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I love being able to create my own chill vibe. I love freedom. Feeling grateful right now.
#it's a sunny day#work went well#i went grocery shopping#walked my dog#and now listening to some upbeat alternative music#yot club#man this feels good#it reminds me of one of my favorite days in elementary school
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Hi, I'm an ex swiftie and I have so much to say about taylor swift. I have a lot bottled up inside and this felt like a safe space to get it out. I hope you don't mind.
I feel like taylor as an artist doesn't have an identity of her own anymore.
like billie, lana, sabrina, ariana, beyonce, shakira, britney, avril, olivia they all make a specific type of music. Although many of them have made genre bending music but It's common knowledge that not everything is for everybody. Now this is where miss swift comes in.
she was going great with her first three albums but then the shift from country to pop to alternate to pop again and now whatever the hell the toilet paper department is supposed to be has lost her off the rails. Her albums are more suitable to her boyfriends than herself.
red- jake gyllenhall ( indie record that's much cooler than mine) but red is actually a very cool indie record
1989- calvin harris (or one could say harry styles), he is known for making upbeat electro pop music
folklore, evermore- joe (listening to his interviews and the type of intellectual, introverted personality he has, not to mention he actually worked on the albums himself with her seems like the type of music he would listen to).
and TTPD about matty healy ( which is not the most flattering album)
her dating life isn't about her finding a soulmate or true love. It's about finding a temporary muse. she sticks to them like a leech and sucks until she's done and then moves on to the next victim.
I was actually very excited about midnights because it was painted as her "seizing her own identity" and "returning back to pop" especially with anti hero, lavender haze, mastermind and yoyok I felt like this time it was about her and her demons. not some villain in her life. It felt refreshing after her constantly victimizing herself. I loved the stupid "I'm the problem, its me" thing.
Now, after every breakup, her latest ex boyfriend has to pay the price for breaking poor little taylor's heart. But since she had been with joe the longest and during that long period of her time, she never said anything bad about him, put him up on a pedestal, she was so in love and content that we, the audience who have been with her journey with her numerous boyfriends felt like he was the one. he's the best one. there are no more problems. but then this does not last either. At first neither of them revealed the reason for the breakup. which was fine and it probably should've stayed that way because when taylor started to reveal more about it, that's when things started to go south for her
she tried to paint him as the bad guy. like he was such a terrible boyfriend, he didn't want to marry her because he was depressed boo fucking hoo. being depressed is not as big of a crime as she tried to make. It also doesn't help your image when you confess to emotionally cheating on the alleged love of your life about a fucking nazi.
Miraculously this time taylor didn't get away with it. She didn't get to date the nazi. so she proceeded to throw a tantrum on her latest "masterpiece" about how she hates her fans and she's so miserable and depressed. again boo fucking hoo. dragging old drama with kim and kanye out of which she came out the winner but also dragging their child into this?? (like what did the kid do to you?)
I hate how everyone conveniently forgot that taylor dated connor kennedy when he was still a minor (she was five years older than him) and immediately after his mother died, bought a house in his neighbourhood to get in his circle and crashed his cousin's wedding and when the groom's mother asked her to leave, she ignored her??(what kind of psychopathic behaviour is this?)
Not to mention the lack of support for palestine, after wanting to be on the right side of history, per formative activism, fake feminism, stealing candy from olivia who's like half her age or something, using sabrina to rub salt on her wounds, blocking charlie in the uk charts, and now trying to re-write history like "I wrote folklore and evermore alone on the phone with aaron and jack" Does this woman ever stop?
She lost a lot of respect with that one. The excitement i felt for midnights is gone. she hasn't changed, she will never change. But I'm tired. I can't keep up with her anymore.
Now what's going to happen? I'll tell you what. she and travis will break up and then she's going to drop another "masterpiece" and bitch and moan about how much of a terrible boyfriend her was. And its going to be in the genre that travis likes because taylor doesn't make music about herself, always about her boyfriends. She's not going to grow up. But I have. I can't put up with her anymore.
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List of Newsies: Collector's Edition DVD Extras
"Newsies, Newsies, See All About It!" is from the film's original release and is hosted by three of the young stars (Max Casella, Aaron Lohr, and Arvie Lowe). This focuses on the young actors' preparation for the film (lots of exercising and dancing) and their experiences on the set while making the movie. It's very easy to watch, just the right length, and nicely presented. "Newsies: The Inside Story" appears to be a new featurette (at least the interview with director Kenny Ortega might be new), but the majority of it is comprised with additional footage from production in 1991 - interviews with the cast and crew. This featurette provides more perspective on the design of the film - framing, costumes, and choreography. Very little is overlapped from the previous featurette, and this one works quite well, too. "Strike! The True Story" discusses, as you can probably guess, the history behind the film's story - the turn-of-the-century strike by New York newsies. Much of the film's story is simplified or condensed, so it's interesting to hear a more accurate depiction of the events behind the strike, and the reality of life as a newsie. Old footage and stills of real newspaper boys from the period are mixed with scenes from the film, and crew members (screenwriters and producers, mostly) provide new interviews on the film's real-life basis. There is a full-length audio commentary featuring director Ortega, writers Bob Tzudiker and Noni White, producer Michael Finnell, and co-choreographer Peggy Holmes. From just listening to bits and pieces, this sounded interesting and upbeat, certainly something to enthusiasts to check out when they get the time. Two theatrical trailers are included (a true rarity on DVDs for the studio's live action '90s fare). Both are interesting, and the second includes snippets from other popular Disney films from the time like The Little Mermaid and Honey, I Shrunk the Kids. "Storyboard-to-Scene Comparison" (6:10) alternates between storyboard drawings and a collection of scenes from the movie, which are unfortunately cropped to unsightly pan-and-scan. You can also view this montage with audio commentary by production Bill Sandell. Newsies Sing-Along is a simple, but neat feature that enables bold yellow subtitles to pop up and provide lyrics to the musical numbers while you are watching the film. "Talkin' Newsies" is an interactive feature which allows you to go through a collection of slang terms used in the film and at the turn-of-the-century and translate them. Though this feature seems designed for the young ones, and comes complete with a perky narrator, some of the terms may likely fly over their heads, even with the translation. ("What's a Simpleton, Mommy?")
copied from: Newsies: Collector's Edition DVD Review
I am now in dire need of the Newsies DVD...
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Series Warnings: Mythology!AU. Language, alcohol, drinking. Military inaccuracies. Mutual pining, unrequited love. Allusions to and full smut. Minors DNI. 18+. Individual chapter warnings will come as needed. Banner Credit @thedroneranger
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Chapter 13: Electric Touch
Thursdays at the Hard Deck were normally pretty quiet. A few regulars besides the Dagger Squad, maybe a few girls out with their friends or the occasional group of office coworkers out for a pre-Friday happy hour.
However, this Thursday was very loud. Not because of the crowds, but because of Penny Benjamin, soon to be Mitchell.
The Daggers had taken a seat at the bar, and Penny was talking to them when her phone rang. She stepped to the back to take it. Moments later, everyone heard the unmistakable sound of her yelling.
Glances were shared amongst the group as they all wondered what could be wrong. All eyes shot towards Maverick, who was innocently sitting at the end of the bar.
"I didn't do anything—this time. I swear!" He held his hands up in mock defense as Penny came back out.
"You aren't going to believe it!" She huffed to no one in particular. "My band for tomorrow just canceled on me. Something about another bar offered them more money. What am I going to do? We always get a huge crowd when we have live music!" Penny grabbed the towel off her shoulder and threw it on the bar before taking her head in her hands and sighing.
Everyone was silent for a moment, trying to come up with a way to console Penny. No one was sure what to say. Bradley looked at you and raised an eyebrow. You knew what he was thinking. You knew what everyone was thinking, but no one was going to say anything to throw you under the bus. Well, almost no one.
"You know Hades is in a band. She's the lead singer." Jake pipes up after a few beats.
You shoot him a death glare as Penny comes to stand before you.
"You're in a band?" She leans on her elbows.
"Technically, I'm just filling in until they find a new lead singer." You tell her. "So you're in a band, and you didn't tell me?" Penny scoffs.
"The Styx isn't really the kind of band you normally have here, Pen. You can ask they squad. They unknowingly saw us a few months ago for Fanboy's birthday. We are more punk rock—alternative—that kind of stuff." You tell her, hoping she'll drop it.
"Listen, I'm in a pinch. Can you call the rest of your band mates and see if you can turn the emo down for a night and help me out. I mean, surely you guys know some pop or rock or something." Penny practically begs you.
She wasn't wrong, The Styx knew a wide range of songs.
"Fine." You sighed. "I'll call them." You grabbed your phone and stepped outside. Half an hour later, everyone had agreed, and The Styx would be playing at the Hard Deck on Friday.
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You were silent as Bradley drove to the Hard Deck early Friday afternoon. You were going to a quick sound check before the Hard Deck opened and then you and Bradley were grabbing a quick dinner before The Styx went on.
In regards to Penny's wishes, you and the rest of the band had chosen and rehearsed some more upbeat pieces, some throwback rock, and a few surprises.
You'd also traded in your usual concert attire for a black sundress with cap sleeves that tied in the front. You could take the girl out of the punk, but you couldn't take the punk out of the girl.
Sound check and dinner went fine, but when Bradley brought you back and opened your door, you refused to get out.
"I can't do this." You said to him as he stood there with the door open.
"What do you mean, Angel?" Bradley asked you.
"I can't—I can't sing in front of these people." You told him, still not moving.
"Angel, darling, I've seen you get up there and sing your heart out dozens of time now. You've never once had any reservations. Why now?" Bradley inquires.
"Because—because I didn't know those people, and they didn't know me. At other bars, I'm just a performer, but the people here know me, they work with me, they've seen me around—I can't—I can't hide." You admit to him. You'd never been one to have stage fright, but the idea of not having the security of playing a bar and then never going there again weighed on your shoulders.
At other gigs, people didn't know your name, and you'd never see them again, but the Hard Deck was different.
This audience would be filled with people who knew you. What if you messed up? Made a fool of yourself? Everyone would know.
"Baby." Bradley spoke softly. "Everything is going to be fine. You're going to be amazing. Plus, if anyone says anything to you, I will personally take care of it myself. Now, you need to get in there and knock 'em dead." Bradley smiles at you before unbuckling your seat belt and helping you out of the car.
You nod and jump out, ready to head in. But before you do, Bradley grabs your hand.
"Woah, woah, woah, woah." Bradley, stops you and tugs you back to him. You curl against his torso. As he looks down at you. "I know you aren't about to get up there and sing without me giving you a good luck kiss. C'mon Kolasi, are you crazy?" Bradley chuckles. You lean up on your tiptoes and press a kiss to his lips.
"Much better." He grins. "Now go be a rockstar." You turn away from him and run to catch up with everyone.
You take your place with the band and exchange greetings and good luck. Lyla let's you know that everything is ready for what you have planned.
After Penny introduces you, you all take the stage. The Daggers are all front row, with Bradley in the center, looking up at you like you hung the moon.
You start out your set with some eighties rock. Bon Jovi always puts everyone in a good mood. During the set, you move through some boy band hits, pop princesses, and a dash of country, but as it comes to a close, you have two songs left, and you're nervous for them.
After wrapping up the last bars of a Halsey song, Derrick puts down his bass guitar and grabs his saxophone from the case.
You turn to the crowd and speak into the microphone. "Well, we've got two songs left in our set, and we thought we'd change it up just a bit." You speak.
Everyone cheers and settles in. You find Bradley, still watching, still captivated by you. You take a deep breath. These last two songs would be the most special of the night. Not because you loved them, but because you were singing them to Bradley. They were for him.
You nodded to Derrick, and he and the rest of the band began to play.
You opened your mouth, and the words flowed from your red lips.
"We were crazy to think. Crazy to think that this could work. Remember how I said I'd die for you?"
Bradley's ears perked up. He recognized this song. He'd heard it faintly over the roar of the shower on more than one occasion. His breath hitched. You continued to sing, and Bradley couldn't ignore how undeniably sexy you looked and sounded right now.
He could feel the heat rising in his face and all of his blood rushing south as you began the chorus of the song.
"We might just get away with it. The altar is my hips. Even if it's a false god."
Your hips were an alter, and Bradley would gladly spend the rest of his life on his knees worshiping you.
His pants were definitely feeling tighter now as your body swayed with the beat. You looked right at him. Your eyes locked into his as you sang.
As you finished the song, Bradley really thought he was going to have to excuse himself to the bathroom, but if he got up, everyone would see how rock hard he was underneath his jeans. So, he stayed seated and took a long sip of his beer, trying to collect himself as there was some movement on the stage.
He looked around the bar and tried to think of anything except for you and what you might be wearing under your dress and what it would look like when he took it off of you tonight.
When he looks back at the stage, he's shocked.
You're standing up at the microphone with a red and black acoustic guitar in your hands. Bradley didn't even know you played. Is it possible that seeing you with it has made him fall even more in love with you?
You clear your throat as you grip the neck of the guitar and squeeze your pick in your hand.
"So we have one more song for you tonight, and I'd like to dedicate it to someone special. Bradley, this one's for you, Love." You say as you begin to strum the first notes of the song.
Bradley's breath catches jn his throat. He isn't sure where to look right now. He can't decide if he should focus on the way your fingers expertly glide over the strings of the guitar or how perfect your crimson pout is while you sing.
"All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life."
Bradley thinks about how he would never break your heart and how you've told him he is the one who made you believe in love—in soulmates.
The more you sing, the more he sees your inhibitions slipping. He sees you relax and enjoy what you're doing, truly for the first time that night.
"And I want you now, wanna need you forever. In the heat of your electric touch."
God, you looked so beautiful up there. You found his eyes and smiled right at him. There was so much love for him on your face. You loved him, and you wanted everyone to know.
You stepped away from the microphone and started playing in earnest, strumming every note without hesitation or fear, jumping to the beat without a care in the world.
The bridge of the song came up. You let go of your guitar and let it hang from your shoulder as you grabbed the microphone with both hands to sing it.
"I was thinking just one time. Maybe the stars align. And maybe I call you mine—"
You locked eyes with him, and it was like you two were the only ones in the room
"Maybe the moment's right—"
You threw your head back as you crescendoed on a note at the climax of the song.
You finished strong with the absolute biggest smile on your face. Everyone inside the bar gave you and The Styx a standing ovation, and when you looked at Bradley, he was beaming at you with pride. You couldn't help it, but a few tears came to your eyes. But it was true, Bradley really did bring you back to life.
He was the light in your darkness.
He gave you a reason to live.
He saved you.
After putting everything away, Bradley found you sitting on the back deck of the Hard Deck, watching the waves roll in.
"You were amazing." He tells you, coming to sit beside you. "Why did you tell me you could play guitar?" He asks you. "It never came up." You joke with him as he pulls your stool closer to him.
There's a comfortable silence between the two of you as you both stare at the ocean, enjoying each other's company.
"Bradley." You breathe out, breaking the quiet. He hums back in response. "Take me home." You say as you stand up between his parted thighs.
"Of course, baby. I can take us home, we can change into some comfy clothes and watch some more of that documentary. Bradley replies, missing the point.
"Bradley—" you sigh as you meet his confused expression. "Take me home, and take me to bed." You clarify for him. Your palm coming to rest on his bicep
His honey colored eyes turn almost black in an instant as he pulls you in for a kiss.
"Fuck—Angel. Are you sure?" He asks you as he pulls back.
"Positive." You confirm. That's all Bradley needed to hear. He quickly stands up and grabs your hand. The two of you weave through the crowd of people, not bothering to stop and say goodbye. Bradley doesn't let go of you or speak a word until he has physically put you in the Bronco and buckled you up himself.
"I love you." He says as he climbs in the car and starts it. He laces your fingers together, and the two of you drive into the night.
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You thought you would be nervous on the drive home, but you're not.
Then, you thought that the nerves would hit you as you rode in the elevator to your floor or when Bradley unlocked the door and pulled you in behind him.
But they didn't.
And they didn't come when Bradley pinned you against the inside of the door to kiss you. They didn't come when you kicked off your shoes and wrapped your legs around his torso. They didn't come as he carried you down the hallway while you pushed his tropical print shirt off his shoulders or pulled his undershirt over his head.
The nerves didn't come because you didn't have anything to be nervous about. You loved Bradley and he loved you.
He gently sat you down , your feet landing on the plush rug in your shared bedroom.
Bradley unbuckled his belt and quickly discarded it and his jeans, leaving him in just his tight, black boxers.
You cupped him through the fabric, and he kissed you— hard. He moaned against your mouth as you ran your hand over his covered length. You slipped your tongue between his parted lips and deepened the kiss.
The need for air became too great, and the two of you broke apart. Bradley pressed his forehead against yours as the two of you panted, sharing the same air.
His hands skimmed up your side before finding the knot that held the front of your dress closed. He slowly pulled at the fabric, tugging it lose, before spinning you around and dragging the zipper down the back of your dress. Bradley pressed featherlight kisses along the column of your spin as each new inch of skin was exposed to him.
Once the zipper was open, he rose back to his feet and gathered all of your hair away from the right side of your neck. He pushed it away as you lulled your head to the side to give him better access. His lips dances across the space, leaving a scorching trail in their wake as he pushed the sleeves of your dress off your shoulders.
It pooled in the floor at your feet. You stepped out of it and turned to face him.
You weren't wearing a bra, so Bradley had a beautiful view of your peaked nipples that were just begging for his lips to be wrapped around them or rolled between his callous fingertips.
His eyes trailed futher south to the lacy, onyx colored panties—if you could even consider calling them panties, that you were wearing.
The small scrap of black fabric left little to the imagination. The lace ran across the front of you before merging with silk ribbons that were tied and resting on your hips.
Bradley skimmed his hands across your tattoos before tugging each ribbon loose with one finger. The cloth easily fell away from you and joined your dress and his pants in the floor.
You stood there before him, bare and beautiful. It was a glorious sight. Down right heavenly.
You took a step closer to him and skimmed the waistband of his boxers with your fingers. "Well, Bradley, fair is fair. You've seen mine, now let me see yours." You teased him. Bradley smirked at you before pushing the fabric down his thick thighs and kicking them off. You sucked in a breath. Time felt like it stopped. Both of you were there, naked and unafraid, ready to take the next step in your relationship.
"Are you sure?" Bradley whispered.
"I've never been more sure of anything else in my life." You promised him.
Bradley cupped your face in his hands before placing a tender kiss on your lips, slotting his mouth over yours, trying to pour every last ounce of adoration he had for you into it.
He broke away from you, just briefly, to sweep you up into his arms. He carried you bridal style the short distance to the bed.
Bradley gently placed you in the center of the sheets, making sure your head was propped up on the pillows. Your hair fanned out around you like a halo. How fitting, he thought.
Bradley climbed over you. His large body covering yours. He kissed you once more before dropping his lips to your jaw. He followed the line of it to the place where it met your ear.
You shuttered as he kissed there before trailing them down the column of your throat. Bradley continued his journey further south, pausing to nip and suck the tender swells of the tops of your breasts before his tongue laved the valley between them.
He took your right nippled between his lips, sucking the dusty rose colored bud into the warmth of his mouth before rolling the sensitive bud between his teeth. His left hand cupped your other one, kneading and rolling the flesh, causing you to moan for him. He pulled off of you with an audible pop before turning his attention to the other.
Each flick of his tongue against your pebbled nipple sent another rush of wetness to your core. You were so worked up, your slick running down your thighs as you rubbed them together in search of some friction to provide the tiniest bit of relief.
But Bradley wasn't having any of it.
He grabbed your hips and stilled your movements as he dragged his hot, wet tongue across your stomach and over your navel before placing a kiss right above where you wanted him most.
You parted your thighs for him, silently inviting him to take whatever he wanted from you. He nudged them even further apart before lowering his face to be level with your core.
"You're so wet for me, Angel." Bradley praised you. He was so close you could feel his hot breath fan across your center. You clenched around nothing, as you waited for him to touch you.
"Bradley—please." You whimpered, yearning for him to please you.
He chuckled before leaning forward and placing a delicate kiss on your clit. Your back arched as you nearly jumped off the bed. Bradley's large hands found your hips and pinned your down.
"Easy there, Angel. Just relax. I'll take care of you." Bradley assured you as he stroked the inner flesh of your thigh. You took a deep breath and settled yourself again.
Bradley pressed another kiss to your clit before tracing your slit with his tongue, gathering your wetness before drawing the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth. A breathy moan left your lips as he lapped at your core, over and over again, drawing more sounds of pleasure from you.
Your fingers flexed against the sheets, desperately seeking something to ground yourself. With a particular harsh lick of his tongue, you jolted forward and clamped your legs around Bradley's head.
He eased your thigh open, keeping them nice and wide for his broad shoulders. Your hand found purchase in his hair. You tugged on his golden curls, the blunt tips of your fingernails digging into his scalp.
He growled at the sensation before sinking two fingers into you. He curled his left hand, stroking your walls with expert fashion. He found that spongy spot inside your velvet heat with ease, and he zeroed in on it, quickly sending you towards a release.
You cried out his name in a string of melodious whines and moans, that went straight to Bradley's cock as he rutted himself against the mattress.
He knew he needed to collect himself because the beautiful sounds you were making, coupled with your devine taste, was almost enough to make him cum.
Bradley kept a steady rhythm between his fingers and his tongue, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. It was overwhelming. You tried to pull away, but Bradley slipped his free hand under you and grabbed your ass, pulling you as close has he possibly could to him, before draping his arm over your hip bones and pinning you in place.
You threw your head back into the pillows and screamed before tugging your lower lip into your mouth in an attempt to control yourself.
Bradley continued to lap at your core as you ground against his face, but as he did, he noticed something was missing. You were quiet, too quiet
Bradley looked up at you. Your lower lip was rolled between your teeth in an attempt to silence the sounds that are music to his ears.
"Angel—" He breathes out as he crawls up the bed and hovers over you. You meet his eyes as Bradley draws his thumb over your lip and frees it.
"Don't get shy on me now. I want to hear everything. I want you to sing for me again. Can you do that? Can you sing for me, pretty girl?" Bradley asks you.
You nod your head rapidly. You could do that for him. You would do anything Bradley asked of you because you wanted to be good for him.
He was so, so good to you, and you wanted to be his best girl.
So, when his lips met your eager core once more, you let out a symphony of moans, just for Bradley, his own private concert.
"Bradley, Bradley, Bradley!" You chanted his name as you tossed a leg over his shoulder and dug your heel into his back.
"Oh fuck, fuck, o gam, o gam! Olokliróno!" You shouted, slipping back into your native Greek tongue as pleasure washed over you as you came.
Your chest heaved as Bradley eased you through your high.
He climbed up next to you on the bed, grinning.
You smiled at him shyly. "I'm sorry." You laughed. "For what?" He asked you. "For switching to Greek. It's my first language, I couldn't help it." You say.
"Don't apologize. Do you know how incredibly sexy it was to hear you shout 'oh, fuck, I'm cumming,' in your native language?" Bradley smirks at you.
You look at him shocked. "How did you know what I said?" You asked him.
"I started learning the language after you told me you were Greek." Bradley tells you. Your eyes go wide. You told him that over ten months ago, before you were dating. He'd cared about you that long.
Your heart swells as you kiss him.
"If you keep it up, who knows what else you might hear me say." You tease him as you kiss him again, tasting yourself on his lips.
Bradley chuckles and easily slides his body over yours, supporting his weight on his forearms.
You can feel the thick head of his cock at your entrance. He moves one hand down and collects some of your wetness before spreading it over himself.
His eyes meet yours, one final, silent ask for permission, reassurance that this is something you want. You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him as he pushes into you, slowly.
It's a stretch. You knew it would be to take all seven and a half inches of him. But it's a good stretch. It seems like it takes an eternity before Bradley finally bottoms out, and his hips are flush with yours.
You let go of the breath you are holding and wrap your legs around him, holding him still as you adjust to his size.
Bradley is dying to move. He's willing himself to hold back, even though he wants nothing more than to rut into your tight, wet heat. He knows that it's been a while for you. He also knows how important this is for you—for both of you, and he'll be damned if he lets his primal urges fuck this up.
You wriggle your hips, adjusting on the bed. Your walls flutter around him, and Bradley can't control the stutter in his hips as he curses.
"M'sorry." He mumbles, trying to calm himself.
"It's fine, Love, you can move." You tell him. Bradley nods. He pulls back about halfway before seating himself in you again.
A groan escapes his lips as he repeats the action over and over again, pulling out more each time until he's only leaving his thick mushroom tip inside of you.
Your arms wrap around his torso as you desperately claw at his tanned skin. His thrusts are deep, deliberate. You know Bradley is searching for your gspot so he can zero in on it and have you cumming around his cock.
He leans back on his haunches and tilts your hips upwards before rutting into you again. You let out I high-pitched moan and a string of Greek, and he knows he's found it.
"Is that it? Is that the spot right there? It has to be because it had my pretty girl making those heavenly moans for me. C'mon, Baby, get loud for me." Bradley encourages you as he ruts into you harder, deeper, faster.
The head of his cock kisses your cervix before dragging along the textured roof of your walls over and over again. A symphony falls from your lips as Bradley flexes against you.
His hands grip the meat of your hips, hard enough to leave brusies, marking you like a badge of honor. Maybe you should get his fingerprints tattooed on you so you'd always have them.
"Is that way you want? Does my beautiful girl want everyone to know who she belongs to?" Bradley goads you. You didn't realize you were thinking out loud when you'd said that last part, but it was true. You wanted everyone to know that you were Bradley's, and he was yours.
"Yesyesyes!" You babbled out as you nodded your head.
Bradley's eyes darkened. He loved the idea of everyone seeing the evidence of your lovemaking. He wanted everyone to know that he was the one who got to love you, to pleasure you—to worship you. That he was the only one worthy of that honor.
Maybe—just maybe—one day, if he is lucky, he'll get you pregnant, and then their would be no denying who's girl you were. God, the idea of you round and swollen and carrying his child only added to Bradley's pleasure.
"Fuck, Angel! You feel so fucking good. Gripping me so fucking tight. I could stay buried in you for eternity. You gave me a taste, and now I'm never going to get enough." Bradley cried out as you clenched around him.
The two of you moved in a syncopated rhythm, pushing a pulling in perfect harmony. Bradley praised you as you begged him for more.
In the back of you mind, you thought that he would have wanted to fuck you into the mattress until you couldn't walk tomorrow, but he surprised you once again.
Bradley wasn't having sex with you. He was making love to you. He was showing you over and over that he cared for you with the amount of effort he was putting in.
He listened to every gasp, every hitch in your breath, in order to make this a pleasurable experience for you. He cared about what you wanted.
You lifted your hips off the bed to meet his thrusts, urging both of you to the edge. As much as you wanted to stay wrapped up in Bradley, you wanted—nay—needed for him to cum inside you. To claim you as his own. To make you his just as much as he was yours.
Bradley could tell you were close. Each time he pulled back, your pussy gripped him, as if trying to keep him in place.
Sounds of your love making bounced off the walls of your bedroom. Wrapping you and Bradley in them.
Because this wasn't just sex between the two of you, it was something more. An ethereal connection the two of you had.
Bradley had never been so in love in his life. Truly, when he thought about it, Bradley didn't think he had even been in love with anyone until he met you.
You changed the very definition of love for Bradley.
You are the most beautiful, amazing, talented person he has ever known, and he doesn't want to live one day of his life without you.
He continued to rock against you, his thighs starting the burn, and his balls tight and, aching for release, but he wouldn't allow himself to let go until he felt you coming undone around him. He needed to make you feel good. It's the only thing on his mind.
Bradley's leaned forward, bracing on his forearms, invading your space, and sharing your air.
His head dropped to the crook of your neck as he peppered kisses there before using one of his hands to trace tight circles over your clit.
You tighten around him the timing of his thrusts, and the feeling of his fingers on your neglected bundle of nerves has your head spinning, but it's too much.
You wriggle under him, trying to get away from the sensation, but you can't.
"Bradley, it's too much." You tell him, and he understands. He pulls his hand back from your core.
Instead, he grabs your left hand and laces it with his, pinning both of them over your head. You close your eyes and cry out. "Love, I'm so close! Agápi, eímai tóso kontá!" As you thrash your head from side to side.
"I know, me too, Angel. Open your eyes. Look at me. I want you to look at me when you cum." Bradley grunts out, his voice strained with pleasure.
It takes every ounce of willpower you have, but you force your eyes open and stare into his. You squeeze his left hand with your own as your orgasm washed over you.
Euphoria floods your body as you cum for Bradley, chanting his name like a sacred prayer.
Bradley cums with you, babbling your name as he spills into you, your walls clamping around him, milking him for everything he has.
He collapses on top of you, and you welcome his weight as you card your fingers through his hair. You tremble against him as he whispers praises into your skin.
You don't know how much time passed, nor do you remember dozing off. But you're startled awake when you feel a warm damp cloth between your legs.
"B—Bradley?" You stutter out, your voice still raspy with sleep as you sit up.
"Shh, Angel, go back to sleep. I just wanted to clean you up." He tells you. You give him a sleepy smile as he finishes caring for you. Bradley tosses the cloth into the hamper, and you make grabby hands for him as he walks back over to the bed. He takes you in his arms, and you curl up to him as close as you possibly can.
"I love you." You tell him as you trace lazy shapes along his torso. "I love you too, Angel." He tells you as he cards his fingers through your hair. And in that moment, Bradley decides that this is exactly what he wants for the rest of his life.
He also knows that he has to practice his Greek one more time before the morning.
............
The next morning, you wake up alone. He worried at first, but when you hear the sounds of Bradley in the kitchen, you settle.
You take your time getting up and taking a shower. You're deliciously sore from the night before, and you couldn't be happier.
Post shower, you slip on one of Bradley's UVA tees and a pair of leggings. You pull your hair into a messy bun, and make your way into the kitchen.
Hydra and Cerberus are both at Bradley's feet, no doubt waiting for him to "accidentally" drop some bacon for them. You smile at the sight.
You can't recall a time when you have been this happy.
Breakfast is slow and easy. Bradley holds your hand through the entire thing. But when you get up to put the dishes away, he stops you.
You looked at him confused. But he gives you a reassuring smile before speaking.
"Hades—Angel, before I met you, I thought I knew what love was. And I never thought it was in the cards for me. But that all changed when I met you. You showed me what it meant to love and be loved. You showed me what it means to be so in love with someone it hurts.
I have loved you since the first day I met you. Angel, S'agapó, I love you. I love you more and more each day. I the way you laugh, and the way you smile, and they way you care for others.
You are the most amazing person I have ever met. And I don't want a day of my life to go by where you aren't in it, and I may not be able to stand at an alter and do it, but it doesn't mean that I can't ask you.
So, Ángele, tha me pantrefteís? Angel, will you marry me?" Bradley finishes his speech and reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small box. He opens it to reveal a beautiful diamond ring. You reach forward and gingerly touch it and instantly see that it belonged to his mother.
"Bradley— I—we—" you stutter as tears cloud your eyes.
"We can't— not really. And didn't we say marriage was just a piece of paper?" You shake your head.
"I was so wrong to say that." Bradley tells you.
"My dad died when I was a kid. And my mom never remarried. When I was old enough to understand, I asked her why, and she said that when you married someone, you promised to give someone your heart forever. She told me she had already given her heart to my dad, and she couldn't give it to anyone else again." Bradley tells you.
"I didn't really know what she meant then, but I do now. I want to give you my heart forever—however long, that is." Bradley smiles at you. Your eyes flick between him and the ring in his hand.
You knew that your marriage would never be real in the eyes of the other Gods, but you didn't care. They never cared about you anyway.
And you no longer cared about completing your quest. As long as you had Bradley, you had no desire to be immortal. He gave you purpose. For the first time in your life, he gave you a reason to live.
And maybe it didn't make sense, but it didn't matter. He was right. Marriage was a promise to give someone your heart, and even without a ring, you'd already given Bradley yours.
So, before you can think too hard about it, you look Bradley in the eyes and answer him.
"Yes."
Special shout out to @thedroneranger for the amazing moodboad!
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Sun x reader who wears headphones
something something UUHUHUHUHUH i need to write more moon stuff because i feel i write more for sun... though idk if thats even accurate LMAO notes: reader is gn, admin projected onto the reader so some of this is unique to him probably, reader is not explicitly stated as ND but given the previous and admin is ND they may be seen as ND/coded, reader works as a daycare assistant cws: none
theres been children in the daycare who wear headphones so hes well aware that sometimes theyre a need for one reason or another, so seeing you with them is nothing new to him!
i think there might be some spare sets stored somewhere in the event that something is broken or goes missing, so you have a backup in case anything happens to yours!
good at reading body language so even if you dont know sign or have an alternative way of understanding him or others around you, he can get a good idea of how youre feeling with a good look!
having in built in sensors makes things easier when he can easily measure things like your heart rate and body temperature if youre internalizing something or otherwise in distress
reading lips isnt an option with him though, since... well he doesnt really have lips that move
knows sign, though!
if you listen to music with your headphones hes interested to know what youre listening to! is it a fun song? is it upbeat? hes curious now!
not listening to anything at all? thats cool too!
generally very understanding and accommodating!
helps educate the kids if they have questions, though he tries his hardest not to speak for you
"everyone is different" kind of thing, you know!
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Ros and Mc are on a road trip (*cough* evade the police or villains after them *cough*) and Ro is the lucky person to be on the passenger side so it's a dealer choice what music to play during this exciting time
(pss: my mc would play the song Red Flags from Tom Cardy for the irony, I highly recommend it)
Ooh, road trip songs! This would be fun! Also, I heard the song your MC would play, "Red Flags" by Tom Cardy, and I can just picture other ROs just looking at each other in worry (except for Ash) when hearing the lyrics 💀
Oh my God, so many different genres of music in this post... and now you guys will get a glimpse into my messy music taste.
Ash
Ash is a bit hard to find one because they like quite a wide variety of genres and a lot of them you can find on their playlist already. But in the end, I think this song would be fitting. I'd like to picture this is the song that they like to listen to while riding on their bike at night as well.
"Phantom" by Veston Vulture
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Rin
Do not pass Rin the AUX. Just kidding 😆 Sure, Rin loves to listen to classical and instrumental music, but that's not all they love. They actually enjoy some synthwave music too occasionally. So, instead of putting the whole car to sleep with some Debussy or Chopin, they'll probably put this more upbeat song (and also very fitting for road trip considering the title).
"The Ride" by Kalax
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Santana
Santana is another hard one since they don't really have like a specific music genre that they love. They'll listen to any songs that they like. And I feel like this song will be one of those.
"We Are The People" by Empire Of The Sun
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Skylar
I think I've mentioned before that Skylar actually likes Indie Folk/Indie Pop/Indie Alternative songs and I know this song would be one they'd definitely put on on a road trip 😆
"Home" by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros
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Luka
Post Punk is one of Luka's favorite genres (other than Phonk and other electronic music), so it'd definitely be this one.
"Тоска (Toska)" by Молчат Дома (Molchat Doma)
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Jackal
Loves Drift Phonk music and some other electric and hip-hop/punk rap music. But his choice for a chill night drive with Luka is this one.
"Night Drive" by Wilee
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"FOOLS RUSH IN (WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO TREAD)"
A song that grew on Elvis' liking, completely changing its rhythm before he decided to officially record it in the 70s.
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Lyrics written by Johnny Mercer with music by Rube Bloom.
Elvis' version of "Fools Rush In" was first officially released on the album "Elvis Now" on February 20, 1972. Recording date: May 18, 1971. Released peak chart position: #43 Pop, #45 Country. RIAA status: Gold.
This is a 1940's popular song. It has been recorded many times over the years, including by Frank Sinatra, Julie London, Etta James, Brenda Lee, Doris Day, Dean Martin and many other singers before and after Elvis' recording in 1972, but the major hit was Rick Nelson's version, released in 1963. And here is where things get interesting.
You can listen to Nelson's recording below, which is pretty much similar to Elvis' cover on the rhythm and pace of the tune. I gotta say the echo on the voice channel in Nelson's recording doesn't please me much. It's a fair good recording, sure, but Elvis' one... it's dreamy! Like, I dare you not to fall head over feet in love with it.
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According to "Elvis Presley: A Life in Music" book, by Ernst Jorgensen, Elvis was familiar to this song since the 60s, at least. And the best part is: He recorded the song back then during non-professional home recordings, on June 1966. Unfortunately the song is not fully sang but it's enough for us to see the rhythm is completely different from the official recording Presley came with in 1972. It's jazzy, soothing and peaceful, certainly inspired by one of the 40's versions of the song, such as Billy Eckstine recording released in 1947:
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It was common for EP to decide recording his favorite songs, so it's great "Fools Rush In" came as a personal choice for his official recordings.
Chapter 10 - "1966: HOW GREAT THOU ART":
Singing and playing music with friends had always been a part of Elvis’s home life, but lately it had taken a new turn. Red West had bought two semiprofessional tape recorders for Elvis to use in producing demos, and Charlie Hodge had topped touring with country music veteran Jimmy Wakely and moved into Red’s Hollywood apartment to go to work for Elvis again full-time. Red was writing a lot of songs, and Charlie sometimes helped in overdubbing the demos he was putting together. They got Glen Campbell, then working as a session musician, and paid him twenty dollars to play guitar on some of the demos. Sometimes Red and Charlie would take the tape recorders over to Elvis at Rocca Place and the trio would lay down tracks, alone or with whoever else was around. Not surprisingly they turned often to their favorite gospel numbers ��� "Show Me Thy Ways", "He," "Hide Thou Me," "Oh, How I Love Jesus," or "I, John," another song Elvis would eventually record. Other times they simply tried anything that caught their fancy, from old standards like "Fools Rush In" and "It’s A Sin To Tell A Lie" to more contemporary material — "Blowin’ In The Wind," "What Now My Love," and "500 Miles." Often they dug into old country standards, and sometimes they even got Elvis to sing along on Red’s new tunes. In the intense yet comfortable atmosphere of collaboration with friends, Elvis had found an alternative to the endlessly tedious soundtrack recording process; at home he could work away at the music he loved, and that in its own rough way made a truer musical statement than anything he was likely to do under the employ of a Hollywood movie factory.
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It's curious to me how Elvis leaned to Rick Nelson's 60s upbeat version of the same song himself sang in the 60s, instead of going with its more calm, 40s swing-era sound when he decided to turn "Fools Rush In" into an official recording of his own. In spite the fast-pace sound of the 1972 recording, Elvis carried the same passion in his voice he had on the 1966 home recording. Both versions sound like EP's pleading someone's love wholeheartedly. Probably his choice to go with the 60s version of this tune when covering it officially was a financial decision, thinking about the hit Rick Nelson's version was and also considering how the music in the 70s was no longer meant for "fools in love" confessing their deepest feelings in that fancy, elegant manner, more than it was better shouted from the top of its lungs for the whole world to hear - that's exactly how the 1972 Elvis version (inspired by the 60s version) sounds for me. Unafraid, prideful, rather than a secret spoken under one's breathes like the 40s versions sounds like (which I'm not complaining at all… it's beautiful anyway). Either a soothing ballad or a fast-pace tune, in general, "Fools Rush In (Where Angels Fear to Tread)" is a touching, encouraging, lovely song. ♥
I personally prefer the 70s version released by Elvis, but what about you? Which "Fools Rush In" version did you like best?
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@angie-long-legs - FOUR DAYS POST-EXORCISM.
'CONGRATS, ANGEL!'
That's what all the banners said. And the balloons. And the little silver foil sign that stuck out of the cake at a lopsided angle. The streamers didn't say anything, but they were pink and black and white and gold, just like the rest of the decorations that cluttered the parlor.
They had polka-dots. So did the balloons.
Just like Angel.
Most of the residents were in the other room, trying to prep the food and figure out how to get the buffet table assembled. Everything smelled lovely. There was even soft, upbeat, poppy music coming from their general vicinity, but it was muffled by the presence of the walls, and so were their voices.
Angel Dust was on the sofa, watching TV. It seemed like he hadn't moved from the spot for days, although he must have.
Vox was tasked with putting up the streamers.
What a wasteful thing, streamers; rolls upon rolls of thinly-cut, brightly colored paper, created with the sole purpose of being strung across the ceiling (for a few days at best), and then torn down and tossed in the garbage.
Rinse and repeat, per every celebration!
Why, Vox wondered, should anyone have to go through the trouble of climbing so high and risking injury... just to take it all down when everything was said and done? Nobody looked at streamers when partying, after all. They didn't look at balloons, either. Nor did they pay attention to the little silver foil sign that stuck out of the cake at a lopsided angle...
Those things were all just objects. Meaningless, worthless objects— not even reusable! What mattered most about parties were the people who attended, and the memories they shared!
Vox came to stand behind the sofa, empty red eyes flicking twice over the outdated television that Angel seemed so glued to. He glanced down at the cardboard box of decorations that he held close to his chest, and then up at the back of Angel's fluffy head, and again at the TV.
Then, he turned his back to it all, and started to sift through the various items. Charlie had said she wanted a balanced mix of pink, black, and white- alternating.
A simple instruction to follow. Vox could start on this end of the room with the pink, and just keep switching them out until he hit the opposite side.
His thoughts were cut short by the spike in volume of the TV-- a commercial break!
"'Ey, you! Yeah, YOU! Bloke with the crummy haircut!" "Me?" "What'd I just say? ... All alone, too. That chick just rejected you, didn't she? You don't 'ave much game, you poor thing!"
It was a woman with a thick British accent and some... generic-sounding guy, but Vox wasn't entirely zeroed in on the script and hadn't bothered to look up. The woman sounded familiar enough, though. Hell, the entire thing sounded familiar. Almost like Vox knew it by the back of his hand.
His mind was still a bit spacy, so he omitted pieces of the ad here and there, tiredly breaking open the plastic seal around the pink streamers as he continued listening.
"Wow, I'm cured! Now I'm getting every lady I want, and I didn't even have to shower!" "And the men, too!" "Thanks, Velvette!" "Eh, no biggie. But don't forget to thank Valentino. HE'S the secret ingredient!" A new voice entered the scene. "... ¡Ay! Come onnnnnnn, now it's not a SECRET anymore!"
Vox stopped dead at the sound of Val's whining, and looked up, sparks flying.
His eyes, jolting round his head, snapped onto the screen.
"Love Potion by Velvette!" Vel and Val giggled in unison.
That could make a grown man cry.
Vox dropped the container of supplies and vaulted over the couch, landing on the cushion beside Angel so heavily that he might have launched the spider into the air.
"Turn the fucking TV off. This show is shit and all the ads are, too." He grappled the remote out of Angel's unsuspecting hands and then began flipping through the stations at such a breakneck speed that the poor thing's speakers started getting all garbled. The entire time, he wore the most furious grin fathomable. "Everything on here is garbage. Trash. Hate it all. It rots your mind. I'm sooo SICK and TIRED of hearing this phony TV mediocrity while I'm trying to WORK..."
#angie-long-legs#♠️ : old pal / vox.#♠️ : hotel-evision / verse.#{ CRYING NOW. :) }#{ Had to link the song. }
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Last night, Everclear, Fuel, and Hoobastank performed as part of a tour they do together for military bases all over the U.S. I do not care about Fuel or Hoobastank, but I was really excited to see Everclear. I believe I have mentioned this on here and to everyone including, recently, my hairdresser and neighbor.
My big kid's annual spring school carnival was also last night at the same time. I asked Dominic to verify the lineup, and he was told that Everclear was performing last, so I took big kid to his school event, planning to stay an hour and then join my spouse and baby at the show.
Well, Everclear went first and I missed them. I'd been listening to them all week, mostly their second and third albums, but also some newer stuff I had never bothered to listened to. I was really looking forward to seeing them live.
It was important to take my big kid to his school event because he was looking forward to it. He was especially looking forward to seeing his friend from school, and I always try to support him when he's doing social stuff since that can be an issue for him. It was the right thing to do, he had a good time, but it still smarts to miss Everclear!
I've been thinking for weeks now about why I've been so excited to see a minor alternative rock band that I haven't thought about much since 1997. I listened to their album So Much for the Afterglow a lot, and there were a lot of songs off that album that got radio play, so obviously it's super nostalgic. But also, I taped "Santa Monica" off the the radio when I was 14, back when that's how you got access to music if you couldn't afford to buy it. You would just hang out in your room with the radio on and then haul ass over to your tape player to press record when a song you liked came on. I listened to "Santa Monica" over and over again on my walkman on a road trip with my family to New Orleans that summer. I loved the lyrics, the way it started slow and then picked up, the idea of leaving everything behind. Most of my teenage life I wanted to leave everything behind. Super common stuff for an angsty teenager, but Art Alexakis's songs spoke to that specific yearning. That was the first time I had ever been to New Orleans, and as I walked around the city with my family I thought about how fun it would be to come back in a few years with friends. And then I did. I spent years visiting friends in New Orleans. I spent years hanging out with Brooke and Dale.
In college, Dominic, Brooke, Dale, and I went to see Art Alexakis in Dothan for a solo set. I don't remember much about the music, but I do remember being with my friends. Art Alexakis had an extremely troubled childhood. He grew up in abject poverty. His sibling and girlfriend died very, very young from overdoses. He overdosed and almost died too, and then he cleaned up. All of his best songs have very sad lyrics laid over upbeat guitar, somewhere between post-grunge and pop rock. He has many songs about running away to a better life, about being fatherless, about how much he loves his children, about how things aren't good and maybe never will be.
My friend Dale died from alcohol addiction two years ago. It had been Brooke's idea to take Dale to go see Art Alexakis in Dothan. She kept it a surprise. It must have been a nice show, but I don't remember it. I do remember eating arroz con pollo with my friends beforehand.
Things don't stay the same. They keep changing, but you also have to live fully in a life where bad things have happened to you. That's something that all my favorite Everclear songs know. Art Alexakis is 62 now, and I asked Dominic how he sounded, and he said he sounded 62. I wish I could have gotten to see him. But I needed to be a good parent to my big kid, and that's something that I think Art Alexakis would appreciate.
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The Bakusquads Music Taste
I was thinking about this on the bus awhile back before school vacation, and just now im deciding to share my thoughts!
Bakugou:
I believe Bakugou would listen to hard rap. He works out a lot, so he probably listens to music that fits the vibe and gets him pumped y’know? HOWEVER, i also believe he listens to rock. the grittiest, edgiest, stuff. MCR, Get Scared, others with similar sounds. He doesn’t listen to pop, but some songs he likes (you’d have to catch him dead before he ever admitted it tho lol). I think he’d prefer masculine voices over feminine ones, but i think he could vibe to a female singer.
Kirishima:
He doesn’t listen to anything sad, he doesn’t want his mood to drop. Like Bakugou, he listens to music that pumps him up. Unlike him tho, it isn’t hard rap. It’s songs like Hall of Fame, Believer, For the Glory, Fight Song, etc. He has a preference for masculine voices because MANLY. He doesn’t mind female singers tho.
Kaminari:
Kaminari definitely listens pop. Songs about love and sex specifically. Bros trying to have his rizzlor dreams, yknow? Although, i do also believe he listens to alternative rock and other genres that i can’t think of the names rn lol. I’m thinking songs like Dear Maria Count Me In (All Time Low), Mr. Brightside (The Killers), Afraid (The Neighbourhood), Mr. Bigshot (Anarbor), etc. He likes both feminine and masculine voices
Mina:
She 100% listens to pop and the such. Cardi B, Ariana Grande, Megan Thee Stallion, The Weeknd, Lil Nas X, Taylor Swift, Billie Eilish, Doja Cat, etc. Songs about being a girboss, things that hype up self-confidence, or just things that are really fun to dance to. Speaking of songs to dance to, she definitely listens to genres like hip-hop, dance, or really anything upbeat and danceable. prefers feminine voices over masculine, but is fine with either.
Sero:
Honestly, i think his playlists would be all over the place. You’d go from listening to Doja Cat, to Destiny’s Child, to Mother Mother, to Juan Luis Guerra, to KISS, and etc. I think his music would get so weird that eventually songs from Jack Stauber would show up. Bro is not restrained by any means, he will listen to anything he can hum to. He listens to any kind of voice, doesn’t matter to him.
honestly it would be pretty interesting to see yalls headcanons about this, so feel free to comment or something!
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I make a lot of playlists. I've made two for Terminal, an upcoming digital pirate action game coming to Kickstarter on July 20th (written by me, illustrated by Gormengeist, edited by Alyssa Ridley).
There's lot of different reasons I'll make a playlist. Capturing a mood, something to create a certain mood, processing feelings. I make playlists for most books I do and they're usually doing one of those others for me as well.
This post I'll share both playlists and run through one which will also work as a sneak peak at the game.
The first playlist (the Digital Pirate Action mix) is a long sprawling one that I keep adding to. It's stuff that feels like Terminal vibes, whatever that means. It's lot of alternative hip hop, dark ambient, harsh noise, some pop songs and then songs from various influences sprinkled in. There's a character in Terminal called The Hedonist, an obsolete program and pirate contact who runs a nightclub for others who've escaped deletion. I imagine the Digital Pirate Action mix as what's playing in her club.
The second playlist (Enter the Terminal) I made more recently, after a conversation on a yet-to-be-released episode of This is Your Lifepath where we talked about music. In this case it's a linear playlist where each sings maos to aspect of the book. It's less concerned with being a cohesive listening experience and more about whatever songs reminded me of different things.
Gonna do a run through of this second playlist and explain some of my thoughts, also because it's a useful way to preview the game.
Song 1 - Break the Glass by Clipping.
This is essentially a mood setter. I think of it like an opening credits song. The repeated refrane of "wake up", lines about "life binary in Morse code". I was thinking of unreality.
Song 2 - Gospel for a New Century by Yves Turner
This song I'm also thinking about breaking from the simulation.
Song 3 - A Drop of Nelson's Blood by Jarvis Cocker
I needed a sea shanty (in this case a cover of a sea shanty) to set the mood in the Wake, the real world. Long ago, before anyone can remember, the robots and humanity shattered the moon and the world flooded, reshaping landmasses. Now the pirates of Libertatia, those who've awoken from the simulation, battle the Robot Authority on the waves.
Song 4 - Road to Hell II from Hadestown
In the world of Terminal there is story of the omen, someone who emerges in each iteration of the Terminal with extraordinary power. They use this to battle the system and hope to overthrow it. They have always failed. This song choice reflects, the idea of trying again, in the hope things might turn out different this time.
Song 5 - Saint by Deaf Havana
For this song I was thinking a lot about the pressure the pirates are under. Specifically I ended up thinking about Captain Breach, the chair of the Captain's Council, who has this position at what is going to be a pivotal moment in Libertatia's history.
Song 6 - Miracle by CHVRCHES
I wanted a song to represent the character of The Seer, a program with the power of precognition, who often aids the pirates but is ultimately still a routine part of the Terminal's function and so is difficult to trust.
It was hard to find a song that really fit, and honestly this doesn't feel like it fits perfectly but I think I'm almost imagining from the perspective of a pirate wanting to feel trust.
Song 7 - I'm Beginning to Think You Prefer Beverly Hills to Me by Fight Like Apes
This was about the aforementioned Hedonist. An upbeat song about firing fit their attitude to being declared obsolete. She intends to dance to the night away until the curtain falls, rather than fighting back.
The Hedonist's starting point of inspiration was the character of the Merovingian from the Matrix sequels. Her role in the world ended up drawing from Carrie Ann Moss's character in Mass Effect 2. They also, in my interpretation of them, ended up having some Jareth the Goblin King vibes. She's one of the NPCs I end up thinking about a lot.
Song 8 - Not in This World by Kids in Glass Houses
A campaign of Terminal begins with the startup operation Run, Atalanta, Run, a scenario designed to introduce players to how the game plays and the world as a whole as well as sparking the overall campaign. It involves your crew trying to help free a restless sleeper known as Atalanta. It's the thing in the book thats going for the plot of the first Matrix film the most.
I was thinking of the character Atalanta with this song choice. The lyrics "Don't wanna see, I want an ocean, and all of the madness, so give me your worst" feels very them.
Song 9 - Heel Turn 2 by The Mountain Goats
The major scenario arcs in Terminal are called Crashes, and each could escalate to the point of being the games finale. I picked a song for each crash.
Heel Turn 2 is for Curations of The Archivist. The crew faces of again an obsolete program who's former role involved cataloging everything important in an iteration. Now they turn to capturing and freezing everything they find value in, eventually threatening to cause enough instalibity to kill everyone in the system.
Heel Turn 2 felt appreciate for this bitter character lashing out.
Song 10 - Zero Zero by Gerard Way
The Crash Multiplied by 0 involves faxing off against the titular 0, a former special agent turned living virus who threatens to assimilate the entire Terminal (their analog should be fairly obvious to anyone who's seen the Matrix films).
This was an on the nose song choice but the refrain of "Call me zero you are zero" is pretty perfect for the way they assimilate others.
Song 11 - Frankenstein by Rina Sawayama
Corruptions of The Passenger involves facing a new plot by the Robot Authority, involving a program who can hack into pirates mind and leave bots that take over. The first known hacked pirates is Orpheus, appropriately named for their failure to avoid looming back.
I love the album Hold the Girl so much. I think this placement here is almost imagining this as from Orpheus to The Passenger.
Song 12 - The World We Knew from Sayonara Wild Hearts
The Dying Dream is where a lot of the games Paprika influence is. The crew venture into a firewalled off domain where nightmares have begun to bleed from the mind of a dying sleeper. Much of the dreams fixate on the fears and regrets of the sleeper which led to me picking this song from Sayanora Wild Hearts.
Song 13 - Born to Lose by Jenny Owen Youngs
The Twin Peaks influence I may have mentioned before is sprinkled throughout the game, sometimes in direct riffs like the character of The Arm in the Dying Dream, but also in general vibes and logic of certain places like The Seer's domain. The Crash Tortures of The Killer draws some influence from Twin Peaks and Blue Velvet, and involves The Killer, a disgusting program deployed by The Puppeteer, threatening lingering threads to the crews sleeping past.
The lyrics "Somewhere in the night, a man is standing by/With a deal you won't be able to refuse/No, you can't call him, but expect your phone to ring/And brother, you prepare yourself to/Offer up what you were born to lose" reflects the way The Puppeteer wants to blackmail the crew into doing their bidding.
Song 14 - Life on Land by Dessa
The Crash Sailor's Warning is the only Crash taking place mostly in the Wake, the real world. It involves tensions at the heart of Libertatia, and challenges the crews relationships with their pirate comrades.
Using a song called Life on Land for this Crash is partly being cutesy but also a lot of the song does feel like it drives at the mindset of the central NPC Captain Wail.
(Not related to Sailor's Warning but the lines "I'm just a girl, in the body of a boy, in the belly of a whale" also really brought to mind transness in Terminal specifically.)
Song 15 - Volunteer DJ by Fishboy
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Ok so I won't say what this song relates to textually, but thematically I was thinking about the last and what gets left behind.
Song 16 - Black Wave by K.flay
So as mentioned before any of the Crashes can become the games finale, the Total System Crash, where as well as defeating the central threat you'll determine the fate of Libertatia and this iteration of the Terminal. This song fits for facing something as immense as the fate of two worlds and also musically fits for like a final montage as you prepare for the last showdown.
Song 17 - There is a Place for You Here by Left at London
Figured the last song on this playlist is almost like an end credits song for the book. The lyrics remind me of some of the more emotional and subtextual themes of the game.
Like I said, less musically cohesive then the other playlist, like very much made up of songs I listened to a lot that I linked to different things. Probably also influenced by my mood when I made it, which was kinda depressed over some personal life things. It's got a more melancholy tone then the playlist I made have made a week before or a week after.
Anyway so that's two playlists about Terminal, which as a reminder is coming to Kickstarter on July 20th. Please follow the pre-launch at terminal.ratwave.uk and back when we go live!
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I have decided to assign all the galleria girlies Einsturzende Neubauten songs. They can’t escape it. I wish to inflict music on others and also the sound of my own voice. ☝️🧐
For Dorian I pick Stella Maris and The Garden. (Fun fact: Stella Maris means “star of the sea” which often refers to Mary, but is also an alternate name for the Northern Star sailors used to navigate. Polaris. I keep coming back to this symbol. They are trying to find each other.
In the Garden the 4 rivers flowed from Eden. It’s interesting how the song slowly goes from calm and repetitive to mounting desperate grief.)
For Erebus I wanted to give him Blume (probably how gentle yet foreboding it is, how there’s literally a director with a megaphone, and poetic flower imagery). “If you know my name, don’t speak it out. It holds power.”
Or Silence Is Sexy. exaggerated cigarette inhales and rhythmic military tapping
Or Insomnia. very ambient and sinister, droning, troubled
For Aeron Insomnia fits a little better though as they don’t ever sleep or really rest, only stare, and have bad daydreams.
“Insomnia on a new moon night Being caught in circular reasoning In well-known confusions Without replenishment of conclusions
… Can't stop On an empty new moon night Is a lot It's all far too much Way too much to sleep The thoughts have night tours I never put her down
So they are there and sing their song Of all the things I ever lost Of keys, innocence, good friends About perspectives, account balances Some things are just temporary
Lots and lots of dark stuff Too much Way too much to sleep Far too much to dream about”
Or Total Eclipse Of The Sun. A very calm chill avant garde song about destruction.
I’m still debating which of the two gets Nagorny Karabakh, a beautiful contemplative song about self isolation and taking refuge yet still asking to be visited. There are asides to war in the Middle East like being trapped between. (This song is very romanticised, was written in the 90s (?) before the current escalation, and is not intended to trivialise the horrors happening right now.)
For Genesis’ dissonant music maybe something more industrial noise like one of the clanging metal songs off Kollaps, or the last few minutes of Armenia off Halber Mensch. The early stuff is not really my cup of tea and I’m not too familiar with it. Had to dig for something. But I knew something in there might suit him. They’re very experimental and discordant, literally banging or using tools on scrap metal in some performances.
Der Tod Ist Ein Dandy is probably what the Arcana was trying to unleash on the world.
Or these unholy screams during a trippy performance of Stagger Lee while Blixa Bargeld was still in the Bad Seeds. Volume warning - flashing lights warning - https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=yapiXJsTNPA
Over time Blixa actually somewhat scarred his vocal cords with his trademark screams.
Or a upbeat song like Let’s Do It A Dada for when he’s just being a silly energetic guy jumpin around
Kayn, Ambrose, Adonis, I haven’t really picked anything for them yet.
I dunno man I just be talking
this is a lot to respond to but i did listen to all of these! good band. feel free viewers to interpret these songs and add your own for characters!
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🎤 Stardust Magazine: BANG YONGGUK Talks Touring, New Music, and B.A.P
For nearly 16 years now, singer-songwriter BANG YONGGUK has tirelessly worked to establish his own creative identity as an artist — and after years of acting as the leader of the group B.A.P and transitioning into life as a passion-driven soloist, he’s essentially validated his growing list of talents in every way.
In recent years, YONGGUK has even elevated his vast skill set through a desire to oversee the execution of his concepts, often credited as a lyricist, producer, and art director, who has gone as far as directing his own music videos.
Now, with a distinct penchant for music that incorporates some of the strongest components of hip-hop, jazz, R&B, pop, and more, the renowned group member turned solo star is offering insight into his priceless industry experiences.
Can you describe the experience of transitioning from being the leader of B.A.P to your exciting solo music career?
BANG YONGGUK: It was a time that flowed naturally and flexibly for me as an artist. I grew from my idol group activities to becoming a music maker, finding myself in the process. Beyond my career, I was able to learn more about myself as a person.
As a producer, you have also worked with a variety of artists and different voices. What do you find most fulfilling about producing music for others?
BANG YONGGUK: What I find most satisfying about making music is that I don't focus on catering to the public. Because of this, I might not have hit songs [laughs]. I also feel that producers and fans don't want me to compromise and create music with a mainstream target in mind.
As a soloist, your lyrics are known for tackling your own struggles and other social issues. How has your art helped you navigate those complex, relatable emotions?
BANG YONGGUK: There are trends of the times and themes that I, as a music maker, want to talk about. My life's position and emotions are also important elements in creating these works. Music has become the reason I breathe and live. It is also my only means of communicating with the world.
Your styles of music include jazz influences, rock/alternative, rap, R&B, and even pop concepts, which is a huge range for an artist to navigate. How do you typically decide on which style you want to explore — and is there a genre you’re currently more focused on or interested in?
BANG YONGGUK: I have become more open to studying and challenging various genres of music. I constantly strive to broaden my horizons and break stereotypes. Being receptive has made my style more diverse. Of course, I also believe it is important not to lose my own style within this diversity. Recently, I've been enjoying Euro garage and drill music. However, the music I listen to the most is still jazz.
You’ve recently returned with a series of incredible tracks that showcase your unique artistry, and that’s been incredible to witness! What were some of the influences that fueled this era?
BANG YONGGUK: Through the recent world tour, I developed a desire to include a wider variety of tracks in the setlist. I began to explore genres that I had never tried or had been hesitant to approach, abandoning my usual music style and reinterpreting these genres in my own way. This process led to the creation of my new EP album.
Is there one specific song in this collection that feels like it best represents where you’re currently at in life?
BANG YONGGUK: The song “BAD.” Recently, I've started creating more upbeat music, likely because I feel that my life has become a bit brighter than before. As I get older, it seems the weight of life has become somewhat lighter.
What’s the biggest thing, or lesson you’ve learned while working on this recent chapter of your career?
BANG YONGGUK: The realization that I need many people to move forward alone. In the past, I felt the pressure to achieve everything by myself. However, over the years, I've come to understand that it's the fans who have supported me for so long, and the many hardworking staff members who help turn my ideas into reality. It's the belief of all these people in me that makes it possible to share my music with the world. This is the emotion I've been feeling the most lately.
As you wrap up your recent US tour, is there one moment that stands out as being an unforgettable experience?
BANG YONGGUK: A tour can't be expressed with just a single memory. Rather than moments, it's a long chapter of memories that stay in my heart and mind for a long time. Within that chapter, there are the fans' tears, laughter, cheers, the unique atmosphere of each city, the loneliness and emptiness after the performances, and the sense of accomplishment. These varied and complex chapters remain with me and are never erased. I always cherish these experiences. Sometimes, they even become an inspiration for creating my music.
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i wrote this post two months ago, but i was thinking about how much i love music on accident again and now i'm going to make an incredibly self-indulgent and unwarranted post on music i think that krew+opal in a modern au would enjoy based on music i like.
opal would definitely love lamp and other j-indie bossa-nova/jazz/folk sounding types — ichiko aoba/kaneko ayano/fishmans/nujabes come to mind. she also gives sweet trip/panchiko and adrianne lenker. she'd possibly like norah jones/jolie holland in a different sphere. i think she'd be into more experimental flavor of black country, new road/black midi/kero kero bonito. she'd like the city-pop in anri and j-pop like aimyon.
asami also seems like she would like lamp, though to a lesser extent than opal, and probably romantic-era classical music (specifically, chopin). she'd be a slowcore duster/bedhead/mazzy star type, and probably love dream-pop beach house too. she'd be a secret fan of jazz-punk/noise midori and in japanese shoegaze-alternative flavor with plastic girl in the closet/kinokoteikoku/my dead girlfriend, and i can see her being into either nick drake or psychedelic rock — something mildly high, probably. i can see her liking suzanne vega/fiona apple/aimee mann a lot too. i think that between her and opal, they'd have the most music-nerd music taste. idk how to express it… that rym sort of music taste haha
mako is either the type to say "i don't listen to music", or if he does, he gives straight face while listening to crunchy noise and ambient deeply miserable-edgy, like nouns/teen suicide/have a nice life. he'd enjoy high quality japanese jazz-instrumental math rock like mouse on keys/fox capture plan/t-square, but i think he'd also have a guilty pleasure for the mildly-adjacent, crappy midwest emo. not sure why, maybe it's the album covers and names, but he really gives parannoul. he has the energy of a british new-wave the smiths/radiohead/the cure kind of guy. he's probably prone to get too deep in his feelings in sujfan stevens/giles corey. i think like opal, he'd enjoy big thief/adrianne lenker a lot too.
korra would like pop-punk and alternative a lot and also rnb, maybe korean rnb like jiwoo/miso. but she'd love pup/paramore/sorority noise a lot and i think she'd also be fan of jazz-punk/noise sound in midori, and also accidentally nu-metal loathe/tool/slipknot. i feel like she'd really like the synthpop in magdalena bay and she too would vibe to anri a lot. i think she'd be a fan of emo in unconcentrated forms only (specifically los campesinos!), or maybe also power pop. i could imagine her enjoying certain flavors of breakcore and electronic and for some reason i see her liking nirvana/red hot chilli peppers/the smashing pumpkins. all in all, mostly anything that's more upbeat and has energy to it. she'd probably be a mitski listener at certain times too, in all honesty.
bolin's more pop/rock and probably some alternative, though i think he'd lean more towards ok go/cracker/camper van beethoven/modest mouse. i can also see him liking vampire weekend/the postal services/death cab for cuties a lot. i feel like he would secretly enjoy mako's british-new-wave flavor but refuse to admit it to the general populace because he is an independent man! he also gives they might be giants/jukebox the ghost/ben folds five fan, aka sounds-like-children's-music-but-is-kinda-messed-up piano-rock-esque (it epitomizes him), and upbeat neo-psychedelia animal collective is just very bolin. i also see him casually enjoying the shins and the 1975.
i think that among them, there'd be a mutual enjoyment of lamp (most of all opal/asami/mako in that order) and mitski (with bolin being the only outlier in the mitski department lol). i think that if they were ever put in a car together they would never not play there is a light that never goes out and that they'd all be a fan of any music involving car crashes actually. i can't really imagine any of them outside of opal liking folk or any of them outside of korra liking any form of metal and i don't see any hyperpop in their energy sorry lol. only asami and mako seem like they would really like instrumental stuff, though different spheres of it. actually i think the two of them would overlap the most in music taste for some reason (with opal in the same arena), even if the examples i provided don't have a lot of overlap lol, followed by korra and bolin.
#lychee's brain trash#lok#opal lok#asami sato#mako lok#korra#bolin lok#this is one of the most self indulgent posts of all time tbh#it's basically just me blasting my music taste but through characters so i don't look like a music nerd#… my last fm is a mess please don't look at it#(please talk to me about music)#woah i think this is the first straight out hc post i've made hm
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Today's compilation:
Reloaded 3 2001 Alternative Rock / Indie Rock / Pop-Rock / Britpop / Post-Grunge / Nu Metal
Back in the early 2000s, the compilation arm of Universal Music put out a brief series of double-discs in the UK called Reloaded that ended up serving as something of a contemporaneous snapshot of the country's wide alternative rock landscape, spanning from soft and folky, indie-type stuff, to the most banal of radio rock, to the leading rock sound du jour at the time that was nu metal. And for an American listener like me, this series' third installment here, from '01, mostly makes for a great and clashing mix of bad and dumb nostalgic fun with some genuinely good turn-of-the-millennium rock fare that I'm not nearly as familiar with.
But although this comp is heavily dominated by rock music, the tracks that close out each disc are actually electronic, and I think they happen to be the two best songs of this whole set. Maybe you don't know Finnish band Pepe Deluxé's nifty vocal breakbeat tune, "Before You Leave," by name, but perhaps you remember it from this big and strange 2001 Levi's ad? 🤔
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And the other swell non-rock tune is UK duo I Monster's retro-futuristic trip hop classic, "Daydream in Blue," which was then later sampled by Lupe Fiasco for his own "Daydreamin'." But as you could probably tell, I Monster themselves sampled from another song to create their own too, which was a cover of Belgian band Wallace Collection's "Daydream," that was done in 1960 by a German group called Günter Kallmann Chor.
Now, for the cream of the crop when it comes to the actual rock music on here, there's Cali indie band Grandaddy, who also happen to provide the theme music for one of my favorite podcasts too, Citations Needed, which isn't a music-related show, but you should definitely listen to anyway 😁. On "Hewlett's Daughter," the group provides a soft and light, floaty indie groove, with frontman Jason Lytle playing keyboards while also delivering some Neil Young-type vocals.
And another rock song I really love on here is one that feels way more formulated for an alt-rock radio type of format, but in that regard, it excels exceptionally well as an unrelentingly smooth and upbeat tune: "Catch the Sun," by UK indie band Doves. This one doesn't appear to have charted in any capacity Stateside, but it probably would have if it had been given a real chance to. And it was featured in Project Gotham Racing too, which is a videogame that I happened to play a lot of when this song was around, so maybe that's partially why I enjoy it as much as I do 🤔.
And for the fun and dumb nostalgia, we have a whole litany of stuff: Limp Bizkit's "Rollin'," Papa Roach's "Last Resort," Matchbox Twenty's "If You're Gone," Wheatus' "Teenage Dirtbag," Bloodhound Gang's "The Bad Touch"—whose new wave intro I've always really loved—and Creed's "With Arms Wide Open," which sees Scott Stapp singing the word 'man' like no one had probably ever heard before ('mahhn') and then singing the word 'demand,' which partially rhymes with 'man,' in a completely different way, but also pretty much exactly like you would've expected him to sing it anyway ('demayhnd')?
So, I pretty much love this thing. Quality rock music, a couple terrific alt-electronic tunes that have aged really well, and then a bunch of songs that will take you right back to the silliness that represented so much mainstream rock music in 2001.
Highlights:
CD1:
Limp Bizkit - "Rollin' (Air Raid Vehicle)" Papa Roach - "Last Resort" Muse - "New Born" Queens of the Stone Age - "The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret" Wheatus - "Teenage Dirtbag" Feeder - "Seven Days in the Sun" JJ72 - "Algeria" Placebo - "Taste in Men" Ocean Colour Scene - "Up On the Down Side" Grandaddy - "Hewlett's Daughter" Elbow - "Red" PJ Harvey - "A Place Called Home" My Vitriol - "Grounded" Bloodhound Gang - "The Bad Touch" Pepe Deluxé - "Before You Leave"
CD2:
Stereophonics - "Have a Nice Day" Doves - "Catch the Sun" Creed - "With Arms Wide Open" Turin Brakes - "Underdog (Save Me)" Lowgold - "Counterfeit" Thirteen:13 - "Truth Hurts" Matchbox Twenty - "If You're Gone" I Monster - "Daydream in Blue"
#alternative rock#alternative#alternative music#alt rock#alt#alt music#indie rock#indie#indie music#pop rock#pop#rock#britpop#brit pop#post grunge#nu metal#heavy metal#metal#music#90s#90s music#90's#90's music#2000s#2000s music#2000's#2000's music#00s#00s music#00's
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part ONE of what I think cobra Kai teen fighter characters would listen to, today is EARLY season 1 part 1.
MIGUEL DIAZ
In the early episodes of Season 1 before Miguel found Cobra Kai, he was probably into some upbeat pop tunes, like Shawn Mendes or whatever was trending that he knew, you know, something to lift his spirits. He might also have vibed with some hip-hop, like Drake or Kendrick Lamar, for those days when he needed to feel a bit tougher after days of getting bullied.
ELI MOSKOWITZ
As for Hawk, well, he was definitely diving deep into a range of soft punk to indie , like Green Day or Jonathan Coulton. TWP, or some random game/ TV theme , songs that he played on a level non stop that he can't get out of head That geek energy suits him, don't you think? He probably cranked up the volume to drown out any negativity coming his way.
ROBBY KEENE
Robby, on the other hand, was all about that hard rock life. Picture him jamming out to bands like Metallica or Guns N' Roses or very very very hard metal and rock , you know, something with a bit of edge to match his personality while watching girl shake their ass on the computer with his friends and steal and skateboard.
DEMETRI ALEXOPOLOUS
Demetri strikes me as more of a classic pop that features game creators songs kinda guy. Maybe he was tuning in to some Queen or cg5 , getting lost in those timeless music while he games or playing dnd.
AISHA ROBINSON
Aisha might have had a diverse playlist, but I can see her enjoying some R&B and soul music, like Beyoncé or Marvin Gaye. Something smooth and empowering to remind her of her worth.
SAM LARUSSO
Now..... Sam, she seems like she'd lean towards indie pop or alternative rock, maybe listening to artists like The 1975 or Florence + The Machine. Something a bit introspective yet catchy.
KYLER , BRICS , ETC.
Kyler and his crew, well, they're probably all about that mainstream rap and hip-hop, like Travis Scott or Migos. You know, whatever's hot on the charts to keep up with their image.
YASMINE & MOON
And Yasmine and Moon, hmm, they might be into some trendy pop music, like Taylor Swift or Billie Eilish, keeping it current and stylish... And hitting their bongs.
#hawk cobra kai#cobra kai#miguel cobra kai#yasmine cobra kai#moon cobra kai#demetri cobra kai#kyler cobra kai#bricks cobra kai#cobra kai list
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