#BPM 138

[mailmainbutnot]

remember that calming song, it;s angry noiw

[infinitsoundunderground]

NORMAL ONE - C#5 002

[gotta-winwin]

2019 debut year <> what is his problem?

word count: 2.1k TW: a bucket of snark, cold wonwoo, mentions of bullying, swearing italics are in english, bolded words are in mandarin

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"Mingyu!" Cyana yelled from across the living room, her leg propped up as she sat icing her swollen ankle.

The boy in question slid into view, stumbling a little for balance as he grappled with the slippery wooden floors. "Yes, princess?"

Cyana made a little face at the nickname. "Can you charge my phone for me please? I left it in the kitchen and I can't stand up." She pouted at the mention of her rolled ankle. "And I thought I told you not to call me that."

Mingyu let out a deep sigh. "It's fitting though, don't you think? You are seventeen's princess." He poked her ankle gently. "Look at me, waiting on you hand and foot."

She sent him a glare. "You're the reason I'm like this." She let her upper half crumple dramatically onto the couch.

Mingyu had came rushing into practice this afternoon, colliding into an unaware Cyana, who had just been trying to leave the room for water. Everyone had chalked it up to the fact that Mingyu only ever looked parallel to his height, and could not see Cyana below him.

"I've already apologized." He whined, leaving to grab her phone. "You're even sleeping over so I can take care of you. Seungcheol said it was my punishment. You know only special people can ever enter the Minwon residence."

She scoffed. She noticed she was unnaturally riled up today, annoyed by the pain and inconvenience of not being able to walk. "Special, my ass."

"Hey." Mingyu stared at her from the doorway, having been on his way to grab a charger for her phone. He sent her a frown. "I understood that."

Cyana stuck out her tongue in retaliation, smiling to herself when it got a loud laugh from Mingyu. She watched him walk out of view, probably to his room to grab his charger.

They really had started to feel a little like family, Cyana realized as she sat there, with nothing to do but to ponder. She wouldn't have ever expected to be enjoying small moments like this, despite her ankle still throbbing. She also wouldn't have ever thought this job would be anymore than purely working. She never imagined she'd make friends, let alone call 13 boys her family. Well, 11 boys, she correctly ruefully. Woozi had been refusing to speak to her since the Hug BPM incident, although Cyana noticed he had changed it to be 138. Wonwoo was another one who seemed to be doing everything under the sun to avoid her, despite them literally being under the same roof right now. He had helped Mingyu move her from the car to their couch, gave her a look over and retreated to his room.

She let out a huff. She'd been here for nearly two months now, and comeback season would begin in less than two weeks. Wonwoo or Woozi (preferably both) would have to get their shit together sooner or later, before fans began to notice and shit started getting stirred.

Mingyu knocked twice on Wonwoo's door before entering. The last time he had walked in unannounced, a controller had been sent flying his way.

"Wonwoo hyung~" He called, reaching over to move Wonwoo's headset slightly off his ear. "Can I borrow your charger?"

Wonwoo frowned, blinking at Mingyu, his eyes adjusting from the bright screen back to reality. "Why?" Mingyu's phone wasn't adaptable to his charger head.

Mingyu waved the lilac phone in his hand. "Cyana's phone."

"She's got you charging her phone for her now?" Wonwoo muttered, getting up to grab it from the floor next to his bed. "Puppy."

"Hey!" Mingyu protested indignantly. "Her ankle's injured. I'm just helping. Like you should be doing."

Wonwoo frowned. "Why would I?"

"She's family."

Wonwoo scoffed. "She's not family. Family is the people who were there with us in that fucking lime green room."

Mingyu cut his eyes at the older boy, disappointed. "Cyana's a good person. You'd know if you'd just give her a chance."

"She's a ticking time bomb, Gyu. You need to realize that." Wonwoo's shoulders sagged as he sighed, handing over his charger. "She's going to blow up our comeback either way."

"You've been talking too much with Woozi hyung." Mingyu decided. "One skeptic's enough in this group."

"She's got 11 cheerleaders and knights-in-waiting already." Wonwoo quickly countered, sitting back down and putting his headphones back on, clicking open a new game. "I just don't think we'd get along."

Mingyu rolled his eyes. "She's literally you, Wonwoo. Down the a T." He groaned when the older boy gave no reaction, the headphones blocking his words. "Aish-" He slapped the back of Wonwoo's head gently. "Idiot."

Returning back to the living room, he plugged the charger in the outlet next to Cyana and handed her her phone. "You better thank Wonwoo later, it's his charger."

Cyana groaned. "Why~ Couldn't you have just grabbed yours?"

"My charger doesn't fit your phone, nana." Mingyu frowned. "Did something happen between you and Wonwoo hyung or what?"

"What do you mean?"

Mingyu took a seat next to her, hands reaching over to bring her injured foot into his lap, massaging her ankle. "Just mean that there has to be a reason you hate each other, that's all."

"I don't hate him, Gyu." Cyana sighed. "I just don't like being where I'm clearly not wanted."

"I'll talk to him."

Cyana shook her head. "No, no. Don't make it worse. It's okay, Gyu." She patted his arm. "Wonwoo not liking me isn't going to destroy me. As long as he hides it well during recordings, we're fine."

"He's my best friend though~" Mingyu whined. "I want my two best friends to get along well."

Cyana let out a shaky laugh, hit by a sudden jolt of pain when Mingyu pressed on a particular spot. "Sadly we don't always get what we want." She squeezed his shoulder. "Really, though. It's okay. I still have more friends than I ever had before."

He frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She shrugged. "I didn't really have friends growing up, is all. I was busy."

Mingyu looked at her sadly. "That's not good. Childhood friends are the best. You didn't make any at school?"

Cyana thought for a little bit, reaching over to move Mingyu's fingers to a certain spot where she felt like the pain was the most. "I had some friends in Vancouver, but once we moved to LA, everyone kind of already had friends. So it was awkward to join them."

"Oh." Mingyu couldn't wrap his head around the idea that Cyana didn't have friends in LA. She was so comforting and funny and pretty and good.

"They were all mean anyways." Cyana shrugged off the heaviness that the memories had brought her. "Not very friend-material."

Mingyu nodded. "I guess." He was still sad though, imagining lonely baby Cyana in the middle of a busy and large LA.

Sensing his sadness for her, Cyana offered him a bright smile. "I have you now. And Shua. And Kyeomie, and Boo, and Chan, and Vernon." She began counting them with her fingers, earning a smile from Mingyu. "And Hannie, and Hoshi, and Jun, and Haohao, and Seungcheol." She paused. "Well, kind of Seungcheol. I don't know if we're there yet." Looking up at Mingyu, she smiled. "But still! That's a lot of friends."

"I'm glad." Mingyu could only say, although his eyes said a whole lot more. I'm glad you have us. I'm glad you see us as your friends. I'm glad you're our friend. My friend. Cyana's grateful smile told him she understood.

The next morning, Cyana woke up in a stranger's bed. She sat up, frowning when she didn't recognize the bedroom she was in. Mingyu's bedroom did not have pretty LED lights coming from the ceiling, and last time she checked, he didn't own a gaming station.

"Get up."

Her eyes widened at the sound of Wonwoo's voice. She turned her head to look at him, leaning on the doorframe of the connected bathroom.

"What?" She mumbled, still deciding whether or not it was all a dream. It had to be, for on what planet would she wake up in Wonwoo's bed?

"I said get up." Wonwoo sighed, pushing himself off the doorframe to grab his coat from the foot of the bed. Sensing her confusion, he bit back a tiny smile. "You and Mingyu both fell asleep on the couch last night. I brought Mingyu back to his bed but found you couldn't fit comfortably next to him so I brought you here." He threw his coat on, grabbing his keys and phone as well. "I slept outside on the couch, don't worry."

Cyana's face flushed. It didn't go past her that this was the most words Wonwoo had ever spoken to her. "Sorry." She moved to get up. A large hand stopped her, grabbing her shoulder.

"Sorry." Wonwoo mumbled, releasing her. "Your ankle."

"Oh." Her face flushed again. "I think it should be fine. Mingyu's pretty good at physical therapy."

Throwing her legs over the side of the bed, Cyana stood up, gingerly placing weight on her bad ankle. Wonwoo stood a couple steps away from her, ready if something were to go wrong.

"It's fine." Cyana gave him a tentative smile. "Thanks. You could've just left me on the couch." She had definitely expected him to.

"Maybe I should've." Wonwoo muttered. "Hip Hop unit's got practice early today. Breakfast's on the table. Don't call. Don't burn the house down. And don't touch my things." He left the room without another word. Cyana heard Mingyu's voice from the distance and could hear the front door shutting behind them.

She blinked, frozen. She didn't know whether to cry or celebrate that Wonwoo had finally acknowledged her presence. His actions and words confused her greatly. It was i put you in my bed and slept outside so you can sleep well and then shout loudly to wake you up followed by a got you breakfast ending with a i don't trust you in my house.

She sighed, shaking her head. Boys.

Although her stomach grumbled, she opted to skip breakfast. Her stylists had complained that she wasn't fitting the skirt they'd made for their stage performances, despite it being not her size at all. She supposed it meant she still had a long way to go before she would look good onstage next to the members.

Looking around the room, she was able to properly see Wonwoo's place for the first time. It was clean, she expected nothing less from him. Everything about him screamed clean.

The computer hummed with life despite it being off and it was surrounded by photographs and equipment. She smiled when she spotted a photograph of what looked to be young seventeen, huddled together in the midst of their trainee years. There was also a few photos of a dog, who she assumed was Wonwoo's back home. There were books as well, overfilling the shelves that lined the far wall. That was something Cyana could relate to, although these titles were all in Korean instead of English. She found that she missed having books to read. It was hard to find anything good in Korea that she could understand.

She could've spent eternity in Wonwoo's room just looking at things, trying to decipher a person she desperately wanted to know. Her phone rang however, startling her.

"Hello?" It was their manager.

"Oh. Manager oppa. What's going on?" Cyana frowned. The manager rarely called them, schedules and changes were usually relayed through text.

"We have a couple company higher-ups who want to see your improvement before the comeback, Soyeon-ssi. I'm sorry to spring it on you now, but they'll be at Pledis soon. Could you come over quickly?"

Her blood rang cold. "Oh, uh- yes. I'm at Mingyu's right now. I'll be there in 10 minutes."

"Great. No need to panic, Soyeon. They just want to know if you're ready."

That was the thing though. Cyana didn't think she was ready. Sure, she'd been practicing with the others, learning techniques she hadn't learnt in LA, but she still wasn't as polished as the others. She couldn't quite grasp the concept of levels and angles, although she tried her hardest knowing it was essential to Seventeen's famed synchronization.

Rushing out of Wonwoo's room, she threw on the first hoodie she found in Mingyu's room before rushing to leave, locking the door behind her. Waving down a taxi, she sent prayers to all the gods she did not believe in that she'd pass whatever test they were giving her. She wanted to debut. She needed to. She wasn't about to let herself be sent back to LA. Not when she had family here.

author's note: ahhh! thank you so much for reading! things are about to get intense (,,>﹏<,,)

[smallmeanie]

Frankie jerk off session stats:

Heart rate: 138 bpm

Time: about 25 minutes ???

Amount of lube used: a small squirt of ky :)

(You’re so gorgeous)

small squirt ;)

[maxximusrex666]

ingested two capsules at 10:52 PM

reading literature on toxicity

“Upon arrival to the ED, the patient had normal respiratory effort with an oxygen saturation of 100% on room air, a heart rate of 97 beats per minute (bpm), and a blood pressure 138/73 mmHg. He was alert on presentation but not oriented to location and persistently believed he was still in the barracks. He had a flat affect and would answer questions with short, simple, and sometimes delayed responses. His pupils were dilated, but equal and reactive. Neurologic examination was otherwise unremarkable except for a persistent erection.”

i’m really excited to see how this goes.

[soreheadphones]

SAUDADE - Nostalgic x Sad Type Beat Hip Hop Instrumental 138 Bpm

[djcparis]

Mix D'j'C - Psy Trance 138-146 bpm

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[jinxed-sinner]

List of Hazbin Hotel Songs You Can Do CPR To

*From what I found via a quick Google search, recommended BPM for CPR is 100 to 120 BPM

Hell's Greatest Dad (120 BPM)

Respectless (101 BPM)

It Starts With Sorry (111 BPM)

More Than Anything - Reprise (111 BPM)

For anyone who's wondering the BPM of the other songs on the soundtrack:

Happy Day In Hell - 80 BPM

Hell Is Forever - 138 BPM

Stayed Gone - 202 BPM

Whatever It Takes - 180 BPM

Poison - 75 BPM

Loser, Baby - 88 BPM

More Than Anything - 131 BPM

Welcome To Heaven - 122 BPM

You Didn't Know - 146 BPM

Out For Love - 125 BPM

Ready For This - 137 BPM

Finale - 133 BPM

Additionally, the I.M.P. jingle is 100 BPM so you can also do CPR to the I.M.P. jingle if you really want to. Just thought someone would be interested in knowing lmao

[wxnderlvstblog]

Creating a setlist for Jersey Club involves a keen sense of rhythm, tempo, and the crowd's energy. The genre typically revolves around the 130-140 BPM range, and DJs often use creative sampling, chopping, and remixing to elevate the performance. Below is a hypothetical Jersey Club setlist that aims to deliver a balanced experience by considering key compatibility and a smooth BPM curve:

Opening Vibes

DJ Sliink - "Too Much Ice" (feat. Lil Texas) (Key: Fm, BPM: 134)

UNIIQU3 - "Phase 3" (Key: Bm, BPM: 136)

Building Up

DJ Tameil - "I Get Moolah" (Key: Dm, BPM: 135)

DJ Sliink - "Put Cha Back In It" (Key: Dm, BPM: 136)

Hype Section

DJ Tameil & DJ Tim Dolla - "It's Going Down" (Key: Fm, BPM: 136)

DJ Sliink & Flosstradamus - "Crowd Ctrl" (Key: Fm, BPM: 138)

Peak Time

DJ 4B & Aazar - "Pop Dat" (Key: F#m, BPM: 136)

UNIIQU3 - "Phase 3" (Hoodboi Remix) (Key: F#m, BPM: 138)

Vocal-Heavy

DJ Sliink - "Emergency" (feat. Youngboy Never Broke Again) (Key: Am, BPM: 134)

DJ Tameil - "I'm The Shit" (Key: Am, BPM: 135)

Winding Down

DJ Tameil - "Beautiful" (Key: Cm, BPM: 134)

DJ Sliink - "Trifecta (If You Don't)" (Key: Cm, BPM: 134)

Encore

DJ Sliink & Skrillex - "Saint Laurent" (feat. Wale) (Key: Gm, BPM: 136)

Note: This list is based on hypothetical BPM and key information, as I can't verify the availability or exact details of each track. The setlist aims to offer a balanced energy curve, smooth transitions in key, and a range of BPMs to keep the crowd engaged. Adjust according to your audience and venue for the best results.

[denizenhardwick]

broke out the pulse oximeter, i peaked at 138 bpm laying down and now i'm steadily dropping down to a more normal range but lemme tell ya, i can FEEL it today!

[caseyscraftycorner]

i live in Boston. Boston is widely considered to be the healthcare capital of the usa. My healthcare is better here than it has been anywhere else i've lived.

I went to the doctor for an unrelated-to-this-story health issue back in july, and they discovered while checking my vitals that my heart rate was concerningly high -- 138 bpm after i'd been sitting for 40 minutes. physically speaking, i'm a mostly-healthy late 20s guy. i walk or take the T everywhere. this was weird and bad enough that the appointment basically instantly entered into make-sure-casey-isn't-dying mode.

they ordered an ECG immediately, which could be done in-office. when the ECG came back normal (except, obviously, for the fact that my heartbeat was very fast), my PCP ordered an echocardiogram, which was scheduled for mid-september.

This is already leagues faster than i have ever had healthcare be anywhere else.

Echocardiogram a couple months later comes back normal, except for the heart rate. My doctor says she doesn't know what to do. As far as she can tell, i'm not in any imminent danger, because all of my results are normal. but my heart rate should not be this high. So she does what any responsible PCP would do, and she refers me to cardiology.

"it's going to be a while" she tells me. "you have to call the specialist scheduling hotline. put it on speaker while you do something else, expect to be on hold for 1-2 hours." she pauses. "and don't expect the appointment to be soon. i don't refer to cardiology much so i don't know what the wait times are exactly, but, uhm. it won't be fast."

I call them in early november. the soonest appointment is march 31st. it is nearly 5 months away. my family in rural new england tell me i'm lucky it's only 5 months. they tell me i'm lucky the doctor believed me. they tell me i'm lucky the doctor didn't punt it 6 months away to see if it would fix itself.

meanwhile, i'm sitting there, like, my heart rate is bad enough that my doctor wants this figured out ASAP. she has done everything she can to get this figured out ASAP. she stopped that appointment to make sure i wasn't in immediate danger. We're pretty sure i'm not in immediate danger. my heart rate is still that bad. and i have to wait 5 months.

Boston is the healthcare capital of the usa. this will be the fastest i have ever seen a specialist in my life.

Sometimes I see people from countries with public healthcare systems post videos that are like “This is the reality of socialized medicine. I had to wait in the ER with my sick baby for 4 hours.” “I had to wait 8 months to see a specialist. That’s egregious.” or “They didn’t have a bed for my loved one in mental health treatment.” and it’s like. Come to America babygirl. You can experience all of this and have your insurance deny it and pay thousands and thousands of dollars for it. Like I know healthcare systems in countries with public health can be bad but when I see someone imply they’re bad because the healthcare is universal, I want to jump through the screen and put my elbow on their throat. “The NHS is deeply flawed, therefore we should abolish it and go back to private healthcare. That will definitely make healthcare in this country better!” I am going to Kill You.

[radioeuroextasis]

Jordan Taylor & Lyd14 - Keep You In My Heart

ZYX Trance welcomes the upcoming USA producer Jordan Taylor from Colorado, and the acclaimed Finish singer and songwriter Lyd14 for the very emotional 138 BPM uplifting banger Keep You In my Heart. Jordan holds degrees in music and he is an excellent saxophonist too. This lovely uplifting vocal beauty applies heavy sharp kicks, pulsating basslines, metallic drums and excellent feel good nostalgic euphoric synths. The big pleasant surprise is that he adds some very beautiful saxophone riffs throughout the track that create a certain elegant atmosphere and elevate the track to the next level. As you can imagine Lyd14 performance is as always to the point as she sings really sensitive and dynamic at the same time. The breakdown is truly smooth and mesmerizing with swirling synths and saxophone melody while underneath variety of touching synthy plucks build the tension towards the full on euphoric hands in the air climax. Keep You In My Heart by Jordan Taylor and Lyd14 is out now on ZYX Trance. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y2Jtvk3x31U Read the full article

[djpacofficial]

The video image is a bit sketchy I’m sorry…

I got inpatient and wanted to upload this one already before I made a decent album cover.

So… It’s 1998.

Remy Unger and Roland Klinkenberg sat together in a room for a while.

Artistic geniuses as they are, they made an EP together: ‘Airwalkin’ & ‘Flamboyant’ was born.

Even though 1998 is musically famous for it’s ‘Belgian Trance’ percentage (check out Fire & Ice, Airwave for example), this EP glides in between what we know, think and feel about music.

Instead of following the uptempo trend (1998 can be found between the Grand Bazaar parking lot and 138 BPM) (I think Bonzai progressive was also born then?) both gentlemen keep a steady 131 & 132 BPM.

How to describe it shortly but honestly: both gentleman’s musical AND personal signature is wildly audible for those who have been blessed with a keen ear. No nonsense low tempo, arousing & forgiving progressive music which even through the hottest flames of hell won’t sweep away from its honorable destination in history.

The perfect example of when producers weren’t trying to mimic a certain zeitgeist which will never be forgotten as our highlight of ‘supreme’ human beings.

Thank you! Endlessly into forever.

[elektra-rtk]

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