#the lyrics are from Pale White Horse by the Oh Hellos

[raineyraven]

"neither plague or famine tempered my courage / nor did raids make me cower / but his translucent skin made me shiver deep within my bones" <- this is c!eret talking about c!dream. btw.

#the lyrics are from Pale White Horse by the Oh Hellos #because the oh hells is a ceret band i will not be swayed on this #but YEAH ANYWAY #THESE LYRICS MAKE ME THINK #about how c!eret fought in wars and rebellions #against withers and armies #and did it all without flinching or backing down #but its dream. its dream. one man. who scares her. that scares her to her core #FUUUUCK ME #c!eret #c!dream #dsmp

[mackdizzy]

[my gift for @thecooleraveragejamm , for @mcyt-valentines !]

Okay, so!

My giftee was interested in c!Technoblade and a playlist, so I made a little song cycle! The cycle is in 8 parts (acts) with 7 songs each, and the whole thing will take just under 3 hours to listen to, with each individual act being 20-25 minutes. I'm posting the graphics, song lists, and spotify playlists (there are 8 separate playlists) in order, but if spotify isn't your jam, isn't accessible, or if you'd rather all in one go, at the end of this post (along with some more info about the cycle) is a youtube playlist that contains all 56 songs all at once!

Act 1: World Conqueror • I'm Born to Run (American Authors) • Taking Over the World (Coyote Theory) • Aulon Raid (The Mountain Goats) • Renegades (X Ambassadors) • Ends of the Earth (Lord Huron) • Everybody Wants to Rule the World (Lorde) • Immortals (Fall out Boy)

Act 2: (We Have) The Blade • The Horror and the Wild (The Amazing Devil) • Revolution (The Score) • Riot (Hollywood Undead) • Legend (The Score) • The Phoenix (Fall Out Boy) • Raging Fire (Phillip Phillips) • Unstoppable (The Score)

Act 3: Interlude; Peer Pressure • Borderline (Tame Impala) • Angry Too (Lola Blanc) • Victorious (Panic! at the Disco) • Blood (End Credits) (My Chemical Romance) • Bang! (AJR) • Sinners (Barns Courtney) • Never Going Back (The Score)

Act 4: Die Like One • Pale White Horse (The Oh Hellos) • Point of No Return (Starset) • Let's Kill Tonight (Panic! at the Disco) • Rebels (Call Me Karizma) • Enemies (The Score) • Born Ready (Zayde Wolf) • This is it (Oh The Larceny)

Act 5: Retirement or; • Thousand Eyes (Of Monsters and Men) • People I Don't Like (UPSAHL) • Whatever it Takes (Imagine Dragons) • Under the Pressure (The Score) • Another Way Out (Hollywood Undead) • Monster (Willyecho) • Ghost (Confetti)

Act 6: Welcome Home Theseus (Minor Acts of Terrorism) • Play Dirty (Kevin McAllister [SEBELL]) • Emperor's New Clothes (Panic! at the Disco) • Wrecking Ball (Mother Mother) • Glory and Gore (Lorde) • Bang Bang (Hippo Campus) • Allies or Enemies (The Crane Wives) • Novocaine (Fall Out Boy)

Act 7: It Ends Today (I'm a Person) • Roots (Imagine Dragons) • Wolves (Sam Tinnesz, Silverberg) • My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light 'Em Up) (Fall out Boy) • Fire (Barns Courtney) • Wine Red (The Hush Sound) • Take Me To War (The Crane Wives) • Ready Set Let's Go (Sam Tinnesz)

Act 8: Sic Semper Tyrannis • Bit by Bit (Mother Mother) • Up The Wolves (The Mountain Goats) • Creature (Half • Alive ) • Kings (Tribe Society) • Run Like A Rebel (The Score) • The Ballad of the Broken Bones (The Low Anthem) • Hieroglyphs (The Oh Hellos) ━━━ ➼ ━━━━

I tried to pick music that aesthetically, musically, and lyrically matched c!Techno's vibes--the playlist follows his story from pre-DSMP to post-Doomsday (so not the whole thing, but a nice, peaceful ending point). The intention is for you to follow c!Techno's journey as you listen, and I think this playlist has a rather nice message about finding yourself and finding peace through rather hostile circumstances and worldviews. It gave me a lot of peace and joy to make, and I hope you enjoy, giftee and anyone else, and have fun listening! Youtube Link

#mcyt-valentines #dream smp #technoblade #ctechno

[can-of-pringles]

The Oh Hellos are so underrated and anyway I just really wanted to talk about their song Pale White Horse and probably my favorite lyric from it (though all the rest is amazing too)

"But the sight held me fixed like a bayonet against my throat"

Like?? It's so clever and gives very vivid thoughts it's powerful and if you listen to the rest of the song it's such a good description because it's witnessing something bad y'know so the bayonet symbolism is such good imagery idk my brain is full of keyboard smashes I just love it so much and I love this band I should talk about them more

#the oh hellos

[circes-wolf]

A review of every Oh Hellos album (in order) by an ex Christian/atheist who’s like. Shockingly into Christian folk music.

Oh Hellos EP

-upbeat, happy, about letting yourself love again. Only four songs, which is normal for an EP. Lay Me Down is definitely my favorite off this album, it’s also the only religiously themed one.

Through the Deep, Dark Valley

-their first full album, very much about family, forgiveness, and faith. Also super shoutout to the Oh Hellos for writing a song about a guy from the Narnia series (The Lament of Eustace Scrubb.) This wouldn’t be the album I recommend to someone. There aren’t any songs i feel really strongly about on this one, positively or negatively, but if I had to pick a favorite I’d say Like the Dawn is lyrically the best out of them all.

Oh Hellos Family Christmas

-just four songs, all medleys. Overall really good. I’m definitely a (traditional) Christmas music lover so this one is always high on my list but if you like folk music and Christmas music this should be a seasonal favorite. Movement 1: Rejoice, Rejoice is my favorite. It’s genuinely reverent and devotional.

Dear Wormwood

-I’m gonna have a lot to say about this one. This album is, in my humble opinion, their best and most interesting album. It’s also the album (out of all the music that I listen to) that I get drunk to most often. This is also the album that Soldier, Poet, King comes from and seeing everyone on TikTik make idiotic edits of the song makes me like it less, sadly. The album is basically the book of revelations, but told in a way that’s full of almost a classical kind of mysticism that I think Christianity is lacking in modern day. In a lot of the songs, it almost seems like they’re writing for a fantasy novel if you don’t listen too closely for religious imagery or aren’t familiar with Revelations (Caesar). Lots of hellenic imagery and songs that are instrumental interludes in this one.

The award for the best on this album is gonna get split- I think that Exeunt is lyrically the most interesting on the album and has a super fun use of dental and fricative alliteration that’s really satisfying to my brain. The best narratively is Pale White Horse/Where is Your Rider. Those are two songs but I’m going to count them as one because they do this really cool thing where narratively Where is Your Rider follows Pale White Horse, but musically it works better if you play them in the “wrong” order. Pale White Horse is about the beginning of the Apocalypse and the fear of the final fight of death, and Where is Your Rider is more about the idea that death isn’t necessarily final. It also contains the baller phrase “bury me as it pleases you, lover” which is fun.

-for the next four albums, they’re thematically all sort of similar. They’re mostly about the failures of the modern church conveyed through natural and hellenic iconography, and is one of the things I love most about the band. All of the albums are on the shorter side and include a lot of similar sounds and phrasing, and all of the albums have a few songs that are just instrumentals. This is also where the Christian imagery gets more overt

Notos- upbeat and about oncoming change/end of an old regime. Best song is definitely Notos. One thing I love about this album (as well as Eurus) is that it really is mostly about how disconnected they feel from modern Christianity.

Eurus- mostly hopeful, crumbling and failing empires. I like this one a lot because it kind of has this theme of living in the moment and enjoying being alive, even as a Christian and not focusing on the afterlife. Best song is Passerine, but Hieroglyphics is also really good.

Boreas- this one marks a little bit of a tonal shift. It’s a lot more sedate and delicate that either of the previous two albums, and a little bit more introspective. I do like it a lot, especially the instrumental songs. It has kind of the vibe of remembering how badly you’ve been treated in the past and deciding to try and open up again. The song I like best from this one is Rose, I think? But Cold is also a close second.

Zephyrus- I have to be honest, this is my least favorite. Soap and Theseus are fun, and I enjoyed Rio Grande but I can’t say I’d recommend any of the songs to someone who I wanted to listen to the Oh Hellos. It works well thematically though, at least.

#oh hellos #music review #i know it’s long I don’t care

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

for favorite album: dear wormwood? I recently got back into the Oh Hellos thanks to your fics and I love the album! You could even do Through the Deep, Dark Valley if you'd like, too!

Aw, thank you about the fics! Glad to hear I reminded you of the Good ShitTM! Now onto the albums.

Dear Wormwood

Favorite: Am I basic as hell if I say Thus Always to Tyrants? I don't care, I listen to it all the time. One of the few songs that has ever made it past the Hyperfixation LoopTM and onto actual favorites. Second favorite is Where Is Your Rider, though Pale White Horse's vibes are IMMACULATE.

Least Favorite: I feel like Danse Macabre only because it's the one song they didn't compose/write themselves. But if I'm not cheating and have to force myself to pick one of the songs with lyrics (and I love EVERY song on this album, for context), probably Soldier, Poet, King because I have the least amount of personal connection to it

Through the Deep, Dark Valley

Favorite: Wishing Well slaps and slaps hard. I don't know why no one voted for it in that poll a few months back. Second Child, Restless Child is definitely a great second fave, though.

Least Favorite: The Valley by mere virtue of the fact that it was the only song from this album I never downloaded/added to anything. It's a perfectly fine song, I just didn't vibe with it.

#pale white horse #thus always to tyrants #wishing well #second child restless child #dear wormwood #through the deep dark valley #the oh hellos #my asks #my fics #hope you continue to enjoy my fics! #where is your rider

[mell0bee]

bell’s hells as the oh hellos songs

i made this like 2 weeks ago and never posted it. so here it is. this is mostly about the Vibe rather than like the actual lyrics. and happy thursday!!!

chetney: eat you alive

these things that you're after, they can't be controlled this beast that you're after will eat you alive and spit out your bones!

it was difficult picking one out, but seeking new power and defying fear is pretty good.

laudna: grow

and the way the shadows on the wall are cast look like a twisted apparition from the past and all the memories come flooding fast a wilderness you kinda miss but you were taught you ought to cut it back

the nature theme doesn’t fit her exactly, but undoing death and shoving down your past does i think

bonus instrumental: danse macabre

orym: cold is the night

cold is the night without you here just your absence ringing in my ears hard is the heart that feels no fear without the bad, the good disappears

grief, moving on, traveling, home!

imogen: pale white horse

it was a pale white horse with a crooked smile and i knew it was my time it was the raging storm of a foreign war and a face i'd seen before

oh a song about the apocalypse? horses and storms? hmmm who do i know is associated with those things…

ashton: theseus

we keep fixing what we know is only bound to break what's worth saving is never worth letting go to waste i wanna mend what i've got, instead of throwing away

i think this is more what i hope ashton grows into, though there’s a bit of how they are now, fixing and rebuilding

fearne: there beneath

there beneath the willow tree i learned a lot about the way of things i learned that everything (the wind, the leaves) has breath inside

the feywild’s great yknow?

bonus instrumental: a convocation of fauns (a faunvocation, if you will)

fcg: boreas

in the end all i hope for is to be a bit of warmth for you when there's not a lot of warmth left to go around

this one was also really hard lol but being a caretaker with pent-up anger works

dorian: lay me down

see, i was born a restless, wayward child i could hear the whole world calling me outside of the masses i routinely sat behind and lord, i had to see with my own eyes

DUH.

also i ran out of links but bertand is 'i have made mistakes' ALSO DUH

#Spotify #critical role #critical role playlist #bells hells #bee post #bee watches c3 #the oh hellos #chetney pock o'pea #laudna #ashton greymoore #imogen temult #fcg #fresh cut grass #fearne calloway #orym of the air ashari #dorian storm #bertrand bell #draftposting #hfskalfhk idek what the point of this is i just really like the oh hellos #love how u can see me slowly losing my mind over the course of this post

[downbytheriversside]

something you think that's underrated (show, music, ship, habit, animal, absolutely anything. can be multiple/a list. go wild)

Oh get ready to be here a while here we fuckin go...

Wind. It reminds me what it's like to be alive

Matt Maltese. Sad boy music that's so so good and makes me feel so much pain and catharsis. Also a lot of his songs are byler/Mike coded. You deserve an Oscar, shoe, everyone adores you, outrun the bear (byler will pov), as the world caves in, strange time (its second or third line is literally "and we'll both gladly lose our minds LIKE!!). Also paper thin hotel is tom wambsgan's song, and tom wambsgan's alone.

Lucas GODDAMN Sinclair. Need I say more? Doesn't matter cus I'm gonna- I genuinely believe he's the best written and performed character in the whole show, he's my sweet child ray of sunshine I love him dlfkgkfdn and he would NOT be the same without what Caleb brings to the table in his performance. And since day ONE he fucking ATE I keep putting EMPHASIS on so many WORDS but I digress. I do understand the problems with some of his writing which sucks but he is still incredible and you can tell that Caleb cares so much about him which I always love to see

The oh hellos album dear wormwood. Omg. Omfg. It's fucking TRANSCENDENT. ANYONE READING THIS WHO HAS GONE THROUGH/IS GOING THROUGH A TOXIC OR ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP OF ANY KIND LISTEN TO THIS IT IS SO HEALING. Not only is it cathartic asf but it depicts the anger and regret and pain and resignation and fucking every emotion under the sun that you experience in those kinds of relationships. And just how connected all of the songs are. The album itself is a loop, seriously. The last part of Thus Always to Tyrants (the final song on the album) leads right into the beginning of Prelude. And while we're on the subject of thus always to tyrants can we talk about how fucking impactful it is to end the album on that note? On a bittersweet toast to the people who hurt us because there is no getting rid of what they did, only making yourself stronger from it and healing?!!? About the notion that what they did was terrible but that is something you'll never forget because you can't but you're moving on to better things, wondering if they will change/have changed from who you knew them as?!??! ARE YOU FUCKNG KIDDING ME!!!!! AND just how connected the lyrics and melodies are in all of the songs. I've listened to the whole album easily over a hundred times and I still notice new lines that relate to each other or when bg melodies in one song are the main motif (?) of another. You can tell how much care and thought and love and emotion was put into its creation and I love it so so so much. Also if you dear reader do not want to spend 40 min listening to the album please please please just listen to Pale White Horse and Where is Your Rider. Oh. My. Fucking. God. Jesus fuck these songs. I'm just typing about them and I got chills like. I'm not joking at all when I say these songs actually changed my life. And the interconnectedness of them (sorta like a horse and its rider?) is just so special. They're whole fucking experiences to listen to and I will never get tired of it. Aaaaaaaahhh I wanna keep talking about this album but we'd be here for a long long long time but I might make a post about it if anyone was actually interested on my music blog @lyricsdumblikethelinoleumfloor at some point so. Stick around for that ?

Forehead kisses. We need more of those pls

Sincerity. For the love of the night sky. BE EARNEST! BE SINCERE!! BE GENUINE I WILL FUCKING STAB YOU-

Little thumb rubs while holding hands

My mutuals all of you deserve love and appreciation and tenderness every one of you fuckers I love you all <33333

Cucumbers. Shit fucks

LIBRARIES! Please if you can visit your local library, it'll be so lovely I prommy

Humans committing to silly bits together. And just like building off of each other's energy. One of the most beautiful things I have ever witnessed and that I'm so grateful to have experienced

Introspection. For the love of fuck pleaaaase more people need this. Everyone needs to practice introspection idc just do it it's not some shameful act it just helps you grow

Peach flavoured things. They're yummy 😋

My ever growing gnome figurine collection pretty underrated imo kinda flying under the radar imho

Burger King foot lettuce

Laying on the floor and doing nothing. 10/10 activity honestly. Especially when you're in a sun spot shit fucks

And that's m'list! Glad you made it to the end, sorry for the long post

#nonnie you shouldn't have told me to go wild look what youve done #AND you made me be sappy. reveal yourself i need to know who did this #askings

[aceghosts]

🎵 Rooney x Thane, Blue/Joseph

(And for challenge mode: each individual character!)

Thank you! I attempted the challenge mode, but Thane was definitely the most difficult.

🎵 + Commander Rooney Shepard

Meteor by Architects

I'm standing beneath the meteor Disaster's breaking down my door I should be moving mountains The arrow buckles in the bow They said it's time to go to war Yeah, I've heard it all before I should be moving mountains But I'm like fire in thе snow

🎵 + Thane Krios

Death is Not Defeat by Architects

When I leave this skin and bone Beyond my final heartbeat I'll dismantle piece by piece And I will know that death is not defeat

🎵 + Commander Rooney Shepard/Thane Krios

Find Our Way by Being as an Ocean

Wait up, I know you feel anxious No need to be nervous You're safe with me Some monsters are harder to vanquish Together we'll manage to make it through We'll find our way

🎵 + Blue Murphy

Up The Wolves by The Mountain Goats

There's bound to be a ghost at the back of your closet No matter where you live There'll always be a few things, maybe several things That you're going to find really difficult to forgive There's gonna come a day when you feel better You'll rise up free and easy on that day And float from branch to branch Lighter than the air

🎵 + Joseph Seed

Pale White Horse by the Oh Hellos

I can't even pick lyrics for this one; it's just the whole song.

🎵 + Blue Murphy/Joseph Seed

Beyond the Pines by Thrice

And I will meet you there - don't go to sleep Our souls and feet both bare - with grass beneath The oaths we needn't swear are vast and deep Our breath will be our prayer - alone - complete

And I will meet you there, beyond the pines Templed in twilight or dawn The light and easy air Tracing the lines on our palms

#kate answers asks #Blue Murphy #Commander Rooney Shepard #I won't let fear compromise who I am #shrios #OTP: Time for me is short Siha But any that I have is yours to take #OTP: I had all and then most of you some and now none of you #I'm still not sure about that thane song #but I think the rest of the choices are good!

[starrypawz]

Put your Spotify on shuffle and write down the first lyric of the first ten songs that come on, post the poem that results - @ml-nolan tagged me

And I'm gonna have to cheat slightly bc i don't really use spotify enough for this to work so this is my phone music on shuffle

Marked for demolition, I’m Just a time bomb ticking inside In the year of '39 assembled here, the Volunteers In the days when lands were few

All that you do

A misty night, a perfect night

Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away

Down they fell like the children of Eden

In the cold breeze that I walk along

Faster than a bullet

I know that I've imagined love before

Here we are and I can't think from all the pills, hey Start the car and take me home

(I have like no idea if this actually works as a poem i am not a poem person)

tagging if you want @moonisthedoor @jaysworlds @mikecrewsteacup and @kittlesandbugs

Song list: The Curse- Disturbed, '39- Queen, Bomb- Band of Skulls, Metal Storm/Face the Slayer- Slayer, Iron-Woodkid, Pale White Horse- The Oh Hellos, Stray- Steve Contre, Painkiller- Judas Priest, Unfinished Sympathy- Massive Attack, Just Tonight- The Pretty Reckless

[willowtreewhump]

Lol been a hot minute since I've done a song tag meme. XD Thanks for the tag, @emcscared-whumps ! XD

I have no one to tag since I'm a terrible lurker, so let me know if you haven't done something like this before but would like to, and I'll officially tag you!

For extra fun, I tried to pick titles out of my iTunes that could potentially be used as whump prompts lol.

Whether the lyrics or not are whumpy is irrelevant. XD (some of them are though lol)

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RULES: Make a new post and spell out your url with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url.

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W - "Walking Disaster" - Sum41

I- "I Don't Know If I'll Be Back This Time" - Sea Wolf

L- "Let Go" - FrouFrou

L- "Life 2: The Unhappy Ending" - STARS

O- "The Outsider" - Marina and the Diamonds

W- "What Have You Done" - Within Temptation

T- "This City is Far From Here" - Aiden

R- "Ready Aim Misfire" - New Years Day

E- "Evil Angel" - Breaking Benjamin

E- "Enchantment" - Amethystium (instrumental)

W- "Wish I Had an Angel" - Nightwish

H- "Hide" - Red

U- "Unwell" - Matchbox 20

M- "Miserere Me, Deus" (Have Pity On Me, God) - Desmond, Carole & Tuesday Soundtrack

P- "Pale White Horse" - The Oh Hellos

#tag meme #song meme #url meme #maybe I really should use these titles as prompts lol #hmmmmmmm… something to consider xD #tag game #whump prompts #lol why not

[siredisco]

A Look Into "Dear Wormwood"

NOTE: this was made for a recorded video, not written Intro: (5-15+ seconds)

(fade w/ last on thru dark deep valley “Valley (Reprise))

The Oh Hellos’ 2015 album, Dear Wormwood, explores an abusive relationship through letters written by the protagonist to the antagonist. Through 13 songs, we hear their story.

Middle: 3+ Minutes

Open w/ a small part of “Prelude (Dear Wormwood)”

That music you heard is from “Prelude (Dear Wormwood)”, the opening track to the album. This album acts as a second volume and echoes their previous album, Through the Dark and Deep Valley. The previous album is about the protagonist’s past and Dear Wormood is about the future. We, as the listener, are seeing their relationship begin to deteriorate and reach the end.

-In the second track, “Bitter Water”, a song about reflection upon the relationship and why it was bad. This song goes through the fact that it hurt both parties, but specifically made the author regret their decision to stay in it.

-The first chorus goes as; “I still taste you on my lips/ Lovely bitter water/ The terrible fire of old regret is honey on my tongue/ And I know I shouldn't love you/ I know I shouldn't love you but I do“

-The biblical meaning of bitter water is that it was used to see a wife had committed adultery. So, the reflection upon betrayal and abuse faced.

-I’m not going to go through all 13 tracks, but I will address 3 characters that show up consistently. The author, the recipient, and the King. There’s some more, like Death, God, and a horse.

-We are introduced to the coming of the king in the couplet of “Exeunt” and “Caesar” and Death in the pair of “Pale White Horse” and “Where is your Rider?”.

-The latter couple carry out more religious themes through the album. That makes sense, due to the nature of the material it's based on and inspired by, but we’ll come back to that Idea.

-The next song, “Soldier, Poet, King'' is *very* religious. It's about the second coming of Christ and people’s reactions to it. Again, we have a reference to the character, the King. Side note, it got popular from both animatics on YouTube and also faced a resurgence from TikTok.

-The next song is the climax. The titular song, “Dear Wormwood” swells with acknowledgement and recognition. The author is finally seeing that they need to get out. They see the terrible things that the antagonist has done. We hear the author begin to recognize that “No, you do not make me. I see how terrible you were for me. I am who I am. I Don’t need you.” and I think that’s incredible.

-With the next song, “Danse Macabre” (donce muhcob), we hear about the character of Death again, which is what the song is about. It is straight instrumental and yet the meaning is connected to the triumph of the previous track.

-And track number 13, “Thus Always to Tyrants” or “Sic Semper Tyrannis”, which is what Brutus (allegedly) said after killing Julius Caesar. Now, for the previous songs, I’ve been going off what the duo has said and what the Genius site annotations have been. I’ve adjusted them to my actual views, some are wildly different to what’s written, but they are along the same lines. This part is all original thought, not even a glance at the websites except for lyrics.

-“Thus Always to Tyrants” is about the cycle of abuse and breaking the cycle. It's a song about winning and freedom. This song is not one about grief and loss, it's about the fact that they have done it. Their abuser is gone and now they can come alive again.

-The coda to this song is “Where I go, will you still follow?/ Will you leave your shaded hollow?/ Will you greet the daylight looming/ Learn to love without consuming?” and it addresses the fears of the antagonist still being out there, even if the protagonist knows they’re safe. The cycle of abuse is something that struggles to release and here it is apparent. They’ve learned to love without needing to take over, so can you.

Closing: (20-30+ seconds)

(have ending of “Thus Always to Tyrants”)

Though “Dear Wormwood” is not my favorite Oh Hellos album, it is by far the most powerful one. It is an album that means the world to me and I would encourage everyone and anyone to listen to their entire discography. They’re music is beautiful and tells stories that make you consider life. Love should not be painful, friends. Love is something to cherish. Let them show you that.

(close with lyrics mentioned)

#dear wormwood #the oh hellos #music analysis #analyze #music #song analysis #thus always to tyrants #bitter water

[cross-d-a]

RULES: we’re snooping on your playlist. put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first ten songs and then choose 10 victims.

@vishcount thank you for tagging me ohmygosh!!!! you know I’m a sucker for music, esp because you keep introducing me to so many amazing songs and artists  ೖ(⑅σ̑ᴗσ̑)ೖ ～♪

gonna do half my phone music library and half spotify bc!! i listen to both! :) also gonna shamelessly copy vish and add my fav lyrics from each vocal song! ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡

No Regrets (piano cover) (dmbj reboot ost) ♡  *insert pretty piano music and Wu Xie crying here* ♡

Wave (The Midnight)  “We are not a sentimental age On our shoulders is a boulder of a debt we cannot pay”

Hallelujah (Panic! At the Disco) “No one wants you when you have no heart and I'm sitting pretty in my brand new scars and You'll never know if you don't ever try again So let's try Let's try Let's try”

Moon (Sleeping At Last) ♡  *insert pretty instrumentals and space fic feels here* ♡

Wang Pangzi (Chen Minghao & Xiao Laohu) (dmbj reboot ost) “Wu Xie has been escaping from pain Brother ignores the pain And the fat man chooses to resolve the pain Reckless appearance, pure desire I just want to be happy with the Iron Triangle forever Not ashamed or ashamed to live”

Pale White Horse (The Oh Hellos) “It was the raging storm Of a foreign war And a face I'd seen before”

Disorderly Heart Melodies (Xueran Chen) (Guardian ost) ♡  *insert 10k of Pining here* ♡

Serendipity (BTS) “When you called me I became your flower As if we were waiting We bloom until we ache”

Glitter & Gold (Barns Courtney) “Do you walk in the valley of kings? Do you walk in the shadow of men Who sold their lives to a dream? Do you ponder the manner of things In the dark? The dark, the dark, the dark”

Clean Eyes (Acoustic) (SYML) “Picture yourself in a room full of broken glass Blood on the pieces, the pieces you can't put back A little white light in a sea gone black My head is a room and the room's full of broken glass”

i might have cheated a bit bc i didn’t want all of the songs to be instrumentals! haha but it was nice revisiting some of my favourite songs!

not quite sure who to tag, bc i don’t kno who likes doing the music tag games! so imma try @alwaysaslutforshakespeare @jockvillagersonly @humanlighthouse @adrawrable and anyone else who sees this and wants to join??? as always, no pressure to actually do this!!

(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

#tag game #music #cross talks #about me

[thekidultlife]

THE RETURN OF SUPERMAN | Lee Jihoon

Author’s Note: In the last part of TROS Jeonghan, I had mistakenly labeled Yuna as Lee Jihoon’s daughter. Please forgive me! I already edited it to lessen confusion haha. Yuna will be coming out in the next story as another member’s child, as edited. Please watch out for it, and I hope you come to love Lee Jihoon’s family in this AU, too!

NEW SERIES ALERT! While reading this fic, you will have a clue as to what series is coming next on this blog. Please watch out for it and if you see the clue, you can comment it down! :D

HYERI YOU’D BETTER READ THIS ONE!

Genre: ABSOLUTE FLUFF with traces of good ol’ angst but this is definitely a happy story so go ahead and read it!

Word count: 5,896

Lee Jihoon always had a plan. It wasn’t always written on paper or formulated to the dot (you were the one responsible for that end), but it was always there. He felt a lot better if he had things under his control. And so when he decided to enter the Return of Superman show with his friends, he wasn’t going unprepared.

Because, as he stared across at the table (mind you, sudden shivers were coming up his spine as he looked at the young toddler who looked oh so innocent—for now)…

…One could never go unprepared with Lee Yeseung. 

 “I mapped it out carefully, love,” he told you over breakfast. “I mapped out every single activity I am going to do with him. He’s not an easy kid, but—“

“—Who isn’t easy?” you innocently asked, eyeing your son fondly. He had his father’s eyes and the gentleness of your facial features. His pale-white skin was also his father’s, but the color of his eyes, black with a hint of brown in them, were yours. “Yeseung is a good boy, aren’t you?”

Yeseung smiled sweetly at you and giggled his cute, toddler giggle. 

 “You know, this child doesn’t come from my side of the family,” Jihoon taunted you as he ate. “My Yeseung is too much like you. Like mother, like son.” Jihoon was laughing to himself, pleased at making you feel pissed off early in the morning. It was a ritual he was having a hard time to break, even after five years of marriage. But when Jihoon turned his eyes to you, he stopped mid-laughter.

“What?” he said, raising both hands. “It’s true!” He pointed at his son. “Look at him! He’s hyper!”

“You are uncharacteristically talkative today,” you replied to him, your eyes narrowing. “What are you up to?”

Yeseung stared up from his bowl at his father. He was holding the bowl to his face with his hands, doing his best to quietly finish his breakfast as you had sternly told him to do. He had understood your husband’s words, and now he dropped the bowl, cereal flying all over the place as he bawled.

You stabbed your fork at a hotdog and glared daggers at your husband. “Lee Jihoon!”

Jihoon turned back to his meal. “I love you both, and I’m…” he sighed, getting up on second thought and disappearing behind to the kitchen for a minute. “I’m going to get the dishcloth.”

“I wasn’t hyper this time,” Yeseung sobbed, rubbing his eyes and putting cereal on his face. “He called me hyper again. I wasn’t hyper this time.” He wailed louder. “Why does he always call me hyper?”

You sighed and scooped the child in your arms, forgetting your breakfast. You were hoping for a quiet morning, but Jihoon just had to upset your baby again. “No, appa was just joking.”

“Yeseung-ah!” Jihoon deftly scooped up Yeseung from your arms and began smothering him with kisses. “Appa was just joking! Like we always do!”

Yeseung looked up at his appa, with tearful eyes. “I’m not hyper, right? I’m a good boy, right?”

“Exactly. A very good boy who will help appa clean up the table!” 

 “What activity planning were you talking about?”

Jihoon smirked at you and peppered his son with kisses. “I’m nervous, Y/N,” he said quietly, as he looked straight into your eyes, his face going serious. “That’s why I was being talkative. I rarely do this with others, except you.”

You felt your whole face flush. “What activity planning were you talking about?” you repeated your question again.

Jihoon smiled nervously. “It’s for the Return of Superman show.”

INTERVIEW WITH LEE JIHOON, 30: 

JIHOON: Hello everyone, my name is Lee Jihoon. I am known by many as SEVENTEEN’s Woozi. This—(he hoists little Yeseung up his lap)—is my three-year-old, Lee Yeseung. Say hi to the camera, Yeseung-ah!

YESEUNG: (Smiles at the camera shyly and then burrows into his father’s jacket.)

WOOZI: (Smiles at his son’s shyness.) Sorry, he’s still a bit camera-shy. But we’re really looking forward to enjoying ourselves on this show! And—(Laughs self-consciously and hugs his little boy close to him.)—I hope I learn more as a dad!

Q: This was asked to the other members as well: How does it feel to have a child of your own?

JIHOON: (Laughs nervously and pats Yeseung, who was squirming on his lap.) Actually, it’s nerve-wracking. 

(Silence.) 

JIHOON: (Looks down at his son.) You always have to brace yourself with little Yeseung here.

Boy, were we to find out.

NARRATOR: *We are now here at the Lee residence! (Cameras pan around the lavish but minimalistic penthouse of the Lee family.) And it is a beautiful morning, with no clouds in the sky to signal any rainfall. What will this day bring for Lee-appa and little Yeseung?*

6:50 A.M.

A flutter of what seemed like paper floated into Jihoon’s face. Startled, he opened his eyes and struggled to get up quickly out of bed. 

Another piece of paper—no, poorly-made paper plane—floated into his face. 

He closed his eyes. Took deep breaths. Tried to shake the feeling of sleepiness and called, as calmly as he could, “Yeseung-ah, where did you get all these papers?”

A giggle and a high-pitched squeal of delight was all the answer he could get. 

“LEE YESEUNG!!!”

Lee Jihoon jumped out of bed the moment his eyes caught the paper. Groggily, and feeling a little bit off because it was still early, he reached out and snatched a paper plane zooming in toward him. When his eyes had adjusted enough, he looked at the paper. Oh, cool. His baby boy was making paper planes. What an artist! He smiled sleepily, and was about to say a word of praise to his little artist when he looked at the paper again. 

Panic and stress, too early to be felt in the morning, seized his heart. He was suddenly wide awake. 

Aishh, this kid!!!

Lee Yeseung, his son, was making paper planes out of his music sheets.

HIS LIFE’S WORK. HIS MUSIC SHEETS.

His mind going insane, he bounded across the room with uncharacteristic quickness (it was still early in the morning, mind you), and flung the door open. He was already beginning to panic internally. He was sure he had locked his office at the den when he went into bed at 3 a.m. He was very sure. He wouldn’t have forgotten. But he followed the paper trail—Breathe, bruh, breathe, he kept telling himself, not stopping to look at which song sheet got ripped by his little troll—and with utter disbelief, stared at his wide-open office door.

He distinctly remembered what folks kept telling him about this penthouse. “The doors, cupboards and the built-in closets are definitely (emphasis on DEFINITELY) childproof. You won’t have a problem, even if you get quintuplets running around and playing horse.” 

Now, Lee Jihoon knew better. For his kid, even if he just has ONE Lee Yeseung, all the childproofing in the world would not be able to work. 

 “Yeseung-ah,” he gently chided, as he stared helplessly at the door and the little boy on the floor, surrounded by headsets, pens, papers, song sheets, and other stuff that he had religiously put into what he had considered “safe zones”. Now, he would be much more cautious when dealing with his boy. “What did you do?”

“Paper planes!” the kid squealed in delight, throwing another newly-made paper plane into the air. Jihoon forced himself to look away from the plane circling above them; he forced himself not to see that that was his FIRST finished lyric sheet for “Adore U”. This kid knew how to pull triggers to make his dad crazy, that’s for sure. Jihoon was doing his best not to freak out. He loved his little baby more than the song sheets. He kept telling himself that HE LOVED HIS KID MORE THAN THOSE SONG SHEETS THAT HE’D STAYED UP NIGHTS FOR. YEP. NOT FREAKING OUT. 

“That…that was a piece with sentimental value…” the cameras caught Jihoon’s internally-freaking-out-I-don’t-know-how-to-handle-this-mess face, picking up the sheets that he could still salvage. The cameras also panned at the safety latches that were expertly unlatched (some were even unlatched with what looked to be like bite marks and SCISSORS), and the outlet caps that were—you guessed it—uncapped. Nothing closed remained closed. It was a good thing, though, that Jihoon’s treasure chest of other composing mementos was one with a padlock. Nothing beats a good, old padlock, he thought to himself with a sigh of relief. Not even childproof crap compared to it.

NARRATOR: *Oh, no! It looks like little Yeseung has made quite a mess! And with his dad’s most precious music sheets!*

“You won’t have a problem,” they said. “Childproof,” they said. Wow. Even with quintuplets, huh? 

It took only one Lee Yeseung, Jihoon thought to himself, to unlatch three “safety” latches on his office door. Just one, bright, hyper, adorably troll-like little boy with an adorable giggle that was making his heart melt right now, wearing nothing but a T-shirt and his nappie, and holding a ripped-up song sheet entitled—OH NO. 

“LEE YESEUNG!!!”

INTERVIEW WITH LEE JIHOON, 30: 

JIHOON: (Holds his head in his hands for a few seconds before sighing deeply). He tore up my latest work. My little boy tore up my latest work. This is so…(groans and laughs at the same time) Seriously, I don’t know what to expect of my kid anymore. He just keeps doing whatever, and…it’s…(Laughs softly now.) I don’t know how my wife manages to keep him at bay. They’re together basically fifteen hours everyday, right after work, and she always manages to teach him how to do this and that without freaking out. Now I’M freaking out. That song sheet he’d ripped up had taken me hours to write, and I’ve only finished it right before I went to bed today. I don’t know if I’d still be able to salvage it. (Looks at the camera shyly and smirks.) But this is okay for the most part. Kids sometimes do this. (Laughs sheepishly at his excuse for Yeseung’s paper plane incident.) He’s probably doing payback because I called him a “hyper kid” yesterday.

Q: Will you still be able to write that song down because he ripped up that one? We know that you also have deadlines to meet. 

JIHOON: (Nods confidently.) It’s a good thing that I always put files on backup. I never write without saving data, because accidents like this could happen. But still I have to tell Yeseung (Bites back a smile) not to mess with my work again. Even though my heart just bursts when I discipline him, I really have to do it so he learns that it’s not okay to rip up sheets and make paper planes out of them. (Nods again, as if still not quite believing what happened.) Paper planes. Wow. I didn’t teach him that, but he sure knows how to make one. 

NARRATOR: *We are now entering the Lee playroom, where Jihoon-appa is going to talk to little Yeseung! What will happen here? Let’s find out!*

7:00 A.M.

A very repentant little Yeseung was escorted inside the playroom. His eyes, very much like his dad's, were now looking pleadingly at his father, who was having a very hard time keeping a stern face with his son. Because he felt like bailing out on this “scolding session”, as he liked to dub it, Jihoon avoided his son’s eyes, and the cute pleas that followed as he set two little chairs facing each other. 

“Appa,” Yeseung called out to him, his baby voice quivering along with his lip as he spoke. “I’m really, really sorry for making a mess. Appa. Appa.” 

“I know you’re sorry,” Jihoon answered, leaning down to pick Yeseung up and to set him on one chair. Then he tried to look inconspicuous and stern as he sat down on the other one, trying not to mind the cameras and the cameramen who were watching the scene with smiles on their faces. “But we still have to talk about what happened. Now, Lee Yeseung, what did you do? Why is Appa upset?”

There was silence for a while. Jihoon wondered for a few seconds if his kid even knew what was wrong about what he did. 

Then, just as he was about to give up, Yeseung, whose eyes were by this time zooming in on his train set, was scratching his head. “Um…because I made a mess?” He whispered, his lisp making the question comical. He looked at his dad questioningly. 

Jihoon, looking at Yeseung, found the expression so similar to yours whenever you would look up to him to ask a question. The similarity of the expression struck him that he couldn’t help but become benevolent towards this cute little tyke. “Exactly. What kind of mess?”

“I knew it.” Suddenly, Yeseung sniffled. His bottom lip was trembling, and Jihoon was panicking again. He was NOT allowed to cry. He had ripped up his dad’s song sheets, a vital part of his dad’s source of income! Jihoon was aghast as the little boy sobbed uncontrollably. “Did I make too many paper airplanes, Appa?” He began crying uncontrollably now. “I…I thought you would like them. Th-that w-w-was wh-why I…I made them.” Yeseung hiccupped between words, his tears streaming down his red cheeks, his eyes squeezed shut. 

This kid is MISSING THE POINT! Who cares if he makes a thousand of those? I wouldn’t care. I’d love it even. But the material he used to make them…Jihoon took a deep breath. “Don’t cry, Lee Yeseung,” Jihoon warned, an edge to his voice, like he had heard you do whenever you would scold Yeseung. “You messed up Appa’s office. What did Eomma and Appa tell you about messing up Appa’s office?”

“You…” Yeseung looked at him with eyes that mirrored hurt. “You…” Hiccup. “Don’t…” Hiccup. “Like…” Hiccup. “My…” Hiccup. “PAPER PLANES!!!” 

“No! I like them!” 

At that point. Yeseung bawled like the baby he was. “I’m…” Hiccup. “Sorry!!!” He cried again. 

“It’s true. I like them!”

You were supposed to be scolding him, Lee Jihoon, Jihoon could hear you chiding, NOT giving in the minute he cries like this. 

Of course, Jihoon knew that. But he just sat there, speechless for a few seconds before coming down on his knees and consoling his baby. He really couldn’t be upset with this one for long, hard as he might try! “Hey, I liked your paper planes,” he whispered gently, rubbing his boy’s back and scooping him up into his arms, walking to and from one side of the room to the other. “You did great! I liked them.” 

Yeseung looked up from Jihoon’s now-wet shirt where he had burrowed his face in to study his appa’s face. “Really? You…” Hiccup. “Really…” Hiccup. “Liked it…FOR REAL?” 

Jihoon nodded, relieved to see that Yeseung had stopped sobbing his hurt little heart out. “I did. But what I didn’t like about them was that you made them out of my music sheets. What did Eomma and I tell you about that?”

“I…” he sniffled. “I wasn’t supposed to tear it up like I did.” 

“But you did. Now, are you going to do that again?” 

Yeseung, bless his heart, wiped his tears and shook his head.  His eyes, now hopefully alight again, were looking at his father. “Not ever again.”

“You promise?” Jihoon looked at his little boy with a twinkle in his eye.

“I promise,” Yeseung solemnly replied. 

“That’s my boy!” Jihoon kissed him on the cheek. “How about I get the ‘I Love You’ kiss to be sure that we’re friends again?”

Yeseung’s face lit up just like that. Using his hands wetted by tears, he held his father’s face on both and kissed Jihoon on the nose to start. He began to chant this unique family ritual in his irresistibly endearing, sing-song voice. “Appa, appa, I love you!” Left cheek kiss. “I love you!” Right cheek kiss. “I love you!” Nose kiss. 

Jihoon laughed and did the same. “Yeseung, Yeseung, I love you!” Left cheek kiss. “I love you!” Right cheek kiss. “I love you!” Nose kiss.

“There!” Yeseung looked at him cheekily and patted his face, as if consoling him, as if his dad were the one who did something wrong. “We’re friends again now!” Then he burrowed his face into his dad’s shirt and said something that sounded like, “I wuv youuuu”.

Jihoon just stayed like that, as if time became suspended for him. Never had he felt these unexplainable emotions inside him right now. And, as was characteristic of him, he couldn’t say a word. This feeling, with his baby boy tucked into him so snugly, was too precious for words.

Soft laughs could be heard from the cameramen, breaking his awed reverie. He smiled shyly at one camera, and exited the room, still carrying his early-morning troublemaker.

And so father and son became reconciled after the paper plane incident, happily playing around with each other and laughing, the way they always do whenever they are together. 

INTERVIEW WITH LEE JIHOON, 30: 

JIHOON: (Smiles shyly.) I’m really happy that I got to be a part of this show. Being part of an idol group is amazing, and the companionship and the effort each of us put to make SEVENTEEN survive the challenges and achieve milestones cannot be compared to anything…but it’s true that we sometimes miss out on family life. The tours, the training, the endless engagements and other things that work requires us to do, are often at the expense of our time with our personal and family lives. I’m really thankful for shows like this, where the line between career and personal lives could be blurred for a few enjoyable days to show people that we, too, have families, and we want to spend time with them as much as we could. (Shows a picture of Yeseung.) This was taken during Yeseung’s second birthday party. He had just gotten his front teeth then, and you could see that there (points at Yeseung’s grinning mouth in the picture.)…he’s cute, isn’t he? (Laughs shyly again.) But the reason why I was showing this is because I would like to tell you that this was one of the times when I wasn’t able to make it for an important family event. It’s a good thing that my wife understands enough, loving enough, and patient enough to go on and do things even when I am not there. She has never resented me for having less time with them as I’d like. (Smiles briefly.) But here I am, and I promise myself that I will enjoy these moments with my baby.

9:00 A.M.

NARRATOR: *Little artist Yeseung is going to daycare today. Will he enjoy his day with friends today? Let’s find out!*

“THAT’S NOT A STAR!!!” 

Yeseung’s eyes started to water with tears as he looked at Eunha, his girl crush since forever, glaring at him with her tiny arms crossed around her chest. 

The daycare toddlers had been told by their teacher to draw shapes with different kinds of crayons and pencils, all neatly laid out on the tables. The kids, sitting patiently on their chairs and putting their creative minds to work, were seated three by three on each table. But the cameras were zoomed in on Lee Yeseung and Jeon Eunha’s table. They were supposed to have another classmate on their table, but a friend of theirs wasn’t able to come to daycare today. Cameramen smiled as they panned swiftly to Lee Yeseung, whose lower lip had started to tremble, a sure sign that he was about to cry. Again. 

Beautiful Jeon Eunha, Jeon Wonwoo’s bright little baby girl, dressed in a white dress and baby blue cardigan, would not stop telling Yeseung that he had made an unusual drawing of a star. Therefore, it could not be a star. 

A cameraman zoomed in on the artwork in question, and he had to agree. The huge yellow-and-orange blob in the middle of Lee Yeseung’s paper did not look like a star at first glance.

But how could we say that to such a cute little boy who looked even cuter in his navy trousers, cream-colored sweater and round-rimmed glasses? How?

“B-but it is a star,” he sobbed as he pointed at his artwork with a yellow crayon. “See? It--it even looks like it’s burning bright!”

“It’s not a star, Lee Yeseung,” Eunha insisted, her beautiful chin arched up imperiously. “Stars do not look like that!”

Yeseung cried. “Don’t fight with each other, Yeseung and Eunha,” Yoon Jae Eun wisely shouted from the other table where she was also drawing shapes with the Choi twins. “Don’t cry anymore, Lee Yeseung!”

Eunha saw that she had made Yeseung cry, and she stopped crossing her arms and sat down next to him. Embarrassed because he could not stop crying, she awkwardly patted his shoulder. 

“Don’t cry,” she softly consoled, “don’t cry.”

“No I don’t wanna cry,” Choi Seungjae sang from the other table. Soft laughter emanated from the cameremen’s different perches. Seriously, Choi Seungjae? 

NARRATOR: *Aww, the argument between Lee Yeseung and Jeon Eunha is now ending with a warm gesture from Eunha! How cute these two are!*

“I’m sorry for making you cry,” Eunha whispered, her braids swishing as she leaned close to Yeseung. Her pretty, almond-shaped eyes, which shone fiercely a few moments ago, now looked kind. And Yeseung, seeing that his friend was being nice to him again, gave Eunha a wobbly smile. 

“I can show you how to make a better star. May I?”

Yeseung nods, his eyes filled with unashamed wonder again at Eunha. 

Watching from a floor-to-ceiling window facing the tables, Jihoon and Wonwoo stood watching their kids. 

Lee Jihoon groaned and put his hand to his face. “Wow.” 

Wonwoo looked over at Jihoon and grinned. “I told you: let’s match them up.” 

“Stop that! They’re so young!” But Jihoon laughed and pressed a hand to the windowpane, his watchful eyes never leaving his son, who was now coloring with Eunha. “You’re right, though. My Yeseung likes Eunha very much.” 

Wonwoo nodded wisely, very much like his daughter. “I guess he liked her from the very moment he met Eunha.”

INTERVIEW WITH LEE JIHOON, 30:

JIHOON: (Rubs his chin thoughtfully.) When Yeseung was about two years old, my wife and I noticed that he was having a hard time trying to speak. I thought we were just both paranoid parents since he was our first baby, but when we relayed our concerns to our family doctor, he immediately referred us to a speech-language pathologist, who confirmed our fears. This pathologist told us that Yeseung had the beginning stages of a “speech sound disorder”. Yeseung checks the box on the symptoms that this disorder is known widely for: not using consonants when babbling, using mainly vowels or resorting to gestures to communicate even at age 2...we were really--how do I put  this--distraught, that our little boy could have that kind of speech impediment. But the doctor told us not to worry, and said that because we found out about Yeseung’s speech disorder earlier, we could treat it with a higher chance of success. 

(Short pause as Jihoon takes a drink.)

JIHOON: We took him to a lot of individual therapy sessions for the first few months, but there were no changes. We took less hours from work as much as we could to spend more time with him. Yeseung was a bright kid. He knew that there was something wrong and I could see that he wanted to help us make him better, but he could only do so much. 

(Looks lost in thought for a while.)

JIHOON: I remember thinking during that time, “My baby boy is about to attend daycare and then preschool--if we don’t have success in therapeutic treatment, he may have a hard time at school.” (Looks at his hands.) I remember nights when I would carry him in my arms at night, rock him to sleep, and then go to my wife, who would be crying silently. I would hold her close, too. Where words sound empty, gestures fill. (Smiles sadly.) It was a very hard time for her because the both of us had demanding jobs, and there are particularly hard days at work, which adds to the pressure of making sure that our child gets the love, care and attention that he needs. Sometimes, as a parent, you feel so inadequate because even though you love your child with all of your being, it’s...it’s not enough. And you have to learn to accept that you aren’t enough, and that you have to learn harder to wait. I learned that as we helped Yeseung overcome his speech sound disorder.

JIHOON: (Pauses for a while, then suddenly smiles.) Things took a turn for the better when Wonwoo and his family visited on a Monday. My wife was at work and I was the one with Yeseung then, because it was my day off. Wonwoo brought Eunha to Yeseung, and I could still remember Yeseung’s face (Gestures wildly with his hands, eyes smiling.), all bright and cheerful and all smiles--he only had his four front teeth, then! I remember that they played together a lot, and Wonwoo and I talked all afternoon about...dad stuff. (Laughs lightly.) Who knew, right? Who knew that we’d get to this point. We got married at about the same time, we had kids that are separated only by months--it was an amazing conversation that I still recall fondly. 

(The cameraman nods agreement at Jihoon’s comments about how fast time flies. Jihoon gives him a high-five.)

JIHOON: But what amazed me was when we ended the day and I was carrying Yeseung, as we waved goodbye to our visitors, Yeseung shouted out, “Jeon Eunha, bye-bye!” (Looks at the camera, smiling incredulously.) If anyone could have seen my face when he said those three words. He said it clearly, without any sign of the impediment he was being treated with. I tried to make him say it again, but he looked up at me and I knew that I had to wait a little longer for him to speak clearly on his own. I didn’t have to wait longer. During dinner later that night, my wife and I were surprised. He suddenly said, “Jeon Eunha. I like Jeon Eunha.”

(Wonderment from the background of the interview. Jihoon nods, smiling and then shakes his head in disbelief.)

JIHOON: (Looks at the camera again, smirking his FAMOUS SMIRK.) To everyone who is watching, yes, it’s true. Yeseung’s first clear sentence wasn’t about his parents. (Shakes his head again.) It was about how he liked Jeon Eunha.

12:00 P.M.

“LEE YESEUNG!!!” 

Jihoon’s piercing cry of alarm could be heard all around the whole daycare center. Cameras panned at him quickly, standing, distraught and in shock, as he watched his toddler tumble down the supposedly safe slide at the playroom, head first. 

As fast as his feet could carry him, Jihoon was beside his son at once. He cradled Yeseung’s head on his lap and he checked for bumps. His heart raced inside so fast he felt like he was about to faint. He recorded today in his mind: Lee Yeseung’s first slide accident. He wanted no more accidents in the future. 

“Why did you slide down like that?” he chided worriedly. He kissed Yeseung’s head over and over again and hugged his boy close to him. “You’re not allowed to slide that way again, are we clear?” When he did not get a response from the little tyke, he repeated, more firmly, “Are we clear, Lee Yeseung?”

“Hehehe.”

The gurgling giggles that only four-year-old toddlers can produce vibrated in Lee Jihoon’s chest. Surprised, he looked down at Yeseung in his arms. 

Lee Yeseung wasn’t crying. 

Lee Yeseung was laughing. 

As in bursting to the seams with laughter. 

“Lee Yeseung, I didn’t hear you reply to me. Are we clear?” Jihoon intentionally made his voice sound sterner than usual. “Are. We. Clear? Or do I have to make you face the wall like your Eomma does?” 

The little lip trembled again. Jihoon thought Yeseung was about to have another crying session, but something different happened. 

The trembling lip was a moment’s hesitation, in a toddler’s language. 

Yeseung reached up, cupped his father’s face in his small hands, and kissed him on the cheek. 

“Lee Ye--”

--another kiss on the cheek. Followed by a giggle. 

“You look funny when you’re mad, Appa,” Yeseung giggled again. “Funny, funny, funny!”

“Lee Yeseung,” Lee Jihoon groaned. Again, he received a kiss on the cheek. 

“Don’t be mad at Yeseung anymore!”

“LEE YESEEEUNNGGGG!!!”

With that, Lee Yeseung bounded away, towards the direction where Choi Seungjae’s voice came from. His playmates were calling again. 

And Lee Jihoon--while charmed and red-faced by his son’s “kiss-on-the-cheek diplomacy”--still watched worriedly. He had felt a huge bump that he knew would soon grow into a humongous one later. He knew that you would be furious the moment you see that bump on Yeseung’s forehead. 

Sighing and completely resigned to his fate as a worried dad and soon-to-be-interrogated husband, he watched as Yeseung played tag with his hyper friends.

Oops. He had to remove that word from his vocabulary. He mentally slapped his head. Yeseung doesn’t like being called hyper. Yeseung won’t like it if Jihoon described his friends as hyper, too, he knew. 

“I love my son,” he repeated over and over. “I love my son. I love my wife. This will be a great day.” 

And of course it will be!

8:00 P.M.

NARRATOR: *We are back at the Lee Residence! Looks like little Lee Yeseung is telling his mom about his day while they are playing with his Legos. Let’s look at what they are doing!* 

It was a rule in your house that Lee Yeseung will only be allowed to play with his iPad for a certain amount of hours, and with parental supervision. Nights were reserved for non-gadget games and quality time as a family. 

Which is why, after dinner, cameras slowly zoomed in on Yeseung’s bedroom, where you, Jihoon and Yeseung were all sprawled on the padded floor, helping the little one play with his Lego blocks. You, of course, had your face blurred on the cameras for privacy purposes. On his small bed, tidily decorated and loud with Toy Story designs (Woody was Yeseung’s favorite cartoon character), were Yeseung’s pajamas and socks, folded neatly and waiting to be worn by their owner when bedtime approached. 

You helped Lee Yeseung build a ship with his Lego blocks, and Lee Jihoon sat on one side, pen and paper in hand. He had been trying to salvage what he could still remember about his latest work, which had been torn apart and made into paper planes, now hanging on the ceiling above. Yeseung had insisted, and you had overruled Jihoon’s protestations. Jihoon had given in and helped you and Yeseung hang the paper planes onto the ceiling with different colored strings. 

“Eunha and I had a fight,” Yeseung dutifully reported to you as he skilfully attached a Lego to complete the hull of the ship.

“Aww. Now that’s a story I haven’t heard about.” you said consolingly at your son before turning to Jihoon, whispering fiercely, “Was this before or after our baby got a bump on his head?”

Jihoon stopped writing. “Ouch. That hurts. I was watching him all the time when he slid the wrong way, love!”

You made faces at Jihoon and turned back to Yeseung. The ship was almost completed. “Why did you have a fight?”

“She told me that my star did not look like a star.” Yeseung’s face twisted again when he mentioned what happened, but he did not cry. “But it was a star, Eommai! I even made it burn brightly.”

You were taken by surprise at the reason for the fight and decided to be gentle. “Well...we learned about what stars look like, right? Remember? You and Eomma made stars together?”

Yeseung nodded and looked up at you with sad eyes. “I remember.”

“So…” you purse your lips. “What did your star look like?” 

Yeseung immediately got up and skipped to his small drawing table, where he picked up a piece of paper. “Here, Eomma! And I promise you, it’s really a star!”

You looked at the blob of yellow on the paper and could not speak for a moment. Ah. Maybe they were learning about shapes earlier, and to everyone in the classroom, this did not look like a star shape. But you knew how Yeseung was thinking. You glanced at your son appreciatively, smiling at him.

“It is a star,” you confirmed, and Yeseung beamed at you. 

By nine o’clock, after tucking Yeseung in to sleep, cameras were still trained on you and Jihoon, sitting next to your toddler’s bed. 

Jihoon cleared his throat. “So...is it really a star?”

You looked at Jihoon quickly and laughed softly. Then you reached for Yeseung’s iPad on the bedside table where you were leaning. 

“See for yourself.”

You opened the iPad and showed Jihoon a recent video that Yeseung had just watched. It was about the solar system and the stars. 

No stars shown on the video looked five-pointed. All stars shown were balls of fire, burning brightly. 

“Eunha was right when she showed Yeseung how to draw the star shape that we use in art,” you said softly, closing the iPad, “but Yeseung was thinking differently. He was picturing a real star. He knew what they really looked like and he wanted to draw it well.” 

“Hence the blob.” Jihoon was holding Yeseung’s artwork. “He’s a genius.

You laughed again. “Yes. Hence the blob of burning yellow.”

You both laughed, and watched Yeseung’s deep breaths. Then you turned off the lamp. “Let’s go. He’s asleep.”

“Remind me to get padlocks for my office.”

You laughed again.

Cameras panned away from Yeseung’s room as you and Jihoon retreated to your bedroom. But, faintly, just before the scene was completed, Jihoon was heard speaking in low tones.

“Remember those thirty nights we spent together, love?”

“Shhhh! Lee Jihoon!”

Mercifully, the scene had already been completed. Lee Jihoon’s teasing laugh and your noises of protest went unrecorded and your bedroom door closed.

So there ended another night at the Lee residence. 

3:04 A.M.

Or so we thought. 

The soft patter of footsteps and a little figure in pajamas could be heard quietly sneaking into a forbidden part of the house. 

Click. 

“Let’s make boats for Eomma,” a voice sang in the dark. 

An automatic light came on in the forbidden room, followed by the sound of paper being ripped. Rip, rip, rip. And singing! But you and Jihoon did not hear all the commotion happening. The cameras, though, recorded the sneaky action.

You better hope that ripping sound is not coming out of your books…

…because Lee Yeseung is about to make you a lot of boats.

EPISODES | Ep. 1 | Ep. 2 | after-party |  Ep. 3 | only us | Ep. 4 | afterglow

- Admin Leanne

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So I was just wondering are there any songs or styles of music you took inspiration from in particular when you wrote the songs from no grave (hold my body)? I love the styles of the songs a lot! I was thinking of trying my hand at writing some of my own but I don't have nearly the skill you do yours are all amazing!

The honest truth is, I have no idea how you’re supposed to write music. I only know how to read sheet music in the context of choir, and I’ve lost most of that ability. I never really learned any instruments when I was young, and I started playing ukulele by the grace of having one and looking online for how to play specific songs I liked. I have no idea how I’m technically supposed to strum a ukulele without a pick, and I have no idea if my hand shapes for some notes are way off base. I live in fear of Ab. I fear what an actual professional would think of me.

I do know how to operate on vibes, and I am somewhat skilled with adopting a vibe or a kind-of-sort-of plot for the song and improvising lyrics on the fly from sometimes just a specific phrase or nothing at all. For the nghmb songs in particular, I put more effort in and usually write down lyrics more methodically, although the lines that started as improv ones tend to have better rhythm and alliteration to them. What Remains is one that has almost all of its lines courtesy of writing them down beforehand, while What The Water Said had a lot of it made by improv and then written down and refined.

I am mostly unaware of any specific influences on my playing style or otherwise. I mostly just play some notes keeping the vibe in mind until I think it’s right and then do lyrics from there, which means that I’m mostly going by ear and don’t know exactly what music is influencing my choices in notes. It does tend to be the music I like, though. I tend to try and stay away from just playing the four notes of pop music (Am, F, C, G). I like to try and keep some of the sounds of The Oh Hellos, Florence + The Machine and Hozier in mind, because they tend to sound either like they love someone with their whole being or like they’re about to go batshit insane in the middle of a glade at midnight. I also like a very specific genre of music with the sort of plodding beat that I cannot describe as anything other than the feeling of watching someone crawl out of their grave and begin slowly, painfully walking back one step at a time back to the battlefront. Examples of that are Far From Home (The Raven), Seven Devils, Lion, Ain’t No Grave, Work Song, So Far, Mr. Rattlebone, and Flesh and Bone. I’m also a fan of those songs that start off somewhat quietly and normally and then eat your ears with many instruments played very loudly and very beautifully. Examples of that are Pale White Horse, Who Are You Really, Cherry Tree, Soldier, Cliffy, Send The Rain (To Everyone), and Caesar. Honestly, just raid my Spotify playlist. It’s a fun little exercise to try and puzzle out which ones I chose for the vibes, which ones I chose for the lyrics, and which ones I chose for both.

I am completely unqualified to give advice, but I’m already three paragraphs deep, so why not. I cannot stress how important knowing the vibe is, but that’s mostly just because I don’t know any way to consume or produce music that isn’t vibe based with a side of lyrical importance. Notes have different feelings, and some of them just feel Bad together. I only know how to do ukulele, and most of the things that I make that feel sad almost ignore the top string entirely. If I want to make something a little fun and rebellious and more angry than sad, then I want to use the top string a lot. Am, D, F, Dm, and E7 all tend to work together nicely, and they work well when played nice and fast. C, Em, G, D, that one note where you play an F but ignore the top string, and C7 also tend to work together nicely, and they work well when played slowly. B is weird most of the time and kinda hard to transition to so I have no idea what it works with.

It’s vibes all the way down, buddy. It’s just playing until the vibes are right, and then singing until the lyrics are right, and being willing to try some weird shit in the middle to work out what does and doesn’t work. I have no idea if this helped or even answered your original question, but I sure did write a lot.

#talking to the void

[morkofday]

OKAY IM HERE WITH A PROMPT FINALLY THANK YOU FOR THE REMINDER!!!! I spent so long trying to figure out what would be worthy of your attention but I ended up going with my first instinct anyway xD I would ADORE if you did an edit of Pingxie or Wu Xie or Xiao Ge (whatever you prefer!!) of any of the lyrics from the song "Pale White Horse" by The Oh Hellos ❤️ it's one of my fav songs and it screams dmbj to me ❤️

I hope that's okay?? I figured it might be fun for you to decide what speaks to you more?? But if you'd prefer an exact prompt just let me know ❤️ I LOVE YOU!!! YOURE AMAZING!!!!!!!!! IM SO EXCITED YOURE DOING THIS!!!!!!!!!! I HOPE YOU HAVE A LOT OF FUN!!!!!!!!!!!

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hello cross, my dear ♥ i hope you are doing well out there :') i enjoyed your prompt a lot and making it was a lot of fun!

you can find the edit here

i was so happy somehow that you decided to throw this song at me after talking about it so much. it always makes me fond when ppl share with me their music and songs they connect with certain ships bc it allows me to see those different pairings in a new light. also bc this song is so dear to you, this edit feels special. i hope you enjoy it!

the lyrics made me think about reboot pingxie a lot. i cannot remember anymore what you told me about your own thoughts on this song but i hope i hit close :') they are just so good in their "i do not fear anything else but losing you" -mentality. i felt like this song was that personified. also, did i surprise you with making the edit this way instead of the other way? choosing to make wu xie the one who loses? maybe not :'D

thank you so much for sending me this and have a wonderful day! hopefully, you return to us soon. i miss you! ♥

#ah this is so good ok #i was a bit scared of this #bc i know you love this song so much #but i feel like i managed to honor it!! #thank you so much once again :') #i love you cross #know that i think of you a lot

[nerteragranadensis]

now listening: “Boreas” by The Oh Hellos

gonna record my first impressions of the album here as I listen. tagging @milk-and-violets since you wanted to hear my thoughts!

1. A Kindling, of Sorts

holy shit

this is the riff from Torches

I still listen to “Torches” a lot because it’s my favorite song off the Notos EP and this is the riff from Torches

rearranged

slower and more ominous and ever-so-slightly more discordant but it works and it builds until it sounds like a house burning down

The album has barely started and there haven’t even been any lyrics yet and I already feel like I’m dying so yeah i’d say this is definitely an Oh Hellos album

2. Cold

Okay. I’ve calmed down a little. this one is... an Oh Hellos song. I like it! I’m going to have to restrain myself from immediately looking up the lyrics to all of these--I really would like to listen to them a few times before I do that.

An interesting thing about Notos and Eurus is that I didn’t actually love either of them the first time I listened to them; I liked the style alright but only one or two of the songs really grabbed me. but there wasn’t anything else that sounded like that in my library, so I kept listening to them... and listening to them... and now they’re two of my favorite albums in the world, and I love how the songs all function as a unit. I have a feeling I might see a similar experience here.

3. Lapis Lazuli

I didn’t like the opening that much (again, I’m sure I’ll come around) but I like what the guitars are doing! I like the lyrics! and this definitely feels like a more winter-y version of the style, since Notos was summer and Eurus was autumn. Boreas being the “winter” album has a lot of personal significance to me. I may come back to that later.

“Don’t know what you don’t know yet / yeah I go on forgetting it” ooh that’s good. I like that a lot.

4. Rose

The music reminds me a little of “Wishing Well” and the lyrics remind me a little of “Pale White Horse”

“I think we’ve got a lot we gotta learn”

Oh I really like these lyrics. And the pipes backing the intrumental? The song itself is kind of quiet and unassuming, which usually isn’t my favorite, but I have a feeling this one is really going to grow on me. 

5. Boreas

Hey that’s a reference to spoon theory

I wouldn’t have expected lyrics about wildfire from a song called Boreas but you know what? It works. Wildfire is as boreal as the northern lights. It’s all a metaphor, obviously, but that works too.

I have a feeling this song is going to make me cry someday soon. not to get too personal, but I’ve lived in Alaska for the last eight years and now I’m moving out of state in less than a month. having this album about winter and Boreas (especially one that references spoon theory, uses wildfire as a metaphor for a mental state)... I think that’s going to be really important. as I try to adapt to living in a totally new place.

6. Glowing

I like the beeping in the intro. very electronica, which is one of my favorite genres, but not something The Oh Hellos dip into very often.

I think that was our “overarching” riff--at least it sounds really important and emphasized. like the other overarching riffs. interesting that it’s in this song as opposed to “Boreas”...

I like these lyrics a lot too.

Oh, that’s the end! I was expecting a seventh song, since the other two EPs had seven, but I guess this one ends early. My first impressions are pretty muted except for “A Kindling, of Sorts” which I love and I am going to listen to again right now. Like I said, I’m sure the rest of the album will grow on me in time. I’m definitely going to listen to it again. And I’d really like to listen to in sequence with Notos and Eurus, and see what repeating riffs and themes I can find.

(Right now I can see all the neighborhood birds flying back and forth from my window. There are a bunch of robins, and the rooftop swallows, and a magpie just showed up. They’re darting through the cottonwood trees across the street. That seems really fitting.)

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