with #i ship you with stranger things #reader insert #match maker #mike wheeler

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

246 of 2023

Are you unemployed?

No, I’ve been having a job for the last 9 years and counting.

When’s the last time you received a letter in the mail?

Yesterday The bill from the labour union lol.

Do you even write letters to people?

No, just emails.

Have you ever driven a Honda?

No, my cousin had a Honda before, but he crashed it.

What color do you want your dream car to be?

Black, just as ours.

Finish the sentence: Taylor Lautner is…

...a person, who else?

Do you have more then one favorite band?

Yeah, I have a few. But I rather like songs than bands.

Do you like The Band Perry?

Never heard of it.

You can kill one person & get away with it; who?

This question is so fucked up that I’m not even gonna answer this.

If you could be a supernatural creature, what would you choose to be?

None, thanks.

Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?

I have no preference, but since the relationship has happened, I do my best to take care of it. We’re happy together.

How long until you’re 50 years old?

17 years.

Would you be really upset if Facebook ceased to exist tomorrow?

No, I would be actually happy.

Do you usually hide your true feelings from others?

Most of the time. I rarely open up IRL.

Do you pronounce the ” t ” in often?

Yeah. Better ask me if I pronounce “h” in my dialect.

Are you capable of running 2 miles without stopping?

No. I was once paralysed.

Do you lick the roof of your mouth often?

What?

Did you do it just now?

No.

Most unattractive male name, in your opinion?

I don’t know, Derek? Or all the boring names like Adam.

Do you watch the show THE BIG BANG THEORY?

Yeah, I love it. It’s so stupid that it’s actually funny.

Are you exhausted?

Not today, I’m just slightly tired.

Finish the lyrics: I’m a barbie girl in a barbie world. Life in plastic…

Fuck off.

Are you a fan of reality tv shows?

Not a fan, but sometimes I watch them for lolz.

Have you visited amirite.com?

Never heard of it.

Is your pet dog male or female?

I don’t have any dog. I only have two cat ladies.

When you’re single are you mostly lonely or content?

Such things don’t really matter to me, so I’m not overthinking it.

Have you or would you try shark meat?

I’ve tried, didn’t like it.

Do you know anyone that’s pescatarian?

No. But I’m somewhat related, I guess my diet is called “pollotarian” because I’m like a vegetarian who allows chicken in his diet.

Are you shy or over confident around your crushes?

Very shy, but I cover it with some confidence. Very strange, I know.

Do you drink skim milk?

No. It’s like coloured water, so tasteless. Whole milk or don’t waste my time.

Did you know everything causes cancer these days?

Oh, really?

Do you think the govt has a cure for cancer, but is hiding it from public?

*taps his forehead* conspiracy theories, be like.

Last time you drank a diet soda?

Never. Diet soda, what an oxymoron.

Do you need to urinate?

Yeah, now I feel it.

Do you usually brush your teeth every night?

Yeah, I do.

Do ppl normally describe you as sexy?

No, they rather describe me as cool. Although there were some people who found me exceptionally hot.

Were you really nervous at some point today?

No, my antidepressants finally kicked in and I’m not anxious anymore.

Do you have a Mexican friend?

Not a friend, but one of my classmates in uni was Mexican.

Have you ever dated an Australian?

Never.

Do you think you’re fit to be a Victoria Secret model?

Do they even hire guys?

Is mostly everyone you know in a relationship?

Most of people I hang out are married.

Are both of your biological parents still alive?

Yes, thankfully.

Was your ex born in America?

No, he’s Dutch.

Are most of your jokes funny or lame?

So lame they’re actually funny lol. I make people laugh, some call me a natural entertainer.

#survey #q&a survey #random survey