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aryxchse · 2 months

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HEYAAA AND CONGRATS ON 400 ♡

could i get love talk with percy jackson and a daughter of apollo. idk smth from angst to fluff. maybe u could write smth with tall reader included?? her feeling insecure? friends to lovers?

i really don't know, but whatever you'll write will be awesome !!!

you wanted to turn into a ball of sadness.

you, the sunshine of the camp (quite literally), the joy, the laughter, everything nice, was quiet all day. your siblings asked you what's wrong, your friends asked you whats wrong, but you waved them off with a simple 'i'm tired.'

even the sun was not shining bright enough, matching with your mood. even your dad could say something is wrong with you too.

the problem was... nothing actually. maybe you were tired, or you were becoming bipolar. you didn't know. but you wanted to be away from anyone else until you find the light inside you again.

the light being percy, of course.

he entered his cabin as usual, just coming back from his classic surfing session. he left the board leaning to the blue wall as he shaked the water from his hair. he didn't saw you at first; because you were under his blue blankets, hugging yourself like a newborn baby.

he hummed one of the songs you writed for him as he entered the shower, taking the sticky feeling of the salt water off.

you did heard him, but you waited until he found you.

after a quick shower, he get out from the bathroom dressed, ready to chill in his bed until you arrive. the moment he opened his blanket, he jumped.

"holy hera!" he yelped, hands resting on his knees as he realised it was you, who were a giggling mess right now. maybe the real sunshine was percy, the boy who always made you laugh through everything.

"hey," you said, smiling. he looked at you, he wanted to be angry at you for making him jump like that, and in normal circumstanses he would pull out the riptide; but the way you smiled made all of his thoughts go away.

"hello my serial killer." he said, already joining you in his bed. he take you in his arms and peppered your hair with kisses, taking off the chillness of the water with your warm body. you immediatly hugged him back, smelling his signature scent; salt water.

you chuckled at him. "where have you been?" you asked, even though you knew he was surfing every sundays. you just wanted him to talk away your problems with his rambling. you only needed his voice in your head.

"y'know baby, just surfin' and all," he murmured to your hair, kissing the place again. he loved how you smelled like the early hours of the morning, and he can't even express this out loud. you had a smell like summer, fun and childish. it was like his own drug.

"you gonna tell me why you were in my bed, all curling up?" he asked you, already knowing you were having a shit day. "or are we just going to cuddle? you know both is fine with me."

you knew of course. your boyfriend was the best when it camed to lighten your mood.

"i don't even know what's wrong myself," you mumled, voice coming out as a muffle since you hugged his bare chest tightly. "can you keep talking? it helps." you spoke quietly.

"of course baby," he kissed your hair again. "hmm, what can i say.. oh! i saved a little kid from drowning today." he told you as he pulled away a little to see your expression. you immediatly gasped and asked him what happened.

as he excitedly told you about the little adventure he had with the little boy, using all of his body to make it more realistic, you smiled to yourself. the sun shining all by itself is a fucking lie, you thought. and percy was definetly the proof of that. because if he wasn't in your life to cheer you up, you probably wouldn't even shine again.

#sorry to replie too late baby i didn't know what to write!#i hope you like it #i love writing daughters of apollo fr #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #arya's 400 follower event #percy jackson series #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson headcanon #percy x you

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skz-streamer · 9 months

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PINTEREST BOARDS

The boards contain different outfits corresponding to the specific song, sorted by album. not all songs had outfits to go w them so only a few are listed :) LAST UPDATED: 5-STAR ERA

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Clé : Levanter

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My Pace

Awkward Silence

MIROH

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Spread My Wings

Astronaut

Voices

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Grow Up

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hannahssimblr · 5 months

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After doing that 'top posts of 2023' or w/e post from yesterday I was asking myself what my absolute favorite moment was from Lucky Girl

I can usually tell by looking at the stats what are the most popular chapters (the ones with sex - nobody is surprised that y'all are coming back to re-read those 2/3 times each lmao I see you) and this one is up there.

I was so happy with it when it was completed, because I thought it caught Evie and Jude at their best and most themselves in the whole thing - those moments where she's worried about asking him for what she wants for fear that he'll get too excited and intense, and him trying to hold himself back for fear of overwhelming her. Both knowing each other well enough by now, while doing this silly little dance around each other instead of just admitting what they want. - They're still doing this in the epilogue. They've learned to be indirect with one another in their relationship and they know that they'll always have to do this little dance with one another to make things work.

Anyway, you've guessed it, it's 3.16 - the Arcade chapter <3

“Good game, Evie.” He concedes, after a long, anguished pause. “But I’m not playing against you again.”

“Good. I absolutely hate your play style, and you’re a sore winner.”

“From now on we should only team up”

“I agree, we’d be horrible and unstoppable.”

“Do you still fancy me after witnessing me at my worst and most toxic?”

I grin. “If that’s you at your most toxic then I think I fancy you more, actually.” I push past him towards an old jukebox by the wall. “Which probably says something about me, I don’t know. Maybe I should be psychologically assessed.”

“For liking bad boys?”

I snicker. “You think you’re a bad boy?”

“I think that you think I’m a bad boy.”

“No, I think you’re very sweet and kind and quite soft, actually.” I dig around in my pocket for a spare coin or two. “Sorry.”

He leans against the wall next to me like a quarterback against some cheerleader’s locker in a high school film, and it shouldn’t make me feel girlish and shy, but it does. My whole body tingles even though he’s not even touching against me. “Is that really what you think?”

“Are you flattered or insulted?”

“Well I’m flattered. I think that about you too, coincidentally.”

“Pick a song.” I tell him. “Let’s see if this thing even works.”

“Give me the old classic, Surfin’ in the UK.”

“What?” I chuckle. “I think you’ve got that wrong.”

“No, look.” He points to the song selection at the front and I run my eyes down the most egregious list of knock off hits I’ve ever seen. There’s Hotel Florida, Puppy Dog, Nine Days a Week, Free Tumblin’, and somewhere near the middle is Surfin’ in the UK. “This is ridiculous.” I say as I hit the button and the speakers crackle to life. “Why don’t they just get the real songs?”

“Cheap,” Jude explains, and bobs his head as though he’s enjoying the strange song that almost, almost sounds like the Beach Boys, only for its weird, tuneless melody that never quite progresses to the expected or most obvious chord.

“My God, this is awful,” I say, and he’s already doing a silly little shuffle dance across the worn out carpet. “What are you talking about? It’s a certified banger,” He reaches out his hand to me and sings in falsetto “And all the blokes are surfin’, surfin’ in the UK.”

“Don’t make me dance to this.”

“What? Nobody is watching.” He takes my hands in his while I laugh, and he laughs too, because it’s just funny. There’s always something funny about being together, even when I know that everyone else would think we’re being stupid, but when I’m around him I always feel just a little less embarrassed of myself. The same kind of childish, light headed giggliness I get when I breathe helium from a balloon.

The arcade machines and the neon on the walls blink and flash bright colours against his skin and his sleek, glossy dark hair, and everything is noise, light and sensation. Beeps and bings and 8 bit graphics and electronic chip music, all blend discordantly with the tinny music from the jukebox, but when he holds my waist and kisses me slowly everything else fades away.

My body surrenders to him immediately, but this is what he does to me. This is why I feel afraid of the ways that I feel, because with him, as with nobody else, I feel like I can understand better why people do insane things for sex. How a person can just forget where they are and do it wildly and indiscriminately in cars or public bathrooms or in other kinds of places that used to make me feel confused and disgusted. I always knew, as I know right now, that it wouldn’t take much convincing on his part to get me out of my jeans.

Lucky Girl, 3.16

#also Evie realising that it really doesn't feel this way with other people #and yet his direct nature kind of scares her but she doesn't want anyone else #and him knowing #yet willing to go against his instincts and wait for her to be comfortable #and be patient #obsessed with them forever

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missseptember2004 · 1 year

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happy birthday cudi 🪐 one of the only good Aquarius men left in the world

some of my fav cudi songs -

by design ⭐️

marijuana ⭐️

pursuit of happiness

day ‘n’ nite

just what I am ⭐️

rose golden

cudi zone

leader of the delinquents

sky might fall

surfin’

king wizard

trapped in my mind

frequency

soundtrack to my life ⭐️

she knows this

#kid cudi #Scott mescudi #happy birthday kid cudi #music #alternative rap #kid cudi humming healed me

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 14 days

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By: Arty Morty

Published: Apr 28, 2024

“‘Woke’ isn’t dead — it’s entered the mainstream” says Gaby Hinsliff, a columnist at (where else) The Guardian. To which I ask, what’s the difference? Any music nerd will tell you: a countercultural movement is dead the minute it goes mainstream.

Take the early ‘90s “grunge” phenomenon. It lost its edgy appeal once the look was subsumed into the suburban retail fashion supply chain, and the fad quickly passed after that. “Alternative music” was a misnomer by the mid-’90s: in what way was it “alternative” when it dominated the Billboard charts? By 1997, the corporatized counterculture that had come to define the era was lampooned on (where else) The Simpsons, when they introduced Poochie the surfin’, rappin’ dog “with an attitude,” a crass attempt to remain “hip with the kids” in the satirically self-described “worst episode ever.”

[ “Wokeness” is the worst episode of political counterculture, ever. ]

“Wokeness” is certainly a countercultural phenomenon. Like “alternative,” the term “woke” only makes sense relative to the mainstream: to describe people who position themselves politically far to the left of whatever ideas have already been embraced by the establishment. So it’s more of an intensifying adjective to other causes and issues rather than a coherent political worldview in its own right. Being against racism or homophobia by itself isn’t woke; being way more against racism than everyone else, and against all the possible queerphobias — even the ones you normies haven’t even heard of is. Being in favour of making the criminal justice system more fair isn’t woke because it isn’t distinct enough from the common sense view. To make it woke, you have to be in favour of doing away entirely with the prisons and the police. You get the idea.

“Woke,” both the word and the movement, always had not-so-subtle transcendental, spiritual connotations: a shade adjacent to nirvana.

This is a point that Hinsliff struggles to grasp. In her column she tries to define “woke” as, variously:

“the broader push for social, racial and environmental justice”

“the idea of being more open to sometimes uncomfortable challenge from minority perspectives that were previously suppressed”

“saving the planet”

“uncovering forgotten histories”

“inclusivity at work”

“ ‘be kind’ ”

“getting more used to acknowledging conflicting views based on different life experiences”

To which Ophelia Benson (who else) keenly observes that, for starters, Hinsliff is mixing up “radically different things”:

Social justice is not the same thing as “environmental justice” and climate change isn’t fundamentally political. What to do about it is politicized (but shouldn’t be), but the change itself is not responsive to whether we shout “fascist!” or “wokerati!” at it. Those are two radically different things, so there’s no point in calling the pairing of them anything.

This is the inevitable path of a movement that exists solely to be more activist-y than everyone else: the condensing of all ostensibly progressive causes into a great, faceless ideological black hole. The logical endpoint of the moral-bidding-war meltdown of “wokeness” is a singularity: a state of mind which, to those inside, is a realm of infinite, utopian virtue. To everyone else it looks literally pointless. “Woke,” both the word and the movement, always had not-so-subtle transcendental, spiritual connotations: a shade adjacent to nirvana.

(Speaking of grunge!)

That tracks with the direction “wokeness” is going: one big nondescript fist of self-righteousness.

[ Until recently, a mural on Toronto’s gay village community centre, The 519, depicted a leatherman in fetish gear, a lesbian in a wheelchair, and a teen girl binding her breasts — a perfect encapsulation of “queer” activist extremism. ]

Here’s a little anecdote, an example of wokeness subsuming everything ostensibly progressive until it ends up meaningless and useless. About 20 years ago, the city-funded community centre at the heart of Toronto’s gay village put up a mural which loomed over the neighbourhood. It depicted, along with a lesbian in a wheelchair, a middle-aged leatherman clad in fetish gear, and a teenage girl straining to crush her breasts into a binder. The message was clear: adult men’s fetishes and distressed teen girls’ trans identities would now be central parts of the community’s activism.

And sure enough, that’s exactly what the community centre focused on in the ensuing years, as the activists shifted over to “queer theory,” with its emphasis on sexual permissiveness and hostility to biological sex distinctions.

(To be clear, I have no beef with the gay leather scene. I just don’t think it’s in need of publicly funded support, and I don’t think leather daddies are in any way marginalized. Binders, on the other hand, I have all kinds of beef with.)

Credit where it’s due: they do pick apt murals. The next shift among “queer” activists was to embrace all-encompassing, universal, woke ideals. That’s been reflected in the community centre’s new mural, which recently replaced the one with the lesbian, the leatherman, and the trans “boy.” Just as the first mural presciently captured the shifting cultural mood inside the building, so too does the second: now it’s a raised fist — a universal symbol of righteous protest — filled in like a quilt with patches that depict the “progress” flag, various shades of the colour brown (skin tones, one presumes), animal hide prints (animal rights?), blue waves (the environment), and miscellaneous patterns whose symbolism I can’t decipher. That tracks with the direction “wokeness” is going: an incoherent melding of anything conceivably virtuous into one big nondescript fist of self-righteousness.

[ The Toronto gay village community centre’s new mural is one big nondescript fist of self-righteousness — a perfect encapsulation of “wokeness.” ]

I’ll bet that the people who work inside the community centre think they’re at the epicentre of all virtue now, and that their noble mission has naturally expanded from when it served gays and lesbians in the time of rampant AIDS and gay bashing, to LGBT outreach, to LGBTQ+ propaganda, to 2SLGBTQQIA++ hysteria, and now at long last they’ve arrived at righteousness in its true, pure form, having transcended all individual causes. Woke nirvana.

But I know for a fact that the gay people who live and work in the neighbourhood have little or no use for the community centre’s services anymore, because it’s strayed so far from the community it was founded to support. I am one such person, and I wouldn’t darken their bloody doorstep. My own “community centre” has nothing to offer my community now but insults and condescension. In its lurch to woke extremism, it’s become not just useless to us, but hostile to us, and in so doing it’s set itself up for its own undoing.

That’s a sentiment we’re seeing across society: people are fed up with the extremists.

To go back to Hinsliff’s Guardian article, does this mean that wokeness is being embraced by the mainstream, or killed off by it? In the aftermath of the Cass review, Hinsliff can’t dispute that there are “tough lessons to be learned” about moral absolutism “that can be fatal to progressive causes.”

But Gaby, I shout at the screen, it’s the moral absolutism that’s being rejected, not the causes themselves. People cared about the environment and gay rights and gender nonconforming people and women’s rights and all the rest before “woke” came along, and they’ll continue to care about all of it long after “woke” is gone.

The moral absolutism is the wokeness.

Hinsliff panders to the Guardian readership by offering a self-flattering alternative view, which says that the woke movement is moving along just as it always intended, having more-or-less already achieved its true goal, which was only ever to gently nudge the Overton window, to take the establishment a baby step to the left, rather than smash the whole system and burn as many witches as it could find:

Woke is no longer wildly anti-establishment; increasingly it’s becoming the boring old establishment, to the point where teenagers will doubtless soon be ripping it apart on TikTok, since turning into baby conservatives is the only thing really guaranteed now to confound their parents. It is radicalism that initially breaks down doors. But what usually ends up walking through them is a version with the sharp edges smoothed off that most people find they can live with, and that’s where woke is heading now. It’s not dead. But it is evolving, and that’s how living things ultimately survive.

Now, you might argue that this is a difference which makes no difference, the distinction between “wokeness is dying because the mainstream are fed up with woke people’s extremism” and “wokeness is actually secretly winning by merging itself into the mainstream and changing it a bit for the better.”

But that’s wrong. There’s a big distinction, and it’s an important one. When we look back, one of these views will put the people behind wokeness in their rightful place in history alongside the McCarthyites and the lunatics of the Salem witch trials: villains at the heart of some of our darkest, most terrible chapters in history. The other view, which Hinsliff is pushing, will paint the people behind wokeness as heroes, whose acts of extremism were merely noble sacrifices “to break down doors” for the greater good of progress.

To which, and I absolutely hope that someone manages to get this in front of Gaby Hinsliff so that you, Gaby, can read these words yourself:

Fuck you.

The woke activists who sent death threats to Kathleen Stock, to JK Rowling, and to countless other women for simply speaking their minds and telling the truth? They are not heroes, Gaby. They do not deserve praise for “breaking down doors.” Some of these activists literally wanted to kill women.

The countless vulnerable young people — often gay, autistic or both — who were coaxed by woke people to undergo unnecessary, experimental, irreversible body modification surgeries? They’re victims, Gaby. Their victimhoods, their stories, are what need to take historical precedence above all else.

You blithely dismiss the victims’ plight, the ongoing pain that they will suffer for the rest of their lives, as collateral damage.

And there are so many more victims — too many to list them all, but here are some: women residing in prisons and shelters; women who just want to use public washrooms and changing rooms in peace, dignity and safety. Lesbians and gay men who just want to socialize as a community and maintain their sexual boundaries. Academics who dare to raise questions. Employees in all kinds of workplaces, afraid to say the “wrong” thing, or fired for having done so.

Graham Linehan, for fearlessly saying what needs to be said, when almost no other celebrity or media figure has had the guts to.

And me. I’m a victim, too. I won’t be getting my friends back, the ones who threw me out of their lives in my most difficult time of need, after I spoke up for gay rights. And I won’t be returning to work in the gay community or the arts community, both of which I was a part of for so long.

You spit in all of our faces when you characterize our woke tormentors as the real heroes.

This is surely just the beginning of a widespread attempt to put a positive spin on the woke cult’s dying legacy by those who were complicit in its ugly doings.

The Guardian always turned a blind eye to the savagery routinely deployed by the woke against perfectly decent people — the paper still employs the profoundly detestable Owen Jones, for example. The cruelties doled out by men and women like Jones never served the noble causes they purported to; they were always mere ploys to put themselves in a more advantageous position on the woke playing field.

I think everyone’s starting to see that now. I don’t think the spin doctoring ploy is going to fly. No one’s going to look back at “woke” with any fondness or gratitude.

If anything, people will want to move on and forget it ever happened. I can understand that.

But me, I have a different plans. I don’t intend to let people ever forget the victims or the culprits of this mass psychosis.

To the woke assholes who were so cruel in their performative commitment to “social justice”: you’re going to have to face some social justice of your own, some day soon.

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imprvdente · 10 months

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Crime Drama Archetype Aesthetics

(Bold what applies to your muse, italics for things that apply situationally and/or only in certain verses. Repost, don't reblog!)

The Hero: a small home full of medals // the scent of justice // the adrenaline rush before busting a crime scene // trusting in the team // sworn oaths // the city's skyline from the roof of the police station // radio chatter // protecting those who can't protect themselves // a last stand // crime scene tape

The Rulebreaker: a revolver resting in the drawer // the taste of cheap whiskey. // constant reminders of past mistakes // a shadowy figure in the alley // being known in every bar // a fight in the backroom // blood on leather gloves // your name whispered in the underworld // broken laws for the greater good // an act of defiance against the system

The Oddball: a drawer full of candy wrappers // an unexpected knack for solving cases // a fascination with the improbable // the comfort in eccentricity // midnight oil burning for a case // chaotic notes leading to the truth // a genius in their own world // the thrill of a new challenge // the final piece of the puzzle falling into place // a colourful scarf among the grey suits

The Bad Tempered: worn out gloves from punching the bag // a growl in the voice // a reputation that precedes you // a fist through the wall // harsh words with a caring undertone // a cigarette burning in the ashtray // the anger that fuels everything // a grudge held too long // begrudging respect from colleagues // an unexpected show of loyalty

The Mourning: working late nights // a plan that doesn't include going home // being unable to return to the way things once were // a whiskey bottle in the bottom drawer // the cold touch of a gravestone // silence in a room once filled with laughter // old photographs gathering dust // the echo of a voice no longer there // a past that refuses to be forgotten // knowing that nobody knows what to say

The World-Weary: a flask of strong coffee // a siren in the distance // the familiar smell of gunpowder // a smoker's cough // secrets buried deep // a sigh of frustration // a heavy sense of cynicism // crime scene photos that haunt dreams // a stare that has seen too much // a cold case reopened

The Doctor: the sharp smell of chemicals // a doctor's coat stained with blood // hands that have tried to mend too many // the solemn silence of the dead // precision in every movement // the precise language of medicine // a race against time // the responsibility of life and death // blood spatters on white walls // an oath never to be broken

tagged by took it from @crownmemes! tagging: @omniishambles (Abel), @uselessdevice (Rufus) @governmentofficial, @imjustanauthor (Charlie), @multipleoccupancy (Edgar), @collidingxworlds (Abigail) @lovepurposed, @batteredoptimist (Muriel), @fantasywritten (Strahm), @dcmur3, @pctioneer, @versin-surfin (Léon)

#Fish (Monet)#made this mostly with the FBI AU in mind and her main verse too #but some stuff apply to other verses too!#(musing)#dash games

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randomvarious · 1 year

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Today’s compilation:

Surfin' Hits 1989 Surf / Surf Rock / Surf Pop / Instrumental Rock / Vocal Surf / Pop-Rock

Continuing this little foray of mine into some classic surf music, with this great rundown of 60s songs—which are of both the vocal and instrumental variety—that was released in 1989 on Rhino Records. Rhino's a reissue label, so with the way that they're set up, they have a budget that allows them to pay the licensing fees in order to obtain the songs that they want to include on their compilations. So, none of the songs on this release were actually owned by them.

And that obviously means it costs more to create an album itself, but it also means that you can pretty much shape it however you'd like, so long as the songs that you want are actually available to be licensed and that you don't find yourself going over budget.

So, with that wide latitude, Rhino was able to license a bunch of songs from a whole bunch of different labels, and effectively provide a pretty ample snapshot here of the 60s surf movement in just 18 tracks. They got a couple tunes from the father of surf rock himself, Dick Dale, including his most popular song, the instrumental surf-rendition of the Eastern Mediterranean folk song, "Misirlou," which was featured in Pulp Fiction and sampled heavily by the Black Eyed Peas' for their 2006 single, "Pump It;" they got what's probably the most recognized surf instrumental of all time in The Surfaris' "Wipe Out," they got the perfectly inane confluence of surf, garage, proto-punk, and trash in "Surfin' Bird;" and they got a bunch of songs from the Capitol-EMI label too, including two songs each from The Beach Boys and Jan & Dean.

Speaking of Jan & Dean, I've got some fun facts about them. If you've ever heard one song by this popular 60s duo in your entire life, it's more than likely to have been "Surf City," which was the first surf song to ever reach #1 on Billboard's Hot 100 chart, back in 1963. But chances are, unless you know your surf hits, you might’ve assumed that "Surf City" was actually just one of many Beach Boys smashes, because, I mean, it really does sound *just* like The Beach Boys.

And that's because Brian Wilson gave it to them. See, the Beach Boys and Jan & Dean actually go back a ways, and both rubbed off on each other too. Jan & Dean weren't even actually always a surf duo; they started out in doo wop. And their debut hit, 1959's "Baby Talk," went top-ten on the Hot 100. But there's a certain part of that song, a vocal "bom-dip-di-dip" that The Beach Boys lifted from it to use in their very own debut single, "Surfin." And then, after being around The Beach Boys and being exposed to their own unique vocal surf sound, Jan & Dean decided to transform themselves into a vocal surf duo.

And I guess, even though they had been performing together already, you could see Brian Wilson's bequeathing of "Surf City" upon Jan & Dean as a sort-of returning of favor towards them for allowing them to use that bit from "Baby Talk." At first, Wilson played them "Surfin' U.S.A."—a surfed-up rewrite of Chuck Berry's "Sweet Little Sixteen"—on piano, and Jan & Dean wanted it. But Wilson refused, saying it was going to be a Beach Boys hit. However, he had another song in mind, one he couldn't figure out a way to finish, and that was "Surf City." So, Jan & Dean took it, Jan finished it, and Brian Wilson, as well as surf music as a whole, then managed to get their first national #1 hit.

Fun story, huh?

So, this is a pretty great compilation from Rhino for anyone who may consider themselves to be surf-uninitiated. It's got some of the biggest hits and acts the genre ever produced on it, from both the vocal and instrumental sides of things. The vocals provide those sweet and irresistible doo wop-derived harmonies and falsettos, and the instrumentals have a way of filling the warm, salty air with all that wet and twangy guitar mystique. Both aspects are captured rather well on here, considering the CD is only 43 minutes long.

Got one more of these surf comps left in the pipeline. Stay tuned!

Highlights:

The Beach Boys - "Surfin' Safari" Jan & Dean - "Ride the Wild Surf" The Surfaris - "Wipe Out" Dick Dale & His Del-Tones - "Misirlou" The Trashmen - "Surfin' Bird" The Marketts - "Out of Limits" The Lively Ones - "Surf Rider" Jan & Dean - "Surf City" The Beach Boys - "Surfin' U.S.A." Dick Dale & His Del-Tones - "Let's Go Trippin'" The Bel-Airs - "Mr. Moto" Jack Nitzsche - "The Lonely Surfer" The Tradewinds - "New York's a Lonely Town"

#surf #surf rock #rock #surf pop #instrumental rock #vocal surf #pop rock #pop #classic rock #classic pop #oldies #music #60s #60s music #60's #60's music

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pixiealtaira · 5 months

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using only song titles of one artist/band, cleverly answer the questions and then tag people:

thank you @sharktofu

artist: stray kids

what is your gender: Maniac

favorite mode of transportation: Drive

how do you feel: Up All Night

if you could go anywhere: Surfin

if your life was a tv show: Circus

favorite time of the day: Any

your best friend: Awkward Silence

relationship status: Ex

your fear: silent cry

Tagging anyone who wants to do this, because this was fun

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yesjeongin · 2 years

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two nights ago i had a dream where i fell asleep on zoro's titties. i have not known peace since then.

#surfin' is the only life

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animalcrossingshowdown · 11 months

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Best K.K. Song Round 1 Results:

Reminder that this is a DOUBLE ELIMINATION tournament, which means a song must lose twice to get knocked out. No songs have been eliminated yet except for Lullaby, because it lost to both Marine Song and Farewell in a three way poll. Tomorrow will be round 1 of the secondary bracket, which will be match ups between all the songs that lost this past round. The losers of the secondary bracket WILL be eliminated and sent to the worst K.K. song bracket, while the winners will still have a chance to be declared the best K.K. song.

numbers below the cut

Animal City 86.5% / Mr. K.K. 13.5%

Spring Blossoms 81.5% / Fugue 18.5%

Disco 79.9% / Pondering 20.1%

Drivin' 79.1% / Safari 20.9%

Condor 78.9% / Oasis 21.1%

Two Days Ago 73.5% / Samba 26.5%

Steppe 71.5% / To the Edge 28.5%

D&B 71.3% / King K.K. 28.7%

Surfin' 71.1% / Dixie 28.9%

Salsa 71% / Khoomei 29%

Bubblegum 70.2% / Technopop 29.8%

Metal 69.1% / Swing 30.9%

Robot Synth 69% / Sonata 31%

Cruisin' 68.8% / Jazz 31.2%

Chillwave 67.5% / Aria 32.5%

Gumbo 67.1% / Reggae 32.9%

Bossa 66.6% / Waltz 33.4%

Stale Cupcakes 66.4% / Soul 33.6%

My Place 66% / Mariachi 34%

Ragtime 65.8% / Mountain Song 34.2%

Go K.K. Rider 65.2% / Chorinho 34.8%

Stroll 64.8% / Slack-key 35.2%

Wandering 64.6% / Blues 35.4%

Groove 64.5% / Bazaar 35.5%

Agent K.K. 63.6% / Parade 36.4%

Jongara 63.3% / Flamenco 36.7%

Love Song 63.2% / Soulful 36.8%

Space 63.1% / Milonga 36.9%

Steep Hill 62.9% / Hypno 37.1%

DJ K.K. 62.2% / The K. Funk 37.8%

Rockin' 61.6% / Ballad 38.4%

Fusion 60.3% / Moody 39.7%

Neapolitan 59.7% / Rally 40.3%

House 58.7% / Bashment 41.3%

Lament 57.9% / Folk 42.1%

Only Me 57.7% / Hop 42.3%

Break 57.3% / I Love You 42.7%

Tango 56.9% / Adventure 43.1%

Western 56.8% / Étude 43.2%

Dub 56.1% / Casbah 43.9%

Rockabilly 54.4% / Mambo 45.6%

Lovers 54.4% / Lucky K.K. 45.6%

Faire 53.4% / Calypso 46.6%

March 52.6% / K.K. Song 47.4%

Isalnd 52.3% / Imperial 47.7%

Rock 52% / Comrade 48%

Welcome Horizons 51.5% / Café 48.5%

Polka 51.4% / Marathon 48.6%

Chorale 51.3% / Country 48.7%

Dirge 50.9% / Birthday 49.1%

Synth 50.6% / Aloha K.K. 49.4%

Forest Life 50% / Ska 50% (less than 0.1% in Forest Life's favour)

Three way poll:

Marine Song 2001 47.2% / Farewell 27.3% / Lullaby 25.5%

#idk about mobile but on desktop click to zoom then right click open image in new tab to get the full size image #I know it's pretty tiny right now sorry

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eclipsecrowned · 9 months

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Care… care to dance? (Jonathan to Dracula while still imprisoned at the castle maybe? 👀👀👀) // @versin-surfin

The question soars through the air, whistling solidly over the old Count's head -- or, so it seems. The silence that follows Harker's offer certainly implies as much. Whether shock or disdain wins the stilling of his tongue, the Vampire stands a pillar of salt, towering over his guest.

His cape shivers down his back. His breath tickles at the crown of Jonathan's head. His form, bowed as it is, manages to shake from the effort. Something stirs the cobwebs and clots in his airways.

For the first night in thousands, Dracula's laughter trickles through his castle. It is a weak thing, the wheezing, feeble attempt to force air up from stagnated lungs. Yet the sound puffs to life all the same. His very breath reeks of rot.

For a moment, it seems the old man will collapse in on himself. he curls a hand against his narrowed waist, feeling his stomach tighten with the effort of his laughter. After a few moments longer, he speaks, voice still tinged with mirth. All his teeth are visible at once, but only for a flicker of time. Blink, Jonathan, and you might miss it entirely.

Perhaps it would be kinder if he did.

"Yes, yes! What a splendid idea you have, Mr. Harker. It's been so long since there was dancing in these halls. These old bones have forgotten even the most basic steps. How am I to manage in your very modern society if I cannot conduct myself in your ballrooms? You must teach me, Mr. Harker, at once!"

He offers a rail-thin arm to the young solicitor, burdened by layers of brocaded fabric. It seems the old Count is keen to keep out the chill of his lofty old castle, yet his feet are eager, in their faded slippers. He speaks to age and lack of practice, but it seems the body never forgets. Indeed, his steps seem to be must more sure than when Jonathan first set foot in this place.

#versin surfin #draculatbt #she's a nineties queuepermodel [ QUEUED ]

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openheartfanfics · 7 months

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Bryce x F!MC: Fluff

One Shot R-S

Rain - @altosxratus They’ve never been on an actual date.

Rainy Days - @anotherbeingsworld Bryce and Casey spend their weekend with a new idea.

Recollective Nights - @choicesstan1

Reminscing Hours - @anotherbeingsworld Bittersweet Lahela Family

Roll - @omgjasminesimone Pregnancy Fic

Rosé All Day - @peonierose It’s Maxines birthday on February 14th, but Luna knows that Maxine doesn’t like Valentine‘s day. So she and the girls spend some quality time together. Feat. Keiki Lahela

Sandcastles - @thegreentwin Set in the future, where Bryce takes his family to visit Hawaii for a month.

Scrunchies - @princesslahela MC plays with Bryce’s hair.

Settled - @argylemnwrites A long standing bet is about to be settled. Feat. The Gang

Seven Year Itch - @argylemnwrites Bryce finds himself unusually sentimental as a large chapter in his life draws to a close. Set 6 years after Book 1. [Bryce POV]

Sharing is Caring - @storyofmychoices Bryce and Olivia spend a quiet moment together celebrating their first sonogram.

Shining Through The Shadows - @storyofmychoices Olivia prepares a special eclipse viewing party for her patients.

Shooting Star - @chocopeppermintcake Bryce and Casey see a shooting star.

Sick Day - @angstymarshmallow When Maci is stuck at home sick, she craves the attention that only one doctor can give her

Sick Day - @julia-highstorms This takes place sometime during Book 1.

Silent Treatment - @omgjasminesimone She’s pregnant and mad at him about a case.

Simple and True - @theonewiththeunconquerablesoul Sometimes, all it takes is for one person to see the light that shines within.

Simply The Best - @writinghereandthere Bryce proposes at the last minute whilst in the shower.

Sleeping Beauty - @appiomofchoice Bryce accidentally wakes up Darcy as he leaves in the morning.

Snatched - @tmarie82 Bryce coaxes her into CrossFit

Snowfall - @appiomofchoice ❄ Darcy fights a losing battle against her feelings as she and Bryce enjoy Bryce’s first snowfall.

Soft Sheets - @summertimemagic

Some Day - @robintora Bryce imagines his future with Theia as Inés is walking down the aisle. [Bryce’s POV]

Someone Else's Christmas Star - @curiousconch 🎄 Casey performs in Edenbrook's annual Christmas charity concert. Set in the time jump of 2.18. Feat. Bryce x MC x Rafael

Something Sweet - @jerzwriter It's Olivia's birthday and her friends are ready to celebrate. Feat. Ethan x F!MC, Tobias x F!MC

Soon (It’s a Relative Term) - @storyofmychoices Bryce and Olivia finally have a morning off together.

Soulmates - @omgjasminesimone Post housewarming party diamond scene Book 1.

Specialties - @omgjasminesimone Bryce is on Tik Tok

Start Again - @anotherbeingsworld In our lifetimes, people would always come and go. But, sometimes… fate brought them back into our lives once more as a chance to start over.

Staying up all night to finish a game with them - @commander-rahrah

Stay. Please. - @altairadtaz

Stay Up on That Rise - @burnsoslow 🩺 Ch. 16 rewrite because I need Bryce and Allie settled, thank you!

Stay With Me - @bex-la-get Bryce comes to the rescue when Sienna falls ill.

Stitches - @lucas-koh

Sudden Happiness - @anotherbeingsworld Casey is stood up by a Tinder date and Bryce is there to take her mind off of it.

Summer Kiss - @peonierose Luna and Bryce enjoy a bit of alone time together by Manoa Falls.

Sunburn - @mrsbhandari Bryce has rules for vacation. Very serious rules.

Sunday Morning - @altosxratus Day’s off are meant to be spent in bed.

Sunshine - @writinghereandthere He is bright, hanging high in her sky, and resilient – if she gazes at him too long it might just hurt— soothe?— her.

Surfin’ Bird - @dancing-hippo Bryce teaches Casey how to surf

Surgical Precision - @alj4890 Halloween fluff.

Sweet Life - @storyofmychoices Bryce has a sweet surprise for Olivia, but things don't go quite as planned.

Sweet Love - @lahellacute Bryce distracts Casey while she’s baking.

SUBMIT OPEN HEART FICS & WRITERS HERE

#bryce lahela #open heart #open heart fanfics #open heart fanfiction #bryce lahela x mc #bryce x mc

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sinnhelmingr · 1 year

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"Hel? Why did you call Dream babygirl before he... y'know?" // ( @versin-surfin, for Matthew I know it's for why is Hel babygirl but methinks this would be funnier)

Trust the process. Trust the process. Grief is many different things to many different people. While she, personally, would never wish to know about the particulars of her own Lady's life behind closed doors, she will not refuse Matthew whatever comfort this will offer.

She can find no immediate reason why the raven requires this knowledge, but a voice that sounds more like her mother than her father demands she not judge. Her mother's blood cannot stop her from exhaling slow, though. This is going to be.... Something.

"We had a... Complicated relationship, Morpheus and I." It still tastes wrong on her tongue, that his truest name belong to another. She swallows the bitter pill all the same, wishing it wasn't metaphorical. Cyanide would be far more adept at getting her out of this conversation. "I suppose all his relationships were like that, thinking back."

"There were many long centuries where we only ever managed to antagonize one another, whether intentionally or by mere existence in mutual company. I suppose he wouldn't have told you, but our very first meeting terrified Asgard, for all the shouting and the curse-slinging..." She's speaking of girlhood, and thinking of the Globe, and Hob, and that damned Bard with his quill and paper. She ought to have sued for how the man stole the words from her mouth.

"Even as we... settled... old habits died hard."

Babygirl, you are strange and do not understand social cues.

It had been a quick jape in the modern vernacular. Matthew's grackle of shock, at the time, had certainly seemed like laughter. Even now, there was a mystery around the whole exchange, beyond how Morpheus hadn't sent her careening into some fate worse than death.

"It seemed the sort of thing I could get away with, after so long knowing him."

Get away with it she could. The novelty of that had worn thin many years ago. The only thing that still stunned her was just how intrigued by the moniker he had been --

#versin-surfin #singing i'm the queen [v: mythology]

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trilobiter · 2 years

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Similarly to when I did this with the Beatles, I am going to rank the Beach Boys' studio albums. Because I feel like it.

The difference is that, while my love of the Beach Boys is perhaps greater than my love of the Beatles, I do not know their albums as intimately. This is because the Beach Boys have made many more albums, and some of them are very, very bad. I refuse to revisit them and so I may not be entirely fair.

Lowest Tier: Albums I wish the Beach Boys never made because they make me feel acute secondhand embarrassment.

29. Still Cruisin' - The numbering of this section is basically arbitrary, but this isn't even really an album.

28. M.I.U. Album - The song "Hey Little Tomboy" really creeps me out and there is nothing else on this album to redeem it.

27. Stars and Stripes Volume 1 - Re-recordings of their classic songs with country acts as the lead vocalists. A halfway decent idea for a tribute album, but this is somehow an actual Beach Boys album.

26. L.A. (Light Album) - Derivative and uninspired, and has a ten minute disco version of a song that was good when it was less than three minutes long.

25. Summer in Paradise - I have no memory of any of this album's tracks, and since it reportedly sold less than 1000 copies, neither does any one else.

24. Keepin' the Summer Alive - The only memory of this album I retain is that the song "Santa Ana Winds" has a spoken-word intro that helpfully explains to non-Californians what the Santa Ana Winds are. I don't believe this was necessary.

23. The Beach Boys - The song "Getcha Back" is not bad, inherently, but it fairly well exemplifies the horrors of popular artists from the 60s attempting to embrace the pop stylings of the 80s. Apart from this song, I have little memory of the rest. Eugene Landy's fingerprints are all over this one, and that is a demerit.

Lower Tier: Albums that demonstrate human personality, but are not representative of a truly great band.

22. 15 Big Ones - The album that made the world get used to the idea that Brian Wilson's voice was changed forever, a very on-the-nose harbinger of the band's imminent end as a vital creative force, along with the surfeit of cover songs. But at this point, hearing Brian and Carl sing "Just Once In My Life" was still poignant.

21. Little Deuce Coup - Tired of singing about surfing for their first three albums, the boys turned to cars. It was certainly a choice.

20. Surfin' Safari - The wild thing is that they were mostly originals, something the Beatles could barely claim on their debut album, even if their musicianship was at a higher level.

Middle Tier: Albums that can throw their weight around for a real good time.

19. That's Why God Made The Radio - The ground was too well trodden by 2012 for a great album, but at least they broke the curse of the 80s and 90s by making a decent one that evokes the spirit of their best.

18. Surfer Girl - Very gimmicky, but fun, and on at least two occasions ("Surfer Girl" and "In My Room") absolutely brilliant.

17. Shut Down, Volume 2 - Contains some of the very best Beach Boys songs ("Don't Worry Baby", "The Warmth of the Sun"), along with a lot of filler. 'Twas the style in those days.

16. Carl and the Passions - "So Tough" - Again, a couple of stand-out songs ("Marcella" is a fave), but the album as a whole fails to stand out in its era.

15. Surfin' USA - The breakthrough sophomore album, defining their public image for better or worse. A lot of surf rock instrumentals, which doesn't really play to their strengths, but the overall sound is there. Still trying to figure out how copyright works.

14. The Beach Boys Christmas Album - Your mileage may vary on Christmas music, but it's a good-natured collection that really shows off the strength of their singing and vocal arrangements.

13. All Summer Long - Peak commercial mid-60s Beach Boys. Their themes may not have been literary, but they were resonant. Less abject filler for more of that whole-album feel.

12. The Beach Boys' Party! - It is uncanny how seamlessly produced this album is, creating the illusion of an informal live jam at a house party with a few post-production crowd sounds. It's also frequently hilarious.

The Weird Tier: Albums that demonstrate the true nature of America's Band: absolutely bonkers.

11. 20/20 - Inconsistent in its highs, but notable for the inclusion of some excellent tracks from the magnificently weird lost album Smile, a song by Charles Manson, and the sounds of Dennis Wilson getting laid.

10. Smiley Smile - Rather than actually use the many recordings that had been made for Smile, Brian Wilson opted to hastily re-record many of the key songs in his living room. It's got a supremely relaxing sound, but it's impossible to explain what that sound is without sounding like you're making it up.

9. Friends - This pretty little album wants to be your friend so much, you can't help but reciprocate, even when it starts getting insistent about the Transcendental Meditation stuff.

8. The Beach Boys Love You - By far the most unhinged of Beach Boys records, and I mean that as high praise of a band that was usually at its best when it was being unique. The result of handing the keys of the studio back to Brian Wilson when he was least inclined to give a fuck, he raspily leads the group in songs about late night TV hosts, the solar system, and the glorious nonsense of "Ding Dang." This album loves you, but is not too hung up about whether you'll like it.

7. Surf's Up - Often cited for supposedly politically aware social commentary, but one of those songs is "Take A Load Off Your Feet," so do with that as you will. The preachy stuff mixes in well enough with some great rockers and beautiful ballads. Most notable of these are the title track (one of the greatest legacies of the Smile sessions), and the absolutely legendary "'Til I Die."

6. Wild Honey - The shortest Beach Boys album, and they aren't known for going on at length. But the order of the day is soul music, and they go for it with gusto in the time allotted. Carl Wilson is the hero of the day. This album wants to see you in the nude.

The Highest Tier: Albums that are essential masterpieces.

5. Holland - The most comfortably the band ever fit into the mainstream of 70s rock, and proof that even with the reduced involvement of Brian Wilson they were a force to be reckoned with.

4. Summer Days (And Summer Nights!!) - The last hurrah of the good old days of unforced boyish hedonism, before it became the sort of thing they had to self-consciously reach back for. Occasionally corny, but at the same time daring and sincere.

3. Sunflower - The most representative album of the individual strengths of the band's classic line-up. Together they are unconcerned with any problem but sounding beautiful. Every one comes out of this one smelling like sunflowers.

2. The Beach Boys Today! - From the heyday of Brian Wilson's days as the unquestioned leader of the band, this album combines the thrills of youth with the heights of mature ambition. It's just gorgeous.

Pet Sounds - Obviously.

#trilobiter #the beach boys #music

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