#Nighthawk S

[motorcycle-id]

1984-1986 Honda Nighthawk S

Can you imagine the heat?? Badass af

[crownedstoat]

The Wobbling Goblin doing the Mach loop

[enatranced]

no need to respond to this one, just a heads up: the analysis paper will be on your desk soon frau enatranced!

you handed it in early!

I'll be keeping this one as an exemplary paper, some parts for literary, some for private reasons.

[absolutedisaster69]

honestly, this song is 100% Charles from the Faithless au HAHAHHAHA

[roseverdict]

ID: A GIF based off of the painting "Nighthawks" by Edward Hopper. In case the name doesn't ring a bell, the original piece is meant to be of a 50's-style diner, and it's gone around on Tumblr a bit with an anecdote about someone asking Hopper what the symbolism behind the lack of visible entrances to the diner is. According to the anecdote, Hopper hadn't realized until that moment that he'd forgotten to paint the door, and he was quite displeased about the realization. This GIF turns the painted diner into a 3D-modeled aquarium in the shape of the diner. There are fish swimming in the diner rather than the original human dinergoers, and caustics from the surface of the water are refracting out into the streets surrounding the aquarium. End ID.

Kidd Gorgeous - Nightfish 

[scudslut]

ahhh yes yes, I haven’t written him too subby on here yet so I was super excited to write this❤️ I hope you like it @darylsgirl23 <3

Heartsease

Daryl x f!reader

Setting: Bridge Camp/Post Savior War

Wordcount: 2.6k

Warnings: 18+, softdom reader, unestablished relationship (but both know there’s a little somethin somethin iykwim), aka your his and everyone knows it, oral (m - receiving), unprotected piv, premature finish

Daryl was never one to keep still.

It made him anxious to be in one place for too long, always going on runs and patrols ensuring his people were as safe and provided for as they could be. He felt at ease outside the walls, out of people's prying gazes, and left alone to do his part for the community in peace. These days though, he was a flurry of activity. Hardly ever in the same spot long enough to see the sun rise and set again.

You knew he felt guilty - that he was angry and didn't know how to release it. You'd watch him work on the bridge for hours, frustration seeping out of his bones and into the atmosphere around him. It hung off him like a phantom.

The vast majority of the community was intimidated by it. They would walk on eggshells in his presence as if they could predict an oncoming outburst. But you knew better, you knew him.

He was angry at the world, yes. But he was distraught with himself... his own mind. It ran a mile a minute and gave absolutely zero reprieve. Anyone could see that if they dug just a bit deeper, looked at him a little closer.

Sure he was strong and burly; a true beast of a man, but he was also quiet and thoughtful. He cared so deeply about others that it frightened him to his core. All he wanted was to protect his family and do right by them.

And you saw all of that.

You had for years now and it only made your desire for him stronger. You wanted to thank him. Drop down to your knees and worship every freckle and scar that made him, him. He deserved it, deserved an escape.

Initially, you thought maybe he wasn't into that and preferred to keep his relationships asexual, to which you were perfectly happy to abide by. Any time spent with him was cherished time in your eyes. But during a sleep-deprived chat with Carol one night on patrol, long ago, you had found out he did have a few sexual encounters before the apocalypse. Just none that had truly meant much to him, or that he was entirely sober for.

That small bit of insight helped you understand the man so much more and you carefully dropped your hints from that point on. However, with your luck, every time you thought something might happen between you two, the moment would slip right through your aching fingers, dusted away by whatever imminent danger lurked behind each corner.

To be quite honest, you were getting fed up with the world's continuous cruel jokes, and from the looks of things, Daryl could use a healthy distraction right about now.

Ears perking at the familiar rumble you'd grown to love, you watched as he pulled up on his trusty, beaten-up Nighthawk, finally returning from a longer visit at Hilltop. You could see the sheen layer of sweat built up above his furrowed brows, his teeth nibbling away at his lower lip - an anxious habit you had picked up on mere days after meeting him.

His mind was bothering him. That much was clear.

He shuffled quickly to his tent, gaze transfixed on the muddy shoes he wore, avoiding any onlookers who wanted to ask their silly questions, throwing the flaps open, and disappearing in a fluster.

You knew better than to bother him now, give him some time to gather his thoughts and decompress. You whittled away at your spears, biding the time as you devised a plan on how you would approach him. After all, the last thing you wanted was to scare him off or embarrass him in any way. He was reserved when it came to these situations, unsure of himself. The few times you had brushed lips or touched him a bit heatedly, he was jumpy and almost insecure, as if he needed instructions on how he should behave. It was extremely endearing to you; like a stray pup who just needed a little reassurance and affection to calm his fierce walls of doubt.

It was almost dusk when you finished with your spears, gathering them up and placing them near some of the other weapons the community used when needed. You scanned the grounds, noticing everyone collected by the fire, dishing up for a late dinner. You quickly made your way over, grabbing two portions and slipping away before you were noticed and stopped for conversation. You knew Daryl wouldn't get one for himself, spew some excuse that 'he wasn't hungry' or was 'too tired' when really, he just didn't want to take away from another. Even if that meant he didn't eat or drink anything for days at a time. It made your heart blister for more reasons than one.

You balance both plates on your left arm, reaching to pull the flaps open slowly, not wanting to startle him with your arrival, "Dar? You asleep?" you whisper into the dim den.

You hear a grunt, some shuffling, and in a moment a soft glow fills the area as he lights a nearby lamp, perching up on his small cot, "I was."

Flicking off your boots, you zip the entrance closed behind you, "I brought you some dinner, figured you'd be hungry after your trip," You smile and he mutters a quiet thanks, opting to accept your kind offer rather than argue with you, he knew you wouldn't take no for answer anyway. He scoots to the side, creating a spot for you to sit while you two eat in comfortable silence. He liked that you didn't feel the need to fill the air, that you could simply enjoy each other's company without all the small talk. You were one of the few people he'd met in his life, who just inherently understood him, down to the most basic level. He hated leaving you all the time like he had been, just another thing to nag at his over-exhausted mind.

Hearing him sigh quietly, you cast your eyes over, watching as he scrapes up the remaining crumbs off his plate, placing it outside the tent along with yours for you both to deal with in the morning.

"I imagine your pretty tired, huh?" You ask, following his movements as he plops down again beside you.

"Nah, not really. Got a few hours 'fore ya came bustin' in here," he grumbles with a small smirk and you lean into him nudging his shoulder playfully. "Why ya wanna chat or somethin'?"

You consider him for a minute, trying to find the proper words to initiate what was truly on your mind. You knew you had no reason to be nervous. That even though you'd never labeled anything between you guys, you both felt it. Knew it was there. You just needed the right moment. Now was as good a time as any, you figured.

"No, I just- I wanna try something."

He nods his head for you to continue, so you scoot closer, placing your hand delicately on his shoulder and bringing your face centimeters from his. You stop just before you close the gap, gauging his reaction. His breath hitches slightly and you feel his pulse rapid under your fingertips, but he doesn't pull away. Taking that as the only confirmation you'll get, you press your lips to his softly, brushing your thumb against his stubbly, pink cheek. He takes a good minute to respond, carefully moving his lips back against yours and placing his hands on your hips. You feel him squeeze, eliciting a quiet moan of encouragement from you and he all but sinks into your touch, falling into a comfortable rhythm with your lips. You stay like that for a while, breathing in his piney scent and relishing in his gentle kneads at your waist. It wasn’t much to the untrained eye, but you knew that was his way of pouring his affection into you without so many words. His way of telling you he was yours.

You drag your kisses down his neck, nibbling and sucking at the salty flesh between his collarbones. His breaths grow uneven and you can feel him begin to tense again, unused to such personal attention, "Is this okay?" You ask, not wanting to push him past his boundaries. He only nods in response, his throat feeling like the Sahara.

He has to admit, he's thought about this many times, relieved himself to thoughts of you too many times to count over the years. He's just never known how to approach you about it, scared you'd reject him or he'd do something wrong.

He watches as you slip to your knees before him, your eyes glued to his. "You'll let me know if you want me to stop, yeah?" As he tries to nod in response again, you stop him, "I need you to say it to me," You press.

"Y-yea, I'll say somethin'," he whispers timidly and you grin, beginning to unbuckle his belt and slip his raged jeans down. You kiss down his strong thighs, feeling them tremble slightly beneath you. His hard-on is poking through his boxers and you drag your lips across it, placing soft pecks down the length of him, listening to his breathy pants. You didn't realize how turned on you'd be, having him all flushed and needy for you, but god were you enjoying it. Slipping your fingers into the waistband, you tug them down and his cock springs free, precum leaking from the pretty, pink tip.

"You dun have'ta," he mutters, anxiety sweeping over him fast, even though he really, really does want to. You catch his gaze, noticing how dark his stormy eyes have gotten.

"Let me take care of you, sweetheart," you reply, pressing soft kisses from the base to tip, feeling him pulse under your touch. You enclose your mouth around him, taking almost his entire length at once and you hear a guttural groan from above you, his knuckles white from the clutch they had on the bedsheets.

You wondered if he had ever had a woman go down on him before. Judging by the gasps and twitches he was emitting, if he had, it hadn't been for a very long time.

He bucks into you, searching in a daze for more friction, and you pin his hips down, earning a deep whine from him. You knew if he wanted to, he could easily overpower you, use your mouth to his heart's content, but he wouldn't. He wanted you to take charge. Needed it.

Raking your eyes over his heaving figure, you slide your tongue along his shaft, moving in slow, sensual circles as you bob up and down. Daryl's head is tossed back, eyes screwed shut and you can tell he won't last much longer. The sensitivity of not being touched in so long, sprinting towards him at full speed. You pull back, slowing your movements. He lifts his head off the wall, pale blue eyes blown to darkness as he watches you take him so sweetly, "Please," He whispers.

When you shake your head, humming a soft, "Not yet," as best you can around him, his eyes roll back into his skull, entirely overwhelmed by the overstimulation, but loving it nonetheless. "I-I can't," He gasps, his accent muddled even stronger in his lustful state. You have to squeeze your legs tighter, clenching around nothing hearing your man so utterly wrecked beneath you. You want to draw it out for hours. Have him begging you to let him cum down your awaiting throat. However, you decide you both have waited damn long enough to prolong your union even more.

Releasing him with a soft kiss to his leaking tip, you stand in front of him, shimmying out of your clothes as quickly as you can. "Lay down for me, baby,' You direct, moving the straddle him as he eagerly follows your orders, turning lengthwise on the makeshift bed. His eyes never leave yours as you sit down on him, groaning when he feels how wet you are pressed against his cock. "Have you thought about this before, pretty boy?" His cheeks flush crimson at your sultry compliments, nodding curtly whilst avoiding your stare.

"Dar." You press.

You were being so gentle yet stern with him it was making it brain fuzzy, all stressors from the day long washed away to be replaced by only you.

"Have, yeah," He huffs in embarrassment, trying with great difficulty not to portray how truly turned on your words were making him. But you saw right through him... or rather felt him. You lean forward, kissing and nipping up his neck to the shell of his pink ears, "Do you want me to stop?"

A full-body shiver jolts through him when he feels your warm breath against his ear, involuntarily rolling his hips into yours and you chuckle at his obvious sensitivity. He knows he needs to use his words. You won't be letting him off that easy. "Please don't," Is all he manages and it seems to do the trick. You grip his length, tracing it along your soaked folds, and slowly sink down. Your careful as you take in his reaction, scanning his expression for any signs of discomfort. He bites his lip, his eyes squeezed shut and lets out a muffled groan.

"Fuck," He mumbles, and you're surprised to hear him say anything you didn't need to pry out of him. A positive sign, you determined and start to bounce your hips slowly, creating a synchronized dance between your bodies. Your body is buzzing as you ride him, finally feeling the dull ache you’ve had for the man below you begin to dissipate as he whimpers oh so softly for only you to hear. His hands grip your waist hard enough to leave bruises to find in the morning, but you hardly give it a second thought. All you can think about is Daryl. His closeness, his warmth and strength, and-

He tenses beneath you, broken gasps leaving his chewed lips and suddenly he’s lifting you off of him, soaking your thighs and abdomen completely. You gawk as you watch him come down, sworn you haven’t ever seen something so fucking sexy in your life. His head tossed back, jumbled curses leaving his mouth, and dark auburn hair dripping with sweat. You don’t care that he finished before you, this was about him. But you see his eyes snap to yours when he fully comes back down to reality, cheeks blazing for a different reason than before.

Leaning towards him, you capture his lips with your own, tenderly pouring your affection into him, needing him to know you weren’t upset, “It’s okay, relax,” you whisper against him with a soft smile, leaning your forehead onto his. His eyes are filled with guilt, “I mean it, Dar,” And he’s back to his nods of response.

He didn’t need any more words of sympathy. He knew you were happy as a kid on Christmas, he just needed to accept it for himself. So with one last peck to his cherry lips, you slide off him, grab a rag to clean yourself up with, and scoot right in beside him, craving his warmth. He turns to you quickly, grabbing your waist and pulling you impossibly closer to him, burying his head into the crook of your neck. You feel a few soft pecks from him along your jaw and you sigh contentedly, wrapping your limbs around his, reeling in your post-coital glow.

You were safe, snuggled with your love, and that was all you needed.

[planesawesome]

LOCKHEED EVOLUTION.

1. Lockheed Vega (1927)

2. Lockheed Model 10 Electra (1934)

3. Lockheed Lightning (1939)

4. Lockheed Hudson (1938)

5. Lockheed Constellation (1943)

6. Lockheed Shooting Star (1944)

7. Lockheed T-33 (1948)

8. Lockheed Starfire (1948)

9. Lockheed U-2 (1955)

10. Lockheed SR-71 Blackbird (1964)

11. Lockheed S-3 Viking (1972)

12. Lockheed F-117 Nighthawk (1981)

13. Lockheed C-5 Galaxy (1968)

14. Lockheed C-130 Hercules (1954)

15. Lockheed P-2 Neptune (1945)

16. Lockheed L-188 Electra (1957)

17. Lockheed P-3 Orion (1959)

18. Lockheed L-1011 TriStar (1970)

19. Lockheed C-141 Starlifter (1963)

20. Lockheed Martin F-22 Raptor (2005)

21. Lockheed Martin F-35 Lightning II (2006)

22. Lockheed Martin F-16 Fighting Falcon (1974)

23. Lockheed Martin A/F-117X Nighthawk (1981)

[monsterfactoryfanfic]

Translating NIGHTHAWKS' Agonized Layout

My latest essay is on @titanomachyrpg 's NIGHTHAWKS! I talk about its esoteric use of the Edward Hopper piece in layout, and use Clayton Notestein's piece on the game as a springboard to talk about why I think its weird shape is doing something neat.

This is probably my most pretentious essay to date, because I make a lot of big swings at art interpretation, and thing I do not normally do. But I think trying to read NIGHTHAWKS' in as generous a light as possible allowed me to get at the core at what the game is trying to do, and that led to some interesting places.

Transcript here.

[strange-birdy-me]

Love Nighthawks, they fit in so well. 👌😊

It was Aziraphale’s idea to visit America with Crowley after the 1941 incident, and he never could say no to a good diner.

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

Lockheed Vega (1927)

Lockheed Model 10 Electra (1934)

Lockheed Lightning (1939)

Lockheed Hudson (1938)

Lockheed Constellation (1943)

Lockheed Shooting Star (1944)

Lockheed T-33 (1948)

Lockheed Starfire (1948)

Lockheed U-2 (1955)

Lockheed SR-71 Blackbird (1964)

Lockheed S-3 Viking (1972)

Lockheed F-117 Nighthawk (1981)

Lockheed C-5 Galaxy (1968)

Lockheed C-130 Hercules (1954)

Lockheed P-2 Neptune (1945)

Lockheed L-188 Electra (1957)

Lockheed P-3 Orion (1959)

Lockheed L-1011 TriStar (1970)

Lockheed C-141 Starlifter (1963)

Lockheed Martin F-22 Raptor (2005)

Lockheed Martin F-35 Lightning II (2006)

Lockheed Martin F-16 Fighting Falcon (1974)

Lockheed Martin A/F-117X Nighthawk (1981)

LOCKHEED EVOLUTION

[ao3wasntenough]

Tell us about Jet Sammmm he got fun design

IT IS TIME

Jet Sam has been a journey and more, him and the lore and stories I’ve been building and exploring wouldn’t have been possible without @justayoungling , truely they’ve probably cultivated my skill more than I could do on my own so let’s get into exploring the journey Sam has been on,

So the first frame for jet!Sam was created for the ugly duckling au, exploring the isolation and alienation from both humanity and cybertronians

He’s delicate, feels to flimsy and not very fit for his frame. Clumsy and prone to denting he often felt like something was always trying to break out, power that didn’t have the room it needed but had no words or the experience to know what to do with it or explain it. The autobots on the site with him somewhat knew his history of human to metal, destructor of the allspark. Not liking the human name “Sam” Sunstreaker and Sideswipe give him the new name “Prisam” a play on prism, a comment on how his wings would fracture the light like a prism.

Then I started talking with @justayoungling and they introduced their boyo atlas!

And so it started a spin off au where Windblade introduced them and Atlas saw Sam as a reflection of him, a young lost bot who seemed to have fate on his shoulders. Atlas having traces to ancient relics like the matrix, primes and the allspark, something we explored heavier later down. Atlas having small future visions and feeling that being with Sam is where he needed to be. So despite Sam’s reluctance they became fast friends.

Atlas having not known Sam as a human, Sam didn’t come across freaky-alien weird to Atlas, just another weird bot, but it’s okay because Atlas can be weird with him too, being a huge help to getting Sam comfortable flying

Together he and Sam forge a strong brotherhood, not many more jets flying around and they both need more socialising, flying frames enjoying flying with trines or in formation with each other a good thing for them. Finding themselves and their own path beside just following the next command from Prime.

Sam regardless of body, was made by Primes, something deep in his spark no matter of self dissonance he would always try to do the Prime thing. Something that came to head, a autobot spacecraft crashing down, it would have impacted and destroyed a large area and possibly kill the bots inside. Sam, Atlas and Windblade being the only flying autobots there was very little anyone else could do. So Sam chose to throw himself onto the craft, the heat and pressure of a crashing ship weilding himself to the ship trying to change its direction into the ocean. As the ship impacted the ocean the crushing force, the shock of heat to ice chilling water…

It worked. And only cost one bot.

But being a Prime, you never really stay dead, and Optimus trying to mourn and maybe give Sam some honor and peace in “death” he sent the some of the dust from the matrix into the ocean Sam lay at the bottom of.

Awakening and reformatting him into his second frame. And so rose from the ocean

Prismatic Prime

Who’s definitely gone through his own journey of designing! When he came from the ocean, there was only so much material to reformat with, considering how much it took to originally make his first frame. His wing panels so destroyed he had broken remnants of flight gears and not all completely functional. But Ratchet is nothing but a miracle mech and some serious dubious and unstudied medical work, they were able to graft the parts given to Optimus by jetfire to Sam.

Leaving him with the Cybertron equivalent of nerve damage to his wings, little feeling and he doesn’t carry them or emote with them like many expected behaviours of jets.

A Frankenstein of a mech if any medic got a good look under his plating

So I wanted to capture the essence of jetfire, in Sam, choosing the nighthawk (right) to carry on the blackbird (left)

Which was very technical and I’ve seriously grown my mech building skills from

the first concepts

First very similar to jetfires silhouette.

-large

-spooky

to the middle unrefined but clear image

I loved the idea of his Prime form being a contrast to Optimus and Rodimus, a jet, something more Unicron inspired like a warning, not to forget the evil that may come for anyone, Megatronus comments about how evil humanity felt manifesting for Sam to then use to invoke good with, preservance, determination an unrelenting and powerful spirit.

Colouring is not my strong suit. It’s ment to be like a burned and singed body compared to his te

to the refined stage!

I am very happy with his look, I made the wings easier to draw and more easier to read and relate to the nighthawk, and his COLOUR! So much more cohesive! He’s like a black cat of night! His pede talons are retractable but unlike others his servo claws aren’t. Traces of so many bots that made him who he is now, he is a walking history lesson in a language only few can only ever understand half of.

AND OF COURSE HE GLOWS! My little ancient artifact magnet can’t escape the marks of the allspark and primes before him. He’s ment to envoke the ocean, bioluminescence algae. Atlas swears that you can see the faint moving lines and marks on Sam when their not glowing, never gone completely

But truely Sam will never be a finished design, always gonna be trying new things and different things and be inconsistent but I’m really happy with his look now. Something that undeniably is threatening, a hunter, something that stalks the skys and shadows but forever has a warm look in his optics. He may always be mourning who he was, what was lost, but he’s resigned and accepted his now in for a very long game. And might as well take advantage of being “Primely” and force other bots to think he knows what he’s talking about

Maybe I can convey all I want to share and explore with him you all next year! One way to find out, or @justayoungling will be the continuing gatekeeper of all my ramblings and loose ends, can’t praise them enough how enjoyable it’s been with them!

And all the kiddos their sitting on…maybe we should get around to making more post able things to share the fun!

[official-megumin]

Hey chat

https://eu.bungiestore.com/celestial-nighthawk-wearable-collector-s-helmet

for context it's a fully wearable helmet, and is my absolute favorite exotic in the franchise and has been so for the past 10 years. And I made one for my little mega bloks hunter figure.

It's also like 60ish% off right now and when it's sold it, it will just be gone

[venomousray]

Random hatchetfield swap thoughts.

Eddie chiplucky swaps with proud papa Ed. He still has his cowboy attire but it’s more cosy, he keeps his beloved pet under his hat.

Ed is more mysterious here, rather than having just his hoodie he wears a jacket instead since I didn’t entirely have clothing ideas for him.

Charles coven swaps with James’ shopper character in Black Friday, why? Well it’s a headcanon of mine and @ashtxeman ‘s that he’s a clone of Charles coven, whilst the change isn’t too noticeable their facial hair and hair looks somewhat different.

Rather than his iconic outfit Charles’ leather jacket is closed, with him having a longer scarf.

James shopper as I’m calling him dresses rather fancy, still in warm clothing but it’s far more extravagant.

Here’s my favourite part of the swap though. What about peanuts? Well. May I introduce you to

Ezekiel, the hatchetfield hat nighthawk. A nighthawk with an injured wing that Eddie rescued and carries around under his hat.

As for peanuts, peanuts! The leader of the bushy-tailed squirrels. She’s got a fairly similar motivation to Ezekiel, only as peanuts is canonically female… Lauren Lopez plays her. Why? Because I want to see Lauren play an evil squirrel.

[frenchcurious]

Honda CB700SC Nighthawk S 1985.- source Bring a Trailer.

[dirtylowdown2]

Playboy Fuller (Louisiana Red) Gonna Play My Guitar (1953)

Composed by Iverson Minter There's a lot of information about Louisiana Red on the web. He made his earliest recordings in 1952 in Chicago for Checker under the name of Rocky Fuller. At the time Checker only issued two of ten recordings on 78. The rest have popped up decades later on Chess/Checker LP & CD compilations from Japan and The United States (and a couple are featured on this source compilation). Minter moved on in '53 to Detroit to record for Joe Von Battle under the name of Playboy Fuller. Von Battle leased his sides to a small West Hollywood, CA. label by the name of Fuller that wasn't in any way related to Minter. What came out of that was they pressed several copies for Minter to sell out of the trunk of his car. He made two more recordings in '53 as "Rockin' Red" teamed with John Lee Hooker, but they were never commercially issued until they later wound up on albums devoted to Hooker. His recording career stalled until 1960 when he went to New York City to record for Atlas and many other labels in the 1960's. From that point on, he established himself as a prolific recording and live performer, his career has spanned several decades now. 

Iverson Minter aka Louisiana Red (Playboy Fuller):Vocals & Guitar Jesse Lee Williams:Harmonica  Johnny Walters:Piano 

 Recorded at Joe Von Battle's Record Shop, Hastings Street, Detroit, MI. 1953 Originally issued on the 1953 single (Fuller OP 171) (78 RPM) (Also issued on D and L 001) This recording taken from the 1976 album "Detroit Ghetto Blues 1948-1954" (Nighthawk 104) (LP)

Iverson Minter (March 23, 1932 – February 25, 2012), known professionally as Louisiana Red

[doug-meat]

parts of the npmd soundtrack that scratch my brain perfectly (act one)

this soundtrack is so good. this is a long post so its all under the cut Part two coming soon. also i alternate between chara names and actor names idk why i do that. i hope this is even slightly comprehensible

HIGH SCHOOL IS KILLING ME

the little grace note in the piano bit in the last line of the piano melody before richie starts singing in (i hope this makes Sense)

jon's voice for real . just through this whole show

"a thread" and "i'm scared" happening at the same time

the violins(??) coming in when ruth starts singing

richie and ruth's harmonies during "the weight has got me sweating" bit

the "and i can survive it for only so long" harmonies

steph's "shit"

the way steph says "couldn't fuckin' study"

FOR THE CLASS OF TWENTY TWENTY WURN

agh Agh AGH!

the whispered "i'm so fuckin' dead"s underneath steph and pete's dialogue

steph and pete's repeated "my melody"s

the howling

the second delayed vocal line underneath the last bit of the last chorus

LITERAL MONSTER

the "HUH" at the start

the guitar riff motif

the little guitar squeal right before pete starts singing

the way pete says locker

richie's little riff on "seduce her"

the chorus harmonies

everyone knows how he BANGS!

the "and we pray and we pray harmonies"

you better you better!

kims voice in the he roars part <3

the harmonies in this song in general

will branners voice in this song SO GOOD

the "HUH HUH"s behind max's i roar bit

max's "don't need no one to tell me" verse UGH so good

NO ONE'S GONNA STOP ME!

max's harmonies on kind, size and rise

I WILL CLAIM WHAT IS MINE!

COOL AS I THINK I AM

the piano motif Can you tell i love motifs

i bet this song'll suck!

oo woah oo woah oh Oh

when the violins come in especially their little BA DA DUMS after "princess leia told me"

what if i were King of the hill!

the drums kicking in after the one oowoahoowoahoh oh

ensemble coming in

the little growl on the second "i'm as cool as she thinks i am"

THEN AGAIN I'M DERANGED

she's the brawn i'm the brains!

the electric guitar kicking in

IF I CAN FINALLY BE COOL I WILL KNOW THAT I'M NOT A LOSER

I'M THE RULER!!!!!!

DIRTY GIRL

the synth and drums

the way max says behave and be-betray me

baaaabe I'mma love ya all night lOOOooooong

THE LIKE MORE SYNTH KICKING IN HALFWAY THROUGH THE FIRST CHORUS UGH SO GOOD

the way grace says classroom

you want me cant be skipping skewl!

grace's "be-behayveee" UGH <3

THE GROWL ON "on your knees pray along"

the chorus harmonies <3

I DONT CARE ABOUT YOU!

the bridge harmonies

AA AAAGH!!

i'm a i'm a i'm a good girl!

WHO ON OCCASION GETS DIRTY!!!!

I WONT CAAARE ABOUT YOU!

BULLY THE BULLY

the snaps coming in

we'll make him shit his pants!

the riff on that line ^^

the jager-man??????

what's our budget?

the growl on "he's just a nerd in disguise"

stephie gonna lure him in with her charm

yeah?

JAGER GONNA JAGER OUT!

chorus harmonies!

standing for the nerdy the prudy!

WE'RE GONNA CUT OFF HIS NIPS!

AAAAHAaaAaaahh

the guitar bits in the back

we're gonna keep the beans cool! that whole sequence

BEAN SCHOOL? EXCELLENT!

THESE CHORUS HARMONIES ESP STEPHS

pete's and our problem's solved

richie's and the school can evolve

AND THE SCHOOL CAAAAN EVOLVE!!!

ugh jon and joey sound so good on the "we're gonna get the jock pleading"

the last guitar note

BURY THE BULLY

oh god she's snapping again...

this is a lot!!!

the whole hack all his limbs off bit

YOU WANT ME TO FILM THIS?

tape him up after dousing with bleach!

the chorus harmonies. every bit of these choruses i cant even isolate its everything

steph's little "bury bully line up stories NEVER HAUNT ME!"

i just cut off his nips

GRACE TELLING RUTH TO GIVE HER MAX'S NIPS

GO GO NIGHTHAWKS

the way ruth says shiny

IT'S LIKE THE START OF A NEW YEAR!

jon's higher range <3

jon's harmony on "and now i don't eat all by myself"

the trumpets behind the chorus

all the squawks

the HUH after who knew footballs a team game

corey's voice sounds so good on the "or hit u with a saturated towel"

the no more bully ball harmonies

the HUH! after no more bully ball

We're all givin the butt slaps YEAH HEAH!

the way jason sings cause we care <3

AND NOW I CAN PEE ALL BY MYSELF!!!!

the overlapping vocals coming together for "in hatchetfield high school"

N! I! G! H! T! AWK AWK! KSSSS!

NIGHT! HAWKS! NIGHT! HAWKS! NIGHT! HAWKS! FLY!

FUCK YOU CLIVESDALE GO GET FUCKED YOURE FUCKIN LOSERS AND WE'LL KILL YOU (KILL YOUR ASS)

fuuuuck you cliiivesdale gooo get fuuucked

the watch us fly harmonies

NIGHT! HAWKS! FLY! AWK AWK!

NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE (my fave song in the soundtrack be warned)

the "watch these nerds run for their lives" guitar riff before max sings

will branners voice augh

the little synthy ba duh duh duhs in the back

the BAMS! after every line in verses

the way max says "hallway safe" and "break you"

ugh the guitar kicking in and the double BUM BUM for the second verse

YA BITCH!

WOAH UH OAHHH

SHOULDA JOINED THE SMOKE CLUB YA NERDY PRUDE

the whole chorus

the watch those nerds run for their lives melody Ugh loved it in axe man loved it here

YOU PUSHED ME OFF THE EEEDGE

the way he says crusade

and youre too weak to be enSLAAAAVED

the drums AUAUDUAAUAU

CLEANSING OF YOUR KIND!!!!

the way he says anti socialites

the entire repeat after me bit. its actually incredible i cant just isolate one part of it its so good

the ensemble kicking in

IIIIM NOT A LOOOSERRRR

But you have lost. Everything.

THE HATCHET TOWN MOTIF

UGH I LOVE THIS SONG. THE NMT MOTIF