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memes-in-a-half-shell · 4 years

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Personalities

Guess I’ve never really did one post like this one, but I wanted to list out how I envision the guys to be like, generally. My creativity has been going down the drain lately, so hopefully that’ll boost me up a bit !

-- Leo --

Leo gives out that tough, serious vibe, mostly because he’s the leader and wants to show that he’s in control.

...

But in general, that dude does like to laugh and have some fun!

Don’t worry though, he knows when he has to be serious!!!! ... At some points he just has to relax, you know?

A Man of Culture ™ , he owns some bonsai trees and loves to meditate so he can have a clearer mind. Tranquility is his way to recharge his batteries (yes, I do see him as an ambivert, with a strong introvert side).

A comic books fan, shares that passion with Mikey! He’s more of a Marvel fan, personally - some of his favorites are Spider-Man, Black Panther, Captain America, and probably a bunch of others).

Anger and strong emotions can hinder his leading choices. Anxiety rises in him, which can cloud his thoughts, but he’s working hard on that (and he’s kinda good at hiding his panic, generally).

Even if he doesn’t say it often - he does love spending time with his brothers! Watching basketball matches is definitely a must for those four.

A Leo in love is a smiling Leo. A true gentleman, he can turn into quite the passionate lover when alone with his s/o. He’s not much a fan of PDA, but his s/o shouldn’t worry much about that as the affection is multiplied tenfold later on.

Actually has a good singing voice, but he would prefer to die than to let people know.

Values Splinter’s opinion highly and often goes to him for guidance about many things - mostly regarding his leadership.

It’s a bit hard for him to let new people enter his life, since he’s scared for his family to be discovered and out in the open by any means possible, but he’s slowly starting to trust his instincts and his brothers’, knowing when it’s safe to let certain people in their world or not.

He’s an avid reader. Has a preference for classic litterature, but also enjoys horror, crime stories, and a bit of romance (if he really feels like it).

-- Raph --

Sir Raph bitchinson is in DAH HOUSE.

He’s not afraid to speak up and call out anything wrong in this household.

He and Donnie love to gossip and bitch around - you can’t change my mind. But they do that in secret though (wouldn’t want to hurt people with their judgements!!!)

Can be pretty much eloquent, when given the chance. He’s more street smart than book smart, but all knowledge is good knowledge.

He always likes to come up with some challenges for himself and his bros. Some sort of “friendly” competition amongst them, just to spice things up. He does consult Splinter sometimes to see what could be done in order to train certain skills.

Raph has a lot of love to give, but doesn’t like to show it plainly. He’s gotta show that big buff strong man attitude !!!!!!!!!! ... But he does have a big heart.

He and Mikey definitely do some music on the side - which has sparked the hilarious idea of a Hip Hop Christmas album. ... Mikey does call himself “MC Mikey”, but Raph is a better rapper.

Suprisingly good with arts and crafts (ex: woodcarving, knitting). Patience, precision, and carefulness are skills he has to work on often.

Training and lifting weights are his prefered ways to think back and analyze various things. That’s why when he’s angry, he goes out to train. It gives him the opportunity to calm down (somehow) and review the situation.

Even though his arguments with Leo can turn quite bitter, he knows he’d miss them if they were to stop. Butting heads with the leader is what brings them together (some would argue it’s not a healthy relation, but both are strong headed so it’s just always gonna be like that, you know~)

-- Donnie --

You know that shy, awkward, nerd stereotype? Throw that out the window, please.

Donnie sure is quiet when he first meets new people, but that’s only so he can observe them better and get to know how to interact with them better.

Once he’s starting to grow more comfortable, he’s probably one of the chillest dude you could hang out with.

Sure, sometimes he’ll start blabbering about his projects and throw out some complex terms, but that’s just because he’s always happy to include people into his things (IF the project is going well, that is...)

A patient teacher. Yes sometimes it’s tiring having to explain whenever he says a big word, but he doesn’t mind overall explaining and bringing forth new knowledge to those who seek it.

He’s not one to flaunt his intellect. He is not above anyone and he understands that not everyone has the same passions as him. Everybody can learn something new everyday - himself included.

Has a good sense of humor, mostly sarcastic. Is always up to doing some pranks around the lair with Mikey.

Donnie’s anger management could be described as “the calm before the storm”. He usually has a good control over his emotions, but if they ever get to explode, he can be quite ... “sharp”. He doesn’t hold his words and can be a bit judgemental when angry - but he’s quick to rectify the situation and apologize. Overall, when he’s facing a situation that displeases him, he is silent and thoughtful. ... A lot goes on in his mind.

When in love, Donnie’s heart is soft and he’s a big romantic/cheesy dork. He’s often caught gazing at his s/o, with a smile on his face. He’s not afraid to lay his feelings in the open and doesn’t mind some PDA, but when he and his s/o are alone together, you can say it gets cranked up a bit ;)

Listens to various music genres. Has a preference for 80′s-90′s rock, jazz, and various types of electronic music.

Sometimes does some remote tech support jobs on the side so he and his family can have some money to spend.

Loves to play videogames! The first one he ever completed was Super Mario World on the Super Nintendo (hence why he has a SNES controller with his gear - an object filled with good memories!).

The self proclaimed “handyman” of the lair. He loves tinkering around and find ways to upgrade simple things in the house. He’s always up for a good challenge! (May or may not have a suggestion box for his bros and his dad to drop ideas once in a while <__< !!!)

-- Mikey --

Searching for a litteral ray of sunshine? Look no further; Mikey is here.

For him, finding joy and positivity in anything is a must - at least, most of the time.

He knows his family is not of the ordinary kind with a normal house, but that doesn’t mean things have to be grim and miserable!

This mindset does come at a price though. It does happen for Mikey to have his morale drop considerably low, but in those moments he knows he has his family to support him and make him feel better.

In return he is extremely supportive of anything his family does and will always encourage them when they’re going through a rough patch.

He and Raph love to collect various human items. Mikey has a tendency to go for art related items, which sparked his interest in arts (painting, spray cans/graffiti, drawing).

He also developped an interest in cooking.

Both skills are well received by his bros and he loves to teach them some tricks here and there, along with providing creative inputs to anything (mostly Donnie’s projects).

He’s an empath and doesn’t mind when his brothers vent to him. He wants them to know they are heard and valued! The best medicine he can provide is humor.

He’s a big flirt. Everyone is beautiful in their own way and he’s not afraid to express his admiration.

A party needs to be organized? Leave that to him. He always come up with some cool playlists, lots of booze, various activities, and a theme (if needed).

Loves to reference a lot of movie quotes, popular stuff and such. And it’s never out of place too, which can be surprisingly clever!

#I'll maybe expend more at some point #but for now I am leh exhausteddddd #I love exploring their personalities 😊#and fsdjfbdj of course Donnie's has a lot of stuff LMAO #also I imagine Leo to have a similar level of anxiety to mine - so that's easy to imagine

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dalliscar · 2 years

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i was tagged by @bowiepop ty darling 💌

who was your first favourite artist? depeche mode, bowie, duran duran, omd, rush

who are your current favourite? soda stereo, blur, virus, tokyo, lush, inxs, a-ha

are you into musicals? which ones/why not? a little bit. grease, hairspray and west side story are cool

are there songs you consider so special you only listen to them very rarely? many!! i'm lazy to list but there's songs that i listen just when i'm feeling really sad or extremely happy. i just believe that music helps change our mood, thats all.

what’s your preferred way of listening to music? (time of day, medium, situation) all day, if not on spotify, then my record player

what would you say is the most niche music you listen to? idk really kskrjejjfh

what’s your favourite music related movie/tv show that’s not a musical? uh,,, i love almost famous, a few biopics of my fav musicians and documentaries about music in general

albums or playlists? albums!!!

favourite albums? oof, i think i could pass hours talking about each one ksjdjsjdn

is there an artist you’re trying to get into? theres a lot!! i already made a list of albums to listen, the thing is: im always lazy, when i start listen to music, i just think about recent recomendations friends gave me or my current fave songs,,, so yeah i need to explore more bands and genres

whose music do you find overhyped? idk if its because i used to listen too much and today is not my thing anymore, but hair metal. i do like a few artists but theres other ones that is just too boring or more of the same. i still like the genre tho

what’s an underrated song? such a tricky question skdjjsjd i dont know it depends

what’s a thing a bunch of songs do that you love every time? bass solos!! and really strong drums. recently i've been loving guitar solos too!! and i wont even start talking about synth solos cause i will not shut up

what song is better acoustic? to be honest im not a fan of 'acoustic versions', maybe one song or other but it's not my first option

what’s the worst song of all time? depends of the point of view, right? cause theres few songs i see people saying that its an anthem and stuff and i go like 'uhhhhh dude i have bad news for u, this ones bad !'

do you put individual songs on repeat? if so, for how long and how often? yes!! honestly, if i really enjoyed the song, i'll put it on repeat for 50 or 100, but im boring, soon i get tired if i listen too much so i give a break to not ruin my hype for the song

do you make your own playlists? if so, what’s your most entertaining playlist title? for sure!! i've made almost 50 playlists, but just 8 are open on spotify because im insecure lmao. im not good to playlist names but theres one called 'and she was a runway model' that is just my fave songs to listen while i do my makeup and other called 'br wave' thats just brazilian new wave/post punk songs.

headphones or earbuds? earbuds!!

do you always sing the lead vocal or do you harmonize sometimes? if you harmonize, do you ever invent your own harmony? sometimes i try some lead vocals but i rather harmonize cause i find my voice embarrassing

a musical confession: i've tried a few times create a acc on rateyourmusic or medium just to do some reviews, but i just cant, i mean, i am too sentimental that i cant make a long article with clever words saying what i thought about the song or album. i never see the technical side, but just the feeling the album caused in me, if was good or bad... i envy people who can do a review without sound a complete idiot who dont know how to talk (aka me)

now i tag: @musicacuantica , @andypartridges , @dedicatedfollowerofrock , @thischarmingjaz , @eleventh-earl and @carlpalmer if you guys want to 💓

#my first fav artists still being my all time favs hehe and theres more!!#tag game #this one was fun!!!

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haechanniesunflowers · 3 years

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Meeting the in-laws in Australia

Author's note(s): man I suck at writing, I have a really great story line in my head and I'm trying my best to write it like a decent quadrilingual (yes I speak 4 languages, no I'm not lying) human being but like I said I suck at it. I'm literally crying and reading such perfect fics written by people here, y'all are doing great. Also I put in some songs from my playlist pls enjoy.

Anyways, this is part 1 in honor of me reaching 500 followers (really appreciate you guys, even if we don't interact at all). Wait for part 2 and others okay bye.

Part 1

"have you packed your toothbrush?" you ask as you slumped on your bed, tired. You stare at the ceiling and tried to put your thoughts in place. Completely ignoring your husband's answer to your question.

"y/n? Hello?" Chris says, bringing you out of your trance.

"huh? Sorry I wasn't listening" you say.

"I said I packed my toothbrush but I can't find my razors and shaving cream" he said.

"where did you put it?"

"if I remembered, I wouldn't be asking you sweetheart" he smiled.

"it's your stuff, how would I know where it's supposed to be" you reply.

"spicy" he comments.

"and you can't handle spicy so stop this" you say, getting up from the bed and walking towards the closest.

He grabs your wrist and pulls you closer to him, staring lovingly into your eyes. You get shy and look away but he makes you face him again. You can see the love and desire in his eyes. Suddenly you feel conscious, he's staring at my imperfections. You weren't always confident about your looks. You didn't like your big eyes that weren't even the same size. You wished that your left eye was as big as the right one, or the right one could've been a bit smaller like the left one. And your nose? oh how you wished yours looked as good as Minho's. And your small pouty lips, why couldn't they be perfect like those kpop idol girls'. A million thoughts were running through your head and you try to free yourself from his grasp.

"look at me" he says, and you do. You look at the most important person in your life. He still gives your butterflies. His little deeds still make your heart flutter.

"what are you thinking about Chris?" your voive is barely above a whisper.

"how did I get so lucky" he swoons making you shy and you hide your face in the crook of his neck. He wraps his arms around you. In reality, even after dating him for 5 years and getting married recently, you never truly understood what he saw in you. He complimented your looks, your personality, your fashion sense, everything. But you didn't see what he saw. You thought of yourself as an average looking woman who got lucky by bumping into Chris at a party and stubbing his toe and apologizing profusely. And now here you were, almost 6 years later, in your shared apartment, Mrs. Bang.

"I love you so much Chris"

"I love you so much too sweetheart" he says and kisses the top of your head.

You caress his face and say "I'd prefer you not shave anymore, I like facial hair on you"

He grins in response "you know I can't, it won't match my hair and on top of that, I can't take care of it, it's a hassle"

In this moment, you decide to tell him about your worries. He's all ears right now and you can't help but share.

"Chris I'm nervous" you start, "I know I've met your family before but that was when we were dating. I was meeting them as your family back then. This time I'm meeting my in-laws. I don't know where it's coming from but there's this pressure and just thinking about it is making me nervous. What if they don't really like me, I mean we're staying at your parents' place for the first time together. I don't know, I fear they won't like me."

He takes you to the lounge and sits you down on the couch, him next to you.

"hey I completely understand and it's okay to feel this way. Your concern is valid. But I want you to know that my family adores you. Sure they were a bit skeptical when I told them you're from a different country, speak a whole different language and your culture is different, but after they met you, they had nothing but nice things to say about you, I always tell you that. Don't worry, they like you and just be yourself. They'll get to know you more and you will fit right in. Besides, 4 weeks is a lot of time for you to get along with them. Oh and Hannah is the most excited to have you over, she says she got a good vibe the last time and felt a 'sisterly connection' I don't know"

You smile but the worry doesn't fade away.

"okay we need to pack the final things, our flight is in 3 hours Chris, get up"

"I'm going to the convenience store to get my shaving stuff, you need anything?" he says.

"no, I'll get sick if I eat anything before the flight, get me some gum please" you shudder, you had motion sickness so you preferred to skip meals before travelling.

"okay I'll be back in a flash" he says.

You go back to your bedroom to do a final check of the suitcases. You hum songs to yourself to ease the tension, why am I nervous already? Chris is right, I should just be myself and try to fit in. You reassure yourself.

You pull your phone out and start scrolling through tumblr. but what if I don't fit in? what if me being myself isn't good enough and I'm a burden for them for 4 weeks? What if I let Hannah down and don't be the sister she wants me to be? Wait, I need to clear my head. This is just going to get worse if I keep thinking about it.

You play Sun&Moon by NCT 127 to calm yourself down while you wait for Chris to return and pack his final bag. He returns after 20 minutes and you two get ready to leave for the airport. He puts the luggages and bags in the lounge and heads to take a shower before getting dressed. You check your essentials in your purse and make sure the electronics are unplugged and only the main lights of the apartment are on, like your bedroom and the lounge.

You decide to wait on the couch for Chris to finish showering so you can take one yourself. Trying your best to push the tensions aside, you close your eyes and sing a song to yourself, a habit you developed during your time in university.

So I won't hesitate~No more, no more~It cannot wait~I'm yours~There's no need to complicate~Our time is short~This is our fate~I'm yours

You're so focused on your lowkey singing that you don't realize Chris coming out of the bathroom, getting dressed and standing next to the couch, just enjoying you singing.

"hey, I'm out, your can shower now" he says in a low voice, smiling towards you.

You get up and go to the bathroom, ridding yourself of your clothes and standing under the warm water. You wanted to stay like this for some time but time was short so you get going, not really rushing yourself. You come out in a towel to get dressed, singing Fly Me To The Moon to yourself. You walk to your husband, who's patiently waiting for you.

"let's get going" you say.

He takes the luggages to the car waiting outside while you make final checkings. windows locked? check. lights off? check. stove off? check. bed made? check. passports and visas? check. door locked? check.

You both get in the car and head towards the airport. After getting the necessary procedure done everyone starts boarding. You're sat next to your husband and listen to the hostess' announcement.

"Thank you and enjoy the flight"

With that, the plane takes off. You're still nervous about meeting your in-laws but being in a plane scares you more so you're kinda preoccupied.

You look over to Chris to see him sound asleep with headphones on. great, just great.

You decide it would be best to just forget that you are thousands of feet about the ground and listen to some music. (playing LAUV's i met you when I was 18 album). You pray for things to be in favour of you and close your eyes, it's gonna be a long flight so might as well catch up on some sleep.

to be continued...

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buggie-hagen · 3 years

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The space asks - do them all!

oh my goodness. okay, will do:

constellations: personality

ursa major: what are the character traits that define you the most? Both quiet and loud, sad and joyful, hardworking and lazy. paradox defines me.

ursa minor: do you have hobbies or interests that no one knows about? an interest that no one knows about is anime and manga.

draco: what is the thing you like least about yourself? my weight.

lacerta: what is the thing you like most about yourself? my smile.

cepheus: do you vibe more with the term idiot, asshole or dumbass? asshole.

hercules: how are you with people? who is your favourite person? it’s interesting because part of me is social shy, but generally i am warm and friendly with people. my favorite person is two rock people who live in a mountain.

lepus: what is your biggest flaw? my self-hatred.

corvus: what are 5 things you appreciate about yourself? 1. my reading 2. my theology 3. my seelsorger stuff 4. my mild interest in Japanese culture 5. that i don’t think politically like others

orion: what element would you like to be able to bend? fire.

hydra: are you the villain? i’m my own worst villain.

cassiopeia: take a random personality quiz on the internet and give us your result. the more obnoxious the better. no.

centaurus: if you could fist fight one historical figure, which one would it be and how hard would you punch them? no.

gemini: which character (fictional or not) is your spirit animal? Jughead played by Cole Sprouse.

lupus: which one do you identify more with: thoughtful idiot or thoughtless brains? thoughtful idiot. i guess.

scutum: you acquire a death note. what are you going to do with it? my understanding of death note comes from the anime of that name. so, if i found such a notebook, i would burn it so it would not be used to harm people.

Do you side more with the idea of Deontological Ethics or Utilitarianism? I don’t know these very well. I would guess I would have issues with both of them.

stars: interests

aldebaran: what is your most obnoxious interest? David Archuleta.

algol: favourite planet? favourite space object? I like earth because it has water. I like the moon.

61 cygni: favourite time period? probably medieval Europe.

castor: favourite band/artist? Currently, Winter Aid.

pollux: draw the art cover of your favourite album/song. Not right now.

riegel: put your music on shuffle and give us the first five songs.

“Have I Told You” by Matthew Mole

“A Song About Love” by Jake Bugg

“Waiting” by Jake Bugg

“How Soon the Dawn” by Jake Bugg

“Take Yours, I’ll Take Mine” by Matthew Mole

betelgeuse: which video games gives you nostalgia for a place you have never been to? n/a

agena: what is your favourite moment from a game? n/a

deneb: you can turn one book into a movie,tv show or video game. which one are you picking? The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco

atair: why is your favourite book, well, your favourite? do you have a favourite quote from it? Right now I don’t think I have a favorite book.

prokyon: grab the nearest book, to to page 145 and give us the first sentence. i am not around my books at this moment.

acrux: where and when do you like to read the most? I like to read at coffee shops, and ideally the morning, but usually the afternoon.

spica: when do you consider a movie “good”? When it can make me cry.

antares: think of a movie which means a lot to you, now describe the first scene that comes into your mind! That scene from Love, Simon where Simon’s mom says, “You get to exhale now, Simon.” https://youtu.be/1QUzRn7yH6I

proxima centauri: if you would have the chance to travel the world, which places or countries would you like to see? Scotland, Ireland, Norway, New Zealand, Japan, China, Germany, Israel. Kazakhstan. Mongolia.

algol: you have to assassinate someone. which weapon do you choose? i don’t want to answer this questin.

mimosa: what do you associate with your favourite colour? the ocean.

sirius a/b: what’s your favourite sound and smell? favorite sound is trombone. favorite smell is fresh baked bread.

space objects: experiences

quasar: do you feel alone? absolutely alone.

pulsar: when do you feel truly alive? when i’m laughing.

wormhole: what is the shadiest/most illegal thing you have ever done? date a guy who grew mushrooms in his basement. (back in my college days).

black hole: what has hurt you in the past that you don’t want others to go through? my stepfather’s alcoholism.

white dwarf: post a picture or video from your favourite trip! no.

nebula: what is an experience you would rather forget about? growing up.

star cluster: what is something you have gained, something you have lost and something you let go of during the past year? in the past year i have gained some more confidence, i have lost any high anthropology that lingered within me, and i have let go of the idea that someone i love would fall in love with me.

planet: have you ever lost something important, such as your passport, keys or a phone? all. the. time.

moon: “A man is made of memories. It is all we are.“ (Lawrence) what do you think this means? Do you agree? I think it means that who we are is shaped by our past experiences. I agree, with the exception of how faith can shape you and that comes from outside oneself and not from the memories.

comet: you have the chance to undo one thing or decision in your life, would you take it? If you are comfortable sharing: what did you change? I wish I had did my undergrad in geography.

asteroid: have you ever lost a friend? do you wish you would still be friends? yes and yes/no

meteor: have you ever eaten dirt? if yes: on a scale from 0 to 10 would you do it again? no.

rocketry: academia

saturn v: what are you currently studying/what do you wish to study? currently am studying theology. i always am. i wish i could study geology.

delta iv heavy: what is your favourite thing about your degree course? well my last degree I completed as Mastery of Divinity in May 2019. I frickin’ love theology.

heavy falcon: what is a subject you are highly interested in but you would never study yourself? astronomy, just don’t have the time.

sea dragon: if money, admissions and other factors would not be a problem, where and what would you like to study? In the past, I would have liked to study abroad. either in Scotland or Germany.

atlas v: favourite theorem or concept? communicatio idiomatum

soyuz: language(s) you would like to learn? Spanish, Irish, Norwegian, Japanese.

MECO: how do you take notes? Whatever my brain tells me to write down. I’m so good at it now I don’t know how I got here. I think I’m just good at distinguishing between what’s important and what’s not important.

SECO: what are your essentials for studying and note taking? coffee. excitement for the topic.

RCS: how do you stay focused and productive? coffee. when i can lower my anxiety levels i can focus better and be productive. basically, when i am successfully focused and productive i am methodical and categorical.

RP-1: favourite classes or subjects you took or are taking? music, Lutheran confessions, church history, geography, earth science.

gas-generator cycle: what are the topics you like learning about the most? Lutheran theology. Biblical languages (though very painful).

partial-flow staged combustion cycle: what are the topics that interest you the least? Math. Social justice ghouls.

full-flow staged combustion cycle: your biggest student-sin? as in something you feel guilty about? Back when I was in college I took a music class called Aural Skills and NEVER practiced my aural skills. I would do it now.

RS-25: what do you carry in your backpack? books, weekly planner, laptop, pens, headphones, omeprazole.

RD-270: Do you need silence to study? or do you like to listen to music? if so, what is your go-to study-playlist? both. one of my favorites to listen to is the YouTube station “Homework Radio”

Merlin: what does your study-space look like? usually a coffee shop these days. also my office where i have access to my desk and my library. back in seminary, I LOVED studying in the Regenstein Library of the University of Chicago. So many cool places there to study.

Raptor: do you study at home or do you prefer to study at the library/in cafés? library/cafes. i never study and hardly ever read at home.

F-1: this is a free one. ask any question you’d like. what question do you have, dear one?

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kazamastar · 3 years

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Welcome to 2021

Ver. 2.1 - Ok. February but still, here we are. “Behold it’s me” as Logic would say. [...] I’m sorry I’m a bit shook because I started to write at 10:01AM, and it’s precisely 12:07AM, I was progressing pretty well in the process of writting and then I made a bad move and lost everything I wrote. I’m kinda mad. Really, I was this 👌 close to give up on writting it, and you can notice that the pixels are touching. But I guess the “I said I’d do it, so I’m going to do it” mentality is taking me places, once again. Even if I have to start again (that's called mental strength, take notes). And I said I’d write it baked so here I am, baked and hella motivated to do it. So, W shouldn’t help me reminding me what I wrote in the first version but nevermind. So I guess I'll put the most things I remember. I can tell there were good ideas ! I'll take this occasion to remind everyone the concept of these posts but first we will recap numbers of this year (well, more or less accurate for 2020 as I'm writting one month late) (and I'll fucking stop writting on the tumblr site and switch to OpenOffice so my next words are not lost again). 637 Nakamas (thank y'all for being here, even if I post 12847 times in a row. You're the best). 3609 posts and 23 376 likes. (109 drafts : lol it's less than a few weeks ago)

Pic : Plot twist 2. No more smile, but the return of the bowtie. (aka « The 4 days late suit » aka « I'm old enough to know better »)

The choice of this picture was so simple. Or maybe I should have chosen the one with the mustache only I took during lockdown ? Ahah. But … this picture could almost resume the year on its own. If I'd describe it in depth and explain the context, I could review 70% of the events that happened this year (and I think I'll go for that later, interesting exercise).

So. First let me explain the goal of these sums up. Each « Welcome to XXXX » is a resume, a sum up of the year XXXX-1. I write these for me, it's a funny way to keep track of all these years. I try to describe more or less precisely what happened during the year. I allow myself to be more or less precise because I firstly write these for me. And sometimes these posts tend to be long. Especially this one. It's gonna be sooo long. Like, idk maybe highlight this line and take a few seconds to scroll down and see how looooong it is. Kinda discouraging isn't it ? Lucky you it won't go on forever though as today, as I'm writting that it's 12:23PM and I'll have to be gone at 4 or 5PM. But I think contraints make art, even if I don't like to write under any kind of pressure. But I'm determined to do it in one take. So in these posts I also write about the TV Shows, manga, anime, movies I've seen/read. Even books, as I finally had the chance to read « Le Petit Prince » this year. We all know we had time this year, don't we ? And at the end, I post a 12 songs playlist (+ songs that I discovered this year that also are going to remind me of the year). We can roughly say it's « 1 song/1 month » but it's not always true. These songs are songs I like a lot, like really (but not necessarily my favorite) but above all, they remind me of the year I'm resuming (it can also be older songs). I also post my top 3 albums of the year. I'm thinking also of detailing my choices of playlist. Maybe not explaining all of them but a few. [12:36PM. And I'm already hungry.] On the 1st try I remember I talked about the TV shows I saw. I forgot to mention it but I write in English for a few reasons. First is : it helps me exercising my English. For me, it's the most beautiful langage to talk and it's a good occasion to do so. And then I actually enjoy writting in English. And it prevents unwanted people who don't master English to read all that (as it is pretty intimate). But joke's on me, I'm conscious the people I'd like to keep away from reading this all master English, and even better than me for some of them. (It surely is the case for 27 at least, even though we all know she still won't read this lol). Yes, I never drop names in these sum ups. Or at least, some names are blacklisted. I always chose a number to nominate them they would normally recognize themselves. So, talking about English, I've seen « Emily in Paris » on Netflix. It may surprize you but I'm very interested in dubbing. French dubbing is amazing. For example I bought « Spiderman » on PS4 this year and the french voice is the same voice actor as in the « Amazing Spider-Man » (yes the one with Andrew Garfield). (UNPOPULAR OPINION : Andrew Garfield actually is the best spiderman. Or at least the one I prefer and by far). Emily in Paris is funny because I watched it in English and it kinda disturbed me that it took place in Paris but everybody spoke English. On the other hand, if you watch it in French, langages people are talking become logical (French people speak french) but you'll have to deal with the DEADLY ANNOYING French voice of Emily. And her accent. I think I just watched 1 or 2 episodes like that, I couldn't take more ?. If you have time you should take 5 seconds to listen to what I'm talking about. But it was quite a good show. It was so fun to see these streets I've been visiting for so long in a Netflix show. By the way, I think it's easy to say that I'm missing Paris so much. But not only for the tourism, but most and foremost for the competitions. Before being a tourist I was a competitor there. So, I'm missing Paris but I'm also missing karate competitions. And also just karate. I haven't stepped on a tatami for 3 weeks and it still seems like it won't get better, and we all know why. I'm curious if I could talk about this year without mentioning a very famous virus but I think it's just impossible. But this virus gave me a lot of time in March and April. Maybe less in November tho. I could finally finish The Walking Dead, which last seasons were surprisingly good. And it was so fun to watch the reactions of people on Youtube [#]. Talking about karate competitions, I also watched Cobra Kai ! What an amazing job they did there. Adding more depth to the first movie, it's funny to change perspective and see that the Daniel we were rooting for wasn't that much of a « perfect good guy » we saw (I'm not talking about the kick in the face etc). It's also funny to notice I kinda went fro Daniel to Johnny lol. But having a Netflix show talking about martial arts and value they teach to their students ? It was perfect, even more when you see that some of my students also saw it so when we were training I was refering to it they almost all got it. And it's also funny to see that it's not as Manichean as the 1st movie was. It's a 9/10 for me. If I read the last sum up right, I said : « This year 2020 I really need to watch Kimetsu no yaiba, Jojo, Violet evergarden, Gintama and i have to keep ready 7 deadly sins. » So : Kimetsu no Yaiba was dope. The anime was beautiful and the manga was very entertaining. Not a top tier manga but definitively a good one. Jojo's anime was cool but too long. I stopped after season 2 or 3 I guess ? Violet Evergarden was TRASH (and very bad for a date, if you ask me) and I didn't take time to explore the 2 others. I also saw : Assassination classroom (5/10, i couldn't finish it so i skipped directly to the last episode, was as moving as people said), Validé (8/10, with an insane final episode), No Game No Life (8,5/10, i loved it), Freaks and Geeks (7,5 but i didn't finish it, I really like the old school vibe), Code geass (7/10, great anime and great opening). I finally discovered Community and it was worth it. What a funny show. And what a pleasure to see Mr Donald Glover on screen. Makes me think that I need to watch Atlanta again. The problem with Community is the last seasons broke the 4th wall too much for me, it became painful to watch. But the 3 or 4 seasons are crazy. Another show that was even more funny : IT Crowd. I finally had the chance to see the episode of « I came here to drink milk and kick ass, and I just finished my milk ». This show is a 9,25/10. Grand Army was also a great show of 2020. Dom is an amazing character (but I already said it). Kengan Ashura was also so cool ! I think it's what Baki would have liked to become. This year I also started to watch « American horror Story » again (alone and not alone). These last seasons were awesome. I also converted Elodi to «my hero academia », it was so cool to share that. Other things I saw : SAO S4 (AMAZING, SO BEAUTIFUL), Erased, SNK Last season) ; The Mandalorian, 24's 9th season.« Queen's gambit » have been one of the greatest show I've seen this year. And I really want to say that I played chess before the show came out (add me on Lichess if you want to play with me. Same username. I'm not strong -about 1000 ELO I guess- but I'm always happy to play and learn). If you want a precise idea of my level, on the chess.com app, I can beat Emir 🇹🇷 (1000 ELO) often but I didn't win once against Sven 🇸🇰 (who is ~1100 ELO). I'm so happy talking about all these lengthen the post even more. Kinda satisfying. But I could also talk about Tekken and chess this year. I think I have a thing with dueling sports. I'm a Karate competitor, I love Tekken and I like chess. I guess someone has something to prove haha. But come on, chess is incredible. For the 1st lockdown, I was just playing (not alone) but I wanted to make progress just by practicing. And that's how I got BB 5 or 7 (yes, it means Beat By = my number of loss in a row). But at the end of the 2nd lockdown I finally allowed myself to study a little more, thanks to Youtube (once again). This is SO INTERESTING. Like the strategies, the top players. French content creators are fun but I like american ones more. Eric Rosen is my favourite. He's always calm, he often finds solutions. GothamChess is also very entertaining. You can say by how he talks he has been a teacher. He's great. So, once again on some shonen shit, I started studying more. Mid December, a kid beat me 2 times in a row. He's a smart kid, I like him. He didn't brag or anything. And then, during Christmas Holidays I spent 2 or 3 hours a day watching chess videos. I guess he hasn't been able to beat me since then haha. By the way I should play with him later on today. Playing chess is a way for me to make sure my brain doesn't let me down, like gym for the brain. At least, it's what I thought when I started but I quickly discovered that it's a game of patterns recognizing, so memory is really challenged here. I mean, in the middlegame you have to be smart to get by but at the beginning and ending … you have to know your openings. I have also thought of joining a club but I don't know if chess communities are benevolent. I also noticed that high ranked players seem to have strong personalities. And then for Tekken (yes, 3 years and a half later I'm still on this game) I'm still making progress. In March, someone made me want to play Heihachi. What a funny character. Not top tier, but fun. Leroy Smith is also fun to play. There was no offline tournament but I won one, the 1st organized by Tekken Toulouse and finished 5th at the second. It's funny to live that level of stress straight from my bed. Usually, that kind of stress making my whole body trembling is usually found nearby tatamis of Karate competitons. (Yes, these Tekken tournaments make me stressful and that's the reason I can't play Jin in tournaments). But Eddy is still a sure value. Still progressing in movement, and whiff punishing. Mishimas are getting more consistent on electrics but it's not perfect. By the way, if you love fighting games and Bruce Lee, there's a video you need to see (whoever you are) : [#]. If you're really interested in these topics, you should appreciate this video as much as I did [2:10 PM. I have eaten, but now I have the feeling that I'm late.] Btw I don't skip line to add some « length » effect. Once again I'm sorry if making it until here was painful to read, but I need to make this paragraph the least attractive I can. This line I'm writting is almost on the 3rd page of OpenOffice. And I try to avoid using emojis, so there's just text. Tout dans le fond, pas de forme. Also, congratulations for making it until here, you must be very motivated. I'm writting slowly because it's the 1st time I write this by daytime, and I swear at the begining people were harassing me ahah. It's fun because the sum up of 2019 was so short. Just with its form, you can tell how 2019 have been peaceful. I don't remember if I talked about it already but a disaster could have happened in September/October 2019. But karate kept my mind busy so the worst have been avoided. Time spent on the tatamis kept me away from overthinking about my problems. And that was a good strategy indeed. Because in 2020 it wasn't the same. If we count right. Dojos were opened in January, February, 1st half of march, reopened in September and october, closed on november and opened in December (Mon Dieu quel … CASSE-TEX hahaha merci c'est tout pour moi). It was a weird karate year. Today is the 1 year anniversary of my last competition. During the 1st lockdown, I had litteraly no desire to train. Some of you know why. But let's talk a bit more about COVID and lockdowns. The most important thing is that I didn't spent the 1st lonely. This was the most challenging time of my life, but I can say that I made it thanks to 0808 so I'm eternally grateful for that. So, if we recap months by months : January was a funny month. One thing that I thought a miracle happened (until I found out months later what a real miracle was). I also almost went into a brawl. I guess this weird ass month set the tone for the 11 months to follow. February … was one of the calmest month. I had an awesome dojo session in Balma with 0808 in February. I think there were a lot of beautiful sunsets this month. Guess our weather power was at its peak. These 3 1st months of 2020 had a lot of trainings, even if I was injured due to kumite. March and April are kinda the same for me. I won't talking long about these but I'd simply say that I'm glad that I hadn't to write to 27. So, the Miracle happened by mid April. Mid april to mid may, it was cool. We were at home but … the weather was nice, I was doing sport everyday (but no real karate trainings) and I could keep this rythm of exercising until … Half July, which is good. It's the first time in my life I'm that consistent in doing sports at home. From mid may, I started to train with Coach O. on a weekly basis. It was incredible. These days were still bliss in my mind. I was there, no « real problems » in mind, I wasn't alone, I was making progress physically … It was really great. And from mi may to end of July, it kept getting better.Indeed, I fell in love again in January and it was getting stronger by the months. It's been a while I haven't fell this hard for someone. But she gave it back to me nicely. And then … Mala suerte 3.0. This point of the sum up is funny because I do remember when I talked about mala suerte in the other sum ups. I do realize how it's always the same thing when I write those : « 1st part of the year is cool, then not cool, then cool again but in a weird way because I have insane difficulties to repair broken parts of me » but hey. This time it's not my fault. It makes me realize how cyclic all this is. So, August, September and October have been terrible and chaotic months. A level of sadness rarely reached until there. Maybe comparable to September 2018. A high level of anger also. But still, with rare occasions to train, so no occasions to let go off steam. In fact, let's talk a bit about this anger. I've always took a lot of pride in the fact that I could most of the time remain calm in a lot of situations. Plus, being patient isn't something natural but … I learned to be through the years. I was so surprised to notice how angry I became … It simply wasn't me. But the reason is simple : I really think karate brings me balance in life, on a lot of levels (and it concerns me a lot for when I'll stop competing one day …). But I realized it so I'm working on it. In 2020, I led a lot of fights, sometimes I won and often I lost, but I also avoided a lot of them. One of the reasons I think I'm not ready to be a good partner is first I think I'm too angry. I don't think I could be mean to my partner but … I think I could be annoying to deal with. But mainly, I'm not ready to better myself now. To find the good partner, you need to become a good partner first, and this is precisely what I'm not ready to become. Despite being not perfect, I'm fine that way and I know how far from perfect I'm right now. But nevermind. This is the kind of state of mind you can't afford when you're in a relationship. I'm not saying you need to change to fit your partner's ideals. But if you notice something's wrong in your behaviour/habits and don't want to correct it, you might be a bad partner (but I could be wrong, I'm not a couple therapist lol).

Oh. And that's the moment I can describe my photo to tell the story differently. So this shot was taken precisely on Sunday, 4th of October. 1302 got confirmed so we had to go to the Temple du Salin. I went there with my father and he decided to rock a bowtie so I wanted to match him. It was so fun. That was the first time we stepped in a church after « all these events ». It was a strong moment for me. So, this picture (taken by me, thank you tripod) was taken 4 days after I « took a gamble ». I took a lot of gambles this year. One memorable gamble that lead to beautiful pictures of Toulouse was on August 27th (lol). This was after our breakup. I gave her an adress and an hour, and I hopped she would come. She never came so this was a lost gamble. (So I had a great time watching « Back to the future » outdoors, on a big movie screen, but I was alone). But this time was different. I did suppose she would be at one place on a certain day at the end of September. And I gambled right because she was there. And even if the context was so particular, I can tell we had a great time. I was so ready that I put on my best white shirt, because I knew she kinda liked it. I was there to win her back but I simply failed. Guess the shirt wasn't enough. So it was funny to wear the full suit 4 days later, I was like « Dude, nice effort but it's too late lol» (plus the Temple du Salin is on the other side of the closest bridge from her home) but I still hopped to cross her road on that day. Oh and as we're analyzing this picture, I really like the bokeh on the autmun-colored leaves. I had the luck to have a very sweet light when I took these pictures. And the post processing was really funny. I have a lot of versions of this picture indeed. But all these colors in the background always make me think of a quote I love : « Autumn shows us how beautiful it is to let things go » and this quote is so damn right. I discovered this year that I have difficulties to let things go. The thing is I hate injustice. I hate to see things that litteraly belong to me, things I deserve, simply run away from me. Sometimes I'm telling myself it's just my karma making me pay for all the شيطان I've done in the past. But other times I just try to convince myself to let go. It's been the 2nd most challenging thing this year. These levels of depression have never been reached before. But still, here I am. But not stronger than before. I had this conversation a few weeks ago about « what doesn't kill you makes you stronger ». To support this idea, some people might evoke the principle of « Kintsugi » as an example. But I strongly disagree about the first statement. I'm not a goddamn bowl. I take the example of my lower belly scar : it didn't kill me but it didn't get stronger either. That's the exact opposite indeed. Sometimes it still hurts even though it's been done 12 years ago (the last time it hurt was this night, almost stopping me from finding sleep). It's a personal opinion but what didn't kill me made me weaker. And I'm not just talking about physical injuries. Losing the ability to trust after all these events isn't what I'd call « getting stronger », even though « I didn't do anything wrong ». That's an expensive price. Bref. I think you can overcompensate with something else but the damaged parts may stay weak after. [3:03 PM. So I have about 1 hour to finish it. Easy.] There's one thing I wanted to talk about in this sum up, related to the fact of « being strong ». I read Blach again (you can tell by my december posts) and I started with the lost agent arc, followed by the TYBW arc. There's 2 things about it : its poetry, through the words and the drawings will always amaze me (it amazed me even if it’s the 2nd time I’me reading it), and the 2nd thing : I love how Ichigo become stronger. He lost his Shinigami powers but then found his Fullbring powers. And that is very important because he becomes strong again, but it's a different kind of strong and I LOVE THIS. It's like in real life. I was very strong in June 2012 (videos as proof), but it's not the same strong as in July 2017 or April/November 2018. June and July 2020 have been a different kind of strong. Not that I gained 10 kgs in 2 months (unfortunately) but I was exercising daily. I was getting my body ready for the supposed heavenly month of August that was awaiting me (us). Unfortunately there was no videos of karate at this period (but I made some in september!) but I was feeling great physically. In fact. This May/June/July 2020 period could be considered as “bliss” for me. Of course there was some background problems but ... Mentally I was getting back on my feet, I was deeply in love, physically pretty feeling myself. Plus on the 1st half of July i could go back to the tatamis ... I swear this level of peace and life appreciation have rarely been reached before. Well, this concept of getting stronger differently is almost obsessing me for a simple reason : I'm feeling like I'm getting older. 27 is a weird age for competing in karate. If I look back, I realize I'm older than William when he stopped (it's his birthday tomorrow!!). Also older than Zak, Teddy and so on. I guess I'll never be physically like 10 or 5 years ago but I'm really asking myself if I can be better. But as seen as the pains I go through after the trainings … It's going to be complicated. Plus I did my body wrong this year. There was pain in mars, april, august, september, october, november and december. I tried a lot of things to make it go. I tried to smoke it, i tried to sleep it, i tried to drink it also. I tried to fuck it of course but none of these things worked. But can we consider I won if only my cock still works ? Compared to 2018 : yes it is a win. And at least when I'm with someone, that makes less time crying and overthinking shit. Anyway, I also tried to smoke it really hard. And that's an habit I'll have trouble to let go but nvmd. Still, one of my 2021 resolutions is to smoke less. Also, I took a funny resolution that is : « I'm not accepting defeat this year ». And I realized only a few days after taking it how hard it will be. I'm not dumb, when defeat is unavoidable, I'll just take it. But I decided to be a real Scorpio and be more stubborn than ever. We can say it's above all pride. Same pride as Vegeta, Bakugo or even Endeavour. Really touched me when Bakugo talked about « Absolute victory ». Sometimes I find myself too soft. I'm not going to become an awful person (or at least, not more awful than I am right now). I'll still be kind … But I'll go get the victories I deserve a little harder. Talking about my age, I'm a bit deceived I have no close old friends to share the memories. Every one is kinda gone. Sometimes it's my fault, and sometimes it's just people who are shit but life's like this. Also, every year I try to think of my best encounter of the year. It's kinda hard because sometimes, you meet someone a few years earlier but you really get to know each other later etc … So I'm not clear if this should count only people met this year or simply the people I've spent the best times with. Because I received a curious message this summer and my God. What a luck she took the chance to write me. We realized a few days ago we were in the same class in 10th grade (2nde) (we saw the class picture, what a laughter we had). We get along so well. And it's the proof that 2nd chances deserve to be given. I swear that I also lost some important people this year. But I'm not fighting to get people back anymore. I've done it too much and I'm simply done. People need to realize it's a luck to be in my life. I have my ways but you'll hardly find a friend that's patient and kind as I am. But nevermind, it always makes more time and attention for the people who are here, who really care for my hapiness. Focusing on the people who are here was one of the main concern this year, for a lot of reasons. I thought I was good for selecting the good people in my life but looks like I still can improve. So I'm still letting people go off my life. [3:36PM. Guess I said mostly what I had to say. Maybe 5 pages is enough, but maybe not.] Oh I can still tell the rest of the year. November have been one peaceful month. Away from all the obsessions. Focused on me. No karate but still courses by videoconference. The weather was very sweet even tho it was November. This second lockdown was not that funny but we've seen worst. And December … had it's ups and downs. It was cool to meet my kids 1 month after all these video courses. They clearly got stronger, it was cool. I could also talk about my experience as a sensei this year because there's a lot to say. At the beginning of February, it was my last competition but also for my kids. We litteraly took the competition by storm. On était TROP CHAUDS. But then the Covid stopped us. We kinda were ready for Occitanie championship, if you forget that I was sick the week before the competition. I'd have loved so much to see how far their training would have taken them on this competition. But thank God they cancelled it, guess He didn't want to see me lose ahah. So, I've seen a lot of kids getting better. What a pleasure. Later on this year I told them that I wanted to see them become stronger than me. Seems cliché, but I'm happy they took it seriously. Of course I'm dead serious. We also talked about I will be waiting for them in Senior. Hope they'll continue until then. And above all I hope I will still be competing. I really want to have a positive impact on these kids, competitors or not. And I guess it's working. (Btw I'll surely do a post about Whitebeard soon, just to show him love). So. What lessons can we draw from this chaotic year ? Always treat your high school comrades well. Be picky about who you let in your life. Before engaging in a relationship, ask why her previous relationship ended. Trust no B. (And BBW's are heaven sent). Now it's 3:50PM and I guess I'm done. But I keep myself the possibility to add things if I think of things to add. It's 6 pages long (Arial, 12) but if I can make it longer I will.

[Friday. 00:55AM] Edit : Ok. The story is funny. I really wanted to finish that in one day. So I wrote the previous lines between 10 AM and 4 PM Wednesday knowing I would need more time, just to check and to add a few more details. And one of those Lonely Wednesday Night would have been perfect just to finish the job. So I planned to finish it on wednesday night but the fact is I forgot my computer home …. So here I am one day later. Still baked, so still in the right state of mind to do it. It gave me time to proofread myself (?) and most importantly, it gave me time to read again some of my previous sum ups. It was interesting to compare how they're all different, and also how my writting evolved. Tbh I think I'm becoming more comfortable with my English. Or maybe the more I express myself, the more I look at ease with the langage. This sum up is the longest I've ever written. But still, I'll add things because I still haven't told everything. For example, I haven't spoken about the fact that all the Kazamastar adventure might be closer to the end than the beginning. Like, I'm not immediatly done with all that. I'm still having a lot of fun here. Anon visitors are also part of the game, but it's still all fun. It also keeps my « photograph eye » opened. This makes me think of the quote «I want to be so awfully happy that I never need to write poetry again. » [#] and more precisely I'm thinking about : do I post more when I'm happy or sad ? But I noticed this tumblr kinda works like therapy for me. (And especially, this post is a therapy by itself. Wednesday I woke up feeling bad, lower belly aching and making this post really helped me going through the day.) I post a lot when I'm sad but it really allows me to get all of these negative feelings out of me. I do stylize things but I know I'm not a poet or anything. But can you imagine being so happy that you don't write again ? Would be an amazing feeling. (Indeed, I've already done it once [#]. I've ended a blog on a perfect happiness and yes it felt amazing. ) Imagine if I do it here. After all the trials and tribulations I went through, it would be a perfect way to finish this tumblr. But as I'm speaking, I think there's like … less than 5% chance that it ends happily. If it does, it could be in a long time. I have a few ideas of when and how it could end, but Imma have to keep these selfishly for myself. You'll see when we'll get there.:) Also, I'm realizing right now the things I'm adding to the text make the timestamps through the text a bit less accurate but that's just a detail. [2:37 AM] Earlier I talked about this blog being a therapy for me. But it’s not only this tumblr. This year I proudly finished another tumblr (yes you can guess I was proud as I posted about that 17325 times already and pinned a post). This was such a relief to end it after letting it still for litteraly 2 years. Well that’s it for tonight !

No transition : let's go for the explanations of my choices for the playlist followed by the playlist itself. It's kinda easy to understand why « la mienne » is here, for the first month. This “I can’t touch you I’m not allowed to” really made me think of someone and this someone came back. Incredible. The next song with a Boogie is perfect for February. Very peaceful month, really full of very good moments (in the backseat of a certain car for example). The 2 next songs are for March. These are kinda « lockdown anthems » as The Weeknd album came out right at that time and so did Laylow's. Plus « Escape from LA » have the vibe I really love from Abel. 2 next songs are for April. Dsvn really smashed when he put that « A muse in her feelings » album. (and the « Amusing her feelings » is even better but that won't happen before January 2021). The sequence between « Outlandish – Keep it going - flawless » was one of the best thing I heard musically this year. But keep it going is insane. « Meilleurs » from Oboy is … special. And so are the 2 following songs. Meilleurs is now blacklisted but it's still one good song. But I can't listen to it anymore. Maybe that's exactly because it reminds me June and July. Count me in reminds me precisely of August 8th. Btw what a funny day, very far from all expectations we built up through the years (let's remind that the countdown started with more that 400 days, but I guess patience and loyalty is not always rewarded). I might digress from the playlist one second, but on this day we were in Treilles with the guys, and thank God I had them in this moment ... That’s when I drank to heal, with “count on me” for soundtrack. For September, I hesitated between « DEUX TOILES DE MER » or « MEVTR » (which means « Meilleur d'Entre Vous Tous Reunis », the 1st stage name of Damso). Damso’s flow on MEVTR is huge. He makes a whole verse rhyme and on but … 2 toiles is more iconic. Talking about iconic, « Bande organisée » wasn't a masterpiece but a force to be reckoned with (i find this expression funny ahah). I mean, in hip hop nowadays we don't see often rappers teaming up with big groups like that. Plus on this song particularly some of them have interesing flows and a lot of energy. And you can tell it comes from the South. Not of them are goods, some are excellent but this makes a very decent track. « Route 66 » was cool, even tough it's for November (so 2nd lockdown) it gave me really lovely vibes. And I take this occasion talking about November 2020 to remind it was the 10th anniversary of Kanye West's MBDTF and I celebrated it the right way héhé. Finally, this featuring is really ending the year well. Dinos dropped an insane album, his best since a long time and Tayc also (respectively « Stamina, » and « Fleur froide »). So having them on the same track was risky but it paid very well, incredible vibe from those two combined. They could have been in the top 3 albums but some people made better than them. Trinity is my top 1 one 2020. The concept, the musics … it was INSANE. QALF was also great. It's insane to see Damso get rid of « artistic barriers » to focus only on sound and music. No communication etc … Just music. And Eternal Atake from Lil Uzi Vert because it was long awaited but also because it was perfect, also a 1st lockdown album so it helped me forget my loneliness but so much good tracks ! And finally we have the very special songs that I coudn't tell why I like them. I just love their vibes. So now is 4:15 PM and I'm offically finished but I still have to tweak it. Know I won't hesitate to add things that are related to 2020 and that come to my mind :) Thanks for reading me. Have a lovely day, or night.

2020 Playlist

Tayc – La mienne (Accoustic)

A Boogie – Reply feat Lil Uzi Vert

The Weeknd – Escape for LA

Laylow – Nakré

dvsn – Keep it goin ✨

PartyNextDoor – Believe it feat Rihanna

Trippie Redd & Russ – The Way

OBOY - Meilleurs

Kehlani - Serial Lover

Juice WRLD & Marshmello - Come and go

THEY. - Count me in

Damso - Deux toiles de mer

13 Organisé - Bande organisée

Joe Dwet File - Route 66

Dinos & Tayc - Je wanda

Spécial : Lil Tecca - Last Call YNW Melly - City girls

Jessame - Times we had ~ Dennis Lloyd - Never go back ~ Elliot Trent - computer love

3 top albums de 2020 :

Trinity de Laylow - Qalf de Damso - Eternal atake de Lil Uzi vert

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palbabor-writes · 4 years

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Shota’s Cool Times Summer Jamz Mix

But for real, this is a Class 1-A Character Analysis, but with their music choices!

So it’s editing day, and @albinoburrito and I got a little off track. It started with, what do you think Bakugo would listen to? And then it just spiraled out of control.

So, here it is. Shota’s Cool Times Summer Jamz Mix

Izuku: Indie music, general pop, his dad’s old classic rock albums - was especially excited when he found out that All Might also listens to classic rock and uses it for his workouts. He prolly made like 20 new playlists after that and always tries to play them on the down low when All Might is training with him. He fucking loves it when All Might is like, “oh! I love this song”. Or, asks for him to turn the volume up. Has done some low fi for studies, but that’s really the only time he does it. He likes Young the Giant, MGMT, Alt-J, Strfkr and bands like The Rolling Stones and Van Morrison fill out most of his workout playlists.

Bakugo: Honestly, he doesn’t have any hard and fast preferences. If he likes things he SoundHounds them and moves on. He can cultivate playlists, but it’s not like he’s Kaminari level, having playlists for any and all activities. I do feel like he would lean more toward rap & hip hop titles. As well alt and alt rock. No fucking scream-o, or Eminem, please and thank you. Artists like: Childish Gambino, Travis Scott, Drake, blackbear, Missio, NCT 127, and Jaden’s Icon. However, he does have one low key, wind down playlist with sad, sappy songs that he had to immediately lock when the others found his Spotify. Shit like Band of Horses, Lord Huron, and Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish.

Sero: Indie and indie bops: i.e. Loud Pipes by Ratatat. Some rap & hip hop. Maybe upbeat alternative jams. He strikes me as a Gorillaz fan. He’s good at making playlists, he’s better at the low key ones. Things that you can comfortably listen to and don’t mind them. He doesn’t overthink this. If you hand him the aux you’re never upset. You’ll get bands like: Two Door Cinema Club, Passion Pit, St. Lucia, COIN and Coast Modern.

Kaminari: The KING of cultivated playlists. Like, has one for every occasion. Need something for a party that your parents will also attend? Cross generational? He’s got you. Pump up jams for specific people? He made them like a week ago and has choices. Makes playlists for certain people, but won’t give them out unless you actually want them, or ask him. Yes, he made one for Shinso after that training battle. No, he hasn’t worked up the courage to show him yet. Personal preference: he’s into all the latest pop & he keeps up with artists and tends. For upbeat playlists he goes for: Lady Gaga, Bruno Mars, Rihanna, Maroon 5 and Major Lazer. For low key playlists his go to are: NIKI, Khalid, KALEO, Transviolet, Noah Cyrus, and Bea Miller. His favorite artists waffle. They change rapidly. He loves them one week, but next week he’s got a new fav. He also likes the Jpop scene.

Mina: Hip Hop QUEEN. If it’s got a good beat she is all over it. MUST be a banger. She has mood banger playlists. Like, Kamanari, she’s got some good playlist cultivation skills. She’s also who you want to go to for road trip & sing along playlists. My girl loves a good upbeat “friendship,” playlist. She has a soft spot for some indie bands, i.e, MisterWives, Lorde & Billie Eilish. For her everyday listening needs she is all about: Run the Jewels, Lil Nas X, Quinn XCII, Logic, Calvin Harris, Nicki Minaj and Bhad Bhabie.

Jiro: She listens to all most everything. Massive, massive music pallet. Her family was always big on diversifying her musical tastes. Never let yourself be limited or judgmental because it’s not what you usually listen to. That said, she super big into rock and alt rock. She really like to follow bands. Like Paramour, Panic at the Disco. Bands that have shifted and changed over time. She admires that skill. Jiro cultivates playlists that are super specific and poetic. You know, those concept playlists that are like: enchanting, serene. You are laying in an abandoned castle and you’ve never felt this content and at peace. You are one with the universe, never in your life... Like that shit that’s like a paragraph long and you don’t even understand why, like, why is it so long? And so, specific? She’s got that shit locked down on Spotify. Mina found hers once, ONCE, and she tightened that security seconds later. She loves to listen to: Fleetwood Mac, The Zombies, Joni Mitchell, Terror Jr, Woodkid, Foo Fighters and David Bowie. Literally, she likes everything. Equal opportunity music listener. If it feels good it’s going in a playlist and that playlist is turning into a poem.

Tokoyami: 100% listens to GOTH rock - POST PUNK jams. Don’t @ him. It’s just his vibe k? Siouxsie and the Banshees shit, The Cured, The Smiths, and some good ole’ Evanescence. The darker the better, Revelry in Dark y’all. He’s a sucker for rock opera, that epic extra shit, but it’s also low key embarrassing. He wants no one to know of this. Like if you find it, go away and leaf him alone. Also, never speak of this again. He’s redacted, he’s not even on this list. You didn’t see this.

Iida: Oh my king, he likes some of that Bastille, Coldplay, Imagine Dragons, One Republic in his playlists. Low key, alt rock. Good ole’ safe, alt rock. But, he does like some pop songs. Not that he will talk to you about that. When he’s with his folks he likes to masquerade as a classic rock buff. But he’s bluffing pretty hard. He’s working on that with Izuku. He’ll get there you guys. He knows his brother loves it so he’s trying his BEST. For his pump up work outs he does go for that DAFT PUNK techno.

Aoyama: Oh. My. God. He loves flashy bands. Fucking Glam rock all the way. He’s also super, super up to date on the French hip hop and pop scene. Into people like Yelle, Phoenix, Soprano, Ayama Kamura, Stromae. Loves ELO just for the sheer operatic value. ABBA all the way baby. Anything exciting and anything that makes him feel invigorated. His playlists are a little scattered. He really just tosses whatever he’s vibing on in them.

Kirishima: You already know, why are you even looking here? He’s got the manliest playlists. When he was younger it was like, all alt rock, edgy stuff. Once he got to UA he cleansed that pallet. Not that he don’t go back to those playlists sometimes, but he’s also wanting to move on from those feelings. Now? He’s all about that positive rock babyyy. Anything that has a good, upbeat feeling he’s down for. He’s really looking for those VIBES. Things that get him pumped up and ready to go. Bands like: The Bleachers, The Mowgli’s, Banners, Jukebox The Ghost. Just real positive stuff, man. He also dips into classic rock for his workouts. If he feels like that rap song works with his workout jams it’s going in and he’s cranking it up. He totally found Bakugo’s sadboi playlist and immediately told him, hey, man, I have one of those too, emotions amiright? This is why Bakugo private locked his entire account HARD. Look what you did, Kirishima, you can’t see ANY of it now.

Uraraka: My girl likes pop. That bubble gum shit. But, she’s also has a superrrr hardcore rap playlist for her workouts, like, it’s kinda confusing. Mina found that playlist first and was like ????? I-Is this you? Like this playlist has DMX, Jedi Mind Tricks, Kanye, LL Cool Jay, A$ap Rocky, like, some tunes that get her GOING. But, she loves that cute Jpop and Kpop. She’s got tons of road jam playlists. Those you can put on and everyone is like, ooooooh, this song!!! She’s also has like 3 Disney playlists, for different moods. She also loves Girl in Red, Louis the Child, Hailee Steinfeld, and Mitski.

Todoroki: He...doesn’t have much experience with music cultivation. Like, he knows some songs, he didn’t live under a rock, but he also kinda did...so, that stunted him, in more ways than one. Thanks Endeavor. But, thanks to his classmates, he is starting to get the hang of this. He over thinks this stuff. Like, this music must speak to him. From Iida he likes Bastille, from Uraraka he likes King Princess, From Izuku he’s learned to love Grizzly Bear, and he really, really likes the playlist that Kaminari made for him. He’s leaning heavily on it to find some more tunes for his own small collection. He also learned that he loves anything that is hard rap as well. Especially if he can play it in front of Endeavor. You know, the ones are like, you didn’t fucking pay your child support, you ass. That aggressive, angry rap: Kendrick Lamar, Wiz Khalifa, J. Cole, 21 Savage and Montana of 300. It’s to make his father as uncomfortable as he possibly can be.

Tsuyu: Fucking rainforest and ambient noises. Not really, but also actually. She likes calming sounds, ok? Everyone was like, this is a joke, don’t be ridiculous and then she showed them her playlist of rain sounds. I mean, you go girl. But really, her collection is mostly pop songs, she likes them easy going. Much like her fighting and hero style, she is the glue that holds things together with the class in terms of music selection. Kinda of the bridging gap. Music that you just can’t complain about. Besides, why would you? What’s wrong with you? It’s Froppy. She and Uraraka often find themselves overlapping on their upbeat indie pop playlists, stuff like: Sara Bareilles, Oh Wonder, Kygo, Kero Kero Bonito, Taylor Swift, MARINA, and Regina Spektor. She did find Uraraka’s rap playlist and didn’t....approve. Did not want to use it for their joint workout. No, thank you.

Ojiro: Oh, you don’t get enough screen time son. You really don’t. He’s very low key. Into some indie stuff, like: Lumineers, Local Natives, Morningsiders, Manchester Orchestra, Vampire Weekend. He likes acoustic sounds, really down to earth. Once again, you cannot complain whenever he gets to select the music. Izuku especially approves when he plays his music because he always finds something new. For his workouts he prefers some heavy, heavy rock. You know, when you get to wail the shit out of stuff with your tail. He’s playing that Five Finger Death Punch in his MIND.

Koda: Nature sounds. Honestly. Full. Stop. Dead-ass he is living for artists like Corrine Bailey Rae, Hozier, Alesia Cara, Adele, and Maggie Rogers. He’s also got that Kacey Musgraves and Florence + The Machine on LOCK. Anything that feels ethereal and light is right up his alley. He likes it a little spooky sometimes. He does have a killer Halloween playlist, but he hasn’t ever quite worked up the courage to play it for his classmates. Oh. Also, listens to Enya un-ironically. He also might have a repeat problem with Imogen Heap’s Hide and Seek.

Sato: He’s into new bands that I don’t even fucking listen to. He loves him some alt rock too. But, he’s not above that classic rock. He just likes stuff that he can head bang to. Not a metal head, but low key IS a metal head. Stuff like: Arctic Monkeys, Bring Me The Horizon, Highly Suspect, Royal Blood, The Smashing Pumpkins. He also has a wonderful baking playlist. Like 1950’s crooners. Think Dorris Day, The Ink Spots, Billie Holiday, Nat King Cole, and Frankie Valli.

Momo: Classical. Moving on. But really, she loves a good brain playlist with musicians, cuz they aren’t artists to her, they have a specific name for the work that they do: Bach, Debussy, Beethoven, Strauss, and some Tchaikovsky...some of his stuff is too much, even for her. She is starting to broaden her tastes. She really loves Sato’s baking playlist, those 50’s and 60’s beats are right up her alley. Jiro is slowly getting her to try out some pop and low key alt rock bands too. She’s growing and learning, y’all.

Toru: POP. That Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera MOUSE CLUB STUFF. She likes sing-alongs. Like has 20 Disney playlists and is always, always down to do a Grease playlist. You honestly feel attacked by how upbeat and peppy her playlists are, ATTACKED BY A GOOD TIME. It’s teen bop pop all the way here folks, no need to dig too deeply into it. She likes: Lizzo, Beyoncé, T. Swift, but like, leans into her hard, she is a swifter head, or whatever it’s called...Arizona, Carly Rae Jepson, Ariana Grande, Selena Gomez, Harry Styles, Katy Perry, and Kesha among the millions of others.

Shoji: This guy. He loves him some alt rock. He, like Ojiro, needs more screen time. He likely listens to lofi playlists fully. Like, not in the way Izuku just listens to them when he’s studying, but like, for fun. Like he actually GETS them, you know? He likes bands like: Cage the Elephant, Beck, Broken Bells, Modest Mouse, The Killers, Neon Trees and Grouplove. For real tho, he needs more screen time.

Aaaaaaaand Mineta: He needs less screen time. Thank you your honor, I rest my case. Um, but like, he’s down for that dirty rap. Like, the slimier the better. If it’s ass, money, pussy, he’s on it. Big Sean is his hero. He thinks the Weekend is the best singer known to man. If this upsets you, I am sorry. I love him too, but sometimes we gotta face the truth. Mineta loves, loves, loves the Weekend. He’s also super down on the Megan Thee Stallion train. Oh, and Cardi B too. He also likes Tyga and Sage the Gemini. These are his top pics. His current ringtone is WAP and Aizawa nearly snapped his phone in half when he heard that go off in his classroom.

Bonus:

- Aizawa: Yes, he has heard WAP. He’s literally attached at the hip to a dj and you know Midnight and Present Mic were all over that song when it was released. Those two tried to do that tiktok choral rendition of it. It didn’t go well. But seriously, this man likes a little bit of everything. He’s a no-fuss, low key guy and his music tastes are the same. He likes alternative and indie the most. Some of that: Sylvan Esso, Silversun Pickups, The Black Keys, The Flaming Lips, The Strokes, Cake, Incubus, and the Deftones. While he has no time to cultivate playlists, he does have a grading playlist that he quickly threw together. It helps him to zone in and work. Yes, Present Mic likes to add funky shit to it, just to ruffle his feathers. In the worst universe, slash in THIS universe, Aizawa was too lazy to get his own Spotify and he shares one with Present Mic. That poor algorithm has no idea what to recommend. He’s just waiting for that cease and desist letter from Spotify’s fraud department. Any day now.

Alright! Hope ya’ll liked it. Lemme know if you want more. We kinda started on one for the LOV, but it’s not finished just yet. In other news, we WILL edit the new chapter of “Look Upon the Light” tonight, don’t worry, we’ll be good. It should be out in the next few days.

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mccoys-killer-queen · 4 years

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This Week’s Playlist (2/14)

Not sure how I got hooked on this idea- but this week I’ll be focusing entirely on 70s songs (and next week I’ll do 80s). Disclaimer: I’m not saying these are my favorite songs of the 70s (believe me that would be WAYYY too hard to narrow down), I’m just filling this week’s list strictly with songs released in the 70s.

I’ve also created a spotify playlist made up of all the songs I’ve used on playlists! I’ll update it every week (before I even post the playlist, so if you check at the right time the songs will be there!)

1.) London Calling- The Clash (1979) I like to define this song as the song that started my descent into classic rock. When I was in 7th grade I had this music teacher who would always play pop music of the late 20th century for class. This song was one of the first songs she showed us, and it became a trademark of the class. We used to get this song played at dances and stuff- so there’s a lot of middle school memory there. Guess we all wanted to be punks- and this is a great boppy song just for that.

2.) All Right Now- Free (1970) Am I being typical for picking this song...? Perhaps (because honestly, at least where I’m from, this is the only Free song anyone knows... yikes. It’s overused in media sometimes imo). But that doesn’t meant it’s not great! It’s got everything! An epic guitar riff that frames the lyrics, a sick beat, funny rhymes, a killer musical interlude with bangin piano and a guitar solo- all while being undeniably CHILL. This one of those chill summer songs to me; the kind you listen to on a hot, quiet, and sunny car ride through the country with the windows down while wearing sunglasses. That’s just the aesthetic I’ve always associated with this song.

3.) Rock’n Me- Steve Miller Band (1976) Just try not to bop. I dare you. This is a real dance-a-little-in-your-seat song with a GREAT, smooth flow to it. Killer rhymes and a fast, subtle beat you can’t avoid even if you try. Steve Miller Band is one of my favorite groups of the 70s and I wish they got more appreciation in general. I could’ve picked so many of their songs already for these playlists, but this one stood out to me this week because I feel like it’s very recognizable (I always heard this song as a kid and I feel like maybe some people on here did too). It’s so damn catchy that it’ll just stick with you, so listen and get ready for an earworm. Also a great road trip song.

4.) Once Bitten, Twice Shy- Ian Hunter (1975) No, this isn’t Great White!! This is the song we all know and love but this one’s the original! I feel like I need to educate anyone who’ll listen about this! *scoff* god, now I can see why Joe Elliott’s always shoving Ian Hunter in everyone’s faces- because he’s worth it! Maybe I’m a little biased, but I personally prefer this version over Great White’s for a bunch of different reasons. For one thing, I think this version focuses more on telling the story rather than trying to make the music over the top. The instrumentals of this one ROCK, but the way it’s constructed with the lyrics makes the story more understandable- essentially, it’s just more raw, and I like the raw sound to it, but that’s just me. You all probably know how the song goes at this point, but after listening to this version you’ll see just how much of it Great White changed. You take it upon yourself to decipher the meaning of the lyrics ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I think we all know what “rock and roll” means at this point...

5.) Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’- Journey (1979) I don’t like to acknowledge Valentine’s Day, nor was I going to mention it in any way on this playlist- but let me tell you a story: last year on VD, I was driving home from school, and this song came on the radio. Then it hit me- I had completely forgotten about ANTI-Valentine’s Day songs! This is a PERFECT example of one. It tells of an unfaithful someone who gets bitten in the ass by someone else’s unfaithfulness. Talk about a SICK burn! This has gotta be my favorite Journey song as well. It’s like a flash-fiction song; telling a huge story while barely saying anything at all. My favorite part of this song by far is how each instrument has a crystal clear part, and you can very easily pick out each one. The intro of this song is just excellent. You can clearly hear the bass, drums, guitars, and piano all introduced in different ways. It’s just a gorgeous song through and through, and those 189 “na”s at the end just tie it all together (and yes, I counted). You’ll have all the words down before you know it.

6.) You’re All I’ve Got Tonight- The Cars (1978) Like I said last week, The Cars are one of the perfect combos of rock and pop. If you think about it, this one can be another anti-Valentine’s Day song. The lyrics have a sloppy and desperate feel to them- kinda like the speaker is drunk and throwing themselves at someone because they’re that desperate. “I don’t care if you hurt me some more, I don’t care if you even the score”- like oof man, you just sound desperate. This song is a banger in every way and let’s face it- the keyboard at the chorus is just the absolute best part. Strong points for these guys are always keyboards and guitars. It’s got this rock hard chill 80s vibe to it (despite it being a 70s song- new wave, you know), you’ll feel that you need to be doing something cool while listening to it.

7.) Rock and Roll- Led Zeppelin (1971) It’s so cliche of me to use this I know I know I KNOW- but can you blame me? On Sunday in a record booth at the market I found an original Zeppelin IV and I feel like this song has been following me all week because of it. This is unarguably one the most recognizable and famous rock songs of all time- because it was so expertly crafted in every way imaginable- just like everything else Zeppelin’s ever done. It’s ALWAYS the drums that do it for me in this song. l That filler at the end is- without question- the best part of the whole song. Bonzo just KILLS it. Overall, it’s a short-ish song that uses its time extremely well; it’s like all four of them went “let’s maximize every single element that goes into a bop, and make a song like that”. In some ways, this song is objectively perfect. If you want pure rock and roll in all its glory- what better song to choose than Rock and Roll itself?

8.) Keep Yourself Alive- Queen (1973) Another objectively perfect rock and roll song with a killer drum solo. I’m super biased towards Queen- but I cannot believe I never heard of this song until I was prepping my brain to see Bohemian Rhapsody! Honestly, who thinks it’s okay to keep this hidden? It’s the leading song off of their very first album- so this is almost like the song that INVENTED Queen fans! It’s a Brian May baby- and hell yeah does it show. I think everyone needs to know this song for artistic and historical reasons. It’s pure, power rock Queen through and through- despite being one of the earliest of their songs.

9.) Cum On Feel the Noize- Slade (1973) NO, it’s not Quiet Riot!! This is the song we all know and love but this one’s the original!! Again, I feel like I need to educate anyone who’ll listen about this! I get so angry sometimes that Quiet Riot gets all the credit for songs like this one and Mama Weer All Crazee now. Slade was super popular in England in the 70s- ahead of their time for sure but definitely one with the glam rock movement- but not as big in America. I never knew these guys existed until about five years ago and damn I felt like I had to be blind before learning that. Just listen to this song and then I think the sound of it’ll make a lot more sense, like “oh yeah- Quiet Riot’s version kinda DOES sound like it could be a glam rock song from the early 70s!” Just goes to show what geniuses these guys were, because their songs can be both glam rock AND heavy metal and work either way. Once you hear this version, though, I believe there’s no going back.

10.) Roll With the Changes- REO Speedwagon (1978) This was my favorite song for a few months when I was 16- it’s absolutely EPIC. The speaker is bursting at the seams with accepting a new found moral understanding of how they feel about trying to please or win over an apparent lover. They come to the conclusion that the other person just needs to keep on “rolling with the changes” and that they’ll be there for them whenever they decide to accept that perspective. The KEYBOARD is to D I E F O R GUYS. Neal Doughty is a motherfucking SAINT- and SO IS GARY RICHRATH. This song sounds like it’s the finale of a musical or something! Possibly the biggest bop REO has ever created. It’s a groovy, extremely poetic, fast, theatrical, very slightly operatic rock and roll song and I’d highly recommend this to any person on the planet I love it that much. It’s lovable in every possible way.

#the clash #free #steve miller band #ian hunter #journey #the cars #led zeppelin #queen #slade #reo speedwagon #weekly playlists #raydio gaga

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k-pop preferences: FMA

Ed:

Monsta X - loud and gaudy, need I say more

Peripherally follows BTS - got to support them short kings

He wasn't a huge fan of Twice, but Al and Winry started playing the Feel Special Album and "Get Loud" is gospel

Stray Kids - "Miroh"... but also "Hellavator" and "DoUbLe KnOt"

Al:

SNSD are the Amazons we deserve

Of course he follows Taeyeon, you buffoons

Twice in general, but also "TT" - "TT" is his spirit animal

IU is Class™

Seventeen - well-liked by everyone, "Very Nice," how could you go wrong?

Winry:

Really anything she can bop to while working, she's not picky

Made her ringtone on Ed's cell "Pick Up the Phone," because what the hell Ed

"Save Me" saved her many times, during many work shifts

Them Loona girls are pretty cool - "Butterfly" is promising

"Tell me why-y-y I'm so lonely," she absentmindedly sings to herself as she stares, bleary-eyed at the arm plate she has to weld into place before the shipment at 6 AM tomorrow. Today. 2 hours from now.

"Sugar Free" is her workout jam, no judging

Hohenheim:

There are thousands of souls, sometimes at war, in his body. He loves and hates all music equally. Hyukoh hits a certain way, though. There's a silence within himself when he hears "Gondry" that he hasn't known for centuries.

Roy:

"Back in my day, we had quality music: Epik High."

Stuck in second gen

"Chaser" is his go-to drunk karaoke song - he and Hughes used to go to town on Fridays

(He may or may not have serenaded Hawkeye to "Mirotic" after a bottle of tequila...we don't talk about the scar on the back of his left knee)

Sometimes the young-ins do something right - I'm looking at you, "Shangri-La"

Riza:

Usually passes the AUX cord to someone else, but objective quality

Dreamcatcher is always a safe bet, style for days

Keeping her eye on BVNDIT because deep female voices are where it's at

SHINEE has her respect - classic, still going strong with "Good Evening"...as long as she never has to look at their debut hair again

(If she Tokyo Drifts to "I'm Sorry," only Black Hayate has to know)

Hughes:

Though technically unrelated to K-pop, we all know Hughes did a rendition of "Baby Shark" with his wife and daughter and proceeded to curse every military base he was stationed at

Knows most of the same songs Roy does, but also oddly informed on the K-pop landscape as a whole - from g.o.d. to, gods forbid, ITZY

Sings "Lovey Dovey" a lot - whether it's for the memes or because he unironically worships the song, no one can tell

Havoc:

Got7 ult bias - everyone wants to know why

But also, "Guys, iKON, 'Love Scenario' is where it's at."

Who's he kidding, really any gg could sing and he'd watch

Armstrong:

Every morning he eats his 5 dozen eggs to "Sixth Sense"

EXO's "Mama" dramatics are goals

Knows the dance to "Again and Again," for some reason

Lust:

"Bad Boys" by RV, but also "Peek-a-boo" MV is fire

Rip Pristin V, guys

Y'all wished they liked BP

Jennie is living her best life, though. Be hot...that's it, that's all there is to life. It's that easy.

EXID and Hyuna - free the titties, do God's work

Envy:

There's a vibration under their pillow, which doesn't really bother them. But it happens again. And again. They lift their head slightly, groggily squinting into the darkness of their room. And then...a slightly muffled "A-to-the-G-to-the-U-to-the-STD." "Oh, Lust can go to voicemail."

They wouldn't say they like "Instagram" per say, but it's like the song won't let go of them. It's on every Spotify playlist they have, somehow. It's unsettling.

Greed:

Block B sinner, through-and-through, cultural appropriation be damned - they want it all

"Monster," no explanation needed

"Bang Bang Bang" is now inextricably entwined in their vocabulary because God is dead, and we have killed them

(and "DDU-DU-DDU-DU," but hopefully his crew doesn't know that)

Ling:

"24 Hours" > "Gashina," and he will die on this hill

But also he's been determined to figure out how to Taemin since "Move"

Vape, you say? Be gay, you say?

Lan Fan is in charge of setting up "Trouble Maker" on the boombox before he yeets out the window, or maybe "Sorry Sorry"...it depends

"Young Lord, what is 'jyp's don't leave me,' and why is the dance tutorial in our search history?"

Greed!Ling:

They've made a compromise, it's 2NE1, and it's possible they're both better for it

Perhaps "I Am the Best" is the anthem they deserved, all along

Lan Fan:

Day6 - the existential yearning

"I Smile" she thinks, very much not smiling

Also, scene kid Lan Fan in her black hood, meditating on life's greatest questions and Seungyeon's "Guilty"

(In other news, Lan Fan has learned to suppress many things in life, the lyrics to "Some" are not one of them)

(P.S. "Gashina" > "24 Hours," but the Young Lord doesn't have to know that)

Mei:

Anything Al likes, obviously, though she despairs at gen 2 gg legs

Astro, obviously

I.O.I. - Korean releases only, she's not a heathen

"Just One Day" - romance in a nutshell

Has a weak spot for traditional Korean influences - "Lit" and "Idol" come to mind, though she's pretty sure she wouldn't like the latter under normal circumstances

Scar:

Doesn't normally listen to music outside of religious reasons

Did the military try to make Scar do a PR stunt to RM and Whales' "Change?" Yes, they absolutely tried.

Olivier:

Again, not a huge music person, doesn't really do it for her

A nod in passing to those who don't pander to the masses on Weekly Idol, even if she doesn't know who they are

(Ever since then, Armstrong keeps blithering on about functions? She thinks. She doesn't care to understand how they're connected to red lights or electric shocks, though.)

Dr. Marcoh:

Trot

"Man, the kids really can sing these days," he thinks, biting his bottom lip and bobbing his head to Masked Singer

#the moment pride said his favorite kpop song was arirang they should have cuffed the little f*cker where he stood #'daddy's favorite song' my @ss #fma headcanon #kpop headcanon #i guess?#txt post #long txt post

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thediverismylove · 5 years

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LOVER TRACK BY TRACK REVIEW

i forgot that you existed — don’t like the beginning she sounds like a robot lol. “in my feelings more than drake”??? girl no thank you. not a big fan of this song. 3/10. fave lyric is “it isn’t love / it isn’t hate / it’s just indifference”; least fave is “in my feelings more than drake, yeah”.

cruel summer — love the production on this one! her voice sounds really good and i love the way she sings “cruel summer”. 8.5/10. fave lyric is “so cut the headlights / summer’s a knife / i’m always waiting for you just to cut to the bone”; no least fave lyrics here!

lover — the TENDERNESS of this song! love how easy and pretty and acoustic it it is. 9.5/10. fave lyric is “my heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue / all’s well that ends well to end up with you”; no least fave again!

the man — okay “when everyone believes you / what’s that like?” wig! also when she’s like if i was a man…….then i’d be the man…….and the synths do That in the background? it does feel very Feminism 101 in the verses but the chorus is fun! idk i expected more from this one and it’s def fun but not an all time fave. 6/10. fave lyric is “i’m so sick of running as fast as i can / wondering if i’d get there quicker if i was a man”; least fave is “and they would toast to me, oh, let the players play / i’d be just like leo in saint tropez”.

the archer — SO gorgeous and vulnerable! love the gentle and introspective vibes of this one and how simple the backing track is. her voice is so pretty in this one! would love to hear this totally acoustic. 9.5/10. fave lyric is “i cut off my nose just to spite my face / and i hate my reflection for years and years”; least fave is the pre-chorus bit that’s similar to humpty dumpty you know the one lol.

i think he knows — ugh hate the intro again talky-singing works well for her sometimes but it really doesn’t work here. very bored by this one. it feels like it’s trying so hard to be fun but it doesn’t have particularly interesting instrumentals/synths/whatever and her voice is way too talky-singy for me here. the last chorus is kinda fun but not enough to fix the whole song. 4/10. favorite lyric is “he got my heartbeat / skipping down sixteenth avenue baby”; least fave is “he got that boyish look that i like in a man / i am an architect, i’m drawing up the plans”.

miss americana & the heartbreak prince — pretty intro! the talky-singing works a little better for me here. the pageant/prom conceit is fun. very amused by her still comparing her adult life to high school prom considering she left high school at like what 15/16 for music? jdeasjkkjcskjn it’s fun tho this song is fun. i have a feeling this one will grow on me. 8/10. fave lyric is “we're so sad, we paint the town blue / voted most likely to run away with you”; least fave is the “she’s a bad bad girl bit” lol

paper rings — ooh fun intro! like whatever effect they have over her voice. this one has a really cool beat. like the kiss me once/kiss me twice bit. the chorus is really sweet! the tune is very dance-worthy. i could def see this being played in a romcom (cue me adding it to the playlist for my gay summer camp romcom). didn’t expect to like this one so much but i’m enjoying it a lot so far! idk abt the lyrics im not even listening that closely jfekwjakjnkjn i just love the beat and the effect they have over her voice. also can’t stop thinking about when rey @theglowpt2 said “wrap your arms around me, baby boy” sounds something the try guys would shout at each other lmfao. 8.5/10. fave lyric is “darling, you’re the one i want / and paper rings and picture frames and dirty dreams / oh, you’re the one i want”; least fave is “wrap your arms around me, baby boy” bc of aforementioned try guys energies making it humorous instead of cute as intended for me.

cornelia street — like her voice in the intro it sounds very pretty and soft! don’t like the weird synth thing going on at the beginning tho it’s giving me a headache. don’t like the way she launches into the chorus it feels very abrupt. “we bless the rains on cornelia street” lol is this a toto ref? this one is pretty underwhelming ngl. her voice is pretty in some places here though. would probably enjoy an acoustic version of this a lot more. 6/10. fave lyric is “and baby, i get mystified by how this city screams your name”; no least fave lyric but i hate those loud synth things at the beginning more than anything.

death by a thousand cuts — totally thought this was gonna be a song about like. bitter ~haters~ or smth by the title. her voice is really pretty after the “my my my” bit! love the synths in this one. the line about the traffic lights…...wig! okay totally expected to not like this one but i kinda like it. laughing at her going “UNITED WE STAND” tho lmfao. this one will def grow on me. 8/10. fave lyric is “i ask the traffic lights if it’ll be alright / they say i don’t know”; least fave is “our songs, our films, united we stand / our country, guess it was a lawless land”.

london boy — oh excited for the absolute INSANITY of this one girls! DID SHE JUST REFER TO HER HOMETOWN AS SOCAL GIRL YOU ARE FROM PENNSYLVANIA!!!!! also so amused about she needs to reference the fact that she is american and her bf is british so many times. if i heard this song out in public i’d have to die. did she make a p!atd ref lol. unfortunate as hell but it’s kinda fun. 4/10. fave is none of it; least fave is all of it.

soon you’ll get better — oh this one is gonna make me SOB i just know it!!!! the vulnerableness of it all. thank you for a song about family ms taylor! the harmonies w the dixie chicks i’m ascending. this one is so so gorgeous and heartbreaking and the first song off this album that actually really made me Feel Something. 10/10. fave lyric is “the buttons of my coat were tangled in my hair / in doctor’s office lighting / i didn’t tell you i was scared”; no least fave!!! She’s Perfect

false god — intro is fun! i like her voice in this one it’s #sexi. the line abt being nyc is funny lol…..girl what does that mean you are not a town what does that MEAAAAN. taylor swift said YES i fuck what about it in this song. the line about being the west village…...what does that mean? he’s expensive??? 6.5/10. fave lyric is “the altar is my hips / even if it’s a false god / we’d still worship this love”; least fave is “staring out the window like i’m not your favorite town / i’m new york city, i’d still do it for you, babe”.

you need to calm down — i REFUUUUSE to listen to this song all the way it’s so corny and ridiculous. taylor rly thot she was doing smth w this one. 3.5/10. no fave lyric; least fave is like. ALL of it it’s very cheesy.

afterglow — pretty vocals! love me some vulnerable songs. not much to say about this one lol. i like the chorus a lot. 7.5/10. fave lyric is “fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves / chemistry 'til it blows up, 'til there’s no us / why'd I have to break what i love so much?”; least fave is “tell me that it’s not my fault / tell me that i’m all you want / even when i break your heart”.

me! — unpopular opinion but i actually prefer me! to yntcd. idk why i just feel like me! knows how ridiculous and silly it is but yntcd does not. maybe that’s just me tho? 4/10. can’t believe she killed the best line of all time aka “hey kids spelling is fun”...that was HILARIOUSLY BAD AND WONDERFUL AT THE SAME TIME. that would’ve been the fave; least fave is the awkward uncomfortable space where “hey kids spelling is fun” used to be.

it’s nice to have a friend — very forgettable. her vocals here are pretty but the song overall is nothing special imo. do like the dreamy vibes tho! 4.5/10. fave or least fave lyrics tbh it’s just boring to me pretty but boring.

daylight — WHY is taylor swift so obsessed w/ mentioning that some of her friends turned out to be dicks. absolutely OBSESSED w/ that edit that’s like “i wounded the good and trusted the wicked” over katy perry and karlie kloss respectively it’s peak comedy. very pretty vocals but has some unfortunate lyrics! 5.5/10. fave lyric is “i, i just think that / you are what you love”; least fave is “i wounded the good and i trusted the wicked / clearing the air, i breathed in the smoke”.

overall: probably like a 6.5/10? had some really great tracks like lover & the archer & soon you’ll get better but also some BAD ones like me!, yntcd, and i forgot that you existed. it was a fun time but not an all time fave. in terms of tswift album rankings i’m not sure where i’d put it yet get back to me on that one. anyways i’m gonna go listen to lucy dacus now bye

#taylor swift #lover #lover review #enjoy lads.....

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hystericalrogertaylor · 5 years

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Reconnecting (Chapter Six)

Pairing: Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor X Reader

Word count: 6213 (yes, I’m serious)

Summary: (Y/n) and Roger have been friends since the cradle. When they’re suddenly pulled apart and reconnected years later, they both can tell that the relationship has evolved. They lead very different lifestyles now. Can they continue what they had, or go for something more, with this gap between them?

Warnings: Cussing, a lil blood, violence, Paul almost fighting someone

A/N: Good afternoon, lovies! I’ve got a surprise for you, as you may have seen me post about a couple days ago! Click on these words to be taken to the Reconnecting Spotify playlist! I felt like a playlist embodying the themes and events of this story would be appropriate. Also, if you listen in order, it takes you through the story chronologically. I will still be adding songs as the story progresses, because some, if added now, would serve as spoilers. I hope you guys listen and enjoy! Now, I bring you the most words I’ve ever written for one chapter of anything. I hope you love it!

Master list is in my profile description! :)

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Ridge Farm Studio looked homely enough. Of course, it was a farm out in the middle of nowhere, but you decided you’d make it work. If you’d be here for at least a month, maybe longer, you’d have to.

You parked your car next to Roger’s. Everyone was unloading their luggage and setting it over by the farm house. You’d just brought one suitcase, so that part wasn’t too difficult.

“All right everyone, let’s head inside. (Y/n), get the luggage for us.” Paul Prenter, Freddie’s manager, gestured to all the suitcases before taking the band inside.

“Wha--what? Hey! Get back here!” Paul continued to walk away, while the rest of the band grabbed whatever they could to take inside. They all gave you a pitying look. They knew you hated Paul more than anyone. You couldn’t stand people who thought they were better than everyone, and Paul was the epitome of that kind of person. You groaned, grabbing one suitcase in each hand and putting a makeup bag under your arm before heading up the stairs into the house.

You followed everyone to the upstairs of the house. Paul gave Freddie the biggest room, Roger and Brian got smaller rooms, and John was stuck in the basement. Which meant you had to navigate the three floors, trying to figure out which bags belonged to whom, because no one thought to tag them. It took you a good forty-five minutes to get the job done, because apparently Freddie needed seven suitcases for clothes alone. (“What the hell, Fred?” “Sorry darling, but you know how I am!”)

You stepped into the kitchen, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand. “And (Y/n), you’ll have to sleep in the barn.” Paul sat at the table, sifting through papers.

“Oh no no no, that is not happening.” You put a hand on top of his paperwork to direct his attention to you. “And where, pray tell, are you sleeping?”

“Freddie and I are sharing a room.” Paul smirked at you smuggly. “Maybe if you were useful to them, you could’ve gotten better sleeping arrangements.”

Fuming, you swiped all his papers onto the floor before storming outside. Ever since Freddie had hired Paul as a manager, you two had been at each other’s throats. You couldn’t agree on a single thing and your personalities clashed. He was far too controlling for your taste.

“Pick these up, bitch!” he yelled after you.

You ignored him, flinging the door of the house open. Roger didn’t mention Paul would be there. You would prefer cleaning up after James’s drunk ass than dealing with him.

Speaking of Roger, he stood across the yard, looking up when he heard you. He was squatted down, butt sticking out, with a chicken at his feet. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Roger looked back down at the chicken, reaching out to poke it. “Roger, don’t mess with the chicken.”

“I’m going to mess with the chicken.”

“Don’t!”

The chicken puffed out its chest, slightly charging at Roger. He screamed loudly, falling back on his butt.

“I told you!” you yelled. You sat down and grabbed your stomach because you were laughing so hard. Big bad Roger, scared by a chicken.

He stood up, wiping the dust off his backside. He mocked your laugh, putting his hands on his hips and sticking his elbows forward for emphasis. “Hahaha, that was sooo funny! I love when Roger makes a fool of himself!”

“It’s true, I love it.” You had your back against a wooden post.

“Oh buzz off.” Trying to hide a smile, Roger walked past you and into the house, leaving you to die laughing on the porch.

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Ignoring Paul’s desires for you to be as far away from the house as possible, you made camp on the couch after everyone had gone to bed. You’d lied to Roger about where you were sleeping because you didn’t want him to feel bad that you didn’t have a room. You pulled a rough blanket over your body; it was the only one you could find. The couch wasn’t too comfortable either. You sighed, figuring you were used to little sleep, so this shouldn’t be too different.

After two hours of tossing and turning, being unable to sleep, you heard someone come down the stairs. Quickly, you rolled over and closed your eyes, trying to even out your breathing. Whoever it was padded into the kitchen, running the sink. Likely getting a glass of water. They came back out into the living room, taking several loud gulps. Then, they were silent for a few seconds. “(Y/n)?”

“...yes, Roger?” you answered slowly.

“Why are you on the couch?”

“...sleep?”

He sighed. “Okay, but why not in a bed?”

“Hey, Paul tried to put me in the barn, this is an upgrade.” You rolled back over, facing him.

He widened his eyes, his anger showing through them. “You can’t be serious.” You nodded. He scoffed. “That’s bullshit. This couch is bullshit. Get up, we can share a room.”

“Roger, I don’t want to encroach on your spa--”

“Also bullshit. How many sleepovers did we have as kids?” He held a hand out to you to help you get up. “It’s a queen-sized bed. It’ll be fine.”

You had to admit, now that you were both adults, sharing a bed like you did as children would be weird. As far as either of you knew, you weren’t attracted to each other. But you were both attractive adults who knew what implications of sharing a bed were. Regardless, you were longing to sleep in a bed, so you grabbed his hand and pulled yourself off the couch.

You followed Roger up the stairs and into his room. You didn’t hear any noise coming from Freddie’s room, which you found strange for the night owl singer and his loudmouth manager. Roger’s room was right next door, so you were actually grateful for that quiet. Until the cold hit you.

“Oh, my GOD, Roger, this room is freezing!” You rubbed your arms up and down, trying to create some heat.

“That’s part of the reason I got up.” He laughed. “That’s also probably why I was given the most blankets.”

“I miss the couch,” you joked. “There’s even a fireplace down there.”

He let out a dry chuckle. “It gets better once you’re under the covers.”

You gave a sarcastic thumbs-up. “Okay, I’ll hold you to that if I freeze.”

“It is not that cold, you drama queen.” Roger shook his head, laying down. “Goodnight.”

You slipped under the covers on the other side of the bed. There were a significant amount of blankets, which you were grateful for. You pulled them up to your chin, smiling at the much more comfortable feel of the mattress. “Night, Rog.”

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You stared straight ahead, at the wall, while Paul talked about today’s plans. He wasn’t even the band’s manager. You were closer to that title than he. He shouldn’t be making the daily schedule for everyone. Living with him was going to be your living hell.

“All right, is everyone good with that?” he asked. The band members nodded groggily. Brian looked about ready to face plant into his cereal. Paul had woken everyone up at the crack of dawn, and no one was happy about it.

Everyone stood up, getting ready to walk over to the studio part of the farm. You downed your last bit of orange juice, setting the cup down in the sink.

“So! How’d you sleep last night?” Paul asked, leaning on the counter next to you.

You sighed angrily. “Very well, thank you. Roger let me sleep in his room.”

“Ah,” Paul said stiffly. Then he smirked. “And, uh, how do James and Gayle feel about that?”

“What are you implying, Prenter?” You gave him a death glare.

“Oh nothing, nothing.” Paul patted you on the shoulder patronizingly before exiting in the kitchen.

Seeing red, you followed him, violently shoving a chair out of the way as you left. You heard your enemy chuckle up ahead.

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“Okay,” you said, rubbing your temples. “We’ve been in here for six hours. Freddie’s had to pee eleven times, Brian’s over there nodding off, Roger doesn’t know what song we’re on, and we have yet to record anything.”

Everyone collectively groaned. This album was proving difficult. Aside from several songs no one could agree on, the band didn’t seem inclined to get any work done.

“Just take a break,” you said, motioning for the band to leave. Everyone except yourself, Paul, and Brian left the room. Brian had laid himself on the floor and was already asleep. “This better just be one bad day,” you remarked to no one in particular.

Paul sighed. “Yeah...let’s hope.”

Half an hour later, the band came back. They woke up Brian and put out some songs they weren’t quite finished writing yet. “We figure if we finish these today, we can start recording tomorrow,” Freddie explained.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” You nodded. “Let me know how I can help.”

Brian yawned. “What’s a sweet food?” he asked randomly.

“Chocolate?” “Candy.” “Sugar.” “Cookies!”

He frowned. “No....”

You sat next to Roger, who seemed very deep in thought. “What are you writing?”

He smirked. “A car song.”

“Like, something you can listen to in the car?” you asked.

“Sure…” he answered slowly.

You gave him a funny look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’ll see.”

---

Roger’s room seemed even colder the second night. Maybe it’s because your blood was boiling from another argument with Paul.

“What did I do to him thought?!” you shouted, knowing he could very well be right next door. “I’m just trying to do my job until Sheffield gets here!”

“You did almost fling milk in his face.” Roger was in bed, shirtless, arms behind his head as he leaned on the headboard.

“He mentioned my ‘womanly emotions’ first.” You sat down on the edge of your side of the bed. “He deserved more than milk in the face.”

“Just go to sleep. You’ll feel better tomorrow.” Roger shifted down into the sheets, turning off his bedside table lamp.

You wrapped yourself up in the blankets, still shivering. You didn’t like being cold. It made it hard for you to function normally. Maybe it was dramatic, but that’s how you were.

“Jesus, you’re shaking the whole bed.” Roger suddenly pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. “Stop. Shivering.”

You blushed. “Okay, I-I’ll try.”

He smiled, though you couldn’t see it. He liked being able to cuddle you, though he wouldn’t admit it out loud. You liked it too, because he was warm, and his arms were safe.

You sighed. “Thanks. Goodnight, Roger.”

“Goodnight, (Y/n).”

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You were awoken in the middle of the night to the sound of piano and singing. Roger’s arms were still tightly wrapped around you, and you still felt warm and comfortable. You spent several minutes debating whether or not to get up; you wanted to know why Freddie would be singing at such an hour. Eventually, your curiosity got the better of you, and you gently unwrapped yourself from Roger’s arms and the sheets before heading up to the loft.

“Love of my life...you’ve hurt me…” You peaked around the wall, seeing Freddie at the piano and Paul in a chair on the other side of the room. You retreated back behind the wall, listening contentedly. “You’ve broken my heart, and now you leave me....” Such a beautiful, yet sad, song.

You heard Paul stand up, which made his chair creak. “Is that about Mary?” he asked.

Freddie hesitated. “Yes.”

Both men were silent for several seconds, making you suspicious. You snuck a look around the wall again and had to slap a hand over your mouth to keep silent.

Paul was kissing Freddie. On the lips.

Freddie seemed entirely uncomfortable. He pulled away from Paul, looking completely bewildered. He looked down at the piano, not wanting to meet Paul’s gaze.

You stepped back down a few stair steps, trying to calm your breathing. You still couldn’t believe what you’d just seen. Was Freddie cheating on Mary? Did Mary know? What was going on??

Roger, meanwhile, had woken up to your absence. He sat up, looking around the dark room, in which you were nowhere to be found. He figured you’d gone to the bathroom, so he lay back down and decided to wait until you got back to try to sleep again.

You gently stepped the rest of the way down the stairs, trying to be as silent as possible. If Paul or Freddie saw you, you didn’t want to know what would happen. You were still trying to figure out if you wanted to ignore it or mention it to Freddie, or maybe even Mary. If something like that happened to you, you would want someone to tell you.

Stepping back into Roger’s room, you knew he was awake. He was on his back, staring at the ceiling. When you closed the door, he looked over to you, smiling. “There you are. Welcome back.”

“Yeah, I’m back,” you replied, distracted. “Sorry, if I woke you.”

“No, it’s okay.” He held his arms open for you again. You laughed, scooting into him. You heard his breathing even out a few minutes later, meaning he’d gone back to sleep. You stayed awake, pondering the events of the day, but mostly the ones you’d just witnessed. It bugged you, a lot. It wasn’t your business, but you were close to Mary, so it sort of was. Either way, you couldn’t help but worry about something you couldn’t change.

An hour later, you heard Freddie and Paul go to bed.

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You woke up on your stomach with Roger’s arm under you. His other arm was hanging over the side of the bed. You cringed, pushing yourself up and off of his arm. You didn’t know how long you’d been like that, and you didn’t want to know how bad his pins and needles in that hand were going to be.

The light streaming through the window indicated that it was the middle of the morning, which was strange. Paul hadn’t woken everyone up. Or, at least, he hadn’t woken up you and Roger.

“Rog. Roger. Roger Taylor.” You repeatedly poked Roger’s face, trying to wake him up. “C’mon, we have to get the day started.”

Roger groaned, flexing the hand of the arm you were laid on. “What time is it?”

“I don’t know. Nine o’clock?”

“Wow. I got to sleep in.” He laughed, sitting up and stretching. “How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty well with my own personal heater with me,” you joked. “You?”

“Like a log.” He flapped his hand around. “Jeez, what did you do?”

You giggled, grabbing his arm to stop him from accidentally hitting you. “You’ll be fine, just give it a few minutes.”

“Okay. Once I regain feeling in my arm, I’ll shower and meet you down at breakfast?”

“Sounds good.” You both got out of bed, heading off to do separate things.

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“Not strong enough? What do you mean, ‘not strong enough’?”

“Roger, just look at the lyrics.” Brian sat at the bar, trying to eat his breakfast peacefully.

“Let’s see what you’ve written then!” Roger snatched some papers off of the bar, looking at them intently. “‘You call me sweet, like I’m some kind of cheese.’”

You raised an eyebrow at Brian, the hand holding your toast suspended in midair. “That’s the sweet food you went with?”

Brian shrugged. “It’s good.”

“Wow.” Roger threw his hands out in frustration.

“Is that-is that, you know, ‘With my hands on your grease gun’? That’s very subtle--”

Roger cut him off: “It’s a metaphor, Brian!”

You snorted while John chimed in, “It’s just a bit weird, Roger, what exactly are you doing with that car?”

At some point during the spat, Freddie had walked in behind you. “Children, please. We could all kill each other, but then who would be left to record this album?”

“Statistically speaking,” John started, “most band’s don’t fail, they break up.”

You stopped chewing mid-bite, giving John an incredulous look. “Why the hell would you say something like that?” Freddie asked. John shrugged, still eating. Freddie rolled his eyes, directing his attention back to the angry blond. “Roger, there’s only room in this band for one hysterical queen.” He promptly exited the kitchen, probably the smartest thing he’d ever done.

“You know what your problem is,” Brian said, still attempting to eat quietly.

“Oh, and what’s that?” Roger snapped.

“You know your song isn’t strong enough.”

Roger nodded, still fuming with anger. He meandered over to the stove before grabbing a piece of bacon straight out of the pan, throwing it into Brian’s face. “Is that strong enough?!”

“Roger!” you shouted.

In one swift motion, he swept everything off of the bar. “That?!”

Fairly used to violent outburst from him, the three of you just stared at the floor where the smashed plates and ruined breakfast lay.

He turned around and grabbed the coffee maker, prepared to hurl it straight into Brian’s face. “Not the coffee machine!” you three yelled, holding your arms out to stop his arm. He held it up for several seconds, panting.

“Can you just fucking chill for five seconds?” you demanded. “Maybe not break Brian’s nose?”

Roger slammed the coffee machine down onto the bar, storming out of the kitchen. You sighed, then began looking for a broom to sweep up his mess with.

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“Where’s Roger?” you asked Paul and Freddie. They were standing in the studio, their stress clearly showing.

“You won’t believe us if we told you,” Freddie replied, rubbing his forehead.

“Try me.”

“Okay.” Paul turned to you, crossing his arms over his chest. “He’s locked himself in a kitchen cupboard.”

“What?” you questioned. “And why on Earth would he do that?”

“He wants ‘I’m In Love With My Car’ to be on the B side of Bohemian Rhapsody.” Freddie shook his head. “He’s been there for at least an hour and refuses to come out until we agree to his wishes.”

“Sounds like a hostage situation. Except Roger’s both the captor and the hostage.” When both men looked at you like you were crazy, you continued, “Yeah, I’ll just go try to get him out.” You turned to head back to the kitchen.

Once inside, you noticed several other things on the floor, such as broken plates, food, silverware, and the coffee machine. He must’ve fought with someone again.

“Roger.” No reply. “Roger Meddows Taylor, get out here right now!” you demanded.

“No!”

You rolled your eyes. You tried to open all the cupboards until one didn’t open, indicating which one he was in. “Roger, doing this isn’t going to solve your song problem. You’re just being a pissy baby.”

“I’m still not coming out.”

You sighed. “Okay. We’ll just record everything except your vocals and drums. I can probably fill in for you.” You chuckled at the prospect. “Just stay in there and starve.”

“Joke’s on you, I grabbed some food. I can stay in here as long as it takes.”

You stood up, brushing the floor dust off of your pants. “All right, whatever you say.” Just to mess with him, you turned on the sink so it ran at a trinkle. You left the kitchen but stood just outside the door, listening.

A few minutes later, you heard a sigh from the cupboard. “I have to pee.”

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“Freddie, you have to talk to him.” You sat next to Freddie on the couch. “We haven’t been able to get anything done in two days. We’re wasting our time here at this point.”

Freddie groaned. “Yes, I know. It’s just...a very weird song.”

“It’s probably not the weirdest thing he’s said. Nothing else comes to mind off the top of my head, but...I’m sure.”

Freddie laughed. “You’re probably right. Maybe we could give it a chance. It certainly can’t be Brian’s cheese song on the B side.”

You chuckled. “True, very true.” You hesitated, wondering if you should say what’s on your mind. You figured it would almost haunt you if you didn’t, so you just went for it. “Fred, I saw you and Paul kiss last night.”

Your friend stared straight ahead, into the unlit fireplace. He looked exceptionally sad, like the kiss was weighing very heavily on him. “Please,” he began, looking over at you, “please don’t tell Mary. I love her, and it wasn’t my doing. She would be crushed if I cheated on her. Which I didn’t, but I can’t make that situation look to be anything else.”

“I won’t tell her,” you promised. “But you will have to, at some point. She has a right to know, even if it wasn’t something you necessarily initiated.”

He nodded. “I know. I just don’t want to see her hurt.”

You grabbed his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “She loves you. She’ll try to understand.”

He smiled at you, squeezing your hand back. “Okay darling, since you pried into my personal love life, may I ask you a question?”

“Fire away.”

“Is there a thing between you and Roger?” Freddie turned so he was facing you better. “Because you two would make the most adorable couple.”

“Oh, my God, Fred, no!” You burst out laughing. “No, Roger is my best friend, we wouldn’t date. Besides, I have James and he has Ga--”

“Yes yes, I know. But you seriously can’t see that you would be great together??” Fred had his hands out in emphasis.

You shook your head. “No, Freddie. He and I are more...platonic soulmates, if you will.”

He rolled his eyes, imitating you talking with is hand. “Blah, blah, blah. That is the cheesiest way I’ve ever heard someone say, ‘I like him but he doesn’t like me back.’”

You socked him in the arm, hard. “Shut up! No, that is not what I meant, and no, I do not like Roger!”

Freddie winked at you. “Okay, whatever you say.”

You groaned, standing up and walking briskly to the kitchen. You walked over to the sink, which was still trickling, and shut it off. “Still need to pee, Taylor?”

“No, I’m good now,” Roger answered.

“Eew!” You gagged for dramatic effect. “I was going to tell you what you wanted to hear, but now I may just let you sit in there in your own piss.”

The door to the cupboard flung open. Roger did, indeed, have a dark stain on the front of his light pants. “You’re serious? (Y/n), don’t joke with me.”

“Yes, we’re going to give your strange car song a try.” You shook your head. “You are one of the craziest people I’ve ever met. That stunt caused us another day’s delay.”

“But it worked!” He grabbed you into a bear hug, lifting you a few inches off the ground and shaking you back and forth.

Your diaphragm was constricted in the hug, so your speech sounded more like a wheeze. “Roger, you smell like mothballs and urine, I think you need another shower.”

“Oh, true.” He set you down, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Sorry.”

You gave him a gentle punch on his upper arm. “Hey, you’re cool. I’m interested to see how your song sounds.”

“Me too. I assume you talked to Fred about it?”

“Yeah,” you answered. “He’s not thrilled, but we’re both willing to give it a try.”

“Thank you,” he said, smiling down at you. You looked into his eyes, and stared for a bit longer than you should. You looked down at his nose, not wanting Fred to be right.

“No problem.” You gave him another quick hug before pushing him towards the house so he could shower.

---

After another cold night of cuddling with Roger, it was finally time to get some recording done. Roy Thomas Baker, the producers, and Norman Sheffield had arrived, and neither were too pleased with the lack of progress. You promised they’d be getting things done today, whatever it took.

The deal was that if Roger got his song on the B side of Bohemian Rhapsody, then the latter song would be recorded first. Said song required Roger to sing the name of famous astronomer Galileo over and over again. Very high-pitched.

“Galileo!” he began. “Galileo! Galileo, figarooo!” He took off his headphones. “How was that?” he asked into the microphone.

“Higher,” Freddie demanded. Brian, at the other microphone, turned it on. “Can you go higher?”

“Um...I can try?” Roger redid his line, going very slightly higher. “That better?”

“Higher,” Freddie said again. Brain relayed the request.

This went on for several times, until Roger began to get frustrated. “If I go any higher, only dogs will hear me!”

Freddie insisted he go higher. Roger tried the line a few more times before asking, “Who even is Galileo?” Brian, who had a degree in astrophysics, facepalmed before telling Roger to do the line again.

Roger did the line at least twelve more times before Freddie looked satisfied. “Are we done? Can I get a drink?” Roger questioned.

“Fred?” Brian asked.

The singer nodded. “We’re good. Let him drink something.”

Brian laughed, turning the mic back on. “You’re good.”

Roger sighed. “Thank God. That took forever.”

---

The four members of the band crowded around the microphone stand. The walls behind them had been set up to get a better sound, and they were ready to record the operatic section of the song. They had rehearsed it several times, wanting to make it perfect. Everyone agreed that it was wonderful, and was ready to be recorded.

The band recorded several takes of the section, each attempt sounding better than the one before it. The last take, however, was hands-down the greatest, and you could tell the band thought so too. They started getting a little jumpy and excited, and once they reached the end of the section, they accidentally knocked the walls down, falling with them.

After your laughing fit, you went into the recording room to see if everyone was okay, but they were also laughing. Mostly at John, who hadn’t realized the wall was falling and grabbed onto Freddie at the last possible second. And still fell.

“John, you goof,” you joked, reaching down a hand to help him up.

“Hey, it was Brian’s fault!” John retorted, pulling himself up with your help.

“On the bright side, the guitars back there are okay.” Brian pointed to the back of the room, where a rack of guitars sat.

“That’s an expensive bright side,” Roger remarked, causing everyone to laugh again.

You shook your head, chuckling. “Okay everyone, we’re done for today. We’ve recorded enough.”

Everyone whooped and punched their fists in the air, running off to enjoy the rest of the night.

---

“I have no idea.”

You pointed to another constellation. “Okay, what about that one?”

“Do I look like I’d know about stars?” Roger asked, pointing to his face.

You laughed, shaking your head. “These are the easy ones! Anyone could name the Big Dipper!”

Roger glanced back out at the sky. A few seconds later, he suddenly gasped. “I know what those are called!”

You looked to where he was pointing, and saw a shooting star fly across the sky. You looked over at him once it was gone. He was smiling, and it was the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen.

He made eye contact with you. “What?” he asked. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you answered slowly. “I’m fine.”

Both of you found yourselves leaning in. It wasn’t a conscious decision by either of you, it just felt like the right thing to be doing at that particular moment. He grabbed your upper arm, pulling you closer as both of you closed your eyes.

The door behind you slammed open, causing you two to rip apart and eliciting a scream of shock from you.

“Darlings! We’re watching a movie if you want to stop lip-locking for a while!” Freddie was smiling down at you knowingly.

“Get out of here!” Roger shouted. Freddie laughed, closing the door.

You scooted away from Roger, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Do you want to go watch the movie?” you asked, not looking at him.

He leaned against the porch post, sighing. “Not one bit.”

---

Recording “I’m In Love With My Car” was interesting. Roger was the only one who looked like he was having any fun. The others looked massively confused and disturbed. Roger had yet to answer John’s question of what, exactly, he was doing with that car, but everyone had a fairly good idea about the answer.

Roger poured his heart and soul into the song, and you were entranced. You two had slept facing away from each other last night, not wanting to deal with the fact that you had almost kissed. Since that moment, however, you were seeing things in Roger that you hadn’t seen before. For example, little ticks he had which you found adorable, like running his hands through his hair or biting his lip. You were also noticing how truly attractive he was. It was a strange experience. You’d known him your whole life, and suddenly these things were hitting you like a freight train.

You couldn’t help but wonder if he was feeling anything similar.

He sang while the other members of Queen jumped in for background vocals. Roger kept making eye contact with you through the glass, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was looking up to see if you were watching, which you were, of course. The whole sight was captivating for several reasons, not the least of which were the hilarious facial expressions Freddie, John, and Brian wore.

Baker leaned down to the microphone. “That was great. Let’s try to get the instrumental parts down now.”

Roger stayed in the recording room to do the drum parts. You laughed at the prospect of him having to perform this song on stage, playing drums vigorously while singing. The band looked at you strangely, thinking something was quite wrong with you.

---

“We’re playing tennis after dinner,” Fred announced. “There are courts on the back of the property, so we’re going to go have some fun.”

You set your fork down, looking over at him. “I can’t play tennis. I have no idea how.”

“Have you never been to Wimbledon?” he asked.

“No, I’ve never had the money or a reason.” You resumed eating.

“Okay, that’s a crime,” Roger said, sliding his food away. “We’ll teach you how to play tennis and then take you to Wimbledon.”

You frowned. “All right, whatever you guys say.”

Once everyone had finished eating, the five of you headed out to the tennis courts. Freddie had taken the liberty of finding several rackets and balls, distributing them to everyone. You decided the games would be doubles, and whoever was left out would be the umpire.

“Okay!” Freddie shouted. “It’ll be me and Brian versus the Taylors!”

“I will hurt you with a brick,” you threatened. Freddie held up his hands in resignation.

Roger wrapped an arm around your waist. “C’mon, (Y/n). We’ll make a great doubles pair.”

“We’re going to get our asses handed to us,” you corrected.

“True, but we’ll have fun while it’s happening.” He led you over to your side of the court.

As predicted, you were losing badly. Your racket seemed to have a hole in it and John was biased towards the other side when you did win a point. At least, that’s what you wanted to believe, but you knew you were probably screwing up.

Now, it was your turn to serve. You bounced the ball a couple of times, trying to envision the ball landing where you wanted it to. You gingerly threw it up in the air, testing it. Then, you tossed it up and whacked it as hard as you could with the racket. It flew way off course, almost leaving the court area before it hit whoever was entering the area straight in the face.

Any guess who it hit?

Roger turned away so Paul couldn’t see him laughing. His face was red and his hand was covering his mouth in an effort to silence himself. Paul was holding the bridge of his nose, trying to stop the blood that was dripping onto the pavement.

“What the fuck, (L/n)??” he screamed.

You too were trying not to laugh. “I’m sorry Paul, but that was a perfect fault.”

He stormed towards you. “That’s the last time you disrespect me.” He held out his hand that wasn’t holding his nose, grabbing you by the collar of your shirt. You grabbed his wrist, trying to wrench him off of you, eyes wide in surprise.

“Prenter!” Roger shouted, grabbing Paul by the back of his shirt and yanking him back as hard as possible. Paul let go of your shirt, falling onto his back. “That’s not okay! She hit you on accident!”

“No she didn’t!” Paul pushed himself up, deciding to let his nose bleed freely. He looked about ready to charge at you again before Roger grabbed him around the middle, pinning his arms to his sides.

“It’s about time you left,” he said threateningly. He began to drag a squirming Paul back to the house.

You flipped him off while Brian put a hand on your shoulder. “You okay?” he asked gingerly.

“Yeah. Just wish I would’ve hit him more down south.”

Brian winced, laughing. “Yeah, he deserves more than a bloody nose.” He gave you a pat on the back. “Let’s go get dessert or something. We can always play tennis later. Maybe you’ll hit Roger next time.” Your jaw drops in offense. You smacked his arm away from you, causing him to chuckle.

---

Roger and the boys had to talk about music things later that night, so he came to bed a couple hours after you. You hadn’t been able to get to sleep for whatever reason, so you were staring at the ceiling, trying to make yourself bored and tired.

But you weren’t bored. You were thinking about Roger, and how he defended you after you gave Paul what he deserved. Granted, you could’ve handled the situation on your own, but it was nice to have someone care about you like that.

Roger took off his shirt and exchanged his jeans for pajama pants before slipping into bed. He gently brushed his hand up and down your arm. “Come over here, I’m cold.”

You laughed, moving over into his arms. He held you tightly, as if he really didn’t want you to leave. “How’d the music discussion go?” you asked.

“Pretty well,” he answered. “We know exactly what we want to record, and in what order we’ll put the songs in. It’s going to sound beautiful.”

You closed your eyes, leaning your head onto his chest. “I know it will.” You yawned loudly, saying, “Now that you’re here, I’m super tired.”

He laughed. He began to run a hand through your hair, making you even more sleepy. “Get some rest. You deserve it.”

You fell asleep to the peaceful beat of Roger’s heart.

---

The rest of the album took a little under a month. You and Roger continued to share a bed and sleep as close together as possible for warmth. Neither of you mentioned the almost-kiss for the rest of the time, and it was killing you. The more time you spent with him, the more you felt different about him. You felt like you were developing a stupid high school crush on your best friend of twenty-six years. And you felt terrible about it.

Often, you thought of James. He was sitting at your flat, waiting for his girlfriend to get back home, while his girlfriend was developing feelings for someone else. You knew you’d have to talk to him, like Fred needed to talk to Mary. But you also had Freddie’s predicament: you loved James, more than most anything, and you didn’t want to hurt him.

Once it was time to leave the farm, everyone packed up, Paul made you get the suitcases again, you “accidentally” dropped one on his foot, he almost got physical again, and Freddie had to step in and move his manager away from you. You had long since given up on avoiding conflict with Paul. Plus, it was fun to mess with him.

You and Roger stood on the porch, saying your goodbyes. You hugged him and said, “Drive safe.”

“You too.” He hugged you back quickly. He let go and gave you a quick kiss on the forehead. “See you tomorrow?” Everything was recorded, but most of the sound mixing and editing still needed done.

“Absolutely.” You both headed down the stairs to your respective cars. You still couldn’t see Roger’s car without thinking of the song. You’d laugh, Roger would roll his eyes, and then laugh with you. You got in, started the engine, and followed his car out and away from the farm.

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Flour Girl {11} (Bucky x reader AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky (Jimmy).

Summary: Discovering the cute guy you just flirted with is the heir of a rival bakery, you suddenly find yourself running into him all over the city. Can your small boutique bakery compete? And how do you deal with the guy who seems determined to make your life a living hell? Luckily you’re distracted by a secret admirer…But who is he? (Inspired by “You’ve Got Mail”, Enemies to Lovers)

Warnings: none! Mild swearing?

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: Hmmm. What do you think? Can she trust him in her kitchen?? I guess we’ll find out right now!! :D And I won’t apologize for inevitably making hungry OR for my love of The Beatles. That’s just how it is. ;) I love you guys! Hope you enjoy this part! Any and all feedback is appreciated!! <3

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Previously:

“Do you want some help?”

Choking on your words, you nearly went catatonic at his offer.

“What?” you finally squeaked out.

He talked slower with a genuine smile. “I’m offering my help. I mean, I’m a fair baker and at the very least, an extra set of hands. Plus, you get to boss me around for a while. So, what do you say?”

_______________

A bubble of laughter traveled up your throat and then burst past your lips upon hearing the absurdity of his words.

“You can’t be serious,” you giggled, trying to control yourself. It might have been the sleep deprivation and exhaustion but somehow hearing Jimmy offer his help to you was the funniest thing you’d ever heard.

Jimmy, the heir apparent of your competitor. Jimmy, who had been a constant thorn in your side since you met. Jimmy, who claimed you were doomed to fail within the first year. Unbelievable. Clearly, it was all a joke.

“Y/N, I am completely serious,” he said with a furrowed brow. “I have no doubt that you could do it all on your own, but you shouldn’t have to,” Jimmy spoke sternly now.

Swallowing your laughter, you took a deep breath and really looked at the man before you now. There was no hint of joking in his features. He really meant what he said. Jimmy was here late at night, just to…help you?

“Why?” you demanded. “Why would you help me? I thought you were determined to run me out of business, wouldn’t my failure tonight be part of your plan?”

Jimmy shifted on his feet and slipped both hands in his jeans pockets. “No. I never wanted that. Look, I’m sorry about my past behavior, but I’m here now and I’m willing to help if you’ll let me,” he offered sincerely, once again.

“Really? You’re sure you want to spend your night in this mess?” you doubtfully asked while walking back toward the kitchen with Jimmy following in tow.

“I’m sure it’s not that—whoa.” Jimmy began to protest but then stopped short with eyes wide to see the state of your kitchen.

The past few hours had been a flurry of butter and flour and sugar, now with multiple recipes only partially finished. You had tried to maximize your time by using multiple mixers and weighing all the flour for each recipe, but in reality it had just split your attention. Now there was a mess on every surface and you felt like the small kitchen looked like the inside of your scattered brain.

Currently, you had cinnamon roll dough rising, so while you waited, you creamed some butter and sugar for cookies and also had just pulled croissant dough from the fridge to roll out with butter softening on the counter for tart dough. The idea of having a second pair of hands was appealing, but you didn’t like having anyone in your kitchen, much less someone you didn’t trust.

Jimmy surveyed the kitchen for a moment and then took deep breath. “Okay. How can I help? Do you have a spare apron?” he asked you, expectantly.

Eyeing him carefully, you crossed both arms over your chest, most likely getting flour on your shirt. It was futile trying to stay clean at this point.

“You honestly want to help me, Jimmy? Really?” you questioned his motives once again.

Jimmy huffed out a sigh and then leveled you with a steady gaze. “Y/N, yes, I want to help you. I have never been more sure in my life,” he spoke in an overtly confident tone.

Biting your lip, you looked around at your multiple projects and then back at Jimmy. “If you sabotage me in any way or steal my recipes or anything like that, I swear I will—“

“Whoa! I would never—“

He broke off at the look of worry in your eyes, so he tried a different approach. Placing his left hand on your KitchenAid standing mixer on the table, Jimmy then raised his right hand up by his head.

Directly meeting your gaze, he spoke. “I, James Buchanan Barnes, promise to never sabotage anything in regards to your business. I will never steal any recipe, reveal any sort of technique, or any other secrets that are revealed this night. I promise all of the above as a member of the baking community and on my life as a rehabilitating asshole, so help me God,” he finished his oath and then let out a grin.

After that bit of ridiculousness, you had a difficult time holding back a smile of your own. He was officially crazy, but finally you relented. “Okay, fine. There’s an apron hanging behind you.”

Jimmy let out a holler of victory before grabbing the apron and tying it around his waist with that wide grin still on his stupid, handsome face. “Alright, so what can I do, boss?”

You smiled and shook your head at that. “Don’t call me that. Even Wanda rarely does. Um…okay, so that mixer has the butter, sugar, eggs, and vanilla mixing for cookies. The dry ingredients are next to it, so if you could add that to the bowl, mix, and then scrape really well with that rubber spatula, I’ll get you the chocolate chunks and pistachios.”

The brunet raised his eyebrows at the mention of those last ingredients, but he said nothing and merely followed your instructions. While he mixed that, you rolled out the croissant dough, folded it in thirds and wrapped it up before putting it back in the fridge. Your cinnamon roll dough was ready then, so you tossed some flour on the table and dumped out your yeasty dough with a cathartic punch to release the air bubbles.

Once Jimmy had the cookie dough ready, you paused a short minute to show him the correct size scoop and how closely you wanted to cookies to be on the pan. Otherwise, he focused on his own task and left you to your work. After spreading the cinnamon mixture and sprinkling the pecans, you began to roll the dough into a spiral as Jimmy watched, seemingly transfixed.

“That looks and smells amazing,” he said, breaking the silence.

“One of my top sellers,” you replied proudly, “and a personal favorite of mine, too.”

“I bet,” he said, practically salivating.

You felt a swell of accomplishment in your chest as you grabbed a serrated knife to cut each roll to size. “So,” you began slowly, making an attempt at conversation. “I kind of figured that Jimmy was short for James, but Buchanan? Are your parents really big fans of the 15th US President?” you teased.

Jimmy let out a burst of laughter. “Something like that. Actually…only my dad calls me Jimmy,” he confessed.

Your brow furrowed, confused. “Clint does, too, I thought…”

“Yeah, I know. My dad set it up so I’d be the one picking up the paperwork and then later delivering to the Nest that first day. It’s been my dad’s nickname for me since I was little so he introduced me to Clint as Jimmy over the phone and I just went along with it. I don’t mind, but I really prefer Bucky,” he finished with a smile.

Pausing in your actions a moment, you took that information in. “Bucky, huh?” Interesting.

“Short for Buchanan…”

“Yeah, I got that,” you rolled your eyes with a grin. “Okay, then. So, tell me, Bucky: do you like the Beatles?”

Bucky’s eyes grew wide with alarm alarm, to your surprise. “What? I mean…yeah. I like some of their songs,” he mumbled, looking down at the dough before him.

“Great! Because they’ve kind of become my preferred music when I just need to get in the zone and get things done, you know?” you told him as you selected a particular album on your outdated iPod touch, then connecting it to the nearby speakers.

You had specific, appropriate playlists for the public when the shop was open, but you liked to use Spotify through your iPod when working by yourself. It also helped save your phone’s battery so you didn’t mind using the older device. You needed something to wake you up this late at night and singing along with the Fab Four was just the ticket.

Pressing a button, the album “1” began to play. It was a compilation of The Beatles’ number one hits, so it contained most of their popular, well-known songs. It didn’t have all your favorites, but quite a few. The album was on shuffle, just to keep you on your toes, so when “Ticket to Ride” began to play, you bobbed your head to the beat. Turning back toward the wooden work table, you started to clean up from cinnamon rolls so you could switch gears and start decorating.

Just as you were pulling out your cakes to decorate, Jim--no, Bucky—announced he was finished with scooping the cookies. Wow. He was fast, which shouldn’t have shocked you. Taking a leap of faith, you handed him the recipe for tart dough and pointed out where he could find the ingredients. With only a question or two, he was on his way and you were able to focus on your cakes.

Not long after, Bucky simply asked what to do with the tart dough, so you pointed out the small tart shell pans and asked him to spray them with pan release and press a certain amount of dough into each one. You liked to bake a dozen or so to have on hand so you could fill them with any type of filling when needed. Returning to your cakes, you had just finished building the 8” chocolate with three layers of cake and fresh raspberry filling in the middle. You spread the freshly-made chocolate buttercream over the top and sides with a spatula and then spun the cake stand swiftly to smooth out the sides with a flat edge.

Lost in your own little world, you began to softly sing along with the current song playing.

“...we can work it out

we can work it out

Life is very short, and there’s no time

For fussing and fighting, my friend

I have always thought that it’s a crime

So I will ask you once again

Try to see it my way…”

Stepping over to the microwave, you slid in a small glass bowl of ganache and hit the button for 30 seconds. You danced in place a little, mostly to stretch your muscles and kill time until the microwave dinged. Pulling out the ganache, you stirred it with your spatula and turned back to the table, feeling eyes on you.

Bucky had apparently seen your little show and shared a smile.

“What?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

He looked away with a shrug. “Nothing. What’s that you warmed up?”

“Dark chocolate Ganache. They wanted a ‘Death by Chocolate’ vibe, so that’s what they’re gonna get,” you replied while tilting the bowl of liquid-y chocolate over the cake.

Setting the bowl aside, you grabbed your spatula and slowly caused the cake stand to spin while gently pushing the pool of ganache to the edge of the cake, allowing small rivulets to drizzle down the sides of the cake. It was a simple technique, but never failed to impress. You finished the cake with a star-tip border around the bottom and then once the ganache dried, you added the red buttercream roses as well as piping the words “Happy Birthday” on top.

Stepping back to survey your work, you glanced over at Bucky who was openly staring with his mouth gaping slightly.

Giving the cake a slow spin, you asked his opinion. “How does it look?”

“It’s, uh…wow. You made that look so easy. It looks amazing,” he finally replied.

Beaming slightly, you shrugged. “Practice. How are those tart shells looking?”

Bucky glanced down at the dough in his hand. “I’m on the last one. Do you want them baked next?”

“Yes, for 13 minutes,” you instructed. “And then are you up for filling croissants?”

“Always,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

You let out a small chuckle. “Okay. I have some triangles already cut and I’ll show you how to fill them.”

Soon, tart shells were in the oven, Bucky had his instructions with the croissants, both sweet and savory, and you focused on the second cake. This was a 6” with 2 layers of lemon cake with a fresh lemon curd filling and Swiss buttercream rosettes on the outside. As you were placing the second layer of cake on top of the filling, Bucky spoke up.

“So, why the Beatles? Not criticism, just curious,” he quickly added the second part, probably to avoid any wrath from you. He must have picked up on your love for the Boys from Liverpool.

“Um…I grew up listening to them, I guess. My mom liked to play their old vinyl records when I was little, especially in the kitchen while she cooked and baked. I liked to help out, so I have that strong memory attached to their songs. She passed away when I was in high school and it made me sad to hear them for a while, but then I decided to carry on the tradition and play them here. Kind of feels like my mom is still around when I bake,” you finished, not realizing how personal that was to share. Nervously, you glanced his way, but Bucky had a soft, sympathetic expression upon his face, which caught you off guard.

He finally broke the silence. “That’s a good memory to have,” he spoke gently, then offering his condolences. “I’m sorry.”

You just smiled sadly. “Thank you.”

Another quiet moment before Bucky shifted the subject slightly. “This is probably a hard question to answer, but…what’s your favorite Beatles song?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Laughing, you turned toward the music and pressed a button on your iPod. “Actually, it’s not a difficult question, but the answer might not be what you expected…” you trailed off as stringed instruments began to play.

“Ah, look at all the lonely people. Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in a church where a wedding has been,

Lives in a dream, Waits at the window

wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door

Who is it for?

All the lonely people, where do they all come from?

All the lonely people, where do they all belong?”

Bucky spoke up during the second verse. “Whoa. Yeah, that’s…not what I was expecting. Most would say ‘Hey, Jude’ or ‘Help!’. That one’s kinda depressing. Can I ask why it’s your favorite?” he asked respectfully.

You giggled lightly. “I know it’s unusual. I love the orchestrations, first of all. The stringed instruments just convey so much emotion on their own, you know? And the lyrics…wow. Yeah, they can seem depressing, but that’s kind of the point. Eleanor Rigby seems to spend her time alone and that comment about ‘wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door’? Definitely strange, but I always imagined it’s like the masks we tend to put up when we step outside the comfort of our home, you know? We all hide parts of ourselves around people,” you kept talking, your eyes trained on the cake in front of you.

One side of the cake was giving you a little trouble with cake visible through the buttercream, to your annoyance. Bucky was silent, so you just scooped more buttercream on your spatula and continued on.

“As for Father Mackenzie, he was there the whole time, probably even in the same church. Two lonely people who could have connected and felt a little less lonely. Where do they come from? Where do they belong? How do you cure loneliness? By connecting with others. They were like ships passing in the night, neither reaching out when they could have. Eleanor didn’t have any family, hence the phrase ‘buried along with her name, nobody came’. Only Father Mackenzie was at her funeral and by then it was too late,” you said with a sad shake of your head. “I don’t know. It’s a somber song, but it helps remind me to reach out to others and make those connections. Is that weird?” you asked, finally looking up.

Bucky was staring again with a smile, his hand paused on a croissant mid-roll. He blinked, realizing you had asked a question. “Um…yeah, I guess it’s a little weird, but it also makes sense. I can honestly say I’ve never put that much thought into a song, but…I like it. Human connection, yeah,” he answered, almost in awe. Or possibly in a daze from your long-winded explanation.

“Anyway,” you shook off that heavy subject, “do you have a favorite Beatles song?”

He looked off into the distance for a moment and then seemed to come up with an answer. Brushing his hands on his apron, he walked over to where your iPod was. “May I?”

“Sure.”

Putting his back to you, Bucky spent a few seconds scrolling on the iPod before stepping away. “Might not be what you’d expect either…” Bucky teased as he washed his hands.

A few notes played before a voice began to sing, but to your surprise it was female. Looking his way in confusion, you listened on a moment before you recognized the song and also where it came from.

“Yeah, I’ll tell you something

I think you’ll understand.

When I say that something

I wanna hold your hand…”

“This is from the movie ‘Across the Universe’, right?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

Bucky smiled. “Yeah. I like the original, but this cover always hit me harder. I like that it’s slower, like a ballad, and the emotion the actress puts into every word…I don’t know. I like it,” he offered with a shrug.

“Me, too,” you replied with a similar smile. “It’s great movie. I think the actors sang live, which is pretty cool.”

“They did, yeah,” Bucky echoed before you both fell into a comfortable silence as the song played on.

As the song ended, you waited to see what would pop up next as you put the finishing touches on your lemon cake. A male voice began to sing quietly, a cappella at first.

“Something in the way she moves attracts me like no other lover

Something in the way she woos me

I don’t wanna leave her now, You know I believe and how

You’re asking me, will my love grow?

I don’t know, I don’t know…”

“I like this one, too,” Bucky softly interrupted.

You smiled. “Same here.”

The rest of the movie’s soundtrack played on with occasional comments from both of you. Remarks about how the Beatles must have been on drugs while writing at least a few of the songs. “I Am the Walrus”, for sure. “Across the Universe” was a good contender, but you both enjoyed it anyway. “For the Benefit of Mr. Kite” was definitely an acid trip. There were so many good, solid songs, though and your mind reflected on those scenes from the movie with fondness as they played.

Time passed by swiftly without you realizing, but finally, you were finishing an order of cupcakes while Bucky filled the last few croissants and you were done. Or as prepared as you felt you could be for the next day. After putting everything away, you took a deep breath and felt more on top of your to-do list, partly in thanks to the man who unexpectedly came to your aid. You both shared in the cleaning and Bucky even helped with the mound of dirty dishes, leaving them out to air dry.

All in all, the night turned out to be not so bad. In fact, if you didn’t know any better, you might have even enjoyed your time with Bucky. Quickly, you pushed that thought to the back of your mind. It was a little after 1am as you stepped out into the late night air with Bucky beside you. The rain had stopped by then, leaving behind that fresh, earthy scent you loved. Locking the door, you turned slowly toward Bucky, feeling a hint of awkwardness.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you finally met his eye, “for your help. You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know,” he replied, glancing down at the rain-soaked pavement. “It was actually kinda fun. Thanks for letting me help out. I know you prefer to do it all on your own, but it never hurts to ‘get by with a little help from [your] friends’,” he said with a wink, quoting the Beatles.

An unexpected burst of laughter escaped you and he joined in.

Bucky spoke as the laughter subsided. “So…can I walk you home? Or the subway? Not the worst neighborhood, but still…”

Chuckling under your breath at that offer, you cleared your throat and nodded. “Sure. Follow me,” you answered, walking the ten feet to the bottom of the stairs and then climbing to the top. Reaching the door and standing on the highest step, you turned around to see a bewildered Bucky. “This is me. Right there,” you pointed to the window your apartment that was directly above the bakery.

Bucky laughed. “Well, that’s convenient. Um…okay. Have a good night, Y/N,” he said in parting before descending a few steps.

“Bucky?” you called out and he stopped to turn your way. “Why did you help me tonight? Be honest with me.”

Placing one hand on the stone railing, Bucky seemed to take a moment to consider his answer. “Because…I heard you the other day. You’re right, I had no idea what your life is like and I probably still don’t, but after tonight I feel like I have the smallest of ideas and...you’re like a superhero. Owning your successful business with only one employee and all of your pastries are amazing, plus those cakes are a work of art. You seriously do it all, mostly on your own and I admire that,” he replied earnestly, then asking a surprising question. “Do you really unclog toilets?”

Feeling embarrassment creep into your face from the question as well as the unexpected praise, you nodded. “Yup. I’m the superintendent of the building. The landlord gives me a discount on rent for the bakery in exchange for dealing with clogged toilets, among other things,” you shrugged, playing with the keys in your hand.

“Wow. Like I said...superhero. Anyway, I wanted to apologize again for being such an ass. I hope you can get at least get a few hours of sleep now,” Bucky said as he climbed down the last few steps. “See you around, Y/N.”

Bucky offered a wave and you watched him walk down the street for a moment, trying to reconcile the actions of this man who helped you for hours without asking for anything with the cocky jerk you met only a few weeks ago. Unlocking the door, you let yourself into your apartment and shut it behind you, heading immediately for the bedroom in an exhausted, confused haze.

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Hooooooooly crap, you guys!!! I’ve had this whole chapter in my head for MONTHS and now I get to share it, finally!!! What did you think?? Maybe Bucky at least got his foot in the door with winning her over? Hmm. Would you forgive him seeing such a huge shift in his behavior? I’d love to know what you think of this part and what might happen next! ;) I adore you all and appreciate all of your comments and feedback. More coming Thursday! Also I finally posted a video recipe about making Filled Croissants! I’d love if you’d check it out. I have another already filmed and will be posted soon. ;) Love you guys! <3

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sugagimmesugar · 5 years

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Only Fools Fall for You Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Both. RM and Namjoon.

Chapter. 1 2 3 4 5 6 (In Progress)

“Why are you laughing?”,she asks, confused by his reaction.

His face drops, unsure whether to tell the girl he just met about RapMonster. Why can’t he just be Namjoon for a day? A few seconds of silence as he struggles to decide who to be today…..

Both. Both Namjoon and RM.

“ Actually, that’s me, I am RM. I am kind of on holiday right now, at least I have the whole day today and until tomorrow at 12 off, but in general I am in town for almost a week cause my band is playing some shows here. I was trying to be just Namjoon today but… I am RM too. Thanks for the compliment by the way, nobody’s ever recommended my own music to me.” He shoots her a shy smile, taking in her shocked reaction. Seconds later her expression changes to a mocking grin.

“Yea sure. Hozier my old buddy just popped by last week. I should really start a wall of fame in this place, with all these international celebrities dropping by all the time.” She rolls her eyes at him and leaves him sitting at the bar alone.

With a sigh, Namjoon takes out his phone, opening Spotify and starting up a playlist. “only fools fall for you” he hadn’t missed everything from her recommended album after all. While fixing a playlist he was lost in thought. He really liked this girl, hopefully he didn’t scare her away. Suddenly he comes to a solution, how he can easily convince her that he isn’t just some dickhead being cocky. He quickly checks with his manger, who reluctantly agrees.

A few minutes later, she returns, an annoyed expression on her face.

“Show me your music then, RM.”, she says, dragging out his name in a mocking manner and looking him straight in the eye.

“I am working on a proper playlist right now. But, I actually have a little, well, lets say a proposal for you.” He smirks, taking in her surprised and questioning expression. “How about, I repay you for this coffee tonight? As in, I buy you a drink. And we actually talk a bit. If you end up liking me and we enjoy each others company as much as I think we could… I fixed a backstage pass for the show tomorrow for you. It’s just an opportunity, I don’t wanna push anything on you. I just think you could have a fun night out.” She is looking shocked… again… So after a few seconds of awkward silence he decides to get back to the most important thing: “...Please, show me some more of your music! I’m really liking it so far.”, he laughs. He can see her processing what he just said. He cant help but smile at her overwhelmed look.

She shakes her head, a cautious smile on her lips, and turns to help some customers who just entered the store.

As he picks up his phone again he sees it blowing up.

*BTS GroupChat*

Hobi: RM youre bringing a girl tomorrow?

Jin: When did you meet a girl?

Jin: You havent even been out that long? Why bring her to the concert already?

JK: oooh hyung met a girl!

JK: Is she cute?

JK: Is it a date?

JK: Send a pic!

Joon: I met her today, we are getting along great and she doesnt believe me that I am RM so I decided to prove it to her. Also maybe its a date? We will see! She hasnt even said yes yet…..

Hobi: She hasnt even said yes yet? Well done, bro.

RM: JK I cant just take a picture of her, thats creepy.

Suga: why are you guys blowing up my phone like this? let rm try to get some swedish ass and let me nap.

V: *pic of him and Jimin doing the finger heart* cheering for u hyung!

He laughs, everybody is reacting as expected.

Getting back to the playlist he finally decides to add some BTS songs. Why not brag and prepare her for tomorrow night? He keeps on adding to the list, waiting for her to return.

“Wow, how many “favourites” do you have?” he almost jumps at the voice suddenly right behind him.

“You didn’t tell me there was a maximum number of songs allowed. I am making a playlist, putting in everything I like that you might like as well.” he turns around, facing her with a smile.

“I guess that’s valid…. But there’s no way I can listen to all that before our drink later. How ‘bout a top ten? And show me some of your band’s stuff, I wanna know what kinda concert I’m committing to before I say yes to you, stranger.” she laughs, picking up his empty coffee and putting down a notepad in front of him. “Write me a top ten list of songs you recommend by your band and some other stuff. I’ll put it on here at the store and then we can see what i decide.” she turns to leave with a wink.

He grabs her arm: “Wait, you believe me all of a sudden?”

“First of all, you can’t just grab me like that, I am still theoretically at work, even though there isn’t much to do. Secondly, I googled you, dumbass. Can’t really deny that you have the same face as RM… So I believe you. Its fucking weird, yes, but I guess the dude who’s album I have been spamming for days somehow found his way to me.” Another wink and she leaves him to sit alone… again.

A top ten list, with songs to convince her to come to the concert tomorrow? That’s surprisingly much pressure.

Eternal Sunshine by Epik High

Midsummer Madness by 88rising

So Far Away by Agust D

I can give you heaven by HONNE

U by HER

Personal by Kehlani

Make it Right by BTS

Spring Day by BTS

Baepsae by BTS

Mikrokosmos by BTS

It takes him a while but eventually he finds a way to narrow it down to 10 songs. Some of his general favourites but through the view of what y/n could like.

With a broad, dimpled grin, he waves her over. She just throws up a peace sign and nods, acknowledging his wave. A few minutes later she saunters over, two coffees in her hands.

“Thought we could both use some more caffeine, RapMonster.” she says with a small giggle. He flinches and she quickly continues “Anyways, I am ready for your list! I saw you redo it so many times I was afraid you weren’t gonna finish it today. So, hand it over and I will put it on. Any special order or just any of them? Is it a ranking?”

“Ok, so it’s not a ranking or anything, just the 10 songs I decided fit your taste best, or at least I hope so. BTS, as you know, is the group I am part of, so you can take those last. Agust D is one of the other members in the group and the song is from his solo-mixtape. Since you liked mine so much I thought you might like his stuff, too. Other than that it’s some friends of mine and general songs I jam to myself. I hope you like it.” He hands her the notepad, his 4 earlier drafts already in the trashcan closest to him. She takes it and smiles: “Oh, Kehlani! I love her! Let me just queue these and then I will be right back for the coffee.”

The two sit and drink coffee while the music plays, only occasionally interrupting the listening silence for some lyric explanations.

With the time being close to closing time, the store is empty once again, and unbothered by customers, y/n has slowly started swaying and occasionally dancing along to the music, fixing small things around the store or just dancing up and down behind the bar, just going along with the music. When “Make it Right” starts, she is fixing the last small things behind the bar. He can see her really jamming to the music and it makes him smile, he knows that ARMY loves the song and he has seen the stats and all that, but it’s something different to see someone in front of you, in such a casual way, just enjoying themselves and your music.

** Oh, oh, I can make it Right**

As the chorus hits, she is just grinning at him, dancing around him and actually singing along to it, messily since she doesn’t know the lyrics but still. A bright smile lights up his face at the view, as he watches her move through the room, putting away their mugs and lastly going to get her stuff, getting ready to leave. She emerges with a leather jacket over her arm and a bag on her shoulder. As the last notes of “Make it Right” are sounding out, she hits the pause button.

“Sorry, I’m gonna have to stop this here. I gotta lock up now so we gotta get going. Is it chill if we head to pub right away? I need to eat something before I can let you buy me a drink. I know a nice small place close to here, I doubt any of your fans would go there, so you don’t have to worry about getting recognized.” She shoots him an apologetic look as she turns off everything at the register. He gets up and gets ready to leave, waiting for her just outside the shop.

“Lead the way, you’re the local. I’ll eat anything and to be honest I am not picky with pubs, I would just prefer not to cause a scandal tonight by getting photographed at a pub with a girl.”

She laughs, “Oh god yea that would be bad. It’s just this way. Let’s go!”

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naturalbornlosr · 5 years

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50 questions tag

I was tagged by @cassie-baby thank you!!!!

1.What takes up too much of your time?

Sleeping and doing nothing and being worried that I’m doing nothing rip

2. What makes your day better?

Time to myself, lots of sleep, being with my friends, appreciating them and being appreciated in return

3. Whats the best thing to happen to you today?

I hung out w this guy I really like and went driving with my best friend

4. What fictional place would you like to go to?

I really wanna live in the ATLA universe

5. are you good at giving advice?

I would like to think I am, I hope so at least

6. Do you have a mental illness?

A couple

7. have you ever experience sleep paralysis?

no and I hope I never will

8. What musician inspired you the most?

Every member of BTS

9. Have you ever fallen in love?

Yes

10. What your dream date?

Going out to dinner, taking a walk together on the beach and watching the sun set, then staying inside all cuddled up in a blanket fort watching scary movies.

11. What do others notice about you?

Idk lol uh friends what do u notice abt me

12.Whats an annoying habit you have?

I’m annoying in general lol I’ll talk to myself a lot especially if I have an internal conflict and I need affirmation out loud, also when I’m panicking I kind of shut down and don’t know how to ask for help from people

13. Do you still talk to your first love?

Yeah! We’re good friends

14. How many exes do you have?

15. How many songs are in your playlist?

LOL WHICH ONE

16. What instruments can you play?

the guitar, piano, ukulele, clarinet (I haven’t in sooo long lmao)

17. What do you have the most pictures of?

AHFIHOFH Bts

18. Where would you like to go before you die?

Japan, South Korea, Thailand, Ireland, I want to go to so many places

19. Whats your Zodiac?

Leo sun, Aries moon, Libra rising

20. Do you relate to it?

Lmao yes

21. What is happiness to you?

Being content with your life and who you are and being strong through the bad times.

22. are you going through anything right now?

I’m constantly going thru it cuz I’m very mentally ill and can’t get help but I think I’ll be ok

23. Whats the worst decision you ever made?

Speaking LOL

24. Whats your favourite store?

AIFUHW TARGET

25. Whats your opinion on abortion?

pro choice,,, why is this a question and why do ppl feel the need to have an opinion on it

26. Do you keep a bucket list?

27. Do you have a favourite album?

You Never Walk Alone by BTS

28. What do you want for your birthday?

I want to see my friends and family happy, healthy and thriving

29. What are most people’s first impressions of you?

I dont know? People have either said I intimidated them or didn’t at all there’s no in between

30. What age do you seem according to most people?

People think I look v young apparently but idk the exact age, I’m 20 now and people have said I looked younger lol

31. Where do you keep your phone while you’re sleeping?

My bed is lofted so it rests on my fan beneath me cuz the charger chord is attached by my lower bedpost (it’s hard to explain)

32. What word to you say the most?

I say no a lot as a general word lmao and I also say fool a lot when referring to my friends

33. Whats the oldest age you would date?

probably 27?? As of rn

34. Whats the youngest age you would date?

35. What job/career do most people say would suit you?

Therapist, writer, nurse, composer

36. Whats your favourite music genre?

I don’t have a preferred genre I listen to anything

37. If you could live in any country in the world, where would it be?

Japan or Ireland

38. What is your current favourite song?

Always? Spring Day by BTS

Currently my jam? Boy With Luv by BTS

39. How long have you had this blog for?

Uh for like three years maybe?

40. What are you excited for?

break on Thursday, also I can finally sleep soon

41. Are you a better talker or listener?

listener, I hate talking even though I’m not awful at it

42. What is the last productive thing you did?

Made an attempt at studying lmao

43. What do you want for Christmas?

nothing

44. What Class do you get the best grades in?

Anything that has to do w creative writing or theatre or history I always thrive in

45. On a scale of 1-10, how are you feeling right now?

46. What can you see yourself doing in ten years?

Hopefully in a job and financially stable lmao, I want to work more on other stuff beforehand too tho.

47. When did you get your first heartbreak?

SIXTH GRADE

48. What age do you want to get married?

Idk I don’tcare at this point, I just know not while I’m in school

49. What career did you want to have as a child?

A zookeeper and an actress

50. what do you crave right now?

I wanna go home

I tag @crazynconfused @cozy-hobi @ferndeanmanor @casuallydylan @07-dionysus @ip-deok and @timugamaileilani

#tagged #my friends #about me

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jadeargents · 5 years

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ig live — getting ready with me.

Checking if she was live, Jade smiled towards the camera as she raised her hand for a moment. “Hi everyone. Sorry for not announcing this live beforehand, but I didn’t know I was doing this until like five minutes ago. I’m getting ready to go out and I thought it would be a good idea to talk with you and answer some questions while I’m doing that.” She looked through her make up bag, taking only a moment of searching before she found the foundation. “I’ve already applied the primer, I’m gonna do foundation now. You can go ahead and ask anything you wanna know, as long as it’s not too personal.”

“How are you?” She read, a smile appearing on her features. “That’s nice of you to ask that first. I’m great, honestly. Living my best life. I’m writing a lot of songs, spending time with some of my favorite people, being on tour and singing my music... can’t imagine a better life right now.” Looking in the mirror she began applying the foundation, though she paused immediately after. “Disclaimer, I’m not a make up artist. I don’t know if I’m doing this the right way, I’m just mirroring what I’ve seen my own make up artist do.” Continuing, she didn’t say anything else until she finished the coverage.

“Moving onto concealer now,” she stated as she opened the liquid concealer and applied a few lines under her eyes. She then turned towards her phone to read the next question. “What songs have I been obsessed with lately? Hold on.” Grabbing her computer, she opened her most recent Spotify playlist. “Bloodline by Denise is my fucking jam, she’s incredible. The entire album is great, honestly. Don’t Worry ‘Bout Me by Luana is also a favorite.” Seeing some of Julian’s songs on there, she decided it was time to close the playlist. She had given them enough reasons to believe they’re together without saying one of her favorite songs is a song that was written about her. “There’s a lot of them I like. I can make a playlist if you guys are interested.” She finished dabbing the concealer then moved onto the next question.

“Have I written a song with anyone lately?” Choosing a light pink blush for her next move, she selected the right brush from her set and lightly applied the make up over her cheekbones at the same time as she replied. “I’ve written a song with Ofelia, and another one with Chasity and they’ll both be released eventually, in case you’re wondering.” She didn’t mention the other person she’s been writing songs with, since she knew they wouldn’t let it go for the rest of the live if she did.

“Twitter or Instagram?” An uncomfortable smile appeared on her lips. “You don’t want my answer to that, I’m going to be mean.” Closing her blush, she looked towards the camera. “In all honesty, I prefer actual human interaction. Social media is great for interacting with fans, but it’s not my favorite. That’s why I’ve been distancing myself from Twitter lately. I’ve just found I feel much better when I prioritize spending time with people and limit the time I spend on my phone. If there’s a piece of advice you should take from me, it’s that one.”

Grabbing her highlighter, she looked towards her phone again to read the next question before focusing on the makeup. “Would I accept acting in a film?” Jade shrugged her shoulders. “I'm not sure. Depends if the film meant a lot to me. I would definitely have to take some acting classes before that, but why not?” She stopped applying her highlighter, setting down her brush for a moment. “Though I have to point out I wouldn’t push my singing career aside. Music is the priority, no matter what else is there.” Once she finished with that step, she chose a palette of gold tones and continued with the eyeshadow.

“What do I think about what headlines are saying about me?” She huffed, shaking her head subtly. She was staring in the mirror as she applied her eyeshadow, but that didn’t last long because she couldn’t prevent herself from staring at the camera as she voiced her thoughts. “Frankly, I don’t give a fuck. You can quote me on that. I’m living my life and I’m being myself, and if that bothers anyone, it’s not my problem. I’m happy where I am right now and I’m not going to let anything ruin that for me.”

Reading the comments she received after her statement, her hand instinctively went to her chest, showcasing a mix of emotions on her expression. “I’m truly touched by your support, guys.” A smile appeared on her lips as she went back to adding the finishing touches to her eyeshadow. “Though I have to say you’re making me laugh with your reactions to me saying I’m happy. I didn’t think that was possible either, but what do you know? Maybe life doesn’t have a personal vendetta against me after all. Maybe I should’ve just been more patient, but well, I trust that everything happens for a reason. I’m thankful for the state of mind I’m in right now, and that’s all that counts.”

“Where’s Julian? How would I know?” A chuckle left her lips, as she began applying her eyeliner. “I don’t track him. That’s not a healthy…” she stopped, looking straight at the camera with an amused smile, “… friendship.” She continued tracing her eyeliner as if she hadn’t said anything out of common, that made the comments on her phone suddenly increase. She didn’t say anything as she waited for them to calm down, so she could go back to answering questions.

“What’s the last movie I’ve seen?” She stopped for a moment, looking towards the ceiling as she was thinking. A smile appeared on her lips as she remembered. “Funny enough, it was with Julian. We watched “The Nun” at an open air cinema event in London.” Jade read the comments, a disbelieving smile on her lips, then responded to them as she put on mascara. “Bold of you guys to assume I need someone to hold me during horror movies. I’m not afraid of them. Or anything for that matter. I’m pretty much fearless.” Except emotions, but she wouldn’t mention that. She wouldn’t tell them that she did spend that night in Julian’s arms, not because she was afraid, but because she liked being close to him.

Applying red lipstick, she then looked towards her comments. A huff left her lips as her eyes read the question. They were unbelievable. “Am I meeting Julian? Yes, I am,” she said, “I am also meeting Luana and Chasity, that doesn’t change that I’m putting on make up for myself, not for him, or anyone else I’m seeing today.” She sighed, putting her make up bag aside to look straight at the camera. “I think we’ve covered enough the subject that women do not dress or put on make up for men for you to stop insinuating at this point. You can do better.”

“You know, I should have a feminist podcast,” she said, looking through her comments and expecting to see a lot of negativity, yet that wasn’t the case. They were all encouraging and excited which kind of made her feel bad for getting their hopes up. “That was a joke. Sorry, I would, but I literally don’t know how that would fit into my schedule,” she responded, shaking her head softly with an apologetic smile. “Besides, I think I’d get too frustrated with the issues discussed and that’s not an advantage when the purpose is getting educated. You should be taught about feminism from someone who has patience, meanwhile I’m gonna keep ranting about these problems on Instagram and Twitter.” She ended her explanation with a smile, feeling much more calm when explaining herself.

“What’s my favorite shade of lipstick? The one I’m wearing right now, actually.” Inspecting what the label was saying, she then approached the lipstick to the camera. “It’s the Fenty Beauty Mattemoiselle Plush Matte Lipstick, in the shade of Royal Red, called Madamn.”

She removed the accessory that was holding most of her hair back. “What do I have planned for the future career wise?” She smiled as she began styling strands of her hair into waves. “I’m glad you specified what future you mean, because personal life future, I couldn’t have told you.” Realizing what she just said, she closed her eyes for a second, breathing in. She should be more careful with the way she worded things. “Because I don’t know what the future has reserved for me in that aspect, not because there’s a particular event that would happen in the future.” The last thing she needed was people sending videos of her to Julian asking him if he proposed or asking him when they were getting married. “Anyway, back to the question. I can’t tell too much, but I’m preparing for the European leg for All The Stars World Tour as you know. I’m also writing a lot, and I’ve already filmed the first two music videos for the fourth album. I can’t reveal anything about the release date right now, but you know, I’ll keep you posted.”

Once she finished with the hair, she attached it in a way that it wasn’t standing in her face, but still was cascading down her back. “Last question,” she announced as she looked through the comments until she found a good one. “What was my favorite concert I’ve performed during this tour?” There was no hesitation there, a genuine smile appearing on her lips. “New York City.” There was no doubt why. Julian was at her concert that night, and having him backstage when they hadn’t seen each other in more than a month made her feel so happy. However, she needed to divert the fans’ attention from that. “New York is one of my favorite cities, and the energy there is just incredible.” She wasn’t lying, but there were other cities where she performed that were memorable too — New York stood out because of her significant other being there. She smiled as she thought about how in love she was. It wasn’t getting less surreal with time.

“Thanks for keeping me company as I was getting ready. I’ll keep you updated on my outfit later when I’ll post a photo. Hope the rest of your day will be good. Take care.”

#self para.

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Sweeter Than Ice Cream

(Spoilers for those that have not seen Glaciator yet. You have been warned.)

The potential Marichat fluff if the akuma hadn’t reared it’s deliciously creamy head. This episode killed me and I needed to write an AU where Chat Noir and Marinette got to stay on the balcony immediately. Enjoy!

Marinette clung tightly onto Chat Noir as he bound them off to some location. It mustn't have been far as he put her down again almost immediately.

After the disaster that was the failed ice cream triple date with her friends Marinette could use some cheering up. She just didn’t think it would be coming from Chat of all people. She felt bad hearing that he had feelings for her superhero persona and that he had prepared something for her. She adored Chat Noir as a partner and as a friend but her heart laid somewhere else. She couldn’t live with herself if she played with his feelings. Next time she saw him as Ladybug she would be sure to apologize...and tell him the truth.

“Just one small second. All good, you can open your eyes.” Chat instructed.

“Whoa, Chat Noir, it’s really beautiful.” she gazed around the beautiful scene he had set. Roses, warm candlelight, cushions and a little basket hidden in the corner. He had done all this for her? Her reverie was cut short when she noticed him sulking against the railing. “I am so sorry.”

“For what? It’s not your fault.” There was definitely a bit of sharp edge to his words.

“It is! No! Well, I mean. I’m sorry for you because you prepared all this and she didn’t come.” Smooth Marinette. Remember that you aren’t Ladybug right now!

“She warned me, but I still wanted to believe… I wanted her to come.” the way he spoke broke her heart in two. He really put a lot of effort into this night and she didn’t think twice about it.

“Maybe she had a good reason for not coming? Like… she hit a snag.” she leaned on the railing next to him.

“I know you’re saying that to cheer me up.”

“Yeah… I mean no! Well…” she sighed and laid a hand over top of his, “It’s her loss. You prepared something beautiful and I’m sure that if she had known you had went to all this trouble she would have come in a heartbeat.”

He looked up finally giving her a small smile. “You’re very sweet.” he glanced back at the picnic, “What do you say we enjoy this dinner then? It’d be a shame for it all to go to waste.”

“Oh...I uh…”

“Plus, it’d be a chance for me to get to know you a little more.” He gestured for her to sit.

“I’d like that.” she sat down on the cushions and watched as Chat laid out a little picnic of a baguette, cheese and crackers, chocolate covered strawberries and a bottle of sparkling lemonade.

“I know it’s not much but I had to get stuff I could just buy at the store.” he shrugged.

“It’s wonderful.” Marinette broke off a piece of the baguette, “You gonna join me?”

Chat Noir sat down and uncapped the sparkling lemonade filling two glasses and handing one to Marinette. “To unrequited love.”

“Here, here,” she clinked her glass against his with a chuckle.

“So, you never really said, what’s put you in such a dower mood tonight?” he asked.

“Well, a couple of friends and I had this outing planned and things didn’t go as expected. I had a bit of an overreaction and ruined the entire evening. They said they understood and I apologized but it still hurts.” She didn’t want to bring up Adrien right now.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Chat swirled his lemonade around in his glass, “Let’s talk about something happier, yeah?”

“Yeah. But, what?”

“Well, how about you tell me something about yourself? Like, what music do you like to listen to?” he suggested.

“Well a little this and that, but my favorite artist by far is Jagged Stone.”

“Jagged Stone? I love his music! Rock and Rip is my favorite song.” Chat’s eyes lit up with glee. “That guitar riff that opens it--”

“That riff brings me new life! Every time I hear it I feel like I could burst through the roof and start flying.”

“It is great for pumping you up for the day. Another one of his songs that I adore is one of his slower songs, Chasing the Morning. It’s really different from his usual sound but it is still amazing.”

“You like that song too?” Marinette stared at him wide-eyed, “A lot of people dismiss it because it seemed such a deviation from his signature sound. I thought it was very refreshing and established that Jagged not only knew kickbutt rock and roll but romantic serenade as well.”

“That’s what I say! My one friend hates that song and I just don’t get it. How could anyone hate it? The piano alone is more than beautiful sounding.”

“Some people are just cursed with bad taste. Like, XY fans. Now there is some bland and repetitive music if I ever heard any.”

“Tell me about it. The guy himself rubs me the wrong way. The cover art for his albums looks like something out of a perfume ad.”

“Unlike Jagged’s, whose Rock Giant album cover I got to design.” Marinette puffed proudly.

“I heard. You’re really talented.” Chat smiled wider at her. “All this talk makes me wish I had some music playing.”

“I can handle that.” Marinette pulled out her phone and clicked on her favorite playlist.

They continued the night talking about their interests. Chat couldn’t say a whole lot about his activities outside of being a superhero but it was still nice to get to know the little things about him. Like how his favorite color was blue, he preferred strawberries to cherries, his favorite video game was Mecha Strike IV, he despised cauliflower unless it was drowned in cheese, and that his favorite subject in school was science.

Chat and her had scooted closer so she had her legs stretched out on his lap. “Okay, I got another one.” Chat poured out the last of the lemonade into their cups, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

“That’s easy. I want to be a famous fashion designer and start my own clothing brand.”

“You must be super talented.”

“Not to toot my own horn but I have done some incredible work. I love designing not only clothes but accessories as well. My friend Alya is actually helping me start a fashion blog where I can showcase all the stuff I create.” She bit into the last chocolate covered strawberry. “What about you? Do you have any plans for the future that you can tell me?”

“Me? Well…” he looked down disheartened, “I haven’t thought about my future much, actually. There’s what I know my family wants me to do but I never really gave much thought as to what I wanted. I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“Well it should be something you love, something you’re passionate about. What do you love to do?”

“I love being a superhero but this isn’t exactly a paying job and it’s not like I’m going to be a hero forever.” he muttered.

“We can work with that.” Marinette assured him, “You like helping people right? Maybe there’s something there.”

“Now that you mention it, I would like to do something where I work with kids. Maybe a counselor or something?”

“There you go. You could become a teacher, go to medical school and become a pediatrician, or maybe even a nanny.”

“I think I would prefer being called doctor instead of nanny.” he laughed. “That is something to think about.”

“Whatever you choose just make sure it’s what you want to do.” she told him. Marinette’s phone beeped indicating it was almost dead. “Oh wow, it’s already that late?”

“Hm?” Chat checked the time on his baton, “Geez, I didn’t realize it was so late. We should be getting you home.” he helped her to her feet.

“What about all of this?” Marinette gestured to the balcony.

“Don’t worry, I’ll clean it up after I drop you off.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she picked up the picnic basket, “I’m right across the street, I’d feel bad knowing you’re up here cleaning up everything on your own. Besides, it’ll go faster with both of helping.”

“Thanks. You pack up the picnic and I’ll start on the candles.” Chat looked relieved that he wouldn’t be cleaning up on his own.

Marinette folded the blanket and put it in the bottom of the basket followed by the dishes and leftovers from the picnic. Chat Noir would have to take care of the cushions.

“A little...a lot...madly…” Marinette heard Chat whisper as he blew out the candles.

“Chat? What are you doing?”

“I uh…” he turned around holding one of the candles. Even with the mask she could see the pink flushing his cheeks. “Just blowing out the candles.”

“You were doing the love me, love me not, game. Weren’t you?” she smirked as she took the candle, “Why do you look so sad?”

“Because it landed on not.” he frowned at the flickering flame.

“No it didn’t.” Marinette said earning a confused look from Chat. “What? You did it wrong. It goes a little, a lot, passionately, madly, not at all. So technically this one should be madly.” she blew out the candle.

“Madly…” Chat whispered almost in awe. Their eyes met and neither could tear their gaze away. “Marinette, I…”

“Yes?” she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Why was she nervous all of the sudden?

“I…” Chat took a deep breath and looked away, “I wanted to thank you for helping me clean up again. It was very nice of you.”

“Oh…” Marinette swallowed back her disappointment. Why had she gotten so worked up? What else would she have expected him to say? “It was no problem.”

“Come on, I should be getting you home for your beauty sleep.” he scooped her up with ease and bound back towards her house setting her down on her own balcony gently. “Goodnight.”

“Chat, wait!” she grabbed his tail keeping him from leaving, “I know it may not count for much but I had a great time tonight. I’m actually kinda glad Ladybug didn’t show up.”

Chat Noir smiled back at her shyly, “If we’re being honest...me too. I had a wonderful time tonight. Maybe we could do this again sometime?”

“I’d love that.” And she really meant it.

“Here,” he handed her a rose, “Till next time.”

She reached out and took the flower, her hand lightly grazing his own. Before she could chicken out she stood up on her toes and left a small kiss on his cheek. “Till next time.” She mumbled trying in vain to hide her blushing face behind the equally as red flower.

Chat Noir stood there for a moment trying to comprehend what had just happened. His mouth open and closed trying to find a response.

Stupid! Stupid! Why did you do that? You just made this so much more uncomfortable! Marinette chastised herself. The trapdoor was right behind her, maybe she could drop down to her bed and hide under the covers.

Before she could execute her escape plan she felt a pair of hands grasp her shoulders and was pulled forward until her face was a mere hair away from Chat’s. He left a lasting kiss on her forehead before pulling away. “Goodnight, Marinette.”

He gave her one last broad smile before jumping from the balcony and disappearing across the rooftops. Marinette rushed to the railing and watched him leave a wistful smile of her own lighting up her blushed face. “Goodnight, Chat Noir.”

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