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angstics · 1 year

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Highlights from the AJ Pen webcast on the My Chemical Romance Foundations Tour set and lighting design book:

“[Gerard Way] was the most- he was the one that I was interfacing with most to come up with this design. Although the rest of the band did have their own say in one way or another. And he in his other life is a comic book author who wrote the Umbrella Academy. So I did a deep dive into comic books to sort of, understand his world a bit more. And I thought I'd throw a little nod to the comic book world with this sort of cartoonish call-out box [in the design book].”

“This picture from a Nine Inch Nails show is something that Gerard sent me. And he was, when he was asking me to make the color palette look washed out and not necessarily all bold colors, he wanted it to sort of have a sense of being weathered.”

“We took an approach where each song had its own kind of color and it wasn't just one color across all of the lights. We'd take groups of lights, randomize the selection set over the whole rig, and then sort of stretch that make the colors in a neighborhood.”

“That drape is actually black. That's lit with just four or five Mac ultras to give it this lovely red color.”

“Thank you to Gerard Way for working so directly with me on the creative for this project. And then the rest of the band, Ray, Mikey, and Frank, they all had their own say and their own take on this project. And it was a very collaborative effort with me and the band.”

“One cool thing about this band is they play, they're analog. They just play. The drummer listens to a metronome that's just coming off his iPad. So there's no time code. There's no reference. All I know is that more or less they're going to be playing at the same tempos. Although sometimes he would shut off mid song because he would push and pull the tempo bottom style.”

“I will say that for this band the drummer that plays with them didn't chart on most of the records... And he likes to try to really recreate what each drummer that tracked the records was doing.”

"We didn't have any video content to play. Other than there were a few things that our video director, Robbie came up with to mix in with the IMAG. So we did carry IMAG screens and he did mix in a little bit of content, but for the most part, it was basically IMAG and a set on stage.”

“The reason that this set worked without like, a bunch of video screens on stage really well for this band was they never played the same set list twice. And I don't mean that they just had a set list that they had a couple of songs they'd swap out. I had to plead with them to keep the first song to be the same so that we could drop the Kabuki in the same place every day.”

“So once that first song was out of the way, they literally crumpled up the set list from the night before, threw it out... And that's why this sort of set design approach worked. The band would tell their own story because they know their music. I never had a set list feel like it was dragging or wasn't telling the story in some way of what's within their music. They know how to rearrange things and we just programmed each song so that it would stand on its own and work no matter where it ended up in the set list.”

Watch the webcast here! Take a look at the book here!

#this was really fun :) i recommend watching the whole thing if you enjoy set design #mcr #mcr: 2023

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tinydefector · 2 months

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Glory Hole

Energyfluid AU

Character: Megatron, Rodimus, Whirl, Cyclonus and Drift

Warnings: Smut, Oral, body fluids, cum drinking, fingering

Word count: 2.4k

Request and ask open, read pinned post

Notes: I got a request for Whirl while I was working on this, and it was for fluid play/Vomit, so I tried to work a bit of that into this. So Anon, I hope you like it.

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Raucous laughter and lively conversation fill the bar as assorted mechs enjoy downtime. At the counter, Swerve meticulously polishes and cleans every glass, whistling an upbeat tune.

Riptide nurses his high-grade, regaling Whirl with tales of his latest daring escapades above the clouds. Across the room, Tailgate and Cyclonus share private words, orbiting ever closer.

Rodimus holds court amid his crew, gesticulating wildly as he recounts some bravado-filled battle. Beside him, Drift watches with a half-smile, content in quietude. Brainstorm debates theory with a gathering of scientists.

At a shadowed booth, two dark helms bow close, mysterious as the joor fades around them. Music pulses through lively crowds on the dance floor and stage alike.

When movement catches many bots optics follows the petite figure's progress,

The human gives Swerve a wave as they head further down the table with drink in hand. It wasn't hard for them to navigate the Ridge along the wall until they made their way over to one of the dark booths. The one every bot knew as the 'glory hole' booth. They patiently wait on their side of the wall for company.

Megatron's Piece

His optics observed the tiny creature's approaching the veiled booth curiosity from his own seat. With a low rumble he stands himself not caring for the lingering optics as he makes his way towards the other side of the booth.

The human ends up seated in the small dark booth away from everyone, eyes linger on the rather large glory hole. Eagerly waiting. It was the lost lights' worst kept secret only Ultra Magnus' not knowing about it, or not carrying enough to fix it. So here they stand, eyes glued to the hole, waiting for his potential hook up.

A flick of his servo drew the booth's privacy screens, cloaking all within the shadow's embrace.He vented softly, ready to see how the moment unfolded. Megatron draws a vent as delicate touches tease along his array, sensation unusual yet intriguing. Beneath plating long stilled, his spike stirs, pressurising thick cables as it rises to pressurise the tips of seeking fingers.

Releasing locks with care, he allows his valve cover to withdraw, His optics glow steady invitation through the gloom as spike extends, its broad head emerging into the fragile hand wrapped around his girth. Size alone speaks the vast difference between their frames, yet here within this dark booth size didn't matter anymore.

lips are against the spike in an instant, suckling and licking lines along the length, hands working down towards megatron's Valve, soft fingers pressing against the nodes. Megatron stifles a groan as an eager mouth engulfs his spike, small tongue flickering over sensitive lines in a maddening dance. The small digits teasing at his valve click urgently against biolights, coaxing them to glow brighter under adept hands.

Megatron knew he wasn't going to last long nor did he care, it was the release he desperately needed after so long. Pressurising lines pump fresh transfluid to his spike, slick coating the velvet mouth stretched wide to take his girth. His legs shift restlessly, canting hips in silent plea for more contact against the small hands playing him expertly.

Through the darkness Megatron vents raggedly, surrendering control to the human on the otherside. They eagerly drink down the transfluid, cup placed under to catch what he couldn't down quickly. When they finally pulls away it's with soft pants and pale blue drips down his chin.

After cleaning themself, the human sits back out on the bar sipping their 'drink' , a mix of Vodka and megatron's Transfluid.

Satiated cables throb dully within Megatron as he watches them so publicly drinking the mix without a care. The sight of blue smeared upon petite lips stirs coding.

Rodimus' Piece

Rodimus throws back the last of his high grade with a carefree laugh. Yet as he signals Swerve for a refill, a flash of movement catches his optics.

Curious, he follows it to a shadowed booth - and pauses as subtle harmonies pluck at his intake. There, curled delicately on the edge, sits the most breathtaking creature. Lithe limbs beg exploration; soft lips cry out to be claimed.

Clearly the small being noticed his approach, moving into one side of the booth. Rodimus cycles a deep vent, arousal stirring beneath plates as memory cores unbolt.

They hum to themself when hearing quick movements on the other side of the glory hole wall. They can hear the light stumbles and giggles from a bot on the other side. shakes their head in amusement. Waiting for the bots' spike to press through the hole. Rodimus vents sharply as his spike presses invitation through the discreet access port. So rarely does he indulge such depravity.

When small hands curl daringly around his spike, Rodimus throws back his helm with wild static, gripping the berth for balance. "Primus" he rasps, thick fluid already weeping onto willing palms. His spike throbs powerfully,

Rodimus guides himself to a slick, waiting mouth. His cry of rapture shakes the walls, Slowly, ever so slowly, he allows his spike to sink blissfully home. Venting ragged prayers, Rodimus braces against the wall, sparing not an inch of the treasure gifted unto him.

How blesséd this chance encounter, Tiny soft moans are felt around Rodimus' spike, as they eagerly try to take more of his spike down their throat. Hands wrapped around his length working it quickly as they hum in their chest.

Hardened lines pulse heavy between those practised lips and hands, smooth movements wringing rapture after rapture from his very wiring. Rodimus keens and bucks helplessly into that suckling warmth, static clawing his vision to whiteness.

It has been far too long since he'd been worked to overload. Gripping the wall till plates dent, Rodimus fights the tide only moments more. Then with a final cry he thrusts deep, spilling hot and thick directly down that willing throat. Wave after wave pulses out in pulsing bliss.

They are quick to pull away trying to catch as much in a cup as possible before drinking down as much of the sweet peach tasting transfluid he could. With one last lap at Rodimus' spike they step back letting go of his length. As his spike is freed from that embrace, Rodimus sags against the wall in blissful exhaustion. His sensors feel alight, every circuit singing. He drinks in the mouth watering sounds of his release being savoured, arousal already stirring once more.

Whirl's Piece

Whirl spots the tiny figure's approach and cants his helm in interest. When realisation strikes, he throws his head back in cackling glee. He makes his way quickly into the booth. "Well well, if it isn't little Tiny! Coming to play in the adult's corner, are we?"

They need no further invitation. Reaching out, they run tiny hands across Whirl's plating, feeling transformation seams and scars alike as whirl opens his plating. A shiver runs through the hardened mech. His field flares with barely contained need and novelty-seeking charge.

When nimble little digits find hidden sensor nodes, drawing shocked pleas from clenched dental plates, they eagerly work their mouth against whirl’s Valve. Lips wrapped around the node and hand runs along the back of Whirl's spike.

In the murky gloom of the illicit booth, rhythmic clicks and gasps echo raw in swirling charge. Whirl shudders violently, pinned against the grimy wall by the fierce tide crashing through his lines. An alien mouth devours him with greedy, grasping hunger, coaxing pleasure from hidden places. Each suck and nip drags another cry flying free, no shame in this hallowed den of passion.

His spike throbs nearly untouched save for scrabbling fingers, leaving it swollen and aching. Optic flame pulses wild, claw-tips scoring deep rents as the first crashing wave hits, dragging a shattering howl from his rusty vocalizer. Transfluid spurts forth in scalding pulses to flood that greedy mouth.

Spent and shaking, Whirl slumps against the wall, venting in great billowing gusts. They grin, licking sweet lips, and dive in for more. “You're a menace whirl, but gods do you taste amazing" they calls out before running his tongue along the base of whirl’s spike lapping up the leftover Transfluid. Collection a mouthful of transfluid before letting it drip from their mouth for Whirls pleasure.

Whirl howls, spike throbbing wildly at the sight of his release painted across that smug little mouth. His field flares in possessive hunger, desire spiking further at the brazen praise.

"Menace?" he rasps between pants as that wicked tongue circles his nodes once more. "More like chaos incarnate, you cheeky fleshling." With a snarl, he scoops them up, cramming that teasing mouth firmly around his spike once more. "That's it, lap it all up," he growls, canting sharply to drive home his length in deep, ruthless thrusts.

fluids smearing across plump lips as Whirl brutalises their willing throat. He sees the adoration glowing in widened eyes and knows he's found a perfect accomplice for debauchery. "Frag, you're gonna be the death of me," Whirl pants, spike pulsing wildly. With a roar he overloads down that swallowing throat, transfluid flooding its depths. they pull away coughing and spitting up the pale blue fluid before shooting him a glare.

"But what a way to go!"

When they finish, the human pats Whirl's plating, finally pulling away and wiping their lips. "Thanks for the drink, handsome! Try not to choke me next time" They calls out, still coughing lightly

Cyclonus' Piece

As the small organic approaches the booth, Cyclonus observes with neutral curiosity. Strange to see such a fragile thing seek the patrons of this darkened corner knowingly.

When delicate fingers curl around the edge of the privacy screen, he makes no move to dissuade. Within moments, a sweet scent teases his olfactory sensors - arousal. He moves towards the glory hole.

Soft hands move against Cyclonus' interface plate through the glory hole. soft giggles leave soft lips before they speaks. "I wasn't expecting your company tonight Cyclonus, what a surprise this is" they hums while waiting for Cyclonus to open his panel and release his spike.

At the muffled words, Cyclonus' optics shutter halfway in dark pleasure. Still he hesitates - this creature seems so impossibly fragile. His panel hisses open reluctantly, spike pressurising at the first teasing touch upon its tip. When had he last taken interface so tenderly? Memory fails.

His spike throbs mercilessly against small fingers wrapping slick around its girth. A gruff growl shivers the walls. "Careful, little one." A Hot mouth sliding upon his spike in a swift plunge that has Cyclonus see static. Their lips wrap around Cyclonus' spike moaning loudly around the tip as they sucks against the length. Fingers dance teasingly along the lights of his spike.

His hips canter up on instinct, thrusts restrained but steady. Each draws forth beautiful music, and when overload finally claims him, Cyclonus keen softly coming undone.

A violent shudder wrecks his frame as static scrambles his vocalizer. eager lips around his twitching spike. Cyclonus strains against the screen dividing them, spike throbbing mercilessly as it seeks more of that blessed suction. It grants all and more, a dancing tongue to tease every sensitive cable and node, a moan vibrating straight through steel to rattle his struts like nothing else ever has.

When it hits, it comes from the core of his being to shake the very walls. A guttural howl tears loose as Cyclonus spurts down that velvet throat in pulsing waves, vents and venting in ragged breaths.

They giggle, pulling away, Transfluid running down their front as they lick a strip up Cyclonus' spike. "First time with a human?" they asked softly.

Cyclonus can only manage a wordless grunt in response, still reeling from sensation that was utterly overwhelming. Never has any encounter scrambled his coding so completely as this delicate creature's wicked indulgences.

Drift's Piece

At first, Drift hears only muffled laughter and commotion from beyond the dividing wall of his private booth. Peaceable enjoyment of solitude is his simple wish on this night. Yet destiny has a way of tapping one unawares.

The divider obscures all but shadow and suggestion. So when pale fingers emerge to caress its dark surface, tracing seams of his playing with delicate curiosity, his interest is piqued. Such slender appendages seem too fine-wrought for a mech's touch.

Leaning close, he detects the faintest scent smoothing away like silk, sweetness like none programmed into his cultural database. Optics dim, fans cycled to mute, it was one of the humans hands.

The fingers' owner starts faintly at the contact, then settles once more. Drift takes this as consent, they slowly suck Drift's digits though the glory hole, eagerly running their tongue along the steel. After a little they pull back.

Through the pleasure haze, Drift registers the subtle shift. He withdraws gently from the enticing grip. A few calming vents leave him. His panel releases not in haste, exposing his spike with the same care offered fleshy fingers moments before.

When the first velvety touch comes, he cannot stifle a shuddering vent. Sensitive sensors map every contour, Blazing optics meet shadowy fingers with perfect thrust; there exists no rush when two worlds commune so intimately. Exploration in its own time

Small lips eagerly kiss up along his lengths and down it, pulling back and wrapping lips around Drift's spike. Humming at the gentle taste against their tongue. They runs the flat of their tongue over the hood of Drift's spike.

He cycles his vents raggedly, fighting protocols clamouring for urgent release alone would shatter him. His spike twitches under the sinful mouth, Blissful groans sing softly through the booth as spike meets velvet suction, drawing sweet whimpers spurring him higher.

"Come on, pretty bot unload for me, bet you taste amazing sweet thing" they call out before taking Drift's back into their mouth eager to make the bot overload. The needy encouragement pushes Drift to the very edge of coherency. Static claws at his vocalizer as he fights to reply,

Overload hovers mere astro seconds away. His spike throbs wildly against the velvet suction pulling him toward that blissful edge. With final shreds of control, he rasps softly, "May I?" He cries out

His entire form seizes in stasis lock before collapsing heavily against the wall, Fields entwines amid aftershocks. Drift vents slowly as he recovers.

They eagerly drink down as much of the bots transfluid as possible. "Mmm you taste pretty good sweet bot, not one of the regulars are you?" They calls out while moving back and releasing Drifts spike

Slowly rebooting protocols pull Drift back to full awareness, stated in both frame and spirit. He powers down his interface array, closing panel with the faintest click.

Through the darkness, a soft chuckle reaches his audials. "I am not regular. Came in here for some quiet I believe i got more than i anticipated"

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pinkanonwrites · 4 months

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Hey Pink! I’m a huge fan of your writing, and honestly you were part of the reason I picked it back up myself <3

For the this or that event: Attend a karaoke night or a pillow fort competition with the Lost Light crew?

Aww, thank you so much! I hope you're having fun getting back into writing!

I would definitely pick the karaoke night with the Lost Light Crew!!! I loooove music and singing, so I think it'd be super super fun.

"AND I CAN'T FIGHT THIS FEELING ANYMOOOOOOOOORE!"

You couldn't help but laugh at Drift's extravagant performance, cradling the mic in one servo as several bargoers cheered him on. Swerve let out his own quiet bark of laughter at the uncharacteristic display, leaning into you to fake-whisper conspiratorially to you.

"I think this was one of our better ideas."

"I'VE FORGOTTEN WHAT I STARTED FIGHTING FOOOOOOOOOOOR!"

And here came Rodimus to make this solo into a duet, sliding into Drift's personal space with a mostly-empty glass of high-grade dangling from one servo as he slung the other arm over Drift's shoulders and bullied his way into the mic.

"I think it could safely be called our best." You whispered back.

"EVEN IF I HAD TO CRAWL UPON THE FOOOOOOOOOOR!"

"COME CRASHING THROUGH YOUR DOOOOOOOR!!"

The two stumbled around the stage, Drift managing to keep Rodimus mostly upright as they did their shaky lap, hollering all the while. Until the empty glass slipped from between Rodimus's servos and clanked against Whirl's head on its way down, prompting a gleefully violent reaction from the aforementioned. As the flailing fists and claws for the two bots began to rally the crowd, you shot Swerve a curious look.

"Gonna do anything to stop that?"

"Nnnnope. Ultra Magnus is already on it."

#transformers #mtmte #transformers x reader #x reader #lost light #lost light crew #bugboioli23 #pink chat #this or that event #event writing

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imnotevenusin · 2 months

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The Astrology of: John Lennon

Often considered the leader of The Beatles—an insanely talented and influential rock-band coming out of Liverpool—John Lennon was a complicated artist in every sense of the word. His songs were honest and vulnerable, as his personal life (and behavior) was questionable, unpredictable, and even violent. After The Beatles disbanded in 1970, he’d relocate to New York, where his public image would now center around peace and love. Unfortunately, New York is the place where he would unexpectedly be gunned-down in front of his apartment by a deranged fan - which makes his life story and legacy even more intriguing.

no official birth time for him, so just focus heavily on aspects

Jupiter-rX conjunct Saturn-rX: Seen as the strongest conjunction ever, Jupiter conjunct Saturn is a success placement; Jupiter gives us abundance, while Saturn gives us boundaries and longevity. This can attribute to his long-standing artistic influence—he was apart of The Beatles. Both in retrograde tells me that his life felt very unlucky and unstable at times - which makes sense.

Sun conjunct North Node: This is another fame placement. North Node is our life “goal” and the Sun is how we express pride and ego. Most people with this aspect may feel like they are supposed to take center-stage and be the “main character”. He’s an ultra-famous musician, who is still talked about 40 years after his death. He also took the center stage in his life when he left The Beatles.

North Node in Libra: Libra energy is all about social gracing, attractiveness, and fairness. Earlier in his life, Lennon struggled with maintaining his anger—he would take his anger out on his family and get in random fights at bars. Later on, he would be a famous advocate for peace. South Node would automatically be in Aries, showing that he was already a fighter and aggressor early on in life.

Mercury square Pluto: Pluto is a controlling planet, while Mercury looks for problems and communicates. Disharmonious aspects between the two planets give someone a very paranoid personality, and no filter in what they say. Lennon would always get himself in trouble with what he said—he claimed The Beatles were more popular than Jesus—and later he would make fun of Beatles’ songs that were written by other members.

^He also had a song titled “Woman is the N*gger of the World”??? He had no filter.

Venus sextile Mercury: Venus gives an aesthetic touch to how we communicate and work. Lennon was a great songwriter. He even published a few books.

Moon opposing Pluto: The Moon is our emotional comfort, while Pluto is intense and addicting. This aspect points to emotional upheavals and an inability to control your reactions to things. This can add explanation to his behaviors earlier on in his life and the emotional turmoil you hear in his music.

^Pluto can also signify death and being overpowered, while the Moon is the mother figure. Lennon’s Mother unexpectedly passed away when he was just 15 years old.

Moon in Aquarius: Despite how personal the Moon placement is, Aquarius deals with impersonal subjects (i.e., human evolution, new-ways-of-thinking, and inventions). The good side about this placement is, when Humanity feels good, they feel good. This gives insight into his humanitarian approach later on in life.

#astro observations #astrology #astro community #astro notes #astro placements #astrology observations #john lennon #birth chart #natal chart #zodiac #rising sign

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putschki1969 · 6 months

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First Anime Tie-In Announced!

KEIKO’s first physical single Yūyami no uta will be released on January 24, 2024, it has been chosen as the ending theme for the upcoming three-cour Sengoku Youko anime adaptation which will begin airing in Japan on January 10.

Comment: Oh wow, I‘m hyped for this. An anime tie-in for Keiko composed by Yuki Kajiura, I‘d say that‘s pretty much a guaranteed hit. Wonder what that will do for Keiko’s solo career. The snippet sounds ultra promising.

Watch a trailer for the first part of the anime HERE! It features short snippets of the OP and ED.

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【Release Information】

KEIKO NEW single “夕闇のうた / Yūyami no Uta”(Song of Dusk)

Release: January 24, 2024

Lyrics, composition, arrangement: Yuki Kajiura

■CD+DVD AVCD-61395/B ¥2,000+tax

M1. Yūyami no Uta

M2. TBA

M3. Yūyami no Uta (Instrumental)

M4. TBA (Instrumental)

<DVD>

“Yūyami no Uta” Music Video

“Yūyami no Uta” Making Video

■CD+Blu-ray AVCD-61396/B ¥2,200+tax

M1. Yūyami no Uta

M2. TBA

M3. Yūyami no Uta (Instrumental)

M4. TBA (Instrumental)

<Blu-ray>

“Yūyami no Uta” Music Video

“Yūyami no Uta” Making Video

■CD ONLY AVCD-61397 ¥1,400+tax

M1. Yūyami no Uta

M2. TBA

M3. Yūyami no Uta (Instrumental)

M4. TBA (Instrumental)

M5. Yūyami no Uta (TV size ver.)

M6. Yūyami no Uta (Special Edit ver.)

【Live Information】

KEIKO Billboard Live 2024 "Yūyami no Uta K015-018"

■March 11, 2024 Billboard Live Tokyo 1st stage 17:00 / 18:00 2nd stage 20:00 / 21:00

■March 19, 2024 Billboard Live Osaka 1st stage 17:00 / 18:00 2nd stage 20:00 / 21:00

■Price: Service area ¥9,000/Casual area ¥8,500

■Tickets: December 11, 2023 KEIKO Official FC advanced ticket lottery (→ https://tristone.co.jp/niku-chocolate/) January 10, 2024 Club BBL members advance January 17, 2024 General Sale

#kalafina #keiko #news #keiko news #yuki kajiura #kajiura yuki #Youtube #KEIKO Billboard Live 2024 #Yūyami no Uta #夕闇のうた #Sengoku Youko #ofc this gets announced while I‘m travelling T_T #eyeing that Osaka Billboard Live #similar timing to Wakana‘s Ghbili concert

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yes-i-write-fanfiction · 7 months

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Hello I just had a funny daydream how would tfa crew react to finding out the bee is in a band on Cybertron and they find out by going to a club were bee band is performing and bee a bit embarrassed about it and Elita gard two 😀 please 🙏

-Optimus is surprised since Bumblebee never mentioned being in a band before. He also wouldn't expect Bee to be able to keep anything a secret. But otherwise he can kinda see it? Bumblebee has always been someone that longs to be in the centre of attention and being in a band would certainly achieve just that. Interested in why Bee kept it a secret and hopes that he will have more trust in him in the future since there's absolutely no need to feel embarrassed about it.

-Now, Ratchet doesn't really listen to modern music, he doesn't think they make anything good is nowadays. But he'll still try and listen to Bumblebee's music, at least in secret. He's just curious, ok? Acts like he's not interested in Bee's musical career but secretly cheers him on and supports him.

-As an artist himself, Bulkhead is super hyped that Bumblebee also has similar interests. Thinks it's really cool as well! Bulkhead wants to support his friend and feels just a little hurt that Bee didn't trust him enough to tell him about this part of him. Really wants to meet the rest of the band too since if they are friends with Bumblebee then he's sure they're nice bots!

-Prowl is mostly just surprised that Bee hadn't old anyone in the team about this before. It sure sounds like something Bumblebee would brag about. Does however makes sense that Bee would be embarrassed, not that there really was any reason for him to be. He was probably worried about the team not approving or maybe even embarrassing him in front of his band-mates.

-While Ultra Magnus doesn't really care about what autobots do on their free time (as long as it's legal) he is secretly happy that someone is doing something creative. Cybertron has been lacking in the arts for some time now and maybe this is a sign that a new era of artists and musicians are approaching.

-You know Sentinel is making fun of Bumblebee. It's not that being in a band is in itself lame but because it's Bee then it is. Ridicules him for it and asks if he's as bad a musician as he is an autobot.

-Jazz totally digs it! He compliments Bumblebee for being a creative spark and asks a bunch of questions out of genuine interest. Encourages Bee to keep up the good work and ignore the haters (*cough*Sentinel*cough*).

-Jetstorm and Jetfire thinks it's cool! Being on stage, singing and playing music to an adoring crowd? That's neat! They also want to start a band now! A duo! It's just that, uhm, they don't know how to actually start. Please Bumblebee, help them!

#transformers imagine #bumblebee #optimus prime #ratchet #bulkhead #prowl #ultra magnus #sentinel prime #jazz #jetstorm #jetfire #jettwins

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theophagie-remade · 1 year

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Love this shot

#finally watching the second half #''HE COULD BE THAT BOOOY... BUT I'M NOT THAT GIIIIIIIIIIRL''#jokes aside this part in the manga has always been incredible #the deku complex complexes > damn you half and half you see it too > Must Follow Them > oh damn. Damn.#deku complex: *keeps complexing*. premise for the best friends-cation arc by shouto: *set*#mytext #bnha #musicals #bakudeku #ultra stage 1 #ultra stage

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bakuhatsufallinlove · 10 months

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Post Index: Meta & Translations

Hello! I write about cultural and linguistic nuances in MHA, focusing predominantly on the character growth and relationship between Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku.

I'm also part of a fan-translation subtitling project for the DVD releases of the Japanese musical stage adaption, My Hero Academia: The Ultra Stage, organized by dekusheroacademia. You can find more information about it on their blog!

My posts are tagged with chapter numbers like so: mha 1, mha 57, mha 322, etc.. Please feel free to search my blog this way and see if I have discussed a chapter you are curious about.

Posts are indexed chronologically by date with new posts at the bottom.

Linguistics & Cultural Meta

Katsuki as the unlikable ikemen

The lyrics of "SKETCH" and how they interplay with Bakugou Katsuki: Rising

The special status of "childhood friends"

"Motto mo naka ga ii": The Language of Bonds in Japanese

Bullying in Japan and how Izuku sees Katsuki's behavior

Izuku and Katsuki talk about the bullying differently

"His weaknesses" or "My own weaknesses": Layers of meaning in Chapter 284's furigana

Katsuki's Danger Sense

Dynamy's name & elongated vowels in written Japanese

"Deku is fine, Kacchan": Izuku is sincere and Katsuki is hilarious

Frame Narratives in Manga & Chapter 348

Cultural perceptions of curse words and rude language in Japanese

Omae: Complexity of Self-Expression and Intimacy with the Japanese “You”

"I know" or "We get it"? Katsuki's Intentions in Chapter 322

"We'll handle the things you can't" Plural, Singular, & Proximal Demonstrative Pronouns

Chapter 348’s “Shitty Nerd” Narrator Isn’t Omniscient (And It’s Not Bakugou Katsuki) (Follow-up to Frame Narratives in Manga)

Omae Part 2 Electric Boogaloo (aka "An Exhaustive Analysis of Bakugou Katsuki's Second-Person Pronoun Usage")

Monoma Neito: Douchebag Extraordinaire

Does Izuku Think His Feelings For Katsuki Are Gross? (or, DvK2's Endless Emporium of Nuance)

Who Wants To Talk About Japanese Orthography In Manga???

Translations

New Year's Bunny Izuku

"Go Beyond" (Deku's "heart" theme) [Ultra Stage]

Musical 4 Promotional Poster [Ultra Stage]

"I'm gonna be on top!" [Ultra Stage]

Volume 37's cover announcement and title

"Impatient Heart" (Deku's Kacchan song) [Ultra Stage]

U.A. High School Field Trip Around Japan: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 7

Things I Made

Less Than Zero (bkdk AMV)

"So it's true what they say about you..." (bkdk fanvid)

bakuhatsu art tag

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kirbymusicdaily · 8 months

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Kirby Music of the Day: Sea Stage from Kirby Super Star Ultra

#kirby #music #kirby super star ultra #daily

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“Image-obsessed celebrity can’t be struggling behind the scenes because being ultra-famous and almost pathologically protective of your public image is famously a very mentally healthy experience with no psychological downsides” is just as much of a dogshit parasocial take as “famous straight conventionally attractive if sometimes cryptic celebrity is leaving secret puzzles to prove to me specifically that she’s gay”.

You don’t know these people. YOU DON’T KNOW THESE PEOPLE. You can just like or dislike the music and it will be ok. I will not send the art cops to your house. Go to a coffee shop and put a tenner in the busker’s guitar case if you’re that exercised about it.

Also, not for nothing, being wealthy can be helpful with mental illness, but pushy stage parents and legions of obsessive fans historically Are Not. We’ve somehow blown straight past “money can’t buy happiness but it can pay for rent and doctor’s appointments which sure fucking help” to “no rich person has had a real problem ever” and I regret to inform you that that second statement is what the original platitude is about. It is, tragically, possible to have rent and groceries and doctors bills and cute clothes paid for without a second’s thought and still have a bad time of it, because even rich people are human beings who come from families of human beings and have human friends and lovers and staff and coworkers and part of the human condition is that sometimes some of us suffer.

I get the impulse to be resentful of someone singing about having a hard time when the spare change from between her couch cushions would easily save your life. I’ve been through a period of my life where I tried not to obviously resent my friends for *having food*. It’s ok if you can’t listen to her for that reason and in fact I’d argue that you shouldn’t. It’s painful, and it’s not the kind of pain that produces anything worthwhile, just more resentment. But “she’s making up alcoholism for clout” is such a deeply stupid way to phrase that. You don’t know her. What if she isn’t? What if she IS? Making up personas is literally part of her brand. Do you need a hug? Sincerely. I think a hug would maybe be more productive here. I’m sorry things are hard. It’s not fair. You’re right. It isn’t.

I just think one slightly overexposed pop singer is maybe not the main reason it’s hard.

#I’m probably not making any sense #but the utterly unhinged fanfic that just crossed my dash while masquerading as cultural analysis made me see red #I don’t even particularly care about tswift #I own 3 of her albums and don’t keep up with new releases #she’s done several things i deeply disliked #but i don’t think she’s a bad person #just young and out of touch #but the idea that having nice things is the same thing as being mentally or even physically healthy is rancid #it’s the cornerstone of the self-care bilking machine #and a way of making you miserable without giving you any tools to actually make your life better #HUMAN. CONNECTION. IS. HEALTHY. MONEY. IS. NOT.#that’s an oversimplification #rent obviously is healthy #abusive family isn’t #but your guiding principle needs to be forging strong healthy connections #not accumulating so much stuff that god can’t touch you

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