#has that man ever listened to a single lyric in his life. what the FUCK is up with your chill playlist bud none of those songs are chill.

[crossbackpoke-check]

V random but I’m in my Brockpetey feels could I listen to your 46 60 playlist!!

of course!! the first playlist i mentioned in the tags is actually not mine—it belongs to ash @notthequiettype and is a soundtrack to their wonderful fic Lake Rules (go read it if you haven’t already!!! highly recommend!!!)

annnd this one is my personal brockpetey vibes playlist

happy listening!!!

#liv in the replies #sadcanucksfan #also!! ash if you want me to unlink/untag please let me know and i will!!! #this one got bumped up because it’s currently relevant (i just posted brockpetey content) the rest of them will be scheduled in the queue 🫡 #if i don’t do it now i will lose all links and ability to find things #as for my brockpetey i have zero reasons for any of the songs besides minnesota. it’s all vibes no thoughts. #minnesota to me is the quintessential brock petey song topped only (but really equaled) by charm you (also by samia) #like minnesota i would love to say is a joke but i really heard that song for the first time YEARS ago and went oh my fucking god. #i’m going back to minnesota huh #and then CHARM YOU??? AN ACT OF VIOLENCE AGAINST ME PERSONALLY???? #you’re telling me there’s the lyrics ‘kissin you would be like kissin on the USA’ & ‘flying while i’m lying that i hate LA’ & it’s not 406? #(addition that i wasn’t gonna tell you but i have to tell y’all because it’s relevant to Me. samia is so so so so good live.) #(also i haven’t added it to the playlist because it’s sad but kill her freak out has narrative potential as brockpetey. also???? #they’re all somehow petey pov to me. sometimes people just get assigned bands in my head for no reason & i think samia is petey’s vibe band. #BESIDES bbno$ which is canon lmao. spiritually petey is a samia song to me i guess idk why either sorry but kill her freak out #is a (seemingly you know how i am) unrequited brock/petey for when brock got his gf. thank u for your time i hate it too just listen to it) #also no statements about my music taste i will cry. if you hate it don’t tell me if you have recs do tell me #although i do have a joke playlist compiled of all the songs brock has been screencapped listening to because. why not. it’s fun and also #has that man ever listened to a single lyric in his life. what the FUCK is up with your chill playlist bud none of those songs are chill. #lovingly. ripping my hair out. the amount of times he listens to fast car like???? girl are you okay. #anyway this is ur reminder i miss stalking people on spotify let me see your music taste cowards. #ALSO #IF I THINK TOO LONG ABOUT PETEY IN MINNESOTA I WILL LOSE MY SHIT SO I AM NOT JUST KNOW THAT I CLICKED THE FIC & SKRTED I CAN’T HAVE EMOTIONS #if i did not have someplace to be at precisely 7:50AM i would be having a full breakdown please believe me. #oh also ALSO bonus points if you figure out what the numbers in the name are :)

[leejenowrld]

I HAVE QUESTIONS!!!

for yn and jeno

- what songs do you dedicate to each other? like what songs do you think of when you think of the other?

- is there anything you regret (sexually?)

- how does it feel when you see the other upset and mad?

- do you get along with each others friends?

- who’s louder in bed?

- jeno, what’s your opinion on what seoyeon did to yn that one time?

-

<3333 i love this

what songs do you dedicate to each other?

yn - i love you by little mix. it’s a strong love ballad. i really resonate with the lyrics. it’s emotional, it’s powerful, it makes me happy, it makes me cry, it gives me life. the song perfectly encapsulates what it’s like to love lee jeno and what it feels like to be loved by him

jeno - here with me by dVvd, i don’t care what happens in my life, as long as i’m with yn then it’s all that matters. i just want her by my side, with me. we belong with each other.

(jeno) nothing on you by bruno mars, i wanna be yours, moments by one direction,

(yn) pretty boy the neighbourhood, style by taylor swift, glue song by beabadoobaee

is there anything you regret sexually?

yn - hm, i mean, not really? we always have fun and we always talk about what we should explore/what we liked and what we didn’t really like.

jeno - fuck no.

how does it feel when you see the other upset/mad?

yn - jeno gets upset very rarely. i’ve seen him cry like 3 times in the years we’ve been together. and each time killed me. if i think about it now then i will sob. you know that something hits jeno hard when it causes him to cry. all i could do was comfort him and hold him as he sobbed into my shoulder :( he cried himself to sleep all three times. i tried to hide my tears from him and not show him that i was getting upset but we ended up crying to each other all 3 times :( i want nothing in the world to ever hurt my man. like i will become violent at anyone or anything that makes him feel that way

and when he’s mad? oh he gets mad a lot. it’s not that difficult to calm him down for me, i’ve become quite good at it. i sit attentively and listen to him as he lets it out and then i actively calm him down, kisses on his temple, holding his hands, rubbing his shoulder, rubbing his cheek with my thumb, whispering softly to him. it’s all the small things that calms him down. he becomes very overwhelmed with anger and it’s gotten him into many fights, verbal and physical. he isn’t afraid to defend what’s right and that’s what i love about him, his priorities are so strong <3 there hasn’t been a time where he’s been in the wrong or he’s picked a fight for the wrong reasons. he doesn’t ever pick them. he’s mature.

jeno - yn gets quite sad and emotional, she probably cries in my arms every week and it hurts me every single time. she’s very sensitive and i don’t wanna call my girl weak but she takes a lot of things to heart, she feels everything and she feels it a lot. she can’t deal well with confrontation or any sign of misunderstandings and she just bursts open in my arms and lets everything out :( when she’s upset she begins hyperventilating and sobbing really loudly, she can’t get her words out and she shakes. so the first thing i do is drop everything for her and just hold her, put her in my arms, massage her hair, kiss her forehead, look into her eyes and whisper sweet things to her. i just wait for her to calm down before we start talking. it takes a while sometimes, sometimes she’s able to recover quickly. whichever one it is, i’m always so proud of her. she’s so strong. we always talk about what’s on her mind and what’s made her upset and i try my best to guide her through it and help her on what she has to do, i try to give her good advice. i’m so endlessly proud of her. she just has a big heart and gets overwhelmed a lot. i wish i could take away her pain.

jeno - my girlfriend doesn’t get mad, she has so much patience, more patience than i will ever have. but she can get snappy when she’s stressed and under high pressure. it’s okay though, it’s nothing serious. 9/10 she will always come into my arms and kiss me all over my face and apologise for being snappy with me

do you get along with each others friends?

yn - yeah! i love them. at first i was really shy and they all probably thought i was anti social. i’m sure they wasn’t too keen on me but i hope i’ve changed their minds :) they’re chill and good company, they make jeno happy and that’s all that matters. they’re incredibly caring and protective too. i’m someone who gets suffocated in the presence of others but none of jenos friends make me feel that way :)

jeno - yn has like… maybe three friends and one of them is me 😭 i’m joking. yn’s main friend is heejin and i do love her. mainly after seeing how good of a friend she is to yn. she always protects and defends her and she makes my girlfriend happy. yn has a habit of not defending herself, she lets people shit on her and treat her like crap but heejin always fights for her and it warms my heart. she fights back to all the girls who are so unnecessarily rude and bitchy to yn. once she punched seoyeon in the face and wow… i’m glad because she does things that i can’t do

who’s louder in bed?

yn - definitely jeno

jeno - what the fuck? it’s you

yn - [shakes her head] jeno doesn’t try to be quiet. he wants everyone to hear. it’s a kink i think. he says the dirtiest of things at the top of his lungs

jeno - it’s 100% yn. she will scream at the top of her lungs all night long. she will scream daddy, baby and jeno the most. even when she’s tired and so fucked out of her mind she still forces herself to have the energy to scream one more ‘JENO’ or ‘DADDY!!’

yn - he doesn’t care who hears or sees him, that’s why he always fucks me in the living room or in public, he wants people to see.

jeno - says the girl who rode my dick on the train home

yn - there was like one other person in the carriage and she was old and blind anyways!

jeno - well she wasn’t death, she could hear you moaning ‘daddy’

#jeno fluff #jeno smut #jeno x reader #fic my first and last #nct jeno #jeno imagines #jeno moodboard #nct #nct 127 #jeno #nct lee jeno #nct dream jeno #nct new team #nct x reader #nct u #nct imagines #nct dream #nct smut #nct scenarios #jeno texts #lee jeno #jeno icons #nct icons #fic mfal #mfal jeno #mfal yn #mfal ask jeno #mfal ask yn #mfal facts

[do-i-look-like-a-doctor]

Gojo headcanons bc ive got too much time on my hands

bro ate chalk as a kid and ive got proof

look at his kid self for a sec, he’s got a grown out buzzcut and the blue eyed stare. thats a chalk eater

you can’t convince me he’s a good swimmer

he’s lanky and tall, bro gets swept away the min he is near the ocean. he’s built to be shark food, sorry luv

the cloth he wears to cover his eyes is raggedy as hell

let me explain. he wears it constantly both in and out of battle, he wears it in any weather, and let’s be real he’s so odd that he probs sleeps in it sometimes

this leads me to believe that even tho he almost never gets hurt during a fight the blood and grime gets all up in the cloth

no amount of Tide or even acid could get rid of the STENCH that mask holds

it smells like ten cans of bounce that ass. one whiff could, quite literally, kill an old man

he’s a chronic podcast listener

tried to become one of those skater kids, failed miserably. geto never let him live it down

i think he’d make a great partner but if you listen to Hozier he will cause a scene

basically what im saying is he’s jealous of Hozier

Gojo knows that no matter how strong he is he will NEVER compare to that man’s vocals/lyrics and what they do to you

que Gojo trying to sing your fav Hozier song(s) but he can’t match the pitch which sends you into cardiac arrest

other than that he’s a pretty good singer, could probs serenade you to sleep

you know how everyone has an irrational fear? yuh his is birds

you ever see him interact with one in a normal way?

you see a bird, he sees a sack of organs with hollow bones that sore through the sky and sometimes they can talk

he pisses his pants when he sees a macaw

he’s a rich bitch and it’s a problem. not cuz he’s an ass abt it but bc he spoils the hell out of the teens

we know he would buy Megumi anything in the world but Yuuji and Nobara get the same treatment

he saw Yuuji’s orphaned ass and immediately transferred HUNDREDS to Yuuji’s bank acc

ain’t no student of his gonna be broke, that’s for sure

probs carries around pics of Megumi from when the teen was a kid

some are cute such as Megumi at the beach or having a fun at the zoo. others are of Megumi fighting for his life

i feel that when Yuuji entered the equation he also started taking pics of him during cute, fun, or important moments

very much sentimental older brother energy

whenever Gojo gets sick or injured he either becomes a massive baby or denies it until he’s dead

depends on the problem tbh. if he’s got a head cold he needs to be hospitalized but if he got his legs cut off he’d ignore it for weeks

you know how most men’s body wash or shampoo is named in, what’s considered, “masculine scents”

like redwood, campfire smoke, whiskey, fucking piss water

yuh he’s not a fan

i don’t think he’d really like those scents. in his mind, why does smelling like burnt coal or salt = masculine?

he probs just grabs whatever he likes, maybe orange scented stuff or even subtle vanilla

whatever cologne he wears tho is fucking delicious. you smell it and immediately your knees give out

i think if you gave him a huff of old spice tho he’d just disintegrate

im thinking of his general hygiene now, he has a solid routine

it’s not a million steps, probs just good quality face wash, serums, and moisturizer

that being said he suffered horrific back acne as a kid. dont ask how I know this, i will eat you alive

he looks and acts flawless but we know the truth. he sucks at card games

Yuuji’s biggest flex is he beat Gojo at go-fish 28 times in a row

he says calabunga and not a single person can stand it

that’s it for now, i’ll probs add more headcanons later

thanks for coming to my ted talk, i hope this post finds you before Sukuna does

(this is all mildly unedited, soz for mistakes)

#jjk #gojo satoru #jjk satoru #Gojo #jjk gojo #satorugojo

[georgieluz]

Hey Jules! 2, 9, 14, 19, 24, and 28 for the HBO War positivity ask game please ☺️

hi lou!! ofc ofc!! :)

2 - who are some your fav creators/mutuals?

i love all of my mutuals and every creator in the fandom bc everyone is just amazing!! but to list just a few @footprintsinthesxnd, yourself!! (@luckynumber4), @ep6bastogne @lamialamia @thewayisset @lewis-winters @jenkil @mads-weasley @hellofanidea @liptonwashere @malarkgirlypop @panzershrike-pretz @sweetxvanixlla @whollyjoly @samwinchesterslostshoe @next-autopsy @iceman-kazansky @heystovepipeboys @theflyingfin @cody-helix02 and many many more!

special shout out to the cult!! zim zam, my friends, zim zam!!! also i'm so sorry if i forgot to tag anyone!!

9 - a ship that you can't get enough of?

bradnate, andyeddie, snurgie, ronnix, lipluz, webgott, and no matter how much winnix i consume it never gets old so them too!

14 - your fav underrated character?

ooh this is always hard bc everyone classifies underrated as a different thing.. are burgie and harry underrated? if so, them! chuck grant, tab (this man is so loved he's can't be underrated but i couldn't not mention mr lover lover himself), alton more??? one of the most interesting easy co men for sure!! wish we had more of him (lol)

19 - what's your fav universally-accepted/fanon headcanon about a character?

ooh either all the nix childhood fanon or the andyeddie ghosts/afterlife/grief fanon.. yeah.. that hits the spot

24 - what wip from another creator are you most excited about?

all of @ep6bastogne's wips (yes i read all your tags about them in utter anticipation), @luckynumber4's burgie wip! anything @footprintsinthesxnd writes! same with @lewis-winters ALL of your wips sound so so sooooo up my street/my thing!! there are so many more but despite my plans to spend the day at home i actually have to leave the comfort of my bed and brave the cold outside, and i'm late already so i'm gonna have to stop listing, but it's very likely that i'm excited for almost every single wip any of you guys have!

28 - what's something that lives in your brain rent free and you want everyone to know about the show/the fandom/your works?

outside of hbowar??? oooh i have LOADS of things!! the thick of it!! it has such clever funny writing, the best dialogue and political satire ever, because it's just so true to life and accurate for uk politics. peter capaldi is fucking amazing in it! and you'll see a lot of uk actors that are famous for other things here. but yeah, it's just hilarious and witty and clever. love it. go watch it. ummm other than that, the korean band onewe!! please go listen to them, they are ridiculously talented and have the kindest most lovely and accepting fandom in the world. in fact, the hbo war fandom and onewe fandom are the only two fandoms i've ever felt happy and comfortable in. onewe write beautiful songs with the most gorgeous lyrics (they have a space series which is one of my all-time favourites). ALSO pride (2014) as a movie recommendation! this film is my comfort film but it tears me apart as well. some people watch it for the queerness and come away learning about welsh history too.. for others, it's the opposite. but as a welsh gay man for me both those elements are so important to who i am and my own identity, that this film is just feels so incredibly special to me. especially the character gethin who i really feel i can relate to a lot due to our circumstances. tim roth is someone who i always wanna shout about and who lives rent free in my head too. love that man so much. also the band the libertines!! because them and the strokes were my entire teenage years and i pretty much grew up with their music as my 'soundtrack'. ok i think that's enough, even though i definitely have way more to shout about. sorry i rambled!

for this ask game!

#julian's ask games #julian's inbox #hbo war positivity game #also i'm gonna answer the rest of these asks and also the wip asks from like two weeks ago when i get home!! sorry i'm taking ages

[katsukikitten]

continuation of a selfship drabble master list here

The leaves on the ground give him pause, brow furrowing as he notices you haven't posted anything for a solid two weeks now, not even a status. Almost a month since he spoke to you last.

He sighs, berates himself for doing it but he has to know that you're at least still alive. Checking your location first and he's thankful you still haven't turned it off. Looks like you're either headed back to your apartment or out. Sees that Taro is with you and closes the app.

Tells himself that's good enough, that at least he knows you're living, that you were in the hands of someone he trusted dearly. So he pockets his phone only to pull it right back out.

Is she okay?

Sky blue eyes stare down at the message, chancing a glance at you who's driving as if he could get into trouble. Slander thumbs make quick work of a response.

I reckon

makin me sing all the fuckin songs on the radio

especially TOD

Kaza feels conflicted, tongue running along his teeth as he rereads the rapid messages. Before he can reply another comes on.

Your singles've been playing a lot. not while I'm in the car but shit is obvious.

Fuck, fuck he shouldn't have even fuckin recorded them. Soft sad melodies that played in his head during the witching hour. Shouldn't have ever put your voice memos layered to sound like background barely audibly just for him to call out to you before the next verse. Text me when you get home, I love you. Something he said to you over and over again.

that vent song we made together that Muzan fuckin released anyway.

and this sad ass song I can't stomach

we ain't strangers to them right

pretty girl think that? that we're fuckin strangers?

Attached is a link to the song that he clicks quickly to listen to, lyrics solemn and sad. Just his single, just like the vent song he and taro made, still unable to capture the well of sadness and anger in his chest. Glaring down at his phone, trying to calm his breath, Akaza was the main reason why the band had to take a hiatus in the first place.

Punching band members, punching aggressive fans that asked about you, punching Muzan when he tried to offer up his niece as someone that he or Gyutaro could date. He would have broken his jaw if it wasn't for the other three band members trying to pull him off.

Like pulling a wild dog off a bone.

A wolf off a carcass.

He did break Koku's orbital bone with his elbow when he tried throwing them off. It was Gyutaro who thought quickly enough to shout "She'll be pissed if ya get jail time."

But the threat of that died the next day when he found himself smiling down at four men in a four v one that he instigated. Running his hand through his fading pink hair. Biting the inside of his already raw cheek.

He reassures his bandmate easily

your pretty girl always thinks the world of ya. tell her the truth she'll believe ya

To which the dark haired man replies quickly

fuck off you first

"Stubborn bastard." He growls to no one but himself before his phone pings, not a message but a notification.

Clicking on it way too quickly to see a selfie of you and Taro both flicking off the camera. The man is smoking, cigarette hanging from his lips, phone in his other hand screen still aglow as if he was in the middle of a reply.

Clearly at a stop light, your hair wind blown and the two of you are in your car, the one he helped you fix up and by helped he asked you to "sit and look pretty princess" while he did all of the work because he wanted to.Still does.

But he can't, not anymore. No way to explain what happened and maybe he doesn't think he deserves to even attempt to tell you a truth you won't believe anyway.

The caption reads still livin, still hate the end of summer

He pats himself down for his smokes, debates if he should vague, cupping his hand around the end of the stick before the flame flickers to life and catches. Burning as he breathes in and exhales slowly leaving a gray cloud in its wake.

Deciding against it when another selfie comes through, you with your eyes closed and peace sign up, oversized hoodie, his hoodie, making the neckline a bit lower, seeing something circular and black on a dainty chain, like a ring or band. A necklace he doesn't recognize, at least at first, eyes going to the caption.

we'll go back to strangers

Stomach dropping as the lyrics match up to the song he listens to now. Although she wasn't musically inclined she's always been drawn to it, he knew that. Knew her music reflected her moods more often than not.

Knew that when he released his single. The one that made her go radio silent to the entire group, even if she wasn't angry with them, for an entire two months before Gyutaro showed up at her door.

Another text comes in pulling him from his thoughts only to fan the flames.

she still has that fuckin ring

And then it hits him, the circular band too small for his inked digits burns against his skin under his shirt hanging from a chain. Fingers flying to it to feel the smoothness of the rose gold and the embedded onyx gem and black diamonds surrounding it. The same ring you flung back at him when everything happened so fast.

Looking at the photo you posted again and finally seeing the 'pendant' for what it really was. A black wedding band meant to match a black gemmed wedding ring.

The revelation makes him see red, makes a clotting mix of deep sorrow and anger twist and knot in his chest, losing when one starts and the other ends. Just how he sees you and him. Quick to start his bike, to abandon his half finished cigarette and skid out of his parking spot before he heads back inside to bloody his knuckles again. He was the cause of this, of your sorry.

Your pain.

Heart beating way too fast and yet slowing as he starts to become numb. Grip tight on his bike's handle and phone making it glitch. Snapping pictures, opening apps from feeling his skin, the sensors not knowing what to register and trying to pinpoint the most pressure.

Meanwhile his speedometer climbs higher and higher.

190

200

220

250

Slowly creeping higher as his bike whines from exertion. Weaving between cars that barely register as a blur as he navigates the highway this late at night.

His phone vibrates excessively before his headphones interrupt the looped song to signify he had an incoming call before picking up for him. Wind from no helmet going to to make it near impossible for him to say anything back unless he screamed.

"Slow down and delete that fuckin picture before she sees it. Right the fuck NOW!" Gravely voice rarely raised, especially when aimed at family.

But Akaza can't be fucking bothered, barely audible as he growls "Shut the fuck up." With that he hangs up and when it rings again he doesn't bother answering it, launching it into the concrete guard unable to watch it explode into a million pieces from his speed.

Part of him thinks he should let go, just finally let the ride take him like it was always supposed to.

Fitting that a violent life would lead to a violent end.

Until the ghost of you curls around his back, static before your pretty voice would ring through his ear pods because you called him on his way home from work.

"Careful Jiji, I just want you home in one piece."

Making him grip his brakes as fast as possible without flinging himself over the handlebars, stopped on the side of the shoulder as a few cars past by him.

He walks back the handful of miles to where he threw his phone, whistling lowly when he sees nothing but a star shower of glittering glass and smashed innards.

Kneeling down and determining that nothing was salvageable. Running his broad palm through his hair slowly.

God could he be anymore of a fuck up?

He was sure he couldn't.

But he'd be proved otherwise, when he turns on his new phone the next afternoon sees several missed calls from his foxy sister, from Taro and one from you at 3am.

Not a vague, not a message, a phone call. Voicemail flashing at the top of the fresh screen. Inked fingers fumbling over the glass as he goes to listen, your voice filling him with absolute dread.

How you try to force the venom into your tone, how you can't hide how you've been crying, how you're still shaking. Pouty lip wobbling from the weight he put on you by giving in to his anger.

"You better be fuckin dead."

Before the line goes as dead as he feels inside.

He really truly was a demon.

[artzychic27]

DuPont Cheer Squad headcanons?

When DuPont finally got a cheer team and coach, every rich girl looking for her fifteen minutes of popularity went to tryouts doing basic ass backflips

That is not what Elsy Vestures (Bragging rights to the person who can figure out the reference of her name) is looking for

So, she kicks every single one of them out of the gym and threatens their social lives if they even think about coming back… (This should be a MASSIVE clue to her name, guys. Come on)

She’s looking for raw talent and finds it in the most unlikely of places

Nathaniel K.

“Doesn’t look like much, looks like the wind could knock him over. Hell, I kinda want to knock him over just for that hair.”

Nathaniel: Who the hell put my sketchbook on the basketball hoop?! Huh?!… Alright. Alix, launch me.

Alix: On it.

*Nathaniel gets a running start, runs, and Alix gives him a leg up. He grabs his sketchbook and ends with a tuck and roll*

She wants him

Cosette B.

“I can smell the sad home life on this one. Copes by making lame Bi puns. What have you got for me, kid?”

While not looking where they were going, Cosette tripped and nearly fell down the stairs, only to catch themself and perform a graceful front handspring

They belong to Elsy now

Jean D.

“Obviously a theater kid if that sweater has anything to say about it. Looks kinda familiar, though, and I hate remembering faces. Where have you been?”

After some endless scrolling, Elsy discovers that Jean was once a cheerleader at their old school and lead their team to three championships

“Mine!”

Austin A.

“Prissy bleached walking one dimensional valley girl alert. But I sense something in you, blondie, so wow me. Do a flawless flip for no reason, or something.”

Austin A: Ugh! You guys got the banner crooked! *Gets a running start, jumps, fixes the banner in mid air, and lands with a front flip* Better. Next time, don’t fuck up!

“Aw. It’s like looking in a tiny mirror.”

A. Spinelli

“Heh. Nice tough guy, routine, but I can smell your fear a mile away, punk. What are you trying to hide?”

During study hall, Elsy follows Spinelli into the auditorium where she finds him dancing to some music on his headphones… And it’s not terrible

That’s one of the best compliments she’s ever given someone

Ismael P.

*Sips coffee* “This shit sucks. Make this quick for me. What are you? A breakdancer? You do parkour? What?”

Ismael grinds down the stair rail on his skateboard, and midway, does an aerial flip, then a handspring on the end of the rail before he could face plant on it, and lands on his skateboard

Suddenly, the coffee’s beginning to taste much better

Juleka C.

“… Why did I go to this girl again? She’s just… She’s just listening to guitar music, what am I supposed to-“

Then Juleka comes up with lyrics on the spot, and they’re perfect

What’s a cheer squad without any actually good cheers?

Denice C./Ivan B.

“God, the things I could do with those biceps. But, I prefer to strike fear in the hearts of many the natural way. Besides that, they’re perfect! I need someone to throw red and Goldie locks.”

Elsy is even more on board when she sees Denise chuck an Akuma across the courtyard, and Ivan holds them overhead to keep them from getting away

She’s gonna have to order sleeveless uniforms. Once those two flex, there go the sleeves

Nino L.

“Gimme something, music man. What can I get from you? What do you have to offer besides the one pair of shoes at this shitty school that don’t make me have to hurl?”

Elsy finds Nino at one of his deejay gigs, and without yelling into the microphone, he projects his voice loud enough so that even those in the far back can hear

Elsy lost a bit of her hearing, but it was worth it

So, after threatening the principal with some incriminating photos, Elsy calls the students into the gym where she announces that she wants them on the cheer squad

Cosette: I beg your pardon?

Nathaniel: Ha! No!

Ivan: Nope.

Denise: Not in a million years.

Nino: No.

Spinelli: Not happening.

Austin A: Never.

Ismael: I can’t see that happening.

Juleka: You’ve got the wrong girl.

Jean: YES!

But, she’s able to convince them all to come to practice for a week and see what they think. Then, they’ll cheer at an upcoming basketball game and give her their answers afterward

Surprisingly, they enjoy it, and even more surprising to them, they’re actually good. Jean already knew he had skills, though

With their first appearance came some popularity, mostly from the athletes who thought they could swipe Denise, Nathaniel, and Jean

They know Zoé will punt them, Myléne will turn feral, Rose will hold a unicorn knife to their throats, and Alya will torture them online

So, they go for them, only to find Marc, Austin T, and Simon waiting for them with baseball bats

Marc: *Sharpening his cleats* You better start running.

This ⬆️with Nathaniel, Austin A, and Denise

Denise in a cheer skirt is not good for Simon’s health

Spinelli wears his fingerless gloves with his uniform

Reshma knitted Ismael a red and white cardigan to look like the jackets that come with the uniform

The Akuma class expects Juleka, Nathaniel, and Ivan to be a lot more bubbly, but they’re still the same antisocial bunch they know and love

Nino has full custody of the megaphone

Austin A requested a pink hair tie and sneakers instead of red

Jean has an HBIC crop top

They have sleepovers on the Liberty and watch every Bring It On movie

Cosette and Nathaniel dye the streamers of everyone’s pom poms, and Cosette does everyone’s eye makeup, and Nathaniel does any face paint for competitions

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #nathaniel kurtzberg #nino lahiffe #juleka couffaine #ivan bruel #jean duparc #mlb ocs #mlb au #cheerleader au

[liecastillo]

That’s Hilarious

Chris Evans x female reader

Summary: Chris came back to your house after you broke up and he’s acting hilarious... and delirious.

Warnings: angst, past relationship, crying a lot

Wordcount: 1k

!!beware of all the mistakes, English is not my native language!!

A/N: I have a lot I want to say about this story I just finished writing, but I honestly don’t know where to start. Well, first and foremost you should know I wrote this after I got VERY dissapointed by my boyfriend and then it’s also inspired by Charlie Puth’s song That’s Hilarious so you can find a lot of the lyrics in this story. Recommend listening to the song before or during reading! And bonus points to those who find the Little Mix reference, haha. Also, I don’t really read/write angst, I usually decide to avoid it, but today just calls for it, sorry. xx

Also!! I decided to start accepting prompts and requests, so if you want to send me something, go ahead!!!

Enjoy!

When Chris and I broke up I felt defeated.

This was love? Was it supposed to hurt this much? Why did it happen? Could I change it or is it too late?

During our last moments together, before Chris left my house for good, Chris solemnly swore it’s not me. That it’s him whose fault it is and that it’s entirely on him.

Yet he is back in my house trying to put the blame on me. Like the tables have somehow turned and suddenly every bad thing that has ever happened between us is my fault.

He was screaming. Furious. Putting the blame on me and only making it worse.

We were together for a year. A year of my fucking life that I’m never going to get back. I thought he was IT. The so-called endgame. But no, he was just another heartbreak, although not one to be worthy of writing another anthem about.

So when we were standing opposite of each other I could not just stand back and let him scream his aggression into my face and then say nothing. No.

I was quiet for too long and I was hurting.

From the heartbreak. From his ill words. From the way, he was suddenly treating me so badly.

Yeah, this situation was pretty hilarious.

“You know, I loved you,“ I said with a raised voice to shush his wave of words that were shaming me and our entire relationship.

“I loved you through every good and bad moment,“ I choked through tears. They were rushing down my face in a never-ending race until they met at the bottom of my chin. It was pathetic that I had to uphold to every single little thing that I did for our relationship. “Through every high and low, I was still here for you. Whether you were feeling fine or under the weather, I stood beside you and supported you no matter what and this is what I get back? Hm?“

“Oh please, this is not what it’s about and you know it,“ he responded.

“Oh really? And what it is about then? Hm? Enlighten me, please.“ I tried not to sound too beggy but I think from all those constantly changing expressions on my face, he could very much read my every single emotion during this whole stupid conversation.

He was the actor in this relationship after all.

“You can’t be serious, Chris! You come here and put all your blame on me. What changed? Not so long ago you were saying it’s not my fault and swearing it’s all you. You’re acting delirious!“ I was screaming at him and wanted to continue furthermore, but stopped when I noticed tears coming out of his eyes.

Good, I hope they’re for me.

“I just want you back,“ he rasped and sniffed. He wiped his face with the sleeve of his hoodie and looked at me with glossy eyes. “After the time spent without you, I realized I miss you and that I need you.“

“What?“ I said in disbelief. “Then why are you playing this fucking game with me, Chris? This is not what people do to someone they love!“ My eyes were popping out of my head.

I could not believe his fucking words.

“You know what? No. Because you’re just another lesson I learnt. And now I know I shouldn’t have given my heart to a man who’s still got a broken one. Because, honestly, Chris… Did you really need to break up with me to realize you love me? That I’m not just some kind of replacement? Because, frankly, I don’t want a relationship like that,“ I said heavily breathing and preparing for my next words.

“I don’t want a relationship with you,“ I announced. My heart was heavily breathing inside my chest and once again I could feel tears in the corners of my eyes.

No, not now, please. Not in front of him, you already shattered too many tears for him to see.

“So please make this easier for both of us and leave my house and never come back. You didn’t love me when you had me and all of a sudden you need me so badly. If you think I would still want you after the things you put me through in the last couple of weeks, you’re delirious.“

He nodded his head a couple of times and sucked in his lips.

He shoved his hands inside the pockets of his hoodie before he turned and left my house.

But before the doors closed behind him, he turned to me and said: “But I do still love you. Even though you might not believe me anymore. You were everything to me too, even though I wasn’t probably showing it enough. And you weren’t a replacement, but maybe I just didn’t know how to love again without it ending badly… again.“

I shakily inhaled through my nose and waited if he has something else to say to me. Maybe just to see if there really is something left in his heart. Something that someone could call love.

“I’m sorry that I put the blame in reverse,“ he spoke once again. “Because what I said that night was true. I guess I came here today to prove myself something. I don’t really know.“ He rubbed his eyes which were once again shining with tears.

I was already uncontrollably sobbing and shaking from his admissions. Because from the way he was saying them… I knew he was telling the truth.

Because he may be an actor, but he still is a damn bad liar.

“And I know it’s too late to come here and say how sorry I am because I already hurt you so much. So please accept my apology. This is not how I wanted this to end.“

I started to choke on my tears. Milion thoughts were running through my head, yet I could not understand a single one of them.

I fell down on my knees and covered my mouth in a failed attempt to cover the loud sobs coming out of my mouth.

“Goodbye,“ was the last thing he said before he closed the front door.

You didn't love when you had me But now you need me so badly You can't be serious (you can't be serious) That's hilarious (that's hilarious) Thinkin' I would still want you After the things you put me through

Taglist: @keanureevesisbae​

#chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fanfic #chrisevansfanfiction #chrisevans #chris evans #chris evans angst #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #chris evans story #cevans #chrisevansfanfic

[gildedmuse]

Give me your top 3 ZoLaw songs please

Quick note: I don't care what gender a song is about, to me gender is so easy to change out. It's easy for me to imagine the characters who fit the song regardless of the gender the singer is or who they're singing about. I think that's true for everyone but then you meet weird people who care. Not me. No fucks. If the title of the song was "She's a Green Haired Three Sword Weilding Slut With A Death Wish And I Love Her" I dare you not to picture ZoLaw.

Call My Name by The Unlikely Canidates

I keep my heart / Under the floorboards / Deep in the dark / Far away from yours / A panic starts, in a little box / When you're at my door / And it's fine, no, I lied, I feel it screaming / It knows what you've come for

The imagery here, with a heart actually being removed and hidden away, is pretty on the nose but f you ignore that the song really captures what I think of as Law's whole "I am cursed, people cannot love me and if they do, they will die" thing. Like did you see Law's reaction to hearing that Corazon saved him not out of selfishness or for some greater purpose but because he LOVED him. That fact shakes Law to his core. And the way he just sent his crew to Zou without telling them he didn't think he was going to come back, that he thought he was going to die. That speaks to someone who does not see himself as being loved.

Even when he returns to them, he is clearly happy to see them but he is also very restrained. It all speaks to someone who is very guarded what the his heart, and I think this song captures that. Specifically, I think it both tells a story of somehow who is protecting their heart, who sees anyone trying to love them almost like an attack, and finally there is an undercurrent that while he is hiding his heart from being hurt he is doing so to protect the other person.

Your pale blue eyes trigger innocence / And blind to euphoria / Then it throbs and I'm lost, I hear it laughing / My heart will destroy us

I just think it really manages to capture how Law would feel about love. First, as an attack he needs to defend himself against and secondly as something he needs to protect the other person against.

And that's why I'd put it as one of my top Law songs.

Heart Of A Dog by The Kills

I get lost / But I always come around / It's a strange fear / Allows me to be found / I'm loyal, oh oh, I'm loyal / I'm loyal, oh oh / I got the heart of a dog

Since the first one was very Law oriented, have a Zoro inspired addition. I mean, do I even have to explain this? Look at those lyrics.

I do admit, this is one that works much better for All Hearts than maybe general ZoLaw, but I would argue that seeing as being loyal is so engrained in Zoro's character, it still works even outside of the context of Zoro being Law's first mate. I think a core element of Zoro that makes him so popular is just how ride or die he is. Once he is on this crew, he is on this ship, he's going along for the ride and the only way you'll get him off is death. That's just who Zoro IS.

That's who he is as a crew mate, and I have to believe that is who he would be as a lover. Even on a more canon reading where he isn't actually on Law's crew or ship, I don't think Zoro has it in him to love someone and NOT give it all himself. That's just not how he works.

Once he's set on Law, he's set on Law, and nothing short of his heart not beating will change that.

It's life or death why I chew through the chain / It don't matter my love's the same

Crazy Possessive by Kaci Battaglia

Touch my man again and Imma f*** you up, and Imma f*** you up

Listen to this song then imagine Law when ever Luffy wraps himself around Zoro.

Listen to it and imagine any modern AU and Doffy setting a SINGLE FINGER on Law.

Tell me these two would not fuck people up for DARING to try and cross the line.

Bonus!

Go Places by The New Pornographers

Yes a heart should always go one step too far / Come the morning and the day winding like dreams / Come the morning every blue shade of green / Come with me, go places

This should just be on every Captain x Anyone ship from OP playlist ever. That's just facts.

Come head-on, full circle / Our arms fill with miracles / Play hearts, kid, they work well Like magic, play aces / Stay with me, go places

—💚—

Also, looking at it now, my ZoLaw playlist is very All Hearts oriented. Like that's the name of my ZoLaw playlist so...

And yes, of course I have a ZoLaw playlist. I have seven different One Piece lists. That's how I roll.

#character playlist #ship playlist #ask and you shall receive #one piece #roronoa zoro #trafalgar d. water law #trafalgar law #zolaw #law x zoro #sorry I suck at music #but I'm good at making dramatic fucking scenes #so thats something #all hearts

[seancekitsch]

the tape: eddie munson x reader!

“One of our favorite customers just left one of her tapes here, you need to come by,” Robin says on the phone, instead of hello or any other pleasantry.

“Don’t you guys have a store full of tapes?” Eddie asks. What was so important about someone else’s viewing history? We’re they watching Wizard of Gore or something?

“Dude, no.” Robin sighs, exasperated even though she’s the one being vague, “It’s a cassette. It’s her band. I think Corroded Coffin officially has competition.”

Eddie barely throws the phone back on the hook before he’s dashing out the door.

Corroded Coffin having competition? No way, they were the only hard rock fixture in the county, Eddie was sure of it. The rest were all cover bands or groups trying to do what Blondie was doing, except worse because at least Blondie knows how to write a damn song.

The ride over is quick because Eddie disrespects the sanctity of all ‘No Turn on Red’ signs and pops one curb, and soon he’s throwing the car into park and basically jumping out to hear this so called competitors tape.

“Lay it on me, Buckley!” he shouts as he throws the door open. Steve gives him a quizzical look before Robin whispers a name to him and he nods in understanding.

“You’re not gonna believe this, I knew you had to see it,” Robin says, handing over the cassette case.

“Say 10 Mistress,” Eddie reads out loud, and then “OH!”

It dawns on him.

“Yeah it’s like a pun!” Robin exclaims. He just stares at her for a moment before he asks her to lead him to the nearest stereo. She takes him to the back office where Keith never is because he ‘has game with the ladies’ and ushers him to sit at the little table and chair set up back there.

“Just listen,” Robin commands, as if Eddie wasn’t already vibrating with anticipation over this goddamn tape. She shoves it into the stereo, presses down the big play button, and crouches down next to the table.

The music roars to life after a few seconds of noise.

The first song is full of heavy bass, hypnotic and pulsing while a female voice sings about devotion and love and giving your all to someone else. Okay, Eddie thinks, the lyrics aren’t really his thing but he can really get down with the instrumentals.

“Just wait til the end,” Robin insists, patting the top of the stereo again.

Eddie gives it a go, and he finds himself drumming along, tapping his forefinger and his thumb against the formica tabletop.

And then the song hits the end. Gone are the lyrics about love, now replaced by the woman’s voice shrieking while a man’s voice details the steps to a demonic sacrifice in the most clinical and doctoral way Eddie’s ever heard. Oh, this is fucking sick. The screams die out, and so does the music with tons of reverb and static. It sounds like something taboo, something people shouldn’t be listening to. Eddie wants more.

“Okay what’s the next one?” he asks eagerly.

“Something a little different…” Robin trails off, unsure of how to describe it.

Eddie recognizes it instantly as a cover of The Cramps’ new single ‘Can your Pussy do the Dog?’ which came out just that past year and in the UK only. Eddie had only heard it twice from a bootlegged vinyl he found at a flea market in Indianapolis, but he still had the record somewhere in his room. The woman on the tape has the same Elvis-like inflection as Lux Interior and uses some of her more shrill tones to her advantage. She trails off some of the lines with moans that have Eddie shifting in his seat.

“Is this song about…?” Robin asks for clarification, wanting to make sure she’s right.

“Oh definitely, she’s singing about girl-on-girl action,” Eddie confirms, punctuating it with a knowing raise of his eyebrows. That’s not what the original song is about, but with this female vocalist, it changes the meaning. Robin flushes and leans back on her heels a little shocked. That’s definitely unheard of in Indiana. There’s a wild improvised guitar solo not on the original track while a male voice howls, growls, and pants into a microphone like a rabid dog, and then the song abruptly stops.

The third and final song starts, and it’s another original. This one starts fast and aggressive, guitar ripping through the speakers and the woman’s voice punching out the lyrics. The song is angry, about the trappings of little towns like this one, about the trappings of being a woman, about the trappings of being different. It’s not metal, but it’s definitely punk that leans on the conventions of metal. Eddie fucking loves it. This song is the shortest, a screaming crescendo ending the song before the woman’s voice finally ends the song with no backing instruments.

“Fuck this place, and fuck me too.”

The cassette clicks to the end of its tape and stops, and once again it’s just Eddie and Robin sitting under the weirdly greenish fluorescent lighting in the back room of Family Video.

“Uh, wow,” is all Eddie has to say at first. He’s stunned. Was the customer the woman singing? If so, she has to be some sort of siren or banshee.

“She told me to show this tape to people and get the word out,” Robin offers.

“And you said she’s a favorite customer of yours?”

Robin stands again, looking a little sheepish.

“Well yeah, she’s got like, really good taste. And she’s not super mean when she shuts Steve down. And she’s got this really pretty hair and she smells like fall spices all year round and she’s really polite and….” Robin trails off, “And I’m rambling, aren’t I?“

“You’re giving me a lot to think about, Robs,” Eddie stands too.

“Does this Say 10 Mistress play any shows?”

Robin can’t help but beam at this question.

“They play The Corner Thursdays?”

“The— fuck the — the Corner Thursdays? Corroded has only been trying to get on that bill for months!” Eddie voice rises almost an entire octave as he works himself up over the information.

Robin just smirks, as if she’s proud of herself for delivering that information. Eddie’s quick to exit the back room, check his watch, and head out the door again with a quick nod to Steve, all while muttering.

“Fucking Thursdays, We’ll see how good this is live.”

Robin watches him leave, and slides in next to her best friend behind the counter.

“I can’t believe you did that,” he says.

“You put me up to it, Dingus!”

“We’ll see how playing matchmaker goes…”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine

[everysongineverykey]

and now, what no one's been waiting for: junie's official ranking of every (original) queen album, from favorite to least favorite! it's fucking long. have fun, if you're interested!

-the works: ah, this one is a fucking classic. peak queen, in my opinion. to me, this is the culmination of their sound and style as a band. this is the album that took priority in their iconic live aid performance (mostly because it'd just been released, but still), and for good reason. there isn't a single song on this album that isn't at least pleasant to listen to- even some of the less Good tracks like man on the prowl and i go crazy are at least still decent and have some good lyrics and a nice backbeat. and the hits on this record- my god, who can hear i want to break free and NOT start dancing? it's one of the best examples of john deacon's pure songwriting genius. roger taylor really shines on this one, too; radio ga ga is a powerful, touching tribute to the radio medium that actually has genuine emotion behind it. every time i hear "radio, what's new? someone still loves you" my heart aches. the boggles could NEVER. brian may writes some of his best social commentary in hammer to fall, which never fails to leave me moved to my core- it's so passionate, and the fact that it still holds up to this day really says something. none of the megahits on this album were penned by freddie mercury, but he still produces his share of bangers. it's a hard life is a passionate and earnest ballad about heartbreak that turns hopeful in the end and genuinely makes me want to fall in love, and keep passing the open windows is a simple yet beautifully uplifting song with some fucking amazing guitar bits. underrated gem, in my opinion! really, really picks you up. the whole album does, in fact. my favorite forever and always- it doesn't get more "queen" than this.

-sheer heart attack: this one's so so good. the overall sound of the album is really eclectic and varied, jumping from vaudeville to heavy rock to campy from song to song. it features the first song john deacon ever wrote for queen, the underrated bop misfire which i just adore- there's something about the energy and the earnestness of the lyrics and vocals that just make it. obviously we have freddie mercury's (and the band's) first ever megahit killer queen, which needs no introduction- the lyrics are some of the most intricate, cleverly worded ones he's ever written, and the song as a whole fits perfectly with the rest of the album's refined yet playful style. "drop of a hat, she's as willing as / playful as a pussycat / then momentarily out of action, temporarily out of gas / to absolutely drive you wild"- those lyrics perfectly describe sheer heart attack as an album to me. it pulls you in and then hits you with the wildest bait-and-switches ever, from the cheery, upbeat misfire straight to the long, emotional she makes me. it does that thing where almost every song segues perfectly into the next and doesn't really "end" properly, which probably isn't to everyone's taste, but i personally adore that the final line of flick of the wrist crosses over into lily of the valley- it sets the tone, in a way, because lily of the valley is far less shouty and angry, and opening it with a softer version of that classic "baby, you've been had" before breaking into a sweet piano melody really helps build atmosphere. roger taylor has one of his first vocal spotlights in tenement funster, and while it's not my favorite song ever, the lyrics are quite clever, and he sings it well, and it really shows you his potential as a lead vocalist and songwriter- potential he comes to fully realize in later albums. favorites of mine from this one include the classic brighton rock, misfire, flick of the wrist, the bouncy vaudeville bring back that leroy brown, and stone cold crazy (which has such fun lyrics). some of their strongest work!

-a day at the races: now, most would probably put this one below night at the opera, which is completely fair- the latter is one of their most famous albums, and that isn't at all undeserved, so it often ends up overshadowing its smaller-scale companion/sequel album. i personally think that's a crime, though! a day at the races has all the satisfying vocal arrangements and song styles as its predecessor, in my opinion, and what's more, it doesn't try to be the second a night at the opera- it's simply a more lowkey continuation of that type of music. standouts (to me) include roger taylor's drowse, which i believe is some of his most pleasant lead vocal work ever, with really good lyrics about burnout and midlife fatigue, and brian may's long away, which is so sweet and longing and melancholic it makes my brain go "we need to go home!! we need to go home RIGHT NOW!!!" even when i am at home. then, of course, there's freddie mercury's two hits, somebody to love and good old-fashioned loverboy, which. i mean, come on. these two songs were once described by a critic as "mercury's baroque one-two", and i think that says it all. they really ARE a one-two punch- somebody to love knocks you OUT with its passionate vocals and lyrics about loneliness and city-living burnout, and good old-fashioned loverboy finishes the job by surprising you with some of freddie's best lyric writing since killer queen and an addictive melody to boot. as for john deacon's work, he produces another sweet, earnest love song with you and i, again showcasing his talent for passionate love songs just as brian may deals perfectly in melancholia and roger taylor gives us one small town burnout anthem after another. as for freddie mercury, well, what doesn't he do? this album, i think, really shows you what each member is all about. it's their fifth album, but if you wanted to listen to it first, i wouldn't stop you at all.

-a night at the opera: well, this one was bound to be near the top, wasn't it? you know this one- even if you're not a serious fan, all i have to do is tell you it's the one with bohemian rhapsody, and you'll probably go, "oh. oh, THAT one." even if you don't know any of the other songs, i mean. it's the one with bohemian rhapsody. regarding that song, like. what can i say that hasn't already been said? it changed contemporary music history. it basically invented the music video. it became a mandatory north american white people party song for the rest of time. yadda yadda yadda you don't need me to ramble on about bohemian rhapsody. as famous as it is, it's actually not my favorite song on the album, which has a lot more to offer than just borhap- this album is home to my favorite queen song ever, you're my best friend, which is some of john deacon's best ever songwriting work. the man doesn't miss basically ever, but this one is particularly special. the beat's so damn bouncy and addictive, and the lyrics are the sweetest and so fun to sing- you can tell it was written out of genuine love and passion. listen to that "oooh, you make me live" and tell me you don't want to jump to your feet. it never gets old! besides that banger, we've also got '39, which is another brian may melancholia masterpiece- the lyrics tell a perfect story, and roger taylor's falsetto during the bridge is really, really something to behold. it's not even really edited, if you listen to a live version- he can just do that. men with high voices i love you. anyway, another standout is death on two legs, a delightfully angry and vitriolic song that is so mean to the band's asshole former manager that freddie mercury's bandmates were initially shocked when he showed them what he'd written, and he later actually questioned whether they should actually release it because it was so hateful. you can tell it's genuine, too- mercury's vocals have a rough, legitimately furious edge to them as he sings, which is something i LOVE in songs. it's so fucking fun to sing if you're angry, or even if you're not angry. incredible lyrics include "feel good? are you satisfied? / do you feel like suicide? (i think you should)" (yes they told him to kill himself in a song they released to the public. yes he sued them for defamation. yes all this did was reveal to the public that he was the bastard they were talking about and damage his reputation so bad he wrote an autobiography defending himself titled "life on two legs". anyways), "was the fin on your back part of the deal? shark!", and "insane, you should be put inside / you're a sewer rat decaying in a cesspool of pride". this song fucking rocks. three more underappreciated gems from this flagship album are lazing on a sunday afternoon, which is short but oh so sweet, seaside rendezvous, which is heartwarming and upbeat, and the prophet's song, an eight-and-a-half minute-long behemoth (yeah, you thought bohemian rhapsody was their longest song? you ain't seen nothing yet) about the biblical apocalypse that absolutely fucking slaps and makes you want to shake your fist at god. would recommend!!! i don't have much else to say about this album. it's an all-in-all really cohesive and well put together record that gets an unfair amount of focus put on its most famous song when it's got lots more to offer besides that. i like it!

-jazz: a delight through and through! the ones you're bound to know from this one are fat bottomed girls, bicycle race, and don't stop me now, which all rock, but i think it has a really steady groundwork of less well known songs holding it up besides the megahits. my personal favorite is if you can't beat them, another john deacon jam, but not about love this time- instead, it's about people trying to take your money. fun times! it's genuinely so fun to sing. i also like mustapha, though i can't really sing along to it since most of it's just gibberish (side note, it's really funny how freddie mercury clearly saw the opportunity to write a vaguely persian-sounding gibberish song that didn't actually mean anything but that would be believable to the average white person as meaning something in part because of his parsi background, and took it. get it king fool us we are stupid). jealousy is another really nice mercury piano ballad, and helps give the whole album a nice smooth, confident feel, as do songs like dead on time and leaving home ain't easy. the whole record gives off a very nonchalant "yeah, i know i'm cool, what of it?" vibe, but not in like an obnoxious way- in a completely deserved way. you can tell that they've really become confident in their style as a band by this point in their careers from the way every song fits together like puzzle pieces. they all sound so right!

-the miracle: this one's interesting. their third-to-last album, the miracle was released in 1989, around the time when freddie mercury's aids was beginning to take a turn for the worse, and i believe the first album written after his bandmates had found out about it. as such, it marks queen's first major forays into reflective songs about life, death, humanity, the impermanence of beauty, and abstract subjects like that. the eponymous single "the miracle," for which the album is named, is the perfect example- freddie mercury's (and the band's as a whole, but the chords were primarily mercury and deacon) declaration that there are miracles even in the smallest things in life, that everything in the world is beautiful, that one day we'll all get over ourselves and achieve world peace. you have other songs like that, too- scandal, written by a frustrated brian may annoyed at the tabloid press' hounding of his own declining marriage and the ailing freddie mercury, with some genuinely good lyrics ("today the headlines, tomorrow hard times, and no one ever really knows the truth from the lies"), and was it all worth it, written mainly by freddie mercury, asks just that, and concludes that in the end, everything that's happened has been for the best, and that the singer wouldn't change a thing. so all in all, the miracle is in concept a very good album- it's just such a shame that i only really like two of the songs on it. lol. i'd like to like the album as a whole, but... i don't know! although i recognise that it's objectively good, most of it doesn't do much for me. two songs i adore, however, are rain must fall and breakthru. rain must fall is a fun, cleverly written collab between freddie and john, who i would say are my two favorite songwriters in the band overall, so it really works marvelously well. breakthru is a primarily roger taylor-written piece that doesn't have the deepest lyrics ever, but the chorus is really really good- freddie mercury reaches a heavenly high note in the second chorus that reminds you with a start that oh yeah, this guy has a four-octave vocal range and can sing as a baritone, a tenor, and even practically a soprano if he wants. insane. this album also features a decision of the band's to credit all their songs to the band as an entity instead of the individual members who wrote them, taking away some of the competitive nature and making them closer as a group. it's a nice show of collaboration and teamwork! again. i want to like this album better. i really do. but aside from the ones i listed above and the invisible man, most of it's just okay. i wouldn't not recommend it, though. different tastes for different people.

-made in heaven: ohhh this one. this one. their last album as queen, released years after freddie mercury's death and made up of songs he had recorded vocals for before death without instrumentals because he knew he wouldn't have time to wait for the rest of them to play all together. as such, it's... an emotional record. most of the songs are about the impermanence of youth and beauty, such as it's a beautiful day and a winter's tale (which i believe was the last song freddie mercury ever wrote), which both exude a sense of peaceful finality. they give "i'm satisfied, and i'm ready to go." it touches me deeply when i think about it- i only wish the actual songs did the same. there are some really good ones, of course- mother love is a classic, with the final verse being sung by may because mercury died mid-recording- and that vocal change really really adds to the turbulent, haunted atmosphere of the song. as far as i know, that's one of only two queen songs that share two lead vocalists with relatively equal amounts of singing time (the other one is the tribute song they wrote for freddie after he died. so.). it's really powerful, and even at death's door, freddie sings his fucking heart out and delivers some spine-chilling vocals ("i don't want pity, just a safe place to hide! mama, please, let me back inside..." haunts my dreams). too much love will kill you is another favorite- it's passionate and emotional and i was legitimately shocked when i found out it wasn't written by freddie. you will see why if you listen to it. all in all, made in heaven, like the miracle, is so so fucking good as a concept, but in reality, i can only really get into one or two songs. i love the vibes, though- peace and love and finality and acceptance and hope.

-news of the world: this one's okay. it's not BAD, by any means- most of them aren't- but it's always felt very generic rock to me personally. to be clear, i'm kind of biased, since i like their more unusual stuff. this is a big album. it's the one with we will rock you and we are the champions, for god's sake. and there ARE songs i like on it- john deacon's classic songwriting shows up again on the tango-y who needs you, which is very sweet both lyrically and musically, and it's late goes so fucking hard and stirs definite emotion in me. it's got good stuff- ballads as well as their typical rock tunes, and all recognizably distinct from each other. i love the album art, and everyone does a great job individually and produces some great work, but if you like their more eclectic work, i wouldn't say this album's for you- it's much more down-home type rock.

-innuendo: their second-to-last album, and the last one freddie mercury was alive to record. despite being sandwiched between two melancholy albums focusing on life and death and acceptance, this one takes a break from that- it gets a little experimental with it, with tracks like innuendo and bijou being the best examples. of course, the best songs on it are i'm going slightly mad and these are the days of our lives, which are also the most famous ones- i'm not pretending to be unique here. honestly, it's not my thing- the album art's cool, and the funky, more electronic vibes are nice, but other than the aforementioned two songs, none of it really makes an impression on me. delilah's sweet, though. sometimes you just gotta write a song about your favorite cat who you love so much even though you have like six. freddie mercury was so real for that

-queen ii: i'll be honest, their really early work is not for me. it's far more folky and has a recurring fantasy theme to it, with songs talking about fairies and ogres and rats and the like. freddie mercury's vocals are a bit higher in a couple songs, giving him kind of a fey-ish sound, so i guess i like that that works with the theme. i do like one song from this record- funny how love is is a very sweet little ditty about love in all its forms, and it's where i get my url. march of the black queen is also interesting, though it runs a little long for my taste. this is from the time where they were still figuring out their style as a band, and though you can tell they had fun with it, it obviously didn't really last past the third album. on the whole, it's fine. nevermore is fine. some day one day is fine. funny how love is is very good. i approve! but i don't really like listening to it all the way through.

-a kind of magic: ehhhh. the two albums that immediately follow and precede this one are both better (the miracle and the works respectively). it's got a specific sound to it, but i can't really explain it- i don't have the fancy music words. you have to listen to it to get it. the only track i really like is friends will be friends- it has a nice guitar riff and it's about friendship, so of course i approve. i honestly don't have much to say about this one. at the very least it stands out as audibly its own album and clearly distinct from the others (but again, for the life of me, i can't explain how. it's not super electronic or disco-y, but it's not old-fashioned heavy rock either. it's a nice blend of the two). the song a kind of magic itself is nice, but not really nice enough to get this album a higher spot on the list. sorry besties this one just isn't it :(

-queen: again, from the era where they were really into the tolkien stuff. it's a small album. it's all okay. i have nothing to say about it. they have a song about... jesus. cool. at least keep yourself alive is good. now that's got staying power! it shows hints, i think, of how the band's sound will develop in the future, and it's still nice to listen to. yeah!! we SHOULD keep ourselves alive!! other than that, though, entirely unremarkable album. sorry

-the game: okay i. i'll be honest i don't get the hype. this one seems to be generally pretty well-liked and i don't get why. is it because it has another one bites the dust (once again courtesy of our man of the hour mr deacon)? like what else has it got? crazy little thing called love? i'm sorry i really don't get why that song's so beloved. it's fine! it's a normal rock song! nothing special! and yet it's somehow my uncle's favorite queen song. the only song i actually kind of like from the game is need your loving tonight (john deacon again! he does not miss), but it's not quite enough of a saving grace to bump it up to third from last. it's even more generic rock than news of the world. maybe i just need to listen to it again, but last time i did, i found nothing at all interesting about it. i liked need your loving tonight, but that's it. however, it still isn't as bad as

-hot space. you knew this one was gonna be last. you know under pressure? that awesome fucking song about societal divide and how we need to reach out to others and open our hearts to fix things but we're scared of that vulnerability deep down? yeah, great song, right? well, the rest of the album kinda sucks. SORRYYYY i'm sure it's to some people's taste but it's not at all what you want from queen. it's entirely electronic disco 80s funk- which isn't inherently bad, just... again, not what queen fans want to listen to, generally. in fact, it caused such discord within the band that they all split up for like a year and took a break from each other because they kind of all hated each other for it for a while. then they came back and produced their best album, the works! so that makes up for it :3 this album is still. not good. though. the songs all sound the exact same, and it's not even a good sameness. it's the exact same bland 80s disco song over and over again. there are one or two glimmers of hope in there- las palabras de amor is a nice effort, as is life is real, freddie's touching tribute to john lennon, and brian makes a nice attempt at some social commentary with put out the fire, a song about gun violence. the lyrics aren't really thought-provoking, just kinda "aren't anti-gun law people stupid?", not really the most revolutionary stuff in the world, but it's kind of fun anyway. very sad that the actual melody is not interesting in the slightest. if you are wondering why queen suddenly decided they were all about disco in 1980, well, it's in large part because the album was heavily influenced by freddie mercury's then-manager (boyfriend as well? i think? he was in the movie but they could've made that up) who hated rock and loved disco. why they let him convince them to make this album i cannot figure out. hot space 1980 why. your best song is one that wasn't even written for you. under pressure was written like a year before they got any ideas of r&b or dance music in their heads and it shows. thanks but no thanks

#i've wanted to make this for a while now #it features what i hope is enough background info for non-fans to understand as well!

[maygrcnt]

Let’s see the Olivia 911 song list

thank youuuuu for asking i love you!! i know i said five but i didn’t want to stop at five so i did ten. also im gonna try and refrain myself from just saying every song is a buck song but it’s hard

1. Brutal- seasons 1-3 May. I feel like we as a collective don’t talk about the early seasons of may grant enough. she was just a kid! and she was being bullied so bad she thought she didn’t have any way out of it, it’s so heartbreaking. and then she just kept going through stuff in her family life and… i just care for her so much and this is HER song fr.

2. Deja Vu- Buddie. there’s no like actual moment of buddie for deja vu but i just feel like this is what’s going through both of their heads every single time the other person has a date with someone else. like this is the one and only buddie jealousy song to me!

3. Vampire- Buck/abby. like i’m sorry you can’t convince me buck abby was an ethical relationship and im NOT talking about the age gap even though that’s the main point of this song. like she got his info in a sketchy way and then basically used him to help her heal until she was ready to move on but then didn’t even have the guts to do an actual breakup and left the kid hanging for months. call me a bitch but i feel very comfortable saying she sucked so much of his energy and life. it took two full seasons for him to fully find closure from that while she had started a whole new life! :/

4. Stranger- Buck/abby again lol. this is like the other side of that argument where it’s like, buck was totally crushed but now in season seven who the fuck cares about her! she’s just a stranger now! and the lyric “you are the best thing i keep so far out of my life” is very them. because she did change his outlook on life in MANY ways but his healing from her was the best thing he could have ever done.

5. logical & enough for you- maddie. my heart breaks listening to these songs from a maddie perspective. thinking about how long she suffered and dealt with so much she didn’t deserve,,, these are the best songs for her imo especially the lyric “one day i’ll be everything for somebody else” because she is she really is! and she’s getting married to the person who looks at her like she hung the moon and i love her!!!

6. Making the bed- eddie, specifically pre canon eddie. idk how to explain this one but it’s very much just the idea of him getting back to his son realizing how shit things are and being like … i had a part in making this problem and now i need to fix my shit. and then he did!

7. 1sf3sb- henren in the early seasons/precanon. the cheating storyline is one of my least favs but i love how they showed them rebuilding from it and coming back even stronger. but in the midst of it all this song is truly very them from karen’s perspective. she was valid for everything during that time btw karen is a literal saint for her patience.

8. boahsg- ravi, our little clumsy socially awkward darling

9. Love is embarrassing- Bisexual buck!!!!!! this is my fav liv song and it’s so buck it’s not even funny. the anthem for the give more than they get hopeless romantics oh god i love him and it became way way more buck when he kissed a man who’s kind of a loser. i bet he’s planning out his wedding with a guy he’s never marrying right now!

10. finally, the newest addition to my list and the most important in my mind: Scared of my guitar the most buddie song to ever buddie (other than good luck babe). I love this song so much coming from the perspective of them literally not being able to lie to each other but they can lie to significant others like it’s nothing. oh there’s so much good stuff in there it’s amazing.

thank you for letting me do this anon ily

#i have a lot of other artists i could do this with lmao listening to music is a 911 activity for me #911 abc

[journalofimprobablethings]

Concept: Jon discovers The Amazing Devil after they've arrived somewhere else, and finds some of their lyrics Very Relatable.

--

Jon has decided he likes the music of this new world.

It's possible, he supposes, that some or all of these bands existed in their old universe. God knows he paid little enough attention to music those last few years--paid little attention to anything that happened outside the world of fear and eldritch horror he had found himself mired in.

(Sometimes he had thought about it, fleetingly, if he ventured outside--the fact that there were people going about their lives, making art and watching movies and listening to music and grocery shopping and fighting over who left the laundry in the dryer. All those mundane trappings of an everyday life had felt so distant for so long, it's hard to realize sometimes that now he can pay attention to those sorts of things again.)

His taste in music is eclectic at best, and Martin teases him about it but listens happily enough with him to his latest discoveries. This week, it's been a band called The Amazing Devil, a duo whose music turns from unbearably tender to  wild and feral in the space of a single track. Jon loves it, in a way he hasn't loved music in a long time. It connects to something deep inside him, the part of him that yearns for gentle touch but also wants to scream at the universe for every indignity and horror it's ever put him through.

He and Martin both love "Drinking Song for the Socially Anxious", joking about how this is how they might have met in a kinder world, and shouting along with the lyric "if God made us all in his image then God's a fucking nerd" at the top of their lungs.

Martin pretends not to notice the tears that slip down Jon's cheeks the first time they listen to "Chords" together. They haven't ever discussed the idea of children, and Jon isn't even sure he would want them. But the raw aching love in that song, the bittersweet sadness of the line "your life begins by leaving and our love is shown in the letting go" makes him wonder.

He's not expecting his reaction to "That Old Witch Sleep and the Good Man Grace." He and Martin share a wry, knowing look at the lines about sleep and weariness (Jon has been better at following a healthy sleep schedule lately, he has), but then then tempo picks up and the song goes from quiet and tired to loud and raw and the next set of lyrics hit Jon in the chest like a blow:

You're not a coward 'cause you cower You're brave because they broke you Yet broken still you breathe

And suddenly Jon is having trouble breathing, having trouble listening to the words being sung.

So breathe, breathe, just breathe

Martin notices immediately, grabs the phone and pauses the music as he moves to Jon's side.

"Jon, look at me. I'm right here, you're safe, just breathe, all right?"

Jon nods and squeezes Martin's hands and tries to match his breathing to Martin's measured inhales and exhales. He doesn't know how to put into words what he's feeling, what those lyrics unlocked.

He has never considered himself a brave man. In fact for most of their time at the Institute, he knew he was a coward--a braver man could have walked away, could have taken the out that Eric Delano's statement gave him, could have confronted Peter Lukas sooner and saved Martin from ever having gone into the Lonely. His only accomplishment had been surviving (and even that was debatable, given the coma and his increasingly inhuman status). The only thing he had to say for himself by the end was that he was still here.

Since they arrived here, and since they have started taking steps to heal from everything they went through, he has been told, over and over, that survival was enough. That the fact that he made it is more important than he has ever given it credit for. He has nodded and known they were right but never really, truly believed it.

He doesn't know why these lyrics hit in a way that none of his therapist's assurances ever have. Maybe it's just the way they're said, "screaming in tune", as they would put it. Maybe it's the fact that it doesn't shy away from the word broken.

You're brave because they broke you, but broken, still you breathe.

People don't like it when you describe yourself as broken, but it's what Jon has felt for a long time, what he has only just, in the last few months, begun to find his way out of. He is broken, in so many ways. He's finding ways to heal those cracks, but it doesn't change the fact that he's broken.

He's been told that it's okay to feel this way, that it's okay to just be here and breathing.

But he's never been told that being here and breathing after everything that happened to him is brave.

Jon squeezes Martin's hands tight, grounding himself in their solidity and warmth, and forces himself to breath deep. When he opens his eyes, Martin is looking at him with concern and love and--understanding.

"That verse hit a little close to home, didn't it?" he says quietly, and Jon loves him so much, loves that he doesn't have to explain why he reacted this way. If anyone would understand why those words affected him the way they did, it is Martin.

Jon nods, and Martin smiles sadly.

"All right if I hug you?" he asks. Jon nods again, and allows himself to relax as he is encompassed in the safety of Martin's arms. He buries his face in Martin's shoulder, and breathes.

"It's true, you know," Martin whispers after a moment.

"Hm?"

"What the song said. You are brave."

Jon huffs a breath against Martin's collar. "So are you," he says. Martin gives a noncommittal hum, and Jon immediately leans back so he can look at him.

"I mean it, Martin. You are--you've been through so much, and to keep going as you have--I've long thought that you are the bravest man I've ever met."

Martin's breath hitches. "I've never been able to see it that way," he whispers.

And Jon can't help but smile sadly at that, at the way that they mirror each other.

"Neither have I," he says. "For--for myself that is." He leans in so his forehead is resting gently against Martin's. "I guess it's a good thing we have each other, so we can help each other see."

"Yeah," Martin says with a sigh. "It is."

They stay like that for a moment, leaned into each other, close enough to share breath.

"Want to finish the song?" Jon says eventually.

Martin smiles. "Yeah," he says, and presses play.

#tma #the magnus archives #jonmartin #the amazing devil #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tma fanfic #crack treated seriously #? sort of? #in which the author projects her love of this music onto the archivist #i have been on an amazing devil kick for months and i can't get over how well some of these songs fit tma #and also Thoughts about jon 'i am not a brave man' sims and what it means to be brave #scribblings #long post

[statementlou]

I'm not gonna lie, Louis referring to his queer fans or the fact the he has them as "weird" would be pretty disheartening. one thing was to do that in 2014 around the great gay war, with so many indicators that they were actively fighting. another is to do this now, in 2023. and even a straight artist not for one second to consider his lyrics could resonate with queer fans regardless of larry would be a bit shitty. I'm just saying that whatever he says is gonna be VERY hard to believe he was forced to. And if he openly shits on Harry it's safe to say his career - as the chance of 1D ever reunite even for a quick photo - is over.

well I absolutely agree that he will not have been 'forced' to say anything that he says in this movie. And I hear where you are coming from, but I just think the catastrophizing is unnecessary. First of all, we have ONE (1) almost certainly made up and definitely purposefully shit stirring anon (and a slow news day) to thank for all this discourse, we have no idea yet what will be in the movie, and it is always weird to me that people are so ready to believe the worst when I, personally, feel like Louis always comes through for me and gives me the BEST. Have FAITH in LOUIS!! WHEN does he let us down like literally WHEN???? (Unless all you care about is him coming out/ ending it/ confirming larry, in which case, IDK, get your priorities right and appreciate what's in front of you? Cause those things are not happening.) But anyway...

I can completely imagine a scenario in which Louis says he thinks it's weird that so many queers feel inspired by him and it makes me want to hug him forever- because I think he does find it weird and remarkable. It makes me think of that one 1D days receipt where someone said they met him on the street and told him he inspired them as a gay and he was like "I don't see how with the way things are but that means a lot." I think that was probably made up, but also it rings true to me, I feel like he does find it wild that with the public face of everything we still are here and love him so much and see what we do in him and think he's brave. As for the Harry thing, anything he says about him will be taken wrong and distorted and picked on by everyone, if he says anything at all less than "he's my husband and has never done anything wrong in his entire life he is perfect" people will say he's "shitting on Harry"; but that said, Louis is an intelligent media trained person, why are people seriously debating whether he's gonna get on screen and talk shit about Harry Styles?! also literally when in Louis' entire life has he ever said one single bad thing about Harry come on It's not fucking realistic and that alone should tell you that that anon either made all that up or it's just a really bad interpretation of whatever was actually said because the person, like everyone else around here, was so busy expecting the worst that they couldn't just chill and listen to Louis. Like, worst case scenario, let's say he does say that Harry was being offered some really incredible opportunities and he wanted to take them and Louis hadn't really thought about what he would do after the band and so when that happened he felt blindsided and adrift by suddenly not having his ever waking moment scheduled and accounted for (as Liam has also talked about experiencing), would that be so horrible??? That sounds like real life stuff and I don't personally think anyone is the bad guy there or it's horrible to say, but also I BET HE DOESN'T SAY THAT. IDK man, I just think we should all calm down and wait and see, but I'm REALLY not worried that the bombshell of this movie will be Louis coming out as being against Harry or talking shit about his fans, you know?! Come ON. I expect that with the premieres before the release we're going to get a whole lot more overwrought interpretations of things but I don't buy it; I look forward to hearing what Louis has to say and I will be real surprised if it isn't reasonable and interesting and probably mostly NOT THAT BIG A DEAL

#louis has adhd however taxing it may have been I feel like having people figure out everything for him and just tell him where to be #was probably kind of great for him #and transitioning to having to figure everything out from scratch all alone was probably hard as hell even without #everything else that was going on #let him talk about it without making it about the others #blah blah blah

[comfortfoodcontent]

I was talking to some friends about old hip hop music and thought I’d play a little game of - If I could only pick 10 Rap Albums to exist forever, what would I pick?

These are a blend of my favorite albums ever. To me it’s the best of the best here. I had some painful cuts like Biggie’s Ready To Die, Nas’ Illmatic, Method Man/Redman - Blackout, Ruff Ryders’ Ryde or Die 1 & 2, Jay-Z’s Vol. 2 and Vol. 3, any album by Big L, N.E.R.D.’s In Search Of.., Dr. Dre’s Chronic & Chronic 2001, The Lox, Jadakiss, Ghostface, Raekwon - Hell any Wu-Tang solo album really. But I had to think strategically and go with my gut.  What would be the best variety and which albums do I like pretty much every single song on them. Here they are, in no particular order:

Wu-Tang Clan - Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers): Wu-Tang Forever and future solo and team-up albums by the individual members also rank very high but nothing beats this original album that is memorized in my brain. Probably THE quintessential 90′s rap album. Generational anthems and a mind blowing amount of talent on display here.

Kanye West - Graduation: I have always loathed the man Kanye West but I can’t deny that for a little while there he had some crazy talent and made some great jams. But yeah FUCK that dude. I have to separate the art from the artist here. This album hit at a time in my life when I really needed it and it’s a foundational part of me forever even if I want to leave Kanye behind forever.  I’ve never really been a fan of Kanye’s lyrics or messages and I think this album is him at his LEAST serious and that’s why it works so well. It’s dare I say, a fun record.  Just a talented dude doing fun, basic rap shit with great collabs and iconic beats. No dreary slog through whatever fixation the man had that year or watered down pretentious dork message he feels he needs to tell. Sometimes even a circus clown can make you chuckle. I had a hearty guffaw here. 

Timbaland - Shock Value: Just like Graduation, this album hit me at a really transitional period in my life and got me through a lot. While a lot of music for me unfortunately becomes attached to specific periods in my life and I end up outgrowing said times and preferring to abandon what I listened to at the time, this one has persevered and I can reminisce as well as live in the current day and enjoy the tracks equally.  The collabs on this one are INSANE and so delightful. Timbaland may be the most underrated rap creator ever.

Puff Daddy and the Family - No Way Out: This takes the spot over Biggie’s Ready To Die and as devastated as I am to lose “Gimme The Loot”, this album has all bangers. Ever single song. This is that very small period of time when Bad Boy had The Lox signed on and was super cozy to people like Ginuwine and Foxy Brown. It seemed like they had or collaborated with the best of the best and that’s what you get here. Such a varied mix of tone throughout leads to thoughtful introspective songs mixed with go hard party beats. It’s crazy.

Nujabes - Metaphorical Music: RIP. Real talk, I could fill this whole list with Nujabes albums and mixtapes. Such an eclectic mix of East and West to create an incredible fusion of sound. I absolutely love all of his work. It is legendary and on another level. This album takes the spot as I feel it is the strongest overall package of songs and it contains my fave Nujabes beat - “Latitude Remix”.

2Pac - All Eyez On Me: 2pac will always be one of the greatest rappers and fly as hell guys for me. I’ve listened to all his albums so many godamn times. Even as a little kid and a stupid teen I always fucked with that dude. He just really cultivated that cool as hell aura. This one was actually harder than I thought as this album battled with Makaveli for this spot. In the end this won out due to the sheer volume of content as well as the fact it has my favorite 2pac song, “Picture Me Rollin. Disc 2 is definitely kind of weak but the collabs he has on here are legendary. This is prime Death Row Records bullshit and I am so here for it. Iconic. Sensitive. Hard. 

Lil Wayne - Tha Carter 3: Man, I remember just playing this CD on repeat whenever I drove anywhere for like a solid year. Surprisingly, it’s not one I play a lot over the years like the rest of this list, but anytime a song from it comes on I remember how great this one really was. Incredible talent, incredible rhymes, a sense of humor, a message, great collabs, inventive and wildly varied beats, this is the very rare album that honestly has it all.

Mos Def - Black On Both Sides: Let’s start off by giving Mos Def his due. This man may be the most underrated rapper to ever exist.  Constantly overshadowed by the big names, the party beat rappers, the clowns, and the pretentious bullshit rappers who think they’re him.  A musical genius if I’ve ever heard one. Amazing beats, top tier songwriting, a flow delivery that can be as fast or as slow as the song demands, he possesses just an unparalleled musical talent. I also adore this one because it encapsulates that 1999 y2kcore new millennium era that I miss so much. I had Ms. Fat Booty playing on a Winamp playlist for years and never got tired of it. So good.

Outkast - Stankonia: This is my shakiest pick. Not for Outkast, they are ALWAYS going to make my top music list, but for which album to represent them.  Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik is fantastic, one of the best debut albums ever, but the intros & interludes drag on you and although it channels that Southern Hip-Hop feel so perfectly, this isn’t them at their full power. ATLiens has them finding new lyrical vistas as they bring some of their strongest rapping skills to the forefront, but you can almost feel the alien theme, the beats and their self-producing trip them up a bit here (Still one of the finest rap albums ever made!). Aquemini, again terrific, but this always felt to me like the duo went to college, threw on some drugrugs, dropped acid and wouldn’t shut up about how amazing their grandmother’s vintage record collection was. Growing pains and a melange of different eras of and styles of music make this one feel disjointed to me. Love the collabs on this one though. Stankonia comes next and to me this is the duo at the absolute height of their power, a prime Shaq and Kobe. Such a wide range of subjects to rap about. Smart, impactful, creative lyrics blend with some of their catchiest beats. The collabs are great as these rap gods sook out basically younger versions of themselves to elevate. Not a fan of the interludes returning but this one is just a perfect example of quite possibly the best to ever do it DOING IT! Probably Stankonia’s biggest competitor for this spot is Speakerboxxx/The Love Below. Two separate packages from Big Boi and Andre, each maximizing their respective strengths. Big Boi absolutely murdering it as he just goes hard like a fullback giving you pure hardcore rapping excellence while Andre cooks up a pop/funk/jazz hybrid masterpiece (what Aquemini tries to be a little too much). It’s phenomenal.  The only reason it doesn’t take this spot is simple - you’d rather be watching Shaq and Kobe play together than separately. 

Ma$e - Harlem World: Ok let me get this out of the way. Dozens, probably hundreds of rappers are more talented than Ma$e.  I know this, you don’t have to tell me. But, do I care? Hell nah! Ma$e is the first rapper I can remember being MY guy. I was 7 or 8 when he first debuted.  I have 4 older brothers so I was able to osmosis so much stuff from them just by being around them. I remember just loving this cool young guy hanging out with Puffy rapping over some fun as hell ear worm songs. He was just so cool. I don’t know why but I really identified with him and he was my favorite rapper as a little kid. Harlem World was essentially my first CD. Not a hand me down or whatever but a CD I got for myself. MINE. And look, while in retrospect my man wasn’t the best to ever do it, he did have a literal Dream Team of people producing (Puffy, Steven "Stevie J" Jordan, Jermaine Dupri, Ron "Amen-Ra" Lawrence Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie, and The Neptunes), as well as an all star cast of collabs (Jay-Z, Lil' Kim, Busta Rhymes, 8Ball & MJG, The Lox, Total, and DMX).  What a massive combination of elite level talent. It’s such a mix of styles and voices that influence every single song to be something creatively different and wonderful. I also think this album’s biggest strength is it just oozes FUN. Every track makes you want to dance, laugh and just have a fun ass time (”Jealous Guy” is playing in my head making me crack up as I write this.) Of all rap albums throughout history, this one is the most “Me” of all of them.

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Void | Helmut Zemo x m!reader

Anonymous asked: Can I request some Zemo angst? Male reader has been in love with him for ages, knowing (or assuming) Zemo is straight and could never be interested in him. Reader tries to drown those thoughts out or get over him by drinking too much or isolating himself etc. and Zemo gets worried when it’s too much and tries to talk to him.

(Also can I be 🌵 anon?)

summary: being in love with a straight man is a fucking pain in the ass, and although moderation is key, that doesn't fucking matter anymore.

tws: drinking, swearing, drugs

A drink every now and then did no harm, neither did a few grams of weed, but when you didn't give a single fuck about moderation anymore, everything sorted of became a blur; you would wake up in fields miles away from home and you would splatter vomit all over the pavement, painting it. Moderation wasn't something that you could say you were fond of anymore. You knew that the man you were so stupidly in love with was straight, you knew that he was fucking straight and there was no way he would ever look at you the same way; you didn't give a fuck anymore, or at least that's what you told yourself.

Cans and bottles carpeted the floor of your flat, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care anymore; ashtrays so filled with finished blunts that they were damn near overflowing. Your phone was constantly going off; texts and calls from people who genuinely cares about you. Marc. Frank. Matt. Luke. Logan. You brushed them off every time; you didn't want to see anyone anymore. The white ceiling fan was so coated in dust and smoke that it was a dark grey now; the curtains had not been opened in weeks. All you wanted to do was to forget and to move on; all you wanted to do was to erase Zemo from your mind. Was that so fucking much to ask?

On days you didn't drink and smoke, you would just lay around in bed all day and wish that it would all fucking end; you wanted him gone from your life, but no matter where you looked in your flat, there were reminders. His fur coat that he had let you borrow when it was fucking freezing and you had forgotten your own. A bottle of whisky he had given you, the only thing you couldn't bring yourself to drink. A picture of you and him when he had taken you to a concert to see fucking System Of A Down. A picture of you both sound asleep - courtesy of Marc - and cuddled up together on your bed when you had thrown a party. Zemo was fucking everywhere and you wished that you had never met him; for fuck's sake, even Peter had managed to get himself out of his slump after his divorce. Why the fuck was it so hard for you to get over a stupid crush?

Still, days were turning into one big blur, and things weren't exactly getting better; all the Sabaton songs and all the fucking Lorna Shore songs didn't seem to help, either. Nor Caliban. Rammstein. Cannibal Corpse. Nothing could pull you out of it, and you were certain that this was how you were going to spend the rest of your days; but then, on a warm September night, your door was unlocked, and a groan echoed through the thin walls despite 'Void' by Lorna Shore playing loudly. You listened to the lyrics more than you did whoever the unwanted guest was; you supposed it was Marc or Wade, given that they had spare keys.

Will there be flies that make homes within my eyes, will my soul split like an atom and wander the skies, or fall to the earth with no one's surprise? The body subsides, am I damned to wander the earth? No soul to subside I seek rest in the dirt, how can I still feel this emotion? Why can I see beyond the grave? How can I still feel this emotion? A life long lost with nothing left to save, a series of needles dive within the skin, to seal shut the incision the coroner has made within, I can't quite comprehend my eyes, floating above my body the misery will never subside

"I know they said you were in a state, but this is certainly worse than what I'd expected," the voice you dreaded to hear rang out as Zemo pushed aside empty bottles to get to the bedroom. He leaned against the doorframe with his arms folded. "You haven't spoken to anyone in weeks."

You huffed, moving to the far side of the bed just so you didn't have to look at him, to see those big brown eyes that you could get lost in and that fucking smile that made you so goddamn weak that you hated yourself for it. "Fuck off."

The bed dipped as Zemo sat at the edge, looking at the wall as he kept his back to you, his hands clasped between his knees as he sighed. "Was it something I've done?"

"Fuck off."

"I'm worried about you," he started, "everyone I've spoken to says they haven't seen you or heard from you. I thought... I thought maybe you were ignoring me but... it seems it's not. Logan said you were upset about something but you wouldn't tell him what. Frank said you blocked his number, Matt and Luke, too... Marc and Wade said they wanted you to at least tell them you're alive... what's going on?"

"I thought I told you to fuck off," you grumbled, getting up and grabbing a blunt that you kept on your bedside table. You sparked it up, the smell so fucking good that you couldn't help the sigh that left you, the taste of it on your tongue as you felt your muscles relax a little.

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on."

"Alright," you chuckled. "How's this? The man I was so fucking in love with for so long is straight. Sure, he's got those fucking big brown eyes, that fucking smile to die for, and sure, it was hot when he fucking grabbed my throat to put on a show for some cunt because he fucking choked me the way I like it but... he's fucking straight!"

Zemo stared at you for a moment, dumbfounded before he dared to get up, taking the blunt from you and stubbing it out in the nearest ashtray; he was so gentle as he put one hand on your throat like he had done last time, the other on your jaw as he pulled you in. He couldn't think of how to say it, how to tell you, but he felt the same and the only thing he could think of in that moment was to kiss you so fucking gently whilst choking you the same way he did before, daring to smile when you kissed him back, one hand on his cheek, the other buried in his hair. Zemo couldn't think of the right words to explain it, but he had been a mess without you; he wanted you to be his boyfriend, he craved your company, and he needed you there. He had been worried to fuck about you, and finding you in such filth and such a mess was something he never wanted to see again.

You pulled away, daring to laugh softly as you shook your head. "Get lost, Zemo, I don't want your pity."

"Does this look like pity?" He whispered, daring to kiss you again. "Let me help you clean up. Please."

You frowned, grabbing the bottle of whisky he had given you and pressing it into his hands as you sighed and ran a hand down your face. "Take it back. I can't look at it anymore."

"No," he put it back and sighed heavily as he tried to think of the right words to say, swallowing thickly as he groaned softly. "I care a lot about you, (y/n), and I know you think I'm straight but... I'm not. And if there's anyone I want right now, it's you - it's been you for a while... just let me help you clean up and then we can talk properly, please?"

"Fine," you caved. "But you owe me a ten."

"I can get you a thirty," he whispered. "But please... let me help?"

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MCR ALBUM REVIEWS - by silly little mentally ill autistic <3

I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love

Overall sound:

10000000000000/10 literally the best one ever I will never listen to a better album in my life I live breather eat drink and sleep this album

Lyrics:

100000000/10 the masterpiece omg I love it so so much the lyrics have such great meaning and it's just so pretty and well written omg I need to grind it into a powder and snort it

Instrumental:

1000000000/10 again, it's a fucking masterpiece, thry all slayed so hard, the guitar solos, the bass lined and drums I love it all

Nostalgia value:

it hits so hard omg

Personal:

I. am. OBSESSED. I love this album so bad I need it injected into my bones

Fav trac(s):

Honey, this mirror isn't big enough for the two of us, Vampires will never hurt you, Drowning lessons, early sunsets over monroeville, demolition lovers

Skips:

no skips ♡

Listening notes:

- romance is an interlude

- I want to eat it

- bullets era my beloved

- I'm a depressed vampire who hides inside his burrow and drinks rats blood

Review:

MCR THANK YOU FOR THAT MASTERPIECE

I love every. singe. part of it. it's literally injected into my brain, I could listen to if for ours without end the best album I ever heard. I would pay MILLIONS to hear it for the 1st time once again. magical feeling. I'm turning into a homoerotic vampire every single time I hear it. I love it so much I could only listen to it for the rest of my life and never complain. I do however miss feeling happiness but who cares why you have ibymbybmyl. ♡

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Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge

Overall sound:

9/10 I love it

Lyrics:

100/10 another masterpiece it's so good it hurts

Instrumental:

100000/10 they all slayed once again

Nostalgia value:

I have so many memories good and bad

Personal:

my 2nd fav album. I love it so much, the STORY the lyrics and sound all of it comes together and creates a masterpiece

Fav trac(s):

To the End, You know what they do to guy like us in prison, the Ghost of you, the jetset lives is gonna kill, I never told you what I do for living

Skips:

I'm Not Okay (I promise) but only sometimes

Listening notes:

- the story omg

- THE LORE I LOVE LORE OMGGG

- good for drawing and painting

- rip grandma

- I'm literally the demo man

- relationship goals

Review:

just so much good stuff in it omg, I love it. I could listen to it for hours, drinking coffe and listening to it omg a dream come true

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The Black Parade

Overall sound:

9/10

Lyrics:

10/10 another masterpiece

Instrumental:

1000/10 they all slayed omg the guitar, the vocals the bass lines 😍

Nostalgia value:

has a special place in my heart

Personal:

the concept of cancer is both triggering and comforting to be because I lost 2 pets due to cancer so I find a comfort with it and also I think about death a lot so it's my vibes yknow

Fav trac(s):

This is how I disappear, Mama, the Sharpest lives, Cancer, Dead

Skips:

Welcome to the Black parade, teenagers- I mean they're not bad but it's just not for me

Listening notes:

- the story is absolutely beautiful

- crying time

- I miss my dead cats

- I DONT LOVE YOUUU LIKE I DID YESTERDAAAAYYYY

- I want to join the Black parade

- transgenderism at its finest

Review:

Very very good album. the story is very interesting. scary but in a good way. reminds me of very snowy winter. very cold. cold toes. starving for days, living only on black coffe and diet coke. I remember I was listening to it in 8th grade while other kids were talking behind my back and I heard the line "I an not afraid to keep on living, I and not afraid to walk this world alone" and I said to myself, fuck everything and everyone I'm gonna be who I want to be but who others want me to be and from that moment I started to express myself in the way I always wanted :)

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Danger Days

Overall sound:

1000/10 my love. my baby girl. my beautiful girlfriend DD ♡

Lyrics:

10000/10 another masterpiece

Instrumental:

1000/10 it's different than the rest but it's beautiful in itself and it's difference

Nostalgia value:

10000/10 late summer nights

Personal:

ever tho it gets so much hate and it's not my favorite I love it so much. mcr put their entire pussy into this album

Fav trac(s):

The only hope for me is you, DESTROYA, Vampire Money

Skips:

any of the interludes

Listening notes:

- feels like running away from your small hometown in the summer with your homoerotic lover

- night summer car rides

- red hair

- tboy swag

Review:

they slayed so hard on this album. u don't get why people hate on it it literally so good. the lore to the comic book omg. so good. yes ut us different but different is good. it makes me want to run away and steal shit bshshd fuck the government- it scratches my brain in the right places. gerard slayed with both the album and the asthetic. red hair- omg he's such  a slut fr. he's my slut, a cunt, my own personal man whore

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