#HELLOOO THE MUSIC?? THE SOUND DESIGN??

[sug4rc4ne]

i feel like we dont talk about the scene where donnie pilots the technodrome enough can we please talk about the scene where donnie pilots the technodrome

[colesluvr]

Hello ⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙‼️ can i request a movie! Lloyd x male reader where they are both best friends (who obliviously have a crush on each other but are clueless) and like one day m!reader gets in danger and the green ninja just saves him⁉️ and then like m!reader just like fanboys over the green ninja and rants about him to Lloyd ⁉️

Never Meet Your Idols, They Say | Lloyd Garmadon X Male Reader

hellooo anon! how are you doing?? ty for the request, this was so fun to write! movie!lloyd has my heart, so does the full movie! i really hope you enjoy this, sorry for any spelling mistakes. whats funny is that english is my first language. lmaooo. also this the crappeist shit i've ever written, why does this seem so cringe. cursing warning!

"Who ya' texting"

You let out a scream, jumping at the sound of Kai's voice just by your ear. You turned around to see the brunette smirking. You felt eyes all fall onto you as Kai leaned against the locker beside your open one. You place your phone into your pocket as you calmed your breathibg.

"Bastard, you scared the living hell outa' me!" You slapped his arm as you covered your face with your sweater as everyone went back to their own thing.

"Aw, is Y/N a lil'scaredy cat?" Kai teased, pinching your cheek like a little kid. You glared at your friend before grabbing his hair in an attempt to mess it up.

"Ay, ay, ay! Hair is off limits, y'know that, man!" Kai shouts, letting go of your cheek, all eyes on you both once more before they all just ignored you both.

You let go of Kai's hair, seeing a patch of it messed up. You grinned, feeling proud of yourself as Kai glared.

"I was just coming over to say hi, is that a crime?!" Kai cried, trying his best to fix his hair with his hand as you opened your locker door and placed your backpack inside it, taking out your textbooks for todays class.

Suddenly, the doors swung open and Zane and Lloyd entered the school. Everyone around who say them turned away or walked the opposite way to avoid the boy.

"BRO!," Kai smiled as he jumped and shouted for his friend. "Dude, give me a hug, man, give me a birthday huug!" Kai smiled as he trapped Lloyd in a hug, lifting him off the ground his feet barely touching the floor. "Kai," he laughed as he was lifted off the floor, "That's a good one,"

"Birthday hug?" Zane suddenly smiled as he spoke, "Let me get in on that," Zane opened his arms and scooched his way toward Kai and Lloyd. "Zane!-" Lloyd warned as he got closer, "-I'll increase the pressure dramatically," "Zane! ZAnE!"

The blonde squeaked as Zane hugged both him and Kai, now lifting Kai off the ground. Lloyd was stuck between them like a piece of meat in a sandwich.

You laughed at the sight, suddenly feeling a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see Cole and Jay standing behind you.

"Oh, hey guys!" You greeted them. Cole replied with a nod before vibing to his music from his boombox that was rested on his shoulder, and Jay smiled and waved at you saying hello.

You looked back to the other three to see them walk toward you, Cole, and Jay. You and Lloyd made eye contact and a smile formed on your lips. You took a single step toward them before suddenly a motorbike engine caused you to jump fright, again.

Nya soon game swirving through the end of the hallway on her motorbike. She had a grin on her face as she skids to a stop, leaving bike tracks on the school floor behind her.

"Hey guys!" She greeted.

"Hey Nya." Everyone replied.

"Hey Nya, where'd you get the new bike, at the...great..stuff store?" Jay chuckled nervously, hiding his blush under his orange scarf as Cole rolled his eyes.

"Guys! Check out my new paint-job!" She smirked, you all looked down to see her new design on her motorcycle. Just by her foot, "The Lady-Iron Dragon!" She told, "My HERO!"

Before anyone could say anything about it, "Hey everybody, look!" Chad's voice caused you all to look down the hall to see Chad and two cheerleaders grin at you all evily, "It's Garma'DORK' and the DORK'squad!"

You rolled your eyes,, crossing your arms as Chad continued to talk. "You want to hear our new cheer?"

Oh god

"L-L-O-Y-D,, his dad is bad and so is he. Boo Lloyd,, Boo Lloyd."

"BOO LLOYD!" Chad screamed the ending. Everyone gave them a 'what-the-fuck' look but Lloyd gave them a awkward smile. "Greeat chant! I'll bet you got a number one hit on your hands!"

As soon as Lloyd said that, the bell rang. Everyone soon scattered the hallways getting to their class. You all said bye before heading to class, but before you and Lloyd left you waited until he closed his locker and locked it.

"Hey, happy birthday!" You handed Lloyd agreen wrapping paper with a darker green bow decorated on top of it. Lloyd hesitaded for a moment before smiling and taking the present.

"Thanks, Y/N. See you after school? We were planning on ging to that new bubble tea shack that just opened up, there treat apparently, probably because it's my birthday. Although they don't all need to get me bubble tea, but it would be nice-"

"Garmadon and L/N!" The princopals voice caused you and your best friend to flinch. "Get to class or you both will be on hall duty for the next week!" You both said goodbye before heading different ways daon the hall to get to class, refusing to make eye contact with the principal.

-

It was the end of the day and through the middle of the day Garmadon's forces attacked. Thankfully the secert Ninja force jumped in and stopped Garmadon's forces from taking over Ninjago, for the millionth time this year.

Seriously, when is that guy going to get the hint he will never win.

Anyway, you were on the school bus home where you would walk to meet up with the others. Since Lloyd texted your the address, you assumed you would quickly run home before leaving.

The bus ride was smooth, sure some kids were being loud and just being teenagers, but that's how you act around the others so you didn't say anything because we all know you act the same way with your friends.

You had your ear buds in, unable to hear anything in the outside world. As you looked out the window you could see something in the distance by the beach. The bus was driving on a freeway that shows the entire beach and water. You squint your eyes to get a better view of what you were looking at.

You gasp when you realized.

More of Garmadon's shark crew were arriving once again for a second try you assumed, but this time they seemed more prepaired. They had jets, land machines that overran the beach in seconds.

As you took out your phone to dial Lloyd, your mouth gaped open slightly seeing something emerge out of the water.

It was a large black mech with the head of a shark. And in the driver's seat was no one but, Lord Garmadon himself. More kids on the bus soon saw it and made their way toward the window, pushing you out of the way and onto a seat.

As the driver tried to get the kids to sit back down, you quickly dialed Lloyd and placed the phone to your ear.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up, pic-"

"Y/N?" Lloyd's voice was heard on the other end of the phone. "There you are, we're waiting for you by the bubble tea shack, I thoughy you said you-"

"Lloyd! Your dad's back! And he seems pretty ticked off! There's these weird shark mechs running around, destroying everything. it's bad."

Lloyd and the others looked at each other, and before he could reply, shark airships were seen fly over the city in less then two seconds, them hitting buildindgs, shooing lasers.

Everybody soon started to panic, scream, and run around to get to safety has Garmadon attacked the city. The group nod before running off.

Lloyd put his phone by his ear, "Y/N?! Where are you?"

"Uh- on the school bus just by the freeway. We are-"

The sound of clashing and crashing and people's screams caused Lloyd's heart to sink. "Y/N!?" He called out multiple times, waiting for a response. He ran faster to the warehouse, where he would meet up with the others.

"Crap!" Lloyd cursed under his breath when the phone line cut off, leaving you in who knows what.

"Shit!" You yelled as the bus was hit by a laser beam, the bus struggled to stay on road, your phone flying out the window. Everyone swirved to try and stay put and not fall over, but the road was basically destoryed.

The bus skid off to the side, falling on it's side causing evryone on bored to fall to the floor, forcing themselves to hold on top something.

Suddenly, the bus stopped. You were hidden under a seat as you tried to protect your body the best you can. However, something seemed off. You felt like something was off. You leaned over to peek out the window. Rookie mistake. You covered your scream to not move the bus too much because one movement could send this bus falling to it's doom.

It was inches from falling off the edge of the freeway.

"Is everybody okay?" You called out, making sure nobody was hurt. Thankfully, nobody was injured. "Okay, good. Nobody move!"

"What do you mean?" A boy cried out, "I'm getting out of here, this was the worst bus ride ever!" As he go up, you tried to shout at him to sit down. "BOY I WILL STRANGLE YOU, SIT YO' ASS DOWN!" And so he did. However this caused everyone to get all riled up, trying to look out the window to see what the problem was.

Suddenly this one girl screamed when she saw the bus was inches away from falling. "OMG WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!"

"WE AIN'T DYING, SIT DOWN AND DON'T MOVE AND WE'LL BE FINE!"

"Screw you, man! I'm livin' , you however can stay here and fall to your death!"

"Omg-" You whispered under your breath as the driver, you, and most kids tried to get kids under control until help arrived.

You, yourself started to panic. What if the Ninja's don't rescue you in time? Are the others okay? Anything coul have happened to them! Why couldn't Garmadon wait to attack UNTIL you've gotten home?! That way you could be with the others and know their okay.

Throught your thought the bus suddenly started to move. Everyone thinking it was falling forward and about to hit the ground, you all hugged each other and screamed. However, that wasn't the case. You peeked one eye open to look out the window. You saw buildings fly past as you did.

The bus was in the air, not falling to the ground. Most kids pushed each other away, your buddy did the same to you realizing they weren't falling.

You all ran to a window and looked up to see the Green Ninja's dragon hold up the bus. All the kids started to cheer for the Ninja.

You, however, were smiling like a dork. Out of all the Ninja's that culd save you you're favorite Ninja saves you?! Tell me your dreaming?

You felt the wheels on the bus hit a safe patch of road, the emergency back opening and all the kids ran outside to see the Ninja. You were the last to come out, You saw the Water Ninja in the distance, checking to see if kids were okay before leaving in her mech.

As you exited the bus, you were suddenly in the arms of the Green Ninja. He squeezed you tight, a relief laugh escaped his mouth.

"Oh thank goodness your okay! I on't what I woul do if-" Suddenly he stopped talking and you are literally just standing, frozen in shock and exciement. He pulled back and dusted off your sweater and cleared his throat, "If-If I didn't come and save you all." He awkwardly pats your shoulder and moved back, not wanting to scare you anymore.

"Are you okay?" He asked and you nod, slowly, still progressing that you are talking to the Green Ninja. "Good...good. Uh, I-I'd advise you stay inside, find shealter and don't come out until the all clear is given. You know, the ususal."

"I love you."

Silence.

"What?"

"Sorry! Sorry, that-that came out...weird. Uh,-" You chuckled awkwardly. You could see the blush the Ninja gave you as you said that. Even though his face was covered, you could see he was flustered by his stutters.

"Your-Your my favorite Ninja! You-You remind me so much like a friend." You admitted, your cheeks turning hot by the second.

"Uh-No-No I don't. Even if I did, who would-would that be?" He coughed.

"Uh, he's-he's name's Lloyd. And-And he's the best friend I can ask for. He talks alot, he cares a lot, he always makes sure I'm okay....like you did just now."

Shoot. Lloyd thought he was caught, but, "And I love that about him. He's just amazing in everyway! He's hair is soft, he's an amazing hugger, he makes me laugh when I'm at my worst. I just wish I could pick up the courage to tell him...I love him...."

You and the Green Ninja made eye contact. He was too stunned for words. You felt your legs shake as you realized what you have said.

"I-I'm sorry! You-You probably have no idea what Im blabbering about, or even who I'm-" "-I do!"

You gave him a confused look, "Huh?"

"I-I mean, I-I don't know..w-who you're talking about, b-but he seems like a nice guy...I-I just understand...how hard it can be...to tell someone you love them...." He chuckled sheepishly.

You both were quiet for a moment before you both coughed awkwardly, understanding the moment. You noticed the Ninja looked up and back down to you after he nods, "Uh, well. I'm glad your okay, sir. Please get to safety and...good luck..with that Lloyd dude, I have a feeling things will fo smoothly with you two." He pats your shoulder before running back to his dragon.

You watched as he saluted everyone who thanked them one last time before flying off.

Your pounded against your chest. A smile formed on your lips as you watched him dissapear behind a building. "Yo! Loverbird!" A voice threw you out of your trance. You looked over to see a kid from the bus cal over to you.

[nnjzz]

KUNTARI + MAQ / OTOS ++ SARAH TERRAL + NICOLAS DEBADE

BONJOUR / BONSOIR / / HELLOOO)))

MARDI LE 26.11

Le Non_Jazz

KUNTARI  id MAQ + OTOS  arg / fr SARAH TERRAL fr NICOLAS DEBADE fr

OLYMPIC CAFÉ 20 rue Léon 75018 M° Château Rouge

20:00 portes 20:45 ACTION!

P.A.F. 6€ KUNTARI  id Duo de " primal-core " ( néologisme conçu par le leader et l'initiateur du projet Tesla Manaf), originaire de Bandung en Indonésie.

Leur musique s'inspire autant de sons de la nature ( avec une prédilection particulière pour les cris d'accouplement d'animaux sauvages - y compris ceux de gigantesques créatures imaginaires ) que de rythmiques et de textures des musiques balinaises et / ou chinoises traditionnelles.

Guitare / batterie / instruments traditionnels / électronique ou encore cornet ou trompette ( joués avec une technique non-orthodoxe appliquée aux embouchures ), produisent des textures et des climats sombres et soutenus, tissant la bande-son d'un mystérieux rituel, se déroulant dans une ambiance moite et onirique.

Le groupe a collaboré notamment avec entre autres, Keiji Haino, Fuyuki Yamakawa, Rully Shabara, Arthur Hnatek, Morgue Vanguard, Jonas Engel, Luigi Monteanni, Yuji Ishihara and Yasushi Yoshida.

MAQ + OTOS  arg / fr Duo inédit et transatlantique. Macarena Aguilar Tau ( aka  MAQ) - qui vit et travaille à Buenos Aires - est artiste sonore, chef d'orchestre, compositrice et productrice dont le travail se concentre sur l'expérimentation combinant éléments acoustiques, électroacoustiques et électroniques.

Elle compose de la musique pour des ensembles instrumentaux, bandes-son ( musique et / ou sound design ) pour films, podcasts, pièces de théâtre, installations, dispositifs de  réalité virtuelle et se produit aussi - solo ou en collaboration avec d'autres - sur scène en réalisant des performances électroniques en direct.

OTOS est une nouvelle facette du travail de la violoncelliste / contrebassiste / compositrice-improvisatrice Félicie Bazelaire.

Avec ce nouveau projet, elle a développé un dispositif électro-acoustique lui permettant d’improviser à partir de ses propres sons de contrebasse préalablement enregistrés.

Elle envisage ce jeu musical comme une extension polyphonique de son instrument et peut ainsi créer des paysages sonores où rythmiques organiques et harmonies flottantes cohabitent.

SARAH TERRAL fr Un des multiples projets de Clément Vercelletto ( Orgue Agnès, Kaumwald, Engoulevent ), ici à la synthèse modulaire.

" Habitué à façonner des sons fourmillants, qu’ils soient organiques ou technoïdes, on le retrouve ici face à une approche minimaliste et épurée. Chaque séquence, chaque note est posée dans un espace évanescent et impalpable. Les modulations électroniques sont précises et l’histoire que nous raconte le musicien est limpide et sans fioritures. "  ( Instants Chavirés )

NICOLAS DEBADE fr Que ce soit pour ses compositions ou ses lives ( " à base d’oscillateurs, pédales d’effets, synthés et feedbacks, puisant dans la matière noire et toutes autres sources d’intérêt pour les musiques obscures et énergiques" ), ses influences se situent autant du côté des musiques improvisées que des pionniers électroacoustiques, des bruitistes et expérimentateurs en tout genre.

Musicien, compositeur, chercheur. A fait partie du duo de noise marseillais Ohmodron,et a par ailleurs pu se produire en solo ou a participé à d'autres groupes.

Après des années passées à Marseille à côtoyer les scènes conventionnelles ou interlopes, après des études de piano en conservatoire et dans le son, jusqu’à un doctorat en sciences de l’art et sociologie, il rejoint fin 2019 l’équipe du GRM.

Fly - Jo L'Indien

[procrastinatorimagines]

hellooo, can i have imagine with Angus MacGyver?

Gala + Tension + Bombs

The fundraiser was a lot more glamorous than Matty had let on and the food, as Jack had said repeatedly through a full mouth, was delicious. It really was, there was caviar, shrimp and a whole array of hors d'oeuvres that made your mouth water, though you wished the portions were a little bigger. You weaved in between the guests on the arm of your date for the evening, Angus MacGyver, who was currently sporting a very flattering white suit. Not that you’d tell him the ‘flattering’ part - you’d actually told him that white was the worst colour to get stains out of. He may have joked that your floor length red dress was appropriate for hiding blood stains then, but that was the added bonus of the colour you were going for anyway. 

A waiter came by with champagne flutes and Mac grabbed two for the both of you as you positioned yourself close to the dance floor, within ear shot of your targets - a couple of American arms traffickers posing as dignitaries, Conrad and Charlene Elmore. Both the man and the woman looked intimiating, their features were nearly as sharp as their outfits as they conversed with foreign nationals. The traffickers had decided that the best place to arrange a sell for their arms was at a fundraiser specifically designed to raise aid for those affected by the destruction their weapons, and those like it, caused.

You, Mac and Jack were tasked with tailing the sellers, while Riley and Bozer monitored from the van, checking incoming communications for when the buyers would arrive and seeing if they could trace the weapons themselves. Matty’s intel told the Phoenix that they were making their trade in untraceable diamonds, but you did not know what the buyers looked like, or when they were meeting the sellers at the fundraiser. 

“Okay, keep your eyes peeled, it’s been over an hour since Mr and Mrs Terrorist arrived, they could be making their sell at any moment.” Matty’s voice sounded in your ear over coms.

“Do you really think they’d make the trade right here Matty? I don’t exactly see any weapons of mass destruction on hand.” Jack replied, clearly still eating. Mac rolled his eyes.

“That isn’t how these guys work. Our intel says that they have drop sites located near where they make their sales. Diamonds go to them, and if they check out, a key and location go to the buyer. This way if the authorities ever did catch on to where the weapons were, the sellers would be long gone.” Mac explained, offering you his hand for a dance as your targets made their way to the floor.

“it’s smart really, it’s how they’ve avoided being caught for so long. We only got this intel because the CIA got one of their buyers to flip.” You continued, eyes not leaving your targets as you and Mac danced, a little too closely for comfort in the dress you were wearing. The middle of an op was no time to think about your crush on Mac, you scolded yourself as the music changed to a slow dance. Mac’s hands went to your waist, mimicking what the rest of the crowd were doing as yours went to his shoulders. You noted Jack’s pointed glace in your direction as the two of you danced, especially as the couple next to you went in for a kiss, causing Mac’s cheeks to go a little pink and avoid eye contact.

Okay so maybe there’d been a moment on the last op when you’d kissed him to maintain your cover at a night club when you’d snuck into the back room to plant a bug. Maybe. Mac had been a little uncomfortable with you ever since and you weren’t entirely sure what that meant. But as the music continued to play you found yourself being drawn closer and closer to him until your arms were more around his neck than his shoulders. Mac was pulling you closer too, until you were an inch apart. Then the song ended.

He cleared his throat and took a step back, maybe a little too quickly as he noticed Jack grinning behind you both. The sellers finished their dance too, and started heading off the dance floor in the direction of a shorter, balding man who had appeared at the side of the stage, glass of whiskey in hand and what appeared to be a monacle on his face.

“That might be our buyer.” Mac stated and you nodded, signaling to Jack who had already seen where you were looking.

“I’ll see if I can get a bit closer,” Jack said, “Riley, tell me when these camera glasses thingys get a read on Mr Bond Villian over there.” Jack pushed the fake glasses up his nose and wiped his hands on his trousers, moving closer to where a waiter was standing with a tray of champagne.

“Don’t get too close,” Riley said over comms, “we don’t need him getting suspicious, just a little further... yep I got it.” Jack took a sip of his champagne and turned away from the three suspects again. You and Mac approached the tables near where Jack had been standing.

“One of them will probably go for the exit closes the stage, it takes them out down the side of the building towards the kitchen,” you explained.

“Intel says the sellers never stay to the end of the events they attend so my money is on the couple taking that exit,” Bozer replied, “we’ll see them if they do.” Bozer and Riley’s van, designed to look like a meat delivery truck, was positioned just outside the kitchen’s in the staff car park.

“Okay, if they leave, follow them at a distance. Jack, meet up with Riley and Bozer outback once Riley has an ID on our mystery buyer. Mac, Y/N, you’ll take it from there, let’s see exactly what this guy is paying for and make sure it never gets out onto the streets.” Matty ordered just as Riley got a hit on facial rec.

“Okay, this guy is called Horatio, believe it or not, Horatio Delatorre, interpol has him as one of the richest and most dangerous global arms traders; it looks like our local traffickers are expanding their market.” Riley relayed the information and you and Mac shared an uneasy look.

“If we take him down, we take a key player off the board.” Matty said.

“Let’s not lose him then.” Mac said grimly, as a velvet pouches was exchanged between the targets. “Diamonds for the key and location I’d guessing” he noted, “they’re about to be on the move.” Jack was already out the other side door, he’d be rendevousing with the others any second, which was good because the Elmore’s were making their exit stage left and Delatorre was heading back to mingle with the rest of the guests. 

“Okay, Jack, Riley, Boze, you’re about to have company. It looks like Delatorre is going to hang around for a little white so we’ll meet back up at the exfil point once we have the weapon and Delatorre in custody.” The Elmore’s were officially out the building and you and Mac were left with the final target.

A few hors d'oeuvres, mindless chit chat and two awkward dances later, and Delatorre was heading for the front exit. You and Mac followed at a safe distance, getting your car from the chauffeur as Delatorre’s and his driver cruised down the street. 

Mac hopped in the drivers seat as you climbed into the passengers side, swapping into flats and pulling your gun out of an array of handheld weapons from a draw in an underseat compartment. “Remind me how Bozer got Matty to let him use Phoenix money to recreate a Bond car.” You joked, appreciating the leg slit in your dress as you attached a fully stocked thigh holster. It was only when you noticed Mac clenching his jaw that you realised putting your bare leg up on the dashboard might have been a little much, quickly lowering it as he took a left turn, slowing down and switching off the lights as the buyer pulled into a shipping yard.

“We should go on foot from here,” he said, making you glad you’d brought spare shoes, your feet had not appreciated 6 flights of stairs and a fight with two highly trained mercenaries a few weeks prior, your heels still hadn’t fully recovered.

You and Mac approached cautiously as Delatorre got out, appearing to be counting the containers until he stopped at a battered looking red one with the number 7 on the front. It was a far cry away from the glitz and glam the traffickers were known for, but you guessed that was the point.

Delatorre’s driver was waiting by the car, his gun clearly visible in his hand. You noted another in his belt, but besides him you couldn’t see any other men. You almost thought this was going to be easy when a black SUV’s pulled up, 7 armed men piling out as you and Mac shared an uneasy look; thankfully they had come from the other direction, and hadn’t see your car parked up behind the welcome sign. “I still like our odds,” you offered and Mac smirked, that smile quickly falling, however, when the container open and you saw the weapons inside. “Are they what I think they are?” You whispered. The profanity that came out of Mac’s mouth answering your question for you.

“That, is a lot of thermobaric bombs. If any one of them were to get out, the destruction would be...” Mac didn’t need to finish, you may not have been a science genius like him, but you knew your weaponry.

You looked past the men to the water. “They’re getting them out on a boat,” you guessed.

“Y/N’s right,” Matty cut in, “we have an registered ship approaching the dock, if those weapons make it to sea we could lose them. Hurry.”

“No pressure then,” Mac mumbled. You could see the cogs in his head working away in that way only Mac’s mind did. He looked around and saw a few empty canisters lying on top of what appeared to be pile of scrap metal all to be taken out for the trash.

“Let me guess, one man’s trash-” You started.

“Is another man’s treasure?” Mac grinned at you as he moved. “Always. These gas canisters are mostly empty, but if there’s enough left I should be able to cause a distraction.” He explained.

“Long enough for me to kick some ass?” You presumed and Mac nodded. “I can get behind that plan.”

“This guy’s so good he’s gotten complacent, I doubt he’s expecting anyone to stop him, let alone a beautiful woman in a dress.” Mac said as he worked, seemingly unaware of the actual words he said until he noticed you looking at him, eye brow raised with an amused look on your face. “I mean not that... not that you’re not... I just meant... Ah ha!” Mac was saved by the hiss of the canister, a fact he looked very thankful for. “Okay, when you see the signal go down and do your thing.”

“What’s the signal?” You asked as Mac picked up his device.

“You’ll see.” He said, disappearing around the side of the containers, angling closer to where the men were starting to pack the bombs into trolleys to take to the ship. You rolled your eyes; it was going to be an explosion wasn’t it? Whenever Mac said that it was always followed by a loud... Bang!

The sound of, you guessed it, an explosion sounded to your left, along with a brilliant flash of light that sent the guards scrambling to protect their boss, leaving the right open for you to slip down. By the time you were spotted you were close enough to pull the gun out of his hand, smashing it across his head. He crumbled to the floor as you pulled the ammunition cartridge out the bottom, tossing it aside and rolling around the back of the SUV as shots sounded. Half in your direction, half in the direction Mac was. You pulled out your own gun from your thigh holster and fired back, making sure not to fire too close to the giant container of bombs to your right, or the ones on the trolley near your left. Now that would end badly.

A few went down and the remaining focused their attention on you, closing in on your position. Thankfully, that gave Mac enough time to come up behind them, taking out one, and allowing you to take advantage of the confusion to disarm and incapacitate the last two while Delatorre ran for his car. 

“That could have been worse,” you stated, barely even glancing away from Mac as you fired your last bullet at Delatorre, clipping him in the thigh and sending him to the ground inches from the drivers side door of his car. He wasn’t going anywhere. And neither were the bombs. “All in all I’d say-”

Mac’s lips crashing into yours stopped your words, and any coherent thought you had in your head, in their tracks. He pulled away quickly and you blinked at him in shock. “Mac-”

“Sorry,” he cut you off, moving his hand when he realised it was on your waist, “I just had to do that, I’ve been thinking about it since the last op but seeing you kick ass in that dress...” He trailed off and you smiled at the embarassed look on his face, more glad than you’d expected that he hadn’t been awkward with you for the opposite reason. You grabbed him by his tie and pulled him back in for another kiss, but this time it was interuppted by Delatorre groaning and attempting to crawl towards his car. 

“Right, terrorist, bombs, mission,” you listed a little breathlessly.

“Continue this later?” Mac offered.

“Definitely.” You winked at him, reloading your gun and getting Matty back on comms, looking to where the ship was now docked, probably full of more hired guns.

Yeah, you were going to need back up, but at least you had something to look forward to later.

[slayfics]

I Love You.

More Fluff

You join the band at a radio interview only to be surprised that the interviewer asks Murdoc about his relationship with you.

You looked around the station taking everything in. You were at a radio station with Murdoc and the rest of the band. They were going to be doing an interview and Murdoc asked if you wanted to come along. Since being in a relationship with Murdoc you’ve experienced a lot of things you never imagined and watching a band get interviewed for the radio was definitely one of the exciting ones. 

“Mate could you give me an idea of some of the questions you’re going to ask so we can prepare a bit?” Murdoc asked the radio DJ.

“Sure yeah! So i’m just gonna ask a bit about what’s next for the Gorillaz, favorite moments in the band, and what you guys are up to in you personal life with the hiatus going on.” 

“Well I wouldn’t really call this a hiatus b-“

“Oh sorry could you wait till we are recording.” The DJ asked looking a little apprehensive from cutting Murdoc off. He had seen Murdoc get out of hand in interviews and was worried about already getting on his bad side.

“Right right.” Murdoc said waving his hand as if to shoo the thought away.

“Okay we will start in about 3 minutes.” He said and walked away to finish the last of the set up. Murdoc walked over to you.

“So we will be set up here in the sound booth but you’ll be able to hear and watch us from over there.” He pointed to the room on the other side of the glass. 

“Sure.” You said and smiled. Murdoc leaned over and kissed your forehead. You moved to the other room where there was a couch to sit and watch the interview take place. The band sat in their designated seats ready for the interview to start. The DJ came over to his spot.

“Okay is everyone ready?” The DJ asked. “Here we go.” He flicked a switch and the recording light turned on. 

“Hey hey all you beautiful people! It’s your favorite DJ and i’m here with the Gorillaz.” The bass line from Feel Good Inc. played in the background. “Say hi everyone.” The DJ encouraged the band. 

“Hellooo this is Murdoc Niccals straight from your nightmares and onto your radio.” 

“Hi hi! This is Noodle!!”

“Hey what’s going on this is Russle.” There was an awkward pause as the three waited then slowly turned to 2D waiting for him to talk. Murdoc smacked 2D on the arm.

“Oh uh hi umm yeah and i’m 2D singer for the Gorillaz and sometimes keyboard and this one time I played a-“

“Sooo” Murdoc interjected cutting off 2D. “What do you want to know about the Gorillaz?” 

“Okay first thank you for being here with us, and I think what we all want to know is where are you guys now? Was that the end of Gorillaz or will we get another album eventually?” 

“Well immortal things can’t end now can they?” Murdoc answered. “Sometimes instead they adapt and transform to the times, but end of Gorillaz mate? No never. You can’t get rid of us that easy.” 

“Well that’s really good to hear! Can you tell us a bit about what’s next for G-Shock?” 

“Well we have some new designs coming out for sale September 18th!” Noodle answered enthusiastically.

“Noodle could you tell us a bit about what you have been up to since the tour ended last year?”

“I’ve mainly been spending my time with Katsu.” She answered.

“Thats sweet.” The DJ Laughed. “So Murdoc, coming back to you, your fans have been speculating quite a lot. There’s been a few paparazzi photos of you recently with a girl and I think the fans want to know is this your girlfriend? Have you finally settled down from that rock star life style?” The DJ asked. Murdoc’s eyes grew large and his mouth was left agape. He was taken by surprise, he had been asked about relationships before but not in this way, and not with the girl present.

“Well uh…” he was still trying to find words to speak. You suddenly felt sweaty and dizzy. You too were in shock. You never thought Murdoc would ever be asked about YOU in an interview. Why weren’t they asking him about music or how he got the Geep back?? Murdoc finally seemed to regain his cool and started to answer the question.

“The rock star life style never fades out does it? It’s sort of a commitment in itself and settling down I couldn’t even begin to know the meaning of that you know? Life’s always moving and you got to move with it. I haven’t had a real girlfriend since I was a dumb chap back in school.” Murdoc said. You froze. Anger, sadness, regret, frustration, humiliation ran through your body all at once and you couldn’t handle it. WHAT WAS HE FUCKING SAYING? Murdoc was the one that asked you if he was your boyfriend. You stared at him through the glass still in denial of what you heard, but the interview continued and he never turned to even glance at you. You stood up and ran out of the studio. 

You made your way to the ally of the building where you leaned against the wall and sunk to the floor. You put your head between your knees to keep yourself from hyperventilating. Could you really be that stupid? Murdoc was famous of course. You never felt like he lied in any moments he was with you though. When he asked to be your boyfriend if felt so real like he never wanted anything more. So why this sudden change? How could he humiliate you like that? Had you been fooling yourself this whole time? Was he cheating on you? Sure you spent most nights with him but you had work and a normal persons life, not some rock star party life like he had. He could easily have other relationships and you would be oblivious. Just when you thought you were going to explode the door flew open. 

It was Noodle and she rushed to sit down on the floor across from you.

“I’m sorry.” She said. “Murd-“

“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT!” You barked back. You looked up and saw Noodle’s expression was similar to a hurt puppy. Her eyes were full of sympathy and you instantly felt bad for yelling at her. “I’m sorry Noodle, I just….” You felt the tears finally start to come. Noodle hugged you as you cried into her shoulder.

“Murdoc is stupid.” She said.

“Yeah..” You mumbled. “But you heard him. He doesn’t have a girlfriend and that’s the end of that.” Noodle pulled away to look at you.

“You’re leaving him?” She asked.

“Yes. I was stupid to think this could be meaningful. I just want to go home.” You said putting your head in your hands. The door swung open and 2D poked his head out from behind it.

“Um Noodle they want ya back inside, we’re supposed to take pictures now or sumthin’” He said. 

“Okay,” she said getting up from the floor. “I’ll be back ok?” She said looking at you with a concerned expression. You didn’t want to speak so you just nodded your head. The two walked inside and just when the door was about to close it swung open again. You looked up expecting to see Noodle but it was Murdoc this time. You stood up quickly and took a step away from him.

“Hey I-“ He started to say.

“NO I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT MURDOC!” You yelled back.

“Darling ju-“

“DON’T FUCKING CALL ME THAT! And don’t worry I was just about to take an Uber home so go inside and take your band pictures but make sure you look good FOR ALL THE OTHER BITCHES YOU’VE BEEN SEEING!”

“You know that’s not true.” He said looking defeated.

“I don’t fucking care what you have to say. You’ve already said it you don’t have a girlfriend.” Your voice was shaky and you were trying your hardest not to let any more tears out. You stared at his shoes while you spoke because it was too hard to look at him. “You know, I told all my friends. Do you now how humiliating that is and I just don’t understand all those things you said before. You know I never expected an actual relationship from you but I was stupid enough to try and you just so carelessly throw my feelings aside lik-”

“JUST GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK.” He yelled. This took you by surprise and caused you to look up at him for the first time. He had tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “I’ve never done this before.” He said, his voice was shaky as well. “Please come inside with me.” 

“No.” “Please just let me show you.” He said tears dripping from his face now. “You can leave but please just come inside with me, just give me 5 minutes please.” He looked desperate and fragile as if he were about to shatter in front of you. You hated him right now and the thought of going back in that room made you nauseous but you nodded your head.

“Five minutes” You said and wiped the remaining tears off your face. 

“Thank you.” He went to grab your hand but you pulled yours away. He didn’t say anything just opened the door for you to walk in. You both walked back into the studio where you refused to make eye contact with anyone.

“Hey I actually forgot something.” Murdoc said to the DJ.

“What’s that?”

“Just an announcement about the band.” 

“Oh well I suppose we could record that and edit it in.” The DJ said. “Come back in the booth.” Murdoc followed him and they both sat back down. The DJ turned on the recording light.

“Hey hey listeners, I’m back again with Murdoc Niccals who says he has a big announcement about the Gorillaz.”

“Well it’s not so much big news for the Gorillaz as it is big news for me.” Murdoc said staring at the table.

“Okay well we are all ears.” The DJ said but his expression showed confusion. He looked out at the rest of the band who all shrugged their shoulders indicating they didn’t know what was going on either.

“Well,” Murdoc started. “I told you a little bit of a lie earlier.” He laughed nervously. “See that girl in all those paparazzi photos, well she is my girlfriend. Contrary to the whole life style of one night stands that i’ve known before. You see, I’ve never…mmm” he tilted his head a bit. You couldn’t remember the last time you had seen Murdoc have to pause to search for words. He always seemed to know what to say, but he didn't now. “I’ve never had this type of relationship before, i’m absolutely terrified, extraordinarily happy, but immensely terrified. I’m terrified of messing up but I suppose I already have haven’t I? And i’m petrified of loosing her because well she’s the best thing to ever come into my life and.. I love her…” He laughed again looking at the table still but then looked up at you and smiled. 

You smiled back.

[wormbook22]

Hello world... again

Hellooo,

Thank you for finding me! \(^o^)/

This blog is mostly to promote my favorite arts & music, plus some stuffs about audio production (technical or not).

I used to have another blog on the same topics under the same name. However, due to some issues with Tumblr support (nothing illegal I swear o.O), I now need to create another one.

What you’ll find here:

Reviews of mostly non-mainstream musicians and their works (albums, singles, soundtracks, lives, operas etc.)

My journey of sound exploration, including discussion of music genres, recording techniques, instrument design etc.

(Sometimes) Other stuffs: books, art films, anime, paintings, comics, manga, sculptors, 3D rendering etc.

MINIMAL shitposting. I may post #random things and #announcement from time to time. The truly irrelevant stuffs are marked with #please ignore. Just block them.

I aim to churn out contents once every week for short posts (starting Aug this year), but more in-depth stuffs may take months, as I’m rather busy irl.

Now, here are some house rules before I start with the juicy posts:

1. Non-mainstream music?

That’s over-generalizing a bit, but I like weird stuffs from different genres all over the world. If it’s done right to me, it doesn’t matter if it’s jazz, pop, house, avant-garde, classical, hip-hop, soundtrack stuffs or whatever in-between. A few examples (not in any order): Kajiura Yuki, Ennio Morricone, Billie Eilish, Sergei Rachmaninoff, Björk, Agust D, Ulrich Drechsler, Hanoi Duo.

With that said, I’m quite biased with a mix of powerful female vocals, stuffs in minor keys & lots of evolving counter melodies. Sure, each of those do typically appear in mainstream music, but I tend to prefer more eclectic combinations of them. I’m sure I’ll unconsciously cover more people like that.

You’ll likely discover lots of weird people here. Do follow official channels of those who interest you! :D

2. Sound exploration...?

Well, after having too much time for introspection during Covid-19, I’m thinking of switching career to something along the line of foley artist or sound engineer. No idea what I want yet, so I’m exploring possible professions. Since this is a music-related blog, I just want to share my journey, haha.

Posts about this will have a separate hashtag so those not interested can ignore them. Topics will range from modding instruments, sound-making & recording paraphernalia, music theory, music history etc.

3. Weeb? NO. Maybe nerd at most.

In case someone spotted me mentioning “anime” and “manga” and thought ��what if...”, no, I’m not into waifus, bishounen cults, or the other stuffs (you know what I mean)... Do not expect such contents here, though you can freely fangirl/fanboy about your favorite stuffs in the comment section (but keep it toxic-free plz) (^o^)/

I love many anime & manga series just as much as I enjoy Pan’s Labyrinth or NatGeo documentaries. I casually join fandoms, but I’m not hardcore and by no means an expert in anything. So do correct me if I get some facts wrong!

4. NO political stuffs, conspiracy theories, fan wars etc.

More like, I’ll keep potentially toxic stuffs to the minimum. I’ll still discuss them objectively if they’re relevant to the topic at hand. E.g. how a group’s disbandment may affect a musician’s solo career etc.

With all the crap happening in the world, we could do with a bit more positivity. And cooler heads. So I will NOT rant extensively about such things. And I WILL report such posts if I ever see them here.

I don’t care if you shitpost elsewhere. I do too. But please just spare this place...

Also, yes, it’s important to be aware of certain social issues.

However, I believe such things should be discussed with well-sourced information, clear illustrations and non-malicious intents. Not angry people throwing their opinions on the table, and sometimes throwing the table themselves. And more importantly, MUCH MORE IMPORTANTLY, social issues must be solved by consistently educating oneself and taking actions OFFLINE.

If you still wanna do that here, please please please switch to DM. I do want to have discussions with you.

Finally, I naturally stand at a respectful distance to my fav musicians.

I do get hyped and have expectations ahead of releases. But I’m not the type to directly message my favorite musicians, or queue up for hours to get their autographs. I also don’t collect merchandise or limited-edition items. I don’t go on “pilgrimages”. Just listening to their music, promoting them and supporting them financially (through streaming, buying releases, attending lives) is good enough for me. I don’t encourage this kind of behavior actually. Without avid fans, lots of musicians would starve... But this is just how I am. Plus, there’re just too many musicians I like. If I were too hardcore, I wouldn’t have time & resources to support them all xD

I’m interested in what they can share about their personal lives, but I don’t want to dig deeply into things that may disturb them. Unless they did something unlawful (not just morally questionable) that went unnoticed or unresolved (like smoking weed where it’s banned and not getting caught).

I love to discuss what make them spark as well as their flaws, casually but objectively. But I’m only human so biases is unavoidable. I always want to anticipate their next works or breakthroughs, if any, as long as their interest in making decent music is still there.

Liking their music doesn’t mean I need to like them as people. And certainly not love them romantically.

I sometimes need to compare some aspects of them (e.g. musical inspiration, background, how they’ve changed following financial success or failure etc.) But I’ll avoid that as much as possible, especially when it comes to music groups. A group is more than just its members.

All questions & gossip regarding opinions of fanbases should go to my inbox, and not anonymously (cuz I can’t reply you otherwise). I wanna keep this space clean, so I want to avoid fan wars & jumping to conclusions. Pretty sure it will happen eventually anyway, one way or another...

Wew, that sure is a lot of text *sweats*. Hope I’ve made it clear to you and myself what this blog will be like.

Please anticipate my next post around 2 months from now.

Thanks for reading. m(_ _)m

[dimancheetoile]

hellooo, @distrayant tagged me, i had no idea you wanted to know me better!! this is super flattering also yours was so interesting, #slytherinbro o/

rules — answer 17 questions & tag 17 people you want to know better

nickname — i have only one nickname that is nothing like my first name because you can’t make nicknames for my name, it doesn’t work. so my mom and sister gave me this nickname and only them get to call me that. also my sister calls me a botched version of my first name she developped as a kid when she couldn’t pronounce it and spoke too fast, essentially making it something like Maaaahnnn and i love it with all my heart.

zodiac sign — i don’t know the english names of the zodiac and i’m too lazy to open translate so you’ll just get the french name for it: verseau

height — 1m68

hogwarts house — slytherin

last thing i googled —  definition of billowy (me not being a native speaker means i’m always googling random shit) (and i don’t use google btw, i use ecosia lol)

song stuck in my head: Le Vent L’Emportera by Sophie Hunger

following — 546

followers — 765

amount of sleep i get — about 5 hours on a good night. i’m a chronic insomniac because of my medication so please no one come for me about my sleep, i’m mad at it already enough on my own and i don’t want your opinion or advice on this subject, it’s hard enough as it is to be constantly exhausted

lucky numbers — don’t have one

dream job — i want to get a job at Arkane Studios as a sound designer/sound engineer. and if i can’t get a job at my dream studio, i just want to be a video game sound designer

wearing — oversize pyjama top bought during sales and didn’t look at the size so ofc it’s 3XL so i’m swimming in it and pyjama bottoms in fluff fabric

favorite songs — i always have the same answer so you might already know it: down under by men at work, woods (sea of trees) by the blue angel lounge, honor for all by daniel licht, the entire rhâki album by titi robin, M4 part II by faunts, and basically all songs by hozier, malukah, florence + the machine, aurora, eivor and wardruna.

favorite movies —  in case you don’t know, i’m a cinema major, so asking me my favourite movie is a blasphemy. but just to list a few of them: the league of extraordinary gentlemen, in the mood for love, the handmaiden (the park chan wook one), the lord of the rings trilogy, the breakfast club, byzentium, only lovers left alive, 

instruments — i played the piano and the violon when i was a kid

random facts — i’m french, i’m non-binary, my favourite colour is green, i have four tattoes, my mom is an agricultor, i live on a huge boat/barge, i’m asexual, i majored in english/chinese before going in cinema studies and actually finishing my degree, i’m disabled, i’m an ex-athlete who was going pro before my accident and synchronized swimming champion, i’m an artist, i’m doing nanowrimo right now for my original novel, i love lakes and rivers, i want to visit at least two countries in every continent, i love forests

aesthetics — stormy nights, rainy afternoons, snow with footsteps, deep woods with smells and sounds all around, green and sparkling things, music in the background, dogs sleeping next to you, weird beds you can spend days in, splashing in puddles, faes and wood spirits, house in the woods, having my own boat and living on it

i’m tagging: @raendown @theformerone @naomi121406 @lvllns @screwtheprinceimtakingthehorse @jabberwockyface @sakurafacts @szajnie and everyone who wants to cause again i’m lazy

[annealias]

HELLOOO! And welcome to the Unlazy Podcast! Where I try to get my shit together!

This is THE FIRST podcast episode and I’m literally just winging it. You know, a podcast has been in the back of my head for a while now. I originally wanted to do a writing podcast because that’s what I want to be…a writer. But I realize the entire reason why I wanted to do a writing podcast was so that I could just motivate myself to write. So I’m kind of just broadening my topic into productivity and motivation and discipline altogether in general. Mostly because I also find it difficult to actually shower and exercise and read and get off reddit and care about myself both physically and mentally.

First thing’s first, you can just call me Anne. That’s not my real name but for sake of anonymity, that will be my name. Anne Alias. I work from home, doing graphic design work. I make enough money to be my own boss. No more day job, no more supervisors, no more limited vacation days. I’m absolutely thankful that I don’t have to do that anymore. Buuuttttttt, I’ve kind of went off the rails. I made really good money my first few years but I overestimated myself and started living outside my income. Now I have a ton of debt and I’m trying to get that together. Additionally, I’ve just realized I don’t really like doing graphic design anymore. It’s not burnout or anyting. It’s just…not as fun as it used to be. I’m just not into it and the only thing motivating me is just money at the moment. So while tackling my debt, I also want a career change. Of all things! Sounds like a terrible mess but I promise, I won’t destroy my business until I’ve got a strong footing in my new career path. This is what this podcast is for. Accountability…but also, so that any of you listening can relate and unlazify yourself with me.

For the record, I’m a single 29-year-old woman. If you thought I was white, I am not. I am actually Asian but I really don’t think that should change anything other than the fact that I’m hugely biased towards Kelly Marie Tran and her role as Rose Tico. Quueeenen. I love her. <3 But back to the topic at hand. I’m just trying to be the best version of myself. For so many years, I was on a path of bettering myself. This was mostly during my days after college when I become a web developer. A solid job with decent pay but it was entirely unfulfilling. I didn’t like sitting on my ass all day. It wasn’t difficult. I never had to do overtime. It was overall super busy but I realized it just wasn’t that fun. Before getting that office job, I’d worked at McDonald’s and Motel 8 and at a manufacturing company assemblying medical products and inspecting plastic molds. Whenever I was working those jobs, I literally dreamed of office jobs. The kind you just sit in front of your computer, listen to your own music, and occasionally browse the net when you needed a break. But getting that office job was literally my limit. Like, I thought that was the best I could do.

Untttiiilllllll, I started listening to podcasts. A lot of them. I think I listened to podcasts for at least 2 years until I was able to make enough money to quit my day job. I quit when they were giving me an overdue performance review. This performance review was overdue for almost a year meaning they were delaying our raises. I got really tired of it (plus that so called side perk where each employee had to clean the bathroom at least once every month). So I figured after almost a year of pretty good results from my side hustle, I was going to quit and focus on that completely!

Anyway, fast forward to now. Still working, still making enough money to pay for bills and loans but I’m getting tired. It’s not bad. But it’s not fulfilling, the same as my office job. And now…? My goal is to be a traditionally published writer. I’ve had this dream every since 6th grade but because the world tells you mediocrity is the best chance you have at success, I never tried to pursue writing despite still doing it on the side ever since! My only problem is…I rarely ever finish writing my novel. I’ve finished a couple these past few years but I regrettably inform you that they have been fan fiction. I want to write my own originals and get them out there! So this is it! THIS IS MY PODCAST TO HELP ME GET THERE!

Just…gotta get out of this rut somehow. The past year has just been me being a lazy asshole. Oh, hey! Let me just eat whatever I feel like eating. My 5 foot ass is 140 pounds. I’m not healthy anymore and I care so little for my body. I don’t take care of my skin, I don’t exercise, I find showering the most annoying task in the universe��mostly because you have to clean your hair after it. Sometimes I feel like my double chin is choking me. Like! I’m forreal. I need to get my shit together!!! This isn’t just about becoming an author but about actually giving a fuck about my own personal health. I’m not in a good place. I got too comfortable, got too impulsive, and now I’m stuck w/o accountability.

God, I know I talked a lot about myself but I figured this would at least give you some context to who I am without revealing too much about my anonymous self. I already mentioned this but the entire purpose of this podcast is to just have some accountability to whoever is out there listening. Whether you’re in the future or in the now, I really just need to let it out there. And in turn, I hope that whatever information I share can be helpful for you too. I’m literally, just in the process of being a better me.

BER BADUM BER! Thanks for listening to the starter Unlazy Podcast! I’m your anonymous host, Anne Alias telling you all that…You are not alone. I am as much of a lazy fuck as you are. And if you’ve already leveled up beyond that, give me some pointers!!! You can find all of my info at www.unlazypodcast.com. No hyphens, no dashes, no O’s disguising as zeros. That’s www.unlazypodcast.com. Thanks for listening and goodbyeeeeee!

[macadabaka]

New Audio Hobby!

Hellooo so it has been a long time since I last wrote here. And boy, my general aura and mood has changed. I mean isn’t exactly better, just.. different. Probably with all the problems I’m going through alone and Chia’s guidance about suppression of feelings, I have changed. 

But anyways! Onto less serious matters and new hobbies! Well, I have been really interested in audio for the longest time now, dating back from high school. It rooted from my love of music in general. And being an ~audiophile isn’t exactly the cheapest hobby, so might as well write down the stuff I’m eager to purchase!

My first purchase that fueled my interest with audio stuff is my Sabbat E12 true wireless earbuds. The first time I tried em I literally gasped. It sounded that good. Bass is heavy, vocals are clearer (than I usually have), and mids are okay. Its been a year since I got em I think, and I really wanna upgrade but damn their not cheap. So my achievable option at the moment is the 1more Stylish TWS which by consensus have been getting rave reviews for its price point (around PHP 3500). For the ultimate goal, I’d either wanna have the Sennheisser TWS 2, which reviews say have the superior sound or the Sony TWS WF-1000XM3. Again, these are gonna cost me a lot so we never know if I’ll ever be able to purchase them. I think both cost around PHP 15,000?

But lately I’ve been convinced that probably wired IEMs are still important, if not more, cuz you dont have the issue of battery life. So my IEM story (wuw) started with my KZ ZSN Pro (which are now broken huhu). They were okay, I had the Sabbats for comparison. Boomy bass but the highs are a bit peaky. They’re pretty loud as well. I got a new Yinyoo 8 Core Cord, they’re pretty stylish but I think the QDC pin is what eventually destroyed it huhu. I should have went for the 2Pin option, but anyway we’re learning. I’m trying to sell it hopefully someone gets it, its still 500 pesos! The second pair which I just got today is NICEHCK DB3. It isn’t as loud as ZSN Pro, but eliminated all the issues I have with the latter. Clearer mids and crisp highs. And the yinyoo QDC pin doesnt work as well huhuhu I’m gonna be bothered for the next few days about this. 

And now I’m frustrated so I’m thinking of getting new ones HAHAHA. I’m listing em down here so I won’t forget: 1) TFZ T2 Galaxy (PHP 2,200) : kind of my priority cuz its design is pretty lavish HAHA sound signature’s warm, but not the best  2) TRN BA5 (PHP 2,500): this one’s got the best sound, and premium design too. 3) Spinfits CP145 (PHP 260): Better tips. I hope the medium fits my ears  4) Yinyoo 8 Core (PHP 500): YES HAHA 2Pin this time :( From here on, they’re not really a priority 5) Faaeal Cable (PHP 700): Premium cable thats pink and pretty hehe 6) KZ HD Aptx (PHP 1500): Kinda not sure which tips to buy yet but this will come in handy especially if my Sabbats run out of power

Some more IEMs I’m considering of getting: 1) Blon 03 2) TinAudio T3 3) CCA C12 4) KZ ZSX

So in total, PHP 5460 for the IEMs HAHA. But let’s see, I’m keen on ordering one soon. I’m gonna update this blog then! Yey