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ZOOL - Shuffle Talk 2022 (Episode 3)

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Please note: I am NOT a professional and my level of JP is very, very basic. I do this for practice and to share with other fans for fun. Please take my translations with a grain of salt as there may be mistakes. If you see any, please let me know and I can correct them. If anyone else has this card and wants to translate this at any time then please feel free to do so!

Haruka: Whoa! Look, look! The night illumination started!

Touma: Wow, it’s really magical compared to during the day…! The view from the suspension bridge is remarkable! (1)

Touma: Until the shoot starts back up, we’re free to walk around as we’d like, right?!

Minami: Yes. Utsugi-san will call us when it’s time.

Touma: Is it alright that Haru didn’t take a nap? He looked a little sleepy.

Minami: Yesterday after dinner we swam in the pool at Sentosa Island, and went to the night safari at night, so we stayed up late sight-seeing.

Haruka: I won’t get tired over that much. You’re exaggerating over a yawn.

Haruka: Rather, wouldn’t that be Touma? He’s been half asleep since this morning, not to mention the bedhead. It was like a chicken comb.

Minami: Fufu. He had an impressive antenna on his head. It was cute.

Torao: I took a picture of it too, I’ll put it in the group chat later.

Touma: Haha! You even took a picture! Hasn’t the amount of photos in the group chat’s album increased quite a lot the last 2 days?

Touma: It was really tough to pick out which photo to send to Utsugi-san yesterday.

Minami: Everyone took a lot of pictures. But thanks to that, we were able to get the OK from Utsugi-san who said, “A wonderful, lovely ZOOL!”

Haruka: ….. Just checking, wasn’t our original concept madness and destruction?

Touma: A lovely ZOOL is good. An idol who combines both madness and lovely, could you find it elsewhere?

Minami: Well, I suppose not. And besides, I also think it’s a lovely photo.

Torao: Yeah, I thought you were out of your mind wearing the deformed merlion headgear, but it was lovely.

Minami: Combined with the t-shirts bought from Isumi-san’s suggestion, we had the feel of happy tourists.

Haruka: Something like that shows closeness better. Plus it’ll be a memento. I also like the photo quite a bit.

Touma: I know right! That feeling of being in high spirits is nice!

Torao: That photo is nice, but I like this one. Haruka and Touma having fun on the gondola.

Touma: Woah, when did you take this?!

Haruka: We’re both sticking to the window like children. It’s too embarrassing….

Minami: Fufu. You were both so captivated by the scenery outside.

Haruka: That’s because if the weather is good, you can see as far as Indonesia….

Torao: Haha. It’s a nice photo, huh?

Touma: Then, I won’t lose either. It’s Mina and Tora looking at Merlion plushies. They were choosing so earnestly.

Torao: Oh, at the souvenir shop Minami said that if I put it in my room then it would raise my good fortune, so I wanted to choose a worthy plush.

Haruka: Huh? A plush in Torao’s room…?

Minami: Yes, but it didn’t have to be a plush, anything white would have been fine since Midou-san doesn’t have many belongings. I just thought it would be nice to have one cute item.

Touma: Haha, that’s true! Tora’s room is so clean that I get a little nervous when I go, so maybe this is just what he needs!

Torao: Minami, I thought you were seriously choosing, but that was the reason?

Torao: Well, it’s fine if it’s just one. I’ll leave it there so you guys don’t get nervous.

Minami: Fufu, thank you.

Minami: If it’s a picture taken at a souvenir shop, I recommend the one where Isumi-san is giving it his best effort to pick one, it’s very cute.

Haruka: If you say that, then it’s the one with Minami’s happy face while eating dinner!

Torao: There’s also a photo of Touma having fun on a swimming tube.

Haruka: Ahaha! The one with his duck floatie! It really suited you!

Touma: I-– I just rented the child one by mistake…!!!

*click*

ZOOL: Huh?!

Shirou Utsugi: Oh, did I surprise you?

Shirou Utsugi: Apologies. Everyone just had such good expressions.

Touma: Ooh, you’re right! It’s a great photo!

Minami: Yes, today the 4 of us might just have the biggest smiles.

Shirou Utsugi: The staff was also very pleased with the photoshoot from earlier. They were able to take good photos since your expressions were soft and relaxed.

Haruka: That’s good, but…. ….. Now that you mention it, what about the first request? About wanting to show how close we are.

Minami: Certainly, the director didn’t say anything of the sort during the shoot earlier.

Torao: Will we shoot those situations after this?

Shirou Utsugi: Regarding today’s rehearsal… I lied.

ZOOL: You lied….?!

Minami: What do you mean?

Shirou Utsugi: Even if it’s for work, since it’s overseas I wanted everyone to enjoy their time off.

Shirou Utsugi: I wanted you to go to various places, take many photos, and leave with many memories.

Shirou Utsugi: If I didn’t say that, everyone wouldn’t have been able to take pictures together since you’re shy. (2)

Torao: It’s because we’re shy that it was a mission for us?

Shirou Utsugi: Correct. However, due to this I did such deceptive behavior. I’m very sorry.

Minami: Oh my. None of us felt deceived.

Haruka: Yeah. It was fun to take pictures, too. Actually, if Utsugi-san hadn’t told us that, then I would’ve just taken some for social media.

Touma: Rather, we’re grateful. Thanks to you, we have a lot of memories!

Torao: Yeah, if there wasn’t a mission, we wouldn’t have been to so many tourist spots.

Shirou Utsugi: I’m glad you think so. Thanks to everyone’s photos, it felt like I was traveling with you.

Touma: Then, let’s take a photo with the 5 of us!

Minami / Haruka /Torao / Shirou Utsugi: Eh?!

Touma: Utsugi-san, you haven’t taken any photos since we came here, right? We took a lot of photos, so you should take at least one too.

Shirou Utsugi: That’s true. If that’s the case, then by all means!

Shirou Utsugi: Do you have a specific pose?

Torao: What’s up? You look rather happy.

Shirou Utsugi: As a fan, a picture with the “Lovely ZOOL, Enjoy ZOOL” at its current peak could make one faint.

Haruka: What are you even saying? You’re also one of us!!

Shirou Utsugi: Hahaha, thank you very much. I’m honored. Inumaru-san, please send me the picture later.

Touma: Of course I will! Then, I’ll hold the camera, so gather up.

Haruka: Utsugi-san, only half of your face will be in the photo. Come a little closer to Touma.

Shirou Utsugi: Like this?

Touma: Oh, looks good!

Torao: So, what about the pose?

Haruka: Huh, isn’t a peace sign normally fine?

Touma: Crap, my arm is shaking. Please decide quickly.

Minami: Then, let’s do a crab pose.

Touma: Alright, let’s take it.

Touma: 3, 2, 1, crabby crab!

Shirou Utsugi: Crabby crab!

*click*

Torao: (He went along with it….)

Minami: (Didn’t he go along with it too well….?)

Haruka: (Maybe I just don’t know, but is it actually normal to call out “crabby crab”?!)

Touma: ….Haha! Utsugi-san, your crab pose is perfect!

Shirou Utsugi: Everyone’s pictures made me happy, so I wanted to try it too. The crab pose.

Torao: Aren’t you also in high spirits…. Well, as long as you’re happy.

Shirou Utsugi: I am, thank you very much.

Shirou Utsugi: ….. Oh! Since the staff is calling, I’ll be going for a bit. I’ll give a call for you again when shooting starts back up.

ZOOL: Right.

Haruka: So, the picture? Did it have any blur?

Touma: It’s not blurry, but….

Torao: Everyone has complicated expressions.

Minami: We’re smiling, but…. It looks like the first promotional photo I took.

Touma: It’s true that we all look stiff….

Haruka: Isn’t it because we got distracted by the crab just before it?

Touma: Ahaha, there was a bit of that.

Haruka: But, we don’t often take pictures with Utsugi-san, so I might have been a bit nervous….

Minami: This is good, right? I like this photo, you know.

Minami: As Utsugi-san said, it’s a photo together that will remain a good memory.

Torao: Yeah, and this is just how it is now. We never thought in the past that we’d be such close friends.

Haruka: Mhm. If you told our past selves, they’d be surprised.

Touma: If it was like how it was back then, we might have acted separately this time too.

Minami: I agree. I don’t think I would’ve gone to the trouble of going to Sentosa Island or a night safari.

Haruka: ….I’m glad we went. I had a lot of fun…. because I got to go with everyone.

Minami: Me too. I’m happy we all went.

Touma: Ahaha, me too! I’d like to go on another trip with all of you, either in Japan or overseas.

Torao: It’s not bad to spend a trip with only men every now and then.

Haruka: It’s fine! If we get a mission like this again then we got this!

Shirou Utsugi: The friendly ZOOOOL~~! (3) The photoshoot will resuuume~!

ZOOL: Wha–?!

Minami: What is that person saying out loud…

Haruka: W-what an embarrassing guy…! It’ll be hard to go back!

Torao: I can imagine the warm looks from the staff…

Touma: Haha! A friendly ZOOL is nice!

Touma: Right now, at this moment, this is the best ZOOL. Throughout Japan… no, throughout the whole world. Let’s show it to them!

Minami / Haruka / Torao: Yeah!

[End of Rabbitv]

TL Notes:

1. The word Touma uses here that I translated as “remarkable” is more like having an intense impact.

2. Sorry, I’m not 100% sure on this one ><

>> ああでも言わないと、揃って写真を撮ることもないでしょうみなさん、奥手ですし。

3. The word Shirou uses here is 仲良し which pops up a lot in this rabbittv and I normally translated it as “close” or similarly, but it’s like saying “ZOOL who are good friends”

#idolish7 #i7 #idolish7 translation #zool #rabbitv

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a-shared-experience · 2 years

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Creators have a strong need to have a purpose in life. They are aware of their skills and talents and driven by the possibilities of being able to help someone through their brilliance. Whether it’s art, music, medicine, touch , we want to execute ideas that will move the masses and reach the hearts of our peers. We lowkey want the importance , but mostly the freedom to exist authentically without struggle. I don’t want the fame, just the ability to be completely self reliant and also inspired and energetic. I very much want to make sense of my life and channel that piece of me that’s been lost so that someone else can find it.

I personally have too many ideas, too many passions and lack of direction. I feel in highs and lows , immense burning passion, dreadful self doubt , inferior over my skill set , driven to be good enough and somewhere in between is the sweet spot where I unwind and create in a state of joy.

The sweet spot isn’t about being the best or even knowing really what you’re doing. It’s time that exists outside of logic and fear. That time slot is something I cherish more than anything. It’s my connection to myself, the emotions that I find difficult to process and the words I can’t speak.

Somedays I feel motorized , operating fully functional and completely in the high of creation while others I spend staring at blank pages. Today was one of those days where I felt everything in a dark way and if I don’t catch it and crush it , it will swallow me whole , like a big scary depression monster. I wanted to scream in frustration over the blocks and delays that keep coming up in my life. I sat down to write and immediately got back up and went outside. Just a ball of internal rage and fear. Nothing is working out. Fists clenched, kick rocks.

Sometimes as creators- we have to accept those lulls. We have to find ways to exist within them and not lose ambition or faith in ourselves and the lives we want. In the highly traumatized and seriously sensitive this time can seem threatening. It’s space where our minds try to trick us into settling for the safer option. A place where security doesn’t exist yet and our voice hasn’t been heard. That is a space I’m trying to master , art flows out of us in its own unique way. It shows people who we truly are in a way that doesn’t ask for validation . The hardest skill set is commitment to the unknown, the lows, the nights spent staring at blank pages , the times we have so much to say and no way to express it… your craft will be loved and hated by everyone whether it’s your first piece or something you created after years of university… kinda like when a bands third album sucks ( it always sucks)

I could have spent an entire day wallowing in not being where I want to be , not being who I believe I have potential to be, instead I hopped in the car , turned the music up loud and drove to nowhere. In that space I relaxed and reflected on how far I’ve come in such a short amount of time… yes my life is gone bust but only so I can have a blank page to recreate it. My old life was secret addictions, secret lovers, secret feelings, day in, day out in a cubicle desperately trying to make ends meet …. Let it burn.

I want to be so fucking comfortable being me that I don’t need addictions, that I can show up in love and commitment in ways I’ve never known how, committed to fully expressing my highs and lows and not putting on a front because I’m scared or to appease others.

No… I haven’t figured out my brilliance or what direction to take my projects but I have 187 days of sobriety, I have refused to take the easy way out and I haven’t given up . I’m teaching myself discipline by drawing each day and am more aware when I start becoming spiritually undone / ungrounded. Since childhood I’ve always felt the heaviness of responsibility which can quickly turn to victim mode because it really is just me doing me out here - pulling this card for y’all was recognition of the need to be outside of the self so that I can climb back into the self feeling like I’m part of this world and not just being crushed by it. If you’re looking at a blank page - go look at something else bebe and don’t feel guilty for doing so

#artishealing #ptsd art #traumainformed #Spotify

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sundaysundaes · 3 years

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Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader | Smut, Fluff | 5k | Idol AU

Summary: Donghyuck has been busy promoting his new album and no matter how much he misses you, he can’t see you in person due to his schedules. Desperate for your touch, he begins to call you late at night.

Warnings: Phone sex, masturbation (male and female), dirty talk (but is it still called ‘dirty talk’ if Donghyuck is just being honest and saying whatever that comes to his mind?), no plot with a lot of dialogues

The vibration of your iPhone wakes you up from your dream. Being thrown back so suddenly to reality makes you feel slightly lightheaded but it’s all worth it the second you see his name written on your screen. Rubbing your eyes away from sleep, you answer his call, “Hyuck?”

“Hey, Noona.” The airiness of his honeyed voice sounds familiar and pleasant in your ears that it instantly paints a smile on your face. “Did I wake you?”

You refrain yourself from yawning. “Yeah, I fell asleep reading.” Narrowing your eyes irritatedly at the brightness of the fluorescent light hanging on your ceiling, you decide to switch it off and uses the dim glow of the bedside lamp instead.

“What time is it?” He gasps when he notices the time on his screen. “Three AM?! Shit, I didn’t realize it was this late. Sorry.”

“It’s fine, I shouldn’t be sleeping anyway. I still have to work on my papers, so it’s actually good that you woke me up.” You nuzzle close to the pillow, holding your phone to your ear with one hand, blinking sleepily. “Did you just get back from schedule?”

“Yeah.” He sighs wearily. “I’m dead tired right now. I wish I could just take a day off, you know? I mean, performing is fun, but promoting a new album can be so hectic. I’ve only been sleeping for, like, two hours per day since last week.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You bring the teddy bear he’d given you on your birthday close to your chest, pretending like you were embracing him. “I wish you could take some days off, too.”

“Yeah?” Somehow, he sounds like he’s smiling. “Then do what?”

“I don’t know, play games, I guess? Or just lie around in bed, doing nothing.”

“I’d rather be doing something, actually.” He chuckles softly, a hint of teasing in his voice. “Or someone.”

“Gross,” you retort but you can feel your lips curving upwards. “It’s okay if you want to rest, Hyuck. You don’t have to force yourself to call me every day. Your health should be your number one priority.”

“What, you don’t want me to call you?”

You freeze. “Of course I want you to call me. I just—”

“I thought you’d be excited to hear my voice.”

The sudden bitterness in his tone makes you sit up from the bed, eyebrows adjoined in confusion. “What—Hyuck—”

“You know what?” He exhales loudly. “You’re right, I shouldn’t have called. It’s late anyway.“

“Can you please just listen—”

“I’m tired. Let’s just talk tomorrow.”

“But—”

“I’m hanging up.”

“Hyuck—” But you’re only answered by silence when the line gets disconnected. You stare at your phone, eyes wide in disbelief.

What the hell just happened?

Upset and vexed, you dial his number. You wait with your jaw clenched until he picks up on the fourth ring. “Can’t you listen to me for one second?!” Not sure if it’s because of the drowsiness or exhaustion, but you find yourself shouting even before he says anything. “Of course, I want you to call me, you idiot! It’s the only thing I’ve been waiting all day. Every day, Hyuck, I wait for your call every day. I keep catching myself checking on my phone every ten minutes, waiting for your texts, wanting to call you. I miss you, of course, I miss you—you’re—” You turn stiff when you hear him cackling from the other side of the phone. “Are you laughing?”

“I’m sorry.” His laughter is contagious but you put up your best effort not to get infected. “You’re so cute when you get all riled up. Isn’t it obvious that I was just joking?”

“Right. I’m hanging up.”

“Wait, Noona—” You listen to him with your eyes throwing ice daggers to the wall. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise.” There’s a small pause where you’re too irritated to talk and he’s too unsure to start but he tries. “So, like… you miss me?”

“Not right now.”

“Aaw, come on, I was just messing around.” You can imagine him puckering his lips, batting his eyelashes for forgiveness. “Please, tell me. Tell me how much you miss me.”

You throw yourself back to the bed, huffing. “I don’t think I want to.”

“You get cuter when you’re angry, you know that?” He sighs to the air. “Aaah… I miss you. I miss you so much, Noona, you don’t even know. Probably more than you miss me.”

I don’t think that’s possible. “Of course,” you reply, holding back a smile from breaking on your face. “Since I only miss you a little bit.”

“A little bit?”

“A tiny, tiny bit. On second thought, maybe I don’t miss you at all.”

“Is that so?” You can tell he’s exhausted by the way he lets out his chuckle, but it doesn’t mean it’s less sincere. “It really has been a while since we last saw each other, hasn’t it?”

You nod to yourself. “Four months.”

“You keep count, huh?” His teasing tone makes you flushed. “Love me that much, do you?”

“Around four months,” you correct him, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible when the truth is, you can practically hear your heart hammering against your ribcages. “Or maybe three? Five? I don’t know.”

“Why are you so cute? Seriously, how can you be this cute?” Donghyuck sits on the edge of his bed, lips forming so widely that it nearly splits his face in half. When his chuckles have receded, his eyes begin to soften. “I love you, Noona. You know that, right?”

People might be thinking about how lucky you are to have a member of one of the most prestigious boybands in the world confessing his love for you at 3 AM, but honestly? You’re just so grateful for the fact that Lee Donghyuck, a boy who stole your heart nearly a decade ago when you were too young to even understand the word love, finally realized that your entire relationship with him was deeper than a mere friendship. It took years for both of you to finally gain enough bravery to act out your feelings, especially when he managed to shine brighter than you could ever imagine being. You were afraid of it—afraid that you would be burnt by his fame, afraid that he would discard you for he had everything and you only had him. But Donghyuck didn’t want anything. He only wanted you.

You love him. You’ve been loving him for as long as you can remember so hearing him say the words, no matter how often he has mentioned it already, still sparks fire through your veins. You’ll never admit that out loud, though.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot these days,” he sheepishly adds.

“More than you think about yourself?” You snort. “I’m shocked.”

“Eeyyy, I’m serious.” The sound of your giggle makes him sigh, longing to hear it in person. “I wish I could be with you right now. I thought about you a lot during today’s photoshoot too.” He lies down on the bed, running a hand through his hair. “I thought about our last date. About that red dress you wore. Man, you looked so cute in that dress.”

You half-buried your face in the pillow, heat blossoming on your cheeks. “Now this is the topic I like to talk about.”

Donghyuck scrunches up his nose. “Aren’t you gonna say I looked nice too that day?”

Even the slightest thought of him—any version of him, whether it was him dressing handsomely on a date or him waking up in the morning with a bird’s nest on his head—never fails to send butterflies swirling in your stomach, but again, you’ll never admit that out loud. “Meh,” you jeer, even adding a shrug when you know he won’t be able to see. “Could’ve dressed better. I mean, ripped jeans? Really?”

“Yah, yah, yah. You said I looked good wearing those jeans!”

“We were going to a fancy restaurant and I wore a semi-formal dress, Hyuck. They just didn’t match my outfit. They didn’t match anyone’s outfit there, really.”

“Really? You’re gonna say that? Even after you spent the whole night stealing glances at me with drool on your face?”

You wish you could say he was lying, but you indeed spent the entire night drooling at him over the sight of his black leather jacket and the way his jeans just wrapped his thighs so perfectly. “I have lost interest in this topic.” It’s for the best before you combust into flames. “Where are you right now?”

“Back at the dorm.” He softly yawns. “In my room.”

“Alone?”

“Yep, since Johnny-hyung is filming out of town.” When you stay quiet, unsure of what to say, Donghyuck grins mischievously. “Why, do you wanna sneak in? I think I can afford to lose some sleep tonight, if you know what I mean.”

Flustered, you retort, “After Johnny caught us cuddling last time? No way.”

“Yeah, about that,” Donghyuck says a little awkwardly, “After you went home he said to me that he heard the whole thing—”

“What do you mean the whole thing?” The horror in your face and your voice is clear.

“I meant, the whole thing. Us having sex and stuff.”

You could practically feel the exact moment when your soul is leaving your body, but Donghyuck continues as if he’s simply talking about getting caught cheating during a test. “But it’s okay, he’s cool. He’s got my back.”

“Oh my God.” You nearly faint. “I will never show my face in front of your roommate, ever again.”

“Yeah, about that—“

“Are you fucking kidding me, Hyuck—”

“Jaehyun-hyung heard us too.”

“What?!”

“And he told Mark-hyung about it later on, and that’s the reason why I had this bump on my head for three days.” Donghyuck pouts, rubbing the back of his head, lean fingers carding through soft brown locks. “He hit me with a book, lecturing me about bringing you to the dorm as if he never did that himself.”

Not trying to overreact about it, but you’re suffocating by this point. “Why are you so chill about this?!”

“They heard us having sex, not murdering the innocents.” He rolls his eyes but seems amused at your reaction. “To be honest, I hear a lot of stuff happening in our dorm that I’m sure you don’t wanna know. Like, a lot a lot. Way worse than what I did with you.”

“And does Taeyong know about this?”

“Taeyong-hyung needs his beauty sleep so we agreed not to tell him stuff.”

“I feel sorry for him.”

“I just feel sorry he’s not part of our antics.” Donghyuck shrugs, kicking off his shoes and socks before he leans against the headboard. “How about you? Are you alone?”

“Yeah.” You heavily sigh, still feeling quite dizzy after hearing the truth he just blurted out. “My roommate’s gone for the weekend.”

“Oh…” He taps his fingers against his stomach, a weird feeling swirling inside his chest as a thought begins to form. “That’s… great…”

Donghyuck’s tongue lays heavy in his mouth, suddenly loses the ability to form a simple conversation as his mind begins to focus entirely on something else. It all started that one night when he pretended to be asleep, when in fact, he was listening to his roommate, Johnny, speaking to his girlfriend in hushed whispers. The way the older man was chuckling to his phone was suspicious, and the more he tried to listen intently, the more he realized that Johnny wasn’t conversing. He was giving orders with a voice thick with seduction. The sensual words Johnny used made Donghyuck’s ears turn scarlet, and he buried his face deeper behind his blanket. Since then, the curiosity within him has been rising more and more, nearly suffocating him sometimes when he desperately yearned for your touch but his schedule never let him take a goddamn break.

Not knowing the dirty thoughts that flit across his mind, you carry on your conversation like usual. “I guess, but it does get lonely sometimes when she’s not around. I actually like having a roommate.” The sandalwood aroma from your diffuser, combined with his velvety voice, comforts you and you’re finally able to relax. “Have you been eating well? I’ve been craving for strawberry—”

“What are you wearing?”

“—pancakes—what?”

“I…” Donghyuck heaves out a heavy breath, biting the corner of his lip, unsure yet not ready to give up on his desire. “I just… I was wondering—Are you wearing pajamas?”

“Umm…” The way he asks about it sends heat rising to your cheeks. He doesn’t sound as innocent as the words he uses. You look down, fingers curling at the hemline of your clothes. “I’m wearing one of your shirts, actually.”

Donghyuck throws his head back, eyes tightly shut as he curses silently into the air, his phone pressed against his chest. The sight of you wearing his oversized shirt has been one of his most recurring fantasies and not being able to see you, but knowing that you are wearing his shirt, kills him.

“Hyuck?”

Donghyuck brings his phone back to his ear. “Sorry, there was a… Mark.” He mentally slaps himself on the head.

“There was a Mark?”

“I mean, Mark-hyung was here—but he just left so—"

“Are you drunk again?”

“No!” Donghyuck rubs his temple. This is not going well, he shouts in his mind. “Why—” He winces when he hears his voice crack. Clearing his throat, he tries again. “Why are you wearing my shirt?”

Because it smells like you and it helps me sleep better. “Just because,” you quietly mumble, eyes locked to the ceiling. “Why are you asking me this exactly?”

“Just because,” he mimics. His breathing sounds more prominent as if he’s in the same room, only a few inches away from your ear. It’s the reason why you enjoy talking to him this way instead of taking video calls. You can focus solely on his honeyed voice, almost like a lullaby to your ears. “Can you tell me…” he continues, laced with both hesitation and anticipation, “What else you're wearing?”

“Umm…” You take a deep breath, trying to keep yourself composed. “I don’t think I want to say.”

“Please, Noona.” The sudden desperation in his plead startles you as if he’s losing control of himself, little by little. He seems to notice that too because when he speaks again, it’s steadier, almost formal. “I just… I want to know. If that’s okay.”

“Well…” You curl your toes. “Aside from your shirt, I’m…” Just say it, for God’s sake. He’s your boyfriend. He’s seen you naked. “I’m only wearing my panties.”

There’s a pause that makes your heart thump. “Not, uhh…” Donghyuck wets his lip. “Not even a bra?”

You fiddle with your fingers. “N-no.”

“Fuck.”

You nearly drop your phone. The guttural groan he just emitted from the back of his throat catches you off guard. “Hyuck..?”

“Noona, there’s—” Donghyuck sits up straight, nails nearly sinking to his jean-clad thigh. “There’s something I want to try.” There’s a sense of urgency mixed with minimum self-control. “I-if you don’t mind…”

You know where this is going. “What is it?”

“Just—Just follow my lead, okay?”

You shakily nod your head. When he calls out your name again, you remember that you have to say it in words. “Okay.”

“Can you…” Donghyuck’s heart is beating out of control. His mind desperately tries to answer how the fuck do I start this?! “Can you, umm, lie down on the bed for me?”

You can tell he’s nervous and it’s both reassuring and endearing to know that he’s never done this with anyone else before and probably not mentally ready to do it with you, but tries to go all the way because he knows both of you need to find a way to release all of these pent-up emotions.

You follow his order. “I’m…” You take a deep breath so your voice won’t tremble too much. “I’m lying on my bed.”

Donghyuck always takes a few seconds before answering, as if he’s battling inside his head as he tries to sort out his thoughts. “Is your light turned on?”

“Yes.”

“Turn it off.”

You switch off the button on your bedside lamp. “Okay, it’s off.”

“Okay, mine too.” Then all you can hear is his slightly ragged breathing. “It’s… a bit awkward, isn’t it?” He chuckles nervously, followed by an inaudible, “Fuck, why am I so nervous,” as he’s straying away from the phone.

A smile paints your lips. “You’re adorable.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

When silence strikes, Donghyuck scratches his cheek. “Do you… want to know what I’m wearing?”

You gulp. “S-sure.”

“Well…” Donghyuck takes a look at himself. “I’m wearing a denim jacket, a white shirt, a pair of jeans—I just got back from a photoshoot so—”

So he must look good. “Take them off.”

He’s probably as startled as you are when you hear the words tumbling down your mouth. But even if he is as embarrassed as you are, he doesn’t make it as obvious. “Sure.” A rustling sound can be heard, and you let your imagination wander. You can tell he’s taking off his jacket and soon, his shirt will follow. Donghyuck would always take his shirt off by grabbing the fabric from the back and yank it over his head, instead of crossing his arms at his waist. There’s something masculine about it, but you tend to get more distracted at the way his muscles would contract in his lean stomach. His silver necklace would dangle around his neck, and he’d smirk whenever he caught you staring at him for a second too long.

“My shirt’s off,” he quietly states, snapping you out of your reverie. “Now take yours off—wait! Wait. Leave it on. I want to imagine you wearing my shirt. Just take off your panties.”

“I’m—” It’s so damn hard to focus when you feel so ashamed just by hearing his instructions. “Okay…” Your fingers are quivering when they slide down your stomach, thumb hooking around the hem before you pull your lingerie down to the middle of your thighs.

“Lie down,” he whispers, “Prop a pillow behind your back. Are you comfortable?”

“Y-yeah, just…” You sigh, head going dizzy. “Embarrassed.”

The airy laughter that flows from his mouth is too innocent to be heard in this kind of situation. “So cute. Me too, actually. I’ve never done this before.” When his chuckles have receded, the nervousness grows vivid in his voice once again. “Do you, umm... Do you want to stop?”

You’re supposed to say yes, or at least a bit conflicted about it, so it shocks you when you immediately answer, “No,” without hesitation.

“Thank God.” Donghyuck sighs, smiling softly against the phone. “‘Cause I wouldn’t know what to do if you said yes.” He unbuckles his belt with one hand, taking it off as his heartbeat soars through the roof. “Then, umm… can you spread your legs? As wide as you can.”

You feel so exposed even when no one is looking. Following his guidance, you question, “What about you? What are you doing?”

“I’m…” Donghyuck swallows hard, looking down at the way his hand is pressing against his semi-hardness. “I’m rubbing myself over my pants.”

Fuck, you mentally groan. “Why aren’t you touching yourself directly?”

“Cause I want to wait for you.” He has his eyes closed, hand slipping under the hemline of his jeans, stroking himself over his boxer. “I want to picture you rubbing your fingers on your clit. I want to hear you moan my name when you do.”

Oh my God. “Then guide me,” you plead. There’s something so irresistibly sexy about him touching himself while picturing you pleasuring yourself with your fingers. “Tell me what to do, Hyuck.”

He runs his tongue over his lower lip. The excitement of being able to act as a puppeteer, tugging on your strings, sends all blood rushing south. “Can you push your shirt up? Don’t take it off, just—” He exhales, taking a moment to collect himself after a certain obscene thought of you touching yourself entered his mind. “Just make sure it’s not in the way.”

“Okay.” You grip the hemline of your shirt, pulling it up until it pools above your chest. “Now, what?”

“I want you to touch your breasts.” You’re more aroused by his breathy voice and lustful tone than embarrassed at this point. “Imagine me, Noona,” Donghyuck whispers, and he sounds so close, as if he’s lying down next to you. “Imagine me with my hands on you, caressing your breasts. Can you do that?”

You squeeze your breast, mumbling out a weak, “Yes…” The memory of Donghyuck, embracing you from behind, his naked chest pressed against your spine, hot mouth lazily pressing wet kisses against your nape suddenly comes alive in your mind. You still remember how sexy he sounded moaning out your name as he rocked his hips forward, his fingers exploring around your chest, rubbing and pinching at a certain spot to make you press closer to him in desperation for more of his touch.

“Suck on your fingers, make them wet, then bring them back down.” Donghyuck’s hips are bucking against his hand, his fingers tugging his zipper down. “Imagine my mouth latching on your nipple, sucking it the way I always do. The way you like me to do.”

You bring your fingers to your mouth, coating two of them with saliva before you bring them back down to pinch your sensitive bud. With your eyes closed and his heavy breathing in your ear, the wet sensation of your fingers gives you a clear image of his tongue flicking against your nub.

“Tell me how you feel.”

“It’s not enough,” you croak out, “I want to feel you directly on my skin.”

Donghyuck takes a sharp breath. “You don’t even know how much I want to be there and touch you.” The way his voice suddenly becomes deep sends shivers down your spine. “I want to suck bruises on your skin. I want to mark you everywhere, again and again, so the bruises will last for days. I want you to remember me every time you see yourself in the mirror.”

You sheepishly smile, though your heart is still racing. “I always remember you even without that, Haechannie.”

The sudden change of his name warms his heart. “I wish you’re the only one who calls me that. You make my stage name sounds better, special. I could have thousands of people screaming my name but none of them makes me feel the way you do.” As he slides his hand under his boxer, finally making direct contact with his skin, Donghyuck becomes desperate once again. “Bring your other hand down. I want you to touch yourself, Noona, please.”

You slide your hand between your legs, tentatively rubbing yourself between your folds. “Hyuck…”

“Does it feel good?”

You nod, eyes shut, and your mind wanders. “Yes…”

“Rub your clit for me. And imagine I’m doing that with my tongue.”

You can picture him with his head between your legs so perfectly behind your closed eyelids. He has done it several times and you remember how he would always start slow, placing open-mouthed kisses on the inner part of your thigh before dipping his head down and swipe his tongue along your folds—all the while never breaking eye-contact. He would press a kiss against your clit, and lick you slowly because he’d want you to beg for it. He never directly told you but you could tell he liked being in control because the second you whispered “Please, Hyuck,” he would immediately indulge you with everything you wanted and more.

Donghyuck would suck hard on your clit, doing it so suddenly that you’d nearly crush him by wrapping your legs too tightly around his head. Amazed and delighted by your reaction, he would break into a smile with his tongue still darting out to taste you, mouth pressing harder against your skin until he plunged his tongue inside your heat.

You moan out his name at the memory, directly to the phone.

“Fuck, baby, you sound so perfect…” Donghyuck nearly whimpers and the word baby stirs something within you as he never called you that before.

“Call me like that again…” You rub yourself harder on the spot you like the most. “Please, Hyuck…”

“Baby…” Donghyuck’s fingers are curling harder around his length, pumping himself in accordance to every gasp and moan you’re emitting. “I wish I could see you—I wish I could lock my eyes with yours as I eat you up. I want to see your face, every single expression you make—I bet you look so cute, so goddamn... erotic.”

Your hold around your phone loosens but fortunately for you, the pillow pressing against it keeps it close to your ear. “Touch yourself,” you breathily murmurs, “I want you to touch yourself too.”

“I am, baby,” Donghyuck softly moans, his fingers tightening around his length. “What else do you want me to do?”

“I want you to stroke yourself harder and run your thumb over your slit.” Donghyuck zealously follows, cursing under his breath at the pleasure. “And I want you to keep doing it until my name escapes your lips.”

“God, I want you.” He repeats your name over and over again, as ordered, with him stroking himself faster each time. “Noona, I want your mouth on me. I want to see you hollow your cheeks around me—like how you did to me when we were backstage, that time after the concert. You looked so pretty that night, so eager—so desperate for me—”

“Me too. I want to make you feel good too. I—” You nip at your bottom lip, feeling goosebumps creeping up your skin when he moans out your name. You’ve always loved his voice, loved it more than anything else in the world, and the sounds he makes when he’s in bed with you is the sexiest thing that even your poor mind can’t even begin to imagine. And now, focusing solely on his voice, listening to his filthy, sinful words, he’s driving you to the edge of your sanity.

“I’ve touched myself before at the thought of you,” he confesses breathlessly, “Several times, even way before we started dating.”

You’re trembling at the thought. “Haechannie—”

“You don’t know just how much—” The sound of him trying to stifle down a moan only makes you crave for him more. “—how much I wanted you back then. How much I want you now. Even during high school, I just—I wanted you—wanted to touch you—wanted—ah fuck,” a whine slipped out his lips, “Wanted to hold you so bad, to make love to you until—”

At the rustling sounds, him whimpering at his touches, and you rubbing yourself on the perfect spot, you know you won’t last long. “H-Hyuck, are you close?”

“Just a little bit more, Noona, ah—” He thrashes his head against the pillow, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows hard. “Fuck, I need to be inside you. I need to feel you clenching your walls around me.” At the memory of you gazing at him with anticipation building inside your seductive, half-lidded eyes, as you parted your legs to give him permission to ravish you the way he wanted, Donghyuck quickens the pace, thrusting vigorously into his hand. “Fuck yourself with your fingers, baby, please.”

You’re more than keen to follow, inserting one digit inside your heat with another one following soon after. You can visualize him bringing your legs in the air until they dangle over his shoulders, his hips slamming hard against yours with each thrust. “Hyuck—”

“If you were here right now,” he nearly growls, “I would fuck you so hard until you’re mewling my name against the sheets. And I won’t stop, I won’t stop even if you beg me to. I won’t stop until I’m done with you.”

Donghyuck doesn’t sound like he’s trying to dirty talk which only makes it even more arousing to your ear. It’s as if he’s losing control of his mouth, just saying anything that comes to mind. The honesty, the urgency, his breathy, desperate calls of your name between lewd words—

You choke out a sob. “Hyuck—I’m close—”

“Me too—N-noona—Kiss me—”

It’s one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever felt and it’s funny because you never really enjoyed touching yourself before. Donghyuck follows a few seconds after, moaning your name so erotically that will probably give you a hard time falling asleep for days at the thought of it. You’re left dazed, staring at the ceiling with half-lidded eyes. Your phone lays forgotten on the pillow next to you. Mustering all the strength you have left, you reach out for it. “Hyuck…?”

You can hear him breathing heavily. “I’m here,” he says. “Are you okay? Did you get to come?”

“Y-yes.” Now that it’s over, you begin to feel self-conscious again and the heat that blooms on your cheeks nearly wash every bit of your orgasm away in an instant. “Did you?”

“I made a huge mess.” He chuckles, sounding just as embarrassed as you are. “Fuck, didn’t realize it was going to be this good when we started. What would’ve happened if we had Face-Timed each other instead?”

Your head nearly explodes at the thought. “One step at a time, Hyuck. I’m practically dying from shame right now.”

He laughs a little at that. “So, you don’t really oppose the idea? Man, I have something to look forward to then.”

“Shut up, you’re gross. Is this the reason you called me?”

“No,” he hastily says, “I swear, I called because I missed hearing your voice.” Then he thinks about it again. “Well, I mean, I have been thinking about doing, uhh, these kinds of things with you but trust me, it wasn’t the reason why I called.”

“Sure,” you flatly reply, teasing him.

“Yah, yah, yah, it’s your fault for saying that you were wearing nothing but my shirt!”

“It’s your fault for asking me what I was wearing!”

It’s always like this with him. You’re bickering at one point, having sex at another time, then goes back to bickering once again. But it’s endearing, you suppose, because after this, you’ll be murmuring loving words, and just when you begin to think about it, Donghyuck whispers into the phone.

“I love you, Noona. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

And you smile. “I love you too, Haechannie. You’re the second best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“What the hell is the first one?”

“Chicken nuggets.”

“You’re so dead.”

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issaxcharlie · 4 years

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You’ll always be the answer

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Fem Reader

Requested: YES💚

Summary: For the first time Charlie and Y/N have to do an interview together and things get pretty interesting and chaotic as always with the couple.

*In the wired autocomplete section the part of the question that was covered will be in bold*

Pretty much based in the we say we’re friends world, (yes, again😤 I love their dynamic I’m sorry) you only need to know that Y/N is a musician by profession, wrote the JATP soundtrack, a childhood friend of Charlie and now his current girlfriend.

The couple is completely excited because today they have their first interviews after the confirmation of the second season of Julie and The Phantoms, and usually they are not on the same interview team so this is new. Charlie always does them with the band and the singer usually does them with director Kenny Ortega representing the people behind the scenes.

“Hello everyone, I’m Charlie Gillespie and I play Luke in Julie And The Phantoms.”

“And I’m Y/N Y/L and I play Daniela in Stardust.”

“Baby, you are here today as the songwriter of the album.”

“I know?” She thinks for a few seconds until she realizes what she said. “Oh. Well, this is embarrasing. Make my selfpromo accident worthwhile and watch Stardust after watching JATP!”

“Nice safe, beautiful. Pretty natural.” Her boyfriend teases as she smiles proudly.

“I like to believe I could be an actress.” Charlie begins to laugh at the seriousness with which she answered and looks at her, full of happiness. He loves that they can enjoy moments like this where their careers can go exactly on the same track.

They know that it will not always be this way so they should make the most of the experience.

“I’m excited to have you back, Y/N. And a pleasure to meet you Charlie. You both sure are full of amazing energy, I love it. Let’s start with the questions. Charlie, this is your first leading and in a fairly complete role, you acted, sang, danced and even wrote one of the songs, how was the experience?”

“Pure magic. They are all incredibly talented and so supportive of us, they worked so hard to unleash our full potential in an accelerated manner. They had a lot of patience with me in the dance part, they taught me to use my voice properly, they supported me in the change to electric guitar, it was simply a dream to work with every single person in the project.”

“Sounds amazing. Next question is for you, Y/N. Much has been said about the unreal chemistry between Julie and Luke. How was it for you as his girlfriend to have to witness it live? As I understand you were present throughout the recording."

"Oh man, it was awesome!" Charlie laughs at her pure response and the interviewer looks at her in disbelief.

"I'm Team Juke all the way. I know I may sound like a liar or something since I'm the girlfriend, but here's the thing.

I can't see my Char in Luke. Charlie is so good at bringing him to life that I can't believe that cool rockstar is my adorable goofball. It’s like Clark and Superman with the glasses thing. Beanie and electric guitar? Oh, hi Luke. You are so hot, wait... don’t tell Charlie I said that! Bandana and acoustic guitar? Hey baby, give me a kiss in the forehead and sing me to sleep.

What I was saying again? Oh, yeah. So... I see Juke and I’m soft, they are perfect for each other.”

“So you think Luke is hot, huh.” he pretends to be jealous and folds his arms.

“What can I say, I have a thing for rockstars, my legs melted during now or never."

He snorted a laugh. “Good to know.”

The interviewer cannot contain a laugh of her own.

"It's always a pleasure to have you here, Y/N. You are such a character and I always enjoy listening to you, and I love that even though the years go by and you are no longer so new in the industry you continue to have that fresh and iconic personality."

“Thank you so much Maria, If I can be myself here it is thanks to the beautiful atmosphere that your interviews always have.”

“My pleasure, ‘golden star’. Let’s continue. Y/N, We know you already knew Charlie, but who did you get along with better from the rest of the cast?”

“Oh my, definitely Owen. He was Charlie's roommate throughout the project so we hang out together a lot in our free time taking turns as third wheel. I'm pretty sure he's going to apply the same card to me this second season now that I'm gonna be the roommate.

But it’s okay, I totally deserve it. May the best third wheel win, Joyner!” Charlie grins and does a fistbump with his girlfriend who looks really hyped about going back to Canada with the band.

“I’m rooting for you, girl! Let’s go back to Charlie a little bit. The album that Y/N wrote is a resounding success and a very important piece for the series to be as brilliant as they are. I imagine that the four of you have a special affection for the album, but how do you feel that your girlfriend was the one who wrote a soundtrack of that level for such a special project in your career?”

Charlie looks so proud. He looks at her in a way that makes the young woman blush.

“I’m just so blessed that the things happened they way they did. She’s the love of my life, you know? I couldn't be more proud to sing her songs. She has always been insanely talented and nothing gives me more happiness that knowing she gets to do what she loves and is able to share it with the world.”

The singer's eyes water and she puts her head on the actor's shoulder, who kisses her hair sweetly.

“You two are so pure and so cute to watch, I have a new favorite celebrity couple.”

They continue the interview for a few more minutes and then they have to move on to the second section, in which they are handed some boards with the most searched questions on the internet regarding them.

“Okay guys, introduce yourselves again. I’m not going to be in the segment this time so you’ll have to help each other.”

Both agree without confessing that they have seen videos of this segment until 5 in the morning when they have nothing to do the next day and have sleepovers.

“Hi, we are Charlie Gillespie and Y/N Y/L and will be doing the wired-autocomplete interview today!”

“Okay handsome, let’s start with yours.” Charlie smiles and takes the sign in his hands, while his girlfriend removes the first tape and reveals the first question.

“Does Charlie Gillespie have a girlfriend?” Charlie smiles proudly and kisses his girls nose.

“I do, and she’s so adorable.” He touches gently her cheek and she closes her eyes at his touch.

He gives her a light kiss in the forehead and then uncovers the next question.

“What is Charlie Gillespie like in real life.”

“I’ll answer this one, Char’s a total goofball. He is cheerful, funny, always full of energy, talented, caring, and really, really hot. All done, next question!”

He laughs while blushing and reveals the next one. “Is Charlie Gillespie married?”

“Well I tried but someone ate the ring.”

“I would do it again, it was really good. Answering the question, he is not yet, but he is taking too long, maybe one of these days I will declare myself.”

He opens his eyes wide, he knows very well that his girlfriend is capable of doing it, and honestly he wants to be who does it, so he makes a mental note to prepare everything soon. Thank god he is working on the rings already.

“It’s Y/N still dating...”

“If the question says Ross Lynch I’m goin’ to lose it. No shade though, man.”

She laughs, after the James Larkin show, a lot of people showed anger as they felt that she was a much better match with the blonde, and Charlie couldn't help but feel a bit offended.

“...Charlie Gillespie! Yes, baby!” Both high five, Charlie looks almost relieved, is adorable.

“The answer is always yes folks, get use to it.”

“Who is Y/N’s best friend?”

“Well, this one is easy.” She turns to see Charlie and gives him a flirtatious little smile. He blushes and reaches out to kiss her, but she answers the question just before their lips touch.

“Ross Lynch.” She leans over and presses her lips against his for a few seconds as Charlie reacts to her response and then gapes in disbelief.

“You did nOT.” He laughs and and wrinkles his nose feigning annoyance.

“Yes I dID. But to be honest, has to be this man right here. Not a lot people know this but we’ve been best friends all our lives, so yeah. You baby, of course.” He blushes and kisses her hand, clearly happy with the answer.

“Is Y/N going to be in Julie And The Phantoms S2?”

“Will you?” He asks, genuinely curious. She never tells him what Kenny secretly confesses her about the project so as not to be unfair to the other members of the band.

“I will, but probably still back the scenes, guys. I'm really enjoying this part and learning from the best of the best so I am very happy not to be in front of the camera for now.”

“And you are doing an amazing work, love.” She grins and kisses his cheek.

“Thank you for watching us being ridiculously corny for 30 minutes, don't forget to watch Julie and the Phantoms Season 2 only on Netflix! I feel sorry for that poor people that will have to see how cheesy we are.”

“We were still recording Y/N, but never mind. The editing team has a lot of work ahead.”

“Well, damn. I’m sorry guys!” Charlie laughs for the thousandth time today. There is nothing better in life than sharing your days with your best friend. He can't wait to formalize that ‘forever’.

Thank you for reading✨

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carcinized · 3 years

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*grabby hands* animatic ideas do tell :D

well the entire superbloom album is literally dream smp animatics to me... im sorry mandy you wrote a wonderful album about cool topics and stuff but its about a minecraft roleplay now, and these next ones are all off that album :D also half of them are c!tubbo because well. you know who youre talking to lmao

this got LONG so

the end: c!tubbo. in general. "all good things come to an end / to make room for new beginnings / all good things come to an end, an end, an end, but it's not the end" c!tommy's death. losing l'manberg. etc.

ghost: this is a walking exile arc clingy duo animatic are you. are you fukcing kidding me. tommy hallucinatnig tubbo? "everywhere i go / i see your ghost / every alley every road / i see you close / not enough to hold" HE HALLUCINATES HIM ??? and "go to sleep, go to sleep to see your face / i wake up, i wake up trace" dont tell me they wouldnt. "i have tried, i have tried to erase you / but that's a crime, that's a crime i just can't do" THE PHOTOS OF TUBBO & MD AND STUFF?? (that dream took down but) come ON. this song is about them ueueue

whywhywhy: i imagine this about c!tubbo during new l'manberg ig. "am i allowed to lay down my smile / and be bitter just for a while?" its just kinda . i could see it fitting him therefore it does in my head because i have brainrot

alone: bee duo and i typed up a line by line description of the animatic in my head but i cant find it so . ahahah there goes those hours but HEY its ok... i still have it in my head :') they r healing nd growing together <3

over the rainbow: this could. this could so be an animatic where c!ponk goes absolutely batshit. any of them really but it IS a breakup song so... you go ponk youre doing great sweetie <3 also though. let c!niki get absolutely PISSED and pop off. please. or c!tubbo you know HSDHSFDJL

it's my turn: this is about the cookie outpost this is about the cookie outpost this is about the-

no but seriously. c!tubbo talks about how everyone else always gets to break the rules and mess things up during that conflict, and that's entirely what this song is about. "now it's my turn to be the crazy one / to finally come undone / to go and let the house just burn / to mess the system up" its literally about that

(also the song has a nice instrumental with a computerised synthesizer i believe and it reminds me of lemon demon which reminds me of ranboo so its so fun to imagine a little montage of bee duo building the outpost and arguing and just LOOKING COOL!!! they always end back to back with arms crossed looking at the camera all cool in my head its awesome)

find my way home: c!tubbo for self projection reasons, nothing more

7-2: INCREDIBLE news. you know how i've mentioned c!tubbo in all of these nand how it could be about him. WELL THIS ONE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH HIM!!! a miracle on this blog, really. this one is about PONK and really i should be able to just type the chorus and you'll all know exactly what it's about

"cause i've walked through fires and danced upon my own broken heart / piece myself back together every time i fall apart / cause ive won hands over again with the least favoured pair of cards / 7-2 i'll always love you cause you got me so damn far"

are you FUKCING KIDDING ME

"walked through fires"? yeah. damn right she did. sam burned him in lava. "danced upon my own broken heart?" yeah. broken heart. sam was their boyfriend. they moved on to foolish. dancing upon a broken heart, making it seem like nothing, laughing at it. yeah. "piece myself back together every time i fall apart"??? yeah. respawning after sam killed him multiple times . YEAH. "cause ive won hands over again with the least favoured pair of cards" ????? CARDS??? KEY CARDS?? THE REASON SAM KILLED PONK AND TORTURED THEM AND CUT HER ARM OFF ???? "7-2 i'll always love you cause you got me so damn far" ponk still loves sam TRY and tell me otherwise

oxygen: so this song is essentially about, well... "thought you were my oxygen / but you were just the opposite" sums it up pretty well.

and the number one reason i say this song should be like. every fandom has one is the way it's created musically. "words that ive heard from my mother and everybody else i know." theres a dissconnect before the word "know" and you should cut out from one character saying it to them to ALL the characters saying it. zoom out. PLEASE. then the prechorus has this lovely harmony so its two voices at one.. two characters? have the two characters leaning on on opposite sides of a wall, away from each other, saying it. "i don't wanna be so damn afraid / of all this very necessary change / hundred times i watched you walk away / and now i'm okay" LET THEM BOTH SING IT ABOUT EACH OTHER. also its just a cool badass song

anyways so this song dsmp wise could be about so many things. angsty c!duo because we all know they were codepend in the l'manberg days (not their fault obviously... god there was one line in a fic i read that made me SOB) but MAINLY i can imagine everyone after c!wilbur blew up l'manberg and. they all loved him so much and he betrayed them like that and his mental health had been deteriorating in exile and,,, (once again not his fault but like??? we all know c!niki was rightfully pissed. give her an animatic on it. also c!fundy.). also could be c!quackity about c!schlatt.... etc etc etc

ALSO our own house by misterwives is about l'manberg.... "we built our own house, own house / with our hands over our hearts / and we swore on that day / that it'll never fall apart" i. i miss l'manberg a lot

sorry how many of these were about c!tubbo. actually i'm not at all but the sentiment is still there. i am sorry that i butchered all of mandy's incredible songs about cool topics and stuff and made it to be about a minecraft roleplay. mandy i am so so sorry you are so cool marry me please

#BHDHDSJDSDSJLDSKL #dsmp #ask #dad joke anon

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spicykoreantatertots · 4 years

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With love, from J

Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Rating: G

Genres: College AU, Roommates to Lovers, Fluffy Fluffy Fluff

Summary: A beautiful bouquet of peonies are left on your doorstep, the only problem is, you don’t know who they’re from.

Warnings: none! this is just sweet fluff.

A/N: It’s finally here! This piece is a gift for Ashley aka: @taehyungforreal! I was honestly stunned when I found out that you were my Secret Admiree! I’ve been such a huge fan of your work for a while now and it’s such an honor to write for you. This is currently a very G rated, but I am toying with the idea of doing a smutty one shot down the line. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Thank you to everyone who helped me with this fic and encouraged me along the way: @ho-baebae @lovely-literati.

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Trudging up the stairs to your third floor apartment, you can't help but wonder if the $50 a month discount is worth all the extra effort. Especially when your backpack is full of Thicc text books. But at least tonight you don't have to leave again. It's Roomie Night.

Roomie Night is a tradition started way back when you and Jungkook first started living together. The two of you had been in the same group of friends since Freshman year, but weren't very close. But when it was time to leave the dorm, and both of you needed a place, you ended up together. In an effort to get to know him better, you proposed Roomie Night. Once a week the two of you set aside time to eat dinner and hang out with each other.

The idea worked, because now Jungkook is one of your closest, if not best friend. Tonight, Jungkook is bringing home takeout from the Chinese place you love and you've rented some action thriller that he's been dying to see. Should be a really fun night if you can make it up these stairs.

When you do reach the landing, you spot something outside your front door. Peonies? A whole bouquet of them in a beautiful purple vase. They must be from your mom, it is almost Valentine's day after all.

You unlock the door and pick up the vase to bring inside. Peonies have been your favorite flower since you were a child. You had spent many afternoons with your Grandmother as she tended to her flower garden. She often told you what each flower represented and Peonies represent good fortune and a happy marriage. Two things your Grandmother had, and two things you desperately wanted.

After losing the heavy backpack, you pull the card out of the Peonies. It simply says, "With love, from J.”

"From J?" you muse out loud to yourself. Could it be... Could they be from Jungkook? You had never seriously entertained the idea of dating your roommate. Not because he isn't gorgeous. He is. Not because he isn't sweet and caring. He is. Not because he doesn't have a great sense of humor. He does. Wait a second, so why haven't you considered him an option??

But wait, these just say, "from J." Maybe it isn't Jungkook. You don't call him J, nobody does. So maybe it's from someone else? You snap a picture and send it to another friend of yours, Seokjin.

You: any idea who these could be from??

Seokjin: are they from Jungkook?? how many times do i have to tell you to get on the Jungkook train Y/N???

Seokjin: theoretically they could be from Jimin, but i'm pretty sure he's got a thing for Taehyung...

Seokjin: wait what's that guy you were flirting with at work??

You: Jackson!! Omg... maybe it was him... he did ask if i had a valentine this year, but i thought he was just making small talk

Seokjin: only one way to find out

You: wait until someone comes forward so i don't have to awkwardly put myself out there :|

Seokjin: right...

~~~~~~~

Jungkook drags himself up the stairs, legs weak from his intense workout. His long dark hair is damp with sweat. Chinese food in hand, he walks through the door to see you texting away at the kitchen counter.

"Hey how's it going?" The soft smile blush on your face confuses him slightly, he wonders who you're texting.

"Oh it's going." Jungkook walks toward you, setting your dinner down on the counter. "Are you going to shower before we eat, I can smell you over the take out." You laugh and he knows you're kidding. He loves the sound of your laugh...

"I'll shower, you can go ahead and eat, I won't be long." Jungkook goes to the bathroom to start the shower before he walks off toward his bedroom down the hall. He's still thinking about who you're texting, who is making you smile like that. It should be him.

As he picks out some clean clothes he can't help but think about how badly he wants to be with you, but he can't bring himself to cross the boundary from friends and roommates to something more.

In the bathroom, the steam is rising from the shower and Jungkook is so ready to get into the hot shower. He opens the cabinet for a towel, but doesn't find any.

"Y/N! Where are all the towels?" Jungkook calls from the bathroom.

"In a basket in my room, I was gonna put them up later!" You call back to him, mouth full of noodles.

Jungkook slips out of the bathroom and moves quickly to your bedroom to grab a towel. He finds the full basket near your desk where he also notices a large bouquet of pink flowers. His heart stops for a second when he reads the card placed next to them.

From J? Who got you those flowers? Valentine's Day is around the corner and Jungkook realizes he might be too late. He may have already missed his chance to be with you.

~~~~~~~

Empty take out cartons litter the coffee table, the credits from the movie are rolling, but you can't move. You're afraid to move even an inch because Jungkook's head is in your lap. He fell asleep before the first explosion even happened. At first he was just resting his head on your shoulder, but in his sleepy state he eventually made it down to your lap.

You gently brush his hair out of his face and you can admire his beauty. God is he beautiful. The way his nose curves, the sharp edge of his jaw line, each of his cute little moles - all handcrafted by God himself.

Your fingers are still absentmindedly stroking through his locks. The motion of it slowly wakes him.

"Hello sleepy head." You smiled down at him. He quickly sits up and rubs the sleep out of his eyes.

"So how did it end?" He looks back at you. God how did things change so quickly? Because all you want to do right now is kiss him on his perfect mouth. "The movie? Did they vanquish the evil doers?"

"Oh! Yeah yeah, they all exploded and the hero got back in time for his wedding."

"So all was well." He hums to himself. He'll probably watch the movie again later. He can never stay awake when he eats that much food. "So listen... next week Roomie Night is on Valentine's Day..."

Your stomach twists. Is this it, is he about to ask you out? He looks around the room before looking back at you. All you can do is hope that the blush on your face isn't too obvious in the dim lighting.

"Are you planning to..." He starts, shakes his head, tries again. "Are you gonna have a Valentine this year?" Why would he ask that now if he already bought you flowers, they must not be from him.

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He reads your face carefully for a reaction. He's put it all on the line, he's got to know who the flowers are from. He waits for you to answer, but the longer you wait the more he realizes you must be trying to find a way to break the news to him.

You must be seeing someone.

"I'm not... expecting anything. If that's what you mean." What do you mean by that? Where did the flowers come from? God he should just ask you. But he can't bring himself to do it.

"Okay, so Roomie Night is on just like always?" He grins, starting to clean up the mess from dinner.

"Just like always." You return his smile, but it doesn't quite meet your eyes. Jungkook is still so unsure about what's going on inside that beautiful mind of yours.

~~~~~~~

Both you and Jungkook have full time course loads and part time jobs, so you don't see each other everyday. You don't really get to see him again until four days after Roomie Night. The two of you are going to be meeting up with your friends for dinner and game night at Namjoon's apartment.

You're waiting, sitting on the couch while Jungkook is getting ready. You're scrolling through your twitter feed when you hear the door open.

Jungkook walks out, shirtless. H-has he always had abs like that? He's towel drying his hair as he walks down the hall to his bedroom. The lean muscles on his back lead down to his slim waist. You hope he didn't notice you staring.

~~~~~~~

Once he's fully dressed and his hair is mostly dry, Jungkook joins you in the living room. He's wearing black jeans and his favorite Nirvana shirt covered by his denim jacket.

"It's pretty nice out for February, wanna just walk?" Jungkook shows you the temperature from his weather app, clear skies and it's almost 60 degrees.

"Sounds good. Got the keys." You respond, getting up from the couch. He watches you grab your coat and open the door, turning the lock from the inside.

"Let's go!"

The walk to Namjoon's apartment flies by. It's about five blocks away, but the time he spends with you always seems to move too quickly. He could honestly listen to you complain about customers from work all day long. And you listen intently as he talks about the latest album he's listening to. The way you giggle when he tells a dumb joke makes his heart soar.

Your cheeks are rosy from the cool wintery breeze that blows the hair out of your face. Jungkook is pretty sure God is playing a cruel joke on him, or maybe it's just a sign. A sign that you are meant to be his.

~~~~~~~

When you arrive at Namjoon's place, Seokjin is in the kitchen finishing up dinner with the help of Jimin. Taehyung is setting the table and Namjoon is in the living area looking through his extensive collection of board games.

Before too long, the six of you are around the dinner table, Jungkook by your side as always. His energy does feel a little bit different tonight though. Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but it does feel like he's looking over at you a lot. And he's laughing at everything you say. And maybe he's sitting a little closer to you than he has to.

After dinner, you help Seokjin wash the dishes while the other boys set up Clue. A classic.

"Okay listen he's totally into you. The flowers have to be from him." Seokjin whispers so that no one can hear him over the sound of the faucet.

"Jin! You can't just say things like that!" You whisper back at him.

"I'm not just saying it! God Y/N! How did you not see the way he was looking at you during dinner?" You look over your shoulder and see Jungkook play fighting with Taehyung. He's smiling, he's happy, and suddenly he's looking back at you.

~~~~~~~

Were you just looking at him? Jungkook lets Taehyung out of his grasp and stares back at you until you turn back to the sink. Taehyung punches Jungkook's arm, regaining his attention.

"What was that all about?" Taehyung glances over at you.

"Nothing." Jungkook tries to shut down his friend's snooping. "I don't know what you're talking about.

"Okay so we're just gonna pretend like you weren't in your own little Y/N-loving world during dinner then?"

"He's right." Jimin chimes in from his seat at the table and that's when Jungkook notices Namjoon is listening too. "You two would be great together, you should just go for it." Jimin continues. Jungkook looks to Namjoon for his thoughts.

"Based on both of your body language, I think there might be something there." Namjoon states matter-of-factly. Jungkook gives one last longing look in your direction before he put Taehyung back in a chokehold.

~~~~~~~

"Alright the game is Clue and to make it a little more interesting we are going to be playing in teams. Me and Jimin, Taehyung and Jin, and Jungkook and Y/N." You look over at Namjoon, but he is busying himself with shuffling the cards.

Throughout the rest of the night, Jin kicks you under the table anytime Jungkook does something that could be even slightly flirtatious. Every laugh, every smile, every secretive whisper in your ear that sends a chill down your spine.

When the two of you decide it's time to Make the Accusation, Jungkook stands dramatically. He looks around the room before proclaiming that it was, in fact, Professor Plum with the Dagger in the Library.

After checking the envelope and announcing your team's victory, you jump up and wrap your arms around Jungkook. He doesn't hesitate to return the hug and judging by the smug look on Seokjin's face, the hug lasted a little too long.

"Good game everyone!" You shout, suddenly embarrassed. "I guess it's getting kind of late, we should get going since we walked." You're now speaking to just Jungkook and he nods in response.

~~~~~~~

The walk back to your shared apartment is a little bit more awkward than Jungkook would have hoped. The temperature has dropped significantly and he can hear your teeth chattering. But your hands are hanging by your side rather than in your pockets. Maybe you want him to grab your hand.

"Do you have work tomorrow night?" He asks you, thinking maybe he'll finally have the courage to ask you out.

"Nope I'm free!" You turn and look up at him slightly, your pace slowing down. Jungkook takes a deep breath.

"Do you maybe wanna..." He starts, but he second guesses himself. Why would a girl like you wanna go out with him when you've clearly already got an admirer. He lets out a frustrated sigh. "Maybe we could study together then?"

"Yeah sure sounds great."

~~~~~~~

You thought that was it, you thought he was going to ask you out, especially after the fun night the two of you had with your friends. The chill of the night is starting to really set in as the two of you approach your apartment. Trying your best to not sound out of breath, you wait for Jungkook to unlock the door.

"What are you waiting for?" Jungkook motions toward the door.

"Well you're the one with the keys." You retort, ready to be inside.

"No! When we left you said you had the keys." You look up at him, confused.

"No... I was asking if you got the keys! So neither of us have keys?" You groan, slapping the palm of your hand against your face. "It's COLD!"

~~~~~~~

Jungkook calls the emergency maintenance line for the apartment complex to have them bring a spare key.

"It'll be about fifteen minutes." He puts his phone back in his pocket. He can see you shivering in the dim lighting of the walkway. After some silence he adds, "I'm sorry."

"It's not totally your fault... I guess." You exhale with a chuckle, music to his ears. You close the distance between the two of you and Jungkook almost gasps when you nuzzle your nose in his jacket.

"It's so cold." Your voice is muffled and he almost can't make out what you said. He wraps his arms around you to try and help warm you up. And this feels so right. You belong in his arms, he's sure of it.

The two of you stand like this for a few minutes, really he wasn't counting, but he does feel you pull away after a while. Before he can be too disappointed, he hears people climbing up the stairs. Your neighbors, Yoongi and Hoseok are coming home from what looks like a shopping trip.

~~~~~~~

"Hey guys." You stuttered behind your chattering teeth. You're feeling the cold all over again after you peeled yourself off of Jungkook.

"What's up?" Yoongi asks, probably wondering what the two of you are doing standing outside in the cold. "Locked out?"

Both you and Jungkook nod in response. Hoseok offers to let the two of you in while you wait for the maintenance man, but you turn him down, he should be here any minute now. Before going into the apartment, Hoseok turns back.

"Have either of you seen a bouquet of Peonies anywhere?" Your stomach turns upside down. "I ordered some for Yoongi, they're his favorite. They were supposedly delivered, but they weren't here when we got home."

"Oh yeah, they were delivered to our door by mistake." You've never been so mortified, especially considering Jungkook is here watching this unfold. "They're my favorite flowers too, so I thought they must be from..." You pause, not wanting to keep that train of thought going.

"See Yoongi! I told you I ordered you flowers!" Hoseok calls into the apartment. Yoongi pokes his head back out.

"I'll bring them over when we get in. Oh but, the card said that they were "from J?" Hoseok blushes in response to your question.

"That's one of my nicknames for him..." Yoongi winks at you before they both retreat to the warmth of their apartment.

~~~~~~~

"So who did you think the flowers were from?" Jungkook teased. He was beyond relieved to know that the flowers weren't actually for you. Relieved that maybe he still had a chance with you. You roll your eyes at him, but Jungkook notices some sadness in them.

Before he gets the chance to say anything else, the maintenance worker comes to let the two of you in. Jungkook watches as you head straight to your room. He lingers in the kitchen, waiting for you to come out with the peonies.

“So are peonies really your favorite?” Jungkook asks.

“Not another word Jeon.” You announce as you leave the apartment with the bouquet. The flowers are just beginning to wilt, hopefully Yoongi will still like them. In the silence of the apartment, Jungkook decides it’s time you get some peonies that are actually meant for you.

~~~~~~~

When you come home from class the next day, your ascent to your apartment brings back all the embarrassment from the night before. At least this time you have your keys.

You are surprised to see that Jungkook beat you home, he’s rummaging around in the pantry for something to eat. Usually he stays late to work out at the rec center after class. Jungkook stops when he hears you enter.

“Hi.” He says shortly, wearing a big contagious grin.

“Hi?” You repeat back to him, hanging up your coat and bag near the door.

“Wait here.” Jungkook saunters off down the hall.

“Okay?” You reply, slightly confused. What is he up to?

From his bedroom, Jungkook emerges with a large bouquet of pale pink peonies. You cover your face with your hands and laugh to yourself. There is no way he went out and bought peonies for you.

“These are for you.” You uncover your eyes and look up at Jungkook’s radiant smile one more time before looking at the flowers. The petals look so soft and you reach out to touch them. Then you notice a card sticking out. The card says, “With love, from J(ungkook).”

“They’re beautiful.” You try to speak through your laughter. Feeling emboldened by his gesture, you tilt your head up to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.”

“Listen... I was thinking. Maybe we should cancel Roomie Night.” Jungkook is blushing, his hand resting back behind his head. “We could call it Date Night instead?”

“Date night?” You smile. “I like the sound of that.”

~~~~~~~

Happy Bouquet Day sweetie! Sorry I posted a bit late in the day, but I hope you enjoyed it! @taehyungforreal

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alottamoney · 3 years

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This is very frustrating because you can't be messaged.Nevertheless I would like to share something very serious with you. These are strictly speculation. Firstly I would like to clear my position with Taekook.Long story short: I believe them.

Quite recently I stumbled upon a theory about Taekook's coming out process that seemed very logical to me.The summary of the theory is, the art that BTS has been releasing from the beginning,or from 2015-16 to be exact, have been quite evidently inspired by Taekook's journey from discovering themselves, to then losing themselves, to then finally be able to find their happiness and true-self with each other.From Stigma, to DNA,to FAKE LOVE.A lot of BTS songs are talking about a hurtful love filled with sadness.Also, the kind of songs Taekook listens to and covered from the beginning traces that journey from sadness to happiness.From the official songs,Singularity, The truth untold,Heartbeat,House of Cards,Whalien,Make it Right to name a few.It's justified to assume that BANGPD supports them and love them.But if it is so then why the separation from time to time?According to this theory it is to prepare the ARMY very slowly to getting used to Vkook.We have seen since 2017 taekook is used to promote the Album the most,to hype it up,and once the Album's released,it's the watchful eyes again.BangPd was very supportive of Jkwon,a kpop idol who likes drag.But he also told him that you cannot throw a stone into a still lake and expect everyone to be fine with it.It will take a long time to get the water to settle down.What bangpd is doing with Taekook is he is engineering a very long process of getting people used to the message of acceptance through messaging of their album,love myself,be yourself.He is creating a generation that is used to these ideas so that when that stone lands,there will be no ripple.

Now nitpicking time.Tae and BangPD share a mutual dislike for each other.It's not a secret.Because Tae made it obviously clear on many occasions. Everyone in the kpop world knows it.Starting from Taekook's relationship, V was being portrayed as a non-essential member.Idk if it was a coincidence,but taekook is the king of coincidence and the timing somehow matches.It got to the point where he had only 1/2 lines in a song. If you know Tae's journey, you would know and I'm not gonna elaborate the extent to which it was bad.I also get the feeling he doesn't like Kookie's personality(he doesn't respect him) because he has a psychological need for Tae built in him.The golden Child of BTS.If BangPD is supporting Taekook and engineering their smooth coming out,and taekook are in on it,then why do they seem displeased when separation happens?It has happened so many times that there is no other option to consider than them being unhappy with the situation.

My pessimism will take over from this point.It's about money in the end.I personally believe BangPD supports lgbt.Before elaborating on my point I want to present someone else's viewpoint who I had a discussion with.They are even more pessimistic than me.A bit hilarious too.According to them if BangPD really supported Lgbt he would not try to corner Tae like that.It's an unwritten code among lgbt that you hold each other's relationship up despite your personal things.According to them BangPD used all these messages for marketing purposes and used Taekook and the members as a gimmick for it.That's why he was okay with Jikook but not taekook.Tae did not like jikook happening on stage to the extent it was happening but it was given a free pass in the name of it being just a job.According to this person,an lgbt supporting person would never do something like that to a lgbt relationship.Scary stuff.

Now my elaboration : BangPD is not necessarily protecting Taekook or BTS,he is protecting his investment. He wants to engineer a smooth path for their coming out but only under his term?I know before military it's unthinkable and even after that, my opinion is Taekook are not the declaring in a statement type couple.They prove by actions,not by words.That's why I am a bit confused as to what pd's thoughts are regarding Taekook future.All I know is that Tae does not like it when someone instructs him how to behave in his own relationship.He's been throwing middle fingers left and right to whoever can see.If they are not on the same page with Pd's plan for them,then....what?On a sidenote: I am sure JJK and KTH1 mixtapes are getting delayed due to profit sharing issues.You just know they are going to break every record out there.V said in 2019 that his mixtapes were ready for release that year,and he wanted to see how ARMY react to it and then he uttered something very interesting"It's going to be delayed anyway"..then he laughed in the brattiest way possible at the staffs while spoiling 😂 BH couldn't get that sweet sweet money from "Sweet Night".Going back to my previous point,it really seems like everything is connected to money.Does BANGPD want a situation where if Taekook have to come out,whether by accident or something else,he can be there to take advantage of the situation?Like saying he supported them all along,and the money will come in as support for them pours in.Idk how that will a viable situation.For one, Tae will consider eating poison before agreeing to letting PD use his personal relationship for circus,and it's fair to assume BangPD knows it.Then what about the possibility that PD really is like a strict parent,who wants the best for his children even though his methods are torture.Did he think taekook not being a couple was in their best interest?Taekook's interest/BTS' interest?Like I said, I personally believe pd supports lgbt.He doesn't like Tae's personality,his rebellious streak.I could be wrong but would his personal dislike move him to create tough situation for taekook even though he supports lgbt.It seems unlikely because wouldn't it create unhealthy environment within the group,pd must have known this.Or did he think it's just a teenage romance,one push and it will break easily.All of these possibilities because all I have gotten that TK are not happy when their relationship is micromanaged.

Now there's Lisa in JK's Vlive correcting his steps in Euphoria.Guess we are all delulu at this point.I really think that was Lisa though.Don't ask.I'm sorry for this long ask.Please share with me what you think.

Hi anon, I'm happy that you shared your views on Taekook. My opinion on this topic might be disappointing but I'll share anyway.

First, I don't have a coming out theory because I don't think any BTS member would willingly reveal any sort of romantic relationship because of the fan frenzy around them.

I don't analyze MVs, lyrics, and such because these things involve a lot of input from a lot of people: producers, composers, lyricists, designers, stylists, choreographers, etc. It's much more than just BTS sharing personal stories and trying to find clues about the members' private lives from them is a pointless venture according to me. The covers and song recommendations made by Tae and Jungkook in the earlier years, like you pointed out, have more weightage in this regard.

About Bang and his relationship with Tae and Jungkook: I think there is a large gap between fandom perception and what has actually been shown. While I don’t think Tae is Bang’s bias, I also don’t think he dislikes him or is out to sabotage him. It is even possible that him “favoring” Jungkook does not extend beyond his potential marketability. He seems indifferent for the most part to them as individuals. Assuming Tae and Jungkook are in a relationship, I agree that maybe Bang did not take it seriously until he had to. He could also have done a lot more damage than just separate them on screen or cut them out of content so I don’t think he micromanages them outside work (or may he tried and Tae and Jungkook are just that inseparable🤷🏻‍♀️). He might even consider it beneficial, not in a direct financial manner but in that it makes them easier to control and monitor- two less NDAs to worry about. It doesn’t help that Tae and Jungkook are also very erratic in a way that can’t be attributed to company micromanagement. That could explain some inconsistencies, they’re also figuring it out (and they’re a bit dramatic about it in my opinion).

Jokwon hasn't said anything about his sexuality explicitly, I don't know if this counts as an example of Bang's support of the LGBTQ community but he seems open-minded enough and he hasn't said or done anything homophobic. Tae and Jungkook though are part of his biggest cash cow so, while he might not be homophobic it's not a stretch to assume he has different standards for them vs Jokwon who isn't signed to his label. About using the members and Jikook as a gimmick, I think that is simultaneously complicated but also not that deep and it’s probably a separate discussion; in short, I don’t think Bang is thinking farther than taking advantage of and promoting a popular (easier?) ship but it seems to have affected the relationship of the members involved (Disclaimer: I don’t think that all permutations and combinations of relationships between the members have a possibility of being “real”. I don’t think it’s an everyone loves everyone situation.)

Will Bang or the company try to take the credit if Taekook are outed by accident? The way they act, I feel like they are pretty confident that no such thing will happen. In the very minute chance that it does, I think they'll wash their hands of Taekook and let them fend for themselves. I don’t think they’ve done the groundwork to benefit from such a situation nor do I think they are making it easy for Taekook. The narratives put forth in In The Soop and other content do the opposite of cushioning the blow. There’s no overall consistency and it’s really hard to predict how such things will play out, so I don’t know if they have any plans centered around Taekook right now much less back when they discovered that Taekook might not be typical bandmates.

I'm not sure what you meant by that last paragraph but why Lisa?

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prettyinlimegreenboots · 4 years

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"It's yours if you want it" for anybody you'd like :))

There are some cuss words up ahead. This may or may not be based on personal experience - you either love garage sales or hate them. Enjoy!!

The group, as they were affectionately known, had met up in their designated location (the Walmart parking lot) before designing the course of action. Race, Mush, Jack, and Albert took their Saturday morning expedition very seriously, while Kat, Spot, Blink, and Romeo were along for the ride.

“So today’s expedition will include at least 4 garage sales.” Jack scanned the crowd (well 7 people in front of him) with a grin. “Now I don’t want to hear any groans or complaints from the peanut gallery.”

Spot, who had his arm thrown over Katherine’s shoulder, rolled his eyes. “We know the routine captain pain in my ass. Can we get the show on the road?”

“Hey dumbass pipe down!” Jack gave his brother-in-law a look and shook his head. “Now we’re going over to McGoverness so there should be some hot ticketed items there. Everyone ready?”

The group was split into cars - Jack, Kat, Spot & Race in Kat’s Rogue and the others in Mush’s Sequoia - before heading over to the designated neighborhood. Race and Jack talked excitedly about their action plan and what big things they were looking for while Kat and Spot tried to keep the eye rolling to a minimum.

Pulling into the subdivision, Race groaned at the number of cars already pulled along the side of the road. “How about you go deeper into the subdivision - maybe not a lot of people are back there yet?”

“Good plan, bro.” Jack high-fived him before heading towards the back.

“Blink just texted and they’re going to check out the ones up front for anything good.” Spot mentioned as Race nodded. “Tell them to look for an air fryer.”

Spot raised an eyebrow at his husband. “What do we need an air fryer for? It’s not like you’re gonna use it.”

“Nope but you would snookums.” Race grinned at him batting his eyelashes.

Jack pulled the car up to a house that had a lot of stuff out, which caused him and Race to get really excited. The four got out of the car before walking to the sale, saying their hellos to the sellers.

Kat always gravitated to any books that were for sale while Spot always looked for vinyl albums. Race and Jack were the oddball ones - you never knew what they were looking for or what they’d walk away with.

Spot and Kat didn’t find anything and stood watching their respective husbands go through a free pile, each examining the random junk. “Hey Kat?”

She groaned as Jack called her over. Walking over to him, she couldn’t see what he had in his hands but could see the excitement on his face. “Yea?”

“Didn’t you have this as a kid?” He handed her a heart shaped play thing and watched as she popped it open. It was an old Polly Pocket toy and she smiled at it.

“Yea I did. I had a few of them growing up.” Kat thought back to her childhood and grinned.

"It's yours if you want it." An older woman smiled at the four of them. “My daughters used to love playing with them so it’s yours if you want it.”

Jack looked at his wife with a grin. “Want it?”

“What am I going to do with a Polly Pocket toy?” Kat shook her head at her husband. “It was great for nostalgia sakes but I don’t have use for one now.”

Jack gave her a look. “That might be worth something now.”

“It’s not like it’s a limited edition baseball card.” Kat shook her head, putting back in the free bin. “Thank you for letting us look but I think I’m good. Good luck with your sale.”

And with that, Kat went back to stand with Spot while Race and Jack finished looking. “What was that about?”

“Jack found a Polly Pocket and wanted to know if I wanted it.” Kat gave him a look.

Spot chuckled. “Doesn’t he know you have an entire bin in the attic?”

“Apparently not.” She shook her head. “Let’s head to the next house. They’ll figure out where we went.”

The two headed next door. They said their good mornings to the lovely couple sitting out front with cups of coffee. Kat nudged Spot and pointed to a table. “Twenty bucks, they each walk away with at least 10 cards each.”

“No way. They might walk away with 5 each.” Spot countered, looking at the baseball cards.

The man looked at the two with a grin. “I’m Earl and this is my wife Nancy. Do you know some collectors?”

“It’s nice to meet you - I’m Kat and this is Sean. Our husbands, who are brothers, have collected baseball and football cards since they were kids.” Kat smiled “We left them next door so they’ll be over shortly. You’ll hear them before you see them.”

The man stood and smiled. “This was my brothers and my collection from the 60s, 70s, and 80s. I’m sure there are cards your husbands haven’t seen.”

“Great, we'll be here for the next hour or so.” Spot grinned, hearing the playful arguing of Jack and Race.

“Those your husbands?” The man grinned, hearing the two before seeing them walk on his lawn.

Kat and Spot merely nodded their heads. “Make sure you drive a hard bargain. They love to hackle and bargain.”

“There you two went. We were worried you had taken the car and left us.” Race grinned. “Not like you haven’t done that before.”

Kat sighed. “It was one time and we needed coffee. Besides they have football and baseball cards here.”

She watched in amusement as Jack and Race both beelined it to the table and started flipping through the books. Despite her dislike of garage sales, it was always fun to watch Jack and Race get excited at finding a coveted card. Walking over to the pair, Kat gave them a look. “Anything good?”

“He’s got a 1970 Dick Butkus card that’s in my pile.” Jack grinned as Race scoffed. “You’re just sour because I found it first. I left you a couple other ones.”

Race gave him a look. “But that’s a classic card.”

“Maybe I’ll give it to you for your birthday or Christmas.” Jack said offhandedly as Race’s face brightened.

“Really?”

Scoffing, Jack snorted. “Yea like that’s gonna happen.”

Hitting her husband, Kat shook her head. “Grow up - you two are old enough to not be acting like you’re 9 and 7.”

“He started it.” Race stuck his tongue out at his older brother as Kat looked between the two.

“I don’t care who started it. Knock it off.” She looked over her shoulder. “Or else Earl and Nancy won’t sell you any cards.”

Race and Jack’s eyes went wide at her threat. “You weren’t over here long enough to be their friends.”

“Oh you don’t know what I could do in ten minutes.” She grinned. “Don’t test me.”

The two nodded before looking through the cards as Kat wandered back to Spot who was thoroughly amused. “Did you threaten them?”

“I had to pull out my mom voice.” Kat laughed. “They were acting like brats.”

They heard a squeal of brakes as the rest of their group piled out of the Sequoia. “Anything good here?”

“Cards - football and baseball.” Spot shook his head as the rest of the group headed down.

Race and Jack pointed some things out to Mush and Albert before heading up to pay. Kat and Spot watched the exchange between Earl and the boys grinning.

Soon, with a shake of hands, Jack and Race headed up the driveway, each grinning at their purchases. “Good haul, boys?”

Instead of answering, they fanned their newly acquired cards at Kat and Spot, while Kat held out her hand. “Fork it over, Higgins-Conlon!”

“What did you bet on?” Race cocked an eyebrow at the two as Spot slapped a $20 in her hand.

Motioning to the cards, Kat grinned. “The number of cards you two would walk away with. I said at least 10 each while Spot only thought 5.”

“It was unfair. It was before we knew the quality of the cards.” Spot grumbled.

Race leaned over and kissed him. “Awww snookums, sometimes we win some and other times we lose some.”

“Why do I love you again?” Spot grinned as Race threw his arms around his husband and kissed his cheek.

Jack, meanwhile pulled Kat into a hug and kissed her cheek. “Thanks for always coming on these. I know it’s not your favorite.”

“But it’s fun watching you get excited at finding coveted cards.” She kissed his cheek. “You get this funny little butt wiggle you do when you find one that’s rare or on your list.”

Spot looked over at them with a grin. “Oh the butt wiggle.”

“Keep your eyes on your husband’s ass and off mine.” Jack pointed at him with a playful glare, as the rest of the group joined them at the end of the driveway.

Jack looked at them grinning. “Any luck boys?”

“None. Shall we continue?” Albert shrugged.

Pointing to the sale a few houses down, Jack motioned them to head that way before grabbing Kat’s hand. “Love you. Let’s go on a garage sale hunt.”

“I’ll follow you anywhere.” She swung their hands, letting him lead her anyway he wanted. “What are you looking for?”

“Yard Sticks. Thinking of starting up a collection.” Jack shrugged as she gave him a look.

“We don’t need any more crap in the house. We’re busting at the seams already.” Kat shook her head. “If you’re gonna start that collection, then something needs to go. We don’t have the room.”

He tilted his head. “Then we need a bigger house.”

“No Jack, we don’t need a bigger house.” she sighed. “We need to clean out and get rid of stuff. No more collections until we clean out.”

Pouting, he squeezed her hand. “Please?”

“Nope.” She shook her head.

She saw the lightbulb click over his head as a grin slid across his face. “The baby’s room.”

“What about it?” She was hesitant to see where he was going with this.

“Well they won’t need it for a little while so we can put stuff in it.” Jack grinned, wincing at the slap that she landed on his arm. “What? That’s a brilliant idea!”

“No it’s not.” She shook her head. “That baby will have more stuff than you do in the next few months. Besides, keep your mouth shut unless you want our friends and family to know already.”

He glanced ahead at their friends who were turning into the driveway and didn’t hear them. “No more junk, Jack Kelly or you’re on the couch for the foreseeable future.”

“You’re mean Katherine Kelly.” He pouted, but still kissed her cheek. “But okay.”

“Grow up. God only knows how you’ll be a father in 7 months.” She rolled her eyes with a grin before leaning over and kissing him. “Go look but no buying yard sticks.”

Jack saluted her before making his way down the driveway causing her to laugh. The man drove her nuts at times but at least her life was never dull.

Thanks @cutesiewoojin for sending this in!

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FOLKLORE THIRD LISTEN NOTES

the 1

how awesome is it to have been right about this song being about the one who got away?

it sets up a very romantic theme for the album and i don’t know how to explain it

i really love this production it’s very dreamy and tailored (don’t make the pun) to my interests

the verses on this song and the imagery they evoke are perfect god

the way this feels so hard feelings esque… the bus line and yeah

can we discuss “the greatest loves of all time are over now”

i think the only opener that beats this for me is state of grace?

persist and resist the temptation…

okay the more i listen to this the more i’m convinced it’s taylor reflecting on everything that happened in this album years later and reminiscing one day (don’t make the pun)

her vocals on this are so soothing i don’t know how to explain it

cardigan

i was really afraid i wouldn’t like this because of the title but i love it

the imagery really reminds me of poetry can we have folklore poems

i think it’s the chorus (starts with dancing in your levi’s) that i really adore

a friend to all is a friend to none taylor swift said if you are neutral in situations of injustice you have taken the side of the oppressor (no joke this is what i thought of the first time)

“heartbeat on the high line once in twenty lifetimes” might be my favourite lyric

the music video says so much about the album as a whole in terms of the pain

TO KISS IN CARS AND DOWNTOWN BARS WAS ALL WE NEEDED??? excuse me that’s literally a perfect lyric

the train comment this has such a gothic romance feel to it and i love the line peter losing wendy

when you are young they assume you know nothing maybe that’s my favourite lyric

CAUSE I KNEW EVERYTHING WHEN I WAS YOUNG no one talk to me

the front porch line has possible parallels to mad woman?

okay but if this isn’t narrated by betty i’ll eat my own foot

i feel like the hook has real potential to be cheesy / childish but she avoids it so well bless

also the production on this song? a literal dream. she picked the style of production i like best i swear to god thank you miss swift

the last great american dynasty

the beginning of this sounds a bit like 929 to me, but it’s very unique from the first two songs on the album and i like it a lot

okay but the storytelling in this first part of this song is unparalleled

she sounds like the town gossip and you know what? i love it

this is also a really dance-able song to me

blaming the woman… how victorian esque

the chorus is flawless from the lyrics to the vocals to the beat i really love that beat! is that a drum i don’t know music

taylor swift said bitch good for her

the way she says “boys” is really neat

“and losing on card game bets” vs “back when we were card sharks playing games i thought you were leading me on” literally no one is allowed to look at me

again i was dancing to this hard on the first listen because it’s amazing and i’m also seeing the lucky one / starlight vibes but it’s better than both those songs? how does she do it

AND THEN IT WAS BOUGHT BY ME??? i lost my mind?? also this reinforces my water as authenticity theory because she references midnight sea whatever i’ll expand later

i had a marvelous time ruining everything,,, maybe she’s the narrator maybe she’s betty like elizabeth taylor burton to this taylor,,,

her voice in this song is seriously amazing

exile ft. bon iver

this feels like a natural sequel to the last time but it has huge getaway car vibes thematically

okay a lot of people have said this is a haylor song but i see it as taylor’s evelyn hugo fanfiction and you can’t change my mind on that

she put a whole man on this song and it’s still super gay

also i don’t mind bon iver’s voice as much as gary lightbody but still gah (also i had no idea who he was before this album that’s on being born in 2005

)i think i’ve seen this film before but i didn’t like the ending… don’t know why this line hits so hard but it literally does no one touch me

the ooh vocalizations are really cool i am again obsessed with the production

god i just love the lyrics on this so much can you guys believe how amazing

i just want to discuss how this entire thing is evelyn hugo fanfictionso i’m leaving out the side door is thematically important to the album i don’t know how to explain this right now but i’m sure i’m right about this

walked a very thin line vs literally all of mirrorball

i gave so many signs no one touch me! we only know the version of someone they have chosen to show us! there will be no more explanation there will just be reputation

the homeland defending line is amazing i can’t get myself together apparently“i’ve seen this film before so i’m leaving out the side door” maybe the best lyric

the outro for this song is literally flawless i just want to ask taylor what was going through her mind when she made this album please

this song is so sad i don’t even want to discuss it i just want to cry

my tears ricochet

love her getting some sat vocab in spelling really is fun

the intro for this song is so pretty i love

if i’m on fire you’ll be made of ashes too vs the room is on fire invisible smoke

when i said taylor was painting herself as one of the heroes that die all alone i wasn’t kidding!

the way she says loved on this song is really appealing to me

this being the track five makes me super emotional i love this song

i didn’t have it in myself to go with grace,,, you’re the hero flying around saving face,,, if i’m dead to you why are you at the wake,,,, god these lyrics just cut super hard okay!

i feel super personally called out by this goddamn song…

some to throw… some to make a diamond ring after the marriage fanfare

what a ghostly scene / i pace like a ghost

the concept of angrily haunting your past lover because they screwed you over is so amazing

used to tell me i was brave because i fought you

i think this is our first properly angry track five since like dear john and i want to put my head on the desk and start sobbing but i won’t

the halloween vibes of this are sending me this is so perfect

“i’m screaming at the sky” “stolen lullaby” amazing lyrics and also her vocals i don’t want to talk about how emotionally attached i am to this album because i am

so the battleships will sink beneath the waves again i think this song is really personal

the way she sings and the lyrics have a really specific effect i will be crying over

this song is so good. it’s so good. track five supremacy.can we discuss how perfect the production is on the album i think we should

mirrorball

yet more perfect production? she’s really feeding me with this one

after ithk and lwymmd i was not expecting to be so obsessed with track 6 but what a pleasant surprise. like i initially liked ithk too but not like this (don’t make the pun)

again i am so upset by the lyrics

the hush…. i think she invented singing

god the chorus is so specific and so very taylor that i could cry like!! yes!! this is what it’s all about no one touch me seriously i mean it this time

masquerade revelers means something and it’s a beautiful visual too man she really stepped up her songwriting with this album

this whole song feels like something directly out of a dream

THE BRIDGE? BRIDGE CITY? I AM THE RODEO CLOWNS? THE TIGHTROPE? I’M STILL A BELIEVER BUT I DON’T KNOW WHY? THE VOCALS? THE LAYERED SINGING? DON’T TALK TO ME

i’ll show you every version of yourself tonight means something and i will cry

seven

this means the most to me really i just… this is for the kids who were victims of something bigger than them and i don’t want to cry but i think i just might for personal reasons

i again really love the production thanks for my rights miss swift

the half speaking really works for me this time (and this song is closeted teenager rights)

passed down like folk songs,,, i have emotions and i finally learned how to pronounce folk

and i’ve been meaning to tell you / i think your house is haunted / your dad is always mad and that must be why these lyrics are flawless and stunning and god. yeah. this song y’all

will you run away with me? yes. you won’t have to cry or hide in the closet what did i say!! closeted teenager anthem i’m tatttooing this on my forehead

i used to scream ferociously and that whole lyric might be my favourite part

again her vocals are an absolute dream i love the higher register

i still got love for you,,, this is really about childhood love and the way it fades but leaves an indelible mark goodbye i am done i can’t deal with this

i would listen to karaoke of this on its own because the background music is so perfect

taylor swift saw me listening to the japanese house and girl in red and said “hey i can do that” and you know what? she could!

august

okay so before we start this listen i want to say this song made me hyperventilate and almost cry at one in the morning which was great like. i wanted a song that made me feel as much as say it by maggie rogers and taylor swift said “okay bet”

that being said i really do love this intro i feel it’s very beautiful and it reminds me of white teeth teens a bit i can’t explain why

this is the lowkey version of cruel summer and it is equally gay

never have i ever before,,, taylor said i will romanticize being a teenager in love and it will be the most beautiful album you have ever heard in your life

i can see us lost in the memory just the way she sings the chorus is so beautiful

honestly this makes me feel like i’m sitting in a field which i think is the vibe taylor wanted to accomplish with lover but hey

her cruel summers and augusts were the equivalent of my january huh

this is the sad ending for cruel summer this is when she looked up and said “yeah you being in love with me is the worst thing i’ve ever heard” no one talk to me ever again

“back when we were still changing for the better / wanting was enough” is an absolutely perfect lyric i don’t want anyone to speak to me for the next year

“to live for the hope of it all / cancelled plans just in case you called / and say meet me behind the mall / so much for summer love” that was amazing that was perfect thank you

“you were mine to lose”

i love this chorus so much it’s unreal it’s just wow

august sipped away like a bottle of wine CAUSE YOU WERE NEVER MINE

i don’t even know what lyric to type up because they’re all so good and they evoke such a specific feeling i feel like i was punched in the gut

have i mentioned how much i love this production yet? i love this production

isn’t this outro just the most stunning thing you’ve ever heard wow

this is me trying

such a change of pace in terms of production and yet i am completely enamoured by it

the intro is so beautiful and the way she just transitions into a song so viscerally about her insecurities i... i refuse to do this damnit

this is apologizing for cheating but it was on her this time (no i don’t think taylor actually cheated on anyone it’s called storytelling and i feel this is one of the songs farther from her than the others)

for some reason the background music reminds me of pure heroine?

lyrically and thematically it sounds like the archer and wow can’t tell you how much i adore that

favourite lyric: i got wasted like all my potential

the curve became a sphere,,,, this is just such a good and honest and raw song how does she do it i’m asking how does she do it

i really love the melody of this thing i don’t know what to tell you

it’s so upset and emotional but resigned in a sense? i can’t really properly describe this

again this is bridge city! i don’t know if i’ve said this before but the bridge for this song is truly impeccable her ability to do this astounds me like the songwriting alone y’all

i really do love the background beat

illicit affairs

the visuals and the imagery and the storyline of this song are so perfect and damn i can just see the music video (i maintain this is by the same narrator as august)

you’ll be flushed when you return do you see what i mean by perfect visuals?

the way her voice pitches up and the high notes

who allowed the chorus to be this amazing i’ve listened to it like ten times now and my eye still twitches (should i get that checked out?)

i would like to repeat that this is an extremely gay song thank you taylor

a dwindling mercurial high is such a good line ugh i love the imagery again

clandestine meetings and stolen stares,, our secret moments in a crowded room,,,

maybe the perfume thing could build off the water theme?

the bridge of this thing goddamn wow i can’t believe

YOU SHOWED ME COLOURS YOU KNOW I CAN’T SEE WITH ANYONE ELSE

she’s on a cliff screaming in anger because the affair destroyed her!! august + illicit affairs are the same narrator and this is me trying is the person she was with,,, actually i think this is me trying might be about the other person apologizing to the narrator of august + illicit affairs,,,,

you taught me a secret language you know i can’t speak with anyone else vs. do all lovers feel like they’re inventing something do you ever just sit on the floor and cry

for you i would ruin myself a million times,,, evelyn hugo quote about screaming i’m in love with celia st james,,, death by a thousand cuts,,,, yes it’s fine everything is fine

invisible string

ahhh the pizzicato! that’s beautiful that’s really on point she really said strings kids rights huh

i really do like this production and the way it contributes to this idyllic image of her childhood whew i love this song a lot

ugh the melody of the pre chorus is so lovely we have to stan

all along there was an invisible string,,, tying you to me,,, okay now i am mildly intrigued by how much of this was autobiographical goddamnit there will be no more explanation

bad was the blood… that’s so cute! she said i looked like an american singer! no one touch me

wow her vocals on this song are so lovely and the lyrics! aren’t the lyrics just flat out amazing we have to stan taylor swift i think

string that pulled me and there are musicians pulling strings in the background okay i see you

that dive bar,,, dive bar on the east side,,, we love a consistent muse (also met you in a bar)

oh yes i do really like this bridge too it’s so romantic and wonderful perfect

an axe to grind for the boys who broke my heart? i think she should be allowed to do that as a treat

the hell / heaven reference thanks for another religious metaphor to add to my collection

her vocals on this song are so unique and i also like them a lot my eye is twitching again

maybe i got my track eleven rights back didn’t it! i really hope this is track 11 otherwise i’m going to look like a clown (no i don’t want to google it)

the outro is so soothing and beautiful i think i hear a violin

mad woman

the piano! hearing real instruments on taylor songs again! we are so blessed

i think this is narrated by the same woman from the last great american dynasty honestly

maybe also by the august / illicit affairs narrator trying to get revenge my mind okay

every time you call me crazy i get more crazy ugh i love this! women straight up going unhinged i see you with your gone girl fanfiction miss swift

the way this song feels like a whispered confession and her vocals and the eerie nature of the background music we have absolutely no choice but to stan

now i breathe flames every time i talk is a really amazing visual

this feels like a better done version of i did something bad i said what i said

it’s obvious that wanting me dead has really brought you two together - i love that line! i love unhinged taylor swift! blank space and idsb mashed together with a new feel i can’t put my finger on but i am quite literally obsessed with it

every time you call me crazy i get more crazy yeah that’s a line

there really isn’t anything like a mad woman (also this is intentionally linked to the last great american dynasty and i won’t shut up about this now)

the bridge is so intimidating and delightful! hell hath no fury like a scorned woman wow the visuals i see in my head are amazing

good wives always know taylor this is a better criticism of the patriarchy than the man is i just want you to know that from me personally

the outro is amazing there’s definitely some sort of snare drum here (i don’t know instruments again)

epiphany

it did not click that this song was about the pandemic the first time i listened to it

but honestly i am so obsessed with this intro it reminds me of the archer a little bit

i think this is paralleling war with the pandemic

ease your rifle and the accompanying vocal is so well song

okay the beaches reference is helping my water and authenticity thing

some things you just can’t speak about yeah i will lose my mind for personal reasons

this song is really comforting for some weird reason

something med school did not cover feels like an actual punch to the gut. someone’s daughter, someone’s mother… okay. okay i didn’t get this the first time but i am upset now.

and some things you just can’t speak about is a line and a half i think

it’s really just so beautiful and it’s hurting me

what’s the significance of twenty? she keeps referencing it and in lover too

but wow the bridge is otherworldly i love it so much… her mind amazes me

watch you breathe in… watch you breathe in…. please it’s so beautiful i can’t

actually this song might be one of my favourites it’s so good (of course i’ve thought that about all the songs so take this comment with a grain of salt please)

the outro is also super heavenly do i hear strings again?

betty

so we’re all in agreement this is gay

the beginning sounds so country and that’s her beginning and this is about a high school love

you can’t believe a word she says (most times) is so fun and cute i can’t believe i got rights handed to me on a silver platter with this one

the storyline she implies in the chorus it’s literally so beautiful i just have a lot of feelings! i snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate!

this feels like a quintessential taylor swift song with the characterizations and the lyrics and how it feels ripped out of a diary entry (yes i know it isn’t but that’s how it feels )

do i hear a fiddler? emily poe is that you? not the point i know

BUT IF I JUST SHOWED UP AT YOUR PARTY man the chorus really does snap

taylor swift said fuck 2020 god bless america we’re officially moving into a good timeline

on broken cobblestones is all of my rights encapsulated into one don’t touch me

this is just gay james is a lesbian i don’t make the rules i just enforce them please

betty i’m here on your doorstep LIKE IN THIS IS ME TRYING BETTY IS THE AUGUST / ILLICIT AFFAIRS / MAD WOMAN / CARDIGAN / THE LAST GREAT AMERICAN DYNASTY NARRATOR

the narrator of betty is the same as this is me trying no one talk anymore

WILL YOU HAVE WILL YOU LOVE ME WILL YOU KISS ME ON THE PORCH IN FRONT OF ALL YOUR STUPID FRIENDS THE MOMENT OF EMOTIONAL CATHARSIS I EXPERIENCED

i’m only seventeen i don’t know anything and the way it explicitly connects to cardigan

car again / cardigan is some nice wordplay

this is an objectively perfect song

peace

the opening music for this track is really lovely, it feels like a good return to lowkey after how Much betty was honestly

our coming of age has come and gone is one of the best opening lines i’ve ever heard

i’ve never had courage in my convictions won’t you look at what a great lyric that is

no i can never give you peace,,, man i really do like this hook

the production on this song is amazing

i’m a fire and i’ll keep your brittle heart warm! the ocean wave line helps my authenticity theory! they say love’s for show but i would die for you in secret! is this a song or a series of excerpts from my poetry the world may never know (i’m kidding i could never write anything this good)

would it be enough if i could never give you peace no one look at me i can’t be perceived any more than this

it’s like i’m wasting your honour wow what a line that is especially after exile but then the narratives don’t exactly match up hold i’m thinking

swing with you for the fences (i know places) sit with you in the trenches (epiphany) i feel like there’s something to referencing those songs directly after each other

oh.. the child line…. oh?

i’m a clown to the north does that count

man this song is so good and it gives me serious call it what you want vibes for some reason

but i would die for you in secret i feel like this bears repeating cause i’ll scream

would it be enough,,,, am i too much,,,, i would like to lie down

the outro to this is so pretty and haunting and thematically it kind of reminds me of dwoht / afterglow but that’s just me

hoax

i wrote hoax lyrics pre album but hers are much better

my smoking gun,,, knife to a gunfight,,, the way,,, man

okay a depressing song to close out a taylor album is new and im going to lose my mind

i really love the piano in the background like that’s beautiful

the confessions screaming on the cliff vibe i was right

YOUR FAITHLESS LOVE’S THE ONLY HOAX I BELIEVE IN

no other sadness in the world would do well that is a depressing ending to seeing daylight

my best laid plans / my sleight of hand / my barren land she’s literally such an amazing songwriter why is anyone allowed to have this level of talent and not pay appropriate taxes

THE ASH FROM YOUR FIRE IS THIS THE PARALLEL TO MY TEARS RICOCHET? i think i cracked something here wow

YOU KNOW I LEFT A PART OF ME BACK IN NEW YORK PLEASE EXPLAIN

the hero died so what’s the movie for i’m fine this is all very fine can you hear me screaming

you knew you won so what’s the point of keeping score i really think this is the other half of my tears ricochet you guys

her voice and the production combined here is so haunting

my only one my kingdom come undone can we just have a mental breakdown super quickly and collectively so i know i’m not really losing my mind

i really love this song a lot wow

the piano harmonies / melodies are so pretty (i don’t know which one it is sue me)

it’s perfect wow

#arden speaks #folklore #folklore reaction #taylor swift #this is over four thousand words

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #330

“and i don't want ya / and i don't need ya / don't bother to resist, or i'll beat ya / it's not your fault that you're always wrong / the weak ones are there to justify the strong”

If you have a job, do you like it? I'm unemployed. Do you like any kinds of fruit? Well of course. Are you waiting for something right now? Covid and this headache to fuck off, May for my tattoo, to be paid to take some pictures again... What is your favorite kind of animal? Kind, not the actual animal itself? In that case, social species, usually mammals. What kind of Dippin' Dots do you like? Holy shit, I haven't had that in like a damn decade or something. I don't know, I barely remember the taste. Who is the most badass woman that you can think of? My mom. My mother is a fucking warrior. Do you have a Pinterest account? Yeah. I get a lot of photography ideas from there, as well as base pictures to make Mark icons, haha. If you were to write a book, what would it be about? The stories I and my friends have weaved in RP. Have you ever seen the television show The Munsters? AHHHHH YES!!!!! Mom loves that show, so I used to watch it with her growing up. Have you ever written one of those 'Roses are red...' valentines? I don't think so. Would you/have you spent more than $200 on any one person for a holiday? I haven't, but I would for certain people. Do you have a favorite Robin Williams movie? Probably Night at the Museum. Thoughts on Slender Man? Have you even heard of him? I think it's a cool creepypasta; he does look pretty unnerving with his height and especially lack of a face. The movie was good too, btw. Do you know what the Tardis is? I think almost everyone does in this generation, haha. Doctor Who ain't no joke to a whole lot of people. Are there any children's shows that you'd watch today if they were on? Sure, like Pokemon or Avatar: The Last Airbender, among others. I wouldn't at all be opposed to watching The Lion Guard, either. I actually want to, with my whole TLK love. I'm not embarrassed to watch "kids" shows or movies at all. What would you call yourself the King or Queen of? Having not an ounce of knowledge on how to love things in moderation/avoid total obsession with things, haha. If I paid for you to take karate lessons, would you? No, especially not now with my legs. Do you read more fiction or non-fiction? Almost solely fiction. What modern technology are you especially grateful for? Laptops, ig. Do you have a favorite science topic? Genetics. Very fascinating stuff. Have you ever read any Sherlock Holmes stories? No. What is the saddest movie that you've ever seen? Either Johnny Got His Gun or Boy in the Striped Pajamas. What's your most popular post? On what? If Facebook, I don't really know. Possibly my "coming out" one or a lovey-dovey essay when Sara and I were together. On Tumblr, it's definitely the gif I made of Mark and Chica (his dog) with I think over 10k notes. Manga or anime? Anime. I don't read manga, though I've been tempted with Deadman Wonderland since the show only had one season and ends on a ginormous cliffhanger, but there's more story to be had. A card game that you're good at? None, really. A popular book you haven't read yet? To Kill a Mockingbird. I feel like every school student has read it at some point. Favorite Mean Girls quote? I don't know any. It's a fine movie, but I've never understood the hype. Name your top 3 albums from your favorite band/artist. Black Rain, Ozzmosis, and... then I can't choose. I love so, so many very dearly. Name your top 5 music videos. I don't really watch music videos, so I definitely can't name five. My #1 favorite is probably "Wrong Side of Heaven" by Five Finger Death Punch; I absolutely cannot watch it without crying. What are you most passionate about? How did this passion develop? Animals. I was born simply adoring animals and have always wanted to protect them and their environment. Do you like monkeys? Do you believe in evolution? Yes and yes. We've literally watched it in action. What embarrasses you the most in front of other people? Discussing RP if you're not involved in it. I'm terrified of people thinking I'm weird. Have you considered running for president? Absolutely not. Which famous person would you like to be BFFs with? I'd say Mark, but I'd be way too interested in dating him instead of being just friends, haha... So with that said, maybe Bindi Irwin? Would you ever go skinny dipping with the last person who commented you? Lyndsey would be that person, so no. She's a great friend of mine, but realistically I'd probably only ever - if ever - do that with the company of my s/o. Are you still friends with the last person who broke your trust? No. How long did your last relationship last? Around two years. Have you ever been banned from anywhere? Online, yes, as a little kid on the Animal Planet forum, haha... Has anyone kissed you when you weren't expecting it? Yeah, Juan. Did you like it? It was a sweet moment, but I didn't want it. Does your dad smoke? Like a chimney. Is your mom over 50? Yeah. Are you currently listening to anything? Yeah, kinda hooked on "The Horrible People" by Manson. I've found a lot of great music lately. Would you ever consider getting breast implants? No, but once (if...) I lose all the weight I want, it's going to be a moderate priority to get a breast lift. I've hated my body way too fucking long and am dying to be satisfied with it again, and with how much weight I need to lose, I would essentially have grandma tits. :x Do you know anyone who is bisexual? Me, haha. Among some friends. Who would you tell, or who did you tell when you lost your virginity? That's not something I'd just go to tell someone afterwards for no reason... I'd only ever mention having lost my virginity if I was actually asked or if it was relevant to a conversation. Is there something you have been trying to learn lately? I'm really trying to practice opposite action and behavioral activation, among other things I've learned in group therapy. When you think about your future career, do you envision yourself becoming the head honcho or CEO? If not, why not? Well, I want to be my own boss as a freelance photographer. In any other job, I definitely wouldn't want that. Too much responsibility and leadership skills. Can you think of a time when you seriously misjudged a music artist based on their name? I don't think so? Have you ever kissed someone that you didn’t really want to kiss (not assault, just indifference)? Why did you go along with it and how did you feel after? Yes, Tyler. I felt like I was "supposed to." I felt really uncomfortable afterwards. If you have to wake up early for something, what time is just TOO early for you to be there and be presentable and sentient? Have you ever had to be somewhere that early? Probably like, 5:00. No. Have the majority of your romantic relationships started with a physical attraction or a deeper connection? Always an emotional connection. Did you ever write a fan letter to a celebrity? How about submit something to a magazine? No to both. What hair color is the most attractive on the opposite sex? Of natural colors, black, but I like unnaturally dyed hair most. Where do you like to go to when you are stressed? On a carride, so long as I'm controlling the music nice and loud and not talking. Where do you go to get your hair cut/dyed? To a family friend's little salon/small business. Why do you want the career that you want? Because I adore art and think it's pretty darn magical that you can freeze a moment forever to not just remember in your head, but actually see. Have you ever watched iCarly? Yeah, I enjoyed it when I was younger. What was your favorite class during your sophomore year of high school? Art. Do you wear bandanas in your hair? No. Have you ever been on a blind date? No, not interested. How many living grandparents do you still have? None. Have you ever worked in an office? No. Who does the grocery shopping in your house? Mom. Have you ever stayed in a hotel without your parents or older relatives? No. Did you have an Easy-Bake oven when you were little? Sure did. Have you ever seen a donkey? Yeah. Have you ever made out in a hot tub? Pretty sure no. Do you always flush the toilet after you use it? Yes. What were the last words you said to your dad? Probably "bye, love you." Have you cuddled with someone you weren’t dating? Nah. Who has the ability to hurt you the most emotionally? JASON. Are you a really understanding person? Yeah, very. Are you the type of person that enjoys getting hugs? Yes. When’s the last time you wore a wig? For a witch costume many years ago. Why were you last hospitalized? Suicide attempt. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without food? At least 12 hours, but I think I almost went a day once back when recovery started and my appetite was non-existent. What was the last name of your third grade teacher? Mrs. Britt. How was the last chicken you ate cooked? They were chicken tenders. What is your favorite kind of chip? Hot crunchy Cheetos. What grade did you have your first boyfriend? 7th. Have you ever been told that you’ve lost weight? Yeah, back when I actually WAS losing loads of weight. >> Do you have the same political views as your parents? Some things, but definitely not all. Does anyone call you babe/baby? No. Have you ever made a significant other cry? Sadly. If you could make your lips bigger, would you? Maybe just a teeeeny bit. Are you one to sneak food into movie theaters? Yep. Fuck them prices. Are you prone to illness? Definitely not. What races do you usually date? History says Caucasian, but I have no actual preference. I'll date any race. What’s your cup size? C. Ever flirted with a teacher? Yikes, no thanks. Who was the main cook of your Thanksgiving meal last year? My older sister made the most stuff. Have you ever been dumped really harshly? Well, considering it literally traumatized me... Do you have any ex’s you can’t stand anymore? No. Are you more of a phone or a computer person? Computer, definitely. When was the last time you made a sandwich? What did you put on it? Yesterday for lunch. Ham, American cheese, and mustard. Have you ever made friends with someone that you didn’t expect to get along with? Yeah. Do you own any accessories with your name on? No. What brand of eyeliner do you use? I pay no attention to this. Have you ever been sexually harassed? No. Have you ever sent a naughty text message? Suggestive ones, yes. How long have you had your pets? Roman, around two years. Venus, around three or four years. Who was the last person to tell you that they love you, other than family? Sara. Has one of your friends ever tried to hook you up with someone? Colleen tried obnoxiously hard to push Girt and me together. We all went out to eat pizza once just as friends hanging out, and this bitch prefaced an uncomfortable and nosy question to him with an even more uncomfortable "because I'm trying to get you in her pants...", and that, my friends, was the closest occasion I've ever come to slapping someone right across the face. I looked at her in absolute disgust, and Girt was clearly thinking "what the actual fuck" as well. I do not miss her feral mouth. Are you good at staring contests? No. Eye contact is very difficult for me to maintain. Do you like peanut butter? I love peanut butter. When was the last time you had to present something to your class? In this mandatory but entirely pointless entry class at my last college, we all had to do like this PowerPoint introducing ourselves. I hated it. Who was the last person that told you they missed you? I think my friend Chelsea. What store is your favorite shirt from? It's not a real store, but rather an online brand: Cloak. Mark is one of the owners/creators so I obviously support them intensely. Have you ever fell off your bed while you were sleeping? No, thankfully. Do you have something you’re supposed to tell someone, but you haven’t yet? No. What type of food do you never really eat? Vegetables, oops. Have you ever cut someone else’s hair? No. Do you like going to weddings? Not really, if I'm being honest. I'm only interested in photographing weddings for the only the couple pictures and pay, really. I'm not big on formal events. What’s your favorite flavor squash? I don’t like squash. Do you or anyone in your house have a severe allergy? No. Who was the last guest in your house and what were they staying for? Our landlord/family friend, just to hang out for a little bit and chat with Mom. What fad were you actually into? Hm. What was the last spontaneous thing you did? I'm not a very spontaneous person, so I really don't know.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''the beautiful people'' by marilyn manson

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Top 25 Favorite And Most Influential.

What did you do when the pandemic disrupted your life and sent you home packing to quarantine? So far, we’ve seen people work at home, some furloughed with pay and their jobs intact. Others jolted in panic mode losing their livelihoods, income, homes, and businesses. Restaurants were shut except for drive-thru and curbside pickup. Transit systems, arcades, pinball museums, gyms, parks, venues, and most record-stores (_____ help us, whomever you believe in) were out of commission and people lost their everyday liberties. Some practiced some much needed self-care or reflection, changed-up their diets, learned new languages, played video games, streamed music live in-studio, and caught up on other things held off for years. I’ve seen many groups where people shown off their colored-vinyl, cassette, and record-label music collections. Creatives made their best music for Bandcamp’s waived revenue-shares. Brackets were held to see who’s the greatest industrial band ever and the greatest MC’s faced off on Versuz for hip-hop royalty. Oh, and top-ten lists.

Top-ten lists. They’re as commonplace as Nigerian e-mail scams, anti-liberal shit-posting, and shameful self-promotion for your newest hottest Soundcloud single coming out. “Day 1: my co-worker challenged me to name ten albums that have influenced my musical taste and upbringing. One record per day over ten days. No explanations, no reviews, just the cover art. Each day I am supposed to nominate someone to do the same. Today I nominate some random I only said "hello" to at my sister's wedding seven years ago. No reviews, just the cover art.” Oh, stop it. Everything sounds like it’s the fucking Emmy’s but there’s no winners, no speeches or slogans, no fake applause and no pretend banter at the after-party while you swim with the sharks to get your shrimp cocktail. It’s inevitable I get nominated by my friends and thankfully it’s not for being the scapegoat or standing at the firing line.

So far, five different people nominated me to name my top ten favorite and most influential albums of all time when I just posted them two weeks ago. For Ω+, it’s a Top 25. Twenty-five because I’m too compulsive for ten. As always, it’s a one-shot now-or-never deal because we have the space, so you’re getting explanations. Interesting, insightful ones. No need to spread this out for days at a time because I have zero patience and neither do you or the horse, pony, unicorn, or pegasus you rode on to come here. (Also, would Pitchfork publish their perfect 10.0 review of Fiona Apple’s Fetch The Bolt Cutters a paragraph per day for twelve days? Fucking bullshit.) Most of the albums seen here have been covered before. And no tagging. I don’t obligate others to do things they don’t want to. As we seen with some of our followers recently, here’s Ω+’s own bingo card; no free spaces.

Nine Inch Nails’ The Downward Spiral was the album that introduced me to everything industrial and I never heard anything that was so unusual, unique, and so full of feeling. There’s a lot more to just hearing it with all the back stories and history behind it, plus it landed at a time when it mattered the most. (Some albums mentioned here would do the same.) Then Ministry arrived thereafter. It was terribly difficult choosing between Filthpig and Animositisomina. The latter wins out for its seriousness, grittiness, power, fear factor, and the fact that it was the last album Paul Barker worked on, essentially showing the divide of ideas between him and Al Jourgensen right after it. These two artists are the top two I swear by. Filter’s Short Bus is a great all-around album which features Deborah Norcross’ artwork, the reason why I got into design.

If anyone sees Jake Fogelnest, please thank him for me. Had he not played Atari Teenage Riot on commercial radio, I would’ve not known what techno should be. Burn, Berlin, Burn is absolute electronic insanity, like a video arcade screaming, shouting, and going all-off on you at volume 10. The album was so good that it was the first that made me pay attention to record labels and all associated artists with them. With that came Atari / DHR label head Alec Empire. Of all his albums, Squeeze The Trigger is the perfect alliance of acid and jungle. No games, no bullshit, no gimmicks. Want a DHR record with a wacky sense of humor? There’s Shizuo’s Shizuo vs. Shizor, one of the most unusual and unorthodox albums I ever heard. It’s a literal mess of drugs, breakcore, and noise all spliced, sharded, and broken up with punk attitude, inconsistent fidelities, and some way-out-there voice samples.

Anyone place their bets that Nirvana would make the list? If you did, you doubled your money. Not Bleach. Not Nevermind. Not even In Utero. It’s all Incesticide. (I didn’t say which album so losses here.) It’s a full album of B-sides, rarities, demos, and alternate takes. A full album’s worth. That makes it stand out over the usual Kurt Cobain fest played millions of times over. And it’s also given me some good essential feels. Then Tiny Music...Songs From The Vatican Gift Shop from Stone Temple Pilots. Purple was great but their third album is everything. “Tripping On A Hole In A Paper Heart”, “Big Bang Baby”, “Art School Girl”, and their nicer numbers in “And So I Know” and “Adhesive” came into a vital time that mattered like The Downward Spiral did.

One record that really grew on me was Autechre’s Tri Repetae++. Everyone was singing / processing their praises and I took the jump. It was the first record I didn’t ‘get’ right away because I was expecting tradition and formality. Then I learned how Sean Booth and Rob Brown manipulated all of their sounds to their full potential to a perfectly calculated, mechanical, emotionless process. Because it was the ++ version, both Anvil Vapre and Garbage e.p.’s were included on disc two. Another product of the electronics boom of the late Nineties: Second Toughest In The Infants. Underworld’s fourth full-length handed me my first full artistic feeling, my first-ever realization to go further on myself. One listen is way too few to fully figure out the (then) trio’s mindset. Increasing overlapping sounds and rhythms, Karl Hyde’s stream-of-consciousness lyrics influenced by Captain Beefheart, and many serious moments makes this my all-time favorite dance record; one which would have you stop to think constantly.

There’s three full-length albums on my iPod Shuffle (no explanation needed or deserved) for when I hit the gym. Bathory’s debut on the surface deals some rowdy black-metal violence, strangling with total impunity and zero consequence. I always enjoyed Unsane’s brutal tough-guy personal view and Occupational Hazard is one of many of theirs that perfectly put together the long-term aggravation, tension, and conflict I went / go through via slow-burning sludge, painful noise rock, and Chris Spencer’s excruciating screaming matches. Though Kill Your Idols’ This Is Just The Beginning signifies my eye-opening experience with hardcore music and one of the worst summers I ever dealt with, Indecision stands as the most impactful hardcore act for me. A Hard Rain’s Gonna’ Fall lead me to Merciless when they later became Most Precious Blood. All that burning rage on that record gave me the all-important soundtrack and energy to fight through yet another tumultuous life-defining all-or-nothing summer. (I fucking won it.) And if any of the three won’t cut it, or perhaps you need your noise-rock permanently in the red, there’s Les Rallize Denudes’ Heavier Than A Death In The Family. Formerly only known in Japan, the internet now allows anyone to enjoy one of the most awesome psychedelic / noise rock outfits that ever walked the planet. Nothing short of blazing, fuzzy, distorted vintage sounds that torches poetics, feelings, and love with a constantly crumbling sound. That’s how wild it is.

The more I entrench myself in late-Seventies / early-Eighties industrial, the more I appreciate it. It’s all about Throbbing Gristle and they will always have it. That’s a non-issue here. Maybe go to Thomas Leer & Robert Rental’s The Bridge (commissioned by Genesis / Industrial Records) to get a fresher side of the story; a clearer pathway to fully imagine that classic, special UK sound. Around that time, Cabaret Voltaire issued their debut Extended Play. I can list them as one of the very few projects that I will never tire listening. Nothing they’ve created as a duo or trio has ever disappointed me, so add everything up from above and you’ll get why Extended Play is the epitome of theirs. They’ve also done experimental audio simply by testing and recording the electronic music waters (1974-1980) and this makes them pioneers. My opinion? Suicide comes very close. It’s New York’s equivalent to the Sheffield act. Their self-titled debut is legendary. How in 1977 they pioneered several genres of music at once (industrial, techno, new wave, synth-pop, electroclash) with a punk attitude, and more amazingly how unique and original it sounds with what equipment they had, puts them in a class entirely by themselves and forever will be. Ahead of their time.

Four noise records. It’s what you’re all here for. Long-time followers of Ω+ know how influential Merzbow’s Pulse Demon was to me, my first-ever noise acquisition. Another album I didn’t get because I expected something. It prompted me to write a negative review of it for my campus newspaper, only for a professor to take notice and have me sit with him over it. Not only did he make me understand exactly how and what noise was supposed to be, but my bad review paid off when he gifted me three cassettes of various industrial and noise artists. Not bad for a few paragraphs of ignorant words. Count on both Boyd Rice and Whitehouse whom gave me a lot to chew on through their albums, books, and philosophies; regardless if you agree with them or not. To me, Boyd Rice / NON’s God And Beast is his strongest and most powerful work. A perfect journey from start to finish; one which stayed with me during an extraneous trying time during the Stony Brook era. You have some delights in Strawberry Switchblade’s Rose McDowall and Death In June’s Douglas Pearce, small steps to a grating inciting build-up (“Phoenix Rising”) that culminates into “Total War”, arguably industrial music’s most punishing, unforgiving, and bloodiest moment ever. Whitehouse’s Cruise-Racket era is my favorite of theirs and it was tough to choose one. It’s Bird Seed for the victory as it had the best and most favorites of mine. Their vicious attacks on both Tracey Emin and a dead Stuart Lubbock (“Why You Never Became A Dancer” and “Wriggle Like An Eel” respectively), a psychological grating torture on “Philosophy”, and some direct tongue-lashing from Philip Best on “Cut Hands Has The Solution” made me think how they were able to push the envelope and how they got away with it. And with Prurient’s Cocaine Death, just like Underworld, made me wake up and see miles ahead to where I really wanted to be from the economic and personal hell I was dealing with.

The final four consist of other wild cards I won’t neglect to mention. I can’t think of any other hip-hop artist other than N.W.A.’s MC Ren to take a Top 25 spot. His debut Kizz My Black Azz is a fucking beatdown of a record. It’s Cadillac Coupe DeVille west-coast boom-bap produced by DJ Train, Bobcat, and Eazy-E as Ren spits all sorts of raw controversy. Reggae rarely makes it here, so it’s Negril’s eponymous and only record which I listened to during one spring sitting at home recovering from shoulder surgery. It’s a Seventies record with a sound sentimental to me featuring Eric Gale, one of my all-time favorite jazz / fusion artists. Many other Seventies’ jazz / fusion records could’ve made the list but here’s a major example that has it all. (We will have another Ω bingo for that.) The two newest releases that made the final cut were Happy Meals / Free Love’s Luxury Hits (2018) and Black Marble’s A Different Arrangement (2012), mainly for sentimental reasons. Luxury Hits has two lush, surreal, and outstanding synthpop cuts in “Tomorrow Could Be Heaven” and “Pushing Too Hard” while A Different Arrangement’s entire sound has a lot of late Eightie’s pop motifs that really hit but with a fuzzy feel. (“A Great Design” came very close in being my all-time favorite. That title forever goes to Preoccupation’s “Disarray”). Free Love and Black Marble’s three aforementioned tracks gave me some special moments in New York City. And A Different Arrangement, found through one of our own WUSB dee-jays, signified my move to Lindenhurst. Nothing will ever be forgotten.

Five-in-a-row, four corners, or the whole card; what do you have? We hope to have winners. We might have more cards to play with. Better yet, what Top 25 would you ask from us?

Unsane Occupational Hazard

MC Ren Kizz My Black Azz

Prurient Cocaine Death

Atari Teeange Riot Burn Berlin Burn!

Nine Inch Nails The Downward Spiral

Les Rallizes Denudes Heavier Than A Death In The Family

Cabaret Voltaire Extended Play

Filter Short Bus

Happy Meals / Free Love Luxury Hits

Bathory self-titled

Nirvana Incesticide

Thomas Leer & Robert Rental The Bridge

Autechre Tri Repetae++

Black Marble A Different Arrangement

Most Precious Blood Merciless

Negril self-titled

Underworld Second Toguhest In The Infants

Shizuo Shizuo vs. Shizor

Merzbow Pulse Demon

NON / Boyd Rice God & Beast

Alec Empire Squeeze The Trigger

Whitehouse Bird Seed

Suicide self-titled

Ministry Animositisomina

Stone Temple Pilots Tiny Music...Songs From The Vatican Gift Shop

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Medea Plays Pokemon Sword: Part V

Post-game time!

This. This is when you receive the Master Ball. Better late than never.

Head on over to Leon’s house for a free Charmander.

Time to meet Hop over at the grave site where we meet Assistant Sonia. Oh wait...

Quite fast. But she’s got the lab coat on and she even has an assistant working under her. So, there you go. Official Pokemon Professor!

And that’s even faster! I guess things are coming up Sonia.

What could possibly crush...?

Oh hello, new hate-o-rade targets!

Great, Galar has Yelp trolls. And what are the names of these fucking clowns?

*snorts*

OH MY GOD, THESE FUCKING NAMES! SORDWARD? FUCKING SORDWARD? WHAT IS THAT, SQUIDWARD’S COUSIN THAT PLAYS WITH KNIVES?

AND THESE FUCKING HAIRSTYLES! FUCKING MARGE SIMPSON HAS MORE STYLE THAN THAT! I SERIOUS...I SERIOUSLY CANNOT EVEN!

But do go on, please.

Yeah, for the remainder of this shit-post, your new names are officially Tweedle Dick and Tweedle Balls.

In Sword, you’ll fight Tweedle Dick while Hop fights Tweedle Balls. And in Sword, it’s vice-versa.

Hop will lose and one of these butt-wipes steals his artifact. But it doesn’t end there. They go on trashing you!

Tweedle Dick, I was up against Satan’s Tapeworm, where in some instances I’m unable to use my pokemon’s moves. Where the fuck were you and your idiot brother?

AND NOW I’M GETTING BLAMED FOR DAMAGE BEDE CAUSED?!

That does it!

Bede is officially demoted back to Shinji Matou levels for this. Seriously, getting blamed for that by these snobby pricks.

So Tweedle Dick and Balls decide to cause havoc throughout Galar by having pokemon in all the gyms (except Piers’s) go rogue with Dynamax power.

So now you will have to work with Hop, for some reason Piers, and the gym leader(s) to take down the Dynamaxed pokemon. First, we hit up Milo’s gym.

Oh...fuck.

What was Tsareena’s dex entry again?

We’re dead. We’re gonna die in Milo’s gym.

Thankfully we didn’t die here. In come these trolls.

People in glass houses shouldn’t cast stones. God I hate these fuckers.

But I seriously am loving Piers hanging with us. It’s not like he has a gym to run or anything like that.

Ex? Does this mean Marnie is the new gym leader?

Onto Nessa’s gym.

I quite like this group.

Hey, after you help out at the gyms, you get rare album cards.

WHOA!

On top of which, she’s a model. Move over Elesa, Nessa is winning in my book. Might as well quench on another rare card.

WHOA MOMMA!

Dang man, Gordie got me having them thoughts! Okay, one more.

Aw, Piers looks so cute here.

Stupid thought time. Does Piers’s carpet match the drapes? Because I will seriously lose it if he’s exactly like Hatsuharu Sohma.

After helping Nessa and Kabu, Tweedle Dick and Balls decide to harass Sonia at her place of work. I am officially sick of these weirdos.

They challenge you to battle again. After that...BETRAYAL.

Dang. That was a dick-move working for a man with a dick-shaped hairstyle. I can’t imagine how Sonia must fe...

DEATH TO THE BITCH WHO MADE SONIA CRY!

Nice analogy.

Just like Trump can name his son Bar...

NOT HERE, NOT NOW MEDEA!

Fine.

After helping Bea’s gym, it’s time to help Opal.

Oh fuck, that’s right. This little shit is the gym leader now.

Eat a buffet of dicks, dude.

Piers is officially my favorite character of this game.

Here you don’t have to go up against a Dynamaxed pokemon. However, you do get challenged by this butt-nugget. I guess if Opal sees the good in this kid, I probably should too.

88? She’s 88 and was still a gym leader? Opal is savage!

Hmm...

Okay, I guess I can leave you at Trip levels. Don’t get too cocky kid, Trip is awful too.

Helped Gordie and Raihan’s gym. All leading to a showdown at the Energy Plant again. But getting inside was going to be trouble. This looks like a job for Yamper!

Sonia’s little corgles came back.

Inside, I’m being heckled by Tweedle Dick and his whack-ass posse.

And Tweedle Balls is about to be ripped to shreds by a legendary doggo on steroids.

Legendary Doggo is calm now thanks to second legendary doggo.

Now it’s time for me to give doggo his sword, battle him, and capture him.

Tweedle Dick and Balls see the errors of their ways and...

They’re still rude ass-clowns.

At least they’re willing to admit their wrongs.

And even unnamed assistant apologized.

After all that, back to the grave site.

And Hop gets the other legendary doggo...without putting up a fight and just allowing him to catch him with a regular pokeball, what fresh fuckary is this Pokemon?

After a final fight from Hop, we come across Hop thinking about his future.

So Sonia decides to make Hop her assistant.

We end this arc with Leon, Piers and Tweedle Dick and Balls coming to be civil. Okay, I’ll accept this.

Well folks, I don’t think there’s anything else I should talk about with Pokemon Sword. So I’ll just...

CLEFABLE SPAM!

MISSY THE CLEFABLE HAS FINALLY COME HOME TO HER MAMA!

Missy has a ball.

Missy loves her ball. She shall name it “Eduardo”.

Ooh, bigger ball. Missy take for her own!

Aw, I love you Missy. Wait, should I intervene that...oh they’ll figure it out. Missy is busy existing.

Yeah, after all that action on Pokemon Sword, all that’s left is the Battle Tower. I’ll probably mess with that one of these days.

Now, I’d like to start up Pokemon Shield.

Because it’s Missy’s (the human) time to shine!

To be continued.

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camillemontespan · 5 years

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oblivion [raleigh carrera] [part one: rabbit hole]

I have no idea if I will continue this as I have so many series going on but I was hit by inspiration after I posted the teaser to this a few months ago. I’ve continued on from the teaser and written a first chapter.

Warnings: Discussion of drugs.

Taggin’ those who might like this and taggin’ those in my permalist (I’m not cheating on Drake!)

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Raleigh looked up, his vision blurred. All he could see in front of him was the blurry lights of Vegas through the windows and the dancing figures of models clad in their underwear. They were dancing to his latest single; a single which Raleigh felt was shit.

His music had been shit lately. He knew it, the label knew it, the fans knew it but for some reason, everyone still wanted a piece of him. Everyone wanted a piece of Raleigh Carrera and they wouldn’t stop until they were through with him.

Raleigh was exhausted.

He had been holed up in this Vegas suite for three weeks now. He passed the time by drinking and hiring girls; anything to keep himself from thinking about her.

Marina Cortez.

Even her name was beautiful.

They had been in a fake relationship for publicity and the media had lapped it up. The Bad Boy of pop with the new American Dream.

Raleigh had shown her the underworld of New York, he had shown her the hidden nooks of Los Angeles. He had shown her a darker world, one filled with chaos and destruction, and she had loved it. She could have chosen to follow her mentor, Amery, and stay squeaky clean, a virginal figure with a chastity ring, preaching about love and peace. But she hadn’t wanted that. She had followed Raleigh into the dark.

Real feelings developed. Raleigh hadn’t meant for that to happen; he was always careful to keep girls at arms length. He knew he was bad for them. But as they kissed in his bed and whispered their secrets, deep secrets which they promised to keep protected, Raleigh felt a stirring in his heart and he knew he was done for.

Marina was all dark hair and soulful brown eyes. Someone as beautiful as she was should have been protected. Raleigh hadn’t wanted to hurt her; but when she turned to him one night, over the white powder on the glass coffee table and her credit card in her hand, smiling like she had a delicious but disturbing secret, Raleigh knew he had to leave. He had to leave her to save her.

His phone buzzed with a notification. Sighing, he rubbed his eyes and opened it. It was a news article from Hollywood Insider and the headline screamed: BREAKING: MARINA CORTEZ RUSHED TO HOSPITAL

Raleigh was on his feet in an instant. A blonde model slunk over to him, draping her arms around his neck, whispering, ‘Baby, where are you going?’ Raleigh pushed her away and stormed to the door, taking his leather jacket off the coat rack. He dialled his PA’s number.

‘Get me on the red eye to LA, now,’ he said shortly before hanging up.

He had been happy to just sink into oblivion; but this was different. He was not going to drag her under with him.

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Raleigh landed in Los Angeles and a private car picked him up on the tarmac to take him to the hospital. Through the dark windows, Raleigh looked out at the city of angels and tried to push down the dread in the pit of his stomach.

The car drove down the highway and Raleigh had to avert his eyes when he saw the billboards with Marina emblazoned on them. The promotions for her new album were so far removed from the singer he once knew. She used to sing on stage with only her guitar - well, his guitar which he gave her as a gift- for company, the spotlight making her shine like an angel, and her voice which was like honey filled the arenas. That was all she needed to do. But a year later, the guitar was discarded and in its place was hardcore choreography, revealing costumes and autotune.

She had been turned into a bubblegum pop diva; the singers she used to hate.

The car slid through to the back entrance of the hospital and down an alley to a staff door. No paparazzi covered this area which was exactly what Raleigh wanted. He wanted to get into the building without any issue. Before the car could even come to a stop, he bolted out of the vehicle and burst through the staff door, the harsh lights of the staff corridor blinding him.

He rushed down the corridor, ignoring nurses who told him he wasn’t supposed to be in here. He reached the reception area and ignored the gasps of surprise from the people in the waiting room.

‘Marina Cortez, where is she?’ he demanded.

The receptionist blinked. ‘Uhh..I can’t give you that information, sir, it’s classified.’

‘Where the fuck is she?’ he hissed, slamming his hand on the reception desk, making her jump. He really didn’t want to pull the whole ‘do you know who I am’ dick move but he was tempted.

‘Sir, I’m sorry-’

‘I’m Raleigh fucking Carrera,’ he interrupted, already hating himself. ‘She’s my girlfriend. I need to know where she is otherwise I swear, I’m getting behind that desk, looking up your classified files and finding out that fucking room number myself. Where the hell is she?’

‘Fifth floor, room 763,’ the receptionist stammered.

Raleigh bowed his head and placed his hands together to look like he was praying. ‘Thank you,’ he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He turned on his heel and headed to the elevator, jabbing the button with his finger and wishing it would arrive sooner.

When the doors opened, he bolted inside and began his descent up to the fifth floor.

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Raleigh let out a strangled sob when he saw her asleep in the bed. Her dark hair was fanned across the pillow, like she was a princess waiting in her tower to be saved by the hero of the book. Her olive skin looked pale.

He was about to move forward to take her hand but was stopped by a voice.

‘Mr Carrerra.’

He turned to find a doctor standing behind him. ‘I hear you’ve been threatening my staff.’

Raleigh turned red and shuffled on his feet awkwardly. ‘I’m so sorry.’

The doctor sighed and took out a folder. He gestured for Raleigh to sit down. Raleigh obeyed and watched warily as the doctor sat opposite him and opened the folder.

‘ I’m Dr Gregory,’ he said. ‘I understand she is your girlfriend.’

Raleigh bit his lip. Was his girlfriend. Was.

‘Do you know what happened to her?’ Dr Gregory asked.

Raleigh shook his head numbly.

‘She was found lying underwater in the bath,’ the doctor told him seriously. ‘She had taken drugs and was found by her publicist.'

Raleigh clenched his fists and dug his nails into his skin. He didn’t want to cry. He couldn’t. ‘How long was she underwater?’ he croaked.

‘A couple of minutes,' the doctor answered. 'Any longer and she wouldn't still be here.'

Raleigh closed his eyes. He couldn't imagine a world without Marina. His world without her right now was already dark and bleek. He thought back to past memories with her.

The night they made out on the hood of his car, her body on top of his, his hands placed on her ass which was clad in tiny denim shorts.

The lazy Sunday they had when they just stayed in bed all day watching Brooklyn 99, eating pizza and snuggled into each other.

The time they were in New York at the Met and Raleigh saw a rope prohibiting entrance to a secret room. He ignored the rules and took Marina with him; they snuck into the room, giggling as they went, before their mouths crashed together in a heated and desperate moment.

The night she whispered that she loved him and he whispered it back.

So many memories that he had cast to the back of his mind in his bid to try and get over her.

He wished he hadn’t done that. He had abandoned her right when she needed him. Why had he been such an asshole? Such a selfish asshole.

‘When can she be discharged?’ he asked quietly, looking at the floor.

‘I’d like to keep her overnight,’ the doctor told him. ‘Then we can discuss next steps.’

Raleigh’s head shot up. ‘Next steps?’

‘Yes,’ the doctor said. ‘She will need to go to rehab. Although from her past two failed attempts, I don’t know how successful this will be-’

‘She can stay with me,’ Raleigh interrupted. ‘I can help her get clean. I know how to do it because I’ve done it myself. Please. Just let me look after her-’

‘That won’t be necessary,’ a sharp voice said from the door. Raleigh looked up to see Marina’s publicist, Fiona, standing at the threshold. He stood up quickly, feeling himself shrink at the pure hatred in her eyes.

‘Fiona, I-’

Fiona held up a hand. ‘No, Raleigh. She will go to a rehabilitation centre where there are qualified professionals and proper treatments-’

‘Which haven’t worked!’ Raleigh burst out. ‘Whatever they do to her in there doesn’t work!’

‘What makes you think you can help?’ Fiona spat. ‘Or actually, a better question: what makes you think you are allowed to help?’

The doctor cleared his throat. ‘I’ll leave you two alone.’ He stood up and left the room.

Raleigh tried to find words. ‘Fiona-’

‘No,’ she interrupted. ‘This ends now. You led that poor girl down the rabbit hole and abandoned her when she needed you most. I have seen her worst days since you left; she has been crying, losing her temper at the slightest thing and staying in bed for days on end. The only time she would get up was to snort a new line.’

Raleigh closed his eyes, wishing she would stop talking, but Fiona bulldozed on.

‘She showed up at the recording studio bleary eyed and would take frequent ‘bathroom breaks’. She had no one but me and I tried, Raleigh, I really tried. I tried to get her out of bed and into a shower. I would hold her as she cried her eyes out. I.. I threw her drugs in the trash.’

Raleigh sighed. He didn’t want to tell Fiona that you never put an addicts drugs in the trash. It was the equivalent of throwing away their medicine; he knew because he had been that addict before.

‘Has Avery talked to her?’ he asked, hating the name on his lips. But he had to know. Avery was the one person who had always tried his hardest to keep Marina on the straight and narrow and encourage her to be the artist she was.

‘Avery isn’t allowed to see her,’ Fiona told him, her voice calmer now. ‘His label won’t let him. Apparently, being seen with Marina Cortez is now career suicide. They don’t want to tarnish his good boy image.’ Fiona spat these words, clearly angry at the injustice of the situation.

‘Micah?’

‘Micah is away touring,’ Fiona replied.

‘Shane then.’ Shane was Marina’s childhood friend who stuck with her through thick and thin.

‘He left her,’ Fiona whispered. ‘She pushed him too far and he lost his patience. Said he didn’t want to be around her anymore.’

Raleigh bit his lip. ‘If I’d known-’

‘You’d have raced to be with her?’ Fiona asked harshly. ‘You’d have become the knight in shining armour and saved her? Oh please.’

‘I didn’t realise how alone she was!’ Raleigh shouted, his temper flaring. ‘I didn’t know everyone had abandoned her! I thought she at least had Shane.’

Fiona slumped down on a chair and held her head in her hands. ‘You were wrong. She’s become a different person. All she wants is the next high and when she’s sober, she is quiet and uninterested. She won’t talk to me anymore. She shut people out who actually care about her and instead, she hangs out with freeloaders. You realise that when she goes out for drinks with those ‘friends’, she is the one who is left to pick up the $500 bar tab, right?’

Raleigh looked across at Marina who was still sound asleep. He slowly stood up and crouched down so he could be at her level and he smoothed her hair with his hand. ‘Those people are bloodsuckers,’ he whispered. ‘I’m not like that.’

Fiona stood up. ‘You are telling yourself that you’re here because you’re a good person. That you want to see her better. But truth be told, you’re here because you feel guilty. You want to fix this so that you can heal the hole in your heart that you feel. You don’t care about her, not really. You just want to make yourself feel better by being the last person by her side.’

‘Fuck you, Fiona,’ Raleigh spat, standing up again to face her. ‘That’s not true!’

‘Yes it is!’ Fiona said, her voice rising again. ‘Tell me, what were you doing before you hopped on a plane to get here, like the dashing hero you are?’

Raleigh turned red. Fiona crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. ‘I thought so.’

‘I’m here now!’ he pleaded, his voice desperate. ‘I want to be there for her. I want to help her. Please, let me. I know you hate me, everyone hates me. But she was the one good thing I had in my life and I ruined it. I want to make amends and if that means taking her home and looking after her while she screams at me, I don’t care, I want to do it.’

Fiona sighed. ‘Raleigh.. will she even want to see you?’

Raleigh looked down at Marina. ‘I honestly don’t know.. but I hope she will give me the benefit of a doubt.’

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fly-pow-bye · 4 years

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ThunderCats Roar - “Panthro Plagarized”

Co-Executive Producer: Victor Courtright

Supervising Producer: Nate Cash

Producer: Marly Halpern-Graser

Story by: Joan Ford

Teleplay by: Lesley Tsina

Directed by: Jeremy Polgar

A tale of stolen forks.

The episode starts with the ThunderCats looking impatiently at a stack of breakfast burritos spinning in the microwave, with WilyKit and WilyKat asking if they're done yet. Apparently, looking at a timer on a microwave is too much for at least the ThunderKittens and Lion-O. This feels like a similar opening to Prank Call's. However, this time they show the breakfast burritos right at the beginning, so there really isn't a joke here besides them taking this much too seriously.

Eventually, the burritos are done, but, uh oh, when you take a burrito right out of the microwave without letting it cool, it's too hot to handle! All four of them struggle with this factoid as if they were in that part of the infomercial where the family struggles without the brand new and useful product. They may as well have put this scene in black and white, but instead, it's just color with generic one color backgrounds. Cheetara eventually sprays the others with juice to cool them down, that action not ruining the burritos because pineapples.

What can the ThunderCats possibly do with this problem without scalding their hands in the name of breakfast? Could they just wait for the burrito to cool down? Could they just use a paper towel or a fork?

They do use a fork, but not just any fork. Panthro happens to have that brand new and useful product that solves the ThunderCats' burrito problems. That might not be the best term for that, but I am keeping it anyway. It's the Gravity Fork(TM); it allows someone to pick up a hot breakfast burrito without burning their hands. One can do that with a regular fork, but this one makes the burrito float. I can also assume it makes the burrito safe to eat, since I would imagine being able to burn one's hands and being able to burn one's esophagus isn't mutually exclusive.

They all heavily praise Panthro for his amazing invention, and he tells them it's no problem, because he always plays it cool. Lion-O even gets to tell Panthro he saved breakfast, including him walking to a title card that says "Breakfast Open". That could only mean Panthro is going to lose his cool, and that Breakfast will eventually be closed. Otherwise, that title card would be completely pointless.

Missing from the table is Tygra, who barges in the door and asks if anyone wants to go jogging across Third Earth with him. He was apparently just as interested in the burritos as the rest of them are with his jogging offer, as the ThunderCats only nuked 5 of them. Either didn't want the breakfast burritos, which makes more sense, they only had 5 of them, which will be disproven later, or they decided Tygra wasn't important enough to include in their breakfast plans, which is my guess considering what happens next.

As they eat their burritos, Tygra ends up getting beaten up by someone outside. While Lion-O gets out of his seat and calls for the ThunderCats to help Tygra, the rest of them just say "okay, we'll do it" in a way like, as if saving one of their teammates was just like having to pick up their toys. Yeah, it's just one of the ThunderCats getting beaten up, it's not nearly as pressing as that too-hot burrito problem. At least Lion-O seems to care, though it is odd that he's relatively the voice of reason here. He’s supposed to be the Baby King, but it seems like we're just seeing the Baby Jester's Court here.

That someone turns out to be Vultureman, appearing by himself for the first time. Here, he's using his brand new and completely original Gravity Pincer(TM)! With this amazing new weapon, he can pick up cat-like superheroes without any risk of getting pummeled by a bola whip!

Panthro: Vultureman, this is low, even for you!

Lion-O: Yeah, just because Tygra likes jogging doesn't mean he deserves to get beaten up!

Of course, that's not what Panthro was talking about, because nobody cares about Meg Griffin Tygra. Instead, Vultureman's big crime is that he plagiarized Panthro's idea. At least Cheetara seems to come to her senses in this scene, as she's the one who points out they should be focused on saving Tygra. They rush in, and...

...Pincer Crush, ThunderCats Down, womp womp. Unlike a certain other rebooted superhero group, at least it looks like they kind of tried. Even WilyKit had the idea to come up from behind and throw a smoke bomb, but Vultureman's Gravity Pincer was just too strong. It was so strong, it's even able to crush that puny Gravity Fork, which falls right out of Panthro's pockets when he gets crushed by a door. Carrying eating utensils when going outside is normal, apparently. Victorious, Vultureman flies away using his completely original idea.

Panthro: I can't believe it!

Lion-O: Don't worry Panthro, we'll find a way to stop him!

Yes, they just repeated the joke twice in less than a minute. Of course, Panthro's still upset about the plagiarism. However, there is one thing to ponder: Panthro just invented the Gravity Fork, how did Vultureman come up with such a similar idea? He is supposed to be the genius of the Mutants of Plun-Darr, but there’s clearly much more to this story than a mere coincidence.

Panthro flashes back without terrifying the other ThunderCats with the swishing, and we see that he drew up the blueprint for the Gravity Fork, calling it perfect. He then decided to throw that perfect idea in the garbage, because he wants his ideas to be better than perfect. He ends up making that gravity fork anyway, so I can't see how this makes any sense. Did he make an identical blueprint that's slightly better drawn, making it a marvelous blueprint?

After throwing it away, Vultureman pops out of the garbage and plunders the idea. I'm surprised they didn't go with that; he is a Mutant of Plun-Darr, after all. I'm assuming he's thinking about how Vultureman would have stolen the idea and him just dumpster diving it is not literally what happened, but I can see this silly show's version of Vultureman really thinking putting on that little mask is going to fool anyone.

As Panthro tells himself he shouldn't throw away his ideas, Tygra, who is totally fine after his thrashing, points out that Vultureman is invading the Berbil Village, using the totally cool and much better than any fork Gravity Pincer to destroy the village using the Ro-Bear Berbils. Of course, those Berbils don't seem to mind, because, as shown in this series' first episode, they seemed to have no problem getting repeatedly electrocuted for saying Mumm-Ra. Even the ThunderCats themselves can't help but call Vultureman's new weapon cool, not entirely seeing it as a plagiarized weapon.

Them repeatedly calling the Gravity Pincer so cool even when it's used for evil is certainly taking a toll on Panthro's coolness with the situation. He's less concerned about saving the village than he is about showing that he could make a far better gravity weapon than Vultureman could. He even says that if he wanted to, his version of the Gravity Pincers could launch a Ro-Bear Berbil right into the sun, making that ridiculous expression above. At least that expression has more than two frames of animation.

To help these Berbils, Panthro goes to his room to make something that can disable the Gravity Pincer. After a few minutes, in which Vultureman forces the Berbils to begin building a monument to himself, Panthro comes out with some altered Fighting Sticks that can transform to...

...his brand new Gravity Claws! They're so powerful, they can lift the entire refrigerator and crush it without Panthro needing to use any kind of super strength. This is actually a bit of progression with this plot: this started with Panthro helping out with breakfast, and now Panthro, in his hubris, has completely ruined breakfast by breaking their cooling device. Lion-O exclaims that Panthro killed breakfast, and he has to unhook that "Breakfast Open" title card. I told ya!

They go out in the ThunderTank, as the Paw Garage Door opens...only for the ThunderTank to go out of the Cat's Head's mouth, completely negating any purpose for the garage door opening. Can a joke be so silly, it's awesome?

It's also night time now, even though it was all bright skies just a scene ago. There was no indication that him inventing those claws took hours. A day-to-night transition would have really helped here. They make it to the Berbil Village, which had already been ramsacked, and Panthro takes to take Vultureman on himself. He really wants Vultureman to admit his transgression, after all!

Not only does he not admit his transgression, his giant monument, the one that was mentioned but not seen earlier, commemorates that he invented the Gravity Pincer. This shows that he does share Panthro's pride of inventing things, even if he didn't entirely invent them from scratch. This does make Panthro look a little less ridiculous. Emphasis on "little".

Using one of the Ro-Bear Berbils, he even decides to put a giant TM right next to the name, because, in his words, he wants to prevent his ideas from getting stolen by copycats like him. That's a double insult; it's a lie and it's a pun on his race!

If Roar can give us nothing else, at least they can give us a decent fight scene, as Panthro's Gravity Claws are matched up with Vultureman's Totally Original Gravity Pincer. No, really, I really like this fight scene: it shows. In fact, they seem to be evenly matched, with even WilyKit remarking:

WilyKat: I can't tell who's winning.

It's fine; not every battle needs to be one-sided, especially not like the Vultureman battle in the beginning. One of the shots even has him snap his fingers to turn the rock shards into pebbles. Yeah, Panthro's essentially has the Infinity Gauntlet, except it only has powers on space and there's two of them.

Just as soon as it looks like Panthro's getting the win, the Pincers start to work again, moving a giant ball of lava. He then uses the nearby lake to cool that molten rock into a regular but still really, really hot rock. He splits that rock in half, and decides to do the same to the pincer after Vultureman calls it an amateur move. I almost thought he said, "dammit, you", but that's what he actually said. The fight is over!

Except it isn't, as Panthro still wants Vultureman to admit that he stole nifty lifting things, so he would get nothing. He lost, good day sir! However, Vultureman just doesn't want to admit it, so Panthro does what any inventor who hasn't completely lost his cool would do...

Panthro: Oh yeah? Let's see what the moon thinks about that!

This is shown to alter the gravity of Third Earth, as the Ro-Bear Berbils, the ThunderCats, a nearby waterfall, and even a mountain starts to float in the air. I'll admit; this part is actually pretty well animated, too. I guess that's why they weren't drawing backgrounds in that "too hot burrito problem" scene; they were saving money for this.

Vultureman, and the rest of the ThunderCats for that matter, tells him to stop, but Panthro says that he can't. Vultureman starts to cry at this, drawn as ridiculously as possible with him sobbing waterfalls, saying it wasn't worth the possible destruction of Third Earth just to steal Panthro's ideas. He finally gives Panthro an apology, knowing his and Third Earth's life will probably end about ten seconds later.

And, in ten seconds, he just easily puts the moon back in orbit, revealing that he was just lying about not being able to reverse his big mistake. The mountain and all the Ro-Bears fall down too, and the latter are still smiling even if Panthro was destroying Third Earth just to get an apology. They never seem to care about anything, really; they care about as much about what's going on around them as the ThunderCats seemed to care when Tygra was in danger.

There's another The End title card, or just END in this case, coming after Panthro didn't get any flack for his actions whatsoever and him learning absolutely nothing. Sure, he almost destroyed the planet, but at least he didn't steal anything!

How does it stack up?

We get another neat fight scene with two people who can alter gravity with some pretty cool and decently animated scenes. Even with some of the more silly bits, like the entire opening where everyone except for Panthro has forgotten how to enjoy microwavable food, the plot that surrounds it isn't that bad either.

I'm not going to dock this episode for being over-the-top, as that's kind of the entire point of this episode: Panthro taking things way too far over something so minor, and at least Lion-O seemed to be aware of this at some point. There's no real progression with that, from beginning to end, Panthro's totally cool with everything he did. The best I can say for this episode is that it's like Boggy Ben, but it's not as irritating as Boggy Ben. 3 cats.

Next, the Warrior Maidens arrive, and they sure aren't going to knock on the door first.

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