#((I needed to vent some more chaotic dramatic energy))

[queenharumiura]

Hibari or Yamamoto?

MAKE ME CHOOSE BETWEEN: [Hibari] or [Yamamoto] ||Accepting||

FIRST OFF-

That's like asking me to choose between TYE Haru and TYL Haru.

Why do this me. HOW do this to me. WHO U?

Aesthetics-wise I really like the both of them. Hibari, slightly more so. Edge-wise, loooooooooookkkk I really love them both. When Yamamoto gets all serious? HOH GOD. Don't get me started. Hibari when he's all 'i'll kill everything in my path' phewwww don't tell me how to have a good time.

Why are Hibari and Yamamoto both tied for third place, you ask? Because both of them are characters I disliked at the start but then it took one scene and I instantly went: JK I LOVE THEM NOW.

Notice something? It's the same thing that happened to me with Haru. That's why they're all top 3 LOLOLOLOLOL Coincidentally, all three of them are Taurus.

It's the Taurus trio!

Look-- I really love both of them. Why would you do this to me? I love them equally. You quite literally don't understand. IF there was a Yamamoto out there that was more active, I will become a professional 'i'm in your notifications like a never ending headache'. Yamamoto is just a friendly guy and easy to talk to.

Hibari is a bit harder to befriend but if you manage it, it's a very fun time speaking from past RP experience. I picked up Hibari because the one I was very fond of left, so I filled in the gap for myself. I could pick up Yamamoto, but I associate him with old blogs that I was fond of and I don't have the confidence to play such a puppy.

Don't get me started on how much i'd cry if I found one that I can actively throw at. Don't. get. me. started. I REALLY adore Yamamoto because he reminds me of the friend who pulled me into KHR (she also cosplayed Yams, and Dino! I was her Hibari ahahahahhahh we don't talk about that)

All this to say that I can't really choose between them, but for the sake of my sanity, I'll pretend the question asks 'which would you rather muse, Hibari or Yamamoto?' I choose Hibari.

I'd honestly love to muse Yamamoto and I did consider it, but it just... doesn't feel right in my heart of hearts.

[dewdropdinosaur]

Bound to Break Boundaries

HUSK X READER Summary: Y/N is the Hotel's desk clerk but in reality the unofficaly therapy friend. But even therapy friends need therapy so what happens when Y/N gets fed up? Warnings: Mentions of therapy and alcohol. Rating-PG For the amazing @gxstiess Also part inspired by @irkimatsu blurbs which I adore 😅 Requests Open - See Masterlist for Details

In the heart of Hell, the Hazbin Hotel stood as a beacon of hope for the damned. Within its eccentric and chaotic walls, there was one individual everyone turned to when their sins and sorrows weighed too heavily: Y/N, the hotel's front desk clerk but in reality the unofficial therapist. Her room, cluttered with mismatched furniture and flickering candles, was a sanctuary where demons came to unload their burdens.

Every day, Y/N listened to the rants of the hotel's inhabitants. The hotel's ragtag group of residents had come to see her as a beacon of calm and understanding amidst their endless turmoil. Every day, demons and lost souls would seek her out, eager to unload their problems and frustrations. Whether it was Angel Dust's relentless complaints about his latest escapades or Alastor's cryptic musings, Y/N listened with unwavering patience, offering advice and a compassionate ear.

Yet, as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, the weight of everyone else's problems began to take its toll on Y/N. She was always there for them, always ready to help, but no one ever seemed to notice when she was struggling. The endless cycle of listening and advising started to wear her down, chipping away at her own sense of well-being. A day will typically contain the following: 

Angel Dust comes bursting into the room, dramatically throwing himself onto a couch. "Y/N! You would not believe the day I've had! That slimeball Valentino tried to mess with one of my gigs again. Ugh, he just can't leave me alone!"

"I'm sorry to hear that, Angel. What happened this time?"

"He sent one of his goons to 'remind' me who I belong to. Can you believe that? I told him where he could stick his reminders, but it's getting exhausting."

"I know it's tough dealing with him. Have you thought about what boundaries you can set or how you can stay out of his way more?"

"Boundaries? In Hell? Ha! You're a real optimist, Y/N."

Or something like this: 

"Y/N, I'm really struggling to keep everyone's spirits up. I just want to help everyone find a better path, but sometimes it feels like no matter what I do, it's not enough. Do you think I'm doing the right thing?" Charlie cries into one of the soft pillows Y/N keeps on the “therpay” couch. 

"Charlie, you have such a big heart and you're doing your best. It's natural to feel overwhelmed sometimes, especially with a task as monumental as this."

"Thanks, Y/N. It's just hard to keep going when it feels like we're making so little progress."

"Small steps can lead to big changes. Don't lose hope."

Or like this: 

“Y/N, I can't stand it anymore! Alastor is driving me up the wall with his constant meddling. How am I supposed to keep things under control with him always undermining me?"

"That sounds really difficult, Vaggie. Have you tried talking to him directly about how you feel?"

"I have, but he just laughs it off or turns it into some twisted joke. It's infuriating!” 

"Mybe we can come up with a different strategy together. You shouldn’t have to handle it alone."

One evening, as the sky burned a deeper crimson and the hotel hummed with restless energy, Y/N found herself overwhelmed. Vaggie had stormed into her room, venting about Charlie's latest overly optimistic scheme. Before she could even catch her breath, Niffty appeared, anxiously rambling about a mess she couldn’t clean up. When Angel Dust burst in, dramatically recounting another altercation, Y/N felt her patience snap.

“I can’t take this anymore!” she finally exclaimed, her voice shaking. “I’m not a bottomless pit for everyone’s problems. I need a break!”

There had always been one person in the hotel who never seemed to darken Y/N’s doorstep or in this case, therapy couch. Husk tended to keep to himself, serving also as a pseudo therapist for the more alcholically inclined patrons of the Hotel. Maybe he could offer some advice, because he never seemed to tire of other’s issues at least that s how it seemed to Y/N. 

"I told you, kid, I ain't interested in your therapy sessions. But if you must know, the bar's been low on stock, and running this joint is a pain in the tail. Happy?"

"I understand, Husk. Running the bar is a lot of responsibility, and it sounds like you're dealing with a lot of stress."

"Shut up with the therapy crap. Just gotta keep pouring the drinks and hope for the best."

With a sigh and a deep sip of a glass of some strange amber liquid she didn’t bother asking the name of, Y/N softly spoke up. 

"Husk, I don't know how much more of this I can take. Everyone just keeps unloading on me, and it feels like no one even notices that I might need a break too."

"You've been everyone's rock for so long, kid. It's okay to need a break yourself."

"But who am I supposed to talk to when I’m the one feeling down?"

He poured himself a drink and took a sip, his gaze thoughtful. “You’re a good kid, Y/N. Too good for this place sometimes. But even good people need to look after themselves. Otherwise, you’ll just end up as broken as the rest of us. I ain’t too good at the advice part but I am here to listen if you need it kid.”

The unexpected comfort in Husk’s words brought a lump to Y/N’s throat. She hadn’t realized how much she needed someone to tell her it was okay to take care of herself. “Thanks, Husk. I really needed to hear that.”

He gave a gruff nod. “Anytime, kid. Now, drink up and take a damn break. Let someone else handle the chaos for a while.”

Y/N smiled, a genuine, relieved smile, and raised her glass. “To boundaries and breaks.”

Husk clinked his glass against hers. “To keeping our sanity, one drink at a time.”

As she took a sip, she felt the weight on her shoulders lighten, just a little. For tonight, at least, she could breathe easier, knowing she wasn’t alone in this hellish hotel. And maybe, just maybe, she could find the strength to set her own limits and reclaim a bit of peace amid the chaos.

[densi-mber]

Densi-mber Day 3 Prompt

A/N: It’s been exactly a year since I last wrote something but Densi-mber always awakens my creativity. I feel like the story is a little but slow at the beginning, that it needs more dialogue. I’ll try to work on that for the next one.

Thank you for another year of Densi-mber¡ And thank you for reading¡

Set on early seasons, maybe 3-4. 

***

Kensi’s day has been horrible. The morning started by missing her alarm to then realize that there was no coffee at home. Traffic was chaotic, as usual, which meant that she was later than she already was. Which also meant that Callen and Sam would mess with her all day. When Kensi arrived at the bullpen, it was too late to go to the gym; she really needed to vent off some stress from the past days, but that had to wait.

It was a slow day at OSP, as they had kind of lost the direction on the case. No one left to question, no place left to investigate. So the team focused on reviewing evidence they had been collecting for the past month, to see if there was something they missed. The mood was heavy as the case was staring to wear on them. To make it even worse, Deeks was reclaimed at LAPD at the beginning of the week.

If he was there, they could have had fun at least.

It was Kensi’ turn to buy lunch (as she was late this morning), so she spent another precious hour and a half stuck at traffic to find her favorite place closed. Another failure on her day. She hurried back to the sushi bar that was near the Mission, they ate quietly and began to work again.

But it seemed that the day was slowly getting better, as she received a message from Deeks saying that he would be back tomorrow. Kensi tried to hide the smile that the news put in her face but, fast enough, she came up with a (lame) excuse when the boys asked her. They began to tease her all over again, of course.

Once again, Thursday was trying to beat her and rain started pounding when they were leaving home. Kensi did like rain, but that meant even more traffic and that she couldn’t stop to have her favorite burger, as she would make it home too late and too exhausted to buy very much needed groceries.

When she arrived Walmart, she began collecting the necessary to make it to the weekend at least, paid and ran directly to the car, as rain was getting heavier. When she finished loading the Audi, she was soaked, hungry and tired.

The best part of her day? When she turned on the ignition the car didn’t start. Kensi groaned slowly, resting her head on the steering wheel, and starting to shiver from her wet clothes. She stared at the blurred lights from the gas station next to Walmart when her phone began ringing, it was Deeks. Kensi knew he was going to tease her for weeks, but she really needed help.

“So, Kensi the Great can fix her car? Told you Cadillac wasn’t a good choice.” He hadn’t stepped completely in her car yet, but he couldn’t wait to have the time of his life taunting her.

“The smart-ass has definitely arrived. You’re here to help or to be another problem in my day?” She missed him.

“Well, my services as a mechanic has a price.” Well, she maybe didn’t miss him that much.

“I’m not paying you, you still owe me 10 bucks from that stupid bet about the ducks and the hens.” She looked at him threatening.

“No Kensalina, you know that money has no value at all. I want to have three wishes and I want you to say that I’m the best thing that happened to you in the whole day.” The smile on his face was getting bigger with every word.

Kensi turned her face to his, a stern look in her eyes. “You’re delusional.”

“Okay, then goodnight, I hope the tow truck doesn’t take long.”

“Okay, okay, fine.” She really had no energy left.

“Okay fine, what?”

“Oh my god, you’re so…”

“Goodnight Kens¡” He began to step out of her car, slowly, he was so dramatic sometimes.

“Wait¡ You’ll have your three wishes and I admit that you’re the best thing that happened to my in the whole day. Happy?”

“Very much.”

They tried to start the car several times, checked everywhere and they concluded that the only solution was the tow truck. The car has been having some misfires lately due to an accident during their last persecution. So they finally called the insurance and they waited patiently in the car. Deeks offered to grab something to eat and let her decide whether to have pizza or burger.

“You know, you really don’t have to wait, you can go home, I’m pretty sure you’re tired.”

“You think I’m letting my partner alone, sitting in a car in the middle of the night?”

“Aw, you missed me¡” Kensi knew she started a battle she couldn’t win.

“No, you missed me. Callen told me you were sad and moping all day in the bullpen. He said that you gave up caffeine and that you were too tired to even work out. Thinking about me all night must be very exhausting.” Oh that little bastard…

“First of all, that was not what happened, and second…”

“Secondly.” Deeks received another threatening look for interrupting her.

“It’s second.”

“Secondly.” God, he loved to push her. Worst of all? She enjoyed it.

They discussed while eating, sharing their week and waiting patiently in the car. After finishing her burger, Kensi began to feel once again the cold from her wet clothes. He realized that she started to shiver. As Deeks started to take of his hoodie, she stopped him.

“Deeks, it’s okay. I’m not even that cold, I got used to it already.” She felt numb, as if the fatigue had drained all her feelings.

“Kens, you’re soaking wet, why haven’t you said anything?” He looked really concerned this time. Deeks continued taking his hoodie off and handed it to her, turning so she could take off her jacket and t-shirt comfortably.

“Better?”

“Yeah, perfect.” She looked at him with a really weird smile. Half shy, half confidential. His heart skipped a beat.

“Thank you.” It was almost a whisper.

“You don’t need to thank me.”

“This was not in you contract. To help me at any time, to buy me dinner or to give me your hoodie, that wasn’t what you’ve signed up for.” They had a better partnership than what they had at the beginning. Yet, that didn’t mean that they had to be available for each other for things like this. Her more professional part had to remind herself that statement most of the time.

“No it is not. But I do it because we’re friends. I do it because you get really cute when you’re angry. And most importantly, I do it because you would do the same for me. We’re here for each other, we’re not just partners. Or I like to think that at least.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I’m just not used to have someone like this.” After all, both were lonely and both new that their relationship was special. They were just not ready to admit it yet, or knew how to do it without having consequences.

They spent another night in her couch, talking for hours and laughing about how incorrect were the procedures in crime TV shows. Her day definitely got so much better.

*Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language. J

[sandandlightning]

Good afternoon! If you don't mind me asking, how did you first approach Lucifer and what is He like? I've worked with Set for most of my life and always felt a tug at the Luciferian current but something always kept me away. I find myself drifting back to the LHP after many years and something about your posts resonated with me. Would you be open to a dialogue? Have a great day!

I would absolutely be open to a dialogue! That is why I made this blog- in case any of my experiences happen to be helpful to others ^^

I was very intimidated by working with infernal divinities and LHP dork for a long time, but once I started working with them I found I didn't need to be- both in terms of the deities themselves and from the community of people working with them.

I did not start off my foray into lucifarian work working with Lucifer himself. Initially I meditated on lesser Goetic demons I felt close to. The first 'big' presence I encountered was actually Leviathan- after initially working with Bune they informed me how long Leviathan had actually been present in my life. From there it was sort of a matter of working with different minor or 'less scary' entities and being introduced to bigger more intimidating ones. Set himself helped with this process and encouraged me along this path.

I made the jump to reaching out to Lucifer directly on the spring equinox, which Demonolatry practices often holds as a holiday for him. I approached him by meditating on his enn with music, sort of putting myself out there to see what happened (a process that has seen me reel in a completely different entity than the one I was originally reach out to) but he responded almost immediately. YT music played into a song titled 'fallen angel' immediately and I was honestly shocked at how fast and on the nose it was.

He is exceptionally friendly and very empahetic- (I'm sorry, I need you to know he says hi, the aforementioned song just came on as I was writing this post) and he is very good at helping with feeling your feelings without guilt. If you have a history of trauma he will aggressively adopt you, especially if it is parental related.

My initial encounter with him had him venting a bit, in a sense- it was like he was trying to tell his side of the story. There was a lot of anger and sadness, but never at me, rather a general upset at injustice in the world that had afflicted both of us. It did not feel like some dramatic lamentation either, rather the odd familiar feeling of being a teenager, laying on the floor of a friends basement at 2 am in the summer, a video game still paused as you both got distracted just talking about life for hours. That part of the encounter was also surprisingly brief, before it organically moved on to more positive things, focusing on the good parts of the present rather than dwelling on the pain of the past.

If you were to completely remove him from his original context he would be purely a deity of the arts and creativity, like one of the muses or perhaps akin to Khnum or a less practical Ptah. I make and sell crafts and engage in more traditional art mediums on occasion and he gets SO EXCITED. He just wants people to make things. It is impossible to worry about if you are 'wasting time on a hobby' or 'something not productive', he will always reaffirm that the urge to make neat little bobbles because we can, to sing and dance for the sake of the act and not a performance, is what makes us human, and should be celebrated.

In a way there is a similar sort of energy to Set, in that there is this super intimidating air when they are being seen from a distance, but then this Big Scary Deity looks at you and makes the worst dad joke you ever heard and you can't help but feel at ease suddenly. Set is definitely more chaotic, Lucifer always feels very peaceful and serene, but gets easily excited. I think the biggest difference is Set, for me, has a baseline 'destructive' energy (not in a bad way, but in a, the desert is barren, death is a natural part of life, rain hell upon thy enemies sort of way, wrapped up in a healthy dose of that trickster flair.) where as Lucifer has a 'creation' energy. In my experience they get along extremely well.

Anyway sorry for long post >> hope this helps! Feel free to ask more/anything else/tell me to be more concise XD

[alyss01]

|[Meeting his friends]|

[corpse husband x GN!reader]

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Genre: fluff

Word count: 1.3K

Requested: no

Synopsis: you get to meet Corpse's friends when he introduces you with a game of among us. He is there the whole time to calm your nerves and you calm his own by being there with him.

Warning: nothing

A/n: I don't know why but I thought this could be a really cute scenario. I'm still not used to writing short one shots instead of long fanfictions but I think I'm improving. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

Masterlist

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His fans had known for awhile that Corpse had found someone in his life. Probably about a week before he had made it official, although he of course left out your identity.

Ever since his friends had been teasing him about it when he joined a game. He'd usually wave them off with a laugh as the game started, and usually they'd stop about it.

Until a couple of days ago when Sean joined the lobby.

"So when will we meet them?" Rae asked him as dramatic gasps could be heard from Sean's end of the call. It was his first time joining after the news came out, "so the rumours were true! You replaced Sykunno and me!"

Sykunno gasped as Corpse quickly answered, "I could never, you guys know that."

When he killed Sean later that game as imposter he received an earful at the end of it, "first you cheat on Sykunno and me, and then you murder us!" Sean dramatically exclaimed as the lobby erupted in laughter.

You had of course not been blind to the obvious requests. After Corpse had told the world about you, you had made a separate instagram account where you hilariously posted your own version of Corpse's pictures.

It started with a sandwich perfectly wrapped in tin foil as a taunt to his frustrations but it has spiralled out of control. Although it was all in good fun of course.

Now you sat on Corpse's lap as he had his arms wrapped around your waist. Your hands on the keyboard and Corpse explaining to you how everything worked. Not that you needed it because he would be here the whole time anyway, but you felt more comfortable knowing how everything worked.

No one knew you were joining the lobby today and Corpse started the stream off casually as he introduced you to his chat.

You were nervous of course, but Corpse's arms across your waist and his breath in your neck calmed you. Ironically Corpse himself was also very nervous despite knowing his friends were incredibly supportive of his relationship, and the two of you comforted each other.

Corpse was comforted by holding you against him on his lap, and you were comforted by his presence alone.

His hands typed away on the keyboard as he started among us and joined the lobby while simultaneously joining the call in discord.

"Corpse!" Sykunno piped up immediately when Corpse joined the lobby and greeted the people inside. He couldn't hide the smile in his voice as he spoke, "Hi sykunno, by the way I have to introduce a very special person."

He laughed as the lobby was filled with dramatic gasps. You couldn't stifle your laugh either and immediately the lobby quieted at your voice.

"Uhm hey!" You awkwardly greeted the others, you had spoken with Rae before over instagram so it was comforting to know you knew at least someone in the lobby already.

Corpse squeezed his arms around you in reassurance as the voices broke out in the call. Many asked you questions and after a couple of minutes Corpse came in between and the game started.

You played instead of corpse, who was explaining to you what to do and when to do things. The first meeting was called and you observed the chaotic energy that immediately overtook the lobby.

Toast and Rae were accusing each other, Sean and Sykunno were hard vouching for each other and it was a overall mess.

"Aha! But now my giga brain tactic has been triggered!" Toast suddenly exclaimed loudly as the others were both skeptical and curious.

"N/n where were you this round!"

"I was failing at card swipe." You were well known with the joke it was in the community, but it was the truth as well. You had been struggling to swipe it correctly for at least the past five minutes. Corpse had tried as well but gave up after five tries. He still swore he had become better at it in the meantime.

Sykunno interrupted, "N/n are you the imposter?" He asked and you turned to look at corpse who was just smiling to see if it was some joke.

"No I'm not?" You responded hesitantly and Sykunno immediately gave up other questions he had.

Eventually you managed to win the game by throwing out both Toast and Sykunno.

You had a lot of fun getting to know tasks and figuring out the map with occasional hints from corpse behind you. He was incredibly happy with how well you got along with his friends.

Eventually the red letters that spelled imposter were written over the screen. You had grown kind of tired from playing so you turned to look at corpse with puppy eyes if he wanted to play. You had heard how stressful being the imposter could be and frankly didn't really feel up for it.

Corpse killed the lights and vented to a different part of the map to make a swift kill only to vent back immediately after.

The body was reported quite fast, and Corpse signalled for you to talk when they asked where you had been. You understood what he hinted at and explained exactly what you had done without mentioning the kill.

"So it wasn't N/n." Rae concluded as Toast immediately started to question her if she could vouch for you.

"There's just no way a new player would be able to make a kill like that." She concluded and most in the lobby agreed with her.

The next round Toast followed you closely so Corpse couldn't make a kill, and you depended on Sean to make the kill for you.

At the next meeting Toast immediately vouched for you.

It continued like that until you eventually won the game. You pecked a quick kiss on Corpse's cheek as the lobby was stunned to see you had been an imposter all along.

You ended up quitting after that, saying goodbye to the people in the lobby as Corpse wrapped up the stream.

When it was all closed you leaned back in his chest as he chuckled. "You did really well for your first time." He complimented you while pressing a kiss on the back of your head.

You smiled and turned to wrap you arms around his neck.

"Wanna order take out and watch movies on the couch tonight?" You asked as you reached for your phone.

"Sounds like a plan." He said as the two of you moved to the living room. He unwrapped his arms from your waist as he moved to the kitchen, "you want anything?"

"Nah I'm good, what do you want to eat tonight?" You yelled back from your position of the couch, scrolling through your phone thinking about what to eat for dinner.

"What about f/f?" He proposed as he took a sip from his drink. You nodded as you opened the app to order your food, "on it"

You leant your head against his shoulder, automatically he wrapped his arms around your shoulder you cuddled into his warmth as he held you comfortably.

Usually he was anxious and stressed after streams but he found it was easier with you there. You always seemed to comfort him with your presence alone.

"Today was fun." You said as you looked up at him, seemingly reading his thoughts.

"It was." He said as he smiled at you.

[write-haikyuu]

some hcs where Kuroo and his bubbly crush are childhood friends and his crush tells him after some incident (anything? u decide HAHA) that no one wants to marry her and he tells her “ILL MARRY U” ???

Kuroo admitting he’ll marry you | scenario 

This made more sense as a scenario for me, so I hope you don’t mind me switching it up a bit. :) 

This is a mess. Kuroo paused to scan the chaotic clutter before him. Tissues thrown unapologetically on the floor, socks and clothes scattered together, it was like an abandoned warehouse in here. Leaning on the door frame of your room, he knocked softly, waiting for your attention to seek up. But you didn’t. An eerie aura summoned the room as you were laying on your bed, curled into a little ball. Distraught and yet unbothered, you remained completely still. 

“Ahem.” Kuroo excused himself to the room, careful to not step over the empty cups of instant ramen, “Are you like, dead or something?” he chuckled, but the silence response from you indicated to him exactly what kind of day you had. You and Kuroo had one of those friendships that undeniably had some kind of telekinesis communication. Neither of you needed to say everything to express what the other was thinking, but that didn’t stop you from letting it all out either. Kuroo made himself comfortable on the floor beside you, his head leaning back onto the sheets as he hugged his knees and waited. 

“Kuroo...” your voice was hardly a whisper. Taking in another breath, you tugged yourself into a tighter burrito as you exhaled, “...am I that lame of a person?” 

“What makes you think that?” 

Finally, you broke out of your cacoon and sat up on the bed. “Ah, it’s alive!” he gasps, it was an attempt to make the room lighter. When that seized to happen, he reached for the plastic bag he brought and hands you tissues and a protein shake that he had picked up on the way. Blowing your nose, you let out another sigh and as you looked up, he knew exactly what had happened. You had been stood up. Again. Kuroo’s heart broke a little as it pained him to see you so worked up over this stupid idiot. 

“He stood me up!” Your voice finally broke, “Like he made me wait for two hours before he finally texted that he FORGOT” You were angry now. Kuroo sat there and listened as you vented out all your frustrations and annoyance for this dumbass that had the audacity to stand you up. The two of you had been friends since middle school, he knew exactly what you needed during a time like this. The whole time, he waited for moments to butt in and call the guy a jackass, hype you up, and attentively hear you out. If only you could realize that there was a person who would never leave you as he did, but it was far too much risk on the line. He couldn’t. Kuroo just couldn’t tell you just yet, but right now, he badly wanted to just stop you in your tracks and make it clear that he would never betray you like he did. 

“Fuck him! Like seriously! Maybe I’ll shave my head and just become a monk at a temple or something,” you finished off with a huff. Clearly, the energy that was nowhere to be seen earlier had finally risen back up along with you. Kuroo broke into a grin, “Well if that’s the case I’ll shave mines with yours!”

The two of you silenced each other with a look before breaking out again into a roar of laughter. Instantly feeling better, you scanned the messy room before you and groaned. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had tidied up. Noticing you looking around, he stretched his neck and leaned back before he finally commented on what both of you were thinking. 

“You know, before you clean up that head of yours, maybe clean your room Y/N,” he teased. A pillow struck his face, but you both knew he was right. 

Dramatic as you were, you cupped your face and complained, “No one is ever going to marry me at this rate.” kicking your sheets off, you finally made way to pick up the trash beneath you. Kuroo stretched his arms out as he stood up, ultimately deciding it was time to help you. But before he could even pick up the cup of noodles before him, he unconsciously let it out. 

“I’ll marry you.” 

[lostgirlrewatch]

1x10 - The Mourning After

Written by: Michelle Lovretta

Directed by: Paul Fox

Original Air Date: November 21, 2010

What the fuck happens in 1x10 again? I can’t even see straight. *wine sloshes in glass*

Oh.

Okay, so the premise of this one is that some Fae is making a bunch of women write horrible slut-shaming things about themselves on walls and then commit suicide. Pretty touchy subject, and not pleasant or comfortable. The villain is also, shocker, a really creepy misogynistic slut-shaming asshole. It’s all pretty yikesy.

But this one’s good. A classic. Lotta classic lines. Lotta good character moments. Lotta big plot stuff making a dramatic entrance.

Bo is forced to go talk to Lauren for information on the case, and oh my god you can cut the awkward tension in this scene with a knife.

“She had sex about an hour prior to her death. It appears consensual,” says Lauren.

Oh. OOF. The look that Bo gives her at that last comment is fucking scathing. Then Bo says, “Not so sure I trust your judgment on sexual matters.” 

Ha. HAHA! Oh my god. Fuck yeah, Bo. Throw that shade exactly where it belongs.

The fact that Lauren making an innocuous comment about sexual consent, specifically, is what triggers Bo’s anger, is really telling. Because Bo doesn’t really see her sexual encounter with Lauren as consensual anymore. It was consensual at the time, at least in her mind, sure. But Lauren’s lying, emotional manipulation, and ulterior motives have clearly complicated her memory of the experience. She feels betrayed on a much deeper level than just, “Oh, she lied,” if we’re bringing up the topic of consent.

Lauren was the one who made the first move; she nudged Bo into it. And Bo said “yes,” but she was consenting to sex with Lauren that night on the assumption that she and Lauren had a genuine emotional connection, and that Lauren was super eager to pursue it. Finding out that that’s not what was going on on Lauren’s side renders that consent null and void. This was not a simple misunderstanding on Bo’s part--this is misinformation that Lauren was deliberately feeding her. Regardless of whether Lauren actually has feelings for Bo, those feelings are not why she lured her into bed that night.

This is not the last time the topics of Lauren and dubious sexual consent will be brought up together. Shocker. 

She’s a piece of shit. But anyway--

Bo and Kenzi head to the bar to find clues about who the victim had sex with right before she died.

And--oh. 

I love her entrance. As Bo and Kenzi slip out of frame, we see “Saskia” just casually walk towards us. Bold, dramatic, clearly important. The framing of this shot is so cool.

Subtle, Bo. Also, I notice that Bo is just “Bo,” but Kenzi is “Astra” at one table and “Svellana” at another.

“Oh, my favorite literary quote about regret! Wow. Fun. Um, well, I think it was the great poet, uh, Ludacris! Who said, ‘Regret is for suckas, for suckas, for suckas. Regret is for suckas...bitch."

Saskia: *sits down*

Bo: “Oh, wow. I didn’t know this was girl on girl too.”

Gross. No. Please don’t say that. (About her.)

OH. OH NO. THAT’S CURSED.

ME TOO, KENZI.

Later, Saskia is like, “You should have marked your territory.”

Kenzi: “Like what, pee on it?”

Bo wants to stay and talk with Saskia, the first succubus she has ever met, so she can ask her all sorts of stuff about their kind, and so on. Kenzi, meanwhile, feels a little neglected. She goes to the Dal to hang out with Trick, but Trick is just rude to her. I’m starting to notice Kenzi feels neglected really easily.

It’s a mood, though. I know exactly how she feels.

Just look at how excited she is when Trick asks for her help, and specifies that he wants her help, not Bo’s or anyone else’s. When Trick asks for help initially, Kenzi’s kneejerk response is, “Should I go get Bo?” When Trick tells her that it’s her help he needs, she is genuinely surprised. Kenzi craves being valued as an individual and seen.

Saskia: “Your mom is probably a succubus.”

Ha. Yeah.

Seeing Bo and Saskia tag team this creep is kind of badass. Too bad it’s short-lived.

HALE. HAAAAAAAAAAALE.

I miss Hale. Why isn’t he utilized more? For fuck’s sake.

They beat the bad guy, and Saskia almost kills him. Bo, of course, is mortified by this, because she’s not a murderer. Saskia, on the other hand, is like, “Um? This guy is a serial killer who has violently murdered a ton of women and almost killed you? He can die?”

Look, I’m no advocate for murder. But I can’t lie and say I don’t relate to that energy.

Bo dramatically hugs Dyson in front of Lauren just to piss her off. Gotta love the passive aggression.

In the end, Bo and Saskia massively disagree over the morality of killing someone, and Saskia skedaddles out of town. Bo is crushed over this; Saskia is the first person she has ever met from her own kind, and worse, Saskia left before Bo got to learn better chi control from her.

She hugs Kenzi when she comes back and tells her that she missed her. Then she does something really nice and asks Kenzi about her day and problems instead of immediately diving into venting about her own. It’s a nice moment. One step forward, before we go through the next couple seasons and proceed to take two steps back.

*rubs hands together* *whispers* But I love the drama.

So we met Saskia this episode! Who is surely not a really important character and is surely just a one-off character who will never appear again!

I have to say, I enjoyed this one. Saskia and her actress bring a really intense, chaotic energy to the show. She’s dangerous. But also weirdly likable? Right off the bat, we know that we can’t trust her, because she’s sketchy and has massive chaotic energy, but she brings an edge that the show was seriously missing, and carries with her some incredibly valuable knowledge that makes it hard for Bo to resist letting her in.

She’s interesting. She’s a wild card, thrown in at just the right time in the season.

She strikes you as existing in a kind of moral gray area, rather than being an outright villain. But we will just have to see.

[that-mom-friend-talks]

Sanders Six the Musical

I’m listening to the soundtrack again and I’ve had thoughts so-

this is when they actually all get along, no dark side light side bs

EX WIVES: Aragon is Roman, paragon of royalty indeed, very loyal and a big diva, petty. Boleyn is Remus, would split nations bc he’s too sexy and would be proud of that, would definitely get executed. Seymour is Patton, a parent, died, puns. Cleves is deceit bc the whole discourse over looks. Howard is Virgil bc coming in strong and sassy but if you look at it too long its angst. Parr is Logan, bc composed elegant and badass, also lowkey narrator, keeps everyone on track, also smart one liners.

NO WAY: opens with Roman just patting himself on the back for how much he dealt with, throwing shade, golden rule, heavy Beyonce vibes and he would, petty about Remus. proud and spiteful, extravagant and breaking into rap. royalty and won’t let you forget that, will never leave. hella vocals and will flaunt them at any given moment to remind you how awesome he is. dance break!! i imagine him twirling his sword and kicking ass while dancing or smth. break for seriousness, still beautiful vocals, petty and shady and just for it. stands his ground, will be royalty forever regardless of what happens. doing his damnedest to make you regret dumping him.

DON’T LOSE UR HEAD: Remus mentions he’s royalty but that’s like it. boys lame? gay disaster. seriousness isn't his thing. met the king and wanted to f. cocky and definitely not pg. flirty and immature, also dismisses all criticism. faking innocence, but not naivete. is the side ho, and definitely would homewreak without regrets. gives Roman a ton of shit, makes gruesome comments. does the unorthodox and terrible way of dealing with situations. just wants to fuck, why is religion like this. but now he’s the main ho not the side one and he’s over it. would definitely get executed for stepping out of line/ over the line. legit doesn’t know what the proper response is but will mask that with sheer chaotic energy. where did the vocals come from, goddamn. really doesn't care for repercussions.

HEART OF STONE: Patton!!! knows how the other person is changing all the time. he knew what he was getting himself into, but promised he’d be with them. heart of stone, he’d always be by your side and despite everything that he feels and deals with he will make it through. life is hard and emotions can be rough, but he will be there through all of it. famILY! loves deeply and truly, but knows that it can change. but he doesn’t care! he’ll still love you. wow this song is beautiful ok. knows his time is limited ??? his love can be felt from wherever you are, he will always be there with you regardless of what’s going on. cares deeply about his son. THE HIGH NOTE GET IT!!! he will bear everything in order to lighten your load a little, but he won’t break, because he loves you too much.

HAUS OF HOLBEIN: Remus made this the song that plays whenever someone enters the darkside hallway and they don’t know how to change it back. just the twins and Virgil fucking with deceit, tbh. but he’s vibing with the song so it’s not terrible. Logan is factchecking and Patton is just dancing along not really listening. Virgil has the airhorn. everyone is doing meme dances. it is chaos and cringe incarnate they’re lucky Virgil is a meme lord.

GET DOWN: Deceit by himself being a damn diva. Virgil and Remus woof. profile picture he looks like either Logan or Patton. but he’s got a pic of him doing like a smolder. he’s in charge and trying to be subtle about it but he’s too dramatic so it’s just him bragging. oop a religion reference. Remus and Roman are back up dancers. Deceit being really petty about being pushed aside. instead of the slow mo its the opera version. check out the american cleves. its beautifully sassy. he’s different and flaunts it. the ending is so badass, he would just have all six hands out and being cool. the song is just him being super duper sassy.

ALL YOU WANNA DO: Virgil. in the beginning hyping himself up (like when he was first introduced) but it just progressively gets worse. innuendos all day long, Remus is making crude hand motions in the background. starts off innocent and romantic but like the world just crushes it. i hate this song bc of how wonderfully it conveys the trauma, i feel atrocious at the end of it everytime it’s incredible. Trust issues!! starting to become suspicious of others, and eventually certain that all other people do is be cruel and abuse you. he’s finally got a place!! he feels comfortable!! then something happens and that’s not the case anymore. god this song is terrifying. progressively becoming more numb and cynical and covered.  THOMASSSS. honestly yeah i’m down with that. just bar the “connection” and i’d say it’s spot on. anyways. a panic attack in the midst of a song? you bet your ass he’s still got a gorgeous and haunting voice. eyeshadow progressively getting darker the whole song. Patton is sobbing, everyone is crying. The song ends with a group hug bc that’s some heavy shit

I DON’T NEED YOUR LOVE: Logan!! my boy!! anyway. he has a love (his work, another side, take your pick) but he wont’ let himself indulge because he has to survive. he has to do what he must in order to keep living, and sometimes that means he can’t do what he loves. he still loves them/it but he can’t. emotions!!!!!!!!!!!! also he’s got an angelic voice like its so clean and smooth and elegant. has responsibilities that he must deal with, but he really doesn’t want to. those repressed emotions come out and he’s so damn fed up with how he’s treated and he’s just venting and releasing his anger. but he can’t. it will interfere with his responsibilities. narrator mode get that exposition. why should that be what you know of him though? he’s so much more than just his role! he loves space and writing and poetry and songs. advocate for education and human rights!! but he metas and knows that’s not his purpose in the story so he stays within his role or else he’ll disappear. and the others butt in on the moment bc he can’t have a song to himself. but he rallies everyone to put their differences aside and they all indulge in what they wish happened. they don’t care about the plot! they don’t care about the story! they are just who they are, each individual and different and people! and Logan doesn’t need validation and he’s not lying this time! also the vocals here god i love this song so much hnng. THE HIGH NOTE GET IT YESSSS. he would bc he’s a secret diva no one can tell me otherwise.

SIX: Roman rejects a prince bc he’s a king and he just sings for the rest of his life at the top of the charts indeed. Remus plagiarizes and becomes famous for it, putting his own twist on it. Patton just has a big famILY and they all get along and sing, also puns! someone face palms at them. Deceit brightens up the darksides bc he’s the wine aunt and a dad. Virgil avoids trauma and learns what he wants, and enjoys his music for the rest of his life. Logan is fascinated with the others, and admits that he loves the other sides. they know that this isn’t canon but boy are they taking it for a ride. THEY ALL START GLOWING IN THEIR COLORS BC I SAID SO. THE ENDING!!! screams epic magic girl transformation to me for some reason. everyone is having a blast, and at the end they all merge into thomas who shoots upright with a smile

if only i could animate man. this would be so good, if anyone at all makes this i will cry someone please do something i’m begging

[eldergrim]

Vent time!

NOT ALL GRYFFINDORS, IN REAL LIFE, ARE CRACKHEADS WHO ARE STUPID AND ALSO JUMP INTO SITUATIONS WITHOUT CONTEXT!!!

Now then..

Hello, I'm a Gryffindor, and as it's pretty obvious, I'm fucking pissed.

I can't look or read anything that involves Gryffindor without it being 90% wrong about me. I'm sorry I'm not some crazy fuckass who doesn't give a shit about rules, is obsessed with sports, is giddy as fuck, cant calm down, and is all around an unpleasant fuck.

No, instead I fucking hate sports, I'm rather smart, I have fuck tons of anxiety but I'm still rather calm, and I only have chaotic energy every once in a while.

I mean yeah, I'm brave, yeah I'm chivalrous. And yes, I have a short fucking temper. But I'm not this stereotype everyone seems to have engrained in their brains.

In fact for the longest time in my life everyone around me thought I'd be a Hufflepuff. But it was around that time that everyone thought of Hufflepuffs as these week and pushover-like people. So you know I had several words to say about that.

I'll admit I wasn't adverse to the idea of being one because my favorite colors are black and yellow and I like to root for misunderstood things.

So when I took the, as people want to call it, "real" or "original" Pottermore sorting quiz and found myself sorted into Gryffindor I was excited. Honeslty I thought, "Oh yeah! I love this!" because it was funny to see peoples reactions to find out I wasn't in Hufflepuff, but in Gryffindor.

Well that excitement didn't last super long. Especially when people just kept on mistyping me. Like for fucks sake, just becuase I look like the sterotypical Slytherin most of the time doesn't mean I'm a Slytherin, and just because some people get to see the rarity that comes out when you get past my shell doesn't mean I'm a stereotypical cuddly fucking Hufflepuff.

I HAVE THORNS BITCH AND I WILL USE THEM.

In fact I so badly wanted to kick my one teacher in the balls when he put me in Hufflepuff with the other silent pushovers.

I'M NOT A FUCKING PUSHOVER. I MADE SURE TO SHOW PEOPLE THAT.

I may be silent, but trust me, if I wasn't you'd be so fucking disappointed in yourself that you would wish you'd just left me the fuck alone.

I know how to manipulate and wreck people's egos, but I'm not that much of a dick to go and hurt you that bad. No that's reserved for the real devils in my life that don't deserve shit.

Also, if I was in the Harry Potter universe, I would fucking love Potions class and Herbology, which according to a lot of bullshit about Gryffindors that I've seen, they hate.

Wtf, Potions is an amazing class, why would you hate it???

On another note, everyone in my family are Ravenclaws. I'm the only Gryffindor, so I don't really have anyone to relate to, but I have attracted mostly Gryffindor friends, so that was neat.

Basically what I'm saying is I am my own type of Gryffindor. Not this stereotype bullshit, not some smart-ass who still gets in trouble even though they know they shouldn't, not some dramatic fuck, most especially not a coward that ironically was placed in Gryffindor, or a crackhead with chaotic energy. Nor am I one of those popular bitches who gets all the friends and all the perks and all that bullshit.

I'll have you know I was a loner in school. Like full on people avoided me, rumors spread, bullies everywhere. I wore black almost every day, and even when I tried to reach out and be friends, I would get shot down and laughed at. Honestly I relate most to Severus Snape, had a shit childhood, shit school life, lost friends, was used and abused, and everyone hated him.

Now after everything I've described, it does sound weird that I'm in Gryffindor, right? Well I made multiple Pottermore accounts, took the quiz over and over, and I always was a Gryffindor. So I guess there's no escaping it.

In the end, I just want people to stop stereotyping! Listen to my testimony as an irl Gryffindor! Sounds nothing like all the bullshit the stereotypes feed you right?

Maybe I've helped people with this, maybe not. Honestly I just needed to get this off my chest becuase I couldn't stand another person saying "Gryffindors like usual..." with some type of bullshit after that.

So yeah, that's my piece. There's a fuck ton more I could write, but I might get a little tmi with some of that way more than it is now.

Anyways goodbye and see ya later for my next rant.

[serahne]

37 for komahina?

37 - You would make the perfect father/mother

After a few months on the island, some things had started to become like a routine. Everyone knew who was up first - Nidai, most of the time, except on sunday where Hanamura insisted to make them the special brunch he used to cook at the diner he used to own with his mother - who woke up last - Saionji, by far, and at least once a week Koizumi had to drag her out of her room to join everyone for breakfast. Breakfast together, too, had become an everyday occurrence. They all had their own activities during the day, and often spend their time with the people they get along with the most, but despite how differents they could be, all of them agreed to join the rest of the group in the restaurant every morning.

Which could sometimes be incredibly chaotic. And this day was one of those days where it looked like the end of the world is still going on somewhere, and this ‘somewhere’ happened to be the inside the hotel’s restaurant.

Hinata entered the room still half-asleep, just looking for some coffee to start the day with as much energy as possible. He still suffered from occasional insomnia, his brain unable to shut the fuck up, and it tired him so much that coffee had become a lifesaver. Probably not the healthiest way to deal with his condition, but since he was a pretty unique case, and that anyone in the world with some competence in brain surgery probably had other things to think about than helping him to sleep, it wasn’t like he had any choice on the matter.

He walked through the restaurant, hearing Sonia fawn over the meal Teruteru had cooked for them this day, Souda scream at the said-cook whenever he was trying to suggest a way for Sonia to ‘thank’ him. In the corner, Koizumi was exposing her plan for the cleaning of the island’s beach to a nonplussed Pekoyama, Tsumiki was shrieking, almost crying while Saionji was on her way to prove everyone that she had the largest vocabulary of them all when it came to insults. Even without looking at them, he also could hear Owari and Nidai in a screaming competition, yelling and debating on the feasibility of some technical combat move. Sitting at one table, not saying anything for once and just observing the chaos surrounding him with a smile on his face, Komaeda seemed almost out of place, especially since he hadn’t even made the effort to pick something to eat.

Hinata sighed, closing his eyes for a while, before deciding that it wasn’t worth it. He reached to cupboard where the coffee was. Everyone was being silly, and after all, weren’t they allowed to be after everything they had been through ? Wasn’t it better to have Owari and Nidai piercing everyone’s tympans with their screams than having a metallic Nidai, dead on the floor of the Strawberry House ? Wasn’t too much life better than no life at all ? Shouldn’t he be glad that…

He stopped his train of thought, looking at the empty cupboard. No coffee. He blinked, his brain not processing what his eyes were seeing. Slowly, he closed the door, waited a few seconds, and re-opened it.

Still no coffee.

He breathed in and out, trying to not let the irritation crawl through him - in vain. Suddenly any little noise reaching his ears was like nails on a blackboard, Tsumiki’s whining weren’t so much touching than they were annoying, and Saionji didn’t help. Koizumi’s enthusiasm was more grating than soulful, and Sonia’s candidness made him want to roll his eyes off.

With a loud sound, he slammed the cupboard’s door shut and turned toward the rest of the room, who fell strangely silent - Hinata realized that himself wasn’t the kind to disrupt the organized chaos steaming from the room, that he was the kind to go along with it, and just stand in the middle of it, unperturbed. Well, he thought. That was him when some coffee was available. Which wasn’t the case now. And he was pissed.

“You” he said pointing his finger at Koizumi, who raised his eyebrows in return. “You’ll expose whatever battle plan you have tomorrow, as always, and until then you are going to stop stressing everyone with this stuff, okay ?”

He didn’t wait for an answer and turned toward Saionji who glared at him. “You are going to stop bullying Tsumiki, and I honestly couldn’t care if you eat a healthy breakfast or stuff your face with candies. And Tsumiki, you’ll stop caring about it too. And generally if you can stay from Saionji, it will be holidays for us as well as for you.”

He glanced at Hanamura next. “You are going to stop being a creep, she isn’t interested, no one is interested, if anyone is they will tell you, but for now please consider no one thinks your innuendos are subtle, funny or engaging in any way, thank you” Hanamura opened his mouth to say something that Hinata had no patience to hear. “I’m not interested either. And I’m not done.”

He looked at Sonia. “Stop being so weird.” and Kazuichi “Stop being so you.” And toward Nidai and Owari. “And if you two really wants to scream your heads off, fine by me, but could you please do it outside, if that’s not too much to ask.”

For a few seconds, everything was silent, looking at him in wide-eyed confusion, with the exception of Komaeda who seemed ready to burst out laughing. Hinata threw him a nasty glare to make sure he wouldn’t. He already felt pretty ridiculous as it was. As anyone could have predicted it, Saionji was the one throwing the first stone.

“Big bro Hinata” she called him in this innocent tone that he always used when she was about to say something crass “Are you on your period or something ? Or you have a cramp in your right hand and couldn’t masturbate for a week as the loser that you are ?” She punctuated his question with an adorable smile.

“Hiyoko !” Koizumi rolled her eyes, before giving a severe look at Hinata. “We weren’t doing anything wrong, and I’d appreciate if you didn’t use us to vent whatever negative feeling you have.” She bit her lips before standing up. “Pekoyama, we can keep talking downstairs, if you want ?”

The swordswoman nodded in agreement without looking at Hinata and the girls disappeared, followed by a crying Tsumiki and a mumbling Saionji. Sonia looked at the scene silently before starting to eat the food she had praised so much, and Kazuichi leaned away from her, giving her some space while Hanamura was running away toward the kitchen. Hinata, sighed, putting cereals in a bowl before adding some milk over it, feeling guilty to have spoiled the mood, but satisfied to not be surrounded by yellings and headaches-inducing discussion.

Well, Nidai and Owari were still screaming in the background. For some reason. They didn’t even look like they heard anything from his little speech.

“You’d make such good parent, Hinata !” a voice behind him - not that hard to know who since only one person could be that bad at reading the mood - said. After a few seconds of silence : “Or a good dictator. They are basically the same, aren’t they ?”

“Shut up” Hinata replied, knowing it would be absolutely ineffective. “Are you the one who drank the rest of the coffee ?” he asked, curious.

Komaeda frowned.

“No ? Don’t you remember that you told me that it would be bad for my health ?”

Well. He may have said that. But really, if being the Ultimate Luckster could save him from an airplane crash, from cancer, dementia and the apocalypse, he doubted too much caffeine could be that harmful, be he wasn’t about to discuss the technicalities.

“Sure.” Hinata yawned - he really needed his cup of coffee like three minutes ago. “Awful. Don’t drink it, ever.”

After saying this, he slammed the bowl of cereal he just prepared in front of Komaeda, looking at him with all the authority he could muster.

“And you know what’s bad for you ? Skipping breakfast. So you eat it, and then you can do whatever you want.”

It was a little silly, being the one making such basic breakfast for Komaeda when the most delicious food in the world was there, cooked by the Ultimate Chief, but Komaeda was weird like that and probably didn’t even think that he was included in the people Hanamura had cooked for, and Hinata was a too tired to fight right now.

Komaeda looked at the meal with obvious distaste.

“I like toasts better.” He said, and Hinata wondered if he was about to pout.

It was a cute thought, something his brain created as a symptom of withdrawal or something, he decided.

“Cereal are healthier. I’ll bring toast from the supermarket from tomorrow if you want.” Since he had to go there to get coffee anyway, he could take that as well.

Komaeda’s eyes light up and he picked up his spoon without further argument.

“You really are like a mom, aren’t you ?”

Hinata rolled his eyes and pulled on one of the other’s lock of white hair, strong enough to pass the message that he didn’t like the comparison, but not to hurt him in any way. Komaeda still yelped dramatically, as if he was being scalped.

“I’m sorry, the dictator comparison was more appropriate.”

“Eat your breakfast.” He said, hiding a smile. “I’ll be back. In a better mood.” He added a little softer, not really sure why, but he was happy to do it when he saw the timid smile Komaeda offered him in return.

All he heard was Komaeda’s humming and Nidai and Owari’s screaming while he left the restaurant.

[howtocloudtech-blog]

Sonos Play:5 survey: The best-sounding remote speaker framework we've ever utilized In addition, TruePlay tuning truly does work, regardless of the possibility that the distinctions are subtle.

Sonos, where have you been all my life? I'm truly late to the Sonos remote speaker party, however following a going through seven days with the new Play:5, I'm about prepared to purge my wallet straightforwardly into Sonos' ledger to pack my whole level with these things—it's that great. Not exclusively is the Play:5 the best sounding across the board speaker I've ever heard (yes, far superior to the incredible Bowers and Wilkins Zeppelin), it's one of the best sounding sound frameworks I've heard full stop. Indeed, you can go crazy with valve amps and floor-standing speakers and committed DACs as I've done previously, however to something so exquisitely outlined and easy to utilize, the Play:5 is unmatched.

Truth be told, there are couple of bits of tech that I've experienced—outside of Apple stuff—that is as simple to set up as the Sonos Play:5. Inside only several minutes of removing the Play:5 from the case, it was up and running and spilling music from the Internet through Spotify. There was no convoluted remote setup, matching up issues, or complex programming to disentangle: I essentially downloaded the Sonos application on the Google Play Store, pushed the synchronize catch on the back of the speaker, and it did the rest. When you can portray the whole setup strategy in a solitary sentence, that is uncommon.

All things considered, while there are some magnificent free choices like SoundCloud and TuneInRadio, to make the most out of the Play:5 you have to subscribe to no less than one music spilling administration or have a bundle of music put away locally on a PC or NAS. My music administration of decision is Spotify, however the Play:5 works with Amazon Prime Music, Google Play Music, and Tidal to give some examples. Entering your points of interest to sign into your picked gushing administration is essentially the main fiddly thing you need to do amid the underlying setup, other than choosing where in the space to put the real gadget.

Plan

Sonos has stripped back the outline of the Play:5 over the past model, expelling the incorporated remain from the base and the angled edges and depressed zone from the top. The outcome is a smooth dark (or white in case you're so disposed) confine that will fit with essentially any family room stylistic layout. Some may favor more ornamentations, however I think Sonos made the correct call with the Play:5 configuration: it's intended to be listened, not seen.In lieu of the remain there are little nubbins along the base and sides of the Play:5, which take into account level or vertical introduction. The last choice is especially valuable on the off chance that you combine two of them up for stereo operation. The physical volume and play/delay catches have been jettisoned for capacitive ones that illuminate. While that may ring alerts for any individual who's had a feline catch up on against a Xbox 360 amidst a warmed Halo amusement, the catches aren't excessively touchy. (Tragically, I can't affirm whether they're really feline confirmation.)

The back of the Play:5 is comparatively scanty, including an attachment for the power link (the power supply is fortunately inward), an Ethernet attachment in the event that you'd preferably go wired than Wi-Fi, a 3.5mm lift for snaring wired sound gadgets, and a match up catch for use amid beginning setup. That is it: no LEDs, no screens, and unquestionably no realistic equalizers. Like the setup procedure, the gadget itself is magnificently straightforward.

How would I play music on this thing?

You have two principle alternatives for getting music to the Play:5: music spilling administrations or neighborhood documents. You likewise have two alternatives for sending music to the Sonos speaker: either from your Windows or Mac PC or through a cell phone running Android or iOS. In any case, dissimilar to the Chromecast that gives you a chance to utilize your own music player of decision, you need to utilize Sonos' application. There are great and terrible focuses with either approach, however I like the way Sonos does it. Realizing that you have admittance to all your music, wherever it's situated, from a solitary application is unfathomably helpful.

The application is lightweight on iOS, Android, and Mac (I haven't had an opportunity to test the Windows form right now, however ideally it's on a par with the others), which assists with keeping it feel smart and brisk to load tunes. On the desktop, the application examines your neighborhood music envelope (or you can guide it toward a NAS/server), after which it adds every one of the tracks to a library. There's support for essentially every sort of document out there up to 16-bit/44.1kHz (sad 24-bit fans), albeit more established Apple "Fairplay" and WMA DRM records won't work. From that point you simply select the Sonos gadget you need to send music to in the event that you have more than one, peruse your library for the melody you need, and presto, you have music.While the desktop application functions admirably, I presume the vast majority (myself included) will invest significantly more energy utilizing Sonos with a cell phone. The setup procedure is to a great extent indistinguishable, while the UI goes up against a more versatile well disposed feel. The highest point of the screen indicates what gadget you're right now sending music to—yes, you can send distinctive music to various gadgets at the same time—while tapping on the menu catch demonstrates your music sources and settings. More often than not you simply look for the craftsman or track you need, after which Sonos gives you comes about composed by things like Track, Artist, Album, Station, and Playlists.

Since Sonos pulls music in from numerous spots—even various music membership benefits—those outcomes are additionally separated by means of source. On the off chance that you have a ton of music and membership benefits, this can get somewhat chaotic. This is one of only a handful couple of regions where the Sonos application could do with some UI changes. Once you've picked a track, you can play it promptly, add it to the present play line, or add it to a playlist with only a couple taps. It's truly basic, and the vast majority will be up and running and playing music in no time.OK, you've persuaded me, however how can it sound?

The most flawlessly awesome thing about the Play:5 is the way it sounds: this thing is astounding. For something so reduced and without much in the method for stereo detachment, the Play:5 can absolutely envelope a room in sound. Inside the fixed fenced in area (the old Play:5 was vented) are three 10cm drivers controlling the mid range (up from two), alongside two 20mm tweeters on the left and right, and one 22mm tweeter in the center. The entire parcel is controlled by six individual Class-D computerized speakers that are to a great degree intense. Sonos doesn't cite wattage (which as a matter of fact isn't too helpful in any case), however suffice to state, this thing is effectively sufficiently noisy to overwhelm a group at a local gathering. At top volume I presume a few people (generally known as "squares") will request that you turn it down.

Volume isn't everything obviously, and the Sonos backs it up with a perfectly fresh and clear stable. Try not to stress, I'm not going to go all Wat HiFi? on you, yet bass reaction is staggeringly useful for something of this size, and it doesn't come to the detriment of whatever other frequencies either. Vocals, guitars, and other mid-substantial instruments spout forward with clearness and partition. To be clear, the Play:5 unquestionably doesn't have what you'd call a level recurrence reaction, yet neither should it. It's tuned sensibly for certifiable happy with tuning in the home. At that, it exceeds expectations more than whatever other across the board speaker framework in this value run.

In the event that you incline toward a somewhat more bass-overwhelming or mid-substantial sound (or truly any mix you like), there's a straightforward three-band EQ you can change to your preferring. By and by, I think the Play:5 is right on the money as it may be, however it's pleasant to have the alternative regardless. Sonos does, nonetheless, feel that the sound of its gadgets here and there need tweaking. The organization has concocted new programming answer for do that naturally.

Educate me regarding TruePlay

Normally, most homes don't speak to the best acoustic condition for tuning in to music, especially when speakers are pushed toward the side of rooms or on cramped bookshelves. When you play music, you don't simply listen to what's happening to the speaker, rather you encounter a blend of its sound and the sound that is being reflected off various surfaces. Those reflections can dramatically affect the sound, which is the reason recording studios are regularly acoustically regarded to expel whatever number of those reflections as would be prudent.

The most effortless approach to hear how a speaker can be influenced by various surfaces is to hear some out music in a parlor and after that tune in to that same bit of music in a tiled washroom. While a lounge room would ordinarily contain surfaces like carpets and draperies that assimilate certain frequencies, the tiles in a lavatory reflects them and changes how the music sounds. While that is an outrageous illustration, even things like where floor coverings and draperies are in a room can have an unobtrusive effect.Sonos' answer is TruePlay, another bit of programming that tunes the recurrence reaction of the Play:5 (or any Sonos gadget) to suit a specific room and speaker situation. It utilizes the amplifier on an iOS gadget (and just an iOS gadget for the present) to break down an uncommon tone radiated by the Sonos speaker, computing how stable reflects off dividers, decorations, glass, and different surfaces in a room. It's goal-oriented stuff, however I can state that TruePlay makes a distinction, yet a minor one.

When you stack up the TruePlay application, it requests that you wave your iPhone, iPad, or iPod Touch (which is the thing that I utilized) here and there around the room while the Sonos speaker discharges an uncommon tone. The procedure takes not as much as a moment, after which you can flip the TruePlay tuning on and off in the application. To test it, I set up the Play:5 in three unique ranges of my family room: in the middle on top of a little stool, on top of my eating table other than a few windows, and on an encased bookshelf.

Beside tuning in for contrasts with my ears, I additionally set up a Behringer ECM8000 estimation mouthpiece—which has a generally level recurrence reaction—before the speaker each time.