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ask-a-bot · 10 days

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I don’t know if this has been asked before but what’s your favorite song/genre. Both earth and cybertroian if you have one that is

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I like Behind Blue Eyes by The Who. I think it's about me. I've got blue optics. I never had red ones. That was just a way to make me look evil and scary in the original cartoon (like I even need to look scary! Ha! You humans are fragging weird) – my optics were always blue. And I do lie a lot and I'm not good at keeping my cool and... it's me, isn't it? The bad guy.

Oh, Starscream. May I put an arm around you?

I suppose.

I like the song How Many Friends that you showed me. I feel so good right now. A handsome boy tells me how much I changed his past. He buys me a drinkie but I think he really just likes my aft. How many friends have I really got? You can count them on the one hand.

You really listened to it! I didn't think you even liked The Who!

You were right. It is a good song. Their songs are so well written, even if they are a little too noisy for my taste. I like the words.

I thought you would! You might like Madness too. They're surprisingly poetic. Oh! And there's an Elton John song you might like, called Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting. That one's good!

One at a time, Starscream. Time and patience.

That reminds me! You need to try out The Divine Comedy, too.

Are there any bands you don't know and like, Star?

I know ABBA, but I don't like them much. I find the music too... bouncy. I don't like The Beach Boys much, either.

Oh. I like The Beach Boys! Does that mean I'd like ABBA too?

Maybe. I don't know. You like most music, so you probably would like them. At least a song or two, probably.

I like most music, too! Earth music is pretty cool. I like Highway To Hell! Woohoo! And Bohemian Like You. And the Woohoo song by Blur that says something about jumbo jets not being easy.

I like Wouldn't It Be Nice by The Beach Boys. That's a good song. And I like Meatloaf. We were racing! We were soldiers of fortune! We got in trouble but we sure got around!

Bumblebee! I'm not sure how I feel about you listening to that.

Why? It's a great song!

I liked the song that got sent in a while back. The video was weird, but the song was good.

Get Some Scars by Lux Lisbon. Yes. It is about how simply living our lives is constantly shaping us. It is by our experiences that we become who we are and can tell each other apart. When we are older, we should meet up and show the scars we got when we were young. Or... something like that.

While we're young, yeah, let's go out and get some scars... we'll wear them to tell us apart.

That's the one!

I think I like The Beatles best. Here Comes The Sun, The Blackbird, Hey Jude...

Maxwell's Silver Hammer!

Oh, you would like that one.

Back in school again, Maxwell plays the fool again, Teacher gets annoyed. Wishing to avoid an unpleasant scene, she tells Max to stay when the class has gone away, so he waits behind, writing 50 times "I must not be so..." But when she turns her back on the boy he creeps up from behind. Bang, bang! Maxwell's silver hammer came down on her head! Bang, bang! Maxwell's silver hammer made sure she was dead!

Yeah, but he got caught and came to a sticky end.

He killed the judge!

Maybe, but it was in a court room. With witnesses. Even the people who – very stupidly – said he should go free wouldn't be able to defend him after that! Next time, he'll be secured better and get his sentence. It won't be good.

He's just a school kid! He should go free!

Star. Being a kid isn't an excuse for killing people. It just isn't a thing you should do. It's wrong, OK? He killed his teacher for trying to discipline him. He killed a girl who he was supposed to be taking to the pictures (British word for movies, I'm guessing) and he killed a judge for... well... like the teacher, for doing his job. Each time, he's a little more... more... I don't know... he seems to care less each time about being seen or getting caught.

It's just a song! I like it – it's exciting! I want a hammer!

There is no way I'm getting you a hammer. Silver or otherwise.

What about a yellowhammer? It doesn't go bang, it sings. It says "devil don't you touch me" in Scotland and "little bit of bread and no cheese" in England.

I don't think we're allowed to buy or sell native songbirds here either.

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ourlordapollo · 1 year

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Graphic design is my passion

I blacked out and made a Krisnix fanmix because I'm a man of wealth and taste

Tracklist & thoughts:

Es lassen Nachtigallen, / Spielt draußen Frühlingsluft, / Der Sehnsucht Lied erschallen /Aus ihres Kerkers Gruft.

Preliminary Notes: the playlist starts with opera and transitions into contemporary rock with "Requiem (The Fifth)" bridging the two sections. While the themes of the songs do not represent any particular order of events, the slide from opera to rock depicts the transition of power from Kristoph to Phoenix

Tracklist:

Liederkreis, Op. 39: IX. Wehmut ("Sadness")

(Nightingales, when spring breezes / Play outside, sing / Their song of longing / From their dungeon cell.)

I had to specifically look up "German operas" to find this after painstakingly sifting through like 2% of The Ring Cycle and a bunch of Italian operas. Nightmare nightmare nightmare nightmare. That being said this one does reference a jail cell so yay me.

Liederkreis, Op. 39: X. Zwielicht ("Twilight")

Hast du einen Freund hienieden, / Trau ihm nicht zu dieser Stunde, / Freundlich wohl mit Aug’ und Munde, / Sinnt er Krieg im tück’schen Frieden.

(If here on earth you have a friend, / Do not trust him at this hour, / Though his eyes and lips be smiling, / In treacherous peace he’s scheming war.)

Lucrezia Borgia: Maffio Orsini, signora, son io ("Madame, I am Orsini")

Io nipote d'Appiano tradito, / da voi spento in infame convito.

(Know Appiano's young nephew! you drew him / to the infamous banquet that slew him)

Full disclosure this is the first song in the libretto I found that mentioned the word "poison" and I was so fucking sick of operas at that point that I went for it without remorse.

Lascia Ch'io Pianga ("Leave Me So that I May Cry")

Lascia ch'io pianga mia cruda sorte / E che sospiri la libertà

(Leave me so that I may cry at my cruel fate / and so that I may sigh at (my lost) liberty)

This was on a playlist called "Angry Opera" and that was false advertising to say the least

Carmen WD 31 / Act I: "L'amour est un oiseau rebelle" (Havanaise)

Si tu ne m'aimes pas, / Si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime ! (Prends garde à toi !) / Mais si je t'aime, si je t'aime, / Prends garde à toi ! (à toi !)

Aria: Der Hölle Rache Kocht in Meinem Herzen ("Hell's Vengeance Boils in my Heart")

(If you don't love me, If you don't love me, then I love you! (Be on your guard!) But if I love you, if I love you, Be on your guard! (Your guard!))

Ngl I just really like this song

Der Hölle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen, / Tod und Verzweiflung flammet um mich her!

(Hell's vengeance boils in my heart, / Death and despair blaze about me!)

Mephistopheles' Return - Trans-Siberian Orchestra

(I)

Don't need this path before me

Don't need forgotten glory

Don't need these threats of violence

Don't need eternal silence

Don't need these midnight visions

Don't need to make decisions

Don't need to be uncertain

Don't need this final curtain

(II)

Somewhere out there

He still gazes

As I wander through his mazes

Death and life here

Truth or lies

Every thought is well disguised

Okay so this song is undeniably about the fear of mortality, as is the whole source musical, however, if you look at it through my Patented Viewing Device *I shove a pane of frosted glass in front of you* you will see that it is ALSO about⁸ the paranoia of knowing that your enemy is watching you, ever-present, scheming.

The Bitch is Back - Elton John

Requiem (The Fifth) - Trans-Siberian Orchestra

DUN DUN DUN DUUUUNNN

Carry on Wayward Son - Kansas

I entertain by picking brains / Sell my soul by dropping names / I don't like those! My God, what's that! / Oh, it's full of nasty habits when the bitch gets back.

Kristoph thinks he's the Bitch. Phoenix simply is the Bitch.

Rock You Like a Hurricane - Scorpions

Masquerading as a man with a reason / My charade is the event of the season / And if I claim to be a wise man, well / It surely means that I don't know

I am not a Supernatural fan I have no baggage IRT to this song and the idea of a wanderer seeking resolution felt very fitting to me. Also, themes of insanity and (metaphorical) blindness.

The night is calling, I have to go / The wolf is hungry, he runs the show / He's licking his lips, he's ready to win / On the hunt tonight for love at first sting

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing - Set It Off

Eat Your Heart - Steam Powered Giraffe

Tell me how you're sleeping easy / How you're only thinking of yourself / Show me how you justify / Telling all your lies like second nature / Listen, mark my words, one day (one day) / You will pay, you will pay

This is one of two fandomcore/playlist fodder songs I allowed myself because. Like. Come on. Come on now.

Hey Look Ma, I Made It - Panic! at the Disco

Stay with me, you're my four leaf-clover-girl / And you can lock me up in time / And when you wear a grin I'm bored / And then I see you cry

Okay so this one isn't a perfect fit but I do think it's one of the best songs ever written and more people need to be aware of it. Also it is very much about growing attached to the person you're in a toxic relationship with

Some are loyal soldiers, while these other thorns are rosy / And if you never know who you can trust / Then trust me, you'll be lonely, oh

Kangaroo Court - Capital Cities

If I'm Crazy - Amigo the Devil

In a dusty room I come to assume / That I've been doomed to lose my mind tonight / Too weak to fight / So I tried to save face then I rest my case / The judge pulls me aside says "c'est la vie / Let your darker side come out to feed"

Love Love Love - The Mountain Goats

So if I cut my lip when I bite the glass / Tell everyone in the room that I'm fine / It hurt for the first few times but at last / I've learned to love a little blood in my wine

This whole song is just *chef's kiss* but I couldn't resist having this be the highlight lyric, considering Phoenix's past with poison in glass bottles

King Saul fell on his sword when it all went wrong / And Joseph's brothers sold him down the river for a song / And Sonny Liston rubbed some tiger balm into his glove / Some things you do for money and some you do for love, love, love

Raskolnikov felt sick, but he couldn't say why / when he saw his face reflected in his victims' twinkling eye / some things you'll do for money and some you'll do for fun / but the things you do for love are gonna come back to you one by one

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the-firebird69 · 5 days

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Elton John - Levon

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This audience freaked out and said there's a leave on and he's leaving it on and they couldn't believe it and he might be a son of this kid and they suddenly saw him and said we know who that is that's not his kid and he's saying it and they're going what the f*** is going on. They were astonished and ran around circles for years she kept doing it and kept it alive and there was a freakiest energy there and that neighborhood is magical and now I know the answer the answer is even bigger than these caverns and I don't understand what the hell this is this is so damn weird these Giants they're fighting to move the planet out there where do you think they are I going to get some sleep this is hell

Mac daddy

I figured out something this is a little bit much for him

Olympus

We're going to try and tone it down I'm going to try and get together and meet about the Continental Congress and he says he didn't name it and Hera said she did good

Bja

Lincoln Continental that's terrific we'll have to get the company up it says it's kind of like the business center and then the factories are down the road behind a security wall I get that

Trump

I'm going to start working and get things going this is ridiculous we have a big fight and they're using me

Were they always Joel I mean I think so

Zues Hera

Yeah it's been going on for a while

Trump

This is terrible we can't have him as president you can't have him doing stuff I don't think he's going to start doing stuff but if he does we'll see what my son thinks he's going to threaten to blow the caverns and he'll disappear and he will be beaten by the clans and that's how it's going to go and I do understand those ships might not be even for sitting inside earth I have an idea what's going on but wow this is incredible

Camilla veep

I have a huge idea why don't we start helping my grandson and kind of ignore people a little he said that their pushovers and I see it's true he gets help all day long from these women and they don't bother them much. He says he doesn't want to be picky or nothing but this guy trying to remix it or Reba f*** or remillard or whatever his name is probably wants to threaten the golf cuz we're sitting right on it and I'll be driving around with the golf I need money for the car I get that it's my kind of stuff there's a lot of other stuff going into it but you're right

Grandpa Biden president

Olympus

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jackalsinthekitchen · 1 year

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aladdin sane is fifty

a look back from the future on an album that predicted it

Hey sweetie – do you think you could sit a little bit, you know… stiller? I know, I know, I’m sorry – I can tell you’re anxious about time, but don’t worry, I’ve got my eye on it. We’ll at least get you there before the party really picks up. Yeah, yeah, I’m joking. And yeah, OK, I wouldn’t know. Does your generation not do “fashionably late”?

Anyway, I know part of your mood is that you really didn’t want your old dad to do your makeup for you. Your mom has the magic artist’s hands; I knock over every third thing I touch. Just try to relax, OK? Here: let me tell you about the album this look comes from. Nobody knows the album, but everybody knows the cover.

Sometimes I wonder what “kids” these days think about Bowie. Yeah, old kids like you – old enough to have started thinking like adults, or at least making a very serious attempt of it. I mean, he’s the kind of public figure you just know about, from early on – I know you think I’m old, but God, I’d love to be old enough to have seen him when he was something new. It’s impossible to imagine the joyous shock of it. Yes, I did just say “joyous shock”. Hold still. I don’t know – young people seem to sort of idolize him by default. His cool has no parallels, after all. In a way, he is directly culturally responsible for my trend-bucking, impossibly stylish nonbinary teen.

But what do you think about his music? Like, what three songs come to mind first? OK, cool, “Rebel Rebel”. The one moment of uninterrupted brilliance on a great, if flawed, album – the one with the cover that you always used to get scared of. “Major Tom”, OK – it’s called “Space Oddity”, I know you knew that, though saying it out loud makes me realize it’s the kind of title you could only get away with in 1969. “Ashes to Ashes”, nice. Deep cut, I’m proud. So do people your age know that Bowie made almost no listenable music after the album “Ashes to Ashes” is on? Sure, sure, “Let’s Dance”. “Modern Love”, OK. And then yeah, Blackstar, at the end. Bowie spent a lot longer just being Bowie than he spent doing the kind of work that fixes a name in the stars for good. He did it all in one artful burst, one it had taken him a while to conceive.

I know you know “Ziggy Stardust”; you knew all the words before you knew what they meant. Hell, I don’t know even what some of them mean – what’s this about a fly trying to break our bones? That was my album, kid. I was 12, and it was 1999. You know, you just can’t start an album with something as beautiful as “Five Years” and expect people won’t play the whole thing over and over just to get back to it again and again. Honestly, that was the thing that first struck me about Bowie. His melodies. So many of those early songs were as gorgeous as he was. Those strings on “Space Oddity”, from the master – Paul Buckmaster, to be precise. Sorry – dad joke. “Life On Mars?”, God, try not to cry while you’re straining to hit that note. OK, sure, yeah. You don’t have to strain, but.

But the other thing that struck me was my sense that this person was just different. All those decades after he’d landed on Earth, the dangerous things he flirted with still felt… dangerous. I mean, it was still not OK to be gay in 1999. The threat of permanent othering greeted your every transgressive sashay before your mind even completed the thought. All those old hateful clichés were waiting around the corner to strike you dead in the face. Yes, yes, I know you know your dad’s not gay, and wonder if you know that neither, perhaps, was Bowie.

While Elton John, the other biggest pop star at the time, was stuck agonizing in his closet, Bowie made it cool to overtly suggest you switched sides on a whim. Just by coming on like he did, Bowie liberated millions into doing far more than he perhaps ever tried himself. And even for fans who weren’t gay, but weren’t conventionally masculine, he kicked open a door: now, threading that needle between masculine and feminine was fashionable. There were countless who’d been waiting forever for this.

Progress isn’t linear, of course – everything got wrenched back six steps in the eighties, Bowie included. But once you open the box, it’s hard get it all back in. For me, a boy who never felt anything like a “boy”, but was pretty sure he wasn’t gay or trans, Bowie threw light on a secret space: with the right amount of conviction, you could be anything. It was all in that voice – that indulgently theatrical, unabashedly British voice, in a perpetual search for the feyest cadence. Bowie stitched his image together from a zillion borrowed ideas. But nobody has ever sounded quite like him since, and believe me – hundreds upon hundreds have tried.

The funny thing is, Bowie actually took forever to figure himself out. He was one of those young people whose life was fueled entirely by the art he encountered, and one of those young people possessed with this nagging sense that they were destined for something unimaginably big. Of course, it was hard for a young white British man not to suspect this in the wake of the Beatles. In 1964, however many Brit kids believed in God, all had faith in this giant hand in the sky that would whisk you away to American stardom – provided you started a group with guitars and matching suits. So Bowie formed one, playing blues covers, which perhaps he should have been legally barred from ever doing.

But the key to Bowie is that he wasn’t really a musician. He had almost no technical facility. He’d had training, sure – as a mime. But not only could he not play any instrument particularly well (including the saxophone you couldn’t rip out of his hands), he couldn’t actually sing that well. People don’t usually notice this, because his voice is so arresting. But Bowie’s one of the greatest non-singers pop ever saw. It was all fabulous contrivance, every vocal the sound of a man circling his favorite songs or albums like a vulture. That silly band he formed was doing Velvet Underground covers back when less than a thousand people knew about them. He always saw pop music as a concept, and he’d road-tested multiple theories before the eureka.

His first three albums are total miscalculations. The forced whimsy of the first David Bowie, from ’67 right before Sgt. Pepper blew a billion minds, is the only music he ever made that sounds completely dated. The album feels like him trying on a dozen different funny hats, and all of them are the wrong hat. When I was growing up, that album was seen a false start, and was harder to find than the others, which is just fine. You used to like “The Laughing Gnome” when you were little, you know. Oh – you don’t remember that one? Well, forget I said anything. If you go and play it, you’ll stop speaking to me, and I’m not ready for that phase just yet.

Anyway, he realized he hadn’t pulled off what he wanted to, and for a minute, flirted with being half of a duo – like Simon & Garfunkel. Can you imagine? But then he struck gold with “Space Oddity”, a hit so beloved nobody cared that the rest of the album sucked. It’s a bunch of acid-damaged freak-folk, and yeah, I just made it sound cool as hell, but it’s not. It’s boring and distracted and not one song is anywhere near as good as “Space Oddity”. So he tried rebranding again with The Man Who Sold the World, another strange, poorly defined collection of rambling non-songs, this time with a bunch of electric rather than acoustic guitars. Oh yeah, no – that’s not a Nirvana song. But Kurt Cobain was really good at rescuing songs. At this point, Bowie’s whole deal was that he really didn’t see his own strengths. But he got the cover right: himself, elegantly reclining in a satin dress. Naturally, in America it was replaced with a horrible drawing of an unshaven, gunslinging cowboy.

But all of a sudden, with Hunky Dory, he knew what he was doing. It’s the first of three albums that I think sum up what people think of when they think of “Bowie”. Then came four decades of using that image and its stardom as a license to do the most unexpected things he could think of. But Bowie’s genuinely weird albums always have this dour, almost museum-y vibe. From ’71-’73, he’s having insane fun, in the most contagious way possible.

Look – Hunky Dory is still probably his best record. In a way, that cover is perfect, and sets the tone for everything to come. What face is he making, exactly? It’s said to be an imitation of Marlene Dietrich or Lauren Bacall or somebody – I’d look it up right now if I wasn’t totally nailing the end of this lightning bolt, just wait till you see this. But something about it… his eyes glancing up to heaven, or maybe his home planet, there’s something mock-desperate but also actually desperate in his face. Even without the dress he exudes feminine allure. And the songs, God, the songs, a menagerie of styles that sums him up so well he could’ve crashed on the jet to America with his entire legacy secured.

“Changes” is on that one! Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes. Yeah! Nice. OK, but if you keep singing, you’re guaranteeing that your dad is going to make you look like you did this yourself without a mirror. You can “turn and face the stranger” later – right now turn and face me, please. We’re so close, kid.

But Ziggy Stardust really set things in motion. Androgyny wasn’t the only untapped territory waiting to be mined by a superstar. By 1972, America was getting a little sick of hippies. There was a deep craving, especially in the UK, for the shock of the new – out with beards and jeans and back-to-the-earth, in with femme looks and outlandish outfits and outsider myths about outer space. Bowie songs like “Five Years” and “All the Young Dudes” – you know Bowie wrote that, right? – were “carrying news” of a truly apocalyptic conclusion to society, one he really thought was coming soon. He decided that the world would notice better if the warning were coming from a sexy, dangerous, genderless alien, and that it would require a special vessel: namely, the catchiest pop songs he’d ever written.

Still, none of that was the true breakthrough. This was actual rock theatre – Bowie was pretending to be “Ziggy Stardust”, on record and on stage, with all the commitment of an actor, and a good one, which ironically he really wasn’t. But offstage, he was coy about the difference between Ziggy and David. This was an inversion of the unique thing about musicians, as opposed to movie stars. It’s performance, but also a kind of reality, in that the person you’re seeing perform really is that person, filtering themselves through music. Bowie was taking the Dylan trick of shifting one’s identity further – you could occupy two identities at once, and you could deliberately blur the line between real and fake. And god knows, in the drug-addled rush of his heyday, that line got blurred in Bowie’s own head. Like so many spectacles, it was built to flash so bright and burn out so quickly. But for that brief, bizarre moment, it conquered the world – because it cut a picture that had never been cut, and filled a space that had never been filled.

Aaaaaaaaaaaand OK. We’re done. Let’s get you over to the mirror – oh, wait, shit. What time is it? How long have I been talking? Weren’t you watching the clock? No, no, OK, yeah, I told you to sit still and face me… Look, we can absolutely make it. If I take that backroad route the cops usually avoid, I can probably get you there no more than fifteen minutes late. And you know I will go to jail if I need to, so long as it gets you there! Alright – grab your shoes. We’ll listen to Aladdin Sane in the car, and I’ll tell you more.

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God, I love this one. Watch that maaaaaaa-ee-aaaaaaan… Yes, I saw it turn green. I’m just savoring the moment! It’s what life’s all about. Anyway, the thing about 1973 is that it was the first year that the Rolling Stones made a bad album. But that year, a whole bunch of people started putting out Rolling Stones songs better than they could. Elton John, the New York Dolls, Bowie. The best thing about Aladdin Sane is that army of crunching guitars. See, Hunky Dory and Ziggy Stardust, they’re not really rock ‘n’ roll records. They play with cabaret and beautiful ballads, all sorts of soft stuff. But for the most part, Aladdin Sane, which also plays with cabaret and beautiful ballads, KICKS ASS. Absolute ass. It’s the sound of the prettiest star, #1 in the UK and a wildfire rumor everywhere else, high on his own supply.

The thing about the Ziggy Stardust “concept” or “story” is that there really isn’t one. It’s all just scenes and songs, loosely linked together. Same with the Diamond Dogs album, which was originally supposed to be a musical about 1984 before George Orwell’s widow took legal action to stop him. So Aladdin Sane is often described as “Ziggy Goes to Washington”, the obsessed-with-America album. And the character Aladdin Sane, the one I just painted you to look like, is often described as a kind of Ziggy-Stardust-from-another-angle. But that’s really all the “concept” there is – and Bowie later admitted that his ideas were much vaguer for this album. Which is fine! He wasn’t an actor or storyteller or playwright or even a mime. He was a rock musician, so the concept of this album is “self-made androgynous alien superstar gets to make an album from the pinnacle of worldwide fame for the first time”. This is Bowie leaning back and enjoying being Bowie, thrilling to how well he’s curated the image he now inhabited from stage to stage.

But that was short-lived: at the end of the year he declaimed from one such stage that he was retiring from performance for good. Obviously, it didn’t take. Bowie wouldn’t be trapped by an image any more than Bob Dylan would – at a moment’s notice, he’d switch his costume and his sound. But because he didn’t yet know how smoothly he could execute those ch-ch-ch-ch-changes – sorry – something about Aladdin Sane is a little confused, the kind of album that doesn’t know exactly what it wants to be. This is probably why people don’t put it on lists of the greatest records of all time. Also, “Time” sucks. Here, listen to that one. No, wait, let me fast forward to this bit. This stupid bit in the middle, after the stupid bit about how time “falls wanking to the floor”, this bit where he talk-sings “screeeeams!” in the most self-parodic way possible. Honestly, I start to like it when the chorus builds at the coda. And I mean, look up the lyrics to “Watch That Man” one day. No one was better at hiding terrible ideas in terrific songs.

There’s an attitude throughout this album, a tough and liberated attitude that animates you like the cocaine Bowie was having for breakfast around this time. No, I’ve never tried it, I’ve told you that. And you’d do well to follow my example. Just look at Bowie, baby. Do you want to wake up one day having no memory of recording some of your greatest music, or deciding you should only eat milk and peppers, or having so fogged your mind you get caught by paparazzi doing a Nazi salute just for the hell of it? Anyway, this album hypes you all the way up. “Cracked Actor”? Crack, baby, crack, show me your reel… He was never this menacing, this pointed, this savage. Put that in my ears and I’ll run that mile in double time. Or even the why-did-you-do-this? cover of the Stones’ “Let’s Spend the Night Together”, on which he triples the intensity while dispassionately ripping all the tenderness out of it.

Shoot! I haven’t even mentioned Mick Ronson! Mick Ronson is the reason all the guitar solos on these albums sound like sorcery. Mick Ronson was the deputy of Bowie’s dreams. Honestly, I don’t need to say anything about Mick Ronson. Just google “David Bowie Mick Ronson” right now, and feast your eyes.

But what was I talking about. Uhhh… yeah. There was a lot on Bowie’s mind on this album. He’s obsessed with the US, but still hung up on the apocalypse stuff too. So you get the futurist doo-wop of “Drive-In Saturday”, about kids learning how to make out from watching clips of Mick Jagger in Performance – please do not do this – or “Panic in Detroit”, about god knows what. These songs are Bowie at his best as a lyricist – chopped-up lines that are all frantic suggestion, a gumbo of weird images adding up to a feeling, as opposed to a story. They cloud upbeat music in a doomy mood, and the juxtaposition is genius. And then there’s “Jean Genie”! Which is said to be about Iggy Pop, who was one of many forgotten pioneers Bowie used his power to resurrect by producing their records in ‘72 and ’73 – Mott the Hoople, Lou Reed… I said that Bowie should go to prison for trying to play the blues. But! When he filters it through his lilywhite cyborg vision, when that hard soul grows steel-cold and passion fossilizes into deadpan indifference…

OK, OK. I’ll stop. No, I don’t know why your dad talks like that. But who knows? Maybe pretension is hereditary. And if Bowie taught us anything, it’s that pretension is cool, if you have a little fun with it.

Anyway, we’re five minutes away, says here. Which is perfect, because it’s just enough time for us to listen to all of the title track. I’ll shut up for all five if you will. Well, no, I’ve barely let you get a word in edgewise, so you can talk. But you must keep perfectly silent for the entirety of the piano solo at 2:03.

…

Fuck.

Oh shit – pretend you didn’t hear that. Ah, fuck it – who am I to restrict you from any part of the vast and diverse plains of language? It’s a powerful word, Vinyl – deploy it only when necessary.

Oh, and that album cover? That makeup was designed by a guy called Pierre LaRoche, and was supposedly inspired by the logo on a rice cooker in photographer Brian Duffy’s studio. That album cover? That album cover was the most expensive album cover ever printed at the time. I guess they knew what Bowie was worth. Anyway, call if it gets close to midnight, and let me look at you one more time before you go in. Ahhhhh… yeah! Just about perfect, if I do say so myself, though I’m no Pierre Laroche. The lighting’s usually pretty dark at these parties, right?

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your song blurb

hello!! sorry ive been so inactive and I have got a number of req that I am trying to work through - I am sorry, please be as patient as you can with me. general life shit and all hasn't been ideal. I am aware I reaaallly need to update my master list and will get round to it when I can I promise ;)

also have lots of asks abt the t + z situation but all I have to say is im so very happy for them and hope people respect their privacy ;)

harryhollandxreader // friends --> lovers blurb

summary: harry never sings in front of you, until you need it

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There were some things that Harry, even after being friends for years, kept close to his chest. The one that you always tried to catch him out on was his singing. For some unknown reason, he was super self conscious of it. Every time he was nonchalantly humming along to himself, all it took was for you to make a single sound, and he’d immediately lock his mouth shut. From those fleeting moments, you had thought he didn’t even sound half bad, hence where your frustrations drew.

Because whilst you, who sounded like a cat being tortured, would scream your lungs out - Harry, who wasn’t even that bad, refused to make a fool out of himself.

It was exactly what had happened this evening when you had let yourself into Tom’s house otherwise unannounced. It’d been years since you’d been given a spare key by Harry - when they were both away, you often ‘house-sat’ for Tom; plus, you spent most evenings there too because that was where your best mate was.

Tom had messaged on the group chat to say he would be out for the evening, and Haz was around his girlfriends tonight, meaning on arrival, you’d known it’d just be you and Harry. So once you heard the quiet tune of a song, that you couldn’t quite place yet, safe to say you were on stealth mode. Sliding your shoes off and wincing as the floorboards creaked a little, you slowly crept through the house to find your frizzy-haired friend.

Sure enough, as you made your way through the kitchen, you found him stood over the hob, stirring round a wooden spoon of a saucepan - presumably filled with pasta he’d promised to have ready for you. Pouting as you leaned on the doorframe and crossed your arms, marvelling at him. He was dressed just in grey joggers and his favourite pink hoodie, arms rolled up to his elbow as the poor boy slaved away at the stove.

You stayed silent, to what you now recognised as billy joel, only unable to stifle a giggle when he reached a particularly high note. Like a rabbit caught in headlights, he jumped around and yelled, eyes fiery and pointed at you.

“OH fuck off Y/n!!”

“Billy Joel, an old school choice.” You smirked, now walking into the room to greet him properly.

“How long have you been stalking on me?”

“It’s not stalking if the stalkee gave me the key.”

“I don’t think that’s admissible in court.” He deadpanned back, pouting for a couple more seconds before finally shooting you a wide grin. The boy held his arms out, welcoming you into a proper greeting hug. Happily reciprocating, you inhaled deeply with your face pressed into the crook of his shoulder.

“How was work?” He murmured, already guessing the answer correctly.

“Shit. Exhausting. Hell, you want any more adjectives?” Harry just snorted back as you leaned away from his warmth.

“Nah rule of three is quite enough. Did you never pay attention in GCSE english?”

“Fuck off you can’t even spell GCSE.”

That was always how your friendship had been; it had always been a piss-taking battle. You simply were one of the boys - or at least that’s what you thought. Said boys though (meaning Sam, Tom, Harrison, Tuwaine and even Paddy) disagreed. You didn’t know, or didn’t believe, that Harry did NOT treat you like one of the boys. He cared about you differently, too. Tom thought it didn’t stop there, that Harry did in fact love you.

And yes, you might’ve admitted to Harrison on one very, very drunken night that you had occasionally thought of Harry as something more than your sarky friend. He had been since sworn to silence, though Haz had in fact, told Tom - who only replied with an ‘i told you so’.

Even though everyone else saw your relationship as complicated, to you and Harry it was just simple. You were just the best of friends.

And that’s how the evening went. The two of you were just messing around as usual; after eating the tomatoey pasta creation Harry had tried, you both made a right mess of the washing up - water ending up coating the floor and maybe one of the walls too (Tom would never know). And just like usual, it ended with you sprawled out on one sofa, Harry mirroring you on the adjacent one.

It was love island season, which meant every night at 9 pm there was only one place on earth either of you would be. On your respective sofas, watching the most trashy tv in the world.

Tonight though, no matter how excited you were for the next instalment of who-likes-who, your day of work caught up with you. Not that you noticed, but you’d pretty much passed out as soon as the opening scenes started. There were only two minutes of silence before Harry registered something was up - typically, he was trying to make you shut up so he could actually hear the TV. To investigate, he jumped off the sofa and leaned over the couch, the sight making him pout.

He knew work had been super stressful recently; and he also knew that your insomnia had been coming back with a vengeance. So instead of treating you like ‘one of the boys’ and throwing things until you woke up - Harry used a different approach. He draped the blanket that hung off the side of the sofa over you, biting back a slight smile as you huffed in appreciation for the soft quilt. Then Harry left you alone, knowing you could do with every little bit of rest you could get.

That was all good until it reached the third set of adverts when Harry heard you huff and move about on the sofa. And then again and again. Then again with what sounded like a bit of whimper too.

Brows furrowed, he paused the TV and slowly got up, rounding the sofa to see you somewhat matching his expression. Your face was contorted in one of distress, and you kept thrashing your head from side to side of the pillow. It didn’t take a genius to work out; this was your nightmares rearing their ugly heads.

Harry just wanted to stop this for you. Although the two of you were never particularly ‘mushy’ or vulnerable with each other - he knew just how much you were suffering recently. So without much thought into it, Harry knelt down to sit on the floor, side leaning up against the sofa as he looked towards you. Trying to hush you, he ran his hand over your forehead and over the top of your hair, though it seemed to take little effect. And then, again entirely without hesitation, Harry started to softly sing.

It’s a little bit funny

This feeling inside

I’m not one of those who can easily hide

Why Elton John was the first that came to mind was a mystery to Harry - except maybe that the lyrics ran true a little.

And you can tell everybody

This is your song

It may be quite simple, but now that it’s done

I hope you don’t mind

That I put down in the words

How wonderful life is while you’re in the world

You’d always loved old 70s music, you were the one that had properly got you into all that stuff - the beatles, billy joel, elton, even a bit of springsteen. He owed half his music taste to your Spotify playlists, even if he’d never admit it to your face.

So excuse me forgetting

But these things I do

You see I’ve forgotten, if they’re green or they’re blue

Anyway the thing is, what I really mean

Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen

With a final huff, you finally settled down, Harry swore he could see all the discomfort literally melting away from your face. It took a minute but your breath evened out, mumbling something incomprehensible as you curled up toward him on the edge of the sofa.

This wasn't the first time he’d sang to you in your sleep - and he sort of hoped it wouldn't be the last either.

feedback is really appreciated <3

harry taglist : @euphorichxlland @lovehollandy12 @pandaxnienke @msmimimerton @crossyourpeter @hallecarey1

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pog ok shadow songs + short explanations

cooler than me - lyndi wadsworth: this is that rock cover of cooler than me i sent a while back. i explained already why i think this sums up shadow and sonic's dynamic and his feelings toward sonic.

custer - slipknot: the opening lines referring to both death by guns and being reminded of a person's beauty scream shadow's feelings regarding the life and death of his best friend maria who was shot and killed. figthing hell and fear because you understand it hits really well with him, too. other than that it's a lot of general anger and cynicism, which, even when shadow has developed as a character not only over the course of games like adventure 2 but also past that intense edgelord characterization shadow the hedgehog 2005 gave him, is still pretty fitting. even if he's not cruel or anything outright, he's still bitter with a short temper and angry at a lot of things.

dead memories- slipknot: the entire song is about losing the past and the pain of remembering. granted, the lyrics aren't anything near a 1:1 comparison, but i mean, the theme fits him really well.

chop suey - system of a down: i love this song. the vague, slippery grasp on a heavy theme of death i think fits shadow well too, as death is a recurring factor in his story.

wake me up when september ends - green day: the entire song is about mourning, which again, the trauma he suffered when maria died is a big factor in his character.

born with horns - machine gun kelly: shadow as a character has a lot of turmoil. as shown in one ending of shth 2005, he has a lot of regret for the damage and pain he's caused, directly or inadvertently. he stays away from making friends after maria died. he was made and repeatedly attempted to be used as a weapon. through two different games, in essence, shadow was stuck on the same feeling and the same traumatic event again and again. ("how much time can i waste constantly feeling the same thing?") plus the entire ending refrain really just sums up shadow's character arc and his isolated nature and experiences.

lonely - machine gun kelly: i mean, come on. maybe the lyrics aren't anywhere near a 1:1 comparison, just like dead memories, but the theme of loss and mourning?? the way it's presented? it fits him really well. shadow lost so much. plus the recurring theme of "i'd trade it all for you," i know it's metaphorical and it's a common feeling when you lose a loved one (yeah, i'd know that personally /lh) but shadow's motive for trying to destroy the earth was driven by vengeance and mourning over maria's death.

nothing inside - machine gun kelly: no explanation. the lyrics don't fit, the theme is wrong, but i hear it and i'm like yeah, that's shad, mainly because of the chorus.

rocket man - elton john: now we get into the stuff that's gonna warrant an ummm wtf but, the mix of lyrics about space and themes of feeling lost? "i think it's gonna be a long, long time 'till touchdown brings me 'round again to find- i'm not the man they think i am at home, i'm a rocket man" first of all. space. shadow was created in space. he lived on the space colony with maria. a "long, long time", shadow being sealed away for 50 years in cryostasis, but for some reason it's really his story in sa2 ending with him falling to earth from space that makes this one hit for me? like, i know he survived, but still.

space oddity - david bowie: wish i could say i wasn't too stupid to know what this song is actually about. i just kind of hear an astronaut dying in space when a mission goes wrong, accepting it in the last moments ("tell my wife i love her very much") and no one can reach him, and it probably represents something but i have no media comprehension. anyways death in space.

ok these are all too depressing what about teenagers by mcr because it's so funny to me that shadow is literally my age and he's out here like THAT

Love the MGK songs in here, my propaganda has worked- /j

Also the fact that I'm older than a fUCKING SONIC CHARACTER SCARES ME-

#asks #answered #valleyfthdolls

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HMS Pogue Playlist

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#obx #obx netflix #john b routledge #sarah cameron #pope heyward #jj maybank #kiara #the outer banks

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1971: The Year That Music Changed Everything Review – The Revolution Is Hummable

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Apple TV+’s 1971: The Year That Music Changed Everything is immersive and fairly ambitious. The eight-part documentary series wants to run 33 revolutions per minute, and only comes up about a third short. It captures how musicians’ fingers were on the pulse of the day’s headlines and the laid the tracks for the nights’ rhythms.

Artists sang the news, sometimes causing it, other times reacting. Rock and roll had grown up and rock musicians took on responsibilities. Rhythm and blues got loose and soul musicians took to the streets. A former University of California philosophy professor named Angela Davis was charged with aiding and abetting the murder of a judge and Aretha Franklin personally offered to post bail.

The documentary series points out how The Beatles took the lead on youth culture movement during the 1960s, and how the elder society tried to beat it down in the 1970s, only to have John Lennon read the news and write “Gimme Some Truth,” before breakfast. Or to charge Oz Magazine, a British underground newspaper, with obscenity, and find Lennon outside the courtroom with a bullhorn in his hand and a single about it on a flipside. British television tried to celebrate the wake of the Beatles’ breakup with regressive programming. American TV fought to stay as progressive as its radio stations.

The docu-series was inspired by the book Never a Dull Moment: 1971 the Year That Rock Exploded by David Hepworth, but leaves out all the more gossipy bits. We don’t get cake from the Mick and Bianca Jagger wedding, but we get exiled with the Rolling Stones right on Main Street. Co-directed by Asif Kapadia (Senna, Amy, Diego Maradona), James Rogan and Danielle Peck, 1971: The Year That Music Changed Everything doesn’t look away from rockstar excesses, but it also doesn’t indulge them. We get the feeling albums by the Stones and Sly and the Family Stone may have achieved perfection through the sloppiest of accidents.

The artistic stories are a lot of fun to watch, though. Listening to Keith Richards talking about getting out of France minutes before both the mob and the cops were about to bang down the door is almost as much fun as sitting in the mid-section of the speedway concert at Altamont. Far enough away from the Hell’s Angels pool cues, but close enough to feel the danger, and still at the right place for the sound mix.

The best part of 1971: The Year Music Changed Everything is the footage. We get a clip of George Harrison and Bob Dylan rehearsing a song they didn’t do on stage at The Concert for Bangladesh. Home movies capture the Stones in Villa Nellecôte, scoring dope and nodding out during sessions for Exile on Main St. There is footage of James Brown performing in Paris which hasn’t made its way to his fans here. Gritty black and white celluloid shows David Bowie awkwardly miming his way through his first visit to Warhol’s Factory. Candid photos capture insanely intimate moments like a fan biting Marc Bolan’s hair. It is fun to watch Dick Cavett try to crawl up his own ass while trying to interview James Baldwin and Sly Stone. One highlight is the Ike and Tina Turner Review, along with the Staple Singers and dozens of other Black musicians visiting Ghana for a concert.

It is exhilarating to hear Marvin Gaye explain, in his own words, why What’s Going On was the record he was put on this earth to make. It is very cool hearing Lennon say how much it means to have revolutionary music coming from Gaye. There are no talking heads. Interviews, like those done with Elton John, are only heard through voice-overs. This adds to the intimacy of Chrissie Hynde of the Pretenders remembering how personally she took Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young’s song “Ohio,” after having been on the campus at Kent State during the shootings. It stands in stark contrast to President Richard Nixon declaring his love for “square music” while he gives an “off with their heads” glare at the most civil of disobedient young people.

The documentary mixes the musical stories with the period’s news. Archival footage includes protests, police brutality, the My Lai massacre trials, Charles Manson, and Lance Loud, who taught American families to embrace differences on the proto-reality TV show An American Family. The documentary also shows Nixon launching the war on drugs as a military offensive. It takes on the Attica prison uprising, and the prison study at Stanford, which proved anyone can be a mindlessly cruel bastard if they have something to hide behind, like a badge and a baton. The documentary doesn’t mention it, but the study seems even more accurate when considering the attempted damage done by anonymous Internet trollers. The documentary also offers a broad spectrum of retro-fashion tips.

The post-counterculture musicians didn’t only face political pressure. The documentary also highlights how newer artists were challenging the established pecking order of rock. A slightly premature delving into Glam Rock rebels Bowie and T. Rex’s Marc Bolan replaces any segments on heavy metal and hard rock. “We were creating the 21st century in 1971,” Bowie says in the opening of every installment. We applaud as Kraftwerk fires their drummer for a drum machine.

Because the series focuses on the theme of interactive social change, it skips a lot of what was happening musically in 1971. Some of it is understandable, and some appears arbitrary. Not to let one bad apple spoil the whole bunch, but the series includes a segment on the Osmonds but doesn’t mention The Jackson 5. While we get a broad overview of world music, we get precious little of the electricity of Latin percussion which propelled Santana and War.

The doc talks about the growing Jesus Saves movement which was sonically represented in Jesus Christ Superstar, but they don’t even offer a sound clip of Jethro Tull’s Aqualung, which proclaimed “man created god.” I get it, a lot of the rock and roll press, and I’m looking at you Rolling Stone, has had a bug up their ass about prog music for years. The documentary relegates all of eight seconds to Yes, but only as an example of the snobbishness of dinosaur rock. But this is 1971, even T-Rex is new. The Flintstones hadn’t been off TV for a decade.

“Rock stars, is there nothing they don’t know?” Homer Simpson once asked, reverently. That kind of thinking began in 1971. Musicians were the most influential people on the planet. When Carole King told you to get up every morning with a smile on your face, you felt beautiful. If Gil Scott-Heron warned you about the cop’s “No Knock” policy, you double locked your door. 1971: The Year Music Changed Everything is an excellent time capsule of music from a time which was a lot less innocent. How do we get that lack of innocence back?

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Like Thoughts Inside a Dream (brian may x reader)

Summary // You’re marrying the love of your life Brian May tomorrow...or so you think.

Warnings // swearing, “cheating”, and (lots and lots of) crying :) oop and fluff

A/N // Oh hello my lovelies. I guess I have no excuse to not write fan fiction now, right? Well, with the quarantine and all. As always, I hope you are all feeling and doing very well. It will get better, okay? This is not the first time the human race has had to cope and adapt to catastrophe, and we have made it through before. We shall do it again. But enough of that. For now, let’s pretend a little.

All my love xxx

(pretend this gif is of ‘77 Bri)

The date was May 20th, 1977. Brian and you had been together since the summer of 1974, and now it was the day before your wedding. Oh, how time had flown by. In the start of your relationship, you had had stolen moments in broom closets and bathrooms in bars. Now, you had a diamond ring on your left finger and you were putting on your white silk robe with the word, “Bride” embroidered on the upper back.

You and Brian had decided to get married on the countryside in England. Simply because that is where most of your friends and family were. You both had rented out an amazing old castle for the event, and you were to be married tomorrow at noon just outside in the castle garden.

Between all the families, children, touring roadies and their families, etc. there was about 200 guests that would be surrounding you and Brian for the bonding of your eternal love the next day. But, at this moment, you were brushing your hair and taking off your makeup from the day in your own suite. Brian was not with you, as you both decided to have separate rooms for the night before the wedding, so the next time you guys would sleep and well, sleep together would be as a married couple. The idea was suggested to you by Veronica, John’s wife, and you both thought that the idea was great.

The clock now read 11:58pm, and you were in your lavish nightgown, tossing and turning in the bed. Not having Brian next to you was surely very odd, as you have not slept away from him for any reason, not even when he was on tour because you worked for Queen. You quite literally were the seamstress for the band. It wasn't just an Elton John lyric. You loved every second of your job, and that is how you met Brian all those years ago.

But in all honesty, you missed him and wanted him by your side, and you thought that having him hold you tonight would take some of the jitters away about tomorrow. You knew being away from him was just for one night. But, would it really hurt if you snuck into bed with him? He was just four rooms down the hallway after all. After a moment or two of contemplating, you decided “fuck it”, and threw your robe on and some slippers, then started to pad down the hall.

As you approached closer and closer to his door, you started to hear a thumping sound come from inside one of the rooms. But, as you were still two doors down at this point, you thought the sound was just coming from Roger’s room. “Wonder who the lucky girl is tonight”, you chuckled in thought. When you finally reached his door, your heart instantly fell to the floor.

“Oh, oh, oh fuck. Please baby faster. Fuck, you're so good.”

Who in the hell was that? Was Brian really cheating on you the NIGHT before your wedding day? Was this really, actually happening? He treated you with nothing but the upmost love and respect for the last three years. This wasn't Brian, it just couldn't be. But, it was. This was him room. He had some girl in there with him, taking your place, the night before he was going to promise himself to you.

With all of these thoughts racing through your head, you had no idea what to do. All you knew was that your body started to feel hot and you felt your hands and whole body start to shake with rage. Your eyes filled up with tears, followed up with ringing in your ears. You wanted to bang on the door and tear Brian to shreds as soon as he answered, but, you just couldn't. You were too heartbroken. How, in the fuck, could this be happening?

So, instead of causing a scene, you decided to run back down the hall and into your room. You opened the door and slammed it shut before running to your bed and throwing yourself on it. You promptly cried yourself to sleep. This was worse than being left at the fucking alter. Being cheated on? Your heart was literally incinerated.

An hour, maybe two, you didn't know, passed. You were in the limbo between asleep and awake, and still felt tears streaming down your face.

“Y/N? Honey, you awake?”

You didn't know if that voice was coming from a dream or real life. Frankly, you did not want to know, because that voice was undoubtedly Brian’s. You did not know whether the voice was real or not until you smelled his scent and felt his arm wrapping around your waist, and pulling you in.

“Brian...”

“Yes, baby?” You felt him smile against the skin on your shoulder as he planted a kiss there.

“Get the fuck out of my room.”

He chuckled. “Come on, Y/N. I know that we said we wouldn't sleep together the night before the wedding but I missed-”

“No, no. I said to get the fuck out!”

You pushed him off of you and jumped out of bed. You turned on the bedside lamp and crossed your arms, watching him get out of bed too and look at you with a very shocked expression.

“D-did I do something? What’s wrong?” His curls shook as he spoke, his eyes looking worried and full of concern.

A deadly silence fell upon you two.

“Who was the girl?”

“What? What girl?”

“The girl, Brian. The fucking GIRL!” You started to shake with anger again as you screamed.

“What fucking girl?? I have no idea what you are talking a-about!”

He was clearly slurring and stumbling over his words.

“Wait, are you fucking drunk?” You walked around to his side of the bed, and when you did, you could start to smell the booze on him.

“Uh, I think so?” He started to chuckle and reach out for you, but you pulled away.

“Who even are you right now?! You get drunk, fuck some girl, then waltz into my room the night before our wedding expecting to have a quickie?”

As you speak, the anger seething through you is reaping through your veins. The man that you love more than anyone in this world is a man that you truly don't know at all, and to make matters worse, he was trying to deny it all.

“Y/N, please s-low down. I-I am a little drunk, I think. I don't know who this girl is. Rog and I-”

“No, stop. Stop fucking talking. Brian, I love you so much. But, I don't know who you are right now. Do I deserve to be hurt? Do I deserve to be played like a fucking instrument? Why did you even propose if you want to cheat on me? What did I do to deserve this??”

At this point, there are tears streaming down your face again. Brian is not even following your words. He’s lightly swaying and shaking his head to try and listen to your words.

“Y/N...please, I don't even know what you’re saying, just please slow down.”

“Fuck you, Brian. You weren't telling that groupie to slow down. So, you can marry her tomorrow instead of me. She sounds like fun.”

Brian’s hands flew to his hair and he turned away from you and banged his fists against the door. Then, he turned around to face you again, leaning his head against the door.

“Y/N, what in the fuck are you talking about?? Roger and I-”

“NO! Get out! I fucking mean it Brian, get out. It’s done. Go sleep off your hangover and affair. You’re gonna be marrying your mistress tomorrow.”

“You’re acting fucking insane. Come here and let’s t-talk...” He waltz towards you chuckling softly, but you just pushed him off you so hard he literally flew into the door and the lamp on the nightstand fell and shattered on the floor. He started at you wide-eyed and shocked as all hell.

“Goodbye, Brian.”

He left without another word, audibly crying.

It is hard to describe at this point why you were standing on the podium in front of the grand mirror in your wedding dress. Your hair and makeup done as well. The only two things left to do is to don your veil and beautiful custom made high-heels.

You were just staring at yourself in the mirror. Staring at Brian’s bride-to-be in the most lavish gown the world has ever seen. Courtesy to yours and Freddie’s impeccable taste. But soon, your thoughts were interrupted by a voice coming from your left.

“Y/N? Earth to Y/N?’

“Yeah, sorry John. Lost in thought I guess.”

“That’s ‘kay, love. So was I on my wedding day. God, I was just so excited to marry Ronnie that I couldn't keep my head straight. You feel like that?”

John started to put on and adjust your veil as he spoke, smiling at you as you watched him in the mirror. As you watched, Freddie and Roger you saw too, to your right, and they were admiring your shoes.

“Shouldn't you guys be with Brian? I mean, I’m so grateful for you all to be here, but I-”

“Darling, Brian is as steady as a rock on marrying you. You need to be monitored at the moment. Been acting so mopey all day. Probably just cold feet. Even John got cold feet on his wedding day, right?” Freddie said turning to look at you.

“That’s right. But, it was the best decision I’ve ever made, marrying her. You and Brian were made for each other, okay?” John said this as he wrapped his arms around you from behind and placed a soft and quick kiss on your cheek. This made you eyes flutter shut, and tears start to stream down your face.

“I- I cant breathe. I can’t fucking breathe. Oh my god, I cant do this.”

Tears were ruining your makeup and your heads flew to your chest as the boys came up to you and tried to calm you down over the loud sounds of you gasping for air.

“Y/N, please tell us what’s wrong, love. Here, come sit.” Freddie took your arm and led you to the couch that sat underneath the window and wrapped his arm around you.

A long silence. Only your tears and gasps could be heard all around. The boys’ hearts breaking at the sight.

“Brian...he...” your voice cracked as you choked on the words.

“He what?” Roger and John crouched down in front of you, as Roger inquired.

“...he cheated. Last night. I went to go sneak into his room and I heard him shagging some bird. Then, he came into my room drunk and pretended to have no idea what had happened and-”

A long and loud chuckle came from Roger as he stood up in front of you and ran his hands through his hair. The rest of your faces fell as you stood and yelled at Roger.

“Something funny, Rog?” Now, you were filled again with anger.

“Y/N, that wasn't Brian you heard last night. It was me and some bird I picked up at a pub down the street. Brian was asking what you could’ve been so mad about last night. That was it. That wasn't Brian you heard, it was me.”

“What? I don't understand..” Your mind started to race. This had to be some kind of joke.

“Yeah! I took her back to the castle and left Brian at the pub we went to last night. John was with us, too. Brian’s room was closer than mine, so that’s why you thought it was him shagging someone. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“So, why the fuck didn't you tell me first thing this morning after Brian spoke to you about it?”

“Love, I’m still really hungover from last night. Wasn't thinkin’ ‘bout these things.”

You could not believe what you were hearing. How could you be so blind? So stupid? Now, you were sobbing again. This day was supposed to be the best day of your life. How could this happen? You didn't even give Brian a chance to explain.

You broke from Freddie’s grasp as you stood up suddenly and ran out of the room in your wedding gown and veil. You then burst into Brian’s dressing room down the hall. There, you found him head down at the vanity crying, in his gorgeous black tuxedo. You closed the door behind you and lent against it. The sight of him broke your heart more than when you thought he had cheated.

He lifted his head quickly at the sound of you closing the door and he turned his body to gaze at you. Through tears and a broken voice he said,

“Well, this is two traditions now broken. Not ‘spossed to see the bride in her gown before the ceremony.”

Your tears fell around the small smile that broke onto your face. Your body slid to the floor and your gown pooled around you. You looked up to the ceiling in defeat. Where do you even start? You had no clue, so you said nothing instead, waiting for him to cast the first stone.

“You look fucking...amazing. I-”

He started to cry again, so you looked at him through your heavy, tear-filled eyelashes.

“Yeah?” you sniffed while chuckling lightly. “I looked a lot better when I wasn't sobbing over almost ruining our marriage before it had even started.

“How dare you say that you ruined it? Y/N, the guys took me out drinking last night. I had too much. I remember you yelling at me for thinking I cheated on you? So, I asked the guys about it this morning and Rog posed the thought that it was him you might have heard, but he wasn't sure. He didn't know you were out in the hall. Not to mention, I should have never been drunk and-”

“B,” you started. “can you just, come here?”

You gave him a lop-sided smile and could tell you looked like you had just beaten up and broken down. Now just realizing the silliness of it all.

He got up from his chair and gently moved your dress out of the way before sitting behind you, putting you between his legs as you lent against his chest, both of you still against the door. You both just sat there wrapped up in each other for a while, when all of a sudden you both burst out into laughter. It wasn't a chuckle either, it was a whole-hearted laughter radiating out from both of you.

“Why are we laughing, again?” you ask still crying a little, but this time from laughing so hard.

“Well, for one, you thought I cheated on you when really it was just Rog being stupid, and two, we are currently in wedding costumes sitting on the floor, making all of our guests wait as we cry over nothing to cry about.” He laughed again and kissed your temple. You didn't respond right away, instead you held his arms that were wrapped around your chest closer to you.

“Can I say something?” Brian almost whispered.

“Of course.”

“If you thought I had cheated on you, why did you still plan on marrying me?”

“Probably the same reason you were in here sobbing all by yourself”.

Another silence. But, a one filled with love and devotion this time.

“And what reason would that be?” He cooed in your ear, then leaning his forehead against the back of your head.

“Because no mistake or fuck up is enough to overpower what we have. I mean... do you remember that time on Ridge Farm when I tripped on that stupid fake rock and split my knee open? You literally cancelled all recording that whole day to ‘nurse me back to health’. Or, that time that I had the flu and you delayed the whole entire Day at the Races tour just to stay home with me? I would never leave you for a mistake. I know it wasn't you now, but at the time, when I did, I knew you weren't having some elaborate affair, you just fucked up once. I didn't mean what I said. I would never leave you. For better or for worse. I know I haven’t said that officially yet but, that doesn't mean I don’t mean it now.”

By now, your body was turned around in his arms and you were facing him. He was lightly crying (still) and so were you.

“You know that I would never leave you either, right? I would also never cheat on you. Also never forget that I will always delay tours and recordings to tend to your bloody knees and runny nose. Please know that, love.”

You looked at him, like truly looked at him for the first time in 24 hours. Brian, your Brian, was no cheating wanker. He loved you. He put you first and last every time, for everything. It was storybook love. This whole situation made you realize that love did indeed exist. It also made you realize that love is stronger than catastrophe. If you two could get through this, and you both wanted to stay even when there was something (seemingly) going terribly wrong, you were both there to stick it out. No matter what.

Brian smiled so sweetly at you. “My beautiful, perfect, princess bride.”

He kissed you with intensity and passion. Both of your eyes closed immediately, and your heart felt full.

When he pulled away, he glanced at the clock and it read five minutes to noon.

“So, wanna get married now? If we’re done with all the drama that is.”

You swatted his chest and laughed before wiping your eyes.

“I need Freddie to help fix my makeup first I look-”

“-so...fucking...beautiful.”

Brian finished your sentence and then helped you to your feet. Before you knew it, you were standing at the alter marrying the man you love. Sometimes tragedy is not what it seems...

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to-a-merrier-world · 4 years

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TEDDY HI okay I think I'm late but I would love to hear about DC Spiderman, love and other ways to die (the jay one at the end), aaaaaand Zuko accidental baby acquisition!!

LYSS! hi! lol

ok, so, DC Spider-man is, essentially, what it says on the tin--an AU where the powers of the multiverse that be decide to stick a Peter Parker into a DC universe, and things go a little differently for him. He still gets bit when he’s 15 and his uncle still gets shot, but Ben doesn’t die--instead, he goes into a coma for a few months. During that time, Peter takes on his Spider-man persona to deal with his guilt (and the fact he doesn’t know if his uncle will die or not). Eventually, Ben recovers, but Peter continues to be Spider-man. Ben and May find out a year later, and while things are tense for a while, they eventually accept it and help him out (such as with his webshooters).

Anyways, the beginning of the fic partially follows some points of the “Justice League: War” movie. Peter ends up meeting Superman, Batman, and Green Lantern when they go crashing through New York fighting each other. At the time, Peter is 18 and a senior in high school. I also get a huge kick out of Bruce being younger than people expect, so he’s only 22. Here’s a lil excerpt I wrote:

“Spider-Man, don’t fight him,” the man in black growled.

He glanced back at him and saw he’d climbed back to his feet. He was holding a weird, glowing box that basically screamed ‘Danger, Will Robinson!’ But the man himself didn’t set Peter’s sense’s off.

He was in a get up similar to Superman’s, but in all black and with a mask that covered half his face. The mask had little points on top and he had an emblem on the front that looked like a…

Oh, Peter thought, eyes widening behind his mask.

The Batman.

Well, that saves me a trip to Jersey, he thought. And then—holy shit, the Batman knows about Spider-Man!!

and another, cause i think these are funny lol:

“Well?” Superman asked. His question was clearly addressed to Batman, but he was glaring daggers at Lantern.

Yeesh, Peter thought. If looks could kill… Wait. Superman has heat vision. His looks could actually kill! How does that even work, anyway? Does he just stare really hard, or is it like flipping a swi—Wait, stop, I need to pay attention, Batman’s talking.

“—antern and I chased it into the sewers. It exploded before we could find out anything, leaving this box behind. We deduced that both the creature and the box were likely of extraterrestrial origin. We agreed to reach out to you,” Batman gestured towards Superman, “to find out anything you knew, and tracked you here.”

“Because he’s an alien?” Peter asked, cocking his head.

“Uh, obviously?” Lantern replied. “Who else is going to know anything about aliens?”

Peter ignored him, carrying on with his line of thought.

“Is that, like, speciesism? Or racism towards aliens? Cause, I mean, I don’t know a lot about non-humans, but I feel like they probably don’t all know each other.”

Superman snorted, and when Peter looked, he was definitely suppressing a smile. Probably.

anyways, the fic is an elaborate excuse to force a friendship between Spider-Man and Batman (and Superman) and would basically follow them through the years (and possibly lead to romance between them? i hadn’t decided lol). Oh, and last 2 tidbits before i move on: Peter is trans, cause why the fuck not, and i was also seriously considering titling this “Spidey and the Bats” to only be read like the Elton John song “Bennie and the Jets”.

ok, on to the Ajin!Jason Todd AU

so, idk what you know abt ajin, so i’ll explain a bit. Ajin: Demi-Human is a manga/anime about Ajin, people who possess extreme regenerative abilities that trigger upon death or mortal injury, allowing them to completely recover from their wounds in a matter of seconds to such an exceptional extent that not only can missing limbs be restored, but Ajin can fully regenerate after being turned into literal meat patties. Additionally, Ajin can create "black ghosts", which are highly dangerous combat-oriented entities that are invisible to normal humans and only visible to other Ajin.

I tweak the idea, somewhat, because in this AU, the amount of time it takes you to come back can vary--especially the first time you regenerate. It gets faster the more times you do it, but it starts off slower. Jason is an Ajin, so when he dies by the Joker’s hand, he later regenerates--only, he does so much slower and more incomplete than other Ajin. His body is restored to how it was prior to dying, but somehow his mind got locked inside his black ghost. He ends up wandering around Crime Alley with his black ghost trailing him until another Ajin stumbles across him.

This new Ajin, Kay, realizes something’s wrong with Jason and tries to help by... “resetting” him aka killing him again. It ends up working, but it doesn’t exactly engender feelings of friendship between him and Jason. Kay is pretty weird, though, and doesn’t seem to mind Jason not trusting or liking him, and despite killing him like it was nothing, is actually a kind person. He’s also determined to explain Ajin to him and ensure the kid understands the potential danger he’s in (he’s very vague about it, though, cause Kay has Secrets lol).

Anyways, it turns into this whole superheroes (mostly the Bats) vs the government vs rogue Ajin, and Jason ends up thrown into the middle of it all. The beginning of the fic deals more with Jason and his family’s grief/guilt/trauma and Kay sorta just hangs out until shit starts hitting the fan and he’s forced to reveal some things about himself :3c

OKAY on to the last one, Zuko Accidental Baby Acquisition AU!

this one starts off write after Zuko Alone when Zuko is leaving that town where he met the little boy. He ends up coming across another town, but this one has been destroyed by the Fire Nation--it’s a literal battle ground. There are the bodies of Earth Kingdom soldiers and civilians left to rot in the sun with only the broken weapons and armor of Fire Nation soldiers to explain what happened here. Zuko is horrified and wants to leave, but he’s starving, so he has to go into the town to try to find something to eat.

The fires from the battle are still burning low when he starts searching the town, and eventually he hears the cry of a baby. he runs to investigate without thinking and comes across a woman with her eyes closed and so severely burned Zuko automatically assumes she’s dead. In her arms is a crying baby, red-faced and distressed, but otherwise looking unharmed. Zuko approaches and as he reaches for the baby, unsure what the hell he’s even doing, the woman opens her eyes. She can barely speak, but she asks Zuko to take her son--Kyo--and to bring him somewhere safe. Zuko agrees without thinking, wanting the woman to pass on with some amount of peace.

The woman dies and Zuko is now left with a baby. The story goes on with Zuko seriously struggling to care for a baby, not to mention his inner turmoil and the trauma of seeing that town and watching the woman die from burn wounds. Zuko, like in canon, follows Azula’s tracks, but because of Kyo he’s slower and ends up arriving just as Azula shoots Iroh. This time, while Zuko wants to say no to Katara’s offer of help, he’s stuck b/c he can’t care for Iroh AND Kyo, so he ends up accepting her help.

Which is also when the Gaang find out that Zuko, somehow, now has a baby. Katara also helps look the baby over, and it’s basically a really weird time for all parties. Eventually, the Gaang help Zuko, Iroh, and Kyo get settled in an abandoned house to recover, Aang insisting on leaving blankets and food behind (mostly for Kyo and Iroh’s benefit).

Anyways, the story goes on and Zuko, who had planned to just leave the baby at an orphanage in Ba Sing Se, ends up wanting to keep Kyo (he gets attached and feels responsible for him, and can’t just let him go). Things, obviously, go differently with a baby involved, and Zuko doesn’t end up betraying the Gaang/Iroh like he does in canon because of Kyo.

but yeah, that’s it lol, sorry this is so long, i got carried away

#i'm sorry this is way more than you likely expected alsdknf #wip #mine #ask #jason todd #ajin #peter parker #batman #spider-man #zuko #atla #lookforaspookynewangle

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johannaquartet · 4 years

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Glee does Lestat the Musical

(This would probably be set between seasons 2 and 3 when Twilight was culturally relevant. Also please be gentle, this is Baby’s First Glee Post.)

Vampire fever is sweeping McKinley High! Every girl has their own copy of Twilight and all the guys have started sweeping up their hair and caking on that ghostface makeup in an attempt to look like Edward Cullen. Principal Figgins is terrified by all of this and bans Twilight from the school.

Seeing how upset his kids are after the Twilight ban, Will decides to cheer them up: they’re going to be putting on Elton John’s seminal classic Lestat!

Blaine gets cast as Lestat, and Kurt, who has read every single book in the Vampire Chronicles series and probably already owns an exact replica of one of Lestat’s 1994 film costumes, is insistent that he needs to have long blond locks in order to play the Brat Prince. The two of them sing “The Bugs and the Bears” while Kurt lovingly gives Blaine a blond weave.

Sue makes a plan to sabotage the club by making Figgins believe that Will is an actual vampire. She somehow manages to deplete all his food of iron and reduces him to an anemic state. He sings “The Thirst,” and it’s just as awful as you can imagine.

Santana is cast as Gabrielle and she NAILS it. “The Crimson Kiss” is out of this world.

Figgins is starting to believe Sue’s claims that Will is a vampire—after all, he is looking awfully pale. The two of them break into his office to find it covered in blood. How did it get there? Sue stole a blood drive truck and splattered that shit all over the place.

Mercedes leads the ensemble in a rendition of “Welcome to the New World” and it sounds absolutely fantastic. Once again the entire audience is left wondering how on earth Ryan Murphy managed to secure one of the most fantastic voices of the 2010s and do nothing for her.

Blaine’s weave is not well-received. He gets slushied every time he sets foot in the hallway and gets sent to the Principal’s office every time because Figgins thinks it’s blood instead of slush. Blaine laments that he wants to get rid of the weave, but Kurt sings “Embrace It” to him. The ending of the song transitions to a rehearsal where Blaine is confidently singing the part, weave and all, to his Louis, who is played by Finn.

Finn hates being Louis because he thinks it’s gay, but then Kurt explains to him that the Vampire Chronicles means a lot to a lot of gay people and it hurts that his internalized homophobia didn’t go away after Season 1. Finn starts reading The Vampire Lestat and he sees the light—he shows up at Rachel’s window like Edward fucking Cullen and proclaims that he now totally understands why she’s turned on by vampires, and it’s implied they had sex because hello it’s Glee, of COURSE we have to spend way too much time on the sex life of minors.

Rachel is happy about her new vampire boyfriend, but she’s LIVID that she’s been cast as Claudia and sings “I Want More” to her two gay dads.

Figgins attacks Will with a fucking stake in the middle of the teacher’s lounge, and all hell breaks loose. Sue watches from the corner, laughing with glee (no pun intented.) Will eats a piece of garlic bread to prove he’s not a vampire, and he and Figgins make up.

Will and Blaine both sing “Sail Me Away” and have their performances juxtaposed against each other. It actually sounds great but it’s impossible to listen to because the song is actually well-suited to Matthew Morrison’s voice and nobody wants to grapple with the concept that Will could have a good performance.

They put on the show and just like the actual Lestat musical it flops HORRIBLY but it’s okay because we all learned a valuable lesson about absolutely nothing.

#WOW this got long and out of hand #murphy’s inferno #glee #lestat the musical #lestat #vampire chronicles

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nerianasims · 4 years

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Billboard #1s 1973

Under the cut.

Carly Simon – “You’re So Vain” -- January 6, 1973

Knowing who this song is about -- if there even is someone -- would make it a lot less fun. "You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht" is one of the greatest lines of all time. The subject of this song is a grade-A douchebag, and yet his life's kinda enviable, isn't it? He can fly his plane to see the total eclipse of the sun, he hangs out with spies, he seduces his close friends' wives, his horse wins races. But he "gave away the things he loved." He chose to be a movie character instead of having love, which is rather sad. It's a more complex song than it seems at first. And it's a lot of fun.

Stevie Wonder – “Superstition” -- January 27, 1973

Can't write too busy jamming. Okay so this song is great. The sentiment is one we need a hell of a lot more of. The music has my favorite funk beat. It's my favorite Stevie Wonder song, and one of my favorite songs period. Actually this is three in a row of my favorite songs now.

Elton John – “Crocodile Rock” -- February 3, 1973

Well that ends that streak. I don't like Elton John's music. I find it dull and irritating. I can't even pinpoint why entirely, because I can't listen to enough of his music all the way through. I have had to listen to this one all the way through at every wedding reception I've ever been to, though. It's a boring dance song, and boring dance songs are very bad things.

Roberta Flack – “Killing Me Softly With His Song” -- February 25, 1973

Roberta Flack is great, but I prefer the Fugee's version of this song. Flack's version is a little too color-within-the-lines for me.

The O’Jays – “Love Train” -- March 24, 1973

An optimistic, happy song about everyone loving each other and getting along. It's also a good dance song, which makes it easy to get on board.

Vicki Lawrence – “The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia” -- April 7, 1973

She killed her sister-in-law for cheating on her brother? Really? Really? Well this is where revenge leads -- now her brother's dead too. This song doesn't get at anything interesting and the story is simply unpleasant. The music in this song's not spectacular or anything, but it deserves a better story.

Tony Orlando & Dawn – “Tie A Yellow Ribbon Round The Ole Oak Tree” -- April 21, 1973

This lounge lizard singing a twangy country-ish song doesn't work. He doesn't know how to do it. Also, it sounds like they were trying to make it into a novelty song. Someone coming home from prison and hoping his wife will still want him is in very poor taste for a novelty song. This song somehow became about soldiers returning home. It's a really bad song for such a poignant and complex topic. It's a really bad song for anything.

Stevie Wonder – “You Are The Sunshine Of My Life” -- May 19, 1973

Stevie Wonder and his wife Syreeta Wright were in the process of breaking up when they recorded this love song together. They stayed in each other's lives until Syreeta passed away, though. Knowing that makes this song even more moving.

The Edgar Winter Group – “Frankenstein” -- May 26, 1973

How did a hard rock instrumental reach the top of the charts? The riff is pretty great, and some cool things are going on with the electric guitar. Hard rock instrumentals aren't my thing, though. But I think it's good, even if I don't want to listen to it.

Paul McCartney & Wings – “My Love” -- June 2, 1973

John and Paul both started producing lighter, slower songs after The Beatles broke up. I feel like George was keeping them grounded. Or I guess maybe Ringo -- who knows? This is tolerable, which is more than I normally say about too-light 70s love songs. Actually I think this is also a sex song. For the most soporific sex imaginable. Paul McCartney's bass playing was awesome when he was in The Beatles. I don't get why he didn't build songs around that after they broke up.

George Harrison – “Give Me Love (Give Me Peace On Earth)” -- June 30, 1973

Another spiritual song from George Harrison, but it's better than "My Sweet Lord" in multiple ways. First, the melody's not plagiarized. Second, it has forward motion. You can actually dance a little to it if you want. Third, there's a bit of anguish there. Spiritual songs are always better when they have the tang of pain to them. And Harrison's guitar is on point. Pretty good.

Billy Preston – “Will It Go Round In Circles” -- July 7, 1973

The last two #1s were by ex-Beatles, and this one is by the man often called "the fifth Beatle." It's the best of these three by quite a ways. It sounds to me like it's about the creative process. A song with no melody, a dance with no steps. And the one I like the best: "I've got a story, ain't got no moral/ Let the bad guy win every once in a while." Sounds like his story's a lot farther along than the song and the dance. The music is funky and soulful with a lot of different things going on, but without feeling overly crowded. Excellent.

Jim Croce – “Bad, Bad Leroy Brown” -- July 21, 1973

Leroy Brown is a big, mean man, and everyone's scared of him. Until he goes after the wrong woman and her husband kicks the everloving crap out of him. Being big and mean doesn't count for much if you're a dumbass. It's sort of a country/funk blend, and I like it.

Maureen McGovern – “The Morning After” -- August 4, 1973

Mneh. I know why this one became a big hit; it was the ballad attached to a hit disaster movie. The Poseidon Adventure, one of the biggest disaster movies. I don't get disaster movies either. This song is schmaltz.

Diana Ross – “Touch Me In The Morning” -- August 18, 1973

Diana Ross sure sang a lot of songs in which she was desperate for a man who didn't want her. This time, she promises to be content with having sex just one more time in the morning with a one-night stand. How low maintenance of her. It's slow. It's boring. It gives me the icks.

Stories – “Brother Louie” -- August 25, 1973

Louie is white. He falls in love with a black woman. When he takes her home to his parents, they explode. I think he probably chooses to stay with her, but the song isn't clear. There's the fetishizing "Danger, danger when you taste brown sugar" line. Interracial relationships were really dangerous then still, so that's something. But I don't like the music, I don't like the singing, that one line is really bad and so I can't like the song at all.

Marvin Gaye – “Let’s Get It On” -- September 8, 1973

After learning about Marvin Gaye's life, I am extremely torn about this song. Marvin Gaye's father was a horrible right-wing preacher who made him think sex was a wicked thing. This song is Gaye's celebration of shedding the guilt instilled in him, and finding how wonderful making love was. But I still can't like this song. It's too light for me. (Marvin Gaye's father ended up murdering him -- he was truly a horrific excuse for a human being -- but at least Gaye was mentally free before that.)

Helen Reddy – “Delta Dawn” -- September 15, 1973

Helen Reddy manages a lot more emotion in this song than she did in "I Am Woman." I get it; I prefer stories to polemics too. That doesn't mean I like this song. A story song should have more than two verses and a repetitive chorus. Also, I don't like stories where women go mad because men promise to marry them and then split. I'm looking at you, Charles Dickens. Everyone's got tropes that make them itch, and this is one of mine.

Grand Funk – “We’re An American Band” -- September 29, 1973

My family moved a lot, but I always spent summers with my Grandmother in her cottage near Flint. So Flint is more my hometown than anywhere else. I'm definitely cool with a band from Flint laying claim to the "American Band" label. That doesn't mean I like the song. It's about touring and drinking and groupies, and then it's about repeating the chorus about a hundred and twelve times. Yeah, the music rocks, but it's repetitive and bores me as much as any soft rock ballad ever could.

Cher – “Half-Breed” -- October 6, 1973

I have a lot to say about this song. Way too much. Therefore I'm going to say nothing, except that nothing changes overnight, and this song is a massive improvement over the previous decade's songs about Native Americans.

The Rolling Stones – “Angie” -- October 20, 1973

I liked when the Stones were nice in "Ruby Tuesday." I don't like it so much in this one. It's a step too far. He's singing about how he still loves "you", Angie, but it's time to break up, and I just can't hear it as anything but insincere, fair or not. I feel like he's got someone else waiting. I do like how Mick Jagger makes "Angie" sound like "Angel" when he sings though.

Gladys Knight & The Pips – “Midnight Train To Georgia” -- October 27, 1973

Diana Ross was jealous of Gladys Knight and the Pips, and undermined them at least once. I am not surprised. Gladys Knight is a better singer than Diana Ross, and who wouldn't want the Pips singing and dancing behind them? This song is about how the singer's boyfriend is leaving on a midnight train to Georgia because he couldn't make it as a star in L.A., and she's going with him. Good for them. I love this song.

Eddie Kendricks – “Keep On Truckin'” -- November 10, 1973

Right into falsetto from the start. Sigh. This is a disco song, and it's not technically about trucking, but there are a lot of truck metaphors in it. I find a lot of disco weirdly hard to dance to -- I can't locate the beat somehow. I can dance to The Alan Parsons Project but not the Bee Gees. This is one of those disco songs I have trouble with. So it doesn't work for me to listen to or to dance to, and it's falsetto. Not bad falsetto, but still falsetto the whole way through. I don't hate it but I don't want to hear it again either.

Ringo Starr – “Photograph” -- November 24, 1973

This song is about looking at photographs of someone and missing them. It sounds a bit like an early Beatles song. George Harrison helped Ringo write it, and some of Phil Spector's collaborators gave it the "wall of sound" treatment. The former is likely why it's got a good melody and some interesting musical touches; the latter is why it gives me a headache.

The Carpenters – “Top Of The World” -- December 1, 1973

The singer is newly in love with someone who loves her, and it makes her feel wonderful. Very straightforward, honest, and unembarrassed, and Karen Carpenter's voice is gorgeous as always. The hook is dangerous; this song is likely to be in my head for a few days. That's okay though, because I like it.

Charlie Rich – “The Most Beautiful Girl” -- December 15, 1973

This is a country song in which the singer realizes he just destroyed his life, and is desperate to salvage it. He's asking if you've seen "the most beautiful girl in the world," because he needs to find her to apologize for the things he said that drove her away. It's sad and sweet, but it doesn't make me feel an awful lot.

Jim Croce – “Time In A Bottle” -- December 29, 1973

When this song would come on the oldies station, my mother would yell "Gah!" and change the channel to anything else. Her graduating class, very much to her chagrin, had decided it would be their song. (I don't remember what my graduating class's song was, but I remember some of us trying to get "I'm Too Sexy" to win and failing. I think we ended up being saddled with "I've Got Friends in Low Places.") In any case, I was prejudiced against this song before I heard it the whole way through. Jim Croce died young in a plane crash, so that is very sad. My reaction to this song is still the same as my mother's. It's glop.

BEST OF 1973 -- "Superstition" by Stevie Wonder WORST OF 1973 -- "The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia" by Vicki Lawrence

#billboard number ones

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redrobin-detective · 5 years

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Having jumped from Constantine straight into Good Omens, my mind can’t help but imagine Johnny boy in the Good Omens universe.

Listen, Crowley and Aziraphale are angelic/demonic creatures who don’t exactly hide who they are living in London. You know where John Constantine lives and hunts said creatures. Like oh my god the opportunity of chaotic disaster.

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John is minding his own business, probably getting shitfaced in a bar when he senses that some magical arseholes are just magicking all over the place without regard for any sort of rules. He finds a dandy and some lanky beanpole in a leather jacket just, casually rewriting little bits of reality here and there. John is, well at first he’s a bit taken aback. Not every day you see a demon and an angel hanging ‘round the Earth, not to mention around each other. The demon’s got one arm over the angel’s shoulder, excitedly explaining about a car or something. The angel is nodding but has his nose deep in a book. He changes all the traffic lights without even a twitch so the pair can cross the street without breaking stride.

After he kind of jumps out of his stupor, he chases after them. “Hey you bloody morons, what the hell do you think you’re doing.” They stop and look at him, clearly annoyed to be interrupted on their date? business meeting?? “You can’t just go around mucking with humans, throwing your magic around like garbage.”

“That hasn’t stopped you Mr. Constantine,” the angel tuts, glancing up at the him over his book. “You made a mess of the leylines around my bookshop last month. Took me hours to sort them out, they were attracting even more customers to my shop. Heaven forbid I almost was forced to sell a book.” John kind of grimaces because well, point. The demon is looking at him and John can see the edges of his yellowed reptilian eyes behind the sunglasses, see the glitter of his sharpened teeth when he speaks.

“Alright, you got us, aren’t you a bright boy,” the demon speaks with a slight hiss. Definitely some kind of snake demon, must be pretty powerful to manifest human form like this. “We’re just heading back to my place for some scotch, we’ll stop at the bloody crosswalk next time. Just bugger off why don’t ya.”

“You think I’m going to let some snippy angel,” the angel huffs, “and a goddamn snake demon run loose in London? This is my bloody city and I’m not letting you have her.”

“This city, this planet was ours long before you came about,” the angel said, still having not put down his book. “And by you I mean humans in general.” He looks over at his companion with a sigh, “this my dear boy is why I keep telling you that shouldn’t have tempted Young Eve with the Apple of Knowledge. Sure they have free will but then they act all entitled about it.”

“Yeah I heard you say it first time 6000 years ago,” the demon moaned, digging one pinkie into his ear. “But without free will we’d have no Elton John, no TV dinners,” his forked tongue flicked out, “no little chocolates with yummy little artificial flavors in them.”

“Oh well,” the angel pouted, properly looking up from his book for the first time to look over at the grinning demon. “This is why we never get anywhere with our arguments.”

“Oh I am so done with whatever the fuck is going on here,” John muttered feeling a bit mad and more than a little out of his depth. The apparent serpent of Eden (he’s in skinny jeans??) and an angel is a crooked bowtie were standing in the middle of London, chatting like old friends. Nothing about this was familiar, might as well follow the same old script anyway.

He became murmuring some incantations under his breath, his hands and eyes glowing as he locked on the demon and began the banishing spell to send him back to Hell. The demon locked up and writhed uncomfortably as the words began to have an effect.

“Oi! Now you stop that young man,” the angel slapped him not too lightly on the head with his book, breaking John’s concentration and the spell fell apart. The demon belched quite loudly and thumped on his chest a few times. “I would like to have a word with your parents, you don’t just exorcise people in broad daylight and for no good reason. Crowley here may be a wily fiend, a tempter and a cad but with me here to balance him out, he is perfectly safe.”

“And Aziraphale may be a goody-two-shoe, stick in the mud but with as long as I’m around to keep an eye on him, he won’t be miracling the best of humanity away,” The demon, Crowley apparently, says with a rakish grin despite the fact that he was almost forcibly evicted from the Earth not a minute before. They look so at ease not just with each other but in their human bodies. These two aren’t newbies to the Earth, they’ve been around the block, perhaps as long as God put it into the universe. He stared at them for a minute and they stared right back, the whole of London teeming around them, ignoring an integral but invisible part of the planet.

“I am not nearly drunk enough for this,” he said eventually, pulling his packet of cigarettes out of his pocket. “I’m going to go have about 5 more drinks and you two better be long gone by the time I’m plastered.”

“Yeah we’re leaving only because there’s scotch at home not because of you,” the demon Crowley said with an eyeroll. “Oi can I bum one of those. Love smoking, another one of my ideas. Kills you real slow but you love it the whole time.” John didn’t even think as he offered out the carton and the demon carefully plucked a single cigarette out and soon was smoking it. There was no lighter, no flame. One moment it was unlit, the next it was. Oh John needed to get away from these absolutely bonkers things immediately. The Earth has so effectively swallowed up this angel and demon that they hardly stood out from the humans around them.

“Oh you know I hate that,” the angel Aziraphale said, and suddenly both cigarettes were gone, replaced by lollipops. John took it out and glared at it. Cherry, he squinted, his favorite. “Take care of yourself, Mister Constantine, you’re not er in Heaven’s good graces but with an attitude change maybe there’s hope.” He said with such a genuine smile John wanted to be sick.

“My side hates your guts if that means anything but then they hate most everything, even Black Sabbath which just doesn’t make any sense when you think about it,” Crowley said magicking his lolly, some blue flavor, back into a cigarette. John’s stubbornly remained a candy. “Right, see ya around. Or not, preferably,” that said, the demon’s armed slithered back around the angel’s shoulders and they continued down the way they were heading. The angel went back to his book and the demon picked back up about his car as if John had never been there at all. He supposes if you’ve lived on the planet among humans for thousands of years you just learn to tune it all out. Doesn’t mean they’re not a part of it all. Goddamn Ineffable Plans.

“Fuck my bloody life,” John said, sticking the lolly back in his mouth and slouching his way back towards the bar. He really oughtn’t let those lunatics go but this was London, a city of lunatics if there ever was one. Somethings, even he had to admit, were beyond him.

(2 years later when he wakes up with a splitting headache, reading through the news reports of Krakens and Tibetans in tunnels and Aliens in spaceships, he knows exactly what names to curse to hell and back).

#this started as a headcanon and became a sort of fic?????#im cackling what the fuck did I just write omg #john constantine #good omens #john fucking kicks down the door to aziraphales bookshop #'what the ever loving fuck happened yesterday ya winged bastard'#'oh my partner and I stopped the end of the world with the antichrist' zira tuts #'you're welcome now get your dirty feet out of my shop'#Crowleys in the corner flicking his tongue demonically just to fuck with John #john just quits at life and says 'u kno what??? i don't need to be involved in every gd apocalypse. Im just going home'

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𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕪 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧!𝐚𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧 1

Genre: demon!AU, Fluff. (angst + smut in future chapters), Supernatural

Characters: Baekhyun, EXO (mostly beagle line + Kyungsoo)

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: Baekhyun had been a demon and living in hell his whole life, hanging with his friends and having way to much fun, until one day he gets kicked out for going too far. He's forced to live in earth until he redeems himself, until he met you, and maybe he doesn’t want to go back anymore.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2411

A/N: hii im sorry this took so long :( I’ve been busy but already had more chapters done! I’ll update more often. Hope you like it! (and yes it’s still inspired by @youxidol ^^)

I’ll make a masterlist soon! And more storiesxdrabblesxoneshots from other members and baek! stream city lights, you, thats okay and what a life!

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masterlist: intro chap1

Chapter 1:

Baekhyun walked the whole way home feeling extremely bubbly and dangling his zootopia lunch box like a little kid. When he got home, Sabrina was outside already waiting for him “Hi sweetcheeks listen, somethings has been happening to me” she was looking at him while in the back, only for Baekhyun’s eyes you could see his best friend playing with her hair “Ican feel that someone is behind me and playing with my hair but I don’t see anyone” “Well Sabrina I couldn’t tell you cause NO ONE is behind you” he emphasized the no one so Chanyeol could lay her off “Oh well maybe is your beautiful face that’s always stuck in my head sweetcheeks” and just when things got weirder she leaned and kiss him in the cheek. She left to her apartment leaving a very traumatized Baekhyun and Chanyeol behind.

“Ok what the fuck” “Dude you barely talk to the girl you actually like and this old lady just kissed you. Maybe you should reconsider the whole sugar mommy thing” Baekhyun slapped his best friend and they both laughed. Once in Baekhyun’s apartment, Chanyeol finally asked his best friend how were things “You know Yeol I think she may be able to like me back, she laughed at everyone of my jokes and she loved the oreo mini cake that Soo made” “Yeah well Soo it’s not gonna like coming everyday and cook for you”

Chanyeol was right, his now soon to be personal chef was not gonna like doing this everyday, so Baekhyun decided to give it a try, but with his powers. After Chanyeol left, Baekhyun spent all night trying to recreate Soo’s recipe and when he finally achieved it, he made 500 of them to have for the rest of the week, you did ate like 15 of them.

In the morning Baekhyun was greeted with a Chanyeol, Sehun and Chen but all disguised as Sabrina “Oh my beautiful sweetcheeks come here so I can kiss you” Sehun started “Yes let’s make out and since you already seen my underwear it shouldn’t be a problem” Chen said laughing and making his disguise disappear. “Can’t believe you told them Yeol, I already thought I had enough with you” he said while going to his living room. “C’mon you didn’t expect me to keep it to myself, If you want I can tell your girlfriend too” “Don’t you dare”.

They spent the morning talking and watching tv until it was time for Baekhyun to get ready. He couldn’t keep smiling and dancing to every song that he heard. He even danced to Sabrina’s loud personification of Dancing Queen. When he finally got ready he went to the park and he was surprised that you were actually looking for him. “OMG I thought you weren’t coming to meet me, you know me the crazy oreo lady” “I kinda like getting my food stealed” you laughed and looked at his outfit and how it seemed to be tight but well fitted at the same time. You didn’t noticed that you were checking him out a little too obvious “Well do you want to eat the mini cakes or do you want to eat me?” Baekhyun said with a smirk “Oh I’m sorry I didnt I mean not that I don’t but I just… Ok give me the cake and ignore this” You said while blushing and sitting in the grass.

“Don’t worry, I know that if you had to choose, the cakes would totally beat my ass” You looked at him and laughed. “So tell me you mini cabaekkie, what do you like to do besides… baking” he actually laughed at the new nickname you gave him and you realized how much you liked his laugh “Cabaekkie I like that. Well if I may speak for cabaekkie he actually likes playing games and obviously doing Sabrina’s laundry, that is my favorite hobby of them all” “Well how could you not love it? Old lady underwear? Hell yeah” You two continued to joke about Sabrina and you actually learned a lot about him.

He was obsessed with PUBG, loved his friends but specially his best friend Chanyeol. He seemed like fun so you wanted to meet him but Baekhyun said he didn’t want that to happen because Chanyeol would expose him “Oh come on I want to hear your little things from when you were little” “That ain’t happening, he knows too much. He’s actually very lucky that he’s still alive”

This little meetups continued for another two weeks. You would meet him and he would give you his little cakes while you talked about everything that happened the last day or funny stories that you had. It was getting extremely comfortable. After a week Baekhyun finally asked for your number and it was possibly the best thing you guys had. You had this little game of trying to find ordinary people that looked like a celebrity. This originated from one time you saw a woman that looked like Elton John.

Baekhyun went to sleep with a smile in his face and started listening to love songs more often, maybe even singing them in the shower. “Yeez hyung you are acting like a child today” Kyungsoo said one day “He was always been a child” Junmyeon said from the kitchen. “Look you guys she is one of the best things that has come in my life and I want to invite her to dinner today so i need some help” “Help with what? Literally you’re a demon like..” Kyungsoo hummed “No hyung with what can I say” “Just be yourself she seems to like it… weirdly” Junmyeon said.

Baekhyun was extremely nervous when he picked his zootopia lunch box that day. You guys had been bonding a lot, calls and texts daily, going to the park at the same time everyday and he was ready to take it to the next level. “Hey so what if we went somewhere nice to eat? not just pastries like real dinner, I know some nice restaurants” he said while you ate “Are you asking me on a date?” “Thats exactly what I’m doing” he said while smirking at you, ‘always so cocky’ you thought “Why are you always so fearless?” You said jokingly at him “Is that a yes?” you wanted to play so you took your time and smiled “It would be my pleasure to go” and at that moment his eyes light up and if he wasn’t pretending to be human, he would have fireworks appear. “The i’ll pick you up at seven” he said standing up “Wait hold up, today?” you said confused “Yeah today, now gorgeous write your address in my phone so that I can pick you up and just worry about… nothing” he said smiling at you like a happy puppy “Oh okay” and like that he left. And that’s when you noticed, it was the first time he had called you beautiful.

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When you got home, you went directly to your roommate bedroom screaming “OMG IRENE YOU WON'T EVEN BELIEVEEEEEE WHAT JUST HAPPENED” Irene’s face popped out of her door that was barely open “he did it didn’t he?” “YES HE DID FINALLY OMG QJXHQJHXNWHD” and with that you throw yourself into her bed and started screaming “OMG WHEN IS IT?” Irene joined you with happiness “Today but he didn’t say an hour so I need to get ready now” and just as he seemed to have heard you, your phone beeped, he was picking you at 7.

“Oh my god maybe he’s gonna murder you” Irene said behind your shoulder “Fuck off and help me” “Do you want help or do you want me to leave” “Can you do both?” you said laughing.

Your best friend and you spend the whole day trying to find an outfit that you liked and you went with a red dress that revealed enough skin but not too much, and by 8:15 you were all done.

Baekhyun on the other hand was going crazy to leave. And when he arrived he was nervous to ring the bell (yes he was going to ring the bell). He had bought flowers and he was afraid they were going to die, so he decided to put a spell on them so they would never die, plus it was a nice gesture. He ring the bell on your shared home and another girl answered the door “Hey wow” she said when he looked at him “Ah yeah hi are you Irene?” She looked extra confused “Yes?” “I'm here for your beautiful roommate is she here?” Irene giggled “You’re Baekhyun, come in I’ll let her now you’re here” and he entered their home. It was a small house but had it’s charm “Hey cabaekkie” you said casually “Wow you look perfect” He said looking at you up and down with love eyes and you immediately blushed “Oh my god get a room already” Irene was clearly making things uncomfortable so you guys decided to leave. Once outside you saw that he had a grey audi “Seriously what do you do for a living?” he smirked and opened the door for you “One day I’ll tell you, right now let’s get some dinner I’m starving” you entered his car and then he joined, “Where are you taking me Baekkie?” he took your hand and said “You’ll love it”. And he kept your hand in his, listening to music and singing everything “you have a lovely voice” you said smiling “That’s certainly not the only thing lovely about me” he said “I have a lot of secret charms” you looked at the window and said “Can’t wait to know all of them”.

The restaurant was very amazing. Candle lighted and had a beautiful lake at the back, it had simplicity but was fancy still “Wow baekkie seriously you can afford this?” “Omg stop and enjoy okay beautiful?” he said taking your hand and asking for a table “Do you want outside?” he asked “No I will be cold” he smiled and asked for a table near the windows.

The rest of the night was as romantic and fun as it could be. He was himself with you. “So I gotta ask you something” he said while you eat dessert, you nodded so he continued “Besides cake and oreo’s, do you like something else?” he was desperate to know how you felt about him. Because even though he was certain you liked him, he needed to hear those words.

“Okay so we’ve been talking for a while and you haven’t learned anything about me? You even invited me to a date and you don’t know anything about me? Seriously Baekhyun, the nerve yeez” you said shaking you head sarcastically. He laughed, of course you would answer like that. You didn’t want to say it yet. You liked drama, and drama means telling him you like him at the end of the date with a kiss on the lips and leave him lovestruck.

He watched you eat the cake with the biggest love eyes “What?” you asked “Yes beautiful?” he said taking a strand of you hair that was blocking his view. You locked eyes with him, he was certainly the most beautiful human being in the whole universe and he was looking at you like you were the only girl he will ever like “You know I like when you eat cake?” he said smiling “Why?” you blushed “Well you look so happy and I love to see you happy, plus your eyes shine a lot lately, wonder why?” he knew why they were shining. You looked down and whispered “If you already know why do you ask” he laughed. You continued talking about little stuff and sometimes you didn’t talk, but you were comfortable with the silence between you two.

When you both finished dinner he decided to take you to the little lake at the back. It was beautiful, the moon was shining on it and there were little christmas lights near the edge so that it wasn’t so dark. He turned to look at you “Will you, princess y/n walk with me?” and he proceeded to kneel and extend his hand towards you, you laughed cause it was so exaggerated “Of course young prince” you bowed and took his hand. You laughed but never let go of each others hand.

The moon was beautiful that night and Baekhyun never thanked more than now, that he was sent to earth, he met you. You two walked holding hands and then he stopped “Y/N you look beautiful and not just today, like you always look beautiful and it amazes me so much. I never thought that i would met someone like you. You are truly a unique piece of art” he started getting closer to you “I know you like me and you know I like you, I want to be part of your life for as long as you let me, and maybe I’m coming a little to strong so for now I will just kiss you, because you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to” his warm hands cupped your face and you felt shivers everywhere, suddenly everything outside wasn’t important anymore. All that mattered was in front of you. He leaned and finally, he kissed you. His lips were soft and warm and he tasted like the strawberries he ate from the cake. you continued the kiss and his hands moved to your hips and at the same time you wrapped our hands around his neck, never separating from each other. He was intoxicating and was a very good kisser. You didn’t want to pull away and Baekhyun wouldn’t even dare to do it. You were everything he has been imagining, you were his new drug and he wasn’t going to stop kissing you.

When you separated he whined and you laughed “Okay you big baby, you basically kissed me without my consent” “Did I?” he said with a pervert face, you rolled your eyes and said “And yes I like you too” he smiled like a puppy and you smiled back “You remind me of a corgi” He didn’t let go of you hips but he laughed out loud “You remind me of my new girlfriend”

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