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antifacountryfella · 2 years

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before i write the rest of this post i want to make one (or two? maybe even 3 idk i didnt pull out my calculator or anything) things VERY clear; I LOVE this new(ish) crop of Springsteen-core bands (punk rock bands that either are directly influenced by the Boss or they cover many of the same things. i.e. driving on the highway while reflecting on our poor economic situation, working shitty jobs to barley pay rent while reflecting on our poor economic situation, being madly//hopelessly in love with someone very pretty while reflecting on our poor economic situation, etc.) I also LOVE Bruce Springsteen. his first SEVEN albums are all masterpieces.

ok. that being said:

recently Bruce appeared on the song "Chinatown" song by the band Bleachers. if you aren't familiar, it's like an electronic-y kinda song with heavy nostalgia vibes. lyrics include things like: "Get in my backseat, honeypie And I'll wear your sadness like it's mine" and "But a girl like you Could rip me out of my head Black tears on your cheek I want them in my bed I'll take you out of the city Honey, right into the shadow" and finally: "I wanna run I wanna run I love to chase every feeling I wanna run"

"okay Jewish Nick Miller" I hear you asking "what point are you making? all you've done is tell us that you like The Gaslight Anthem and then post some lyrics to a song that isn't even by that band" to which I would respond: you clearly need to go back and reread my post because I said I LOVE tGA. but ok, here is my point:

Chinatown by Bleachers is more of a descendant of Springsteen's music than the Gaslight Anthem, the Hold Steady, Titus Andronicus, or any other orgcore band (AGAIN, I love all these bands; they are all top ten bands EASILY) Why do I say this? Simple, it comes down to the style of music they play. Bruce played a mix of rock n roll, r&b, motown, soul, and occasionally folk. These are all genres with mainstream popularity at the time; (early 70's to mid 80's) in the case of motown and r&b they are also genres associated with a fun night out, dancing, etc. Now take the orgcore bands; the genres they pull from (punk rock, 60s/70s rock, pop punk, hardcore/melodic hardcore, soul, folk) are not popular in the mainstream.* They ARE generally associated with going to to drink and dance** and have a good time, but a random Tinder*** date would prolly be more interested in having a singalong to Sweet Caroline or Just a Friend than some hXc anthem about friendship and betrayal. anyways;

I can't speak for the rest of Bleachers catalog (the only other song i kno by them is a modern-rock-dance-electronic[???] kinda song, which doesn't bode well for my thesis if im being honest) but the song "Chinatown" does not have the problem the orgcore bands do. instrumentally the songs has more in common with electronica and hip hop than it does the Ramones and Lifetime. take a listen to top 40 from the past decade or so- our most popular pop songs take their instrumental cues from the same genres. Also, these are genres that people go out and party to. Now, this music on Chinatown is definitely more subdued and bleary-eyed than an LMFAO**** song or whatever, but that isn't the point. Bruce has soooo many songs like this- Lost in the Flood, Backstreets, Independence Day. But you already knew that, that last point there was just to answer the most pedantic person in the world. We've already covered the lyrical content, so bada bing bada boom. now you know why i think that Chinatown has more in common with Bruce Springsteen's heydey than org//springsteencore bands (59 Sound by The Gaslight Anthem, The Monitor by Titus Andronicus, Boys and Girls in America by the Hold Steady, Celebration Rock by Japandroids, On the Impossible Past by Menzingers. all fantastic albums. seriously some of my favorite albums of all fucking time right here)

yes i know, pop punk is popular. you know what i mean.

** slam dancing and skanking count as dancing!! its all i can do!

*** total tangent here but I ALWAYS think its spelled 'tindr'

**** christ, I'm old

#bruce springsteen #orgcore #bleachers #gaslight anthem #titus andronicus #hold steady #japandroids #menzingers #punk #punk rock #skate punk #springsteencore #melodic hardcore #folk #folk punk #motown #r&b #rock & roll

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tubby-titans · 2 years

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“So do you recognize any of these men?”

“I was dazed in the bathroom so I didn’t see their face but I heard them. They were singing along to the music at the bar. I think it was that song, I want it that way.”

“Backstreet Boys. Im familiar. Ok. Number one could you please sing the opening to I want it that way?”

“Really? Ok. You are my fire.”

“Number two keep it going.”

“My one desire.”

“Number tree.”

“Believe when I say.”

“Number four!”

“That I want it that way.”

“TELL ME WHY!”

“Ain’t nothing but a heartbreak.”

“TEEELL ME WHY!”

“Ain’t nothing but a mistake.”

“Now number five.”

“I never wanna hear you saaaay.”

“WOO!”

“I want it that that way!”

“Ah chills literal chills.”

“It was number five. Number five killed my father.”

“Oh my god I forgot about that part.”

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artsyshitshow · 3 years

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More meme

tELL ME WHYY

#yes.#aint nothing but a heartache #backstreet boys im familiar

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that-catholic-shinobi · 4 years

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Lila: so I didn't see his face, But I heard him. He was singing along to the music at the bar.

Handler: Do you remember what he was singing?

Lila: I think it was that song,"I Want It That Way."

Handler: Backstreet Boys. Im familiar. Number one, could you please sing the opening to “I want it that way.”

Luther: Really? Okay. ♪ You are... My fire ♪

Handler: Number two, keep it going.

Diego: ♪ The one... desire ♪

Handler: Number three.

Alison: - ♪ Believe... When I say ♪

Handler: Number four!

Klaus: I want it that way

Handler: ♪ Tell me why! ♪

Hargreaves Siblings: ♪ Ain't nothing but a heartache ♪

Handler: ♪ Tell me why! ♪

Siblings: ♪ Ain't nothing but a mistake ♪

Handler: ♪ Now number five ♪

Five: ♪ I never want to hear you say, I want it that way ♪

Handler: Ah, chills! Literal chills.

Lila: It was number five. Number five killed my parents

Handler: Oh, my God, I forgot about that part.

#the umbrella academy #tua #diego hargreaves #five hargreeves #tua spoilers #tua season two

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megalony · 4 years

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Arrested

This is a murderer! dad! Ben imagine that I hope everyone will like, feedback is always appreciated.

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Murderer! Ben masterlist

Summary: Ben gets arrested again at their new home in front of their boys but he assures (Y/n) and their sons that he’ll be back by morning.

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"What are you looking at, baby?" (Y/n)'s eyes found themselves glued to her younger son who was kneeling on the foot rest which was propped up in the centre of the bay window. The foot rest was primarily where it was so that the four year old could stare out of the window without trying to kneel on the table that resided there a few weeks ago. Ben swapped them round as not to have Briar falling off the table again.

(Y/n) didn't quite know what it was, but Briar seemed to have a fascination with looking out the window. He liked staring at the willow tree across the road and he could faintly see the duck pond further across the street.

Walking through the rather small but quaint living room, (Y/n) sat down on the foot rest next to Briar, brushing his blond locks out of his eyes as she smiled tenderly at him. There was always a faraway look in Briar's eyes that captured (Y/n)'s attention, he was such a quiet child but there was always something happening in his mind.

When he didn't answer her right away, (Y/n) reached out and pulled on the white lace hanging from the top of the window. With the path being so close to their front door and window, they had drapes hanging over the window with patterns in the lace so that no one could properly see into the house for more reasons than one. (Y/n) pulled the rather itchy material to the side so she could better look out of the window like Briar was doing but when she realised what he was staring at, her blood ran cold.

The all too familiar sight of two police cars were the main attraction that had captured Briar's attention and thankfully, he didn't seem upset or too panicked by this new sight.

One car was parked across the road, obscuring the view of the pond a little further over in the distance, but the other car was right in front of their house meaning this was no mistake or false alarm. They were here for Ben.

"Go to your room." (Y/n) stood up a little too quickly for her head to comprehend but the heavy feeling in her head was overcome by the desire to panic. Her hands swooped under Briar's arms and picked him up, setting him down on his feet before she nudged him in the right direction, needing him to be out of the way.

(Y/n) followed swiftly after Briar out of the room but as the young boy turned right and tried to hurry up the stairs, (Y/n) turned left and headed into the kitchen where she knew Ben would be. He was where she had left him ten minutes ago, stood leaning against the sink, expertly wrapping a roll of white bandage tape around his right knuckles. Each swirl of the bandage around his hand effectively covered up the four tattoos that were placed over each of his knuckles and it was surprising for (Y/n) to see her husband without at least one ring on any of his fingers.

He was wearing his usual high-waisted trousers that covered his hips but no t-shirt, exposing the rest of the tattoos he had spread variously over his skin. They weren't extensive but he did have a few, one noticeably at the back of his neck which Archie was fascinated with, especially now Ben's hair was shaved at the back of his head.

"What's up?" The words came out obscured due to the bandage that was clasped between Ben's teeth, tearing through it like a wild animal.

"The police are here, again." (Y/n) couldn't help the malice in her tone and for some reason it angered her when Ben's eyes briefly widened before suddenly closing as he sighed. It was like she had just told him that her annoying sister was here unannounced, not the police who were most likely here to arrest him.

"Fuck." Ben threw the leftover roll of bandage onto the counter next to the sink, running his better hand through his hair as he tried to think.

"This will be the third time they've come out to arrest you Ben and we've been here six months! Please tell me they won't have anything on you." (Y/n) almost jumped out of her skin when a sudden but very abrasive knock sounded on the frosted glass of the front door. The sudden noise causing her hand to move to her stomach that was in knots when the baby started to move from the shock. She could see the black and vibrant neon green colours of the uniform through the glass and she knew there would be some kind of gun or weapon in their hands when they entered the house.

It was no secret that they moved a lot and that the reason they moved was because of Ben. If the neighbours found out the reasons why Ben was arrested they would become suspicious and the amount of times Ben came and left in the dead of night or had his workers coming to the house was more than enough reason for neighbours to shop them to the police.

Whenever they moved, they tried their upmost best to try and be normal and seem like a lovely family but the charade usually died out after the first month or so. But (Y/n) liked this house, she was really beginning to love living here and it was the best one they'd stayed in so far. The boys loved this house, it was convenient for Ben going to work at the club and close for (Y/n)'s work and the boy's school. But if this kept up for much longer they would be moving again.

"They'll have nothing on me, I'll be out by morning I promise-" Ben cut himself off when the same loud, obnoxious knocking sounded at the door, showing they were clearly getting impatient when they shouted that it was the police as if they didn't already know who it was at the door.

(Y/n) felt Ben's hand on her lower back as he followed her out of the kitchen and down the hall, they couldn't have the police breaking the locks to get inside like they had done at their last house. But panic shot through them both when they saw Briar standing in the middle of the stairs, debating whether to go back up or go down. When he saw Ben, his mind was made up and he wobbled down the steps until he reached Ben whose eyes were full of panic and anger, he didn't want Briar to be down here with the police because they were never calm or nice when they barged in.

Leaning over, Ben scooped Briar up into his arms and (Y/n) caught sight of Ben whispering something to him as he bounced their youngest boy in his hip before (Y/n) opened the door.

She had the knack of this down to a T now, twist the key, grab the door handle loosely and run backwards whilst opening the door so she didn't either get trapped behind the door or taken in the stampede of officers who never once came in politely. They didn't look at her and silently ask her to move or for them to be allowed in, they didn't weave around her or give her two seconds to get out of the way. They barged in, pushed her to the side and mowed her down to get the man they wanted that never ended up in their custody for more than three days at a time.

(Y/n) rested one arm over her stomach like she was protecting the baby from them as her other arm moved so that she could bite her thumb out of nervous habit.

The first time this happened was the worst.

She'd known, she'd always known what kind of things Ben got up to and she turned a blind eye because she loved him and she couldn't change who he was. But the first time the police stormed into their home to arrest him was the one (Y/n) had nightmares about. It didn't dawn on her that Ben might be arrested at home, anything he did was always connected to the club and not home life so she simply assumed the police would look for him there.

But when they stormed into the first house they had together and arrested Ben, (Y/n) didn't know what she was meant to do until he came home the next evening. It had been nerve-wracking to be nineteen with a newborn and to have her boyfriend taken away in handcuffs.

(Y/n) leaned her back up against the wall, her eyes locking with Ben's when he turned to look at one of the four officers here to arrest him who took the bold move of standing in front of Ben.

"Mr Hardy, we have a warrant for your arrest." The officer speaking couldn't have been more than twenty-two but looked nineteen and his inexperience showed greatly in his eyes and expression. He tried to speak with the air of confidence Ben owned no matter what he was saying and when the young boy had to look up at Ben because of the height difference, he was nearly shaking in his shoes.

The young boy swallowed visibly when Ben quirked a brow at him and his upper lip twitched like he was between snarling and smiling down at him. He jumped when Ben reached out with his free hand and took the warrant from his hand so he could read it over for himself.

Ben had been rather lucky and sneaky the last time they arrested him with a warrant instead of no reason at all because the warrant had the wrong name on it. It had been a name Ben used for his backstreet deals so when he showed them his drivers license, they couldn't arrest him.

But he knew this time around they would have his name and address right and they seemed to have some kind of evidence on him that he would undoubtedly be able to swing his way and get himself out. Ben had all sorts of tricks up his sleeve that he kept for rainy days like today, there was no way he would be charged with anything and if this was about what he thought it was, Ben had committed that murder over a month ago. It had taken them that long to find something connecting him to the murder so the chances were they didn't have all that much on him.

When Ben dropped the warrant on the floor (Y/n) looked at him warningly, wondering if he was about to start a fight or resist but he didn't. He sent her one of his signature smiles that made her hold her breath in anticipation. She watched as he gently set Briar down on the stairs, urging him to go up but he stood paralysed, watching too as Ben moved over to where officer Lee stood. He was the one who was always trying to arrest Ben and get him sent down for something and Ben was playing on that right now.

He was joking, he wasn't taking the arrest seriously at all. When he reached officer Lee, he held his hands out in front of him with a sickening grin that made Gwilym want to punch him. But knowing he couldn't do that, he grabbed his cuffs and roughly clipped them over Ben's wrists that didn't even make him flinch.

"Boys..." (Y/n) glanced up at the stairs before she moved over to where Ben was standing, their eyes locking once again.

(Y/n) could see Archie and Owen stood halfway up the stairs, not wanting to be obvious in their observations but also not wanting to stay in their rooms when they knew something was happening.

"Upstairs now. I'll be back in the morning." All of the boys seemed to flinch at Ben's tone and the look in his eyes urging them to listen to him and go back up out of the way. Owen and Archie seemed to disappear very quickly but Briar stayed where he was for a second longer, looking at Ben whose eyes softened at his youngest to try and show him it was alright.

There was some kind of confliction in Briar's eyes before he moved until he could latch himself around Ben's legs like a leech not wanting to part from him. If it were Archie or Owen doing this Ben would have told them off or quickly detached them from him but with it being Briar he couldn't. Briar was quiet, he was anxious and he was distant and sometimes he didn't quite see or understand what was going on around him and Ben was the one he wanted to be with to calm down.

Pulling away from officer Lee, Ben bent down until he could hook his cuffed wrists over Briar's head to allow him to hug his youngest boy to his chest.

"I won't be long buddy, you gonna look after your mum 'til I get back?" Ben whispered the words quietly before he moved his arms down in order to pick Briar up. His eyes shot warning glances at the officer who took one step closer like he was going to take Briar off Ben but he stopped at the dangerous look in Ben's eyes. Ben wasn't going to hurt his boy or make a scene or use him as leverage, he had already let the cuffs be placed on his wrist, he wasn't about to resist arrest now.

(Y/n) quickly leaned over and took Briar from Ben when he moved his arms over to her after kissing Briar's temple to calm him down.

As bad as it was, this wouldn't be the first time any of the boys had seen Ben be arrested and it most likely wouldn't be the last. They had no idea what Ben got up to or why he got arrested but every time he came home either the same day or the very next morning, they were just told some lie about Ben getting away or being clever or the police getting it wrong.

(Y/n) leaned against the banister, looking up to check the boys had gone before she felt Ben leaning close to her. The words 'usual routine' were whispered in her ear and she nodded before the officer pulled on Ben's arm to get him to move. (Y/n) knew what he meant, she had to go out to the shops or take the boys out as usual so if the police were watching, they would see her. Staying cooped up in the house would suggest (Y/n) was worrying about the arrest or could suggest she was packing things ready to scarper. But going out showed she wasn't that worried and was getting on with her day and it would give Ben a little hold over the police if his family still acted normally and like he would be back by morning, which he should be.

A smile played on Ben's lips when officer Lee walked him out the door without even letting him put a shirt on first and that smile was agitating the officer a lot more than he was letting on.

Just as they walked out of the gate, Ben turned his head to look over his shoulder and flashed his teeth when he saw the neighbours on the right side peeking out of the curtains to see what was happening. This wasn't a bad area, the police didn't usually come round here and Ben and (Y/n) kept to themselves. Seeing him being carted away by the police wasn't something they would have imagined.

Seeing the tattoos covering his skin wasn't the best thing either because (Y/n) knew the neighbours were like their old ones, tattoos meant trouble or thugs to them and Ben fit the perfect image of a criminal in their eyes.

The moment Ben smiled at them they disappeared back behind the curtain as if they were never really there and when Ben wandered his eyes to the doorway of his and (Y/n)'s house, he smiled at (Y/n) who was stood leaning against the door frame with an anxious look in her eyes. He could almost see her shiver when he winked at her before he was almost pushed into the police car in front of their house.

He wouldn't be long.

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Climbing out of the car, Ben rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows as he walked past the gate and up to the front door. He hoped (Y/n) hadn't gone out anywhere or he'd have to get Joe to give him a lift to the club and wait for (Y/n) to come home. Ben had no time to grab his phone or his keys yesterday when being arrested. But (Y/n) would have known this so he doubted she would have gone out anywhere.

Just as Ben reached the front door and found that it was unlocked, he stopped still when the neighbour's door suddenly opened and he was looking at the slightly older woman he had seen watching him yesterday when he was arrested. Ben didn't know her name because he didn't interact with any of their neighbours. He would smile sweetly and say hello on the odd occasion but it was (Y/n) and the boys who talked to them and put up the act of a loving family with no problems.

They usually just said Ben was busy working and it always worked.

"Mornin'." Ben smiled at her like he'd just won some sort of game that she didn't even know she was playing and his voice and appearance clearly surprised her, she wasn't expecting to see him there when she opened the door to put the bins out.

"Hello." She eyed Ben up and down warily with a scrutinising gaze but his smile never wavered and it clearly unsettled her. She watched Ben open his front door and she looked like she was debating saying something else or getting on with the task at hand. But she let out a sigh and turned in his direction, looking at him over the small fence separating the houses. "I saw you being taken away in a police car again yesterday, leaving that poor girl and those kiddies shaken, especially the little one."

"I know, I put in a complaint this morning at the station." Ben leaned his head back to peek into the house when he heard footsteps before he bent down to pick Briar up when the four year old silently barrelled over to him.

Ben wasn't stupid, he knew the neighbour was implying Ben wasn't the nicest person and it was him that had scared his family but if (Y/n) wanted to try and keep up their spotless image and not let the neighbours know what he did, he wasn't going to go against that.

"Bail, is it?" She spoke quieter when she noticed that Ben now had Briar in his arms but there was a disapproving tone to her voice and in her sneering gaze. "Cleared of any charges."

Ben was about to head back inside with Briar but he stayed where he was when he noticed something in her eyes and the way she looked like she was going to say something. Her lips curled in distaste at his words that she clearly didn't believe.

"Really... why arrest you then?"

Such a smirk came onto Ben's face that set the woman on edge and made her take a step back into the doorway of her house for safety as Ben took a step closer until he was on the threshold of his own home, ready to go inside. He could see she was nosy and disapproving and it made him glad he didn't know or speak to her. It also made Ben sure that he would be winding her up in the near future.

"They arrested me for murder. You can't do anything these days without them knowing." Ben spoke quietly at first but he could already see that Briar was drifting off in his own world. He flashed a toothy grin at the woman before he went inside and shut the door behind him.

He was telling her the truth, but how was she to know that?

#ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #ben x reader #dad! ben #imagine #BoRhap #gwilym lee #murderer! ben

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tytrack · 4 years

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yeah, we just have to hold on until their moment passed. because it will. the beatles had their time, the backstreet boys had theirs, and so did 1d. behind the scenes will eventually see thr end of their reign too, sooner than later if the fandom continues to be as toxic and delusional as they are. they’re the hot thing in the west right now because they brought something different yet familiar enough. but the fans have annoyed enough people from different groups that the general public will move on as soon as someone with something a little flashier shows up.

yup lol although i wish we didn’t have to bide with time like im fine with them in the limelight it just sucks that the fandom has morphed into something that cult like. like it was genuinely nice to see them achieving recognition and awards, but their fans just make the whole thing unbearable

#replies #anonymous #discourse tag #no idea what could be the flashier thing after them.....like who even knows what will be the next ‘moment’

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ihateitheredude · 4 years

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taking the backstreets chapter 2

pairing: Steve Harrington and Billy Hargrove

Summary: leaving this shithole town will be harder than expected. maybe.

Authors notes: I’m so sorry this took so long but im kinda proud of it so uhh yeah.

As I pull up to the motel I see Steve sitting on the sidewalk puffing a cigarette and leaning against the wall, backpack in his lap. He looks so pretty just sitting there hair disheveled and shirt messily tucked into his tight jeans. It isn't until I'm right in front of the sidewalk that he opens his eyes to look at me . the bambi brown eyes looking into my ocean blues with a look that i could only describe as exhausted determination. The eyes close for only a moment, allowing me to regain my senses from his transfixing stare. He pulls himself off the ground, slings his bag onto his shoulder and stumbles to the passenger side.

Steves halfway in the car when I break the tensed silence with a chuckle “careful pretty boy” his tired eyes snap to me with a simple “lets get this shitshow on the road” behind the fatigue in his eyes lives something else, an excitement of sorts. I have half the mind to ask about before he leans over and lands a sloppy,playful kiss to the side of my mouth. I look at him with a smile. Different from the ones I shoot to Karen wheeler and her gaggle of dissatisfied wives, but one that's genuine and heartfelt. It feels almost strange on my face, I’ve gone years without smiling like that but this boy with bambi eyes and sleepy smiles makes all those memories seem like they’re from another lifetime. If he were to find out I would truly be fucked.

We start our journey to california with a rev of the engine and a middle finger to this shithole town that's fostered fear and prejudice in one too many people. My thoughts are interrupted by Steve's hand finding my own. His long fingers lace with mine and he starts to rub little hearts into the back of my hand with his thumb while humming along to the Fleetwood Mac playing softly from the speakers. “Y'know when I was growing up I always saw myself growing old with a nice girl having two kids and living the exact same boring life as my parents. Little did I know I'd be running off to California to start a new life at the ripe old age of 19 ``I looked at him expecting to see some sort of regret, even a tiny sliver but all i saw was a look of giddiness when i looked deep into his gorgeous brown eyes. “What am I not nice enough for you stevie?” I tease. He smacks my shoulder and leans his head back with a smirk “maybe i didn’t want that nice girl. Maybe I wanted an asshole of a boy to y'know make life interesting.” this puts a smile on my face. “I think I found him” he follows up.

We’re almost in the clear when I see the familiar police cruiser on my tail. Not wanting to start this trip off with a police chase I pull over trying not to freak out. Hopper pulls up behind me, gets out of the truck, and walks over to my window with a questioning look on his face. “Hargrove what are you...Harrington?” he looks at me then at steve then back to me “hopp-” “what the hell is happening here?” That's when he spots the backpacks at our feet, a look of realization crosses his face. “California?” he asks and it takes me a solid minute to figure out what he means “oh yeah california. We’re headed to california.” he looks at us again. “You two are headed to...California...together?” we both nod beforw he takes a step back and laughs saying “damn ok i knew something weird was going on with the both of you but i guess i should have known.” steve pipes up with a soft “please don't tell anyone” hopper shakes his head and tells him he wont before turning to me and telling me that “I will be telling your sister..” before i can protest he finishes with “she deserves to know” and i can't disagree. He finally starts to walk away before stopping one last time, writing a number on a pad, and handing it to me telling us that if we needed anything to not be stupid but to call him. With that he turns and gets back into the cruiser and we’re off into the night.

We’re out of hawkins by about 100 miles when my heartbeat starts to pick up and my breathing gets a little heavier. My telltale signs of a panic attack start to make themselves known not only to me but my boy sitting in the seat next to me. He turns his head to look at me eyes going wide “baby whats wrong” he looks calm but his eyes are frantic. My words stumb le out of my mouth with no grace “what if she tells him. Steve what if he finds out” he looks at me confused “what if who finds out. Billy calm down.” i take a deep breath and tell him “what if max tells niel. What if he comes after us? What if….what if he hurts you?” at this point tears are rolling down my face. Steve looks at me and smiles “baby she won’t tell him. She won’t because believe it or not she loves you and wants you to be happy.” a small smile starts to creep onto my face. “And you know this how bambi?” he sighs and says “because she told me. We’re gonna be ok. We just gotta get out of herte man” he laughs a soft but breathtaking laugh. My worries are put on the backburner when listening to him but theyre still there. They’ll always be there but i can deal with them later right?

#Billy Hargrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove fluff #harringrove #harringrove fic #jim hopper #stranger things

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ckret2 · 5 years

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Out of all the human music, what do you think Ghidorahs heads would enjoy most?

It took over three thousand words to answer this question and I enjoyed every second of it.

So!

Did you know that dogs can communicate with each other through their pee?

I swear this is relevant to the question.

Dogs pee to mark their territory. And they have an incredibly sensitive sense of smell compared to humans. From a few drops of pee, they can tell another dog’s sex, whether the dog’s in heat if it’s female, whether the dog’s been spayed/neutered, which direction it was traveling, how long ago it was in the area, whether the dog’s stressed or sick…

So if you ask a dog what their favorite pee scent is, what are they gonna say? Probably something relevant to the data they’ve evolved to put into and get out of dog pee. They’re probably gonna say something like “mine, because it’s familiar and means that I’m home somewhere safe,” or “the smell of a lady that’s dtf” or “the smell of stress because I’m an evil dog sadist that relishes other dogs’ suffering” or “the smell of neutered dogs because it means there’s gonna be less fights in this neighborhood between horny dogs” or “i don’t care as long as there’s LOTS of dogs because play pals!!!” Something like that, probably. I’m making this up as I go.

If you ask a human what their favorite dog pee scent is, the answers you get are probably going to be “They have different scents???” or “idk, whichever pee smells the least" or “my puppy’s pee smells different when she’s sick, so, uh, whichever scent is Not That One.”

Ask a human what their favorite kind of music is, or assign a favorite kind of music to a human character, and it tells you something about them. If they say that they like 90s anime themes & JRPG soundtracks, then that’s going to tell you something about them. It’s going to tell you that either they’re from Japan and grew up with that on TV, or they’re a weeb. “Counterpoint: maybe it just tells you that they like that kind of music?” Yeah but where were they gonna stumble on that music if they aren’t either from Japan or a weeb? If they only like the music because of its sound, then they would also be interested in Hasidic Jewish music, right? After all, anime/JRPG music and Hasidic music sound a lot alike:

https://ckret2.tumblr.com/post/187677604232/krakenpocalypse-jewishmagpie-tlbodine

But you never see people say “I like JRPG soundtracks and Hasidic music,” because people don’t like music because of the way it sounds. They like it because of the way it sounds AND because they were exposed to it (you can’t enjoy music you don’t know about) AND because they were exposed to it frequently* AND because they feel at home in a community that values that kind of music AND because that kind of music is accessible to them AND because that kind of music has positive associations for them AND because either they heard a bit of that music and sought out more just like it or because they’re in a place where they were passively exposed to a whole lot of that music… etc etc etc.

(*Fun psychology fact! Understanding certain sounds as “music” is learned, not just innate—if you hear a new song and it immediately sounds pleasantly musical to you, it’s because you’ve heard enough songs similar to it that your brain auto-interprets it as music. Which is one of the reasons why music in genres that you don’t listen to as often might “kind of sound all the same” or “blend together” or fail to hit any emotional chords in you the way that songs in genres you listen to all the time do. It’s not because you found the One True Emotionally Gripping Musical Genre and everyone else is listening to genres that don’t have that emotional punch for some reason; it’s because your brain is tuned, just like an instrument’s strings, to resonate with those kinds of songs, and other people’s brains are tuned to resonate with other kinds.)

I swear all of this is still relevant to Ghidorah headcanons.

So anyway, if somebody tells you that they’re into anime themes and JRPG soundtracks? It tells you either they grew up in Japan or they’re a weeb. If they tell you they’re into anime themes and Hasidic music? Then they grew up in Japan or they’re a weeb, and also they’re Jewish or close with Jewish folks which is why they were exposed to Hasidic music; OR, they’re a tumblr user who was into one of the genres, saw that same hundred-thousand-note post I linked above, and looked up the other genre. If a millennial says their favorite band is Backstreet Boys, that implies something very different about their overall musical tastes—and possibly their social circle, their fashion taste, their TV and movie preferences—than if they say their favorite band is Evanescence. That’s not to say you can’t be a goth-as-fuck dressed-in-all-black purple-dyed-hair vampire-lit-devouring Grown-Up Emo Kid if your favorite band was Backstreet Boys—but it doesn’t correlate as highly as Evanescence does, does it? Someone whose favorite band sings about the light of Jesus filling their soul probably has very different religious beliefs from someone whose favorite band sings about blowing Satan in a cemetery.

And all of those associations are massively intensified if we’re talking about fictional characters instead of real people. Me, grown up goth that I am, driving to work singing along with Evanescence songs and songs about blowing Satan—when I was a kid I had a phase where Backstreet Boys was my favorite band, and what’s that say about me, my personality, and my overall identity? Ultimately, not a lot, except that they were everywhere when I was a kid, I could name four of their songs (more than most artists!), and I thought three of them were pretty good. People’s tastes are varied, weird, pick up strange chunks, and drift around, and it doesn’t always tell you something deep about their character.

But, if you create a goth character but say when they were a child Backstreet Boys was their favorite band, why did you, the writer, assign them a favorite band that goes against their type so hard? What are you trying to say about them? Did something happen in childhood that changed them from the kind of kid who’s into pop (generally perceived in fiction and sometimes reality to mean a person is normal, well-adjusted, optimistic, mainstream, average, boring—or “has good taste” to other people who like pop) into the kind of kid who’s into goth music (generally perceived in fiction and sometimes reality to indicate a person is sad/angry/anxious, pessimistic, counterculture, overtly rejects the mainstream, weird, mysterious—or “has good taste” to other people who like goth music)?

Is it because something sad happened in their childhood and changing their style/music was how they coped? Is it because they met someone important to them who opened their eyes to The Beauty Of The Dark And Macabre? Is it because they were only allowed to listen to parent-approved pop as a kid and chose to dive into the most out-there genre they could find as an act of rebellion? Is it because they became a vampire and that’s apparently just what vampires do? Is it because they realized they were unconsciously faking being attracted to guys because they thought that was normal and picked an appropriate boy band to latch onto, but when puberty was kicking in at age 13 they saw a cute girl with black nails and clothes at the mall and went “hecc im love girls” and grabbed the first album they could find with a female vocalist in similar makeup on the cover?

What’s this character’s backstory? What’s the significance of that decision? Why did you give this character that favorite band? Why did you choose to have this music in this character’s life? Why pop, punk, jazz, rock, metal, rap, country? Why American, Japanese, Indian, Spanish, Arabic, South African? Why that mainstream, or why that obscure? Just the decision to make their favorite artist “Benjamin who plays his guitar at the local coffee shop” versus “Veniamin who plays his guitar in a coffee shop in Greece and puts the videos on YouTube” tells you something about whether they find their Obscure Favorite Artist in the local community or in Internet deep dives (unless they actually live in Greece). All those decisions tell, suggest, or imply something about that character’s position within their surrounding human culture.

That’s the key here: within their surrounding human culture. What music a character listens to suggests a whole lot about the millions of intricate connections they have with their surrounding culture when that character too is a human.

Assign a favorite kind of music to a non-human character, and you say something about them, too. What you say about them, before you say anything else, is “the way that this character’s brain is wired to interpret sound waves into pitch and rhythm is nearly identical to the way that human brains are wired to interpret sound waves; and furthermore, they’re familiar enough with human culture that they know and recognize different ‘categories’ of music and pick categories that they do like based on their assigned similarities versus categories they don’t like based on their assigned similarities.”

And that ain’t something that can be said about Ghidorah.

See I told you all that would be relevant.

To say “Ghidorah likes rock,” you first have to give Ghidorah the capacity to differentiate rock from rap, from country, from Bollywood, from 8-bit chiptunes, from whatever the fuck Tchaikovsky was up to—and even humans aren’t born with the innate ability to sort songs into categories like that. Hell, even humans who are familiar with music have a hard time telling apart different kinds of music the deeper and deeper you get into specific genres. Like, do you know the difference between Electroclash and Filthy Electrohouse? Probably not? Would saying that Filthy Electrohouse is Electroclash with a house kick help? No? What about saying that Filthy Electrohouse is basically the same as normal Electrohouse except that Electrohouse evolved out of House whereas Filthy Electrohouse evolved out of Electroclash? No? Sound like gibberish to you? You probably know the difference between rock and metal, though, even if only vaguely. Try explaining it to an alien who’s never heard either genre before. To the alien whatever you say is going to sound like explaining Filthy Electrohouse because they haven’t got any of the background understanding of the genres to sort them apart.

(And if you want to know more about what the hell is this Filthy Electro French Clash House thing, may I recommend https://music.ishkur.com/# as an absolutely terrifying but very interesting guide to the complete history of electronic music and its subgenres? I like to click on random things and listen to them. The above genres can be found way at the bottom under Eurotrash.)

So the tl;dr is: I can’t give Ghidorah favorite music. Not in a normal “oh, they prefer to listen to death metal/Italian opera/Tibetan throat singing/golden oldies/traditional children’s lullabies” way because all of that, any of that, implies a knowledge of and connection to human culture that not only do they lack, but just imagining asserting a preferred genre/artist like that mentally strains my internal willing suspension of disbelief.

And I had to say all of the above to say that tl;dr because, like, listen. Listen. “I can’t give Ghidorah favorite music” is a boring, uninteresting answer. It’s a lack of information. “I can’t give Ghidorah favorite music because the vast cultural background knowledge necessary to understand music on humanity’s terms is as alien to Ghidorah as the nuances of dog pee smell are alien to humans.” That, that actually says a lot about Ghidorah, and I think that it says something interest.

So with all that said! Lemme tell you what kind of music they do like.

Because they do like music. A whole lot. Lots of music from lots of alien species.

It’s just human music that’s unfamiliar to them. They will gain familiarity with human music—as soon as they gain access to a means to hear human music (and I do have that in the works!)—but the way they interpret and categorize it won’t necessarily have any correlation with how humans do.

Ghidorah’s wired for singing. Loooves singing. I haven’t decided yet whether that’s a natural dorat thing and over time they added in music from other species as they learned it, or if it’s specifically a trick that they picked up after being fused together and needing a way to weaponize their empath abilities. In either case, their singing is tied directly into their empath capabilities. Half of the “songs” they know aren’t “songs” in any conventional sense, but “the sounds that they figured out would interact directly with the way a target species’ brain functions in order to cause whatever emotion they want their target to feel.” I’ve talked about this before in my Ghidorah-as-siren post. https://ckret2.tumblr.com/post/185784244462/ghidorah-as-siren

(Things like that—specific sounds that directly cause emotions in a species due to an instinctive response rather than a learned reaction—are precedented in real life! There’s a certain sound frequency that causes humans to feel fear/panic/dread/paranoia and sometimes hallucinate ghosts, and it’s theorized that this sound might be found at a lot of “haunted” locations: https://www.theguardian.com/science/2003/oct/16/science.farout )

So, when Ghidorah does this?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xA-QJUyBdJU

That’s literally a song, from their perspective. It’s a short song, but it’s a song. It’s a “become afraid and rampage against anything threatening (which means everything)” song. At the end of The Glorious Resurrection of Bouvet Island (here https://ckret2.tumblr.com/post/187594976987/the-glorious-resurrection-of-bouvet-island ) when Rodan is “ whistling a high soothing note” and then they do this:

“It took him a while to notice that the middle head had started copying his whistle, letting out a single endless note at the exact same pitch. Then the other two joined in, turning it into a high, trilling, reverberating sound, an “ii-lii-lii-lii-lii.” The sound got into his head, made him feel like he was floating. Made him feel like he was in the safest place in the universe.”

They heard Rodan making a sound (something like a single long high-pitched bird whistle) which Rodan instinctively knows as a “soothe somebody” sound; they learned the sound, and from it learned something about how Rodan understands and processes sound; and they immediately turned it around and used it to soothe him. When Rodan immediately feels Super Safe, that’s not just because they’re being all nice to him—that’s full-on song-based dorat empath mind control he’s under the effects of.

So a loud trumpeting roar that induces “be afraid and smash things!” feelings is a song. A single high-pitched continuous note that induces “you’re extremely hella safe!” feelings is a song. So far, those are the only two Earth songs they know, because those are the only two songs they’ve got that work on Earthlings. One they composed themselves, and one they remixed from a song Rodan accidentally taught them.

Based on this, the human definition of “music” and Ghidorah definition of “music” are very different. Our music can be included somewhere inside his definition; but his definition is far broader than ours and includes things we’d never hear as musical.

Ghidorah can sing, like, non-mind-controlling songs too. He does do that. Just sing for fun rather than for megalomaniacal world-destroying reasons. Songs composed for normal reasons! All the ones he knows at this point are alien but he could sing them. There’s a mention in the one-shot from Gigan’s perspective that he likes Ghidorah’s singing and wants to expose him to more.

However, he doesn’t have to separate “normal songs that sound like actual music” from songs that can evoke emotions. Especially if the song itself is somehow intended to evoke an emotion, it’s pretty easy for Ghidorah to learn the emotion that it’s supposed to cause and actually weave that into the song itself. Because, generally, if a species goes “ah yes this song should inspire This Emotion,” then they’re likely to include sounds that physiologically/psychologically help induce that feeling in the brain. Humans do it! So if he’s singing a sad-sounding song with sad lyrics, the odds are good that if a member of the species that produced the song hears it, they won’t just think it sounds sad, they’ll be telepathically forced to feel sad.

The songs they most enjoy singing are ones that can make use of all their musical abilities. Of course, they’ve got their voices—and when they’re singing, they tend to go for higher pitch ranges. You ever hear this?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1eogtlyDg4Y

Dude can pull off soprano if he wants. If they do hear enough human songs to be familiar with them, yes, they’re going to sing along with the music—and yes, they’re going to do it even if they don’t know the words, which they won’t, because they’ve probably never heard a human voice except when it’s screaming loud enough that they can faintly pick it up from five hundred feet above. They’re going to sing anyway. Don’t pretend you’ve never tried to sing along with a song in a language you don’t know and ended up going “AAA LALALA DA DADA GSDKLFJGLKJ” as you sing.

But like it’s not gonna be limited to human voices because they’ve been all over the galaxy, what separates a “voice” from an “instrument”? Nothing! They can sing violin & viola parts. They can sing brass instruments. They can sing piano.

You know that their tails rattle? Like rattlesnakes? They’ve got maracas on their tails. They can keep rhythm to music with their tails. Or their feet, if they’re on a hard enough surface that they can tap their claws.

You know this scene? With the wing thing?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhDdXXr9dfQ

Ever heard a tesla coil sing?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-f6GijQXaBI

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ee5evlN8Bbs

Yeah they can do that. Probably with greater actual range than a tesla coil. I imagine it works best on synthesizer music and some electric guitar. Probably other things too that I haven’t thought of, but uh I listen to synthesizer & electric guitar so that’s what I think about when I imagine singing space dragons lmao.

Their preferred music, therefore, is going to be stuff that 1) give all three heads parts to sing, 2) also lets them use their tails and wings, and 3) ideally, gives them some interesting emotions to steal/replicate/inflict on others. Which is very broad! Covers a lot of things, no doubt!

Eventually, yeah, they’re going to probably develop more specific human musical preferences—but the preferences are going to be based on their own alien criteria, and it’s also going to be based on what human music they have access to. At least initially? That means that their musical taste is going to be limited to whatever music they can pick up on AM radio in the Gulf of Mexico just off the northeast tip of Mexico. Which, depending on the exact stations available where the Rio Grande dumps into the ocean will probably mean “the current chart toppers in Mexico & the US” and “extremely local Mexican music.“

It took over three thousand words to reach that answer. I hope you found the journey rewarding.

#reference #writing #music #king ghidorah #ghidorah #godzilla #headcanons #(this is as much about Music Itself and about The Act Of Writing as it is about Ghidorah)#(if u wanna scroll for a while the ghidorah stuff is in there tho)#(like uh... a little over halfway down)#sableghoste #ask #(i didn't edit this because it's bedtime)#(enjoy typos)

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j-notjay · 5 years

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I’m finally going to go through the entire Backstreet Boys catalog to truly settle if N*Sync is better or not.

I’ve heard N*Syncs entire shit but i’ve always gone off the singles for who is better. It’s time to go album for album. Also my new favorite thing to do is get into unfamiliar artist catalogs or should I say getting into artist catalogs that im not fully familiar with.

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themccreeweeb · 5 years

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Julian: So, do you recognize any of these men?

Aki: I was hiding in the bathroom stall, so I didn’t see his face but I heard him... he was singing along to the music at the bar.

Julian: Do you remember what he was singing?

Aki: I think it was that song... “I want it that Way”

Julian: Backstreet Boys, I’m familiar. Okay.. Number 1, could you please sing the opening to “I want it that Way”?

Kasai: Really? Okay... you are my fire

Aki: *no response*

Julian: Number 2, keep it going.

Mangka: The one desire...

Julian: Number 3.

Mamoru: Believe when I say...

Julian: Number 4!

Keiji: I want it that way!

Julian: Tell me why!

Kasai, Mangka, Mamoru, Keiji, Lazarus: Ain’t nothing but a heartache!

Julian: Tell me why!

Kasai, Mangka, Mamoru, Keiji, Lazarus: Ain’t noting but a mistake!

Julian: Now Number 5.

Lazarus: I never wanna hear you say...

Julian: Wooo!

Kasai, Mangka, Mamoru, Keiji, Lazarus: I want it that way!

Julian: Ahh, Chills, literal Chills.

Aki: It was Number 5, Number 5 killed my brother.

Julian: Oh my god, I forgot about that part...

#danganronpa #incorrect quotes #ocs #dr rp #roleplay

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dailyjeons · 5 years

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I remember watching as a teen and they did something really similar with *NSYNC and Backstreet Boys so this what SNL does. They kinda made the camping reference with all the girls having a sleepover on the stage they're gonna perform on, but it would've been better if one the guys from the show participated.

aaaaaaa ok im not super familiar with the show in regards of other boygroups so i guess i miss out on that, thank you!!

Man i used to be a biiiig fan of SNL KR and the SHINee/Jonghyun/SHINHWA skits are amongst my fav clips in kpop... But i can’t support SNL KR anymore cause of that controversy they had where the female comedians felt up on male idols(infinite/b1a4 to name the big ones) as a ‘ritual’ before the show Just Because and never properly reflected on it lol I’m glad BTS didn’t go on the show on earlier days cause they wouldve definitely had the same treatment at less popularity.. And besides that BH barely does Korean promo’s... for better or worse.

#Anonymous

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yoikyuu · 6 years

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how to find real shiro

lance: do you recognize our shiro?

keith: i was hiding in Red so i didnt see his face but i heard him. he was singing along to some music.

lance: do you remember what he was singing?

keith: i think it was that song “i want it that way”

lance: backstreet boys. im familiar. okay

lance pressing the microphone: number 1 can you please sing the opening to “i want it that way”

shiro #1: really?? okay. *singing* you are... my fire

lance: number 2 keep it going

shiro #2: the one deesiiirrree

lance: number 3

shiro #3: beeeelivee... when i saay

lance, smiling: NUUUMMBBERR 4

shiro #4: i want it that way

lance, dancing: teeelll me whhhyy

all shiros: aint nothing but a heartache

lance: TEEELLL ME WHHHYY

all shiros: aint nothing but a mistake

lance: now number fiiiivee

shiro #5: i never wanna hear you saaayy

lance: WOOOOO

all shiros: i want it that way

lance: ahhhggghhh chills. literal chills.

keith nodding and voice breaking: it was number 5. number 5 is my brother.

lance: ohhmyyygod i forgot about that part.

#lance #keith #shiro #voltron #voltron legendary defender #i cant stop laughig cuz im imagining all the shiros behind a glass and just singing

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andremarcusburky · 6 years

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Schrodinger's cat - W.N

A/N: 1. what does intently mean 2. did I use it right 3. did I use the word decisive right 4. im sorry

Plot: So Y/N and Willy are like best friends who are secretly in love (everyone else knows obviously) and eventually Willy makes the move

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His right hand went through your hair to mess it up as he greeted you. It was a thing the two of you did. You had made fun of him for fixing his hair all the time and eventually that turned into you trying to mess it up, which then led to him trying to get back at you. Now it basically meant that none of you could have nice hair around each other.

You jumped as you tried to ruffle his hair back, catching just one side of his head as he managed to dodge most of your attacks. William laughed with a bright smile on his face. He always smiled around you, it was impossible not to. This was why his teammates often teased him, trying to get some new intel. It was pretty clear to them that he was head over heals, yet he never acted on it. You were friends, friends in love of course, but just friends.

“Lets go” he said and wrapped his arm around your shoulder playfully. You’d been watching his practise and now it was time to go have one of your infamous movie-nights.

Once in his car, you delighted him with some of your amazing DJ-ing, Backstreet Boys playing loudly as you sang along. William joined in eventually, giving you a sneak peak of his next cover album. He was real pretty, and a great hockey player, but god that boy cannot sing for shit. You laughed when he exaggerated his movements and gently grabbed your face as he stared into your eyes at a red light. “As long as you love me, baby!”

Even now, in the silliest of moments, just the act of looking into each others eyes made your heart drop and your breathing heavy. Only William had this effect on you. The light turned from red to green and his focus went back to the road. “You know Schrodinger’s cat, right?” he asked.

“Yeah?” his eyes didnt leave the road as he spoke, looking slightly distant. Williams mind was clearly elsewhere, yet it felt like you were somehow elsewhere with him. “I've been thinking about that a lot lately” he said. A laugh escaped your lips at his slightly odd statement. “Okay?”

“Dont laugh” he turned to you with a small grin, once again looking into your eyes for just a second too long before turning back to the road. “Just like.. you know the box and everything. The cat in the box. How you can’t know if its alive until you make the move and open the box”

Make the move. Part of you wished intently that maybe he was talking about the two of you, another part dismissed the idea quicker than William can make a turn on the ice. You stayed quiet, letting him take his time to use his words.

“But making the move is scary, you know? Will you regret making it? Will you regret not making it?” you were genuinely intrigued now. “What is the move, exactly?” you asked, turning to him. His expression was hard and determined, eyebrows scrunched together. He stopped at another red light and turned to you, eyes immediately softening. He looked nervous.

“I dont know” he said while fiddling with his fingers. Williams eyes went to watch the lights instead. “If its a dead or not-so-dead cat then open it because you might save the cat’s life” you started off, deciding to answer his question instead of allowing your mind to think it was some kind of innuendo. “If its something else, like maybe youre afraid of taking an opportunity, then open it. Because failing is always better than never knowing.”

William stayed quiet, distant again. He was quiet all the way home, his mind still somewhere else. You played your music and decided to leave him be for now. If something was bothering him he knew he could talk to you, so you never tried to pressure him into it. It wasn't until he parked the car and turned off the engine that he spoke again. “What if I like someone?”

“What?” you asked, not really making the connection between this conversation and the previous one. “Schrodinger’s cat” he said, eyes locking with yours. He no longer looked nervous, he was determined and thoughtful this time. “What if I like someone, like a girl, and im afraid of telling her because of what’s in the box?”

It was like your entire body split in two and you became two people. One of you was devastated, thinking he’s in love with someone and its not you. The other you felt an ignition of hope and that version of you is probably responsible for the blush that spread across your face. You turned your face away from his eyes and let your hair shield your cheeks.

“Uhm.. I'd say open the box”. William nodded slowly, still watching you. You let yourself meet his eyes and gave him a small smile. “It’s scary, and sometimes you wont like whats in the box, but you still have to try”.

William smiled back before he turned his eyesight to his hands that were fiddling with the car-key. He gave you one last glance along with a warm smile before he opened the car door.

“No, give it to me!” you threw your arms across William to reach the bowl of popcorn he’d stolen from you. He laughed in your face and reached down to your waist to tickle you. A shriek was heard from your lips as you moved away quickly, making a content grin spread across Williams face in victory.

The movie ended about an hour ago, but neither one of you had payed attention to it. You only did when it was really good, otherwise your movie-nights were usually spent talking. The two of you never seemed to have a dull moment. There was always either a topic to discuss or maybe a little gossip to share. If not, you were both silent, comfortably silent that is.

You threw a pillow at him, making him almost drop the bowl to spill the content all over the couch. “You could've spilled the popcorn!” he exclaimed loudly as he turned to give you a fake shocked look.

“If I cant have it, neither can you!” you were laughing as you said it, making him smile as brightly as ever. William looked down at the bowl in his hand, then slowly up to you again. He slowly reached it out to you, letting you snatch the bowl back before you moved closer to snuggle into his side.

You hadn't been able to let go of the conversation you’d had earlier. It was replaying over and over in your mind, so many times that you were now starting to believe maybe you were making it up, that it never even happened.

William wrapped his arm around your shoulder and tilted his head against your neck. You stayed like that for what felt like five seconds, but it was probably five minutes, at least. “Do you really think I should open the box?” he asked, apparently thinking about the same thing as you.

“Yeah” it came out as a whisper as you slowly tilted your head towards him. He was already watching you intently when you met his eyes. The both of you were looking up and down between each others eyes and lips for a few moments before he slowly leaned in, connecting your lips. The kiss was slow but forceful, like it really meant something. You could feel fire igniting in your veins as his hand went to cup your cheek, he moved slightly so he was facing you more and deepened the kiss.

You’d forgotten about the popcorn long ago, which caused you to drop them so you could grab his shirt to pull him closer. The bowl spilled out across your laps, making William break the kiss and look down at the mess.

The grin that spread across his face made your face turn to a deep red tomato-like color. He let a small laugh out before turning back to you. Your face was quickly hidden in his chest to make sure he wouldn’t see the coloring on your cheeks.

“I’ll take that as your way of saying I’m more important than the popcorn” he said with a laugh as he pulled your face away from him so he could meet your eyes. His bottom lip was just slightly puffy and his cheeks were, too, stained with a red-ish color.

William leaned in once more and reconnected your lips, this time it was more decisive, maybe even desperate. You allowed his tongue entrance before letting out a quiet moan against his lips. He smiled into the kiss and pulled you into his lap, making you slowly break away. “The popcorn, Willy” you said as you felt the crunching beneath you.

“I dont give a fuck” he answered with the lowest voice you’d ever heard from his lips. He grinned and pulled you back into another breathtaking kiss, making your chest tighten as you were swept up in the moment. William spread his legs a little and your body moved closer to his. You were basically sitting on his crotch by now.

His hands travelled down to your ass and gave it a firm squeeze, causing you to gasp in surprise. He broke the kiss and opened his eyes as you did the same, your eyes meeting. The both of you were smiling widely when you watched your best friend in a situation you never thought you’d end up in. “That’s one very much alive cat” he joked. You burst into a fit of giggles and hid your face by the crook of his neck.

“Fucking finally!” the new voice startled both you and William and your heads quickly spun around to see a familiar face in the room. "Get the fuck out, Kappy!” William yelled, annoyed by his roommate ruining the mood.

“Weren’t you going to sleep at Annika’s?” you asked as you climbed off Williams lap awkwardly, sure that your cheeks were blossoming worse then ever before. You refused to meet Kasperi’s eyes.

“She felt sick and wouldn’t let me stay over, in case I get it too” Kasperi shrugged his shoulders and leaned towards the doorframe beside him. “If I'd known he was finally going to make a move I would have slept at Auston’s or something, but you know.. good for you guys! We’ve all waited long enough”

William grabbed a pillow and threw at his roommate, making Kappy laugh before leaving the room. “Finally going to make a move?” you asked William. He blushed and looked over at where you were sitting before moving closer and once again pulling you into his lap. “Yeah, I finally did it”

#william nylander #william nylander imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #imagines #leafs #maple leafs #tml #hockey writing #nhl writing

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bangtanhug · 6 years

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Honestly...there are three things which i don’t get about western media x bangtan.

1) Why do they keep saying how crazy our fandom is? Like, I get it - it’s almost Beatlest like but .... Idols or artists in Asia are treated like god, the “craziness”, which they really like to emphasize in our case, is very common there. It’s like when westerns freak out about stuff like: oh my god, putting cheese in ramen is the new trend - when in reality on the other side of the world its a pretty common thing since XY years lol. We’re aware of how huge Bangtan is now, yeah, it’s very unbelievable to think how many records they and our fandome broke but....if you know DBSK, or SUJU or the old artists like H.O.T etc, you know that our fandom behavior is the same. The only thing which is new here is how Bangtan occured in the U.S market since Psy and staed there with increasing popularity - but I wouldn’t call our fandom crazy for that lmao...this just shows, how unfamiliar western media are with the sensation which comes with highly respected artist. I can understand that: “ wow, this is super unreal and woow, how can they be this powerful ?” etc etc - but still, the crazy “attribute” usually has this negative aspect -> like we are uncontrolled animals, who don’t have job and disrespects our artist’s pprivate life ...... btw, bless Namjoon for always protecting us....im so happy how well he manages these questions. ....anyway, still, I think it’s very unpleasant how ARMYs are described as an insane fandom. I know that there are good media too, however the bad ones are heated up by those who are not familiar with Bangtan.

2) I will just say it - I’m so tired of these useless 1Direction comparison. Listen...I was not part of the 1D fever, but there are/were many other boy groups who were/are as impactful as Bangtan or 1D lmao. Seriously, it’s always 1D like this, 1D like that etc etc etc....before 1D there was Nsync fever or Backstreet boys fever or other ones....I’m just personally so tired of these Bangtan x 1d comparisons because they have nothing to do with each other - not to mention they are whole different story!!! Just because both of them were able to gather a big fandom for different! reasons that doesn’t mean that they have to appear in every sentence hand in hand lol

3) Some other western artists/media emphasized how Bangtan is popular because of their good look ( besides talking about our ‘crazy fandom’ since they have nothing else to write...like there isn’t a real biography there with many important stuff...right...) ...whenever I read this I get angry for 2 reasons: I.)Bangtan is so much more than their looks. Okay, I agree - they are handsome men yeah, but would I be here for 5 years just because of their look? - seriously, don’t make me laugh ...They are talented, their songs are relatable and speak to us, they are genuinely nice people who make us laugh and not lastly, they treat their fans like friends. They give us a lot and not just only serve the look like dolls who have no idea about how the music industry works -.-.... II.)This is such a sexist opinion that I’m honestly just boiling from the usual stereotype: girls only like boy groups because of their look...girls are so emotional that they fell for pretty faces, they just care about abs and not real stuff blah blah blah...Just because I’m a girl, thank you for judging me before I even open my mouth or explain myself. it’s like when in a radio show a man said to ariana grande how girls would save their make up when a catastrophe would occure...yeah, because we are girls who have this kind of lame priorities in our life, yeah totally...listen, this is just soooo...ugh, we live in the 21st century and we still have to fight for woman rights, LGBT rights, world peace, environmental protection, mental health acknowledgement etc etc etc....I’m so sorry but I can’t help just roll my eyes while I’m fuming inside.... when will we finally move on, learn from teh past, respect humans for them being human while we look at the bigger picture instead of our selfish desires? and i don’t know, maybe be more open minded? I feel like these people who says stuff like that just can’t get over the box which was made up in their mind, they use the tools from the box over and over again because they are too lazy or too uninterested to replace that box with a new one....

Anywaaaaaaay, back to the point: I know that Bangtan is a “new” sensation to western media but honestly, not really?!?!?!? it’s the second year in row, they should get more information about them and maybe use their words a little bit differently than creating an unrealistic image of us.

But what do you guys think?

#bts #bangtan #bts ot7 #bangtan ot7 #my post

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makubes · 6 years

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(Rock)’S RP plotting sheet

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Mun name: Ray OOC Contact: IMs, discord, and twitter if you’re really up for that

Who the heck is my muse anyway:

I’ll try to be concise and not info dump for 15 paragraphs but basically Tezuka had a recurring cast of characters for his manga known as the Star System and Rock was a main star, meaning he was a character who showed up a lot. He debuted in 1949 as a sweet adventurous detective boy but continued trauma eventually morphed him into a cold, charismatic villain type, first playing such a role in the 1966 manga Vampire and continuing to take on such roles to present day. Interestingly he still gets heroic roles as well. He’s a very experimental character (the others almost always play the same type of character) which is part of what makes him so interesting.

The version of him I play on here is one of my own design, taking elements I liked from everything I’ve seen, read, or at least know a fair bit about and meshing that all together to make something both unique and familiar (to the 2 ppl who know him anyway)

By default my Rock is a vain, self-centered, know-it-all 16yo brat who puts on a public facade of being a sweet boy detective while doing some blackmail work on the side in an attempt to salvage the broken relationship with his adoptive father. Also he demanded godhood from a deity (the phoenix specifically) and for his hubris was cursed for the next 100 lifetimes to always live and die in tragedy, but that’s a minor detail really.

Points of interest:

Things people would notice right away: his snazzy suits, those designer shades, his gorgeous blue eyes if he’s not wearing those, his hair?? idk uh.

Things people might notice while talking to him: his way of speaking: it’s a little off. He sounds very formal and very old. Not like a child at all. A particularly observant person might even notice that it seems insincere. If he’s not bothering with the facade then his ego is pretty much impossible to miss.

What they’ve been up to recently:

No good lmao. I mean I already said it above he’s trying to salvage the relationship with his father but like that involves him doing a lot of crime? He does have more realistic aspirations though like world domination, obtaining all knowledge of the universe, and gaining immortality.

By that though I mean Rock is a very good boy who’s been very busy with his studies and thus hasn’t had time to even think of doing anything bad (not that he would of course)

Where to find them:

Find him at your local bar drinking away his sorrows despite clearly being underage. In dark alleys on backstreets making unsavory deals. Out driving late at night, speeding down the highway without a care in the world, at some stuffy business party making no attempt to hide his discomfort or boredom, as he’s come to know that no one at these events notices or cares. At the mall splurging on cute skirts and makeup to forget about his troubles. IDK there’s more but you know.

Current plans:

IDK I’m just kinda BSing it on here lmao. I do wanna write up a proper bio page eventually as well as maybe actually work on that NPC page I never really made? Also I gotta update my playlist lmao

Desired interactions:

Rock needs to smooch some boys. oK but beyond that I just want more relationships in general? Like positive or negative IDC I just need more cuz rn I don’t have a lot

Offered interactions:

He can be your devil or angle. dsaoifhweiorhtfosd nO BUT REALLY Rock is a super flexible character so if we count AUs then I can offer a lot of different stuff.

Current open post/s:

People didn’t respond to my opens so I stopped making them lmao.

Anything else?:

I’m pretty much online every day but I’m often tired from work and on top of that have an anxiety disorder so I don’t really message people. I’m trying to work on that! But as it stands I worry that I’m annoying people so I’m sorry if it seems like I’m ignoring you! I don’t mean to!

Tagging: @latesco @berlitzed @superel IDK take it!

#im not sure how to tag this one tbh

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