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e-dubbc11 · 7 months

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Song Lyric Prompt with Billy Russo

“Irreplaceable” By Beyoncé 2006

[Chorus]

You must not know 'bout me

I could have another you in a minute

Matter of fact, he'll be here in a minute, baby

You must not know 'bout me

I can have another you by tomorrow

So don't you ever for a second get to thinking

You're irreplaceable

This song made me think of Billy. As much as I love how you write Billy 😍, he is canonically a F-Boy. 🤣

I’m not gonna lie, this was really difficult for me but thank you for pushing me out of my comfort zone, I do need that once in awhile, so I appreciate you. So this isn’t EXACTLY what you probably had in mind because I kinda made the reader a bit of an asshole, an “I don’t give a fuck” kinda girl. She’s a self made HBIC.

Irreplaceable

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: couple of swear words, reader is kind of a player, herself but she’s a little soft as well. Mention of oral sex.

Word Count: little less than 1K

Summary: Reader knows she’s being played but she knows how to play that game too

A/N: I am so old, like I knew what an F-boy was but back when I was young (when dinosaurs roamed the earth) we just called them players so this is a little different than what was asked but I hope you like it anyway!

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

He wasn’t what you expected him to be like…in bed.

You expected him to be selfish, to only care about himself and his needs but that wasn’t the case. He took care of you and your needs first.

Taking you out for a nice dinner, drinks afterwards, and even a little dancing. That was the start of his foreplay, he turned on his charm and flashed that perfect smile at you but you’ve seen it before. You knew his type, very well. He wasn’t the first guy in a fancy suit to get in your pants and he wouldn’t be the last.

There was something about maintaining a relationship that you just couldn’t seem to get a handle on, not that you didn’t eventually want one because you did. But it was easy to drive them away, you were ALWAYS working.

Owning and running your law firm was exhausting but it’s something you’ve wanted since you were young. Your mother had a picture of you when you were about 12 years old, wearing a Harvard sweatshirt, and even at that age you knew you wanted to be a lawyer.

And now you were the top defense attorney in the city and Billy Russo wasn’t the only one with a penthouse. You had one of your own.

You knew you weren’t the only woman he was using his charms on but you let him do it anyway. Why should he get to have all the fun? He should have a taste of his own medicine. Billy thought you were naïve enough to think you were the only woman he was seeing but also didn’t think you were seeing anyone else.

Always getting what you wanted was in your nature, it was in your DNA. You were a woman of status, high class, and appreciated the finer things in life because you worked your ass off for them. A glass of good bourbon after dinner, high end clothes, designer bags and shoes…all bought and paid for by you. What could a man give you that you couldn’t get for yourself?

Nothing.

Sure, the sex was good but you could do that by yourself too. That’s why they make toys. But you preferred sparring with a partner and Billy was good for that. He was really good.

Those long slender fingers of his could make you see stars every time and he could teach a class on how to properly go down on a woman because that tongue of his was a gift.

Letting him think that he was the only one that could do that to you was fun for you though, only because you knew he was using his “skills” elsewhere, not caring who he hurt in the process.

You never accepted a first offer at work or while you play so not asking “how high” every time Billy told you to “jump” was something he wasn’t used to. You didn’t always make yourself available to him every time he wanted to see you.

Why should you?

If you weren’t available, he’d just call someone that was.

“Can’t tonight, handsome. Gotta get some things done.”

But you knew he would continue to check up on you, in case you finished your work early enough for him to take you out for a drink to unwind.

Sometimes you’d let him, sometimes you wouldn’t even though you were finished with your work for the day. But you did really like him.

And one day after many months of casual play, he felt the need to come clean.

“You aren’t the only woman I’ve been seeing, y/n.” He said in a serious tone.

Never breaking eye contact, you sarcastically replied. “You think I don’t know that, Billy? How dumb do you think I am? You’re Billy fuckin’ Russo, handsome playboy CEO. You need a different woman for the different moods you’re in, right?” You said with a furrowed brow.

His jaw dropped and he was speechless.

When he finally was able to string words together, he said, “Well I just thought that we were having a good time together so—“

You cut him off. “Yes, we have been having a lot of fun. I do really like you, but I know who you are Billy Russo because I’ve dated many like you, at least they didn’t try to hide it from me! You think you’re the only man I’m seeing? I gotta lawyer over in Hell’s Kitchen that gives a good tongue fucking too, ya know.”

You put on your coat and picked up your purse. Billy almost looked ashamed like he was sorry, and he didn’t know what to say to you. All he could manage was to gaze at you with his endless brown eyes and run his fingers through his ebony colored hair.

“I do really like you, Billy. More than I’ve liked anyone in a long time but you decided to play with fire so I don’t know why you’re surprised you got burned.” You said, your voice dripping with disdain.

He tried to explain. “Baby, I really need to tell you something.”

But you didn’t want to listen. “Goodbye Billy.”

You walked out of his penthouse and left him sitting on the couch wondering what the fuck just happened. He felt guilty, probably for the first time in his life, for not being honest with you.

He tried not to, he never did this but Billy developed feelings for you and what he wanted to tell you was the reason that he came clean about the other women was because he didn’t want to see anyone else anymore.

He only wanted to see you.

But he blew it, you were gone, and he wondered if you were ever going to speak to him again.

Like you, Billy Russo is also a person that knows what he wants and he wanted you so he didn’t care how long it was going to take, he was determined to make you his…whatever it takes.

More than anything, he desired to be…irreplaceable.

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sodium-chloride-blog · 10 months

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Thought I’d share some of my thought process behind my blue team face hc’s since so many of you seemed to like it so much

I’m absolutely biased since Church is by far my favorite (if that wasn’t obvious enough already), so he probably had the most thought put into his design.

According to the ultimate fanbook, the Director got in a fight with another private when he was in basic training who apparently broke his nose, up until Allison beat up the other guy. It’s not as noticeable in the hc sketches but in most art of Church I try to keep a small bump in the nose because of that. I just thought it was a cool nod to how Church is based on the Director.

Honestly I just can’t help but agree with the combination of glasses, black spiky hair, and goatee as the most widely-agreed upon design for Church. Like yeah, that’s what that crusty screaming blue guy would look like 👍

Compared to Tucker and Caboose, he goes through the least amount of drastic changes, somewhat due to the fact that he isn’t in a human body for very long. I like to think Church in his original AI form resembled a younger Director, maybe in his 20′s or 30′s, and the body they picked for him later just needed to look similar enough that the Alpha AI wouldn’t question it. It’s not exact, finding a perfect match is probably impossible, but I like to think poor Private Jimmy just happened to look enough like a younger Director that he ended up the Alpha AI’s host.

Seeing as Epsilon is based on an AI who’s based on a person, it made sense to me that the details got muddled somewhere down the line like a game of telephone. Since he’s only a fragment, the details aren’t as precise as they were on Alpha Church, hence more straight edges (like a model with less polygons).

Tucker was by far the most fun to work on, honestly. The fandom seems a little more divided on how he should look, but that just gave me more ideas to work with.

I like the idea that all 3 of them started off with shorter, ‘military-approved’ length haircuts which grew out as rvb went on.

Can’t forget Florida’s comment about Tucker’s ‘metrosexual good looks’

After the BGC and Tucker went on to become an ambassador, I imagine he got more confident with his energy sword and himself as a soldier. He’s got a few scars, a little stubble, and he’s grown up a bit, but he’s still good ol’ Tucker. His hair kind of worked perfectly for me to illustrate how he grows and develops as a person, for better and for worse.

In The Recollection Trilogy, it’s grown out a bit, but Tucker still keeps his hair neat and up in a ponytail. He’s still figuring shit out, but he’s doing well for himself.

Then the Chorus Trilogy comes along and BAM, hit ‘em with the depression. Some more facial hair, another piercing, a few more scars, but mostly the eyebags and his hair growing out more. First Epsilon leaving with Carolina, then losing Wash, Tucker had to balance the sudden responsibility of becoming captain to the lieutenants on Chorus along with the stress of losing his friends. He was never the leader, Church was always around 'to take the blame when shit went wrong’, and then Wash took his place. A ton of responsibility is suddenly thrust onto Tucker (bow chika bow wow), and I wanted to illustrate visually that he’s NOT taking it well at ALL.

Not only did his hair get longer, but it’s more disheveled now, hanging lower and not as neat anymore as he struggles to keep everything together.

Finally though, I like to think he eventually felt worthy enough as a soldier, a leader, and as a warrior to shave the energy sword symbol into his hair. I’ve seen a ton of fantastic art where people gave him that, and I loved it, but to me it felt almost like a sign of honor, something that he didn’t feel he was ready for until later into the Chorus trilogy when he’d start getting his foothold and regaining his confidence. Eventually he felt he was ready as he truly became a warrior deserving of the symbol.

Caboose was probably the hardest to pin down. There’s a ton of variation in designs, and I don’t think a single design has really become the most agreed-upon. It took some time to think of a design that, at least to me, felt like it matched his voice and personality.

Just like Church and Tucker, I gave him a shorter haircut for his BGC era when he was still a rookie. I had to ensure he looked friendly enough, so after a little searching around for ideas I settled on curly hair. I imagine he’d probably be a brunette. Real warm vibe.

Shoutout to @picz for the idea to give him freckles, outstanding move.

Of course during the Recollection Trilogy his hair grows out like it does for Tucker since they’re... Not really in the army anymore...? They’re sorta... Doing their own thing, so I imagine no one’s sticking to army protocols for hair length anymore (Except Sarge, obviously. Might make some red team face hc’s sometime too....)

I get the impression Caboose doesn’t outwardly show signs of stress quite as badly as Tucker during the Chorus Trilogy. He’s sad Epsilon left, but he isn’t anywhere near overwhelmed or distressed enough to develop eyebags like Tucker.

His hair has grown out longer, so Tucker or Wash probably tied it up into a ponytail for him.

Of course, Caboose grows up too, so I put some facial hair on that boy, plus a few more band-aids and patches here and there. He’s probably got a few scars by now, but not as many as Tucker since Tucker seems more the type to get up close and personal in combat with his energy sword.

#red vs blue #rvb #leonard church #lavernius tucker #michael j caboose

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maeum-your · 1 year

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↺ did you know...?

pairing: kim sunoo x fem!reader

synopsis: sunoo misses you and can't stop bringing you up in any and every conversation.

genre: fluff

word count: 1.1k

the members were seated comfortably in the car, chatting after a long day of work.

jay sighed blissfully and snuggled further back into his seat.

“i love that belift gave us the opportunity to just work out for an entire en-o‘clock episode.“

“my thighs are burning,“ whined jake. “too many squats.“

“beauty is pain,“ said sunghoon. “eh, heeseung? not dying anymore?“ he nudged the elder boy playfully, who turned as red as a tomato.

“shut up.“

a proud grin spread on riki‘s face. “i totally nailed the squats. steady is better than fast.“

“and then there‘s sunoo who was neither steady nor fast.“

“hey,“ protested the said boy and crossed his arms in front of his chest, “the thing was wobbling way too much. if y/n had been there we could‘ve suffered together.“ he pouted.

jay flexed his biceps and looked at it proudly. “sadly, there weren‘t many opportunities to train my arms. i might just head straight to the gym when we‘re back.“

“did you know,“ started sunoo, “that the word ‘muscle‘ comes from the latin term musculus, meaning ‘little mouse‘? that‘s what they saw when looking at a flexed arm.“

“how would we know that?“ said jungwon. “and how do you know that? did you double check your sources?“

“y/n told me all about it. she‘s so knowledgeable.“ he started smiling fondly.

a chorus of ‘of course‘ echoed through the car. y/n again. the car turned silent, the music on the radio and the soft breathing of the boys the only thing you could hear. the members were all very well aware that once the y/n talk started it was impossible to make it stop.

bts‘s dynamite started playing.

“talking about fun facts,“ sunghoon and jake exchanged glances, “the last time y/n and I heard dynamite on the radio she remembered this: peanuts can be used to make dynamite. isn‘t that incredible?“ he exclaimed full of wonder. “i don‘t remember the exact process but something turns into something which then can be used in dynamite.“

“aha,“ said jungwon. “the beauty of mother nature.“

“very true,“ agreed sunoo passionately.

he rested his head on his hand and looked out the window.

“just like this sunset,“ he went on. “how beautiful it is with all its pinks and oranges. but did you know that sunsets on mars are actually blue? but i think the ones on earth are so much cooler. i miss watching sunsets with y/n, i‘ve been so busy lately. it‘s been too long since i last saw her.“

“why don‘t you write her a love letter if you miss her so much“ it was a sarcastic remark made by riki but sunoo nodded passionately.

“she might like that. i should sent her an e-mail.“

many eyebrows were raised.

“do i even want to know?“ asked jake.

“hyung, you might actually know this but in australia there are people who write love letters to trees. the system was originally set up so people could report if there was anything wrong with the trees but they started addressing love letters to them instead.“

“y/n is a tree. got it,“ teased jay.

sunoo sent a sour look his way. but before he could retort, a loud grumble interrupted the tension. heeseung clutched his stomach.

“god, i’m hungry. we should order something to eat.“

“ooh, I want pizza,“ exclaimed riki.

jay pulled out his phone. “i‘ll order. is domino‘s okay?“

everyone nodded. pizza was always good.

“i‘ll have the korean sweet potato one,“ said sunoo. “y/n likes that one best.“

“on the topic of y/n,“ he began yet again but was quickly interrupted by sunghoon who was rolling his eyes.

“what fascinating other trivia did she tell you?“

“japan‘s domino's used to have a reindeer training program to deliver the food during christmas a few years back but they had to stop because the reindeers were too hard to train. cool concept though.“

after registering the looks of his members, he puffed out his cheeks. “fine. i‘ll be quiet.“

no one protested. jay ordered the pizza and they all spent the rest of the ride on their phones.

sunoo decided to text the love of his life.

sunoo: my love, how are youuuuuu? <3

y/n: i‘m good but i miss you :((((

y/n: how are you doing? ^-^

sunoo: we filmed another en-o‘clock episode! we went to the gym this time

sunoo: i swear I almost died

sunoo: i need to tell you all about it!! it was SO funny

sunoo: do you have time to call in about ten minutes?

y/n: why don‘t we talk now? :)

they were pulling up to their apartment complex now.

sunoo: gimme a couple of minutes to go inside and then i‘ll call you

y/n: you could do that but that would be quite inconvenient if we‘re already talking in person

sunoo: huh?

sunoo: wdym??

sunoo: love??

y/n: look out of the window ;)

sunoo almost dropped the phone when he spotted his dear girlfriend waiting in front of the main entrance. luckily, the car was already standing still because sunoo would‘ve jumped out regardless to greet y/n by spinning her around.

he gave her a quick peck, grinning from ear to ear. her expression mirrored his.

“but how?“ he wondered.

she nodded towards the members who were just now exiting the car. jay held up his phone.

“you were being so incredibly pathetic that I decided to put you out of your misery. i ordered one more pizza too, so enjoy.“

sunoo wiped an imagined tear from his eye. “thank you, hyung.“

jay rolled his eyes but still smiled.

y/n grabbed sunoo‘s hand and they walked inside, swinging their arms. they took off their shoes and left them by the entrance.

“how long until the pizza arrives?“ asked jungwon.

“around ten minutes,“ replied jay.

“perfect. just enough time to prepare my overnight oats.“

“did you know that the first breakfast cereal had to be soaked overnight before it could be eaten?“ y/n asked sunoo while walking towards the couch. “they baked graham flour into brittle cakes, crumbled it up and then baked it all again. it wasn‘t edible at all if it wasn‘t soaked overnight.“

“i didn‘t know,“ smiled sunoo, “but now i do.“

he pressed a light kiss on her nose, then pulled her into a tight embrace.

“i learn so much when i‘m with you.“

a/n: i wrote this during my lunch break and edited it between two classes LMAOO but I actually think it's quite cute

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sev-on-kamino · 1 year

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30 Days of Blossoming Romance (5)

Day 5: Admiring them from afar (prompt list here)

Fives x afab!reader

warnings: none unless you count the dangerous levels of dehydration from being so darn thirsty for Fives 😅

Author’s note: I didn’t even bother with the random generator because it’s day 5, and there’s no way I could resist writing about Fives. I’m weak, ok? Might fuck around and do a part 2 for when they leave the bar 👀

Word count: 903

You had played it cool for as long as possible because Fives was cool. Effortlessly so. But playing it cool had grown difficult the more you let your feelings for him take root. You didn’t want to be aloof or vague. You didn’t want the chase. You wanted to be with him, wanted to be his.

So you’d made your move, laid your cards on the table. Games were fun, but you were done playing. Fives had grown quite serious with you, and for the first time you saw the strength and conviction of an ARC trooper shining through. He didn’t want to play either. He didn’t want there to be a question about where his head was, or where his heart was. Both were hopelessly focused on you.

You sipped your drink, tucked into your booth at 79’s with the other nat born medics and officers, who had ventured out to blow off steam. There was a debate going on between your friends about which trooper was the most attractive. Normally, you’d be in the middle of that conversation, but why debate when the obvious winner, himself, was at the bar, ordering a round for his table?

“Paging Dr. Daydreamer!” One of your friends said waving a hand in front of your face.

“What? What’d I miss?” You asked tearing your eyes away from Fives.

“We were asking who you think is hotter between Commander Cody and Commander Wolffe?”

“Oh, I hadn’t really thought about it. Wolffe’s kinda intimidating,” You said, taking another sip of your drink.

“Ah, and by intimidating you mean he’s not Fives.” It wasn’t a question. That was the flaw in every man. Clone or not.

A chorus of ‘oohs’ raced around the table. Your friends were well aware of your feelings for the ARC trooper, and couldn’t resist teasing you just a little.

“Oh hush!” you fussed, turning to look at Fives as he passed out shots to his brothers. “It’s not my fault. I mean look at him.”

Your friends followed your gaze, and softened a bit. They liked seeing you so smitten, and Fives was easily one of the best troopers to work with.

“And think about it,” you continued, “he’s as kind as he is gorgeous. He just ticks all the boxes and then some.”

You smiled as you watched him, holding court and telling some elaborate story. The way his eyes sparkled, as he gesticulated wildly, no doubt describing a fireball of some sort was captivating. And that damn smile. He could light up any room he walked into with that heart stealing grin of his.

“I can’t believe you’re actually sitting with us, and not draped over him right now,” one of your fellow medics teased.

“I don’t get to see you guys that often anymore,” you said turning to face them, before adding with a cheeky grin, “And I’ll be leaving with him.”

“There it is!” one of the communications officers cheered, downing the rest of their drink.

You looked over to his table one more time, happy to see him laughing and having fun. He looked up and met your eyes, a softer smile. Just for you.

***

Fives was a flirt. This was a known fact just like stars being hot, and space being cold. He didn’t have to turn the charm on, because it was baked right into his personality. With you though, it was so much more than that.

He’d been drawn to you the first time you’d patched him up, mid firefight, eyes bright, gentle yet confident. An actual angel, dodging blaster fire like it was nothing. After that, he’d made every excuse in the galaxy to see you, hoping to charm you into his arms.

The ARC trooper had whipped out his best lines, and your reactions only encouraged him. Your shy giggles when he’d call you beautiful, the vulnerability in your eyes when you had to look up at him because he was so close, and the way you said his name like he was a God. He was so weak for you. He wanted you to be his in every way.

So when you’d made the first move. Laid your feelings bare for him, he’d felt the weight of what was possible with you settling comfortingly around his shoulders. You were trusting him with your precious heart, and he’d be damned if he made you regret it. Finally he could look at you, and know you were his.

And look at you he did. All the time. Every chance he got. Even now, despite the fact that you’d both agreed to meet up at the end of the night, he kept stealing glances at your table. You were stunning as always, wearing a white crop top, and a blue mini skirt. Always sporting his colors.

You were so gorgeous when you laughed, sipping at your drink with a happy little shake of your shoulders. How could he resist?

Mine, all mine, he thought before one of the troopers commanded his attention and requested he tell the story of his latest brush with death. He could give his brothers his attention for now. They deserved it too of course. He’d have all night to focus on you after all.

He snuck in one more look pleased to find you were giving him your attention. He smiled softly, feeling like the luckiest man in the galaxy.

#tcw fives #tcw fives x reader #tcw fives x you #reader insert #arc trooper fives #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #April showers bring May Drabbles #seven writes #blue writes #30 days challenge #tcw fives x fem!reader

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jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka · 2 months

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Hi! 👋 did I mention there was going to be a part 4.2? No? Well here you go anyways have fun!

Pairings: Sam Kiszka X Danny Wagner *this is all the slash ok

Warnings and tags: 18+ ONLY!!! Very adult content, smut including m/m sex, oral, riding, pet names, unprotected sex, a little bit of anxiousness, some choking, attempt at humor, please let me know if I missed anything

Word count: 2.5k

“Why don’t you ever turn the radio on?” Danny questioned as they officially headed back towards the ranch.

“Because it’s an old piece of shit. Good luck trying to find a station to tune it to” Sam replied as Danny reached over and switched it on. Static came through first and Danny worked for a few minutes at slowly and as steadily as possible tweaking the tuning knob. Just as he was about to give up, the faint sound of lyrics and a male voice singing started to come through. He focused harder at twisting his fingers until ultimately he landed on a country station. It was still scratchy, but they could easily make out the song now as the familiar chorus filled the cabin.

I saddle up my horse and I ride into the city

I make a lot of noise ‘cause the girls they are so pretty

Sam looked over at Danny still wearing the black cowboy hat his gran had given him and his cheeks flared red as the song mercilessly continued with its fiddle and guitar company just as the chorus reached its peak.

And the girls say save a horse, ride a cowboy

Everybody says save a horse, ride a cowboy

Danny looked back over at Sam and desperately tried to stifle his laughter as Sam embarrassedly reached over and flicked the stereo back off. “That’s enough of that”.

“Hopefully Jake likes to have the stereo on when he drives. I don’t mind him not being the chatty type because I’m not either, but it’s going to be a long trip if we just ride in silence”. Danny hadn’t even realized he hadn’t told Sam yet that Josh had asked him to go out of town with Jake tomorrow. In fact he kind of just assumed Sam would have known somehow considering this is exactly what he was hired for, not just to keep Sam company, but instead he was shot a surprised look.

“Didn’t know you were leavin’ anywhere with Jake” Sam replied nonchalantly like it didn’t bother him one bit he was just hearing of this.

“Josh only asked me this morning” Danny tried to backtrack, a hidden apology in his tone. “I couldn’t just tell the boss’s boss no could I?”

A smile cracked through Sam’s stoic expression at Danny’s implication that Sam still was his boss before Josh was. It was a simple indication but it meant something to Sam because it related back to their time together. “Well how long you going to be gone?”

“Just overnight I think. Josh said something about getting a hotel room but I didn’t ask much questions”.

“I see, well ah that mean you comin over again tonight?” Sam didn’t divert his eyes from the road ahead of him. He hoped Danny knew what that offer meant, but I didn’t want to just assume anything either. “Cause who knows if Jake’s gotten the heater in the camper fixed yet”.

“Yeah, if you’re offering” Danny replied, also trying not to sound too excited about the idea of spending another night at Sam’s, whatever that meant.

Obviously that meant they’d end up together in Sam’s bed again. Already stripped down to just their underwear as thankfully Sam’s electricity was back on and keeping his house nice and warm. Not that they even needed the heater on because of how hot the room was already getting as they laid tangled up in each other's limbs on top of the sheets, the covers discarded to the floor.

“Aren’t you tired?” Danny chuckled as Sam sucked wet kisses against his neck anywhere his mouth could reach. After the day they’d had it felt good to have Danny right back where he wanted him. Practically naked in his bed again.

Sam shut off his mind the moment they laid down together, his only focus on feeling Danny once more. Connecting with him again the way they had before. His body buzzed with anticipation, already needing to get off with another orgasm as powerful as the one he’d had last night.

“No, are you?” Sam weaned off only a little bit to reply before continuing to nip and lick. Both on their sides, he had one arm folded against Danny’s chest, his palm glued to Danny’s jawline, while the other hand played in Danny’s hair, tugging slightly at the root.

“I was, but you’re trying really hard to get me fired up” Danny’s voice came out in another breathy laugh followed by a long content sigh as he grabbed Sam’s waist and pulled him closer.

Another brief pause, “well is it working?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” Danny gathered Sam's hand from his hair and slipped it between their bodies, guiding it down until Sam was gladly feeling him up. Danny was already straining against his boxers as Sam palmed him through the thin fabric.

The want in Sam only grew when he felt the proof of Danny’s attraction towards him. Sam knew he was attractive and it showed in the way he flaunted it when flirting with others, but with Danny it didn’t feel like he was only physically attracted to him. It felt deeper than that, and although that was slightly tantalizing, it was also rousing as Sam threw his knee up over Danny’s thigh and started to press their fronts together.

“We should rest” Danny tried to rationalize, though he wasn’t doing much to stop Sam. “Two long nights in a row can start taking a toll on one's body”.

“I can handle it” Sam encouraged him, migrating his kisses upwards until they were heatedly locking lips. “Besides, seeing you in that cowboy hat earlier has been doing things to me”.

“Is that so?” Danny smiled bashfully. If he’d known something as simple as that would give Sam this reaction then he would have gotten one sooner.

“I want to ride you” Sam blurt out, already moving to sit up.

“Woah, woah” Danny grabbed his arm and pulled him back down with him. “I meant what I said about taking it easy. You don’t have to do anything, I can do all the work for you. Promise I’ll make you feel good again if that’s what you need”.

“What do you take me for?” Sam scoffed, “just another pillow princess or something?”

“You said it not me” Danny grinned from ear to ear as he reached over to fix the pieces of Sam’s hair that had been tousled.

Though the offer did sound pretty appealing, the idea Sam had gotten in his head today wasn’t going to just go away. He wanted this and there was never much that could deter him from getting what he wanted. “Why don’t you get us started then I’ll take over?”

“I think I can work with that” Danny easily agreed and leaned down to kiss Sam again. Within minutes he was slipping his fingers underneath the waistband of Sam’s underwear and tugging them off. Once they were successfully discarded Danny returned his lips to Sam, only this time his kisses landed against his chest.

“You couldn’t go one night without getting me inside you again?” Danny questioned teasingly as he moved to one of Sam’s nipples, flicking his tongue over the tiny rosy bud.

“Shut up and get on with it already” Sam begged, spreading his legs wider to allow Danny between them.

“But you don’t want me to shut up, do you?” Danny continued taking his kisses even lower down Sam's sternum and across his stomach. “I can tell by the way you react here”. He wrapped his hand around Sam’s throbbing length and brought it to his mouth, licking the smallest bead of precum that was already leaking free. Sam groaned and bucked his hips, wanting more of this sensation.

Danny obliged, wrapping his lips around Sam and immediately taking him as far as he could. “Happy being a pillow princess now?” Danny beamed after coming up for air, spit starting to dribble out from how much his mouth watered for Sam.

Instead of trying to smart off back at him, Sam reached forward and threaded his fingers through Danny’s hair at the crown of his head and pushed him back down effectively silencing him.

With moans starting to fall freely from Sam, Danny popped off only to spit onto his fingers, easily finding his place while he continued to kiss and mouth at his length. He slipped a finger inside and without much work he was already ready for another.

“Okay that’s enough, my turn” Sam huffed, pushing Danny’s shoulders to get him off before he got too worked up.

Trading places Danny watched in amusement as Sam fished the bottle of lube out of his night stand. “Why are those still on? Off. Now”. Sam demanded, pointing down at Danny’s boxers.

He waited impatiently as Danny lifted his hips and hooked his thumbs into the waistband, sliding his last piece of clothing off and letting himself spring free and fall against his lower abdomen as Sam squeezed some lube into his palm. Sam cautiously wrapped his fingers around Danny’s length and gave him a few ginger strokes. He’d been so determined before, but now he was a little bit overwhelmed as he watched the way the pinkened tip on Danny disappeared into his grip and reappeared with each pass of his fist.

He’d never done this before. What if he was bad at it and he’d just talked so much game for nothing? Or what if it was uncomfortable or he hurt himself? Danny wasn’t exactly lacking in the package department- he’d learned that last night and was becoming even more acquainted with it now as he gripped his girth.

Danny noticed Sam’s newfound hesitance and took his hand in his own before moving to sit up against the headboard. “Come here” he requested softly, bringing Sam’s hand to rest on his shoulder as he wrapped the other around his waist. Part of Danny wanted to push him back down onto the mattress and show Sam once more how well he could take care of him, but the other part of him knew this is what Sam wanted. He was just getting in his head again.

Sam climbed into Danny’s lap and Danny held him there chest to chest as he gathered his hair to one side so he could kiss on the exposed skin. “Go as slow as you want. I’m not in any hurry”.

Taking a deep breath, Sam positioned himself, reaching behind to line Danny up as he sank back down on top of him.

“God, I’m gliding right in” Danny groaned and let his forehead rest on Sam’s shoulder now while Sam took him in inch by inch, “you must still be stretched from last night”.

Sam silently agreed as he bottomed out, feeling completely full and satisfied. Why he was ever nervous in the first place was lost to him as he began to lift his hips and slide back down until he’d found a good pace. It was Danny’s turn to nurture Sam’s neck as he felt Sam’s knees widen around him so he could get lower, take him deeper.

“That’s it, just like that” Danny whispered into his ear. “You’re doing so well princess”.

Shocked, Sam paused for a moment, leaning back to look Danny in the eyes as if to ask him what did you just call me? Danny opened his mouth to speak, trying to say that it had just slipped out in case Sam hadn’t liked it, but before he could say anything Sam was attacking him with his lips.

Sam had expected a repeat of last night, more prickling pain across his skin. Almost wanted Danny to strike him again and push him to his limit. Tonight however Danny was being so gentle with him, offering him praises that made Sam’s head swirl with more arousal.

“Did you like that?” Danny smiled, enjoying the way Sam’s cheeks colored so beautifully, “it suits you”.

“Keep talking” Sam pleaded, picking up his pace and furrowing his brows as his body exerted itself, but the building pleasure kept him going.

“See, I knew you liked it” Danny smirked, grabbing Sam’s hip to help guide him. “Do you feel good? Is riding me everything you thought it would be?”

“Feelsso good” Sam slurred his words as he reached around and grabbed Danny’s leg just above the knee so he could lean back and let his head fall, hair cascading down his back like a beautiful brown waterfall.

Danny groaned at the picture before him, Sam’s body on full display before him with tight muscles that strained and contracted underneath sweat glistening skin. He ran a hand up his torso and wrapped his fingers around Sam’s sinfully exposed neck, not squeezing just letting it rest there as he leaned forward and licked a bead of sweat off his chest.

“Choke me Danny” Sam whined as his hips started to stutter. The hand he wasn’t leaning on flew upwards and wrapped around Danny’s hand on his neck.

“Anything you want princess” Danny replied and tightened his grip. Sam let go, needing both his arms to keep himself steady now as he was barreling towards his impending release.

“So so good” Danny continued his praises. “Can you cum like this? I want you to make a mess on me”.

“Yes! I can, I am!” Sam cried out just as hot milky ropes of his release started to paint Danny’s abdomen. Danny held Sam by his neck as his body shook with his orgasm, trying to keep himself contained as Sam clenched and unclenched around him.

“Sam” Danny spoke through gritted teeth, just waiting for Sam to come down from his high. “Sam, I need to know where you want mine”.

“Hmm?” Sam hummed once he’d regained his bearings, seeing the look of slight pain on Danny’s face.

“You didn’t put a condom on, I’m trying really hard not to bust inside you right now”.

Sam was impressed, he hadn’t even realized he’d misstepped but Danny had and he was considerate enough to ask first. Despite feeling spent and weak Sam started to grind his hips again, pulling a wrecked moan from Danny. “Go ahead, I want you to make a mess in me Daniel”.

Danny cupped Sam’s face with both hands, pulling him even closer. “Kiss me Sam” he asked just before closing the last gap between them anyways, groaning into Sam’s mouth as he couldn’t hold it any longer.

“I’m gonna miss you” Sam sighed as he felt Danny softening within him, allowing room for his release to start dripping out.

“Miss me or miss this?” Danny breathlessly chuckled, not even attempting to move Sam off him despite the mess they’d both asked for.

“Both” Sam shamelessly admit, “though you might be right. I may need a recovery period after this time”.

#Greta van smut #Greta van fic #Greta van fleet #Danny Wagner #Sam Kiszka #sanny gvf

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razmerry · 2 years

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me: haha it’s just a silly little star trek au. I promise I’ll be normal about it

me when it’s time for locus:

Fr the amount of lore I have stacked up in my brain for this man... all 3 of you who read these posts better be ready to do some scrolling because I am rotted in the cabeza.

Here’s some feverish rambling about one of my favorite rvb characters (of all time):

- Locus is a changeling, courtesy of my most genius moment in this AU 2 years ago. At the time I was only watching bits and pieces of DS9 whenever my mom had it on, but I got enough to immediately know it was perfect for him. Like Odo, Locus is one of the hundred baby changelings who got sent out into the galaxy with no memories. But I think he probably floated in space for a long time before landing anywhere, so he is decently old physically.

- As continued, Locus followed a similar path to Odo, but instead of landing on Bajor, he crashed onto Cardassia in the wild lands, where he lay for a very long time. Until one day, he was found by a Cardassian military group - which included Felix and Siris. Since the equivalent of the Halo Great War would be the Dominion War, that’s when this is set. At first, the Cardassians just think this is a mildly interesting slimy sample, but when set near their weapons, they find that it can transform into them. All of a sudden Locus becomes very important to the Cardassians, even more so when they discover he can change from one weapon into another. And that’s what they think he is at this point - some kind of shapeshifting weapon. This is also why they call him Locus - I’m twisting canon a bit, but I’m gonna say that a particular type of phase rifle that they use is a “Locus” model.

- Eventually, one day as the squad is sitting around talking, they start to prompt Locus to change into one of the soldiers. To all of their utter shock, they discover he can do this, and is in fact a sentient, living creature. But they are in a war after all... and he is still a weapon. (can I get a you are nothing more than a suit of armor and a gun?) Locus becomes an unofficial member of the military squad, who manages to survive in ragged numbers. He’s used both as a soldier and as a physical weapon/armor, which as he’s known nothing else but these Cardassians, he accepts as a fact of life. After the war ends and Cardassia is ravaged, his story would proceed much like it did in canon - he joins up with Felix and Siris, working as a mercenary on distant worlds. I’ll talk more about Siris once I draw him, but at some point Felix and Locus end up working together without him and eventually make their way to Chorus. Which I’ll talk more about when I draw Doyle and Kimball. Goddamn the thoughts in this head.

- Just as Odo has limits to his shapeshifting, I wanted to give some to Locus as well. He does still have to periodically rest in his liquid state, because I think that’s very funny. But his main weakness is that he’s an incredibly good shapeshifter, able to mimic people and things down the smallest detail - he’s just an incredibly terrible actor. He can look like your friend, but if he opens his mouth he cannot convince he’s them. So Locus mostly does spying/background work, which makes Felix desperately he - the “people person” - was the one who could shapeshift instead.

- Locus’s weird little obsession/mancrush with Wash is one of my favorite little details about him, and when you can literally turn into someone I think that leaves some very fun doors open. Just to explain that ridiculous second extra drawing I made.

- During the equivalent to seasons 11/early season 12, Locus is fully presenting himself as a normal Cardassian, and he and Felix are riding on basically the same backstories they use in the show - old war buddies turned rivals, etc etc. I think Felix would spin himself as a soldier who was forced to do terrible things during the war, but is trying to redeem himself by helping out the rebels (who are Bajorans in this AU). However Locus, as he is wont to do, just plays himself as an ice cold mercenary who is neutral to either side of this conflict.

- As time goes on during the late season 12/season 13 equivalent arc, Locus does spy work, frequently disguised as a Bajoran or a Human. He begins to favor these forms (as he grows more and more conflicted about himself), something that Felix absolutely hates. Post-season 13, he would rarely change into a Cardassian again. His scar is something that he keeps, though - originally he gave it to himself because the leader of the original military squad (the suit of armor and a gun guy) had the same scar, and Locus saw him as an authority/father/mentor figure. Post season 13, he keeps it a reminder to himself and to keep him in check.

- God I can talk about Locus for hours. I’m so fond of changelings. Can I get a hell yeah for any pronouns Locus? Changelings are literally The gender fluid.

Alright I’m done now, I promise I’ll be normal about the rest of this AU (lying). Next week is Siris!

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What are five songs that encapsulate GreatMage and why? 😊😊😊

Oh man, this is such a tough question, but so fantastic because there’s so many gorgeous songs that could work well for our little sweethearts. To try and make things a little easier on myself lol, I stuck mostly to songs that I’ve already used for chapters in Next Time I Fall, and I’ll tell you a bit about each one… but this is gonna get long (as everything I write tends to do lol) so I’ll put it under a readmore line.

Hold On to the Nights (Richard Marx) - this one perfectly sums up the beginning of their relationship when El was still with Mike. It’s a gorgeous song full of just pure longing, yearning, to be with someone who isn’t able to be with you. Also, fun fact! The first hints of GreatMage appeared in a chapter in Little Help titled “do we break another rule”, which is a lyric from this same song.

Memorable lyrics:

Well I think that I’ve been true to everybody else but me

And the way I feel about you makes my heart long to be free

Every time I look into your eyes I’m helplessly aware

That the someone I’ve been searching for is right there

Head Over Feet (Alanis Morissette) - this is the only one not used in NTIF, because I ended up going with ‘this one’s for you’ instead, but Head Over Feet was a very close runner up for that chapter. I thought it was perfect to describe El’s eye-opening summer of 1987, as she slowly realized that her old feelings for Mike had long since faded away but a love for Gareth was steadily growing in its place, and that her relationship with Gareth would be much different and better. One line even says “I’ve never felt this healthy before”, and that just kinda summed up the whole vibe I wanted for them, for El especially, realizing that a good boyfriend should make her feel better about herself and not worse.

Wildflower (Skylark) - absolutely the perfect song to sum up the way Gareth’s love for El grew after he found out about Hawkins Lab and everything she’d been through in the past. It’s a beautiful story of admiration and affection for someone who’s been through a lot but didn’t let it break them. The chorus seems to express that he sees her for exactly who and what she is, and wants only the best for her.

Memorable lyrics:

She’s faced the hardest times you could imagine

And many times her eyes fought back the tears

And when her youthful world was about to fall in

Each time her slender shoulders

Bore the weight of all her fears

And a sorrow no one hears

Also:

When you walk into her eyes, you won’t believe

The way she’s always paying

For a debt she never owes

Nothing’s Gonna Change My Love For You (Glenn Medeiros) - Spoiler alert! This is the song I’m planning to use for chapter 21! It’s about knowing you’ve found the person you want to be by your side forever, no matter what life throws at you.

Memorable lyrics:

Our dreams are young and we both know, they’ll take us where we want to go (I love this because El and Gare are both teenagers at this point in the story, but their relationship is already solid enough that they’re envisioning a future together, and neither of them wants to picture a future without the other!)

The world may change my whole life through, but nothing’s gonna change my love for you (As El reveals more and more of her past to Gareth, she always has that underlying fear of “this is it, this is the one thing that’s gonna make me be Too Much for him”. Meanwhile Gareth is just like “damn, babygirl, you contain multitudes.”)

Longer (Dan Fogelberg) - Spoiler alert! This is the song I’m planning to use for chapter 22! I adore this song because it gives sweet and cozy vibes of a relationship that’s stood the test of time and will continue standing forever. And in the Lostsoul Universe™ we definitely believe in forever love and happy endings.

Memorable lyrics:

Through the years as the fire starts to mellow

Burning lines in the book of our lives

Though the binding cracks, and the pages start to yellow

I’ll be in love with you

Thank you so much for this fun and absorbing and thoughtful ask! I love how much you’re enjoying my story and my darling little rarepair, and I thank you endlessly for sharing that joy with me! 🥰

#greatmage #eleverson #stranger things rarepair #strangerpairs #ask losty #ask me anything #losty writes: next time #el hopper #gareth emerson #el x gareth

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George Harrison and Ringo Starr working on “Octopus’s Garden” in the studio, January 1969. Photo by Mal Evans or Tony Bramwell, for The Beatles Book monthly.

A look at some Harrison-Starkey musical collaborations.

“This next song is called ‘It Don’t Come Easy.’ I wrote this song with the one and only George Harrison.” - Ringo Starr, VH1 Storytellers (1998)

“So George taught me C, which was so damn hard. That’s how [‘Photograph’] started. I love the sentiment of ‘Photograph.’ When we did The Concert For George, I told the audience that ‘Photograph’ now has a different meaning just because of the fact that George has left.” - Ringo Starr, liner notes, Photograph: The Very Best of Ringo Starr (2007)

"George wrote that one. I was watching a lot of TV then [1981], as he writes in one of the lyrics in the song. Also I was probably going insane too. George thought this song would be good for me. It’s a song I knew he’d never do. So it gave George some freedom and it was a bit looser than something that he would do for himself." - ibid

“When Ringo asked [George]… to compose guitar music for a new song, ‘King of Broken Hearts,’ George put his own heart into it. One reviewer would later describe his beautiful slide-guitar work as ‘sharing a little of his soul… [a] moving musical statement [that] spoke of the musician’s inner peace.’ George sent the tape off by mail. Ringo took the package to his recording studio and sat with his hands behind his head, listening to an unexpected poetry of notes. 'You’re killing me, George,' he mumbled. 'You’ve got me crying, you bugger.’” - Here Comes The Sun: The Spiritual and Musical Journey of George Harrison (2006)

Ringo Starr: "'Never Without You,' the tribute track to George - or the love track. I don't really like the tribute - you know, the word 'tribute.' It's just to let George know we loved him." [...] Q: "You mentioned 'Never Without You.' That's the next song we're going to hear from Ringo Rama. You said, not a tribute. What did you say?" RS: "It's just with love." Q: "With love for George." RS: "Yeah. [...] [The 2002 Concert for George] helped with the closure, I felt, that we all sort of... we had this focus of the show, but we could hang out with each other and, you know, deal with the loss of George, who, you know, I still miss." Q" "The song 'Never Without You' didn't really start out purely about George, did it?" RS: "Well, it started out just as a band. And then I thought, wow, this would be great, after the first verse, that we were brothers through it all. It just became natural that it was about the Beatles, in a way. And, of course, George had just left us then. It was like four months after he died. And so then I thought, oh, that would be great. I can say this about George. Then, oh, well, I can say this about John. Oh, and I can say this about Harry Nilsson. And so it just got too cluttered and too crazy. So I had to stop everything and say, 'Now, where are we going? Okay. This is just for George. And that way, I - you know, I could use some of his lines in the song itself, never - you know, 'within you, without you' is his line. Sometimes you just go mad and you've got to stop and look at what you do and then you do it right. And I think the song says everything that I ever want to say." Q: "Why was it so easy for you to write with George on classics like 'It Don't Come Easy' and 'Photograph' so soon after the Beatles split?" RS: "Well, you know, George was my good friend. And I was very good at two verses and a chorus. And then I would take it over to George's and he'd finish 'Photograph.' And he finished 'It Don't Come Easy.' And also, you know, I'm not the best guitarist in the world. I have to admit that. I might be a great drummer, but I'm not the best guitarist. And so he would put in all these chords that made me sound like a genius and tie the song up. [...] So George was always great. We always had a lot of fun in the studio, you know." - Ringo Rama Radio Hour, 25 March 2003

“['Never Without You’] is all about George. The song is still very poignant for me, and I tried not to do it on the last tour, but I had to do it because it’s a beautiful song and expresses what I felt for the man. […] He had just gone and I wanted to express my love for him.” - Ringo Starr, liner notes, Photograph: The Very Best of Ringo Starr (2007) (x)

#George Harrison #Ringo Starr #Harrison cowriting #George and Ringo #quote #quotes about George #Octopus's Garden #It Don't Come Easy #Photograph #Wrack My Brain #never without you #et al #fits queue like a glove

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An analysis of “Perfect Man,” a cover performance by BTS

Official video: BTS - Perfect Man (Original by SHINHWA) https://youtu.be/AMMx1hOwH-4

Introduction

“Perfect Man,” originally released by OG Korean boy band Shinhwa in 2002, is an unremarkable pastiche of every 1990s American boy band song ever recorded, complete with familiar backbeat, utterly predictable melodic progression, and nonsensical English rap verse. Even if you’ve never heard this song before, you’re pretty sure you’ve heard it before. If you fed an AI the entire Backstreet Boys catalog plus “Baby One More Time” by Britney Spears and told it to write a song, but in Korean with an English rap verse, this is what it would spit out.

BTS covered “Perfect Man” in a televised performance for MBCkpop in December 2015.

Materials and methods

For the purpose of this study, I reviewed every view and fancam of the December 2015 “Perfect Man” performance that I could identify on YouTube, a minimum of three and a maximum of (probably) 75 times. (See References.)

Overview

The “Perfect Man” vocals are indeed perfect, and the choreo is precise and characteristic of other BTS choreography, at least until the bridge. All of the members pour far more passion into its execution than the song probably deserves, but what happens after the bridge, when the performance unexpectedly and quite delightfully blossoms into full-on male exotic dancer territory, is solely the responsibility of one member.

Comments on individual members in no particular order

Jungkook: For almost anyone other than Jungkook this would be his A-game, but even the most devoted JK bias would have to admit that for him this is a workmanlike performance. One would think that this muscular, aggressive style of choreo would suit him better than Jimin. He looks fantastic, sounds fantastic, and hits all of his marks with his usual precision, but this isn’t his stage and he knows it. I hate to accuse JK of phoning it in, but comparing his execution of the hip thrust before the first chorus to Jimin’s tells you all you need to know.

Jin: Jin, possibly the hardest working member of BTS and the one I want to marry, is tucked so far in back and shown so little on camera that you would have to know his voice as well as I do to realize he sings almost a quarter of the song. Considering how hard he says it is for him to learn choreo and the brute force of will underlying the fact that he never screws up, I’m annoyed. But I also understand, because ultimately there’s one member whose performance matters here and it’s not Jin.

Suga: Yoongi, along with Tae, is only here to fill out the formation. He’s probably wondering why they bothered to mic him. That said, although listening to him talk you’d think he can’t dance, this performance makes it obvious that he dances just fine, it’s just not his “thing.” He starts having fun about midway through the song. I get the impression that he is fully aware of how lame this song is, and that’s why he’s laughing. Maybe he’s laughing because they’re doing stripper choreography. Maybe he’s just happy that Hobi got stuck doing the goofy English rap verse and not him.

J-Hope: Hobi, as always, is flawless. His dancing is precise and the looks he serves bitingly fierce. Unfortunately, you’d never know from watching the official video, which doesn’t even feature him during the rap verse. Maybe the cameraperson was also (by which I mean, in addition to me) secondhand embarrassed for him for having to rap lines like “Don't let the clues get ya, they not fear.”

V: I wondered why anyone had bothered to make a Tae fancam, because he doesn’t sing at all and is in the back for much of the performance, until I watched it. He’s the only member other than Jimin who sees the potential of the choreography after the bridge, but he’s not the center and can’t capitalize on it. Tae biases will be very satisfied with this fancam.

Jimin: Where to start? Whether by simple accident of line allotment or by design, this is a relatively rare group performance featuring Jimin as the center. I don’t know why he’s not the center more often; when he is, magic happens. In this case, the magic happens the moment Jimin pulls off his jacket and runs his hand through his hair like a man grimly determined to finish the job once and for all, no matter what it takes. I would not be surprised if he workshopped this move because he saw, correctly, that the costuming was an obstacle to the optimal expression of the choreography. YouTube commenters wonder, “Why can’t I stop watching this?” but the answer is really simple: Jimin’s biceps. Don’t believe me? Just watch JK doing the exact same moves in a double-breasted jacket. The other obvious reason is that he goes for it 1000% harder than the song warrants, but Jimin’s bare arms are why this performance has been viewed over 117 million times. What a freaking genius.

“Perfect Man” brings me great joy. I watch it for the endorphins. I am really, really tickled by the fact that the choreo is straight out of Magic Mike and that Jimin saw that and gave us what we didn’t know we wanted in as family-friendly a way as any performance of a song this lame that is only two minutes and 21 seconds long and includes that many hip thrusts and concludes with them dropping to their knees can. This is the definition of understanding the assignment. Legend. The fact that the song is called “Perfect Man” is the icing on the cake.

RM: Sorry, Joon. I didn’t even notice you weren’t there until like the seventh viewing.

Conclusion and recommendations

They should make Jimin the center more often. And they should do this again, with everyone in short sleeves. Or, maybe not. I’m imagining a modern reenactment of this performance including Namjoon and his current physique and honestly, I don’t think armys could handle it.

References

BTS - Perfect Man (Original by, SHINHWA) https://youtu.be/AMMx1hOwH-4

60FPS 1080P | BTS(OT6) Cover Perfectman Most Viewed Video In MBCkpop 20151231 https://youtu.be/LYaBsHc1t6I

[BANGTAN BOMB] BTS (방탄소년단) Perfect boys 2015 https://youtu.be/SgVDQGbnxiM

151231 가요대제전 Gayo Daejejeon - 방탄소년단 BTS - Perfect Man https://youtu.be/sEcnVaqs3_A

BTS - Perfect Man performance (Special Edit.) 방탄소년단 [ 가요대제전 ] 151231 https://youtu.be/1t4vGPHVMT0

《繁中字幕》151231 방탄소년단 BTS - Perfect man (fancam) https://youtu.be/p3flFMzhDF0

151231 가요대제전 방탄소년단 perfect man JIMIN focus https://youtu.be/pl_39WIvMbY

151231 MBC 가요대제전 방탄소년단 - Perfect Man(JIMIN MULTI CAM VER.) https://youtu.be/rS27XxBg0n4

151231 가요대제전 Perfect Man JUNGKOOK FOCUS (ver.multi) https://youtu.be/NA25oWhNz5s

151231 가요대제전 방탄소년단 Perfect Man (정국Focus) https://youtu.be/Aex_MKWVoZM

151231 우리 정구기 19.99살에 찍은 영상 Perfect Man / BTS JUNGKOOK FOCUS FANCAM 방탄소년단 정국직캠 https://youtu.be/sw6tPV3yPGE

[151231] (PERFECT MAN) JIMIN & JUNGKOOK focus https://youtu.be/2juo5rDE-sQ

Perfect Man - [Jin Focus Edit Ver.] (Original by SHINHWA) https://youtu.be/X1nfZdbsv24

❤JIN FOCUS❤ BTS - Perfect Man (151231) https://youtu.be/mLBJWeqfiY0

BTS - Perfect Man, Yoongi Focus (mirrored) https://youtu.be/_jj1C7_9KwY

(BTS)151231 MBC 가요대제전 Perfect Man [J Hope focus] https://youtu.be/_g6qYL1yT0I

151231 가요대제전 ; 방탄소년단 퍼펙트맨 BTS Perfect Man (V. focus) https://youtu.be/CFZ8DdgxGeY

v4, 11/2022

#bts #bts jimin #jimin #perfectmanbts

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Greatest Hits by Waterparks

Greatest Hits is not a Greatest Hits comp as the name might suggest, simply Awsten saying that the band is always pushing themselves to create music that is better than the music they put out before. While I dearly loved FANDOM, Greatest Hits lives up to the bold name. Conceptually, this album happens in a single night — the night after the release of FANDOM. It’s about self exploration and the music industry and fan pressures and mental health and identity. It all fits together thematically while also covering a huge range of music styles in an almost paradoxical way.

Greatest Hits: The build of ambience in the first 20 seconds is amazing. It’s not silent, but it feels like it could be. The grain doesn’t go away, either, as the instrumental pieces are introduced. Awsten’s voice is quiet and sounds almost ready to break with that first line and then we get transported into the dream world. The grainy sounds established at the beginning disappear and we get to see some sonic signatures of Greatest Hits: heavy drums, distorted guitars, an almost electronic feel to it all. The voice that introduces everything is electronic and impersonal, simply stating facts while Awsten repeats “Last night I had the strangest dream of all” in a way that’s almost like a prayer. We’ve entered the world of Greatest Hits — there’s no other way to describe this opening track.

Fuzzy: I love the perfect segue between Greatest Hits and Fuzzy. This happens a few different times on the album and every single time it gets me. It really drives home the idea of what an album is meant to be — a collection of work that all lives together and explores the same themes and are made to be experience one after the other. It’s incredible. I love the little noises Awsten makes in the background, it’s almost like he’s literally fighting his demons. His voice, the explosive guitar that breaks through in a few different places and the tempo of this song all create a perfect energy. The bridge very much feels like it belongs in a dream.

Lowkey As Hell: I love the guitar in this song. It provides a really good base level/ anchor for the track. I love the vocal treatment in the chorus, it feels echoey and really plays into this idea that this is all just a wild dream. This song really connects to Parx’s pop rock roots, which is always a treat.

Numb: The synth in this song is wild. Once you notice it you realize how perfect it is for this song. The break down that starts at 2:00 minutes is such a perfect way to not only end the track without losing the energy it has but to seamlessly transition that energy over to Violet!

Violet!: The lead vocals and drums on this song are great, but the background guitar and muffled vocals on this track subtly create such a perfect atmosphere for this song. There’s so much happening on this track without it feeling overwhelming. The way the background vocals are used to augment certain lines in the chorus is another little addition that really only jumps out when you’re truly listening to this track and trying to dissect it. It’s deceptively deep while also just being a boppy, fun song. I love the little guitar solo we get before the final chorus, as well. This song takes the energy of Numb and really capitalizes on it

Snow Globe: The piano in this song was the first thing that caught my attention. Waterparks rarely uses piano and when they do it’s usually more synth/keyboard aligned, so to have the piano in this track be so prominent and raw was a huge change of pace. The layering of two different recordings of the chorus and the vocals are both really subtle ways of adding to the soundscape without detracting from the lead vocals. I love whatever they did to the guitar to make it scratch like that. At the end of the pre-chorus at 2:30 the vocals are distorted so that they seamlessly transition into the guitar, which is mind blowing. I love the lines “I don’t have the sympathy/ I think that you need more from me/ If life is just a game then I’mma flip the board and break the peace.” They get lost a little bit in the end of the song, but it feels intentional. He’s got these intrusive thoughts that are spilling into this song and are really explored in the next track.

Just Kidding: Just Kidding very much feels like a continuation of Snow Globe, even if they aren’t explicitly linked. The muffled beatboxing at the beginning feels like the scratchiness of the guitar from the last track. The guitar in this song is very simple, but it works for this track. This song is very raw — not quite stripped down, but less complex than other songs on the album — and it serves as a perfect sonic reflection of the lyrics. I’m obsessed with the way the line “And Repeat” transitions into the next track.

The Secret Life of Me: I love the idea of The Secret Life of Me as a way of exploring the themes of Just Kidding. This is a song about escapism and getting trapped in the dream you want to run away to after finding out everything isn’t as great as you thought it would be. I would listen to an instrumental version of this song. I love the vocals and the lyrics and everything, but these instrumentals are gorgeous. There are all these little additions that feel ver sparkly. There’s really no other way to describe what the synth, backing vocals, guitar and drums build behind the vocals. I also love the way they don’t cut around the vocals like the instrumentals do on some other tracks, they allow the vocals to coexist without feeling the need to highlight the vocals. That guitar that starts at 2:30 and lives in the background of the bridge lives in my head rent-free. It’s incredible. Again, there’s layering of vocals at the beginning of the last chorus to differentiate it sonically and avoid any sort of redundancy. I love the way the last line bleeds into an exhale, almost like this track is letting out a dying breath… chills.

American Graffiti: Another classic pop rock track, but with enough new Waterparks sounds for it not feel like it should be on Double Dare. Compared to the other tracks on this album, it’s very simplistic, but it’s done on purpose. It allows the listener the chance to just appreciate this song. Of course, that doesn’t mean there’s nothing interesting happening — the last bit that sounds like gibberish is actually the “Usually I’m all I’ve got” bit played backwards. It adds to the ethereal, dreamy effect of the whole record

You’d Be Paranoid Too (If Everyone Was Out To Get You): I’m obsessed with the snaps in this song. They’re so crisp, there’s something about them that just scratches an itch in my brain. Again we’ve got the layering of different takes on the chorus’s vocals. I love the continuity on this track. The guitar before the bridge is insane and adds this powerful energy as we head into part of the song that is much less energetic than the rest of the track.

Fruit Roll Ups: Another perfect transition introduces this track. This is one of my favorites on the album. Again, we’ve got those snaps, but since this song was written in 3/4 it has such a distinct sound from the rest of the album. It’s sweet and slow, but at the same times the lyrics are so desperate. That sense of desperation permeates the rest of the album and I think exploring it in this song in terms of a relationship that the singer wants to work out so bad is both genius and slightly heartbreaking. There are some moments throughout this song where the background vocals are used to build this dreamy atmosphere, but because it’s just his vocals as he soliloquizes about this relationship it feels very lonely. Like an unrequited daydream. This is the third time on the album that the final verse tapers off into an instrumental end (the other times being Numb and Violet!), so again, a little continuity/ repetition to help build out the themes and signature aspects of the album

#Spotify #Greatest Hits by Waterparks #album reflection #greatest hits #waterparks #parx

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tonguetiedraven · 2 years

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I'm suddenly seeing all these bonrin reactions to canon changes and events, and I have to know how you'd write Ryuji's reaction to Kurikara breaking. Rin turning into a heavily overtoasted piece of bread before going apeshit and trying to burn everything too.

Fun fact, I’ve actually written Ryuuji’s pov on this scene a few years ago, and it was so hard to do because it’s an awful scene ; ; (At this point, I think I’ve covered most of the canon scenes with a bonrin twist, lol.)

So I’ve dusted the piece off and revised it a bit to be a stand alone thing. (It was established BonRin in the original, and I’ve switched it to pre-slash here. Meaning Bon is pining and Rin doesn’t know. Probably because he’s on fire.)

TWs For below the cut: Blood, gun violence, descriptions of gore, character death, and major spoilers for the manga.

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It had actually kind of worked. Their plan had been absolute shit, and Ryuuji only went along with it as much as he did because they had the camouflaging cloaks and that would at least give them an edge in escaping. Working with Amaimon and Belial had make him all the more uneasy, but the others had agreed before he could fully voice those worries, so he went along.

(The real reason he went along was the intense guilt in his gut over everything he knew and couldn’t tell. It was the terror that he might be part of what had landed Yukio in this interrogation cell, and the need to fix it somehow.

That and Rin’s desperate eyes staring up at him and Rin’s too-strong hand gripping his arm begging him to let him go so he could free his twin. Ryuuji couldn’t leave him alone in that fight. He couldn’t leave any of them alone, but especially not Rin.)

It had actually kind of worked until it very much had not.

By the time he got outside with Konekomaru, Izumo, Shiemi, and Amaiomon, Rin and Yukio had already made it halfway across the bridge towards freedom. Ryuuji followed after them, feet pounding across the concrete in a chorus with the others, and that was when he glanced up into the sky past the slowly setting sun.

A dirigible was flying low with the Illuminati’s symbol emblazoned across its side. It had to have been cloaked or camouflaged somehow, because Ryuuji was certain it had not been there a moment ago.

How had the Illuminati known? How could they have known? They’d found out Yukio’s location because Shura had told them. They had Mephisto’s intelligence, and no one knew they had even left Rin’s dorm.

Someone on the inside had betrayed them. Unless…

Unless they—

The intention had never been for them to get away. Mephisto had betrayed them, hadn’t he?

Ryuuji could see a figure standing in the air ship, but he couldn’t make any details out because of how bright the ship was. He didn’t doubt for a second Shima was up there. Waiting to do something horrible under the pretense of being a double agent. Something to betray them all again.

“OKUMURA!” He called as loud as he could. Amaimon had stopped moving forward and was tilting his head curiously. Yukio had stopped as well and said something to Rin that Bon couldn’t hear. The halfling turned in surprise and Bon’s stomach sank lower. He felt cold with dread. There was too much space between them. He couldn’t get there before the Illuminati did. Retreating back to the building was their only option, but that…

They’d be arrested. Their careers would be over. He’d lose any chance of restoring his temple.

Konekomaru stepped closer to his side as Shiemi moved towards the twins. The brothers were arguing now. Neither seemed to notice the approaching air ship, and Ryuuji’s shout had done nothing.

The air felt thick and charged with static despite the fact that there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. It felt like when they were watching the battle between Rin and Amaimon. The sheer amount of power the two had been emitting had charged the air with something that made his kin crawl. Something that left him feeling outclassed and in danger.

There was a heavy presence that made his blood feel thick and his hair stand on end. It was terrifying and numbing and it felt like he was something’s prey. He couldn’t fight whatever it was and his flight instincts were stuck in shock. It felt like being a deer stuck in headlights and it didn’t make sense because there wasn’t anything visibly wrong. The airship didn’t scare him. Not as much as it probably should.

They needed to get Rin, and they needed to get him out. Yukio…

He wanted to understand, and he couldn’t do that like this. They had to get out, now.

And then quite suddenly, Bon wasn’t frozen because Yukio had his gun out and was aiming it at Rin. Every protective instinct in his body flared at once and his feet shot forward before his mind could fully catch up with the situation.

He got exactly three steps forward—the others hot on his tail—when three shots rang out. The bullets struck Rin in the forehead, throat, and chest.

Bullets were loud. They had always been loud and he’d had countless hours firing them and growing accustomed to that shocking loudness. It was different with his gear though. Different when he was the one holding the gun.

Different when it was someone he cared a lot about being shot.

The was the piercing sound of the gun firing was all there was for a moment. A sound Ryuuji could feel in his teeth as they went off in rapid succession, and then Rin was falling backwards with his head tilted towards the sky and his arms extended out. He fell to the concrete with a dull thud Ryuuji couldn’t hear because his ears were ringing from the gunshots. He fell, extended out in the Christ pose as Ryuuji stood frozen in utter shock.

And contrary to what he’d always heard, the world didn’t stop for even a moment. It kept right on moving like nothing horrible had happened. Like there wasn’t a pool of blood extending from Rin’s body and catching the waning sunlight. Like it wasn’t staining everything it touched with his horrible truth.

Yukio didn’t pause between shooting his twin and holstering his gun once more. He strode forward like nothing happened and towards the air ship that Renzou was now climbing out of.

Ryuuji’s senses continued to filter information his brain couldn’t process because Rin was lying in a pool of his own blood with three bullet wounds. Rin who had been laughing this morning was bleeding out. Rin who called him princess because it was their joke and never got what Bocchan meant and didn’t care about expectations and rules as long as he had friends and hope and who always gave every fight his all and believed they would defeat Satan and loved with everything he had was dying.

The air had a slightly metallic taste and he could smell ozone around them along with a hint of sulfur. There was a cold wind blowing from behind them that ruffled his hair and sent chills down his spine. Rin was losing color and he wasn’t moving and the blood kept spreading further and further. It was horribly dark against the pale concrete.

Ryuuji released a breath and shot forward with every bit of speed he possessed. His senses cut out all extra sensations that weren’t his feet pounding the pavement and just how far away Rin was from him. He’d traveled maybe a third of the distance when he was being hauled back and in the air. His legs and arms flailed in an attempt to keep moving as he was pulled backwards and he didn’t even register that it was Amaimon who had him by the collar. His only thought was to get to Rin. Break free and get to Rin. Save Rin. Stop the bleeding and get to Rin.

His hand traveled to his own hip where he had his firearm, but his hand was intercepted by a hand with green claws. The demon king shook him hard and blood filled Ryuuji’s mouth as he bit down on his tongue accidentally. The others were shouting, Konekomaru was running to intervene, and Rin was still bleeding out.

“Don’t interfere!” Amaimon barked, but Ryuuji couldn’t comprehend his words. He flailed pointlessly and then froze once more.

Rin stood up stiffly, blood still dripping off his face, and unsheathed his blade.

(Alive! Rin was alive!)

The halfling lit in vibrant flames that shot out from around him in a roaring inferno. Even from his distance, Ryuuji could feel the heat.

Yukio paused in his march to the dirigible and looked over his shoulder.

“Let me go,” Ryuuji didn’t recognize his own voice. It was hoarse and desperate and pleading in a way he didn’t think he’d ever been.

Amaimon lowered him so his feet were on the ground once more, but didn’t release his collar. Konekomaru and the others had reached them by now and were all looking ready to intervene.

Amaimon’s other hand shot forward and nabbed Shiemi by the arm because apparently Ryuuji wasn’t the only one determined to get forward.

“Stop it you two.” Amaimon threatened. “This is getting interesting. I don’t know why my baby brother cares so much about all of you, but I won’t let you interfere.”

Ryuuji couldn’t tear his eyes off of Rin. He was marching towards Yukio and shouting at him. Ryuuji didn’t see any way that Yukio could get away until Shima was darting forward with his K’rik and attacking Rin.

Rin didn’t miss a step. He shoved Shima to the side and kept marching forward. The halfling leapt in the air in a blur of blinding blue light and brought his the flat of his sword towards his twin brother—

The flash of blue fire that shot across the area knocked all five of them back and onto the ground. Ryuuji landed on top of Amaimon with Shiemi on his side. He shoved himself upright (he elbowed Amaimon in the gut on his way up and didn’t care) and rubbed at his eyes to clear them. He couldn’t see what was going on. It was too bright, but the fire didn’t seem to be coming from just Rin.

“Father.” Amaimon sat up and smirked. “This really is getting interesting. Big Brother was right!”

They were a hundred yards or so away and Ryuuji could feel the heat from the flames. Even from this distance, it was a terrible sort of heat that had his eyes watering and made breathing hard. Still, he blinked his eyes clear to see both twins facing each other and Shima staggering to his feet.

Shima saw what he didn’t because he was too busy taking in the fact that Rin was still alive.

“The sword—” Her voice cracked and she was suddenly standing. “—It’s broken!”

Ryuuji scrambled up less gracefully. Kurikara, the sword guarded by his temple and sacred for its ability to bind demons, was broken clean in half and fire was pouring out of Rin at an uncontrolled rate.

No… no. It couldn’t be.

“Nee!” Shiemi shrieked. The tiny greenman sprang from her hair and spread his arms into the air. Vines burst out of his chest and shot towards the twins—

Amaimon knocked Shiemi hard in the stomach. She fell back into Konekomaru who kept her from hitting the concrete. Nee fell to the ground as Shiemi lost concentration on him and spat blood out of her mouth.

“Don’t interfere!” Amaimon snarled. Izumo’s familiars sprang into the air as Ryuuji rounded on the demon king.

“Fuck off!” He shoved at Amaimon without care that it was probably the dumbest thing he’d ever done.

He twisted on his heel and started to sprint towards Rin. Shiemi was walking toward the dirigible with Yukio and was waving at them like he was going on a cruise and hadn’t just betrayed them all again and hurt Rin (his sword was broken. Rin’s life was tied to that thing. What if he died?!)

Yukio and Shima were on the ladder to the dirigible and it was flying away with them.

If Rin died there would be no going back. If Rin died he would never forgive Shima. The pink-haired knight he had grown up with would be dead to him. Their friendship would be forever broken.

And Yukio…

Ryuuji could hear feet pounding behind him as well as frantic breaths, but they meant nothing. Rin was crouched on the ground now with his flames growing brighter and he was gasping for air. Each painful looking breath made his body convulse and he was spitting up blood.

“Rin!” His voice cracked through the air and Rin’s head turned towards him. He could see the bloody mark on Rin’s pale forehead where his own twin had shot him.

“Stay back!” Rin gasped. The flames flared and they were hot enough to rob Ryuuji of his breath.

He slid to a stop because he couldn’t move closer. The heat was too much. Rin was on fire and not at all in control of the flames. The halfling blazed even brighter and the force of the flames saw him sitting up right and screaming at the sky. Ryuuji stumbled back a step because his brain was telling him he needed to get away from the intense heat. Every instinct told him to run away from Rin, but he couldn’t.

Rin’s blood coated the concrete and there was pain on every inch of the face he’d fallen in love with. Rin, who Ryuuji had seen take bullets and claws and broken bones without more than a grunt of pain was screeching in utter agony. He was entirely enveloped by the blue inferno and it looked like it was devouring him.

(Some part of his mind knew this was what the blue night had looked like, and he couldn’t bear to acknowledge what that meant. That Rin wasn’t going to survive. That none of them might.)

The screams wouldn’t stop. Every ragged breath Rin could suck in was changed into a scream of agony.

Amaimon had reached them and was talking, but Ryuuji could barely understand him. It was like trying to hear through water. Everything felt muffled and distant and secondary to the pressing, panicky need for air.

(But he wasn’t drowning so why couldn’t he breathe? )

“The sword held his demon powers back. My big brother locked his demon heart in gehenna and now that seal is broken. It should be fun to see if Rin’s strong enough to hold his own heart. The flames of Gehenna… For such a thing of Gehenna to continually manifest in Assiah requires a vessel that’s strong enough. I wonder if baby brother’s body can withstand the perfect flame.”

“If he can’t?” Konekomaru choked out. Bon couldn’t make his body do anything, but stare in horror. His breath was locked in his chest, and he wasn’t sure he would ever be able to release it.

Amaimon shrugged like it was a boring question. “Then he’ll probably die.” The demon king took a bouncy step back. “Might want to get some distance. You humans are so susceptible to flame.”

There wasn’t time for any of them to move (not that Ryuuji could have. He felt like a lump of stone stuck to the ground.) before the flames grew. Ryuuji couldn’t make Rin’s form out any more and the unending screams of agony Rin was releasing were abruptly cut short. Konekomaru hand latched onto his arm as the other flew to cover his mouth. Ryuuji felt his heart thump once, twice, thrice, and then the fire was starting to fade.

For however long he lived he knew he would never forget the sight before him. Ash covered the concrete and drifted through the air around them like snow. There was a thick and sickening scent of burnt meat in the air that left a slightly metallic taste in his mouth. The crackle of fire still lingered in the air. The blood that had coated the ground was gone—burned so that nothing remained, but a greasy film on the concrete—and Rin’s body was nothing but a smoldering, black, corpse.

The halfling’s face was burnt beyond any recognition, and nothing but his gleaming teeth remained that showed any semblance of his once cheerful smile. His blue eyes were entirely gone. Eyes that had caught his attention from across a classroom and who always seemed to see the real him and eyes he had fallen in love with and never told…

They were gone. There was nothing but smoking holes where they once had been.

He lurched forward without meaning to because his brain couldn’t understand what he was seeing. Rin lit on fire all the time. Rin didn’t burn. Rin wasn’t the corpse in front of him. Rin was fire. He was brightness and warmth and danger and wild life. He couldn’t be dead. Rin couldn’t be dead.

As if defying his resistance to the idea, the burnt corpse fell over on its side and Rin’s limbs fell off in piles of crumbling soot.

Someone screamed, there were gasps, and Ryuuji was moving again. He didn’t know which of them was the first to reach the body, but none of them seemed capable of moving too close. They couldn’t make themselves reach out and touch what was left. Not… Not when all that was left was blackened and cracked and nothing at all like Rin had once been.

Konekomaru’s hands wrapped around his arms, and Ryuuji realized he'd started to sway forward. A low mournful noise broke from his lips, and he couldn’t stop it, could barely even recognize that it was coming from him. His entire body felt like it was bruised and all of that shocked pain was gathering around his heart. Every beat of his heart made it feel all the more broken.

Shiemi dropped next to Rin with a strangled noise, reaching for him and pausing when part of his ear fell to the ground in a crumble of soot.

Rin was gone. All that was left was this broken husk, and it didn’t look right, and Ryuuji had never told him half the stuff he wanted to, and Shima and Yukio were flying away, and they were all in active danger because the restraints wouldn’t hold and the Exorcists in the building would be coming for them, but what did that matter?

They wouldn’t even be able to move Rin’s remains. It was falling apart around them. The wind was carrying bits away and Ryuuji couldn’t bear to look even as something was tearing through his gut and demanding he stop it all.

Shiemi drew back with a sharp inhale, and Ryuuji caught a glimpse of something blue rising up from the ruined remains of Rin’s chest. It looked like a flame, smaller than the ones that had consumed and killed Rin, and oddly solid. Whatever it was, it was too close to Shiemi. He couldn’t lose someone else.

Ryuuji took one large step forward, dragging Konekomaru with him.

“His heart,” Shiemi murmured, and then Rin was covered in the flames and Rin was crawling back from the heat of them. Ryuuji reached her and hauled her up, shying back from the heat and feeling the desperate urge to get them off of Rin. They were going to—

No. They weren’t burning him. They were transforming him. Gone was the charred corpse and in its place was pale flesh and white hair. Blue eyes were opening as they peered up at the sky.

Rin’s chest was expanding with a breath.

The halfling sat up with flames falling from his skin and hair. His eyes (white lashes and eyebrows) fluttered for a moment and then blinked again.

Rin’s eyes were blue and swirled in full demon form. Red stained the beautiful blue and Ryuuji felt his own eyes blurring with tears again. His heart didn’t seem to be beating and what little air he could get was forced from his body in a shocked sob.

He inhaled, somehow.

“Rin?” He croaked, “can you hear me?” He reached out to touch, intending to take a step forward and see, but some deep instinctual fear made his hand and body pause. It was the same instinct that had stopped him from charging forward earlier when the fire had exploded from Rin and Yukio.

Rin’s head tilted towards him like a curious cat. “Suguro? Shiemi?”

Ryuuji choked again and jerked forward half a step.

Shiemi caught his wrist as Nee started to screech.

“Don’t,” she said in a stern voice, “he’s hot.”

“What?”

“Hs flames are hot. He’s not—”

Rin smiled and suddenly there was a blast of horrible heat that sent every one of them reeling backward. Ryuuji landed hard on his side but did manage to break Konekomaru’s fall while Shiemi rolled through her own fall and brought Nee up to create an enormous barricade of Japanese rowans.

Rin cackled and got to his feet as he extended his hands out and looked down at them.

It was chilling just how much that was not Rin’s boisterous laugh. Whatever this was, it wasn’t the boy he’d fallen in love with. It wasn’t Rin.

The flames were getting brighter and hotter and spreading around Rin who didn’t seem to notice or care. They were licking along the ground and incinerating anything they came across, and they were spreading towards them. Ryuuji, with a nervous inhale, scrambled up and hauled Konekomaru with him. He pulled his friend back, motioning for Izumo to do the same as she rushed toward Shiemi.

Ryuuji looked her way just in time to see her finger dig into the dirt and they were just suddenly standing in a forest. What had been a clear area was now vibrant with green life.

“Did you do this, Shiemi?” Rin's head tilted to the side playfully and he had a huge smile on his face that… just wasn’t quite right. It didn’t reach his blue and red eyes at all. It was manic in a way, and it was violent.

Whoever this was, it wasn’t Rin. It had Satan’s flames, and as impressive as this new forest was, it wasn’t going to be enough. They were all in extreme danger. Rin could kill them. He could burn all of this. And with the heat pouring off of him, that seemed to be his goal.

“I really wanna let my flames out,” Rin added, taking a step towards them that sent a rush of flames towards the nearest trees. “You guys are my friends, so you won’t mind if I do that, right?”

Ryuuji pulled Konekomaru closer so he could heft him up and run if he needed to. Mike and Uke were standing by Izumo, and it seemed like they were also ready to heft the girls up. Ryuuji wasn’t sure he could make it to them before Rin, but he would try. The spell for a shield was already ready on the tip of his tongue.

Rin might be lost, but he wasn’t going to let whatever had taken his body hurt his friends while he could still fight. They’d get out, and they’d fix this, whatever it cost.

#bonrin #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #ryuuji suguro #ryuji suguro #ane #bon x rin #bon suguro #aoe #aoex #bonfire #bonxrin

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People in the comments of that Tiktok saying Harry and Zayn carried 1D vocally so forget the fact that Liam actually does have a great voice. More consistent and impressive than Harry’s, with what Liam could do with his voice. Zayn had the best voice in the band and they gave many solos to Harry but the people who hate on Liam forget the fact that he was a bit of a leader of the band on-stage and in interviews, especially early on. Liam said he had to be the point guy, the one who kept the others on track in interviews and now people forget that or dismiss it but he was. They also act like Zayn and Harry were the only talented ones and I hate that. All of the 1D boys were talented and still are, though I don’t know that I think one of them is much anymore but that could be partly my bias. I did not like Liam’s album or most of his songs. I think there was one I did like particularly and Liam still has a wonderful voice, his album is just not for me

Louis made them more interesting and fun and brought the others out of their shells, and it is interesting that both Niall and Liam kind of say that, that he led them, that they would have lost themselves without Louis. People who worked with the band say that Louis was the one who led the charge to change their sound and that it wa stage right decision. All that was Louis. Harry is not what people think he was. It was a bit backhanded what Liam said about Louis, but he would have seen how they gave him and Niall less solos. From what I remember, Louis’ pitching issues properly started as his confidence went way down. This is just my opinion, but I personally find that Louis had the most unique voice in 1D. Zayn is and always has been a fantastic vocalist and singer, more talented than the clear majority of other male vocalists (leagues above Harry, who has also gotten worse) but I could still pick Louis’ voice out more than anyone else’s, before I knew who any of them were. There was a Tumblr post from someone once, some official source, I can’t remember, which said Louis’ voice was the most important or something in 1D because of what it could do and it really felt like what I feel about Louis’ voice. They all contributed to 1D and ignoring that now just to hate on one or two or three or four of the other boys doesn’t make it any less true. And yes, Louis has guts. He has heart. He is brave.

Zayn has that fantastic, mellifluous silkiness to his voice, almost synthetic in how perfect it can sound (like Adam Lambert’s voice). @itwilltoteshappen (a former Larrie and professional singer) once described it as “athletic.” Zayn can sing miracles.

Liam’s voice is incredible flexible and capable. You can ask Liam to sing chorus, first verse, harmony— he can do it all.

Harry used to have a unique, captivating voice, and sometimes, rarely, he can still pull that voice out. His problem is that he sings with a lot of strain, and that, along with focus on other aspects of performance, destroys the vocal cords after a while. Vocal cords aren’t ab muscles. Once you hurt them, they’ll never come back exactly the same. You can sometimes hear how Harry talks on stage with vocal strain as well.

Niall’s voice is serviceable. He sings well for his genre, which doesn’t require a big range.

Louis… is interesting. You wouldn’t find another voice like his in 10 boybands. It shouldn’t fit in, but somehow his voice is the spice that makes 1D’s songs special. It doesn’t always work, especially live, and sometimes he still has serious pitch issues, but his voice is an athletic instrument now, able to do tricks that he was too insecure to do previously. His voice also carries far because it is such a purely tenor voice, almost an alto voice at times.

People who comment on 1D’s voices are biased by the media projection they see, and by the way industry has catapulted some of them ahead of others.

#one direction

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Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson; 9/12 chapters; Explicit

Things are progressing for our boys...read chapters 8 & 9 on ao3 now!

A future fic where Steve gets a glimpse at an alternative universe where Barb survived, causing a cascade of changes in their lives that somehow leads to him being practically married to Eddie Munson. By the time he's thrust back into his regular life, he's got some decisions to make about how he wants to live moving forward, especially when Eddie comes crashing back into his world.

“I cannot believe you’re wearing that,” Robin had eyed him skeptically as they both got ready to work through closing. “I’ve only ever seen you in it when we go to clubs, and the very gay ones at that.”

“I have definitely worn this to work before,” Steve argued, once more checking his reflection in the mirror. He was wearing his best pair of jeans that he knew for a fact his ass looked great in, along with a black crop top that had Pretty Boy printed across the chest in stark white letters.

“I’ve literally never witnessed that,” Robin countered. “You know he already likes you, and you don’t have to pull out your slutty outfits to get his attention?”

“But my slutty outfits are so fun,” Steve winked at her. Robin rolled her eyes and left him to perfecting his hair.

Steve realized that she was right, of course. He probably didn’t need to whip out a crop top to get Eddie’s eyes on him, but he’d already decided that one of the best parts of charming Eddie would be getting to watch him sweat. So that’s exactly what Steve planned to do.

Eddie didn’t come in until after nine, once again with his hair pulled up and wearing his “normal” clothes. Not that it would make a difference tonight, though. The new customers in the crowd were definitely the types to recognize Eddie on sight, even if he was mildly dressed down.

No one else in the room mattered once Steve caught the exact moment Eddie spotted him. Will, Mike, and El were set up at a table near the door, so Steve heard their excited chorus of “Eddie!”s before he actually saw the man in question. It gave Steve the split second’s notice he needed to look up just as a sea of people parted between them, just in time to catch the small quirk of Eddie’s lips when his eyes landed on Steve. Then that smile drooped right off his face as he dragged his gaze down Steve’s front and his jaw slackened somewhere around where his shirt ended and bare skin started.

Using every bit of self-control he had to not do a victory lap right then and there, Steve instead shot Eddie a wink and went back to trying to take the next person up’s order. He could still feel Eddie’s stare on him, and, out of the corner of his eye, even caught the little way Eddie shook himself out of his daze before heading up to the bar.

“And whoever said you weren’t humble?” Eddie said first thing, eyeing Steve’s shirt with a slight flush to his face. Steve opted to give him the benefit of the doubt on that front. It was hot in there.

“Oh this?” Steve asked, looking down at himself. “Funny thing, this is a magic shirt.”

“Let me guess,” Eddie said with a skeptical grunt. “‘Cause it helps you get lucky?”

God I hope so. Steve only thought it, but his smirk probably gave the hope away.

“Well, maybe—but no,” Steve leaned his elbows on the bar, delighting in the way Eddie’s eyes widened just a fraction, and lowered his voice. “It’s magic because it tells the person reading it what I really think about them.”

Steve was close enough to hear Eddie’s breath hitch, and the sound of it sent a shiver through him. Eddie just stared back at him, almost disbelieving, but there was something else in his eyes that Steve had seen there before. Only now he knew how to recognize it. It was longing.

Then Eddie leaned forward too, until their forearms brushed and he could reach out to pinch the fabric of Steve’s shirt between his fingers.

“Buy a pretty boy a drink, then?” Eddie hummed, eyes still locked on Steve’s and gleaming.

Steve felt like he’d started off with the power here, but it was already slipping away from him. He wasn’t sure he minded.

“What’s your poison?” He asked, then wondered if that was entirely too cliche. Eddie didn’t seem think so.

“Whiskey,” Eddie smiled. “I feel like I’m gonna need it.”

#definitely forgot to post chapter 8 last week #and now 9's up too!#petals in a storm #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #steddie

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d0ll-partz · 1 year

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Final Reflection

I had a really hard time deciding which song I wanted to sing for this assignment, but I ultimately settled on Celebrity Skin by Hole because I think it plays to quite a few of my strengths. It allowed me the freedom to experiment with the performance aspect and add some of my own flair to the track. It also sits in quite a comfortable place in my vocal range, it’s on the lower end with Courtney Love also being an alto. It also has some moments that have a real grit and raspiness to them that I really love. I was responsible for planning the rehearsals and booking the rehearsal spaces, which I think I was pretty successful at as there were only one or two mix-ups with times. I sang the vocals and mixed/edited the studio recording with some guidance from the lovely Stu Brewer in one of the mac suite sessions and from my fellow waterbear student/boyfriend because I really struggled with the production aspect of the project. I also helped out my fellow waterbear student/boyfriend with his project that I sang lead vocals and wrote the lyrics for. We originally wrote it in college a few years ago and haven’t really touched it since. We changed it around a little after having a very productive writing session with Kieron Pepper. He helped me figure out why the existing chorus didn’t sound right in my head and it was due to the phrasing of the lyrics. We also decided to add a new section to act as a chorus as the existing one sounded too much like a pre-chorus.

I think my live performance went really well and I always really enjoy the performance aspect of projects, it's where my passion for music really lies. I think I conveyed the exact amount of instability and anger that I wanted to in my facial expressions and the way I moved my body, as it was written as a very angry song, poking fun at the Hollywood sphere that Courtney Love had been thrust into. Ideally I would’ve had a little more space to move/thrash around but that’s just me being picky. I incorporated some hand movements that I’ve watched Courtney Love do in the live versions of the song that I found, like the way she places her hands under her chin when she sings the line “oh look at my face,” as I thought it was very camp and cute. I didn’t take much else from her aside from fashion/makeup inspiration as her range of movement is limited by her guitar, a problem I do not have, so I mostly just followed my own interpretation of how I think it should be performed.

One thing I need to improve is my planning throughout. It definitely could’ve been better as my organizational skills are severely lacking and I need to be more consistent with how when I get things done, instead of doing nothing and then lots and lots of work in one big burst, I need to start actually sticking to the times I set aside to get things done, i made a weekly planner but I never ended up following the schedule that I made for myself. I am aware of this fact about myself so I always start out with the best intentions and make a game plan but usually around the second week I start to forget things and fall behind, so I need to start setting actual alarms/reminders for when it’s time to get on with a task and hold myself accountable when I fail to do so. I also think my knowledge about production has come a long way, I now understand how to use corrective EQ, how different microphones can be used for different things, and how to add reverb, but it isn’t even nearly as extensive as what it should be by now because I become increasingly nervous around things that I don’t understand and instead of asking for help I like to make myself suffer in silence! I think this is because of some unresolved stuff left over from going to a grammar school. I genuinely need to sit down over the break and rewatch all the content and write down the parts I didn’t really understand and take it to one of the production tutors to help me fill in the gaps in my knowledge. I also ran out of time to record the bass line so the mix sounds quite empty, Stu helped me and explained how to use a spreader to make the sound wider but the lack of bass really sticks out and annoys me, if I could do it again I’d make sure I had allocated enough time to get Rei or Toby in to record the bass line for me. I showed a few of my peers my final mix and the video of my live performance and they all gave me pretty positive feedback, only one person noticed the lack of bass in the studio recording and I got quite a few compliments on my stylistic choices. Overall I think this project went pretty well, I would definitely improve my organisation in every aspect and spend some more time understanding production but I’m pretty happy with the end results.

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