#so i know the lyrics to 50% of his songs just like. due to the amount of exposure i've had to him

[geminipdf]

thank youuu @cordeliaflyte i love hearing about everyone’s music tastes and i love sharing mine and i love when they're similar and when they're completely different. sooo tagging @ursulakleguin @yohankang @chwdp999 @kissycat @dirhwangdaseul @legallybrunettedotcom @slavicafire @maleblogger @icedteadrinker @globuspolski @moldavite @mifunebooty

#sry if youve already done this or sth #have this cup of hot chocolate☕️ #also to elaborate ari with david bowie i don't think i'd listen to him on my own my mother is just absolutely in love with this man #so i know the lyrics to 50% of his songs just like. due to the amount of exposure i've had to him #if i had to choose my fave albums it'd be 'let's dance' and 'heathen' #florence is for sad days mostly or for writing and kate bush. well. id kill myself without her music #night of the swallow makes me ascend into higher planes of consciousness #tag game

[prickly-paprikash]

Kendrick doesn't just hate Drake as a person. He hates the very idea of Drake.

Hip-Hop is rooted in revolution. In defiance. These are the songs of an oppressed group of people, and decades upon decades people have hated it. Accused of being meaningless and invalid. Media outlets took steps to belittle hip-hop and make sure it isn't recognized as an art form and as a means to fight back.

2Pac spoke of wealth disparity and inequality. Tupac was literally a member of a communist organization when he was younger and never stopped speaking against capitalism.

Lauryn Hill spoke of the struggles a woman faces. Not just women, but black women. Salt-N-Peppa. Queen Latifah. MISSY FUCKING ELLIOT.

N.W.A made sure people knew about police brutality and violence against the Black community.

And now, in this day and age, we're also experiencing an explosion of Queer Hip-Hop. Lil Nas X is at the forefront of this. Lil Uzi Vert came out as non-binary and uses they/them pronouns, even when they knew that a lot of their fans would never use it or even respect them for it. Auntie Diaries, a song about a young man who grew up in a transphobic environment and bought into those beliefs, but could never fully do it because his Uncle loved him so much and taught him a lot of life lessons, and that wisdom translated to him accepting his cousin as a woman as well.

Drake is none of that.

He's the perfect representation of what people think hip-hop is. Flexing. Posturing. Objectifying women. A fucker so insecure he bought 2Pac's ring just to feel like he's part of the black community. Rejected by Rihanna publicly. Tried to groom Millie Bobby Brown. Kissed and inappropriately touched an underage girl during his concert. His songs have inspired so many young boys to treat girls like shit. His belief that the amount of rings and chains and cars he has is the true meaning of success.

Additional Edit: This is my fault. If this post gains more views, then it would be remiss of me not to add to this. It was my fault to begin with, not stating this beforehand because while I did know, I got lost in celebrating Hip-Hop in a place that doesn't usually do so, and rightfully so.

2Pac did fight for wealth equality and better social living for the black community. He also has a long, long history of battery, domestic abuse, and sexual harassment against women. Specifically against women of color. He made a song to celebrate his own mother, but outright refused to give the same show of respect to other women in his life. His hypocritical nature was brushed off in later decades, just the way I did now.

N.W.A is the same. Sexual assault charges, violence—they spoke of Police reform, but refuses to give the same treatment back towards the women in their lives.

50 cent refuses to backtrack on any of his misogynistic lyrics.

Modern rappers of today, such as the dead XXXtentacion. 6ix9ine. Kodak Black.

I do love Hip-Hop. I love rap. And the music itself has always been anti-authoritarian at its core, because those are its roots. And I was happy that circles that did not normally know of it or enjoy it were getting into it, even for one thing like this rap feud.

Lil Nas X, Little Simz, Childish Gambino, Missy Elliot, Queen Latifah, Lauryn Hill—rappers who have at the very least consistently tried to put their money where their mouth is. Who have tried to act in accordance to what they rap and write and sing for.

@shehungthemoon @ohsugarsims finnthehumanmp3 were the ones who rightfully clarified in the comments. I know an apology won't correct my hypocrisy or my stupidity. I should have added all of this before making this post, but I wanted so badly to celebrate a genre of music but failed to do my due diligence in showing a better, holistic view of it. If anyone felt triggered, offended, troubled, frustrated or any other intense negative emotions surrounding this, please do block me. I'm sorry.

#kendrick lamar #drake #music #hip hop

[spopsalt]

How to show and how not to show a serious topic, Hazbin Hotel and Rick and Morty comparison.

WARNING THIS POST CONTAINS GRAPHIC DECEPTIONS AND DISCUSSIONS OF S//A AND ASSAULT TOWARDS MINORS. IT IS ALL FICTION. IF ANY OF THESE ARE TRIGGERING FEEL FREE TO LEAVE

So I was watching Rick and Morty Meseeks and Destroy and it baffled me how they handled a sensitive subject much better than Hazbin Hotel. Let's start off by Hazbin Hotel's depiction shall we? For context for those who don't know, Angel Dust is a porn star who gets s//a by his boss Val for what seems to be in the regular. This is shown in a song with very suggestive lyrics while he is heavily sexualized. Feels a lot like fetish content.

But that's not even the worst part, there are s//a scenes made by someone who fetishizes s//a. Warning these images are graphic and can be triggering. These are also randomly shown throughout the song, they also give no warning for this so you can't even fully skip the scene since its not one scene.

And they also joke about s//a in a later episode,which I like dark humor,but make it make sense. What do you want people to take seriously?

Now, how does Rick and Morty handle it? They do show a different subject,with Morty nearly getting violated by Mr. Jellybean. You may not need context since this scene did get popular,but Morty made a bet with Rick that they could do a simple, fun adventure. Morty is around 14 while Rick appears to be in his late 50s early 60s.Rick agrees to the bet and they go on the adventure. They do make a joke about r*pe but it is done by Rick which is in character with him being cycincal and this was done before the scene.

Now eventually they are walking down steps and Morty stops by the bathroom. In the bathroom he meets Mr. Jellybean.He appears to be nice which shows how predators aren't obvious. They normally seem nice

Now everything seems fine, but then Mr. Jellybean gets...touchy. Morty gets uncomfortable and attempt to leave but Mr. Jellybean forces him to stay.

Now this is where the triggering scene starts, trigger warning. Nothing happens thank god due to Morty being able to fight him off. And the scene, while triggering can be skipped easily since it's one scene as a whole.

This scene was made to show how horrifying attempted r*pe is. There is a dark joke about how Rick is having a good time but this does fit with the show's dark humor

I do believe they should've put a trigger warning,but that's my only complaint about the scene in general. Morty goes out of the bathroom and begs Rick to just go home, Morty cries for the first time in the series and it's really easy to feel bad for the poor kid who was clearly traumatized.

Rick catches onto what happens and choices to comfort the kid, arguably the biggest piece in the show is nice for the first time here.

This cheers Morty up for the moment until they see Mr Jellybean again and Morty immediately leaves with Rick.

He does eventually get his karma shortly after by getting shot by Rick

Rick and Morty handled this better by not sexualizing their character while spreading awearness, treating the situation seriouslt and showing how horrifying it is, and not getting some who fetishizes r*pe to make the scene. We also get to see the biggest piece of shit in the show be nice for the first time. It shows how predators often come off as nice. This is definitely the darkest I'll ever get with my posts, but I hope you enjoyed reading it and agreed with me.

#anti hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel critism #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel critique

[thegirlwhorideslikeasamurai]

When did Viktor choreograph Stammi Vicino and did he commission the music?

There are some controversies regarding Viktor's free programme and I took the time to look at them in greater detail and pin them down to the likeliest explanation. (some of the things discussed in this post I've mentioned in a discussion I was involved in recently. The rest of this post builds on that.)

Disclaimer: Please note that this is an analysis of the source material. Popular headcanons that have no basis in canon cannot be part of this discussion. This is getting a bit academic. Please bear with me.

1. Did Viktor commission the music for Stammi Vicino?

In an interview, Mitsurou Kubo called the aria a piece of music that exists in the world of YOI, but when we subject the hints in the anime to a close examination, they contradict her statement, making you wonder which is true.

I mean, there’s this (sorry for the crappy screenshot)

Technically, the YOI creators might just have used footage of this programme because there was no time to animate Viktor skating an entirely different routine, but due to the tight time constraints of 12 episodes that forced the creators to condense the plot to 50% of its initial size, every scene and every image demanded to be filled with meaning. Speaking of time constraints, they could have used a series of pictures that show adult Viktor in different costumes (like those that had been drawn for Yuuri's room), but they didn't do that either, which rules out technical reasons for this choice.

But there’s more.

From a storytelling perspective, it makes no sense to combine these lines with a short scene of Viktor skating Stammi Vicino if it doesn’t apply to this programme. It’s bad storytelling, period. As Viktor’s fan, Yuuri knows which songs Viktor commissioned because skaters love to talk about these things in interviews. Being a skater himself, Yuuri is knowledgeable in all kinds of music genres even if he lets his coach pick the songs for him. Skaters just happen to be exposed to a lot of music.

This scene makes it seem as if Viktor has been commissioning music for his programmes for several seasons at least. While this doesn’t rule out the possibility that he occasionally picked a song that already exists for whichever reason, Stammi Vicino applies to Viktor’s situation at the beginning of the show so neatly that the lyrics must have been tailored to him. The commentator’s words while Viktor is skating his FS furthermore suggest that this programme shows a new and personal side of him. Of course, that could also work for a song that already exists, but how likely is it that such a song 100% matches the vision of a perfectionist? That a genius like Viktor would just roll with that is debatable at least. He’d rather think “Okay, that’s nice. But this verse and that verse don’t match my idea at all. I think I'll call my composer and ask them to write a song for me.”

Stammi Vicino holds unambiguous references to Plato’s Symposium, which the YOI creators have mentioned repeatedly. And while this is neither an argument for or against the song already existing before Viktor even thought about a free programme for the season in question, it seems too coincidental from a storytelling perspective.

To me, all this points to Viktor commissioning Stammi Vicino because taken all facts together, it’s what makes the most sense.

Side note: It’s not entirely uncommon for storytellers to contradict their creation. Sometimes, you forget details, remember them wrong, or didn’t think them through. Or your views simply change. In the case of YOI, we have to factor in the possibility that certain details had to be de-homoed due to protests from parts of the Japanese fandom. The rings that were removed from many official arts that were released during the first year after the show had aired are such an example. In addition, interviews are often heavily edited.

2. When did Viktor choreograph Stammi Vicino?

The first time we see Viktor wearing the Stammi Vicino costume, is right at the beginning of episode 1 at the GPF. While there is no rule against wearing the same costume for different programmes and costumes are expensive, you usually don’t see this in real figure skating. Some figure skaters even get a new costume for the same programme mid-season because matches the purpose better.

The music, the composition and choreography, and costume build the concept of a figure skating programme. The more perfectionist a skater is (and many top skaters actually are), the more specific you can bet they are about the concept. Viktor is a perfectionist who has full authority over his programmes and he can afford having several costumes per programme. Wearing the same costume for several programmes is a breach with his characterisation.

Let’s assume for one moment that Viktor did indeed create Stammi Vicino because of his encounter with Yuuri at the GPF in Sochi. Why would the creators have been so sloppy and put him into the same costume which he wears at Worlds when they even designed costumes the other two GPF winners JJ and Chris?

Does he wear the same costume because he met Yuuri there? Well, Yuuri approached him at the banquet at the end of the competition and only because he was drunk. Before, Yuuri was to awkward to even talk to Viktor and was, in all likelihood, too busy not freaking out, dealing with having bombed his performance, and Vicchan's death. To reflect Viktor's first actual meeting with Yuuri in a programme, thus choosing a costume that resembles the suit he wore that night would make way more sense.

Some skaters change their programme mid-season. Some switch back to an old programme, other skaters create an entirely new programme. Again, a skater like Viktor could afford this and is skilled enough to bend a new routine to his vision in time for the big competitions. (For reference: Russian Nationals are two weeks after the GPF, which leaves a skater competing in both events one week in between. That’s just enough to pitch the idea to his composer and commission a costume.)

Once Nationals are over and done, Viktor could start working on the new programme and show it at Europeans for the first time. That would leave him about one month to bring it to a level that will win him this competition. Yuuri would now have about two months to create a perfect copy. As he his busy graduating and preparing his move back to Japan, it’s debatable whether this is enough time. That’s the only reasonable timeline for such a scenario. However, since Viktor wore the costume before the banquet, this doesn’t seem likely and the show gives us no clear-cut clue why that could be and I’m loath to speculate wildly.

BUT: Viktor can't have created this programme after Sochi because Yuuri explains to Yuuko that he started practising the programme when the competitions ended [for him, the season itself is not yet over]. For Yuuri, the season ended at Japanese Nationals, which happen to be at the same weekend as Russian Nationals.

Long story short: Everything points to Viktor having created Stammi Vicino at the beginning of the season in which he wins his fifth GPF and world title, respectively. And there’s a beauty in this choice because it gives Viktor an agenda beyond his love interest. Well-crafted characters exist outside of their interactions and relationships with the other characters. Giving them things that belong to them alone adds more depth to their personality and turn them into individuals. Viktor had a life before Yuuri and this life was lonely and his (secret) longing for love was an inherent part of it (I’m preparing a follow-up post that examines the lyrics more closely, so forgive me for not going into the details here).

Especially in a show that is limited to 12 episodes and in which every image is filled with meaning, including details that hint at the characters’ past are beyond precious.

Thanks for reading! <3

If you enjoy my meta, please consider checking out my works on AO3 (link in bio)! My YOI canon works all include my meta musings.

#yuri on ice #yuri on ice meta #yoi #yoi meta #my yoi meta #viktor nikiforov #katsuki yuuri #figure skating #anime #stammi vicino

[atalossofwords]

YOU TASTE THE SILVER - IvanTill WIP (Part 9)

Guys, I don't normally post here unless I have at least another POV ready, but I'm gonna admit this last Ivan POV is NOT working out. I rewrote it three times, and it's still fighting me. Hopefully I can dig myself out of the ditch, but oh well. Y'all can enjoy Till's POV while I suffer.

ON AO3 - part one - part two - part three - part four - part five&six - part seven - part eight

Till's life is going well. He's used to the new house, he's found new inspiration to write and mix more songs ever since Mizi's concert, so he's going live more often, which means his audience has been growing steadily. Dewey got a promotion at work and Isaac is doing an EMT course that will guarantee him a promotion as well.

He's also started chatting more often with Navi, enough so that they are... almost friends? He doesn't want to assume, but Navi is always so happy to talk about anything Till wants that the conversation flows easily. Navi especially likes to know what Till is eating, all the boring details that Till finds himself... eager to share. Till has never been overly chatty, and idle conversation is awkward, but somehow Navi shows so much interest in what he has to say that Till finds himself invested in expressinging himself more, in looking for things to talk about.

Navi likes knowing what Till thinks of the weather, and actively engages with him over which brand of ramyeon is better. Somehow, they can get into discussions over the most innocuous thing, and end up discussing music and lyrics and mixing for hours on end.

They have an ongoing discussion about the use of english in lyrics, which frequently comes back up whenever one of them thinks of another argument, and also an untold pact of sending animal pictures to each other; Till sends pictures of any dog he sees on the street, because Navi said it's his favorite animal even if he can't have one, and Navi sends back cat pictures, since his sister has one and cat pictures are easier than snake ones, which are Till's favorite animal.

Till feels... warm, about it. He's never had many friends, being a lone wolf throughout his school years; he was always in detention, or going directly home after school. He'd always had a temper, something that only really cooled after he left school and was allowed to focus on music. Dewey was his brother, not his friend, and Hyuna was more of an acquaintance than a close friendship.

Till also felt. Guilty, maybe? About the amount of money Navi kept spending on him. He wasn't a friendship expert, but he was pretty sure friends didn't send you almost 50$ dollars when you complained about picking between ramyeon and tteokbokki and told you to pick both.

(Till knew it was a mistake to migrate over from texting to Kakaotext, since now Navi could send him money directly through that. But he also had to admit the amount of stickers Navi used was beyond cute.)

Navi had also sent him some other gifts, beyond the spontaneous kakaopay transfers and normal stream donations; he's sent Till a collection of rings after bothering Till for a week straight to give him his ring size, a comfy sweater that Till didn't take off for a week due to how soft it was, and so on.

Till felt a weird tingling feeling on his stomach, a blush taking over his face whenever Navi sent him anything. He's normally fine ignoring it after a token protest, too practical to actually deny money.

He thinks he should feel bad about it, or something. Dewey told him, a few weeks into his streaming career, that he'd feel awful about getting so much money and not giving it back. Till thinks it's an exchange; he streams and people give him money for entertaining them. For a little while, the same applied to Navi. Why should he care if someone wasted their money on Till? He didn't think gacha companies were at fault for people's spending habits.

That was until they started texting. That was until Navi stopped being just a name on the screen and became a person who liked dogs, did spicy challenges for fun and had strong opinions about the conservation of endangered animals.

Till thought he might start to feel guilty, then, or at least want to pay Navi back somehow.

Instead what he gets is a warmth throughout his chest and an entirely undignified urge to squirm in place. He likes it when Navi spends money on the most mundane things, when Navi tells him to get himself some food. When Navi sends him money with instructions to get something specific Till scrambles to get it, and enjoys the treat with red cheeks and an unknown tightness in his chest.

He doesn't get it, and he's too embarrassed to talk about it with anyone else.

(Reviewing the memory, later on, will show Till the following; the weird warmth, the urge to squirm, it is arousal. Till likes it a lot, when Navi gives him things and tells him what to do with it. He feels spoiled and taken care of and confusedly horny about it all.)

He's doing his best to not care much about it, but his weeks-long wave of good luck seems to have run dry, because he ended up sick some two days ago. He's had to cancel three streams already, and is miserable enough he's debating actually going to a doctor about it.

Luckily for him, he's not coughing or nauseous, which are his least favorite symptoms. He is congested and his nose is running all the time, and he does feel feverish, but there's not much he can do about that except sleep it off.

He's currently huddled into his couch, slowly eating the samgyetang Isaac made for him and watching a show Hyuna recommended. It's a simple, no-thoughts-necessary show; the female MC is a former yakuza member that's trying to leave her past behind and live as a teacher, and the two competing love interests are a big executive type who has a child on the school and is an ass to her but is able to afford a pretty luxurious life as long as she goes along with his plans, or a old member of the Yakuza who fell in love with her when he was a child and is now reforming himself to be able to stand besides her "in the light", as he put it.

Till is cheering on the yakuza guy, mostly because he's a lot sweeter than the asshole executive.

He's also live-blogging to Navi, who has been hovering so badly that Till gave up and allowed the other to get his actual address so Navi can buy him some soup and energy drinks. He thinks he'll regret it later, but he's not complaining right now, when Navi is making sure he has food delivered for every meal and also all the necessary meds.

You [ 5:47PM ] Oh look, the asshole is going on a business trip. Maybe we'll get some good scenes with the yakuza guy now.

Navi [ 5:47 ] You're really invested into this, aren't you? What do you even like in this character?

You [ 5:48PM ] He's just so much better than the asshole. I don't get why girls would ever go for someone who's so rude to them.

Till huffs, looking up at the TV as the in-between episode extra starts. They're always funny, showing the behind the scenes and some interviews with the actors. He likes the main actress well enough, and by what he saw the actor for the asshole is a well-established star that he had no idea existed until now.

Well, the same can be said of the younger yakuza guy. His actor, someone named Ivan, is talking about how he prepared for the role, and Till can't help but be interested. The asshole guy only talked about his physical conditioning, but Ivan is talking about how he talked things over with the director, watched former-yakuza interviews and did his best to research about the motivations of his character.

He's also very handsome, in an endearing way, and Till can't help agreeing with the interviewer when she tells Ivan his fans will love the role, and that seeing him do such an earnest character will get all the girls swooning.

You [ 5:48PM ] Also, seeing the interviews, this Ivan person is just a lot better than the other actor. He cares a lot more about his character, which I think is way more important than how you look.

The interview ends, and Till decides to send another commentary before getting up to fetch more tissues for his nose.

You [ 5:48PM ] I bet Ivan would look cute doing aegyo. He's got the face for it, at least. Though I don't know if actors do that, I've only seen Idols do it on command.

Message sent, Till puts his phone to the side and gathers his little mountain for tissues and shuffles to the trash can, dumping them before refilling his water bottle and getting a new box before snuggling up again.

Navi still hasn't answered.

He frowns. He knows Navi can be busy, he definitely has other things to do rather than keep Till company, but he usually sends a BRB text if he'll be away from his phone for more than a minute.

He's still a little sick, and fervish, and miserable, so he doesn't think too hard about it and messages Navi again.

You [ 5:50PM ] Navi?

Navi [ 5:51PM ] Sorry, hyung. I just got surprised. My name is Ivan as well.

Till makes a little surprised noise. Ivan isn't that common of a name. What are the odds?

You [ 5:51PM ] Wow, it must be weird to share names with someone famous.

Navi answers quickly, but with far poorer grammar than what Till is used to.

Navi [ 5:52PM ] haha yeah well, I got used to it. do you like Ivan?

You [ 5:53PM ] I haven't seen much besides this series, he seems pretty good. Did you have any recommendations?

Navi – or, well, Ivan. Till quickly goes to change his contact name before he forgets – takes some more time to answer, and Till decides he must be busy, so he puts the show back on, doing his best not to sneeze into his soup. It's only as he's almost napping that he gets a text.

Ivan [ 5:52PM ] "Creating Heaven", "So long, not enough" and "Kamera" are tolerable, but hyung should watch some more and tell me what's your favorites!

Till is too sleepy to type, so he just takes a picture of himself giving thumbs up and snuggles back on his couch, Ivan-the-actor's soothing voice talking with the MC lulling him to a nice, dreamless sleep.

part ten

#writing #wip #alien stage #ivantill #you taste the silver

[coleskingdom]

Christmas Vacation

Adam Cole x ofc

Warnings Explict sex, praise kink, light dom, multiple orgasms, dry humping, vaginal sex

The trip had been shit, nothing had gone right as I just wanted a weekend away. The flight had been cancelled due to rain, the airline issued vouchers for food and hotel, but they ran out before I got mine. I decided I needed a drink I went to the bar by the gate, found a spot and ordered a vodka on the rocks.

“Hey is this seat taken?” a familiar voice said I looked up from my drink and there stood Adam Cole with a mischievous smirk on her face. “No but I’m in no mood for your shit? " I'm wounded" he-said as he sat down and ordered a beer. “Seriously though Em, what's wrong? “ he said genuine concern in his voice.

“Life where do you want me to start My vacation is delayed, I’m in a shitty airport with no hotel no car and stuck on Christmas Eve . Merry fucking Christmas to me. “ I lifted my glass and ordered another round.

“Em, my flight just got canceled, but I did get one of those hotel vouchers, just crash with me tonight it’ll be better in the morning. Besides it’s early enough we can grab some food and make the...”

I cut him off “please don’t it’s a wonderful life me, I can’t deal with it. I just wanted to drink, make shitty decisions and shut my brain off. “I huffed.

“Okay my little grinch, do you trust me?”He nudged his shoulder into my shoulder finally getting me to smile. “Of course, I trust you Cole, how long have we been friends? “

“Five or six years at this point I guess, okay then turn the night over to me, you said you didn’t want to think. “

“You know what the day is at a loss so yes it’s yours. “

“That’s the spirit” he grabbed my carryon threw cash on the bar and was exiting the bar before I could reconsider.

The airport hotel was cringey at best, I think the decor hadn’t been updated in 50 years. I decided I wasn’t going to complain it would be fine I wasn’t alone it’d be fine. Then I noticed that there was only one full size bed in the room. Well still not going to complain I told myself it’s just one night and he and I are friends. “I hope you don’t snore “Cole said playfully,I just smiled, “left or right ladies choice”. I’ll take the right, I said.

“So what’s the plan” I asked not sure if we were staying in or going out. “Sushi and Karaoke, don’t worry, they have booze, cooked food as well,and it’s a private karaoke booth it’s just us and it’s just for fun. It’ll be great “he said a twinkle in his eye again I grumbled.

I changed into jeans boots and a sweater, freshened up and he was relaxed on his leather jacket black tshirt and jeans. “Let’s get out of here I guess.” I said less than enthusiastic

I had forgotten how much fun it was hanging out with him,our schedules didn’t match up like they used to. His blue eyes sparkled as he talked of the next year, and what he hoped his life would look like in it. It was so easy being with him. However you both had friendzoned each other years ago so there was no point in thinking about any of this. No point in wondering if you could be who he wanted, what might life look like with him, and how had time only made him more handsome. Then you wondered what it would be like to kiss him, now you knew for sure that the alcohol had given you the courage to think about the things that lingered just below the surface.

“You ready to go sing your heart out” I grabbed the remaining bottle of the sake and said sure. He had always loved karaoke and I needed to be drunk to enjoy it. He picked Lit’s my own worst enemy , I couldn’t stop laughing his actions to the lyrics he was doing everything to make the night better. He wanted me to pick a song I told him he could pick the song, “I’m at your mercy” I stood up to take the stage in our booth. “I like the sound of that” he cued up I’m a slave for you , I rolled my eyes.So he wanted to play games, I considered using a chair to do the Brittany dance but decided that he would do. I sang and dropped myself in his lap as I sang the song one of his hands went to my hips holding me there the other to the microphone that he took from my hand. I was facing him straddled across his lap each of us trying to read the other one’s face. Adam, I uh, he kissed me and my lips parted he tasted like the apple sake we had been drinking . His tongue dominated my mouth, I felt myself relax and give myself over to him. My hips instinctively shifted grinding down on him, I gasped, I could feel every hard inch of him, pressing right against my clit. I moved, grinding my clit against him as we kiss, and I moaned into his mouth. The move had his fingers tightening on me and a deep groan coming from his chest, the sound traveling through me to add onto the pressure in my belly. His hands gripped my hips, shifting them again to recreate the movement and sending a lightning bolt of desire through me.

"Oh," I whisper against his lips, and his hands continue the circuit, guiding me back and forth along his hardness as pleasure bloomed and built in my belly in a way I hadn’t felt in years.Maybe ever, if I'm being honest.

"That's it, sugar," he whispers, his lips on my neck just under my ear, his words rough and breathy and driving me higher. "Take what you need." I was in another world, one where I'm consumed by lust and need. “Use Me.”Those words did something more, making my swollen clit throb as I dug my fingers into his shoulders and groan, my hips moving faster along the shaft of his cock over our clothes, and I tip them so he hits where I need it most.

"Oh, shit, fuck." I groan, my head dropping to his shoulder as I continue to move, to writhe frantically.

"That's it, baby. That's it. God, you should see how fucking beautiful you look like this, taking control. Taking what you need."

I moan again into the shoulder of his shirt, and his hand moves up into my hair, tugging so that I look at him. I find his eyes darkened with lust, so enamored by what is happening that the feeling consuming me I come on his lap moaning his name, as my hips grind on his cock. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he mur-murs, and it's not for my ears, not for my benefit, but more like a prayer he didn't mean to say aloud. It causes another ripple of orgasm to tear through me, my hips jerking on him before I collapse and bury my face into his neck with a groan. His hands still in my hair, he pulled me in for another kiss.

“Em, he said when he broke the kiss, let’s go back to the hotel”. We ducked out the back of the restaurant and he pushed me up against the brick wall in the alley kissing me again, this time raw and urgent. I’d have let him fuck me in that alley I was so needy for him. I pulled him in closer lifting my leg to bring him closer to my core. He pressed his hips against mine, I could feel him through his jeans, he lifted me against the wall, his clothed cock against my needy pussy. My legs around his hips, this time he grinded against my core Adam, I moaned. I was his drunk on him. “We’ve got to get back to the hotel, the first time I take you it’s not going to be in an alley”. How’s the first time going to be I asked, his smile turned wicked. “Oh Sugar I’ve thought about this for years, I’m going to make you beg me for it, I’m going to take my time, I’m going to explore every inch of your perfect body, I’m going to eat that perfect pussy, I’m going to make sure you’re ready for me, and then I’m going to make sure you always remember this night. “He moved my legs from his hips setting my feet back down. Now, let’s go. We walked hand in hand back to the hotel, once inside the room. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck he stalked towards the bed. He deposited me on the edge of the bed a look of fire in his eyes, he took off the sweater and jeans I was wearing. Then he was back on top of me the sparkle in his blue eyes, “Em, sugar, do you remember when you didn’t want to think?” I nodded “ I’m gonna take over now, you don’t need to think, just feel be here with me. I’ll tell you when to come” I thought he was going to kiss me again but instead his lips moved to my neck he worked his hands down and removed my bra freeing my breasts. He took his time kissing between them, his hand rubbing the right one as his mouth took in the left one. I felt a bolt shoot straight to my clit when he gently ran his teeth against my nipple. I gasped and moaned my back arching. “Adam, I need you” my fingers in his hair as he kissed lower, placing kisses through my panties. “Naughty or Nice? I guess that depends on you sweetheart. You were so naughty earlier, coming on my lap. My naughty girl is so wet for me and I haven’t even touched you.” He palmed my center before he removed my panties. He grinned mischievously as he lowered himself to the floor as his shoulders pushed my legs wide, his face inches from my pussy. His palms came down on my inner thighs, spreading my legs even wider as his mouth dropped between them.

I gasped from the from the feeling the soft, slick stroke of his tongue over me just teasing me. His beard tickling my thighs. Adam changed the position he put a pillow under my ass, and my legs over his shoulders . He dove back into my core with rough licks, he sucked on my clit, I began to squirm my hips taking on a rhythm that matched his tongue. “Just like sugar, just like I knew you would be.” He removed his tongue from my core and inserted two of his long fingers as my back arched off the bed. I rested on my elbows and watched his forearm tense and release as his fingers moved in and out of me.”That’s my good girl, ride my fingers sugar, you’re doing so good for me” his words making my pussy clench on his fingers. I was so close “Adam please…” I begged “So obedient for me, waiting like a good girl. My sweet ‘Em go ahead and come for me” He took my clit in his mouth sucking and pulling on it and when I came he worked me through it as I came in his mouth prolonging the feeling as long as he could. I hadn’t realized in the moment that I came that hard.

Adam stripped pulling of his clothes in lightening speed. He was hovering over me, looking me in my eyes. “What am I going to do with you?” he said I raise my hips offering myself to him as if he needed further invitation. “Sugar, I’m talking about after tonight, after I’ve fucked you so thoroughly that the only thought in your brain is me.” I moaned at the promise knowing he’d fulfill it. "Yes, after. After tonight. After we leave this hotel room. This can't be just a tonight thing. I'll go absolutely mad if I don't get to fucking make a home out of you every god damn day from now until forever. Swear to me that you won't deprive me again. Tell me that sweet little pussy of yours is as desperate for me as I am it. Swear to me that after we leave this hellhole it'll still be mine. Promise me you'll still be mine tomorrow.”My insides clench at his words. God, they're so beautiful. I don't know how his words can be so dirty yet also be so poetic.

“Adam, I promise, please I beg you.” It was like my words finally registered in him , and nothing else needed to be said he pushes into me, I moaned from the sheer pleasure of how he felt as he stretched me. "Now it's time for you to be a good girl and take all of me."

He sheaths himself in me, filling me completely with him. I feel full, the pain only a dull throb compared to the euphoria of the feeling of the head of his cock bumping the spot where it feels the best.

"I can feel you stretching around me, molding perfectly to my cock."

"More," I plead, my hands finding the muscles at his back. I scratch at him, trying to bring him even deeper inside me.He slowly pushes in and out, leaning down to lay light kisses to my chin.

His hand snakes up, his fingers pinching one of my nipples before he cradles my face. "I want to go slow for you,"he says, his lips moving against my mouth. "But fuck sugar, I need faster. I need it harder. I can't help myself." My hips buck, my body desperate for the same things he wants.

"That's what I want," I mutter. "I can take it."

A loud growl erupts from his chest as he jerks his hips into me, forcing me to take all of him. My fingertips dig into the taut muscles of his back as he rails into me. The bed shakes underneath his power. The backs of my thighs hit his torso, a smacking sound filling the room.

His hips are punishing, but his tongue in my mouth is sweet. The perfect combination to have pressure building low in my stomach. My eyes open, needing confirmation that he's as affected by what's happening right now as I am. I've never felt the desperate need for someone as I do right now.

I want to claw at his back, to mark my territory, to take him and mold to him perfectly so I won't fit with anyone else.

I pull at his hair, needing something to hold on to as he continuously pushes into me so deep I feel like I might break.

He slows down, pulling himself out until only the head of his cock remains.

It's like he knew I was on the brink of coming and he wanted to prolong the feeling of almost falling over the edge even longer.

In one easy motion, he takes the hand that plays with his hair and shoves it into the pillow above my head. He repeats the same thing with my other arm, shoving both above my head until he holds both my wrists in one hand. He shoves them into the pillow, taking all of the control.

All I'm left to do is let him have his way, reveling in every movement of his hips.

"Look at you," he muses. "Taking every inch of me like the good girl you are." I moan, my back coming off the comforter. His words mixed with the punishing push of hips is pure ecstasy.I never want to stop. I'd gladly beg over and over if it meant I got to feel like this.

"Do you like giving me the power to fuck you however I want, Em?"

All I can do is nod. Words fail me.

I'm so close to coming that I can't do anything but focus on the buildup between my legs. “You’ve been such a good girl, come with me Em”I can't hold on any longer. A moan erupts from my chest as my entire body erupts into fire-works.

Adam continues to push into me, milking every last second of the orgasm from me. I can feel my muscles clench around him, wrapping around him tightly as he chases his own release.

"You're so god damn sexy when you come on my cock," he growls, his lips still right next to my nipple. I felt him empty himself into me. He collapses on to me, he untangled him self from me. He went to the bathroom, he came back with a warm washcloth and a glass of water. “Em, sweetheart are you okay” he said softly his eyes softening but a new look in his eyes. “ I’m more than okay, Adam” grinning I took the glass of water as he washed me tenderly. He took the glass from my hand when I finished. He pulled back the covers and settled me in the bed and climbed in behind me. “Em” he whispered “I wasn’t the shitty decision that you made tonight was I”the uncertainty in his voice broke my heart. I rolled over to face him. “Adam, no, I think I’ve always known it was you who I wanted.” He kissed me again and pulled me on to his chest, and I fell asleep content.

#adam cole smut #adam cole x reader #aew smut #aew fanfiction

[midnightshaze13]

⋆⭒˚.⋆The Albatross: metaphor, what does it represent and what is the lyric about ⋆⭒˚.⋆

Albatrosses are truly remarkable. They spend most of their lives at sea and can spend over a year without touching land, actually sleeping with a part of its brain (while the other part navigates). Unlike other birds that use thermal airstreams, albatrosses take advantage of the airstreams generated by waves in the ocean to fly. That's so very cool to not have to move a muscle for days simply because they don't even need to.

They are also long-lived flying animals (to 50 years, compared to 20 years for most sea birds).

Historically, the albatross was seen by sailors as omen of good luck. It symbolized salvation because it appears just as wind picks up to move the ship ahead in the sea. 🧭🌬🚢

But the presence of these huge sea birds on a sailor's voyage was often misleading. Albatrosses usually fly and nest in coastal areas, so seeing one could meant having land nearby. But the albatross is an animal that can travel for miles and miles, go for several days/weeks flying without moving their wings, as said before, which could mean that there was no land to be found for miles and miles around the ship, there was no landing near in time.

These birds then went onto ships and boats to rest after weeks of not finding ground where to land.

Sailors, due to desperation and fear of what sometimes was interpreted as bad omen, from months at sea, entertained themselves by capturing albatrosses. And although the albatross was considered an omen of good luck to sea men, the misleading of their presence caused the mariners to shoot them. ⚓️

Then, the simbology of albatrosses, we largely know from literature - perhaps most famously from Samuel Taylor Coleridge's 1798 poem "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner".🕯

The poetic use of that bird image is introduced metaphorically to represent a psychological burden (most often associated with guilt or shame) that feels like a curse. 🪽🏹🪶

The sailors symbolize society, which rejects and discriminates against poets because they do not identify with their spiritual side, they shoot before they can understand about you. ✒️📜🪔🌅

The last curiosity is that most birds are monogamous, very few mate for life. For the albatross, once a mate is selected, it is generally for life.

No wonder why it was written “I now belong to a higher cult of mortals, for I have seen the albatross” by Robert Cushman Murphy, 1912.

About the song:

The Romantic movement became categorised by the intense emotions of awe, wonder, and terror when experiencing the beauty and sublimity of nature.

In the spirit of the Romantics, Swift likens the ‘wild wind’ to women like herself, an untameable force of nature, inspiring both fear and beauty. It is this untameable force that so easily blows out the flame of the candle, a man-made object effortlessly extinguished by the power of the natural wind. The ‘wise men’ in the song reprresented by the candle, are those who should be wary of unruly women for they will be their downfall.

The opening line of the song sets up the song’s theme of men being warned about ‘destructive’ women.

Furthermore, in Coleridge’s poem “The Rime of the Mariner” wind plays a role within the narrative. The mariner shoots the albatross following the ship because he believed it to be a bad omen. The crew were initially angry with his act, believing that the albatross brought the wind that led them out of the Antarctic. The south wind that blew them north then began to send them into uncharted waters where they became stranded, tormented by thirst.

Throughout the song, Taylor creates a tone of suspicion; a theme of people warning men about women like herself. She appears to be painting herself like the albatross, a creature that represents the aforementioned bad luck and shame. In “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” it is the sailor’s act of killing that creates disaster, not the albatross itself. Taylor uses the suspicious tone to show how blame is pointed on ‘the albatross’, showing how men point the blame on women they’ve been warned about instead of acknowledging their own actions.

#taylor swift #the tortured poets department #TSTTPD #ttpd #ttpd the anthology #ts ttpd #lyrics #literature #the albatross #sailors #sea #ship

[dappydaffer]

WW Normal Album Analysis (pt. 4(?)) 💜

Back at it again, people!

I've been wanting to do this again for a while, since I haven't in actual months. And since @interfacefox 's request won, here I am again because even after almost a year of liking Will's music, my fixation refuses to cease.

If you know what's going on, then you know my whole normal album theory, but if not, here's a link to my last few posts where I analyzed the normal album and puked my thoughts out for people to see:

- Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/dappydaffer/733190401716027392/this-rant-im-about-to-go-on-will-probably-not?source=share

- Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/dappydaffer/733737259322474496/ww-normal-album-analysis-pt-2?source=share

- Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/dappydaffer/734550698381950976/ww-normal-album-analysis-pt-3?source=share

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I'm not only doing this because of interface, but this is a song I have been itching to do for a while, despite how lengthy/complex it seems, and the song I'm going to be analyzing is...

Black Box Warrior

(I am, however, splitting this up into parts. This shit is waaaay too much for me to analyze in one sitting, so you get the chorus and first (maybe couple) of verses for now-)

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Although I've heard the song was simply just a challenge for Will lyrically and musically, there is a theory I strongly believe about this song, and that it's an allusion/reference to the illegal human experimentation program, MKUltra, which started in 1953, and continued until 1973. The experiment itself was run and designed by the CIA and its sole purpose was to test means of psychological torture, effects of drugs, and even brainwashing in order to force confessions out of people.

(I mean, hell, even the title is a spinoff name of the experiment itself - "OKULTRA-")

(Read more about it here, it is genuinely interesting as hell: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MKUltra)

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In bits and pieces throughout the song, starting with the first verse, the lyrics have convinced me the song is either a doctor describing the horrid side effects a now-deceased patient endured due to the means of getting confessions out of them, or an unknown narrator is making it seem like the victim/patient's side effects was this nonsensical, psychedelic adventure, when it reality, it was far much worse.

Lyrics that either allude to the side effects or hint at this possibility at all within the first verse and chorus include:

"Trojan Horse'd his blood brain barrier and raised the LD-50.."

I belive the trojan horse invading the "brain barrier" is a metaphor relating to the obliviousness of this particular victim, or MKUltra patients in general, to the psychologically damaging actions being inflicted on them, and the effects they are yet to bring on them. The trojan horse tale tells of greek invaders successfully tricking the Trojans into letting them in, making it seem as if a giant wooden horse were a gift. The victim could also be seeing, or being told so by doctors inflicting them, that these experiments are for the greater good, when it really is just a heap of psychological torture and abuse in disguise, slowly and surely going to attack and seep in once it gets past the patient's defenses. Instead of immeadiately attacking, I believe that's where the LD-50 part of the metaphor kicks in. LD-50 is a term that refers to the amount of chemicals given, which causes 50% of the deaths in a group of test animals (usually before releasing the chemical to public) - Not only does this imply that patients are simply just treated like disposable test objects before they officially solidify these means of interrogation/testing as part of the criminal justice system, but it also shows that once the patient's defenses are downed/weakened, the LD-50 (lethal dose) can be further pushed to see how far the testing can go until the patient confesses or succumbs to the side-effects of the torture.

"- the Black Box Warrior, He skipped this town and headed straight down history-"

While I'm certain black box could be a reference to something else, I believe it not only refers to how CIA Director, Richard Helm ordered evidence of the project to be destroyed before the public was informed about it in 1975, but also alludes to how it adds confidentiality to the patient being referred to and personifies him as a stastistic or another case to destroy and rid of in the eyes of those in charge. Him "heading straight down history" could also be an allusion to how he simply just forgotten and/or killed off so easily and quickly, joining others who passed, and waiting for new patients to join him who will only get treated the same as he did, due to the abuse and effects inflicted by doctors.

"Roman candles at both ends in his synapses"

Burning both ends of the candle is a common phrase that exaggerates or tells that oneself is overworking or doing too much or burning themselves out, etc. Whilst synapses are spaces between cells that transmit nervous impulse (correct me if I am wrong). The patient in question having roman candles at both ends of their synapses is what I believe to be physical sensory overload or the "LD-50 being raised" far too high to the point of his nervous system going haywire. LSD was a common psychoactive drug used in MKUltra and when one takes LSD, the nervous system can be/is heavily effected (depending on how heavy the dosage) and from what science can conclude; since synapses, a part of the nervous system, facillitate communication between neurons via transmission of signals in neurotransmitter forms, and therefore play vital roles in the brain functioning properly (perception, memory, emotions, etc.), burning metaphorical roman candles at the ends of this patients' synapses implies that a scary, damn near lethal dose of LSD has been injected into the patient by doctors working for MKUltra.

"Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo"

I believe here the song is panning to the doctor and a 3rd person point of view of what his intentions/thoughts are. Scrubs that doctors wear are typically a shade of "baby-blue," and kevlar is a material commonly used in bullet proof vests. With the doctor wearing a metaphorical baby-blue bulletproof vest, it could symbolize that the doctor may have a heart to at least barely acknowledge that what he is doing is wrong, however, it is his job to do so for the project, therefore he may be rationalizing and hiding behind his status as a doctor (hence the tuxedo metaphor, as I view tuxedos as a sign of high social/financial status) in order to dodge the bullet of actual reason (hence, the kevlar reference).

"If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now / There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down"

This piece of the chorus really feels like a "ride or die" statement towards the alleged patient. The song (or what I assume is the doctor) almost mockingly, or non-chalantly tells the patient that despite everything he has been put through, it wasn't enough to kill him and even though they have far enough pushed him past his physical and mental limit, he (the doctor) almost encourages this patient to continue on and comply with their experiments. This really shines a light on how little regard the higher ups of this program beared for the victims that were unfortunately involved. As for "looking up or looking down," I believe it is the doctor still telling the patient to continue on, until he dies, and either looks "up" to heaven, or "down" at hell. There truly is no more going back. The patient has to keep pushing and not only burn both ends of his synapses with the aforementioned metaphorical roman candles, he has to burn himself out physically and mentally until his body gives into the effects of the torture and LSD.

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Thank you for coming to my TED talk....holy shit, that took way too long-

I hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this, and if you have your own Black Box Warrior/Normal Album/Will Wood theory, I'd love to hear them.

I promise I will add more to this analysis with a part 2, however, I may do other WW songs in between that time =)

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#my hands are in agony #the brainrot is real #will wood #will wood and the tapeworms #the normal album #black box warrior #will wood analysis #“is this shit enough proof for you?” #dappy rants #music analysis

[izzyspussy]

see they're legally able to do the ya-yas from the old song in the new song because when blackhands split up they did it quick and extremely painful but were pretending to do it quick and painless and so their legal proceedings with regards to who owns the music they made together were pretty lazy and legally inadvisable and they just split it 50/50 like everything else bada boom bada bing we DON'T want to think about this AT ALL just GET IT DONE lawyers!! bye!!! and they didn't even say okay this specific half of songs etc they just had an arrangement of like 50% ownership each of the copyrights or whatever (idk how any of this works or if this is even possible just go with it)

anyway so then when the new song with izzy's new band comes out where he uses the ya-yas from the old song that ed wrote about him, and the new song is very obviously about ed and is not flattering, and it's a whole thing, stede and ed's new fans are like omg you should so totally sue that guy, and it gets so much traction on social media and in music/entertainment journalism and shit that izzy and his band think this is For Sure happening, like they Are going to get sued, and so they're like covertly preparing to countersuit but not that covertly and so that gets out and then ed is like omg he's going to SUE me?? </3 but of course at the same time both ed and izzy are like I Deserve This. I Deserve For Him To Sue Me For My Own Music Because It's His Too And I Am A Monster. And I Deserve To Be Defamed Also. Because I Am A Monster.

and then they do in fact sue each other due to the media pressure and the fact that they are both so certain the other one is going to sue them anyway so they might as well sue too even though in fact actually neither of them ever had any plans to sue the other one first, and they go to court about it and it gets dragged out horribly and it's a whole circus, and izzy gets supremely villainized and loses half of the half of the fans that he "poached" by being talented and emotionally genuine in his covers and new music and people start saying he probably didn't even write any of it and the covers were just a gimmick and none of that stuff is probably true about ed and ed is an innocent victim in all this, even tho ed like publicly admits on the record that he cheated on izzy and maybe he even tries to admit that he hit izzy but stede convinces him not to put that on record just in case izzy decides to use that to for further legal action even though ed is like ?? if he was going to surely he would have already? and meanwhile stede is realizing he's maybe been very biased about this and actually izzy isn't a bad guy and maybe he's the bad guy here actually (because of course he can't conceive of ed being the bad guy, and he CERTAINLY cannot conceive of their being no bad guy and/or they're all bad guys and/or they're all good guys and sometimes good guys can do really bad shit to each other).

anyway so meanwhile, ed's new music on stede's label has been not exactly shitty because the music is reasonably interesting in sound but the lyrics are really boring and trite and ed's heart just clearly isn't really in it and he's like careening toward pop easy listening, which not to be a music elitist or anything i do like pop easy listening, but it is kind of a downfall from the progressive industrial he was making with izzy (and fang and ivan) in the pre-stede band. and like he does want to be making pop he wants that bouncy bubblegum flavor, but he can't bear to be genuine with it and reveal himself in any way and it shows. his fans are mostly people who love the idea of what he's trying to do more than what he's actually giving. (and also he knows that and pretends he's into it, that his name and his whole vibe is Enough, but also he resents those fans for not holding him to real standards and he hates himself - i mean for a whole host of reasons, but also for not meeting the potential of his vision out of, lbr, cowardice).

anyway so the suit goes thru, ed wins the rights to all their old music and also a lump sum for defamation, and technically he sued izzy's new band as a whole for this but izzy pays the damages entirely himself. and like to be fair he's rich af from the old band even tho now he doesn't have royalties from the hard work he put in anymore, so like he's not bankrupted by this but he is cut down from who-gives-a-fuck to having a monthly budget, and it also breaks up the new band mostly just because he's like i'm a clear financial liability (even tho there's really nothing else left to take legally speaking) and if you keep me on your lineup you're going to literally get murdered and die, and so he's back anonymously writing backing music for solo vocalists where he gets very little creative freedom and no credit and he hates it but he hates it less than a 9 to 5 so it is what it is. but jim and everybody still tries to hang out with him as friends and they mess around a little in the garage because they like him and they miss him and they want him to be okay and to be around him and play with him. and they leave their shit behind in his garage because none of them have really Made It yet and he's the only one with a garage to leave it in.

and so then stede has his whole crisis because he broke up ed and izzy's relationship and their band and he seduced ed to his fucking vanity label and ed's new music sucks and he thinks that's his fault and now ed and izzy aren't even friends and the wikipedia page is a blood bath and ed doesn't even know technically stede is only separated from mary not divorced and it's only a matter of time before he finds out and is he really just having a midlife crisis like everyone says? and he hurt all these people in the process? exactly like the worthless no-talent rich asshole that makes his problems everyone else's problems that izzy (among Many Others) said he was? so he cuts and runs and dismantles the label and disappears into the night inasmuch as a modern day stunt music producer can and goes back to mary and the kids and she lets him stay even tho they are legally separated and she's within her rights to kick him out, and this gets on the news cycle of course. and stede didn't leave a note or anything, so once again ed only has whatever rumors are going around to go on for why this happened.

so obviously he goes nuts. he blew up his whole life for stede and because stede made him believe he could switch genres if he wanted to and he could be good at it even though it's so different from what's expected from him with his tattoos and his piercings and his leather daddy vibes and his weird anti-vocals that simply Don't Fit the pop scene, and then he did bad and everyone hates him (not true, but it's ed) and izzy hates him (again, not true) and he absolutely thinks that destroying izzy's career and taking his music away is Worse than beating him up and cheating on him (izzy does not agree; but to be fair what he thinks the Worst ed did to him is not hitting him, not being unfaithful, and not taking away his work - all of those izzy thinks he at least is in part responsible for himself, no, what he thinks is the Worst ed ever did to him is simply. to break his heart. that's worse than anything else). anyway so ed is back on his Since You Are So Convinced That I Am Your[ Monster] I Will Be It shit, if you can really say he ever got off it in the first place (debatable).

so he turns up drunk at izzy's house and they fucking get back together. and then ed pressures izzy into inviting now-jim's band over to play and he'll watch, and he nitpicks at absolutely everything and tears them the fuck apart. but also he's still drunk and like kind of visibly crying and being pathetic even while he's being incredibly mean to them, and also he's a fucking legend surely he can't just be talking? right? some of this has to be good advice? so they keep coming back and playing in izzy's garage and getting torn down by ed. and izzy keeps trying to defend them, and ed just completely fucking ignores him, until they leave and then he's all over izzy and izzy tries to pretend to himself that this is good and it's what he wants and he wanted ed back he wanted stede gone he just wanted to be with ed this is what he wants. this is good. but they're both even more miserable than they were immediately pre-stede, and eventually izzy has to admit to himself he's actually more miserable than he was when ed was actively cheating on him which is fucked isn't it. so he tries to gently bring this up with ed - er... as 'gently' as izzy hands can fucking do anything - and ask if ed really wants to make this work or if he's just torturing them, tells him that he still loves him, the whole deal, and ed throws something at him and threatens that if he doesn't shut up he'll beat him up again, and izzy takes that as a non-answer instead of the very clear answer that it is because he's the second messiest bitch alive. and he goes to bed with ed and lets him do whatever he wants and ed cries on him and it sucks so fucking bad. and then in the morning ed is pissed as fuck that izzy didn't break up with him and condemn him and beat him up and sue and kill him or whatever, so he goes into the garage while izzy is in his dinky little second-bedroom studio recording some stupid background track he doesn't care about and he goes absolutely psycho ham and he destroys jim's and everyone's equipment to smithereens.

and izzy calls fang because he doesn't know what else to do but obviously he's not going to call the cops on the love of his life, you know, so fang shows up with ivan and ed gets a good wallop on ivan and gives him a concussion, and maybe a broken piece of equipment gets horrifically embedded in izzy's leg, but the three of them manage to get ed out of the garage and out of the house and fang gets him in one of those suffocating headlocks until he's on the verge of passing out which is basically "calmed down" or the closest to it you can get in this situation and then points him in a direction and tells him to fuck off (and then later they try to keep it quiet what exactly happened, even tho like..... what excuse can you make lol?), but not before all of jim's and everyone's instrumence and stuff is fucking trashed. and izzy has never felt more guilty for anything in his fucking life. he's certain that he's going to be tackled and killed (and he'll deserve it, just like he deserved everything else). but! this is finally the last straw for him and he tells ed - over email aslkks - that they're done For Real This Time.

izzy tries to pay the gang back for their shit but they won't take his money, but then that also means they're pretty much shit out of luck at least for a while because they're all like baristas and bartenders and shit and they can't just drop thousands on new equipment whenever they want. no more band. except they still have whatever shit izzy had in that bedroom studio and whatever shit they weren't using and was at their own houses, like frenchie's actual fucking lute. and izzy tries to give them his recording stuff, and he had an acoustic and an electric guitar up there too, and they're like okay fine but actually sike we're going to use your recording room too and since it's your room you have to be there and we don't have a guitar player anyway so there. so they start making music together again and it's fucking weird ass genre-bending shit because izzy still prefers to write in a very prog-industrial style, and jim still sings like a punk, but frenchie's on lute now instead of bass so like ?? hm. and they're well and truly a garage band now just fucking doing whatever they can do with what they've got and putting it up on soundcloud or whatever the fuck, no label, pay what you want, etc. but they're sensational again like izzy's instagram covers were because everyone's like what in the god damn fuck even is this and why does it legitimately fuck.

meanwhile, ed goes on his hermit journey of the soul or whatever, and comes out somewhat better on the other side, and he tries to re-start up the old band with fang and ivan but they're not interested, so he has to go on another hermit journey of the soul and come out a little bit more better on the other side of that one, and he decides okay you know what fuck it i'll start my OWN label. like i said he's a god damn legend so even with all the crazy shit about him being kind of legit dangerous and like beating up his partner and destroying all their shit, he still has reputation capital, and he manages to get some pretty sweet producers like spanish jackie to join up with him and get it together. he even pulls bonny and read out of retirement.

and like... he doesn't hate it. he feels like he's really making a difference, and tbh he does actually love going out to open mics and shit to find talent that's his favorite part. he loves meeting new people with new sounds and actually helping them flourish and do what they really want, and his label is wildly diverse because of it. he's doing really good work in more than one way. but it's not what he wanted. he wants to make pop music. he wants to be a popstar with an industrial rock background who has tattoos and piercings and wears leather and is an anti-vocalist. and he fucking wants to be loved for it. he knows he's doing good and he genuinely sees the value in it, but he fucking wants it for himself. not that he didn't get it with the old band doing the old thing, but still... he's so jealous of the new guard doing al this cool weird shit and getting celebrated for it when he didn't get to. but the workload of being head producer on this label is too much for him to be doing other shit too, and his hermit journey of the soul actually really did do him a lot of good (as well as, uh, his therapist lol) so even tho he frequently gets the urge he doesn't abandon everyone and try to do his own thing willy nilly. agonies.

until of course eventually stede makes his way all the way through his own journey of the soul (distinctly not hermitic) and comes back onto the scene. he's finally full divorced from mary, and they split their assets pretty evenly too, although you know more thoughtfully than ed and izzy did lmao, so he's distinctly less rich now but he still has all that rich guy investment know how or whatever, and he still wants to make music (he wanted to be a musician and he's like got a higher education in it and shit, but he just cannot fucking carry a tune tragically). anyway, so he and ed make up and they decide to take the relationship slow, but they go full speed on business and ed signs over the label to stede to manage. and finally ed gets to go back to being a star, and this time he's actually doing what he fucking meant to do when he signed with stede's original label. he actually makes really good, genre boundary pushing pop music that is fun to listen to but also artistically interesting and made with authentic heart. and he becomes just as sensational for his musical creativity and emotionally poignant lyrics as izzy.

and then stede goes ever so slightly rogue, partially out of guilt but also partially because like... he really thinks they're legitimately a good fit, he starts trying to woo izzy's new-new band to sign with him.

#jack facts #i guess i gotta make a tag for this damn #ofmd #hc #getting in tune

[fanaticsnail]

Hello again! I'm coming with a challenge for a character you haven't write yet but since it's me you can imagine who is 😉 That's if you have the time and still taking Dance requests 🕺💃 A very Pretty Please and Thank You's!

I found the perfect dance genre for Bogard while looking for inspiration and I want to give this prompt to you.

This may be long but here I go.

Since, as you commented on my first headcanons, my reader OC already is an Art Dealer who is absolutely a white collar pirate, I want to give you the prompt of Bogard with reader who is a normal Art Dealer although the background story is the same: they were going to get engaged in their youth but she rejected him in the end because that wasn't the life she wanted and ran away to became an artist.

Ironically, she ended working indirectly with the Marine by geting artworks for highrank officers (like Axe Morgan's paintings and such) and helping with recovered stolen goods and treasures from pirates, like testing it's legitimacy and pricing.

They've seen each other from time to time throught the years but they know it might not have worked due to him being overseas all the time. Still the Spark is definetely there and they can't help to wonder what if. As NSFW as you feel comfortable 😉

Also, this goes for OPLA Bogard whose actor is like 36yo. While animanga Bogard may have like +50yo because he already was Garp's second 38 years ago, acording to wiki (I'm headcanon-ing that that Bogard was his father XD).

The songs I came with for Bogard are Danzon/Mambo from the 40's/50's but there are so many versions that I can't pin them. They're just categorized as "popular latin music" (I'd add Vintage because they're definetely my grandparents songs even if they have more modern versions):

¿Quién será? (definitely a mambo)

Sway (english version)

Even if it's almost the same music, the lyrics are very diferent. In spanish is more melancholy with the singer wondering if he'll ever love again and who'll be she.

Quizás, Quizás (no idea of the genre but this one sounds like a very slow Danzon to me. I specially like this version from the movie Cantinflas.)

Perhaps, Perhaps (english version, more lively, mambo-ish?)

Again very diferent lyrics but both convey the message and vibes I imagine. The spanish one is more sad, specially in the context of the movie with the wife feeling miserable and left behind by her famous actor husband.

Nereidas (definetely a danzon).

No lyric just vibes but that was totally the Cabaret music from my grandparents' period 🤭

And that's it. I hope I didn't bored you with all the explanation and may spark some inspiration. This genre of music is from my favorites for when I'm feeling specially vintage-y, and Bogard gives me all the Noir vibes.

Oh my goodness, my darling! Absolutely! I would love to write for Bogard!

I have never written for him before and I am excited to do more of a deep-dive into who he is. I've finally managed to get up to the Helmeppo and Koby training sequence in the Anime, so I'll be able to draw more on what he's all about to add to my little dance series. I adore the art dealer, antiquities evaluator character. It's giving: Indiana Jones in the best way.

Of the series, I am yet to complete the scenes for Koby and Garp - now I absolutely must add this noir-esk sea-dilf to the list!

I've also never had a proper NSFW request before, so this will be a fun dynamic to play with - especially with the dance series.

Thank you for giving me the prompt. I'll add him to the misc list!

You could never bore me, dear. I adore hearing from fellow writers, readers and lurkers.

To be completed of the Dance Series:

Koby's Foxtrot

Garps Bolero

Cabarat at Baratie

Bogard's Mambo/Danzon

Masterlist is here in the interim!

#bogard #bogard one piece #opla #one piece #bogard x reader #dance series #onepiece #x reader #opla fic #one piece live action

[iamawrittensentence]

i think a lot about how when you're a child growing up in the kind of church I did, the expectation of performance is inseparable from the act itself. and how when you're supposed to hate yourself in order to be loved. like. the idea is that god hates you(r sin), and that he can't *not* hate like that due to his nature. and that you have to change or fight your nature in order to be in his grace. but the idea is not two-sided. the idea that god should or even *could* change isn't even thought of. you have to enter the headspace of god to be loved by him. so you spend every service waiting for the holy spirit to strike, waiting for it to split you open and lay you bare at the altar. screaming and crying is the sound of god of god loving you. the closest you can be to him is when you're broken, incoherent and writhing. and you learn to chase that feeling. but that's predicated on a feeling of safety, of familiarity, of accountability to the other members of the church.

what do you do when you move at 11? every tie severed at once. your grandmother, who was the model for love in your life, the model for *god,* now 999 miles away. you left your*self* 999 miles away. of course, we try again. this is our chance for a new start! all the opportunities we've regaled you with are now right in front of you. take them! take them! take them! come on- take them! listen, you just have to apply yourself. I *know* you're smarter than this, you just have to put the work in.

what happened to the son I knew? you used to be so sweet. I miss the sweeter version of you. the ways in which you are changing are not acceptable, please try again.

We found a church that we wanna try. I promise it'll be like it used to be, you just have to try. come on- we're trying so hard, why cant you just meet us halfway? there's the son I love, keep the big smile!!

its not the same though. it's been almost a year in the new place and you are alone. there feels like a barrier between y'all -*did you just say y'all?* and the world you've landed in. children run in circles in the youth room, playing games you've never heard of. none of these people feel real to you. everything here is so plastic and structured, and you've never seen a church that looks like a school. never been in a church that required a PA system and jumbo screens to see and hear the preacher. lyrics play onscreen as the band plays top 50 christian hits.

you search for the rock hammer typically provided by these spaces and find yourself tool-less. how can this glorified auditorium hold god? they're trying too hard to find him, you think. it feels like they're trying to bring him into the room, but god rushes up behind you when you're vulnerable and tears you open in front of everyone. a divine experience involves pulsing and bleeding, unable to bear the world through the eyes of god, and a team of people to nurse you back to humanity. there is none of that here.

you feel like a failure. you've felt god before, why can't you now? everyone else can. just try, okay? I *know* you're holier than this. where's the son I used to know? You used to be so pious. that's better, big smiles!

you learn that feeling it isn't as important as *doing* it. no one else around you can tell what's going on in your mind, and god doesn't seem interested in snitching. maybe if you go ahead and cry it'll be easier to do it for real next time. you walk into the sanctuary every day with a mix of anticipation, fear, and guilt.

maybe this time I'll be close enough to feel god. do I need to sing louder? are my arms perpendicular enough to the floor? if I reach higher, will I feel him brush my fingertips? maybe I need to memorize the songs. after all, this is the music good christians listen to. maybe if you learn to love the music, you'll love god better. maybe then he'll answer. after all, you love music, so you must just hate god if these songs aren't doing it for you.

it's been years since you've bled in church naturally. you learn to bring your own rock hammer. to break yourself apart on what little of god you have managed to stash away here. no one can know. god belongs in church, and outsourcing is strictly forbidden. so make sure the wounds match. these people are bloodspatter experts. and if you cant match the wounds, cant copy the spatter, well it's an easy fix, really. pulp yourself and paint the scene so thoroughly the only possible conclusion is that you are wounded, wounded, wounded. if you bleed *enough*, no one will bother checking *how* you're bleeding.

or where.

another 999 miles later and you've learned to take it as a given that you're a fraud. maybe one day you'll really get serious and devote yourself to god, but you haven't, so you cant. you're so scarred you can no longer find easy flesh to pierce. every vulnerable part of you has been repeatedly shredded in order to show god your insides. *see, I'm still human! I still bleed for you!* you find that your skull is now used to his rock hammer. it no longer makes the beautiful spatters that made you feel so close to him. the pain is dull, and the blood flows weakly, so much lost you can no longer even bleed.

another church. you continue to throw yourself against the stones, but it feels even more performative now. every room you found god in is now impossibly far away. there is 17 years of distance between you and the living room. maybe one day you'll get serious and devote yourself to your family. two weeks and 45 minutes at a time stands between you and god. you decided to store him there instead of lugging him back and forth just to sit in your room. you keep buying bibles, hoping one will be able to hold him.

you have no idea how happy it makes me that you're reading your bible. actually, I should look at the churches around here, we could go together!

you stop reading your Bible. that stop asking you about it. you stop singing in church. no one notices. you stop begging god to make you love him. and he does.

what now? you find that god is still there, less demanding but no more yielding. it's your turn to sneak up behind him. split him open and inspect his innards. *see how this part bleeds? it's because you didn't honor Me. see how you don't *stop* bleeding? that's because you love Me. you were made to. I Created you in my image.* if the roles were reversed he would relish in this. but it brings you no joy. you thought it would, thought that being able to inflict yourself upon him would make you feel whole again. but consuming just passes it through you. unfortunately, you have to build yourself. you don't even have an Other to build yourself against.

You learn that reacting will never substantiate you, only preserve. you learn to work towards what you want, not run from what you don't. and you learn to stop bleeding yourself to find what runs you, and instead simply... asking. you are still covered in blood.

#from the inkwell

[demxnicprxncess]

Hi there! Can I request a list of what the Evans favorite songs are. Pls and thank you! 💕

Alright i gotchu the Evan one was looked up because i feel like he wouldve told us already idk

Taglist: @kitwalkersgfff, @ppawmpkin, @yes-divine-ruler, @quicksilversg1rl, @charsdunkie, @eddiemunsonsbitch69, @dahmevan lmk if you would like to be added or removed my dears.

Evan: "Alejandro." "It's an underrated song," Peter added. "I like to bust that one out because it is more under the radar and totally badass." (I love this because this is my fav too!!) source

Tate: I feel like instead of smells like teen spirit it'd be maybe like Breed, or even And I Love Her due to the sense of emotion in this one

Kit Walker: Def into smooth music, I could see him listening to Can't Help Falling in Love, and possibly My Girl, idk he just gives me that energy

Kyle: He gives me 3OH!3 energy and Like a G6, and even Tokyo Drift, as for the 3OH!3 songs heres a few. Touchin On My, Don't Trust Me.

Jimmy: Imma put his cover to "Come As You Are" by nirvana cs why not, but I feel like he listens to Lana Del Rey (IDC IF ITS THE 50's STFU)

James: He listens to Ain't Misbehaving but appreciates Lana Del Rey and even the occasional GaGa

Kai: He doesn't really listen to music but if he did, I feel like it'd be meaningful songs. I can't really think of the songs rn... actually on second thought I could see him listening to music from the 70's occasionally but never when people can hear it. Like Earth Wind and Fire type shit.

Alex (Adult World): He listens to Artistic Music... he's an artist. Here's an example. Bad Romance. Idk I feel like he vibes with it tbh

Peter Maximoff: He LOVES The Fox idk but what I do know is he knows the lyrics to this song just like me. But also, he loves Pink Floyd, so I feel like he adores Another Brick in the Wall, I was Made for Loving You, and Bohemian Rhapsody.

Again these are all my opinions babe.

#evan peter american horror story #evan peters #evan peters x reader #evan peters imagine #ahs kai anderson #kai anderson imagine #kai anderson #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon #kit walker #kit walker x reader #ahs cult #ahs coven #ahs murder house #ahs hotel #ahs fandom #american horror story hotel #american horror story freakshow #american horror story #james march #james patrick march #ahs jimmy #jimmy darling #post death kyle spencer #kyle spencer #predeath kyle spencer

[dies-mercurii]

my jayce playlist has officially hit 50+ songs.... might as well ramble about my favorites and their lyrics!

♡ — ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀʀʏɴx

You used all your words for a quick game Blew it all before you won I speak in cursive, I'm poignant, assertive There's musical chairs in my teeth Poke me to battle, I'll jump on the saddle I'll smile as you fall to your feet

How stupid, selfish baby Don't you battle with my larynx tonight I'll wreck you if you chase me But I'll be silent 'til you cross the line The line, the line Don't you battle with my larynx tonight So crude and selfish baby Don't you battle with my larynx tonight

nevermind how fucking good PORTALS is as an album. the whole song taken as having a sharp and cruel tongue that needs to be tamed is such a vibe for my take on jayce.

♡ — ꜰɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ

Call me fighter, I'll mop the floor with you Call me lover, I'll take you for a drink or two You'll get older, and maybe then you'll feel some control

Roller skate into my view Hold my gaze tonight Hold my baby, I love you See you smile so bright If you truly love me Why'd you train me to fight? If it wasn't in my blood Why do you seem right?

im a sucker for jack stauber's weird music style, no doubt about it. but fighter hits so hard (for a loser that loves jayvik), because isn't it inherently tragic that jayce's enemy is the only friend he ever made? a scientist before a hero, an engineer before a warrior, jayce was never made to fight. someone had to teach him.

♡ — ʜᴏɴᴇʏᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴘʜᴀꜱᴇ (ʟɪᴍᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ)

Does it feel like you've been dancing with yourself? After faring an ocean to an isle of delight Overindulge in an envious revel Confections that spoil over time Once the honeymoon phase is over Maybe our heads will be clear 'Cause love is a water eroded by stone A force as eccentric as yesterday

So what, I'm fucking jealous; why're you so surprised That the one to run their mouth felt deserving of the pride? I've kept my mouth shut for so many fucking years Keeping to myself and masking out of this fear I don't know where to begin Been dancing with my nightmares again Feels like you've wanted to run, run away So I'll cherish another heart

Well that's just the cost of limerance It all feels so perfect for a while I'm sorry I didn't tell you anything But crying's easier in secret, baby I've been flying a kite Learning how to love life once more To know the catharsis of loving again Reminds us of how much we bled

this one isn't directly linked to my main playlist, but its something i listen to often when writing jayce. considering that a main focus of jayce's league canon is that he desires to be a better person and treat others well despite his instinct to put them down due to his own (self-professed) superiority, there's an inherent struggle in going against his nature to BE that better person. not to mention, after viktor's expulsion from the university and back down to zaun, it notably hit jayce very hard, to the point that he became incredibly reclusive and refused to work with others at all. the lyric "learning how to love life once more" just hits incredibly hard. a big part of jayce's arc is to learn how to love people, not just exist alongside them begrudgingly. it's about becoming a decent person and doing right.

♡ — ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ

How long do I have to wait 'Til my lonely days are over? My heart is on the train A bag without an owner

I put myself to bed just halfway through the party I love all my friends but I hate when their eyes are on me I miss being friends with you, but what can I do? What can I do but leave you alone? Here's to you and me And the crumbling infrastructure no one else can see The end result of my own reckless impulsivity Could you spare a sec to talk to me?

But what is left to say? Now we see each other plain Why do you pretend You don't know who's to blame?

"a quick fix" says this more plainly about jayce than i ever could.

Jayce had seen this kind of reaction before. Most everyone he met had heard the stories of his legendary hammer and his unyielding heroism. They expected grandeur. They expected humility. They expected him to not be a massive jerk. Jayce inevitably disappointed them.

there's an idea of jayce that people have, someone heroic and nice and humble, but jayce just isn't that person. at his heart, he's just kind of a cunt. he's stand-offish and reclusive and while it's clear he does care about the well-being of others, he prefers it be done at a distance. away from him, so he can keep being left alone. so, as someone who cares FAR too much about his characterization, its another note i like to take advantage of for how i write him. jayce cares about people. jayce isn't really a bad person. he's kindly in the sense that he'd help you, but mean in the sense that'd he'd probably call you an idiot for getting in that mess in the first place. he's not a grand superhero, he's just a guy. one of my favorite things to write, is jayce just figuring out how to be that guy amongst others, and learning to be happy alongside them.

#✩ ...ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅ ✩ (musings) #✩ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴀᴍᴍᴇʀꜱ :( ✩ (ooc) #[i care so much about music for my muses its insane] #[i just love in-depth characterization so so much]

[old1ddude]

Faith in the Future Troutdale, Oregon

Okay, I saw Louis in the flesh a few weeks ago and it’s about time I wrote up my experience.

The McMenamins-Edgefield amphitheater is a lovely venue for outdoor concerts.  There are plenty of tall trees surrounding (and a few within) the field, so the whole thing is shaded fairly early on June evenings.  Due to heavy traffic through greater Portland, we were not as early as we had hoped, but did find a spot for our low beach chairs about halfway back.  The venue was not crowded (except for right in front of the stage, which was a separate, roped off area I think.)  I believe it was roughly half of full capacity (which would have been quite crowded.)  As it was, halfway back, we had respectful distances between our party and those who surrounded us.  85%-90% of the crowd appeared to be females in their mid-late twenties.  There were a few men around the same age scattered about along with some couples who were 50 plus.  If I had to guess, I’d say the vast majority of the crowd were old 1D fans.

I didn’t know what to expect from Andrew Cushin, but his short set blew me away.  He was charming, humble, grateful and disarming  when he talked to the crowd and poured out his entire soul with every song he sang.  He only himself, a guitar, and a keyboardist -- and that’s all he needed.  He sang about some very painful things (such as his alcoholic father) but he has an absolutely beautiful voice.

Next up were the Snuts and I would have enjoyed most of their songs had it not been for the lead singer’s voice.  His sound is harsh, shrill, nasal and just plain ugly.  I’m sure he could sing nicely, but this is apparently his style, or brand.  I HATE ugly art!  It was quite a contrast with Cushin (who made beautiful art from ugly, painful experiences.)  The Snuts make otherwise good songs obstreperous and ugly.

I’ve Been Lying to Myself

While I’m not one to watch much fan video of live concerts (the audio quality is just awful and you often hear the crowd more than the artist) I have seen many, many clips of Louis performing live.  Upon seeing these clips, I have consistently (in my head) blamed any deficiencies in Louis’ vocals on things like the crowd singing off key.  (And to be fair, the crowd, more than often, does sing VERY badly and no where near in key.)  However, after listening to a live show in person, it’s clear that Louis can’t carry a tune very well.  At the beginning of every song, I would hope he had hit his stride and would pull off a decent vocal - only to end up wincing at some point, because he would hit some absolutely sour notes.  Now, a lot of very famous artists (Springsteen, Petty, etc.) could be a little off key, but gratingly sour is another matter.  I think Louis might well be aware of his shortcomings, because he doesn’t seem to have much confidence on stage.  His voice is mixed like a background singer, so his very proficient band comes through much, much louder and clearer than his vocal.  Meaningful interaction with the audience seems limited to those within twelve or fifteen feet of the stage.  I certainly didn’t expect to make eye contact with him (especially with those sunglasses he wore -- what was up with those?) but please make some effort at playing to the whole venue.  Louis as a live performer is in one word, disappointing.  I take no joy in saying the most memorable part of seeing Louis live, for me, is sour notes and very little stage presence.

“Faith in the Future” is one of my favorite alums.  My favorite tracks include:  “Written All Over Your Face,” “Face the Music,” “Chicago,” “All This Time,” “Headline,” “Silver Tongues,” “Common People” and “Angles Fly.”  The only songs I usually skip are: “The Greatest” (it’s okay, but I was never into Imagine Dragons music) ” Bigger Than Me”  and “She is Beauty...”  Louis writes some very good music and is occasionally brilliant with his lyricism.  The thing with lyrics is, the way they sound is just as, or more important than what they say.  Some of his best lyrics come from “Silver Tongues” such as:  “You said love was a pretty lie, And I choked when your smoke got in my eye...” and  “ You said grass was a dirty drug. You like to preach with a vodka in your mug.”  Also, the way he delivers those lines on the album is sublime. 

I’m sure Louis has a long future, if he wants it, in music, but I don’t know how long he can sustain a career as a live performer.  Something tells me that even people like Swfity (who shows zero talent for music, lyricism, or staying on key) must have impressive stage presence.  From what I’ve seen a thousand times in clips, but only admitted to myself after seeing him live, Louis just doesn’t have “it” on stage.  I wish him the very best and I hope he proves me wrong one day.  For now, I’ll continue enjoying his music, but don’t see myself paying to see him live again.

#Louis #Faith in the Future

[umbralstars]

otp asks for Darya and Rufus: 20, 50, 52

otp asks for Emyr and Glenn: 27, 30, 36

Got very long so putting everything under the cut

Darya/Rufus:

Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

I need everything for this to last

I have a playlist worth of songs but right now I’m feeling “Don’t You Dare (Make Me Fall in Love With You)” by Kaden MacKay and while I mostly see it from being from Rufus’ perspective it still definitely fits Darya. It kind of encapsulates the entirety of their relationship. The fact that they fell in and out of each other’s lives, the fact that these are exactly the sentiments he had before they sat down and worked out what they wanted their relationship to be and look like, and even to her death where Rufus is left still very much in love even long after she’s gone.

For a more Darya centric song I definitely recommend “Midnight Oil” by Tommee Profitt because it fits with her needs and exceptions from Rufus with wanting a true partner in more ways than one. She wanted a relationship built to last, and truly believed that Rufus could give her one where she was happy out of all people. These are by far my favorite lyrics from the song for her:

“So when you’re ready take off your mask

I want a love where my heart can stand”

Who's more likely to do something out of spite?

One would think it would be Rufus, but Darya is more willing to do something out of pure spite and he won’t even realize that it’s coming. It’s like small spiteful things though (like putting in requests for her own meal at dinner if Rufus chose something she didn’t like) because they honestly don’t get into arguments or fights all that often and that would be what facilitates her doing something.  They have a pretty crucial agreement about openness and honesty, along with trying to resolve things before they devolve into fighting or taking out stress on the other.

One time of prolonged arguing though had Rufus overworking himself mostly out of spite, he ended up inevitably with a migraine, and Darya, after making sure he wasn’t hurting himself, left him to deal with it alone also out of spite. It ended with them both apologizing to the other and having an actual discussions about what caused the arguing in the first place.

Describe their weekend getaway?

Honestly, a getaway for them is probably staying close to home or going to County Samara just to enjoy some time away. They would enjoy things like going for longer horseback rides in the forests around Samara, perhaps stocking up arrows for a hunt while they’re out (Rufus is very much a fan), eating lunch in the gardens without having to worry about going back in for work later, and going out into the town to patronize restaurants or other businesses. For more extensive trips they love going to Derdriu to relax and have a bit more anonymity for any activities out in the city.

Glenn/Emyr:

Who is the light weight that needs to be taken care of after a party?

Glenn akdsnkk. Emyr’s Crest makes him less susceptible to alcohol (and recover from hangovers faster) so Glenn naturally is the lighter weight between the two. Emyr will always make sure his beau is taken care even before he takes care of himself if he was indulging too.

Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing?

I’m going to assume this is for some kind of event like a ball. Pics below is a balance of what I have in mind.

Who's more likely to fire up the stove at 2am because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry?

Glenn: Oh Emyr would dress him up like you wouldn’t believe. The man has an eye for fashion and knows what works best for Glenn and what he really enjoys. It would honestly be very simple but utterly elegant. Drenched in Fraldarius greens and furs, light armor pieces due to that being popular in Faerghus for formal wear.

Emyr: Glenn would revel in ensuring Emyr is drenched back to front in finery befitting of a prince. Gorgeous brocades and velvet, he thinks blue is Emyr’s best color for real, and of course fur because no Grand Duke of Itha can be seen without any. He wants to make absolute sure Emyr looks good and feels good and while he’s not the best fashion wise he knows what he likes to see Emyr wear and will put together an outfit based on gut instinct alone. He would also help Emyr decide how to incorporate elements of Srengi/Zemlja clothing and aesthetics into his formal wear because for Emyr it’s very important he can show that part of his heritage just as much as his role as Faerghal nobility. 

Emyr actually because he’s likely to be still awake at that time. He knows how to cook a good simple meal with Glenn help for a few parts albeit. Sometimes Glenn will pick out recipe cards he had Fiachra write down for him, but other times they improvise with what they think sounds good. They enjoy late nights snacks like scrambled eggs and bacon sandwiches, left over rice with meat they can flavor an sear, just a meat and vegetable skewer, and other stuff like that.

#stars answers #omgkalyppso #fe3h ocs #glenn fraldarius #rufus cassius blaiddyd #rufus blaiddyd #darya ceridwen artemi #emyr artemi blaiddyd #glenmyr #rufya

[garcello-my-beloved]

Headcanons cause I'm gay

Garcello

-Definitely was either a skater kid or a guitar guy in highschool. Hasn't played or skated since he graduated but he still remembers how to do the basic stuff. Occasionally he'll get bored and play a bit in his room or skate back and forth in the alley but only if he knows not a lot of people are around. He only really let's Annie hang around when he does any of these things since they're so close and because she was around when he was got into those things. Annie bugged him to learn a couple of songs she really likes so sometimes she'll sing along (if he knows the lyrics he'll sing as well)

-Man may be like 26/27 years old, but bros got back problems like he's 50. Probably due to an accident he had as a kid (prolly from skating) and it just healed weirdly. (Annie jokingly calls him an old man for it)

-Hes one of those people that send the most chaotic and random memes to you at like 3am. They never make any sense and always leave you confused. No one knows why he does this he doesn't even understand most popular memes, hes like an outdated dad. Yet he always finds the most nonsensical ones and thinks its the funniest thing in the world.

-While he doesn't have as many squish mallows as Annie, he still has a couple laying around in his room. He mainly gets the small ones that come in a mystery bag (micro mallows I think is their name). He keeps his favorite/favorites in his coat pocket (its a secret, but the ones he keeps on him are just the 2 that remind him of Annie and himself ( if you selfship with him/he's one of your f/os, he has one of you too ;} )

-He doesn't have as big of a hyperfixation on one interest like Annie, however he does switch a lot between interests. He fixates on something and it lasts from a day to a week, before falling into something new or something he liked before (bit of a personal experience lol). Im not the most knowledgeable on some of these things but I feel like he swaps between are stuff like undertale, sonic (he loves the sonic boom tv show), kingdom hearts, pokemon (games as well as the show (loves sonic underground)), mystery skulls (both the band and the animations (Vivi is definitely his favorite but he totally has a crush on Lewis shhhh)), and over the garden wall (also a lot of the popular shows on cartoon network).

-He and Annie have a minecraft server that they play on a lot. They have a separate one they play on that has a bunch of their other friends, but he usually plays on the one with just him and Annie. Its not like he doesn't like playing with the others, he just likes how much more relaxed and contained it is with just 2 people (well, as relaxed and contained as playing with Annie can be. She's a very chaotic mc player lol)

Annie

-There isn't a canon height for her, that I know of, but my headcanon is either 5"5-5"8. She's not insanely tall but to 5"3 me, she tall pretty lady :} In liquid form though, I'd say she gets up to like 6"9-7"0 (speaking of the liquid form, she definitely is more non-verbel like that. I see that go around on twitter and in the discord and I 100% agree with it)

-Had one of those My Chem emo phases in middle/highschool. She still listens to them just not as much. I'm not projecting what are you talking about. Her favorite albums are Three Cheers and Danger Days. Sometimes you can catch her singing and its one of the best things to watch. She's either humming to herself idly or as if shes preforming in a concert its amazing. She has a pretty voice :} (if any of you listen to them/know their songs, she absolutely KILLS it on Helena like god I want to make a cover with her voice bank SO bad)

-SPEAKING OF PHASES she definitely had a FnaF phase. I don't know how I know this, but I know she did

-Don't know why but I feel like she would play laser tag a lot. I imagine there's an arcade in the town they live in that also has a room for laser tag. Her and Garc use to go to there a lot in middle and highschool so shes hella good at it. She's pretty fast with a quick reaction time so she's got the highest score. Garc isn't that bad at it but he can't really keep up with Annie both in skill and in agility so he doesn't play often, and instead just watches and waits at the end for her.

-Sends cute cat pictures and cat memes to Garc everyday (and to you if you selfship). Though, if someones having a bad day, she'll send as many as she can to cheer the person up :}

-The amount of squish mallows this woman has. Her bed is almost entirely covered in plushies and there's still TONS on shelfs, in closets and in those little nets people use to store them in. Everytime they go out Garc will always drive to whatever near by location sells them. Hell there's some still in the car, buckled up in the backseat. She remembers all her favorites' names :}

Host

(I made some more Host headcanons here as well https://eclipticcalamity.tumblr.com/post/675695747288678400/host-rant-time-bbyyyyyy )

-They always seem pretty tall on TV, but in reality they're just wearing those platform highheels, so they're actually like 4"10-5"0. We love a short queen :} (if she's your f/o they love hate when you talk about how cute they look at they're actual height ;})

-Because of their mother, they've known how to play piano since they were pretty young. She doesn't really play anymore as she never liked playing in the first place. HOWEVER they only enjoy playing a piano/keyboard is when they play the Keytar. They're really self conscious about it since their mother hated it and its usually seen as a geeky/weird thing to play, so they usually play by themselves at home late at night.

-For some reason she always smells like sugar cookies. Its not any type of lotion or perfume they use either, they somehow always weirdly smell like sugar cookies. Very confusing and misleading if you ever meet them face to face. Them insulting you while looking tall and menacing yet smelling really sweet.

-If Host and Annie were to become friends like I talked about in the other post, they would both show each other their collection of squish mallows. Host doesn't have as many as Annie, but they love their plushies just as much as her. They always buy the bigger ones as well the scented ones. Always exhausted from her show, they can't wait to go home. She loves to get in her pjs and snuggle into a pile of the biggest squishys and have a nice cup of tea.

-They also have a bit of a collection of candles. They usually get the ones that smell like cinnamon, pumpkin pie, or the lemon cookies

-Totally had a homestuck phase as a teenager and now is the "why did I ever read that, why do I still remember all that information and lore? I hate it here" but still always celebrates 413 and totally still has a troll and kidsona (Its been a good while but I see them as a Thief of Heart if anyone reading this understands homestuck). Also had a sonic phase and definitely made their own sona and ocs

Thats all I have for now and if you have any ideas or comments, please reply with them! I love hearing other peoples headcanons about these goobers :} (also apologies if there are any mistakes in this, I'm bad at writing down a coherent thought lol)

#this took a while to write cause I kept forgetting that I had this in the drafts #I think I started this like last year tbh hhhhh #was worth it tho I like it :} #fnf garcello #garcello #garcello mod #seos #smoke em out struggle #garcello my beloved #fnf annie #annie my beloved #vs annie #annie mod #🎤host��� #ms.mediocre #runehost