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earth4angels · 3 months ago

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𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞

modern jacaerys targaryen x reader

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: living in the world of entertainment where cameras were always capturing every moment of privacy — being home in the comfort of your equally famous lover was all you wanted.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: fluff, established relationship, comfort — corny af i’m sorry. experienced jacaerys mentioned. squint and you’ll see some smut.

𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 !!: working in silence is my way to go now — going to follow in the footsteps of my love swordgrace. here’s a very short one shot inspired by the song woo by baekhyun. reader is a model, jacaerys is a famous heir, number one wealthiest families in westeros — not proofread.

Fall was at its prime.

The colors of the leaves changed to a bright green into a beautiful burnt orange with tints of red. You enjoyed the way the wind tickled your nose, slightly making it twitch yet you felt warmth by it. Fall was still warm yet it was also cold, it was chilly but it never felt welcoming when you were currently shoving through the flashing cameras that were itching to catch a glimpse of you.

“Can you tell us a little about your relationship with Jacaerys!”

“Y/n!! Look over here!”

“Y/n! Stop being so snobby! Turn over this way!”

Your heart started pounding. You feared you were going into a panic attack. The way your palms started sweating or the way your vision started getting hazy, you thanked yourself that you wore the shades your boyfriend bought you.

The shouts becoming muted as you continued to push your way into the car that awaited you. Your security guard holding you close, bringing you one piece of comfort. You enjoyed modeling, you always had a deep love for fashion and its stories, the becoming of trends and why stylists, creators make pieces so elegantly and beautifully crafted. However, you did not enjoy the discomfort and disrespect media always associated with you just because you had distinct ideas than a typical model. It became worse when you got together with Jacaerys Targaryen, the heir to the Targaryen family.

Jacaerys was beautiful, he was strong, patient, quiet at times but he was a man with strong beliefs. He always put his family first and was extremely smart, you had always praised his extreme care for business. He had a short temple but it only took a kiss on his neck, a cuddle and a movie with Vermax for the anger and stress the business brought him for it to disappear.

A model, with the most wealthiest man who happened to be an heir — the media had a lot to criticize. What exactly would a model bring into the family but worthless entertainment. You had heard ever critique, and it took everything for Jacaerys not to curse on national television, but you admired him. Jacaerys stood tall, confident, his face was hard as stone and publicly he announced he would take anyone to court if they ever spread misinformation or defamation against you or him. You watched with a heavy heart as he never paused, he never answered questions and you watched as Rhaenyra stood by him with the equally stern face, however you did not ignore the small smirk she held. She was proud.

The relationship you held with Rhaenyra was of one you wished you held with your own mother. She was your biggest supporter — it was a complete switch to how you first met her. The first year you started dating Jacaerys, he had brought you over as his date for a gala his family held. She was serious and briefly scanned you up and down. She spoke bluntly and the moment you introduced yourself, she knew then, you were the one.

You spoke with grace, tall and confident, you held no fear and she loved that about you. Since then, she was protective of you, she loved you as if you were her own. The love and respect she held only intensified the moment her other children became attached to you. Lucerys in specifically treated you as his older sister, coming to you for advice and stayed over your apartment when things became too tense at his university.

So when the media started to show its negative energy towards you, she demanded a conference — Jacaerys had already moved before her, with a date and time at hand. He was not going to let anyone belittle you and Rhaenyra cheered quietly beside him. She had raised him well.

James, your main security guard had tugged you hard to push you in front, the car now coming into view. The breath you had released came in a smoky cloud in the chilly night. You rushed to get inside the sanctuary of your car, as James shut the door and quickly jumped in the passenger seat you began to breathe normally. The cameras continued to flash your way, all you did was cover you face to avoid any photographs.

“Your house or…” James spoke, snapping you out of your empty mind. You looked towards him and thought about it.

“Jace’s,” you did not hesitate after that. You missed him.

You had your schedule packed, fashion week was coming and designers had you on their mind to walk their pieces. Jacaerys could have never been more proud of you.

“Yeah, they better. They need my beautiful girlfriend to show off their work, they would be blind if they didn’t choose you,” he said the night you told him. You rolled your eyes as you threw yourself on top of him in embarrassment where he held you as he laughed. His lips finding yours as his hands scrambled to get you off your pyjamas.

You had not seen him then, it’s been a month. You were busy with rehearsals, fittings, and he was busy in meetings, and learning after his mother who had taken him to every business engagement.

As you arrived to his penthouse that was in the city, you tried to contain yourself from the excitement that was boiling inside. James bid you a good night and you returned it with gratitude in your voice.

Knowingly you entered the key into his penthouse, being welcomed with silence. You had expected that, you knew Jacaerys would not be home for another hour or two.

My brother is still at the meeting with mom, he looked annoyed the last time I saw him. So careful with the attitude he’s going to bring.

You sighed at the text from Luke. Jacaerys could never catch a break and you feared he was going to grow grey hairs at 27. Tiredly you dragged yourself through the kitchen, snorting when you found a plate and a mug you had made him your first year together sitting inside the sink.

Of course, he wouldn’t have time to clean after himself.

You figured you would prepare him a nice dinner and wait to surprise him, you told Luke not to tell Jace that you would be home. You wanted to surprise your boyfriend — after 2 years close to 3 years together you already knew his likes and dislikes in food.

The house was too quiet, you silently walked away from the kitchen to enter his living room that was too plain, it certainly looked like a man owned the place. If it was not for your input you knew Jacaerys would never think of renovating, he claimed he did not care much about it but one look at your face — he crumbled.

Instead of too plain, the living room had touches of color, burgundy — and plants since you knew Jace was too busy to care for flowers. As you inspected the plants, you heard very distinctly the sounds of slight ruffles, little thundering. Your lips stretched into a bright smile. You had fixed your clothing, which contained of leggings and a soft camisole, you had rid of your trench coat upon entering.

“Max… my sweet Vermax — where are you baby?” you spoke with such love and adoration that you began to laugh as the mixed retriever came running towards you.

The overhyped fluff of Vermax jumped on you, running in circles and throwing himself onto the floor for your attention that you could never hold back the cooing that came upon you. He was such a bright but spoiled dog, Jace never said no to him.

“Hi, I missed you too,” you ruffled his flapping ears, he barked happily at your attention. “I love you Vermax.”

Vermax only barked before he grumbled, you laughed.

“Yeah, I am sure your dad loves you too baby,” you continued to laugh at the sight of your adorable dog, as if he understood you, he only stared with his bright eyes. “Vermax he loves you, he’s just busy.”

Vermax licked his snout before he ran to the couch and laid comfortably, he was being bratty and you knew that. Jacaerys definitely spoiled him way too much. You shook your head in amusement.

“I’ll need to talk to your dad when he gets home about that attitude Max,” you nagged playfully only to get Vermax grumble and his tilt of head as if saying okay.. so?

Your phone rang, you picked it up not checking the caller ID.

“Hello?” You moved towards Jace’s bedroom to change your clothes, you needed a bath before you started cooking.

“Hi my love.”

You paused mid action. The water ran calmly compared to the beat of your heart that began to pound fast. That voice never failed to bring you weak at the knees.

“Jace…”

You heard rustling of papers and another deep voice in the background. You furrowed your eyebrows. Before you asked him what was he doing he spoke with such softness that it made you want to kick your feet in the air.

“Sorry baby, Cregan’s asking for some papers. Anyways, I was calling because I miss you,” he paused before whispering, “I need my girl back.”

You clutched the phone tight, your smile wide, you truly loved Jacaerys way too much that words could never compare. He was your soulmate, your equal partner, he was your home.

“I miss you too Jace,” you said hearing him take a small breath, “I’ll be with you very soon,” you continued, knowing full well when you saw him, you were never going to leave his side again.

“Promise me you will let me know when you come home?”

Too late.

You bit your lip before breaking out a small chuckle, “I will let you know.”

He hummed, “I love you beautiful, I miss you, always.”

“I love you more Jace. Always.”

“I will call you when I’m done here okay? I want to hear about your day, how you are and how’s everything going with your rehearsals. I’ve gotta go,” he said suddenly, an annoyed tone in his voice now sounding apparent.

You in fact did hear the voice of your dearest friend, Cregan saying something off phone. You chuckled in amusement but also at the way your boyfriend started cursing out his best friend for interrupting. You did not hold any offense when he suddenly hung up.

Quickly you sunk yourself into the warmth of the water, covering it in rose bubbles. Jacaerys filled his bathroom with every small thing you loved, from your favorite bodywash to the skin care you applied every morning and night. He had said — more like promised — you will always have a home with him.

As you spent the next hour soaking in the bath, you finally got out, lavishing your body with your nightly routine. Lazily you grabbed a pair of panties from your bag, and Jace’s old university sweatshirt. When you arrived downstairs, you found Vermax sleeping calmly on the couch, you shook your head.

Tonight, you would prepare a full filling meal with wine to end the night with a scary movie, you found them scary but Jacaerys found them too comical to even find fear in them.

My mother and stepfather are far more scarier than these films, especially if you add Alicent in the picture.

The music played throughout the house in a soft tune, you cooked quietly, a smile on your face as the excitement of seeing your boyfriend soon ran through your body.

The dining table was prepped, candles and a wine bottle sat in the middle awaiting to be enjoyed. You sat satisfied at the couch, pulling out a blanket Jacaerys kept nearby to cuddle into the needy Vermax. He let out a small bark before licking your hand. You knew it was his way of expressing his love.

You moved your head to check the time. Your lips pressed against each other, it was barely ten - o clock. You only hoped Jace would get home early, but again, he was a equally busy man. You sighed, your hand grabbing the controller for the television, pausing when you stumbled into an entertainment gossip show.

“As fashion week approaches, we stumbled upon one of the most popular models of our time!”

You watched quietly, biting the inside of your mouth. The report changed to the scene where you had come out the airport. Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

“We asked her to give us some details on her relationship with the infamous Jacaerys Targaryen — we had no response. It seems our favorite couple want to keep their relationship private. The last time we saw them together was during Y/n’s last modeling session, we were in luck to get an anonymous tip!”

“Why can’t anyone mind their fucking business,” you muttered, as you angrily switched the channel to put on a random chick flick movie.

You got comfortable, laying down as Vermax made himself cuddle you. Slowly, without realizing you fell asleep. You did not wake up, not even when the penthouse shook slightly by the loud thunderstorm that hit as you slept. You never awoke, not even by the loud sighing of your tired boyfriend as he walked into his home slightly drenched by the rain.

Jacaerys had a whole day of paper work and negotiations. Hours of meetings and having to test his limits of being extremely patient. He would never understand how some of their business partners were just evermore greedy, yet he had to maintain a calm posture and clench his teeth tightly together as he smiled with stress.

“Fuck me…” he muttered, flinging his shoes to the side as soon as he stepped inside. He yawned, his body shaking slightly due to the rain and his clothes being wet.

“What the hell?” Jacaerys was confused, it was odd Vermax had not jumped on him, it was not usual but it was still rare. Vermax was a very needy pup, but that was not what made Jacaerys stop and question if he should call authorities.

The house was quiet, the TV was on, and the dining table was set up — there was food, candles and two glasses of wine.

This could have not been his mom, or you. As far as he knew, you were not in the city, you were in Oldtown, and Aegon had assured him she was safe. Aegon was an entertainer but he was also a designer, and while he had a talent to make a mean screwdriver, he was one hell of a talented designer that you never hesitated to try on his designs when he asked.

As he passed by the dining area, he grabbed the first thing his hand touched — a plate.

Quietly he stepped towards the living room where he found Vermax sleeping and a covered body engulfed by a heavy blanket he kept aside. Now instead of confusion, he was concerned. He had feared a crazy fan or stalker entered his home — you and him captured a lot of attention, good or bad.

His head leaned over the couch and the moment he saw chestnut slight curled hair he paused. As he pulled the blanket to the side just to see your face his heart leaped out his chest. You were home.

Immediately he put the plate on the floor and leaned his head down to place a kiss on your forehead, then your cheek and finally your chin. He continued to kiss your face until he heard you moan sleepily. Vermax nipped his father’s hand, annoyed he had come to wake them.

“Shush you or no food,” Jace spoke quietly, poking his tongue out at his fluffy child who just pouted— if he could.

“Angel, what are you doing in the couch?” he said again, as he continued to kiss your cheek nonstop, smiling wide when you moved, your nose scrunching up.

You had scrunched your eyes tight as you opened an eye finding yourself face to face with a certain lover, your curly favorite boy. You gasped, your arms automatically pulling him down towards you. He fell onto you in a loud “OOF!”

Vermax was now beyond annoyed as he flapped his tail yet he moved to his fluffy bed, his head on his paws where he laid with grumbling noises.

“Hi,” you whispered against his cold cheek.

Jacaerys moaned at your warm hold, his head was deep between your chest, where he felt the low rise of your chest. He moved to face you, his forearms resting besides your head.

“Hi,” he replied with a bright look in his face and a small grin, “How was your nap?”

Your lips twitched with mischief, “Hm… cozy warm.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, your hands moving to push his curls back, finding itself deep in the wet curls. You saw his eyes fluttered close, a groan slipped out his lips. You pulled him towards you.

Jacaerys did not say another word before he kissed you. His lips moved with yours in perfect harmony. He swallowed your needs, your deep sentiment of longing. You allowed to mold yourself into the comfort of his own heart. Your tongue licked his lips where he had opened his mouth to welcome you. You were hungry for him, you missed him more than anything in the world. He was your best friend, your sun to the moon, your air and the love of your life.

He bit softly into your bottom lip, tasting the cherry of your lip balm and the taste of wine you had before you fell asleep. If he continued he would loose himself in your scent, your heavenly taste. So he forced himself to pull away.

“Let me take you to bed,” he mumbled.

You shook your head, “No. I made us dinner, you need to shower or you’ll catch a cold.”

Jacaerys only stared at you, before pulling himself off you. With no words he just moved to grab you in bridal style. You shrieked, “Jacaerys Velaryon-Targaryen! PUT ME DOWN!”

He moved towards his bedroom, he placed a kiss on your head, “Nope!”

“Jacaerys!” You kicked and wiggled in his hold, but you remembered, he was strong and you knew that nothing could make him drop or release you. You bemoaned, “Jace, the food…”

“I appreciate it my love, but right now I just want to be with my girl, hold her and kiss her because I have missed her more than anything. Can you give me that?”

He placed you on his bed, as he crawled on top of you. His wet curls lingered around his face, he had such a beautiful face and his eyes — oh you could have never imagined yourself loosing yourself in such a muted sunset. Even in the dark his eyes twinkled, it was like a silent night at the beach and his eyes spoke of timeless love.

You pushed his shirt off him, as he pushed himself closer to you. Your fingers moved in silence and he said nothing as he kept his eyes on you at all times, you never moved yours either.

“You are so beautiful, you are the most precious and most ethereal woman to ever exist,” he whispered against your lips.

Jacaerys had never met someone so beautiful, someone who moved with such elegance. He had girlfriends before, two. But before he had met you, he thought he knew love. Love was just a sentiment but with you, it was a touch, a whisper, a take of breath, a kiss, a bouquet of flowers, a kiss — love was everything, a puzzle that you helped solved. You were the calm to the storm, you were the sunrise to his blue. You were love.

You pushed his slacks off with your feet, as you continued to look into his eyes. “Never,” you disagreed.

“For the rest of my life I’ll prove that your existence alone is a blessing from the angels above,” his hands moved down your body, to your legs where he moved slightly to remove your panties.

“Then, make me yours forever,” you moaned into his mouth as his hands moved up your stomach to cup the swell of your breasts.

“You are mine. Always.”

The food was forgotten, the house was quiet but the sounds that came out of Jacaerys bedroom would have made someone run out. As Jacaerys entered your folds, his thickness caressed your walls in all the right way, and you felt like you were thrown out into the sky.

Jacaerys had not told you and he did not plan to, but as he continued to make love to you, watching how your face turned so beautifully blissed, the ring that could have bought the entire world sat in his dresser— a ring that was his mother’s but he added your own touch and that became a ring of an never ending love.

“I love you,” you both whispered, deep in each others embrace.

Jacaerys kissed your hands, more specifically your left hand — where soon would own his entire beginning to new life he longed for.

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superums · 1 year ago

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rock-star! hobie x super-star! reader headcannons

ooc!hobie (maybe). gn!reader. mentions of girlfriend one time but that it. black coded!reader but its not heavy or anything. reader was supposed to be a rapper but i like the idea of a super star instead. i wanted to make the reader like sexyy red that didn't happen. theres a suggestive part. idk how to write his accent

color coded text: hobie , you

you guys are more alike than you think. touring, getting into fights, sometimes your music topics intersect beating people down, stealing peoples partners, rebelling against the system in some way, shape or form.

but where you're different is how you market yourselfs. hobies band is more about being loud about the hate for conforming and the system. they're vocal about political issues, they almost get banned from tv multiple times for broadcasting ideas that the man doesn't like.

you on the other hand, are seen as the super star of your generation. you rap, sing dance—you're the real deal. your music is very diverse depending on what you want to go for; you could sing the most heart wrenching songs about one sided love and the next track you could be rapping about getting white girl wasted and getting ████ed in the ████ in the car before an award show (which may or may not have happened).

anyways! you two keep your relationship as private as you can. you don't really talk about each other in interviews, you have a couple songs about each other but it's not really a common thing.

theres a lot of paparazzi pics of you two together though. theres pics of you and hobie walking out of after parties together, hanging with his friends, coming back from the grocery store and many, many photos of you two hugging and kissing.

hobie has like this sixth sense that makes him always find the camera so sometimes theres pictures of him grabbing as much of your ass as he can while smirking at the camera man thats walking behind you (which you didn't know whats there btw)

and every single times he dose that theres always a second picture of you hitting the back of his head or grabbing his ear.

*click* *click* *click* "stop doing that!" your face was getting hotter from embarrassment as you turned the corner faster trying to get away from the camera man. hobie could only smirk as he caught up to you easily, putting his hand on your shoulders before pulling you closer.

bringing one of his hands to your waist as the other snaked from your shoulder to your chest. "c'mon luv, you know i can't resist..." his breath hitting your ear as he leaned in to smell your neck before being cut off by a hit to his chest. you could practically hear his smirk as he pushed your hips back into his.

your stomach started to naught as you felt it on your behind. you closed your eyes almost forgetting the situation. *click* *clock* *click* your eyes snapped open as your hear the camera man behind you.

"oh hush you just think you're funny." hobie couldn't even hold back his laugh as he watched you walk in front of him with your arms crossed. "well it is! n' don't act like you don't like it."

if you're shy & bashful he would love to embarrass you but not in a ddg/halle bailey way but in a "omgggg stop guys🙈" kind of way like why is he parading around in a 'i 🩷 my gf' shirt and making out with you on national television

hobie dose not think it's right to be controlling over his partners nor dose he believe that you should be subservient to him—now with that being said he feels sick to his stomach when you collaborate with certain artists.

you had a song about partying in the club and your male feature was talking about fucking on you he couldn't even bring himself to post the song on a ig story. he actually fell to his knees !!!

speaking of feeling sick! if you ever twerk on someone just for a performance or have to grind on someone during a dance he doesn't get super angry or whatever but in the inside he's like 'im abt to kms'. he's very dramatic!!

he hates when people try to put you in the role of just being his partner and nothing else—he will literally sit there and argue with someone if they ever try to sit there and say you're nothing but a pretty face.

he feels a certain way if you ever get uber rich. he knows thats most if not all artist want to live comfortably and he understands that you aren't the corrupt system that exploits others, hell you're getting exploited in some way.

BUT if you ever have a million dollars his would would feel a little VERY unsettled. he'd probably break up with you lol he wouldn't want to sound like a hater but he'd try to be like "heyyy how about we donate some money to a shelter or something🙈🫶🏿💗❓"

but if you're dating him he won't have to worry about that because you have to be at least a little political (and he'd have to agree with your views)

you might not be an anarchist, you don't even have to classify yourself with one political party but you have to at least be anti-capitalist, anti-establishment and pro-black.

speaking of politics he gets arrested all the time for protesting and you'll have to get used to that. like every few weeks you will have to pic him up from jail because he was arrested for conspiracy to riot or something on the lines of that.

IF you two ever collab you'll have to find a middle ground because he cannot sing (that is cannon!) and you should never try to get him too unless you want your engineer to be slaving away trying to get him to sound listenable.

he's lowkey your arm candy and he doesn't mind it at all. like if you get invited to the grammies or something he'll always come with you (his group will most likely never get nominated bc of the topics they like to talk about.) but he's never wearing a suit he just likes to dress like this:

in return you'll probably have to dress in a lot of black id you want to match or don't... he'll be like your statement piece for the night

if he's with you when you get your first award he'll literally pic you up and jump up and down with you for a few seconds before letting you go

if you normally win at award shows he just kisses you for a few seconds before letting go up to accept it

either way doesn't like to go up on stage with you hen you accept awards because he feels like he takes away from your moment but he dose walk you off and on stage. the only way he'll ho up on stage with you is if you're like crying really heavy then.

his band mates probably thought you were gonna be the hit it & quit it type because usually punks and non-punks don't last long but they were a little surprised when 1) you two lasted long and 2) you agreed with their views despite being industry.

sum sum sum idk how to end this

#spiderpunk x reader #spiderpunk x you #hobie brown x reader #hobie x you #hobie x reader #hobie brown x black!reader #x black reader #atsv x reader #atsv spoilers #hobie brown headcanons #hobie brown hcs #📓💭🪷

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memeapple2 · 12 days ago

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Metalocalypse starters

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"2 cups of rice." [pours rice into measuring cup, then through the shopping cart] "Brutal."

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"Friends, we're... we're not used to the whole apologizing thing. We're not professional apologizers. We're... musicians. So, we wrote a song for you, a new national anthem. We took the lyrics straight from your Finnish folklore book of necronomic spells."

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I have a dad! I fucking love my dad!"

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"That's what families is, peoples you hates."

Hey, did you know that Norway has the lowest murder rate in the whole world? The lowest in the world?

Wait a minute, you mean that the murder rate in Canada is higher than Norway? Oh my god this place is lame! Lame place!

The fact that my parents had sex in order to create me makes me want to be buried alive.

"I'd rather die than go to heaven."

"Well, uh, I will tell you this, that's a good problem to have. That's a problem you want to have. It's a good one."

“How do you value your what you contribute of to at the workforce and second part, at which can you most can’t the least?"

“Bleach is mostly water, and we’re mostly water. Therefore, we are bleach.”

"Candy, tastes like chicken if chicken was a candy."

"I smell burning plastic. You do know.. that burning plastic isn't a snack right? You do know?"

"Yeah it's scream activated lighting. You walk into a room 'wheres my keys?' AAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!! There they are!"

“Use your fancy degrees assholes!”

"You mean astronaut camp is a lie? I’ve been telling everyone you’re going to be an astronaut! Now you’re making me look like an asshole!"

"What're those wooden things... chairs?"

“We’ll give you half……OF NOTHING!"

“Hey! Who peed my pants!” “I think you might be the culprit in this particular… mystery” “How the hell could I pee my pants when I’m standing right here!?”

"What's that burning smell? Did I leaves the lunchables in the microwaves again?"

"No, we're not-that's not even a repsonse to what I was saying. We're arguing two different things here."

"Don't say die SAY HAMBURGER TIME! Please say hamburger time when speaking to us."

#rp memes #crack rp meme #roleplay meme #roleplay prompts #rp sentences #sentence meme #sentence starters #rp sentence meme #rp starter #silly rp meme

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LISTEN i GET IT if you think sierra is weird or creepy or whatever I GET IT!!!! i also think that taking her weird and creepy actions at face value and examining them through a real-world context just... takes away the enjoyment of her as a character made for a show where the whole point is to cartoonishly exaggerate stereotypical character archetypes. she's nuts! she's batshit! the show itself IS AWARE OF THIS!! the show explicitly makes a point of saying 'this girl is not normal and her behaviours are not healthy.' the show is not celebrating or romanticising ANYTHING she does; it is quite literally making fun of the 'stalker fangirls' of the 2000s by dramatising their behaviours for a cartoon show in order to say: this is what you guys are like, and it's freaky and uncomfortable for everyone involved. her attachment to cody only stresses this even more - she is obsessed with the character who is known to be pretty ordinary, a little bit dorky & fairly awkward ON PURPOSE. he's not trent, who is a perfect charming charismatic writes-cheesy-romance-songs-on-his-guitar 2000s love interest, and he's not justin, who is implied to be the most attractive boy on the planet, and he's not even duncan or owen or harold who have big, bold personalities and character traits that draw others to them despite their flaws. he's literally just Some Guy. yet sierra attaches herself to him and acts like he's the most PERFECT boy on the planet - to exaggerate just how insane her behaviours are. cody is not special in any way whatsoever, but to sierra he is the Most Special Person to ever exist across all of history.

sierra is a weird, unhinged, chronically online stalker girl, absolutely!! nobody wants to deny this!!!! if she wasn't these things, she wouldn't be sierra! if she was 10% less creepy or insane, if she was 10% more well adjusted, if her obsessive attachment focused on chris rather than some random guy like cody, the critique of her unhealthy behaviours would fall flat completely because... they wouldn't be there. she HAS to make you uncomfortable in order to WORK AS A CHARACTER. she's not there to be likeable or relatable or even win the show. she's there to say: look, this is a type of person who exists, and we're exaggerating the things they do in order to make fun of them. she's honestly exceptionally well written and it sucks so bad to see people on here constantly trying to change parts of her character just because she does some things that are morally questionable or just plain weird. and she's entertaining! she's funny! she's actually decent at the game and she livens up the show with her interactions with literally all of the cast members! her alliance with heather is refreshing & enjoyable to watch, chris going from loving the attention and flattery she gives him to finding her extremely irritating is hilarious, and her being fed information about all the cast members by izzy for her fanblogs prior to joining the show is a great little detail. she has multiple fun storylines. she's fun! it's okay to find her fun!

"but the show downplays her sexual harassment of cody for a joke!11!!" the show also downplays: being eaten by sharks, being blown up with dynamite, falling off cliffs, falling out of planes and helicopters, consuming toxic substances, the effects of sleep deprivation, being hit in the head with heavy objects, being attacked by bears, being bitten by venomous animals, having all your awkward teenage fumbling aired on national television. it's a cartoon. i don't really know what you expect people to say: it's not real, cody isn't real, the trauma he suffered is not real, because he is not real. if you sympathise with him because you have suffered though something similar: that's totally fine! but don't get on a moral high horse because of it. plenty of sierra fans are also victims of similar behaviours, and we are not bad people simply because we enjoy her as a cartoon character.

#sorry i don't even know where this came from i just.#suddenly got the urge to defend my favourite Unhinged Female Character #rant post #show analysis #ish?#td sierra #sierra total drama

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<– → ⟳ | YOUR FAV ARTISTS FAV ARTIST⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⋮ ⊗⊖

[ CHIQUI ] ⠀ ━━━ ⠀ ❝ i will never be a poem , beautifully written and composed i will never be a song , remembered and euphonious i will never be a novel , coherent and captivating i will forever be the unwritten thought the half finished story the long forgotten melodies breezing within the wind. ❞

upon the decision of including yoon mirae in bangtan sonyeondan , last minute occasions had ridden her unable to join her friends. though , she had quite a few impeccable trainees within a camp she hosted , which is where they deliberately and intricately picked out the one and only CHIQUI. if not for the tedious eye of kim namjoon , the girl would still be a host on her mothers variety show.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ crack baby , you don't know what you want but you know that you had it once and you know that you want it back. ❞

LEVEL ⠀ 001 ⠀ ━ ⠀ BASICS

LEGAL NAME ⸻ ⠀⠀yálitza ysaírie dimítri [ 얄리차 ]

STAGE NAME ⸻ ⠀⠀chiqui [ 치키 ]

ENGLISH NAME ⸻ ⠀⠀jasmine daviss kyung

NICKNAME[S] ⸻

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i ━━ chichi ; when jimin found out about the meaning behind yálitza's stage name , he found it ironic considering the fact she's probably the tallest in the group , competing with namjoon. after repeating the name in his head a few times , he randomly thought of " chichi " and always says it in a singing voice whenever he feels like bothering yálitza.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ii ━━ quiqui ; to both annoy yálitza , and also copy jimin , taehyung came up with the nickname " quiqui " after hearing jimin sing " chichi " all day. at first , yálitza would chase the boys around their dorm for it , but over the years she grew too lazy to care , so she embraces it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀iii ━━ yáli ; when yálitza first debuted , namjoon over heard her mother call her " yáli " and he thought she said " cali " so he would call her that as a joke. at first , yálitza was confused but dealt with it because he was her senior , until she randomly questioned him one day , asking why he calls her that. when he said why , the girl laughed at him before saying " you mean yáli? ". namjoon was embarrassed but continued calling her it out of habit and yálitza just dealt with it , finding the nickname cute now.

AGE ⸻ ⠀⠀ 25 [ kor ] ⠀ & ⠀ 24 [ int ]

BIRTHDAY ⸻ ⠀⠀ october 31st , 1999

ZODIAC ⸻ ⠀⠀ scorpio

CHINESE ZODIAC ⸻ ⠀⠀ rabbit

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ╰── the luckiest of all signs in the chinese calendar. the rabbit is talented and articulate , affectionate yet shy. this clever sign of the chinese zodiac seeks peace throughout life. the jade rabbit is a main character in the story of the mid—autumn moon festival. compatible with the sheep or the pig but the opposite sign to the chicken.

NATIONALITY ⸻ ⠀⠀ puerto rican ⠀ [ american ]

ETHNICITY ⸻ ⠀⠀ asian—hispanic

SEXUAL ORIENTATION ⸻ ⠀⠀ lesbian

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION ⸻ ⠀⠀ homoromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS ⸻ ⠀⠀ dating [ since '20 ]

BIRTH PLACE ⸻ ⠀⠀ san juan , puerto rico

HOMETOWN ⸻ ⠀⠀ trujillo alto , puerto rico

CURRENT RESIDENCY ⸻ ⠀⠀ seoul , south korea

OCCUPATION[S] ⸻ ⠀⠀ idol , singer , rapper , dancer , actress , model , television personality , choreographer, and translator.

LANGUAGE[S] ⸻

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i ━━ spanish ; [ 100% , puerto rican dialect ] ⠀ first , semi—native language. spoken since birth and holds a thick , heavy , accent when speaking english due to such.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ii ━━ arawak ; [ 90% , borícua dialect ] ⠀ second , actual native language. learned from nearby tribes within the mountains of trujillo. still not fully fluent , though close.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀iii ━━ english ; [ 89% , new york dialect ] ⠀ third , learned after moving to the states at a young age. sometimes a bit tricky , but still learned fast enough.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀iv ━━ korean ; [ 88% , busan dialect ] ⠀ fourth , learned when she moved to south korea at an early-enough age , it’s a bit more irritating to learn than english , however.

LEVEL ⠀ 002 ⠀ ━ ⠀ PHYSICALITY

HEIGHT ⸻ ⠀⠀ 188 cm [ 6'2" ]

WEIGHT ⸻ ⠀⠀ 68 kgs [ 150 lbs ]

BLOOD TYPE ⸻ ⠀⠀ o positive

PIERCINGS ⸻ ⠀⠀ septum , nostril , angel bites , double helix [ left + right ] , orbital [ left + right ]

TATTOOS ⸻ ⠀⠀ sleeve [ left ] , back , trampstamp

FACE CLAIM ⸻ ⠀⠀ bebé yana [ yoon hayana ]

VOCAL CLAIM ⸻ ⠀⠀ siyeon [ dreamcatcher ]

RAP CLAIM ⸻ ⠀⠀ doechii [ jaylah ji'mya hickmon ]

DANCE CLAIM ⸻ ⠀⠀ audrey [ audrey partlow ]

SPEAKING CLAIM ⸻ ⠀⠀ ft.gio [ giovanna ramos ]

LEVEL ⠀ 003 ⠀ ━ ⠀ CAREER

STAGE NAME ⸻ ⠀ chiqui [ 치키 , 2013 ━ present ]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ╰── in spanish , chiqui means " short/small " and is often used as a nickname for small children. as a kid , yálitza was fairly small for her age , the girl only being the size of her mother's hand when she was born ( exaggerated ). growing up , " chiqui " became a common nickname within her family because no one thought she'd grow past 5'2 like her mother , despite her father being 6'5. however , when the girl got into middle school she began to grow an an absurd rate , her clothes being too small for her every other week. by the time she graduated she was 6'0 , and now as she's 25 , she's 6'2. yet , her family kept the nickname as it seemed ironic now , so yálitza used it as her stage name.

COMPANY ⸻ ⠀⠀ bighit labels ( HYBE )

YEARS ACTIVE ⸻ ⠀⠀ 2013 — present

GROUP ⸻ ⠀⠀ bangtan sonyeondan [ bts ]

POSITION[S] ⸻ ⠀⠀ rapper , dancer , vocalist , & center / face of group. ⠀ bonus ; translator.

TRAINING PERIOD ⸻ ⠀⠀10 years [ 2004 — 2013 ]

DEBUT DATE ⸻ ⠀⠀ october 1 , 2013

DEBUT AGE ⸻ ⠀⠀ 14 [ kor ] ⠀ & ⠀ 13 [ int ]

SOLO DEBUT DATE ⸻ ⠀⠀ march 4 , 2014

ESTIMATED NET WORTH ⸻ ⠀⠀ $105 million usd

SIGNATURE ⸻

ENDORSEMENTS ⸻ ⠀⠀ coach ( 2019 — present ). gucci ( 2021 — present ). victoria secrets ( 2021 — present ). glossier ( 2018 — present ). kate spade ( 2017 — present ). WNBA ( 2015 — present).

REPRESENTATIVES ⸻ ⠀⠀ 🐇. 🪶. 🐚

SOLO FANDOM NAME ⸻ ⠀⠀ corals

TWITTER ⸻ ⠀⠀ bts_twt ⠀ chichii

INTAGRAM ⸻ ⠀⠀ bts.bighitoffical ⠀ quiiqui

TIKTOK ⸻ ⠀⠀ bts_official_bighit ⠀ yalitrii

LEVEL ⠀ 004 ⠀ ━ ⠀ PERSONAL

MBTI ⸻ ⠀⠀ infp

POSITIVE TRAITS ⸻ ⠀⠀ introverted. creative. idealistic. quiet. open minded. imaginative. reflective.

NEGATIVE TRAITS ⸻ ⠀⠀ isolation. self-sabotage. perfectionist. procrastinator. unfocused. easy burnout.

LIKES ⸻ ⠀⠀ her cats [ mainecoon ]. her dog [ dachshund ]. anime. manga. manhwas. comics. novels. fashion. shopping. korean barbecue. japanese street food. producing. basketball. volleyball. soccer. visiting her island. cooking. performing. reptiles.

DISLIKES ⸻ ⠀⠀ broccoli. sushi. men [ /j ]. misogynists. terfs. white feminists. white people [ /hj ]. zionists. pro-israelis. megan thee stallion haters. spiders. green tea. meditating. alcohol. being late. the feeling of unproductive. mosquitos. crickets.

HOBBIES ⸻ ⠀⠀ watching anime. reading mangas. using twitter as like a journal for every little thing. writing. drawing. reading. playing the drums or electric guitar. basketball. football. volleyball. soccer. baseball. live streaming her gameplays.

HABBITS ⸻ ⠀⠀ swearing in spanish , arawak , or english. making random noises. dozing off. getting really jittery when overstimulated. cracking her knuckles. hitting people when laughing. twirling her hair.

INDUSTRY FRIENDS ⸻ ⠀⠀ all of e’last. all of new jeans. megan thee stallion soloist. beomhan soloist. all of itzy. all of kep1er. all of KARD. all of txt. flo milli soloist. monaleo soloist. glorilla soloist. joji soloist. kali uchis soloist. all of p1harmony. all of black swan. kitty chicha actress. jenna ortega actress. melissa barrera actress. bad bunny soloist. all of xdinary heroes. all of KATSEYE. mitski soloist. all of riize. all of boynextdoor. all of zerobaseone. all of 2NE1. taemin of shinee. all of aespa. all of XG. lisa of blackpink.

KNOWN FOR ⸻ ⠀⠀ debuting in a predominantly male group. being the face of the biggest kpop group. admitting her nepotism on live television. blunt personality. calling hybe and bighit out on their bullshit. being a feminist & misandrist [ joke ]. being an activist. getting arrested for protests. assaulting paparazzi on multiple occasions for harassment of her members. being protective over jungkook since they grew up together. being on multiple variety shows , including her mothers. being 4th and 5th gen’s mentor. always going live on her instagram. hosting free fan meets in puerto rico. throwing " girls night parties " with a bunch of female idols every month. having instagram for her pets.

FAMILY MEMBERS ⸻

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀mother : annálysse dimítri — kyung ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birthdate : july 4 , 1969 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀age : 55 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birth place : carolina , puerto rico ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ethnicity : taíno ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀occupation : variety show host / ex-ufc boxing trainer ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀residence : seoul , south korea ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀relationship status : married [ since 1985 ]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀father : dimítri — kyung dawei ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birthdate : february 14 , 1972 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀age : 52 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birth place : busan , south korea ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ethnicity : asian ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀occupation : architect / ex-ufc boxing trainer ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀residence : seoul , south korea ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀relationship status : married [ since 1985 ]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀brother : dimítri — kyung chan ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birthdate : december 31 , 1989 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀age : 35 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birth place : busan , south korea ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ethnicity : asian—hispanic ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀occupation : kindergarten teacher ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀residence : busan , south korea ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀relationship status : married [ since 2014 ]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀brother : dimítri — kyung devin ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birthdate : november 15 , 1990 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀age : 34 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birth place : san juan , puerto rico ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ethnicity : asian—hispanic ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀occupation : ufc boxer ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀residence : seoul , south korea ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀relationship status : single

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀brother : dimítri — kyung liko ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birthdate : june 9 , 1992 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀age : 32 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birth place : san juan , puerto rico ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ethnicity : asian—hispanic ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀occupation : clothing brand ceo ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀residence : tokyo , japan ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀relationship status : single

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀brother : dimítri — kyung haneul ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birthdate : october 21 , 1993 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀age : 31 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birth place : san juan , puerto rico ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ethnicity : asian—hispanic ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀occupation : graphic designer for " estrella pop " ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀residence : trujillo alto , puerto rico ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀relationship status : married [ since 2017 ]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀brother : dimítri — kyung sungjin ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birthdate : october 31 , 1994 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀age : 30 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birth place : san juan , puerto rico ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ethnicity : asian—hispanic ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀occupation : a-list western actor ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀residence : new york , united states ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀relationship status : single

#chiqui biography #bts added member #bts addition #bts army #bts oc #bts 8th member #kpop idol oc #kpop added member #kpop addition #kpop female oc #bts female addition #bts female member #bts female oc #fictional idol community #fictional idol oc

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By: Akhtar Makoii

Published: May 20, 2024

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Defiant acts of celebration broke out in Iran as state television broadcasted footage of mourning following the death of president Ebrahim Raisi in a helicopter crash.

Fireworks were set off in several cities on Monday night and some people posted videos of themselves dancing in the streets early on Tuesday.

However, the open displays of celebration were limited as dissent is often met with a strict crackdown by the hardline regime.

In one video showing fireworks, a woman’s voice can be heard saying: “People are rejoicing at the downfall of Raisi.”

“People are celebrating and I congratulate the president’s death,” said another man over another clip. “I hope the rest of them die too.”

People in the capital Tehran told The Telegraph there was a heavy presence of armed security forces in several neighbourhoods.

“I went up to the roof last night, and there were fireworks in several parts of the city,” a resident of Karaj, near the capital Tehran, said.

“I also heard people chanting ‘death to the dictator’ somewhere close by,” he added.

Many Iranians celebrated in secret and some people told the Telegraph they stayed awake waiting for “good news to come out of the mountains”.

“I was on my phone all night and when I finally saw the news, I jumped from bed and started dancing,” a man in Tehran said.

“I went to a nearby shop, and it was incredible. The shopkeeper, whom I know, gave me a free cigarette and said, ‘Let’s hope for more crashes like this’,” he said.

The mother of a Kurdish prisoner executed earlier this year posted a video of herself dancing upon hearing the news of Raisi’s death.

A shopkeeper in central Isfahan said he experienced a surge in selling sweets on Monday as people “keep coming to celebrate”.

“It’s very strange and good, people come and congratulate me for the death of Raisi,” he said. “It’s been a long time since I saw something like this.”

“Many are hiding their happiness because they are afraid of government spies and worried about the subsequent consequences,” he added.

On Monday afternoon, state TV continued to broadcast scenes of mourning and tearful individuals.

“I don’t know what to say,” said a crying man. “I’m shocked, and I hope God helps people in these grieving times,” said another.

“He lost his life while serving the nation, which made me very sad,” said a man in a mosque where people had gathered to mourn. “He held a special place in people’s hearts.”

Mourning songs and live footage of memorials played continuously on several state channels.

Many changed their logos to black and aired tributes about how “beloved and close to the people the martyred president” was, highlighting that he lost his life on the “flight of service”.

“The president set new benchmarks for good governance, and we hope his legacy continues,” a presenter said. “He accomplished significant feats and would have achieved even more if given more time.”

“He was a soldier of the Supreme Leader, and anyone who respected the Supreme Leader respected him as well. He was dedicated to the development of Iran,” an analyst said on state TV.

Iran’s president and his foreign minister were confirmed dead after the helicopter they were travelling in crashed in a mountainous region during bad weather on Sunday evening.

Rescuers reached the wreckage early Monday morning after a desperate search mission hampered by rain, fog and snow.

Mr Raisi won Iran’s closely stage-managed 2021 presidential election, a vote marked by the lowest turnout in the Islamic Republic’s history.

His victory brought all branches of power under the control of hardliners, after eight years in which the presidency had been held by Hassan Rouhani, a pragmatist who entered into a nuclear deal with Washington.

“These three years of Raisi were like a nightmare,” said a woman in her late 20s in northwestern Mashhad, Raisi’s hometown.

“I do not expect any big change to happen now, at least we can hope,” she added.

Under the code name “Noor” or “light” in Farsi, the Islamic Republic has intensified a clampdown on anyone violating its draconian female dress codes.

To the Iranian people, who've suffered under this monster, congratulations.

#iran #the butcher of tehran #butcher of tehran #ebrahim raisi #Eli Copter #free iran #woman life freedom #islamic republic of iran #iranian regime #iranian revolution #iran protests #islamic regime #islam #religion is a mental illness #Youtube

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omegaremix · 4 months ago

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September 15 & 16, 2022.

Cold Waves X. It was a four-month wait from purchase to admission. I owed it to myself to go because goddamn it I’m a fucking industrialist. How should I even miss an opportunity to go to Brooklyn’s Warsaw and be around my type of people that are almost non-existent on Long Island? Plus, Paul Barker, Chris Connelly, and Front 242 would be there. It would be the third and final show of the year I’d attend, capping off a amazing run that started with Boy Harsher in April and continued with Sacred Bones 15th Anniversary (May).

Never had I traveled to New York City on back-to-back days. But the money spent on tickets and round-trip train fare was doubly worth it. I was met with two almost-perfect days of blue skies, white clouds, and nice leveled temperatures. Two days of driving westward on the Long Island Expressway, down Sagtikos Parkway, through Southern State to Rt. 231, and heading south to Rt. 27A to the Babylon stop to Penn Station with alphabet and number lines back and forth to boot, followed by breezy night drives down 27A and Sunrise Highway / Rt. 27 at 3AM. A sense of perfect pitch-black quiet and normalcy waited at the end as a response to two days of unforgettable acts.

No journey to Brooklyn and back wasn’t without being drenched in heavy sweat traversing through subway lines, race-walking on the broken concrete, and standing in one spot for five hours. I’d meet an older gentleman in his Seventies who, like me on Friday’s half, wore a Killing Joke shirt. His debut album to my “Turn To Red”. I’d meet some pretty interesting characters at the stations including a Tommy Conte look-a-like smootching his boyfriend, an Asian girl in a purple dress who’s thigh was bloodied and bandaged, hot wicked pale leatherettes, and a boyfriend who boarded the ‘E’ line with his girlfriend who was literally covered with deep red hickeys from neck to chest.

It was an event incomparable to the Sacred Bones’ showcase before it, or the ten-hour endurance test that was Hospital Productions’ 20th Anniversary. A double-headed victory, nonetheless. And I have the tracklist to prove it:

Male Tears: “Dealer”

Bedbug: “Songs About Ghosts”

Gauche: “Cycles”

Smash Your Enemies: “Faithless”

Courtney Love (indie): “Stripmine”

Axe Rash: “Bury Your Way Out”

Curse Mackey: “After You, Destruction”

Ducks Ltd.: “Sheets Of Grey”

Gauche: “Boom Hazard”

Nick Klein: “A Bundle And Some Speakers”

JPEGMAFIA: “The 27 Club”

Beirut: “So Slowly”

Dead Leaf Echo: “Milk.blue.kisses (Foil In Motion)”

Marine Girls: “On My Mind”

Katy & Nick: “Dinner Line”

Pom Pom Squad: “Popular”

Thanks For Coming: “Hard Drive”

Male Tears: “2AM”

Traps PS: “Prim Dancer”

7 Year Bitch: “You Smell Lonely”

Mediaslaves: “%”

Restraining Order: “Upper Class Bum”

Revolting Cocks: “Get Down” (EXT)

Old Iron: “Planetisimal”

Courtney Love: “My Last Night”

Television Personalities: “Happy Families”

Soda Lilies: “At Night” (demo)

Paper Dollhouse: “Emeralds”

Marbled Eye: “New Crease”

Male Tears: “Hit Me”

Silent Servant: “Slasher”

Siouxsie & The Banshees: “Party’s Fall”

Katy & Nick: “Sailor”

Kaputt: “Accordion”

Guerilla Toss: “Famously Alive”

Television Personalities: "Posing At The Roundhouse”

Totally Unicorn: “Dead Before A Live Audience”

Infinity Land: “Small Town Ritual Abuse”

DJ Muggs & Riggs: “Heads On The Wall”

Acumen Nation: “Gun Lover”

Mess: “F.T.W.”

JPEGMAFIA: “What’s Crackin”

Michael Berdan: “Combat Shock (Sentimental About the Taste of Gun Oil)“

Breakfast Muff: "Crocodile”

Mr. Elevator: “I Am The Moon”

Belk: “Question Of Stress”

Fight Amp: “Ex Everything”

Spike Hellis: “Rook”

Baby Strange: “Midnight”

Smirk: “Irrelevant Man”

Vandal Moon: “Young. Deadly. Beautiful”

Exek: “ID'ed”

Akitsa: “Vers La Victoire”

Happy Meals / Free Love: “May You Be The Mother”

Sunrot: “21%”

Vandal Moon: “Queen Of The Night”

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A musical analysis of Animaniacs

The music in Animaniacs, at least in my humble opinion, is one of the strongest and most notible attributes of the show. Music is so attached to the brand of Animaniacs, and I honestly believe that the show wouldn't be as iconic and prevelent in our pop culture if it wasn't for its score.

To understand just how much music impacts the legacy of this show, we have to first understand the man who was behind all of the iconic tunes we know and love.

This is Richard Stone. Born in Philadelphia in 1953, Stone is a composer who graduated from Jacob's School Of Music in Indiana. After graduating, he moved out west to LA to compose music for various shows and movies such as Northshore and Ferris Bueller's Day Off.

Eventually, in the late 80s, he would sign a contract with Amblin Entertainment to compose the music for Tiny Toons, Animaniacs, Freakazoid and all the other Speilberg Cartoons that were coming out in the 90s. Stone would go on to win several emmy awards for his composition of Animamiacs, winning in catagories such as "outstanding music direction and composition" and "outstanding original song". With such a talented composer at first base, its no wonder that the music in Animaniacs is of such high quality.

So how exactly does Animaniacs' soundtrack seperate itself from other cartoons of its kind? For starters, every episode is composed with a complete original soundtrack, conducted all under the talented Richard Stone. No soundtrack is ever reused, ever; every episode's score is completly unique to fit the tone of the story.

There are a couple noteworthy soundcues that are present in a majority of episodes. For example, that four note melody that plays at the beginning and end of most episodes (it's the one that plays when the WB logo is shown in the intro). Supposedly, the short melody is set to the lyrics "I'm-Rich-ard-stone" after the name of the composer.

Another notable detail about Animaniacs' score is the heavy usage of the xylophone.

I kid you not, there is not a single soundtrack throughout the entirety of Animaniacs (as well as every other Speilberg cartoon) that does NOT utilize the xylophone in some way. The xylophone most often plays when a character runs in or out of frame, or when a character does a specific action. Stone loved to incorperate the xylophone into the show.

Now let's talk about the song numbers in Animaniacs, 'cause oh boy, there is a bunch! The song numbers in Animaniacs are handled with such care and attention; it's amazing how far the writers went to putting so many layers and detail into the lyrics of these catchy tunes.

Take Yakko's World for example, which is probably the most famous musical number from the show. The entire song is just Yakko naming every single country of the world while pointing at a map. It's so simple, but the song is so effective at acheiving it's messege: to teach the audience (mainly children in elementary school) about the nations of the world.

You'll be surprised at how educational these song numbers are. The majority of these songs were implemented into the show as a sneaky way of abiding by the Children's Television Act that was put in place in the 90s. While these songs were mostly written as a requirement by the network, the quality and care was still put into these simple songs to make them good. They didn't have to do this, but they did it anyway for the sake of quality. It's the small details like these that make me appreciate just how clever and witty the writer's of this show were.

Now, you might be asking yourselves: how do I percieve the music of this show as a fan? In all honesty, I have nothing but respect for Richard Stone and all the talented song writers and musicians that worked to create such a spectacular and clever score for Animaniacs. The music they made will truly stand the test of time. Without their creative imput, Animaniacs wouldn't be nearly as iconic and memorable as it is.

Thank you Richard Stone. May you rest in peace.

#yaksalot yaks #animaniacs #music #analysis #info dump #seriously tho Yakko's World is the best song from the show and no one can change my mind #long post

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heavy eyes, shimmering lights | robert fischer x reader

summary: "i had all and then most of you, some and now, none of you." (1k)

tags/warnings: song fic ish, canon-divergent, ambigious plot about reader, ehh pretty angsty, there's definitely some yearning, dreaming, pretty boy rich boy robert fischer from the movie inception (2010), half proofread, i havent been writing this is pretty rusty a/n: shoutout to chris nolan and his college years lucid dreaming

The nights are longer than the days, surprisingly for Robert.

In the office, it's all just consistent frigid conference rooms with tepid conversations about a stakeholder's status. A dry joke accompanied by dry laughs. Leaving fingerprints on the glass table. Reading the same corporate vocabulary on screens and prints. Drinking the same brew of coffee on the same mug. The same headache at around 3 o'clock.

Maybe it changes once in a while, Uncle Peter coming in and opening the whiskey that's only ever touched by Uncle Peter. Robert gives in and drinks what's poured in his glass, he leans back on his chair, he watches and listens to his uncle on the apparently ergonomic sofa. Something about the investment on earth elements.

Robert gets one last cup of coffee for the day, but this time on a to-go cup, and leaves the building as the sun sets. His driver greets him and he greets back. He arrives at his penthouse's building. Robert thanks and bids the driver goodbye for the day.

There's not much he does once he's home for the day. He lives alone, he doesn't have a pet, he doesn't have anyone to call nor to come over. It's quiet and empty.

Robert changes into softer clothes, much softer in comparison to the thousand dollar, special tailored suits. He cooks himself dinner. He eats the said dinner on his nice couch and turns on the grand television. He stops flicking through the channels when he stumbles upon the National Geographic, an episode about domesticated cats, it seems. Robert likes cats, he thinks, he's pretty sure he isn't allergic. He should maybe get a cat.

He forgets that he almost did get a cat, once.

The dishes are clean, the kitchen is kept tidy, he disregards the bottle of wine that's sitting on the counter he recently got as a gift from a distant aunt. Something about a dream vineyard and Maurice.

He stays in the living room and grabs one of the books on the coffee table. That coffee table with a few books scattered on it is one of the only unwinded parts in his house, anywhere else you look you'd think it's a new purchase from a real estate magazine. Robert attempts to read a few more after his third page, but his eyes are growing heavier and heavier.

Next thing he knows, he's in the shower.

The water runs through his body but he's aware of the steam clouding the bathroom. The glass walls are fogged, and his hair is thoroughly rinsed. Robert turns off the shower and steps on the rug, reaching for his towel. He messily dried off his hair as he heard a voice from outside the bathroom door.

"Bobby! The popcorn's ready, come on!"

The towel is wrapped around his waist as he goes on to step outside the bathroom, flicking the lightswitch off on his way. He calls out, "Coming, sweetie!" as he quickly put the clothes that were laid out on the bed. Robert smiled to himself.

He makes his way down to the living room. The only light sources were from the city beyond the glass walls and the big television. Robert sees you on the couch, bundled up in the adorned fleece blanket with a bowl of popcorn on your lap. You lift the blanket up for the space right next to you, beckoning him to sit exactly right there.

"Missed you, cuddlebug." You say. He smiles.

"Missed you more, darling." It slips out so naturally from his lips, the sweet pet names. He feels his chest narrow, for some reason.

Robert takes the space beside you, his hips and thighs touching yours. He crosses his legs under the blanket and puts his arm behind your back, his hand reaching your right shoulder. You rest your head by his collarbone as you press play on the remote. He naturally presses a kiss on your forehead.

"You smell nice." You cozy up to him, eyes set on the screen. The colors illuminate against your faces, and Robert can imagine how your eyes would glimmer in the brightness.

"Used your soap." He hummed as he heard the crunch of popcorn. You only let out a sound of amusement as you continued watching the movie.

Robert looks down and reaches for your free right hand. He caresses the back of your hand with his thumb. The softness made him warm all of a sudden.

An ambulance's red and blue lights were bright enough to catch Robert's eye. He follows it through his vision as it traverses to a farther place. A sudden movement against his lap takes his attention back to what's in front of him.

You set the bowl of popcorn on your side as the white cat stretches across his thigh and yours, and you coo. "Hello, sweet baby." You pet the back of its ears. Robert then also pets the cat on its back, feeling its soft, white fur.

"You have me, don't you Robert?" You say without looking at him, continuing to give the cat your attention.

It catches Robert off guard, furrowing his brows. "What was that?"

"I mean," The white cat curls up on your lap and closes its eyes. "You have some of me." You turn your head to your left, though not meeting his eyes and kiss the side of his neck. He didn't feel tickled, he's surprised.

"What?" He's confused and looks at you, meeting your eyes. They're looking right back.

"Do you have me, Robert?" He first thought that it felt weird that you were calling him Robert.

"Robert?" You put your hand on his cheek—

His eyes open and feels an abnormal pulse on his chest. There's sweat on the back of his neck and goosebumps against his soft sweater. The sky is still dark and the lights of the city shimmer against his eyes. They still feel heavy.

The book rests by his abdomen, leaving some pages creased. He picks it up, correcting the pages to normal and closes the book.

A small white paper sticks out from the edge.

"You have me, Robert. I love you." It has written.

He had you, he remembers. But now, it seems that he doesn't anymore.

#robert fischer x reader

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