#also just learned that radio waves and sound waves are NOT the same. radio is electromagnetic. sound is mechanic. what the fuck.

[1tbls]

science isn't my specialty but the fact that the pale seems to target radiowaves and human memory before anything else/they are most vulnerable to it..... wonder if you could technobabble some shit about how both are transmission of information through electrical signals, when you get down to it? [spoiler for end of post: i realized that radio and light waves are both electrical transmissions of information so i dont fucking know if this makes any sense. but im tired and i liked thinking out loud so take this anyway.]

makes me wonder how marine life that uses electroreception would be effected in the near pale...... imagine u are a shark swimming through porch collapse, when u are suddenly struck by human consciousness for a split second like a lightening bolt. or would it be more background radiation, like radio chatter.

okay but hold on after like an hour of research i have just learned that radio waves and light waves are technically the same things but at different frequencies, and i feel like my brain is getting twisted into pretzels. it's all fucking electrical signals sending information. fuck.

well. anyway. i learned some very interesting things about how radio signals work, and electromagnetic fields, and the doppler effect. so i will publish this anyway.

oh also. the earth has its own electromagnetic field, right, because of the friction of the core. but we know elysium probably isn't even a sphere anymore, however their planet works, based on joyce's description of the satellite pictures. yada yada, more technobabble fodder about how the lack of global electromagnetic field encourages the scrambling of electromagnetic waves and information transmission via the pale....... well that was a fun little rabbit hole, good night

[minkdelovely]

kinktober — day XV

prompt: gender swap

revelations

“your hands were on my hips

your name is on my lips

over over again

like my only prayer”

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Alastor x Lucifer ; RadioApple ; MDNI 18+

tags/warnings: top!lucifer x bottom!alastor, alastor has a vagina, oral (alastor receiving), outercourse, no penetration orgasm 🦌✨

word count: 2.3k

summary: alastor and lucifer, back in their own bodies, have found some footing in their new routine. but there’s been something on alastor’s mind that he just can’t shake, which leads to surprising discoveries for the new lovers.

author’s note: can you believe we’re halfway through kinktober already?? this is a continuation of @macabr3-barbi3 body swap prompt <- please be sure to read this first to get the full experience ♥️ i was very excited to finally take a swing at this, and i hope you enjoy it! if there’s any takeaway, it’s that i will make alastor a cute little mess whenever i can 😈 quote is from burning desire by lana del rey.

coven: @fraugwinska @hazelfoureyes @macabr3-barbi3 @sugoi-writes @synamartia 🕯️♥️

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“I’d like us to try something different this time...”

Lucifer hums in response, too lost in the stupor Alastor’s scent puts him in to form words. You’d think after a month of intimacy that he’d have grown a tolerance for it, but the angel feared he had actually gotten weaker now that he didn’t have to stave off his desires.

He felt that same wave of relief pour through him, remembering how he pleaded with Alastor’s voice: Please don’t regret this. Lucifer had spent many nights following this in gratitude, eagerly receiving and reciprocating Alastor’s passions. They had both made good on their proposition to attune each other to their tastes, and Lucifer was currently indulging in one of his. It wasn’t just Alastor’s scent that drove him crazy, but also the sounds he made under Lucifer’s touch. Eliciting a myriad of gasps and moans from the demon as he laid claim to the delicate, tantalizing flesh under his mouth.

Alastor’s neck was always hidden behind a high collar, making the skin there particularly sensitive. The evidence of Lucifer’s ardency was easily hidden, and the King found his eyes wandering to that collar often, as if seeing through the cloth to his markings underneath.

Mine.

Leave it to Alastor to give him a possessive streak.

“Lucifer, are you listening?” Alastor’s voice was breathy but the irritation it conveyed managed to cut through the fog in Lucifer’s mind.

The subtle bite of Alastor’s claws on his ribs was enough to finally draw him away from his lover’s delectable neck, readjusting himself in Alastor’s lap to look at him properly. Learning how to make Alastor cum wasn’t the only thing Lucifer had learned over these last few weeks. Pissing Alastor off was a sure fire way to end up falling asleep alone with his hand down his pants.

“You wanna try something different.”

Maybe he had said it too directly, or the eye contact was too much, but he didn’t expect to get the reaction he did out of the demon. Alastor’s face flushed pink, a gorgeous rosy shade that accentuated the handsomeness of his face. Fuck, he was so effortlessly endearing sometimes. Lucifer felt his cock twitch between his legs when Alastor broke eye contact. Bashfulness was a rarity on the Radio Demon, and it made Lucifer salivate. Something primal in him waking up that he didn’t know was there until recently.

“Hey, come on, you know you can tell me,” Lucifer said sweetly enough, caressing Alastor’s face. Though the glint in his eyes was anything but, exposing the hunger he was trying to keep at bay.

Rushing Alastor into things never ended well, while patience always paid off.

Alastor relaxed under Lucifer’s touch and turned back to him, but his crimson eyes remained apprehensive. “I’ve been thinking… about our first time.”

How could Lucifer forget? It was one of the best mornings in his long existence. But he stayed silent, waiting for Alastor to continue.

“And as much as I enjoy fucking you to oblivion,” Alastor emphasized this with a squeeze to Lucifer’s hips, some confidence returning to his face and static-laden timbre, “I’d like to… try that out again. In my own body this time.”

It took Lucifer a second to catch on, but the smile that spread on his face was eager when he realized what Alastor was suggesting.

Lucifer was also quite fond of the way Alastor took control in the bed. He had always been a bit spoiled this way, being claimed by his lovers and basking in their affection. It was nice to let someone else take the reins and turn his mind off while his body bloomed like an evening flower, so long as the florist knew what they were doing. And, boy, did Alastor know what he was doing.

But the opportunity to turn the tables was too enticing to pass up. How could he, really, when Alastor was being so charmingly coy about it? Their first time was never too far from Lucifer’s mind, and it filled him with more happiness than he expected that it was the same for Alastor — perhaps even more so, given this request. How long had he been holding this back?

Lucifer brought his other hand up to Alastor’s face and stood on his knees to kiss him. It seemed to be answer enough for the demon, his large hands fervently gripping Lucifer’s hips in response. They stayed this way until Alastor had to come up for air, hot puffs of breath permeating the space between their open mouths as Lucifer gently guided him to lay down. Alastor was still panting as Lucifer began to unbutton his shirt, planting kisses on each patch of exposed skin as he made his way down.

“You’ll feel a bit of a tingle, but I promise it won’t hurt,” Lucifer said into Alastor’s stomach, relishing the way the muscles twitched under the tickle of his breath.

A radiant, golden light enveloped them for a moment, followed by the promised tingle and then… nothing. Or, well… not nothing. Alastor’s pants felt looser in the groin but tighter on the hips, his budding erection all but gone as the ache of his arousal swelled. The heat he felt in his lower abdomen was familiar but his desire was now inside, a subconscious clench of his new sex alerting him to how empty he felt. It was a sensation he had only experienced the one time in a body that wasn’t his, and the thrill of discovery made him tremble; his mind gone cottony with this sudden onset of need and submission. Unable to form the words required to convey his want, a whine choked him. Amplified by an involuntary roll of his hips against Lucifer’s chest.

The air around them shifted, oppressive and electric; alerting the animal mind buried deep within man that something was coming.

It took all of Lucifer’s self control to stop him from tearing Alastor’s pants to shreds in his need to unveil what awaited him underneath. But he managed somehow, his kisses on Alastor’s belly gone feverish as he quickly unfastened the belt embellishing the demon’s slender waist. Lucifer gave it a harsh pull and flung it away as if it had bitten him, unconcerned with whatever patch of floor it decided to land on as he unbuttoned the offending pants. Only then did he manage to calm himself some, giving a final kiss to the supple flesh protecting Alastor’s newly formed womb before looking up at his disheveled lover.

“You don’t know how much it means, trusting me with this,” Lucifer said, his sincerity potent with reverence as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of the Overlord’s pants and underwear. “Thank you for letting me take care of you Alastor.”

He was rewarded with another bashful display, Alastor’s ears pressed tightly against his head as he swallowed thickly. Glazed eyes and the pink flush of his face and tufted chest diluting the insolence of his retort. “Quit fussing and get on with it already.”

There were a few canned responses that came to Lucifer’s mind: Patience is a virtue, be careful what you wish for. But as they say, actions speak louder than words.

With a snap of his fingers they were both divested of clothes, and Alastor gasped as the cool air collided with his molten core. He didn’t have the opportunity to complain about it before Lucifer knelt down, devoutly kissing the inside of Alastor’s left thigh as his hand kneaded the other. Alastor sighed but his stomach tensed, a small spurt of liquid trickling out of him as Lucifer’s mouth made its way closer to the spot he desired it most.

Lucifer paused to admire the sight before him, earning a frustrated mewl from the demon. Alastor was ethereal, purveying a softness Lucifer honestly never thought possible, even after all the new facets he’d uncovered over the last month. But as he set his gaze on Alastor’s gorgeous cunt — adorned with a soft down of red and black hair — the domineering urge which was so new to him writhed under his skin, begging to proclaim its territory.

Finally, he brought himself to Alastor’s center. Unable to resist the need to smell the demon’s intoxicating arousal before extending his tongue, lapping up the juices collected there as if in offering. Alastor jerked in reaction, keening with relief as Lucifer groaned, quickly settling himself between Alastor’s legs to start his ministrations in earnest. He hiked those gorgeous long legs over his shoulders, firm tongue swirling over Alastor’s clit with a measured pace that belied his eagerness. It wouldn’t do to overwhelm the poor thing.

Alastor seemed to be doing well, though. Cursing between soft moans while his hips rolled against the angel’s mouth. Lucifer sighed into that delicious heat as Alastor’s fingers found purchase in his blonde hair, a feeling of wholeness washing over him that he hadn’t felt in centuries.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Lucifer lamented before his forked tongue dove back into its newfound Eden.

He felt like he was floating away from himself, lost in the saccharine taste and sounds of his lover. The demon’s scent now fully bloomed, perfuming the air with the verdant musk that had tortured Lucifer since their first meeting. How easily the angel was reduced to his baser natures, the need to revere and praise woven into his very being reminding him of his place. In this instance it didn’t matter — nor did he ever think it would when it came to how he felt about the sinner beneath him. Lucifer would weather whatever storms Alastor threw his way, so long as the days ended with them in the safe harbor of their bed.

Lucifer’s tongue had just pressed up to focus on the sensitive inner nerve when a low, drawn-out bleat from Alastor caught them both off-guard. Alastor’s hands quickly detangled themselves to clasp over his mouth with Lucifer’s head popping up to follow, his hair ruffled like unruly feathers. He took in the look on Alastor’s face, beet-red with embarrassment, and felt the expression on his own soften with an overwhelming affection. Nothing they had tried so far had managed to pull a sound like that from Alastor — but Lucifer wasn’t completely surprised. He wrote the book on cunnilingus, after all.

Despite the swell of pride, he managed to keep his wolfish grin to himself. If he wanted to keep this going, he’d have to save the gloating for later. Though his cock throbbed, leaking desperately from Alastor’s modesty as his brain finally registered his own painful arousal. Lucifer thought absently that it was a miracle he hadn’t already finished against the sheets.

“You okay, honey?”

Alastor nodded his head, squeezing his eyes shut to hide from Lucifer’s earnestness. Another wave of endearment poured through the angel, coating his veins like syrup as he journeyed up to gently remove the hands from Alastor’s mouth. It wasn’t without resistance though, Alastor stubborn as always to have his way. But Lucifer won in the end, bringing one hand to his mouth with an adoring kiss that made Alastor wriggle, feeling more exposed than ever despite his eyes still being closed. The soothing tone of Lucifer’s amused chuckle mingled in the air with frayed static as he leaned down to place a kiss to Alastor’s hot cheek.

“If you need to we can — ”

“Don’t…,” Alastor interjected, unsteady, “don’t say it. It’s too embarrassing. Just — ah!”

Lucifer provided an interruption of his own, taking advantage of Alastor’s closed eyes to rub his erection through warm slick. His wanton moan of alleviation quickly tarnishing any form of superiority he had managed to gain as Alastor whined below him, eyes flying open from shock. Lucifer rolled his hips again and they cried out in unison, the air between them humid with their desire. A hiss escaped through Lucifer’s teeth as Alastor moved his hips to meet him, and he was now genuinely concerned that he might not even get the chance to enter before the onset of his climax.

But his body had other concerns, overriding the alarm bells in his mind as he ground his cock against Alastor’s folds. Their combined fluids making it all too easy to stimulate their most sensitive parts. Lucifer was writhing, helpless against his instinct to follow through. The luscious heat from that swollen, wet cunt — he wanted to curse and worship himself for using such an effective spell.

He wasn’t the only one enjoying themselves more than expected. Each whine, squeal, and bleat from Alastor goaded Lucifer on. Reinforced by the steady rolling of his hips, craving the friction of Lucifer’s hard length against his sex and lower belly. 

Alastor’s claws dug into the tender flesh of Lucifer’s ribs, mouth open as he panted between moans and sobs, his abdomen quivering from the building tension of pleasure. They were beginning to lose rhythm now, each of them chasing down the relief they needed so desperately.

“Lucifer, please — please, I…!”

“Mm-me too — hah… fuck!”

Lucifer cried out as he felt the first ropes of his release escape him, Alastor’s blissed out face seared into his mind before his vision went white. Somewhere in the fog he could hear Alastor calling his name through heaving breaths as their bodies rode out the high, clumsily rocking against each other until they were twitching from oversensitivity. Lucifer blinked back the haze until his lover came back into view, collapsing on top of him before he kissed every part of Alastor’s face his lips could touch.

It wasn’t until Alastor shuddered that Lucifer realized the salt on his tongue was from tears and not sweat. Lucifer shushed him, pressing a tender kiss to Alastor’s temple as he pet his hair to soothe him.

“If you mention this to anyone, I’ll tear your heart out and eat it in front of the entire city,” Alastor threatened, words muffled as he hid his face in the swoop of Lucifer’s neck; his usual venom reduced to petulance.

Lucifer laughed, the heart in question fluttering as he sank into Alastor’s embrace. “You know… we really need to work on your pillow talk. Lucky for you that I believe in second chances.”

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[ckret2]

i’m admittedly obsessed with music/have music as a special interest so this question has been on my mind for quite some time now - if Bill (from your goldilocks fanfic) were to listen to any music, or have any particular music taste, what would it be? Any particular songs in mind that he likes? ( <—totally not looking for more/new songs to listen to hahahahaha…sweats)

half of me thinks he’d like 40s/50’s/60’s music (thanks to the vera lynn reference in the fic, but also bc he sings it in-show), but the other half of me wants him to like musicals (heathers, in particular) - i can’t explain why lol

alternatively, if you’ve answered smth like this already, i’d love to know what songs you enjoy/listen to!

Have a post about his tastes and a hideous-sounding playlist! And it even held up in the face of TBOB.

The only difference in my headcanons is that I said the peak of his his tastes centers on the 60s and I subsequently found an interview where Alex confirms Bill's tastes do indeed range from about 40s~60s; but I just got out of another fandom where everyone headcanoned a character is into 40s music ranging into the 50s and I'm pretty burnt out on The Most Popular 40s Jazz That Everybody And Their Grandma Knows so I still personally prefer to focus on the 50s for him lmao.

In fic he makes a reference to a band called Mysterious Mo's Average Joes; I imagine them as an in universe equivalent to Question Mark & the Mysterians, except more obscure.

Specific to my headcanoned music tastes of Bill from my fic rather than just Bill in general: coming in his tastes are all the same, but hanging around Mabel has given him an expanded palate for boy band music and kids music, although on the boy band front he prefers dance-y songs over ballad-y songs and on the kids music front he has to steer through a minefield of cheaply-produced 80s cartoons that use synthesized music to save cost on an orchestra.

So far, nothing else has happened to change his tastes.

Although eventually Robbie's introducing him to emo.

I listen to too much music for the question "what songs do you listen to," it's like asking "what words do you use" lmao, lemme look at my recent activity. Lately I've been getting into She Hates Emotion and the new albums by Zeal & Ardor and Fleshgod Apocalypse; I've been slacking in my metal education on learning the difference between black metal and death metal (I usually focus on symphonic metal & neighboring genres) so I'm looping back to the basics to learn more there; big fan of Saltatio Mortis's new album; I've been listening to the deeper cuts & newer material of mainstream early 00s alt rock & nu metal bands (Shinedown, Stone Sour, Staind) to see what I've been missing out on beyond their radio hits; and in general the past few months I've been trawling through playlists of classic 80s goth, dark wave, synth pop, & aggrotech to expand my library there. Very excited for the new Linkin Park lineup, love their new vocalist so far and it's heartening to see them releasing new material. Not so excited by the new Nightwish album, it has the nightwish sound but not the spark. This isn't even an accurate representation of my full musical tastes, I've just been really into metal recently. Current favorite bands of the last few years are Alt-J and Ghost. I listed some of my favorite albums on this post. It's too bad you can't just link your Spotify liked songs without sticking them all in a separate playlist—oh hold on I have a songs I can sing playlist, it's perpetually incomplete on top of being 3-4 years out of date but it's a starting point.

[uu-tella]

In the recent chapter, we see that Sean is carrying large radio communication device that looks like the one Tella carried on his back in Loop 100. I think it might be confirmed that the device that Sean has on his back is actually Silent Voice because in the same chapter it implies that the Bike Broom artifact Latla got is Harley Quinn when Andy said that the Lab members got the rewards during the four months.

Hello there! As always, spoilers under the cut

Listen, my current stance on this is a very strong, damn, I guess it is???

When Andy mentioned that Latla's bike was Harlequin, I also thought that Silent Voice would show up. Then I saw Sean and went- that can't be right.

Because, again, Tella already had his radio/backpack on this loop. Chapter 147 and 150 to be precise:

And I always thought it was kinda cute and neat that he kept his old radio and modified it during loop 100 (I liked to think that he adapted it to use his speakers with it and that's why he never updated it even though it was an old piece of tech. It was a nostalgic thing for him...)

But I don't see any other reason why Tozuka would show us Sean using that radio/ backpack after telling us about the lab recovering the artifacts, other than to make it obvious that is Silent Voice...

Not the outcome I was expecting but honestly I'll take it.

Maybe Silent Voice IS the radio/backpack but instead of being the thing that helps Tella "talk", it actually was the artifact that opened the portals in the past loop, since we never learned how that actually worked lmao.

(or maybe it's just Tella old radio/backpack adapted to, somehow, help Chikara ~see~ with sound? Like, emitting specific waves or something??? <- me coping)

[ambroziadelphine]

Emo Boy (Choso Kamo x Reader) Chapter 1

Masterlink

It was only a few days later before I saw Choso again, though I was in the studio booth making some sound demonstration recordings for some new Guitars we just got in. A new acoustic in a dark oak and a few electric guitars all in different colors as I played the sample pieces for each type. I had headphones on with my eyes closed, having memorized these same notes long ago when I started here, when a knock on the window startled me. I looked over to see Angie waving me out, Choso standing by her nervously as he seemed to glance around. I smiled and set the guitar down as I walked out, almost hesitating as I opened the door to be hit with a warm and comforting sense, grinning at the brunette.

"So, you came back." I said, his cheeks turning pink as he nodded.

"I uh, was wondering if you had any more band recommendations? Maybe that Sleeping With Sirens one?" He asked as he rubbed the back of his neck. I noticed he was in vastly different clothes, from the baggy white pants and sleeves with the long purple vest thingy to simple black jeans and a grey T-shirt with a baggy hoodie on. 

"I work in a music store, of course I'll have recommendations." I said making him chuckle before I lead him over to where all the alternative and indie punk rock was, grabbing one of the sleeping with sirens albums plus 2 more I think he'd like. System of the Down and Linkin Park, classic's, so if he hasn't heard of them, I'll show him their glory. "Madness or Let's Cheers To This are my favorite albums from Sleeping With Sirens. Then System of the Down and Linkin Park are classics in rock music, so I'd definitely say they're worth listening to. Toxicity is great, but I prefer Steal This Album; I think all Linkin Park is good so just start with Hybrid Theory since it has some of the more mainstream songs in it." I said as he looked at the albums, turning them over to read the songs listed.

"If you want, I can let you listen to them in the Studio booth to see which ones you want." I said, his eyes snapping up to mine with a caught off guard look making me chuckle. "It's not almost close like last time you were here, feel free to hang around as long as you want." I said as he gulped and nodded.

"Where.. where is the Studio room?" He asked and I chuckled, leading him to the room I was in only moments ago, flipping through the discs we had for this specific purpose of playing in here. We couldn't just open a brand new disc when we have so many others for our radio shack all ready to use. "It's a lot quieter in here." He commented making me look back at him and chuckle.

"Soundproof walls and glass. The owner, Roxy likes playing live music for the radio or over the speakers sometimes. It's also where we record all sound samples for the instruments, though we only have guitars and bass's as of now." I said as he came up behind me, I gestured to the couch and chair against the wall. "You can sit down if you want. It's soundproof in here so we won't be disturbing anyone in the store." I told him as I held out the CD's to him.

"What do you want to start with first?" I asked him and he kind of shrugged.

"Sleeping with Sirens? I actually really liked King For A Day.." He said, trailing off as he looked away making me snicker in amusement.

"It's one of their most popular songs, anyone who knows the band even a little knows that song." I said as I put the disk in to play the music, Kick Me starting to play and I couldn't help the grin from stretching out across my face.

And that's basically how I spent the next 2 hours, just listening to music with Choso as we briefly talked. I learned he was the oldest of 9 which had my eyes popping out of my skull almost, only having my little sister that I took care of at home; he was pretty reserved when I'd ask him a question, his answers vague but I didn't mind. I told him about Olivia, my sister and how I played Guitar and Violin, he asked to hear me play and I couldn't say no after seeing the way he smiled, like it was the most fascinating thing in the world that I could play an instrument. God, he was too cute. It was almost too soon when there was a knock on the window and Angie was stood there again with the two men from earlier, the grey haired one giving a large grin as he waved making me chuckle.

"You're friends?" I asked him as I got up.

"Uh.. actually, he's.. my father.." He said making me look at him in surprise.

"What fucking age did he have you? Oldest of Ten? Jesus, your poor mother." I chuckled, shaking my head as he gave me a slight grimace.

"He's.. a lot, older then he looks." He said and I raised an eyebrow at the way his tone portrayed the sentence before I opened the door.

"He said he was here to get you're new friend." Angie said, wiggling her eyebrows subtly before she walked off.

"Hello, I don't believe we properly met last time I was here." Choso's father said, holding out a hand which I took, smiling slightly before turning to surprise as he kissed the back of my hand. "I'm Geto Suguru." He said as I pulled my hand back, subtly wiping it on my jeans as I looked at him, an outline of a deep violet stringing out from him as I internally sighed. He's either lying or has ill intent. Hard to figure out which one right now though.

"I'm Zoey Uma, its nice to meet you." I said turning to the grey haired man. "And you are?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as he chuckled, he practically screamed ill intent but it was only polite to greet him as well.

"I'm Mahito." He said and I nodded.

"Well, Choso, are you ready to leave?" Geto asked, I felt him stiffen as he stood behind me and I couldn't help but glance at him in slight concern as Choso just nodded, his expression stoic and bored now.

"Just let me get these and we can go." He said, his voice cold towards the man he called his father to me only moments ago. He turned to me and I smiled, leading him to the counter and scanning the items, giving him my staff discount for 50% off since I couldn't give him another freebie. It was only me and my sister, so of course I needed to use it on someone eventually. He looked at the total then furrowed his brows, looking at the prices on the CD's then back up at me. "I think you're scanner is wrong." He said making me chuckle, shaking my head.

"Nope. I did however give you a discount since you've been such good company to me today." I said, his face turning flush as he looked at me in surprise.

"O-oh, uh, thank you." He said, paying for the items before I grabbed his receipt, writing something on the back before handing it to him.

"Text me sometime." I told him, his face flushing darker as he looked at the paper that now had my phone number on it. "Hanging out with you here is great and all, but my manager will not be happy if I slack off because of a guy coming around all the time." I chuckled, his hand scratching his neck as he looked at me sheepishly.

"Got it." He said as he looked down for a moment when he looked behind him to his father and Mahito, the former giving a look I didn't quite catch when he turned back around. "I guess I'll see you later." He said, giving me a small smile as I nodded.

"I look forward to it." I said, giving him a small wink before he left with the other two, Ange coming over with a knowing grin on her face.

"So.. who's the two tall dark and mysterious men that've come to visit you?" She asked and I rolled my eyes, sighing at her words, not noticing her lack of mention of Mahito.

"Well, the first one is Choso. He came in a few nights ago before close with those two. The other is apparently, get this, his father." I said, her eyes widening as she stared at the door the men had walked out of.

"Damn girl, save some of the hot men for the rest of us." She teased as I nudged her.

"Hey, I've only got my eyes on Choso. His father is all yours." I said before smirking. "Be warned, apparently Choso is the oldest of 9." I said, her eyes bugging out like mine did.

"9?!" She exclaimed, a few costumers turning to look at us making a sheepish look come over her face. "9?" She repeated, quieter this time as she leaned closer.

"Oh, you're breeding kink is so fucked." She said, her voice low as I gapped at her and smacked her arm.

"Angie! I just met the guy!" I said as she rolled her eyes.

"So, you're saying you wouldn't sleep with him if he asked?" She questioned, a raised eyebrow as I blushed and looked away. "I knew it." She said and I couldn't help but huff at her.

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The next few weeks were pretty much the same, though we were texting now. He said he and his family got busy so he wasn't able to meet up with me outside of my working hours, but he did make an effort to stop by at least every few days, even if just for a quick chat. I will say, I was beginning to grow very smitten with him, his dark eyes and calm but awkward personality endearing to me. Not to mention he was very very cute. I always looked forward to his texts or seeing him again when I'd go to work, and it seemed today, he had finally gotten some free time, texting to ask when my shift ended and telling me he'd meet me outside. I was just finishing closing up, locking the front door when I felt a hand on my shoulder making me jump, yelping slightly before I put a hand on my heart, turning to see Choso there with a smile on his face.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." He said, the familiar words making me chuckle as I sighed.

"It's alright, I just wasn't expecting you to be right behind me." I said as I looked up at him and smiled. He seemed nervous as he shifted on his feet and I couldn't help but put an hand on his arm. "You okay, Choso?" I asked him in concern, his eyes finding mine as he gave a small smile.

"Yea, I'm okay." He said, but I didn't believe him, not when his aura turned dark and straggly from lying.

"Alright, I'll believe you for now." I said, staring at him for a moment before smiling at him again. "So, what did you want to do? I've got no plans or people to deal with, so I'm all yours." I said, my tone teasing as my words made his face flush.

"I, uh.. I'm not sure." He said and I chuckled, taking his hand.

"Then I guess, we could go back to my place if you want. I have my motorcycle here and I've always got a spare helmet incase Angie or Jessie needed a ride home." I said, leading him to were the motorbike stood.

"I've.. never rode on one of those." He said and I look at him with a grin.

"Good thing I'll be driving then."

[mysterionrisez]

idk much to ask about for hcs, but what genre of music do you think each of the main 4 likes (and craig's gang if u wanna)? :D

it took me a bit to get to this bc this question means so much to me you dont understand . ANWAYS

stan: ...very generic answer but like. midwest emo. dad rock. and like.. emo / pop rock too??? he could rock w/ some fall out boy, but not like patd cuz its too theatre kidsy. and OBVIOUSLY the front bottoms and alex g and modern baseball!! if we learned anything in band in china its that he very much treats music like an outlet for his emotions. and on that note he listens to metal too, but mostly when he is mentally at his worse.

kyle: i dont think i could pin him down to one genre, he's a big music guy but stays within the constraints of "music with authenticity but not to the point that it makes him look pathetic". so he's not listening to the front bottoms like stan is because that's just.. TOO raw, and hes caught up in the "lack of music conventions" in stan's music taste (he doesn't know a thing about music theory so he'll get pissed if you ask why). at the same time like kyle would NOT be into overproduced shit you hear on the radio u feel me. he curates his spotify playlist moods well, new wave/folk/indie rock/r&b at his neutral state and hip hop/punk/harder rock when at his other neutral state (pissed off). he doesn't listen to music when he's sad he just sits there in silence with a thousand yard stare

cartman: once again, expected answer, but he's a bubblegum pop girlie, so like britney spears/lady gaga/justin timberlake/beyonce OBVIOUSLY!!! he also likes hyperpop but the types that lean more into the "pop" part than the "hyper" part like charli xcx and carly rae jepsen. he hates listening to anything that isnt fun and stan and kyle dont like anything too fun so every road trip where they pass the aux across the group is a warzone

kenny: quite literally will listen to anything and everything. falls into the industrial pop / electropop scene frequently because he loves that it all sounds very New! he is a very social individual so he's most likely to put on what will get a rise out of his friends, he puts on 100 gecs and nine inch nails everytime he gets the aux because they bitch about it the entire time. its funny. he prefers to have noise on 24/7 and will even listen to pop country if it means unlocking new emotions

butters: will also listen to anything but to a worse degree. kenny has a rationale for what he listens to and why he enjoys it but butters just hears a song and decides its the best thing he's heard in his life. he's well versed in the girlypop scene through cartman but he also thinks that ajr is genuinely #deep. you know those overproduced songs that sound like they'd be in old navy commercials??? yeah. butters would listen to that shit.

but also worth mentioning hes not really a music person like he doesnt have spotify and most of what he listens to is through his friends

craig: just straight up does not listen to music. he doesnt hate it but there is no urge and he is DEEPLY noise sensitive, and a lot of music is unpredictable. more likely to put on a tv show he's already seen 437587354 times if he needs sound in the background.

clyde: college frat bro vibes like hes into really fake diluted edm like chainsmokers and calvin harris kinda bullshit. he is NOT a music guy and just searches "top hits" and listens to whatever spotify spits at him.

tolkien: another will-listen-to-mostly-anything soldier! he's most accustomed to stuff his parents play around him, so a lot of 60s rock, blues, jazz, swing, shit like that. he's a mild-tempered guy with a mild-tempered taste in music, he'll go crazy for a good guitar solo/bassline like jimi hendrix. because of that he's offput by anything too loud or raunchy like kenny's music but he's desperate to fit in with his peers so he makes it work

jimmy: not very notable because i think he has generic music enjoyment however i do think he's one of weird al yankovic's top streamers on spotify. he and kenny team up to create the worst queue at the house party. he's the one tossing in witch doctor and crazy frog

tweek (just for fun): is very scared of lyrical music trying to communicate Themes and Ideas to him so he listens to car crash sfx type a beats just to get the demons out

wendy (also for fun): dykezilla who listens to laufey and phoebe bridgers and beabadoobee. what can i say.

[bhawk-goose]

just started watching star trek TOS(or maybe remastered, honestly can't tell) on Paramount+ and I figured I'd start posting about it as I write

EP 1: The Cage

not even at the episode yet, why does it have a guest star? This is the first episode, shouldn't this be establishing the main characters? Or does guest star in this case just mean a secondary main character? I don't watch much TV so I'm genuinely unsure

I vaguely remember @etherealspacejelly(who is also the reason I'm watching this) mentioning that in the strange, exotic land of the UK they call jello jelly, so considering how wobbly space just got I think they might be in this episode.

two things. First, they have a very strange alarm sound. Second, how the fuck do they know it's coming if it's at the speed of light? That is the fastest speed information can travel? Is the spaceship fucking psychic?

I assumed after a moment they'd start to do something, considering a USFO(Unidentified Space Faring Object) is on course to collide with their ship at light speed, but no, they're just sitting there calmly

I'm guessing the captain(I wanna say Captain Kirk but they haven't mentioned his name and IDK for sure if he was captain from the start or if there was a different captian at first) said "steady as we go" because he has some badass plan but he really seems like he just doesn't care about this USFO

Nobody seems to trust him, so I'm guessing he's a new captain

They didn't realise it was a radio wave? That's what it was? Why is their security system advanced enough to see the future but not advanced enough to tell the difference between an attack and an old-timey distress signal? Or do they not use them anymore specifically because they couldn't make security systems to identify them from a distance?

Oh, nevermind, it was intentional.

Wait... they just sent one ship to the Talos group and then gave up when it dissappeared? No rescue group or second attempt or anything?

Why are there people in normal fucking clothes on the ship? Has clothing and fashion not changed at all in like 200 fucking years? Even after we were introduced to cultures from other planets? Did they all just already have the same fashion as us?

I'm starting to understand why he's treated the way he is by the fandom. Not even 5 minutes in and he's in a french girl pose. And the doctor looks so fucking done with him too, I can tell he poses like this every time(also I know all of this is probably normal TV stuff, but I'm trying to be entertaining, and I'm not very good at recognizing emotions)

So it is Spock, and there are survivors, meaning we're probably going to Talos. Also why do new viewers learn Spocks name before the captains?

Why is their paper so yellow?

the fucking double take the Lieutenant did when he said "no offense, lieutenant. You're different, of course"

I fucking love the way Spock smiled with the humming leaves. I love him already

the zoomout on the captains reaction to Vina feels like it could be a meme template

Do the pre-emptive megaming knockoffs have telepathy or did they just need a second to process what happenned?

considering how quickly the captain trusted Vina and how cautious he was about the Talos system before the crews survival was confirmed he is either bi or had some kind of grudge against the crew, but couldn't find an excuse not to save them once he found confirmation they were alive

bye Vina. And everyone else

OH SHIT THEY HAVE FIRE TASERS!

hmm... the other guys shot at the door and it did nothing... I know! I'll shoot at the door! Surely that'll work!

hm... I just shot at the door with someone else... and then a third person also shot at the door after us... and none of that did anything... I know! I'll fiddle with my gun and then shoot at the door! Surely that'll work!

I can't believe the captain is so ungrateful for the sparkly blanket the pre-emptive megamind ripoffs gave him. I don't remember his bed having a blanket at all, but he doesn't care at all about this one! So ungrateful

and he looks so pissed about the cool musical glass! This guy is so unlikable

Jesus christ I love these pre-emptive megamind knockoffs. They aren't good people, but they're hilarious and would probably be grateful if someone gave them a cool sparkly blanket

considering how many sound effects they built into their glass and elevators I'm honestly not sure if the sound after they mention the experement is non-diegetic or not

how the fuck do they know the exact brain size of the pre-emptive megamind ripoffs?

oh, the captains name is Pike, so it isn't Kirk, meaning he might just be straight

I know realistically he probably just swung at the sheild to prolong the fight, but I want to believe he did it to give the pre-emptive megamind ripoffs false information about how he fights

I'm going to choose to believe he threw his mace at the guy from like 3 feet away instead of just taking a single step forward and not risking missing and losing his weapon for the same reason

Why do the pre-emptive megamind ripoffs illusion specify woman? Don't they know how gay this universe is?

is this a metaphor for us? Did this show seriously start with a metaphor for us?

I'm fucking wheezing at the tone change that just happenned. Right from screaming in pain and fear to the twinkle of their elevator doors

okay. DEVELOPMENTS. First, the thing the captain pointed out, they have limitations. But also, their technology, the guy stepped back when Pike ran at the cool music glass.

OH MY GOD. They have some way to tell what's going on in the ship, but only on the outside. They need knowledge from outside the mind to create illusions inside it. Maybe. I'm probably wrong but this is my current hypothesis. That would also explain why she needed to ask him about his dreams. And now I wonder if he's thinking the same thing and planning to test it by saying something false, especially considering how the way he's acting makes it seem like he plans to accept the illusion

The screen just got way darker for some reason. Is that a sign of his hatred growing again? Is this the show signaling that the pre-emptive megamind ripoffs can't read his mind? Am I reading into this too much?

Why didn't the doors twinkle? What the fuck!?

okay at least they twinkled this time. It was a bit quiet though

what does he mean they're keeping them from seeing the hole in the window? The window is fucking invisible, they don't need an illusion to hide a hole

I can't believe they turned off the twinkle again.

[takanashi3]

THE POWERFUL POTENTIAL OF SOUND-SCIENCE OF MANTRAS

Ultra sound are those which cannot be heard by human ears under any circumstances. When very subtle vibrations are imbued with an electric onrush, its power of learn more piercing augments so prolifically that by piercing even the densest material, its’ inner designing can be photographed quite clearly.

After merely chanting ‘start’ or uttering the alphabets, ‘s-t-a-r-t’ a heavy car weighing 200 kilos started revving up. When the next word ‘go’ was uttered by that person what a miracle was seen. Akin to a lord commanding his devote, the car started swiftly running on the road. The car now gained more speed. This car without a driver at the wheel was whizzing past on an open road and at that moment another car was approaching it from the opposite direction. Hence this person seated afar commanded ‘halt’. Thus this car without a driver stopped and halted immediately.

After reading these lines, the reader must have assumed deluded that this was a magic show or an act of sleight of hand. Yet this is just not true. This was a well managed program that was exhibited by 2 youths called Graham and Neil. This feat was performed in Melbourne City of Australia on a road that oozed with many spectators. In order to witness firsthand, how powerful is the sound of words a huge crowd had gathered.

Behind the fact that a lifeless inert car was functioning at the behest and direction of words uttered by a person was at work a scientific law. It was the power of sound that was at work. In the hands of the person exhibiting all this was a small match stick like box called a transistor. The function of this transistor was to send the word (sound) of a well defined frequency uttered by the person directing this car to the control unit below the dashboard of the car via the medium of electrical power. Bang in front of this was another machine called ‘car radio’. When the electromagnetic waves of the words uttered banged against it, all cogs and technical units of the car got activated. Not only the engine but that the horn, lights, wipers etc too started functioning on hearing these uttered words. Although the lay public who witnessed all this were spell bound yet specialists of this technology knew that this is but an onrush of the infinite vault of power of speech.

The power of words/sound while superseding all material forces also possesses the potentials of subtle piercing. It was only after this definite information was unearthed that Indian seer philosophers helped advance the Science of Mantras. By itself anything that we utter affects us and others individually and at the cosmic level too. A small pebble thrown in a big lake can send waves to far off regions. In the same way every word uttered by our mouth creates vibrations in the subtle atoms of space. Due to these vibrations invisible inspirations awaken in people. We do not know from where thoughts enter our brain but Mantra seers know that thoughts emerging in our intellect are certainly no sudden accident but are focused subtle vibrations in layers of energies right since commencement of creation. These bang into the knowledge centers/sheaths of the brain manifest as thoughts. Also our brain is capable of catching and help flowing, a continuous stream of one single class of thoughts. A humungous revolution can be created in the thought realm of the entire cosmos via a stream of one type of thoughts flowing ceaselessly in the psyche. For this it is not a must that these thoughts be uttered via speech and conversations.

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Freaky Thing Happen With A Radio...Reminded Me Of Alastor

[Don’t Reblog Without Permission.]

okay I know some might not believe me about this, but I have to get these thoughts and feelings out after it happen on April 23, 2023.

okay some of you may know I had learned how to use the pendulum, and my first time holding one, I didn’t even try to make it move or ask it “Yes” or “No” or “Maybe” questions...

cause the first time I held a pendulum, it started to move on its own like crazy...

it freaked me out and I had put it away, for I don’t know how many months...

and didn’t touch it for a while after it started to move like crazy like that...

anyway we have this type of modern Radio, so a bit more modern than what Alastor from Hazbin Hotel, is use to...

and the Radio, it also can act as a flashlight....

but anyway on April 23 of this year, I wanted to listen to some music while I lay down in bed, and I put the Radio close by, I didn’t bother having the antenna up...but anyway, the green light wasn’t on but there was a little bit of sound and I guess static waves or whatever it is called coming through with a little bit of the sound from whatever was playing...

I think it might of been when I woke back up when I notice it,

but when I would reach towards the Radio, the Light would come on and the sound of whatever was playing would get better.

but when I took my hand away, the light would go back off and the sound would be lower and I guess a bit static wave like.

it was a bit freaky, I even kept testing it out by having my hand and fingers go really close to the Radio, and it be having the green light on and the sound would get better, but when I took it away it went back to how it was before.

other times it would seem that would act normal and still have the green light on, and even when I got back up and started to do stuff on the computer, I had the Radio a little bit away from me, and I still ended up testing what was going on.

like reaching my arm out and have my fingers either point at it or touch it, and the light would come on and the sound would get better.

and it seems that when I decided to pick it up and have it closer to me, it keeps that light and better sound on.....it was strange.

and like I said, I didn’t have the antenna up when it kept happening.

plus it just reminded me of Alastor from Hazbin Hotel...

what, am I like the “Radio Earth Angel” or something...?

I guess I could see if it will happen again if I tried to test it again...

but maybe not right now, maybe I can try later today or tonight.

I wont force others to believe what happen had actually happen...

it just seems unbelievable, and I hardly think many would believe me anyway.

plus I was still wearing my gem bracelets when it happen, I have different reasons to wear them and like I said before, I had to have them become my sealing charms & limiters, because of the stuff I would end up holding would start to move like my pendulum...

either it be a bottle or pop or a pen, they would end up moving like my pendulum when I hold it with just my fingers.

did what happen with the radio, was it some form of telekinesis...?

no, it might be called something else, I just can’t think of what it could be called.

well it is a bit freaky, but I suppose it was a interesting experience.

I know that the Deer has to do with the month I was born...

and I’m a Gemini, hey maybe I’m Alastor’s “Twin” lol, that is a joke...

but the Gemini wasn’t a joke...

it is possible that spirit animals or spirit companions, have been around far longer than most would think, well in theory.

in theory, they might bond to a person’s soul and stay with them, always by their side....I guess some might think that is a weird theory.

I think I should try to look up the name that has to do with what that whole thing was about with the radio.....still freaky it happen.  

I think I will change my Aroaceflux Avatar to the Other version, which is the same, but with a small diamond that has the Nonbinary-Girl Flag on it.

after I do that, I will check out some more stuff on here and maybe later I will play some video games, and maybe watch some shows and movies I like.

if by chance, there are others who had the same experience with a radio, it be great to know, maybe I can look that up as well, to see if it has happen to anyone else and it not just being me.

what happen with that radio, still reminds me of Alastor aka The Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel...but what happen with that modern radio, was freaky...                

[algrolo]

Title: The Golden Casket

Artist: Modest Mouse

Host Spotlight: Back To The Middle

Oh where to begin my little mice. I found this fun little album after the local alternative radio station kept hyping it for like 3 weeks. I’m forgetting the host’s name, but I think he must’ve been a huge fan of Modest Mouse because I felt like every day I’d get into the car and hear about this album dropping soon, either preceded or followed by We Are Between, the single of the album.

I think the album is polarizing. On one hand you have a boomer who thinks he can hear radio waves and sounds in his head singing about his mistrust of technology and social media and on the other hand you have a lot of really clever, interesting sounds and ideas working together pretty well to create some song with some real depth and listen-ability. In a way, many of the songs have this sort of two sided nature.

Transmitting and Receiving is about Isaac Brock’s condition where he can hear radio waves but also about being overwhelmed by the pure amount of information there is out there and how it’s always being sent and received, never-endingly. Never Fuck A Spider On The Fly is how social media is all a trap and that once you get stuck in the web, you are stuck in it, but also how it erodes your privacy and people could always be watching you. We Are Between is exactly as it implies, we are just a mode in between things, never at rest, always moving, but maybe that’s not exclusively a bad thing. Everything hearkens back to the album’s title: Golden Casket. Two sides to every coin. Two interpretations of every meaning. Which way and direction are you moving? But ultimately, you are still in The Middle.

Oh look at that. A segue to my Host Spotlight track, Back To The Middle. Now, I am a known slut for final songs on an album because there’s always Intent behind choosing a final song. And this song really just delivers on the album’s theme. In a world of choices and extremes, you are still ultimately just something in the middle. While I think it can be interpreted as somber and pessimistic, I think that’s not quite it. It’s more like, an acceptance of why the middle is important. The middle is You. Able to go in infinite directions, make infinite decisions, “Our head is a cage and the parrot, it won’t shut up”, you can define your middle and your middle can define you. Whenever you move in a direction, your middle changes with you. And if the direction you’ve decided to move is the wrong one, your middle is always behind you. This song is like saying, at the same time, it’s okay to change because who you are and what’s important will change with you AND that if you don’t like how you’ve changed or where you’re going, you can always return back to the middle you’ve already defined.

This is a song for when you’ve moved out of your parent’s house into your first apartment. A song for after learning you’ve just been laid off after a huge company lay-off. A song to listen to late at night after a great night of bar-hopping. A song to listen to in bed, wondering who you’re going to be in life, what paths you will choose, and how you want to be seen. The song does not provide an answer or resolution to any of these things.

It just serves as a reminder of the middle.

[avn-tantra]

We all are made up of energy !

If you would like to experience an energy orgasm yourself, it is necessary to actually realize that you are more than just a gross, physical body.

Beyond your material body and physical manifestation, you are an energetic being comprising highly sophisticated centers of energy, a super-network of energetic channels, and a substratum of subtle bodies. Whether you are aware of it or not, energy is continuously channeling through you and governing your thoughts, desires, emotions, sexuality, and actions.

For most people this flow of energy is unconscious and dictated by several factors such as lifestyle, the condition of a person’s mind, one’s astrological sign and makeup, plus much more.

However, according to the great Yoga and Tantra systems, we don’t have to be victims of circumstance. In other words, we can learn to master energy. And not just the energy that pervades our being, but all the energy that permeates the entire universe.

Sounds like a superhuman power, right? In reality, controlling energy is a skill that can be learned.

Steps to Mastering Energy

There are several aspects that one needs to look into to become skilled with controlling energy. Once this ability of control has been acquired, you can choose to use this skill with the sexual energy, or pretty much with any other type of energy as well (Kundalini energy, pranic energy, etc).

Tantra is a spiritual science of energy.

1. Building up the ability to concentrate and focus the mind fully. Authentic yogic techniques are the best tools here. The average person’s ability to truly be focused is unfortunately rather poor. The mind is constantly jumping around and is very distracted. However, in energy work your mind is your main tool and it needs to be sharp like a razor.

The yogis say that “where the mind goes, energy flows”. This means, if your mind is constantly distracted and full of random thoughts, then doing anything wise with the energy will be close to impossible. Tantric meditation and Yoga practices are the best tools to train the mind.

2. Purifying the body, and therefore also the mind, with yogic purification techniques and Hatha Yoga. Energy does not move harmoniously in a system which is clogged and impure. Therefore, yogis made it their business to regularly purify their physical, emotional and mental bodies. There is a whole system of yogic purification called Shatkarma Kriya, which addresses exactly this. These teachings are included in our Tantra Yoga.

3. Understanding the principles of sexual energy and how it works. All energy, including the sexual energy, follows certain rules of how it operates. It is almost like an exact science. The tantrics were very clear on these rules and knowing them gave them the ability to use that energy to for high purposes. The same way we understand and use electricity, radio waves or mobile networks (all types of energy), we can also harness and use sexual energy.

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[pretentious-art-love]

Album Reviews #62 - Oceania by The Smashing Pumpkins

At first, I felt really disappointed, as it seemed like a simple continuation of their Teargarden sound (it was also part of the same project, after all), but with more focus on guitars and flow. From now on, the anger is gone, it seemst that after Zeitgeist all rage that came along with the music was purged for some unknown reason, and not because of problems with age, since the songs still sound as great as they do live. Now, I actually enjoyed this record, Oceania is one of those grower albums as people call them. After I felt disappointment I still wanted to try it again since people were moderately enthusiastic about it, the more I listened, the more I realized that this actually shows a maturation and development of those EPs into something rather refined. Now, some people say that this album is on the same level as their original albums. So, what do I think? Mellon Collie and Siamese Dream offered a unique blend of elements that secured their place in pop culture. The tracks in Oceania, however, do not seem groundbreaking enough to speak to so many people on that level. But in a smaller sphere of music, this album finds its own spot—pleasant, sunny, and cheerful pop rock with shoegazey and dream pop undertones, embodying the characteristic happiness of some of their earlier songs. They have their spot as much as Gish, I think Machina and a few songs of Adore are slightly more original and unique than Gish or Oceania, but they still have something to give. Now, here there's no conceitedness, no bittersweetness, no punch, just very contagious enthusiasm and chirpy rock. It can feel triumphant in a very calming way. Some of the songs feel rather elegant, unfolding like waves of the sea.

While "Nowhere" by Ride is like a really helpful bottle of water and a splash to the face on a sunny day, Oceania is like a sweet orange lollipop for when the sun is also high in the sky. I also feel that sense of the sea. You know, the Panopticon titles might not be just coincidences or references either; the songs focus on creating an atmosphere just like that kind of Post-Metal does. This is just a pop rock album instead of a metal one. The hooks and instruments try to tune with each other, and there can be a lot of synergy when you ask the songs not to provide a layered emotional collage like in their biggest albums, but to paint a single emotion or sensation with a layered soundscape. The songs can get rather kaleidoscopic with colors like blue, cyan, orange, and elements like the heat of the sun and the breeze of the wind. It is a really solid record and probably the most solid shot the band had at building up a new niche now that they seem unable to create grandiose and elaborated narrative emotional songwriting. Instead, they focus on single emotions and make those emotions and sensations feel elaborate with pretty sounds and elevate that pleasant feeling of catchy hooks into something greater using synergy and pretty sound imagery.

This album didn't come without its bumps on the road. I feel that this is one of the bands that were also in a rather hilarious spot in music history. They reached their heyday just as rock was abandoning the mainstream and communication was shifting from magazines, TV, and radio to the internet—a new learning curve for them. Just hear Billy talk about how confused he is because they have 1 million likes on their Facebook page, but not a million people are listening to his new songs. Now, even if you join a label, you are going to be asked to be active only, you have to show you are here. At the end, it is what it is, eras change and challenges change. Still, I feel there was a lot of effort done by the group to adapt to new trends; they abandoned the album format for a bit, treating a song as a picture. There is also some material recorded directly from soundboards at certain sites where the band made deals, there was a will to change, but again, as I have mentioned before, it seems people like the band because of their big, life-changing experiences. So, doing an album again gave people the opportunity to see the music as a brand-new season in the Smashing Pumpkins saga.

Overall, a really solid release, not really the same as their previous material, but enjoyable for what it is. If you come here looking for emotional depth and grandeur, you will not find it. If you come here looking to enjoy that one single emotion flourished and embellished with lots of pretty pictures and sensations, you will be pretty pleased. Oh also there isn't any rage anymore, this is a brand new alcohol free flavor of Pumpkins Cola, and a lot will be displeased. Because of that some people might prefer Zeitgeist's anger and punch. There's a lot I like about that album, but its stubborn loop-repeating ethos kind of bores me at times. Here, I feel that approach is a lot more subtle. It is not an emotionally gripping record, but it is pleasantly crafted to do this rather jolly soundscape with a few of the fevers this band does best: happiness, naivety, and wistful sentimentalism.

6/10

[deadjam6]

That brings up another thing to make him more scarier have him be able to eavesdrop on people through radio waves. Maybe I don’t know make his antlers look like those radio antennas which allows him to listen on and pinpoint just about anyone.

So it’s imagine he can literally see through the radio waves and now imagine his enemy trying to listen in on him through a broadcast and all of a sudden he starts talking directly to the enemy as if he’s there and he knows where his enemy is.

Could even make for a tragic backstory too like when he first started he heard everything and it was torture for him until he learned to control it.

Anyways let me tell you about my favorite transformer Soundwave who fights using using sound and spies on people through radio waves.

OOOOH TRUE yes that would be so cool, it would also be a cool connection with vox since vox can do basically the same thing with camera, they are more simualr than they realize and i love that

AND YEA THE BACKSTORY THING WOULD BE SO COOL, definaly a good form of eternal damnation haha

also so real abt soundwave i love using other charcters or shows/movies for inspo its like the best thing ever

[mygriefcase]

Hello

I am left in the house today. My mother is buying me Donkas Kimbap and she brought my dad with her. Before she left, she screamed her lungs out at me and everyone. She knows that we have tenants for neighbors but she just doesn't care.

As I write this, I feel like crying. I can never be numb at this. Before we got here in the province, my mother humiliated me at the airport thrice and I couldn't do anything about it. Good thing I wore a mask and a cap. 22 years and I'm still being treated this way. I have so much rage inside of me that I just want to get out. I feel like those therapy sessions wherein you get to break glass would be beneficial for my mental state.

Perhaps the reason why I can't speak straight is because I never really got to finish my sentences at home. I would always be answered with a spank or a scream. I am so tired of this.

I also learned the hard way that I may not be fit for radio. I tried thrice but failed. This eats up the only confidence left in me. I am so afraid about a lot of things. Not being chosen as CSR, and not being accepted at the company I applied internship for. It's already July 8 and I still haven't got a word from them. I am so scared.

I am writing all my fears and frustrations down because I just want to let these go out of my system. I am so low right now. Everytime I look at myself in the camera and I see my misaligned teeth, I just have a strong urge to fix them. Same with my nose, my hairline, and every discoloration in my body. I hate that I hate myself. I hate that my mother didn't set-up a dentist appointment for me ever. I hate that I am feeling this way about myself. I hate myself. I hate myself so much. I hate that I'm so shallow. I hate that beauty is an asset for women and that I have to try my best to wield it to gain opportunities. I hate that I'm not born rich. I hate that I'm not even genuinely good at anything. I hate that I am talking so lowly of myself.

Perhaps this is good. Perhaps I needed to come to this to start reassessing my values and faith. I know God wouldn't be happy that I am hyperfocusing on worldly things.

I know this yet I still feel sad. This started when I wateched Waves of Life and saw how beautiful the lead actress was. I couldn't help compar emyself although there isn't no competition. Why were there people like her who are just blessed with such a good life? I know I sound like an ungrateful cunt. But I just couldn't help it. Perhaps writing my thoughts down would give me a clearer sense of mind. And so I started this anonymous blog. I just hope this won't ever backfire on me or be used in court as evidence. Damn it. I am so sad.

[thebaddestofbatches]

The Bad Batch Preferences pt. 1

Kissing

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Crosshair

Favorite Place: Just behind your ear and along your jaw. He prefers to wrap his arms around you from behind and these places are easier to reach. Plus they’re more sensitive and he likes to watch you squirm.

Makeouts: Definitely. And frequently. Whenever he gets back from a mission, you do something he finds hot, or just because he hasn’t kissed you in awhile.

First Kiss:

It was hot on Techitua. Dusty too. You lowered your shades on your nose, a polarized version of Tech’s goggles as Crosshair opened a case on the ground.

A makeshift shooting range was set up parallel to the Marauder, a metal piece with a target spray painted on it placed at a distance of 25 meters.

Hunter had told you that if you wanted to stay on board, you needed to know how to defend yourself and assigned you to Crosshair, without even asking if you had any prior experience.

“Alright. I don’t expect you to be top notch with this thing.” Crosshair said, his tone borderline patronizing as he removed a small blaster from the case. “Blasters take a lot of practice to use correctly and you’re only a doctor. I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t hit anything.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and took the blaster from his hand. Barely looking at the target, you took aim and fired one, two, three, four, five shots.

Crosshair’s slack jaw and a quick glance told you they all hit the bullseye.

“You forget, soldier,” You said smugly. “I’m an army doctor. I can rip you apart and put you back together just as easily.”

Crosshair’s toothpick hit the dirt and then he was on you, smashing his lips to your hungrily.

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Echo

Favorite place: Your hand. He likes to hold your hand and bring it up to his lips for absentminded kisses. When you cup his face, he turns his head and presses kisses to your palm.

Makeouts: Not too often. He’s shy after all his modifications and you definitely have to initiate them, but once he relaxes, then he’s into it.

First Kiss:

“Dang ferreck!” You swore as the control panel of the rescued radio shocked you for the fifth time that night.

You gave it a swift thump on the top in retaliation, gritting your teeth.

You needed this to work. It had to work. It’d been so long since you heard real music.

Another try at the wiring and another spark that singed your fingertips. You let out another string of curses and tossed your screwdriver onto the counter with a clank before thumping your forehead against the table repeatedly.

There was a gentle touch on your back that stopped your assault on your cranium. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. You could feel the poke of Echo’s prosthetic through your tunic.

“You alright?” He asked.

“No,” You grumbled into the metal.

Echo sighed quietly and after some shifting behind you, you raised your head to see his human hand disconnect two crossed wires and reconnect them at new points. There was a fizz of static and then a gentle song began to float through the speakers.

You let out a whoop of joy and leaped to your feet, grabbing the clone by his collar to pull him down for a quick kiss.

“Thank you!” You squealed, snatching up your screwdriver again and leaving Echo standing there, stunned and pink.

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Hunter

Favorite place: Your neck. He likes to feel your pulse point and kiss the sunmarks and spots along your skin. It’s also one of the best places for him to get your scent.

Makeouts: Not as often as Crosshair, but frequent. He likes to be affectionate with you and when he gets time or feels stressed, being around you and close to you is his priority.

First Kiss:

You’d been separated from the Batch in a marketplace and were now wandering aimlessly.

As you passed an alleyway you heard a whistle and a man sidled up to you.

“Hey gorgeous,” He said. “Where you going?”

“Away from you,” You muttered, but he heard it anyway and snorted. “Feisty girl.”

A gag rose up in your throat and you increased your pace. Behind you the man called. “Hey I’m talking to you! Though I appreciate the view!”

A hand landed on your butt and you whirled, fist raised to deck the stranger for daring to touch you. Before you could though, someone stepped between you and punched him, hard.

You looked up to see Hunter, a deep scowl on his tattooed face as he glowered at your harasser.

“Don’t touch her,” He growled, drawing up to his full height.

The man spat and launched himself at Hunter, sending them both rolling to the ground.

There was some yelling and sounds of fists hitting bodies before Hunter scrambled to his feet breathing hard as your harasser lay on the ground, groaning.

Hunter turned to you with worried eyes and you punched him in the arm hard and then quickly pecked his lips. “You didn’t have to make a scene.”

“Sorry,” He said, not sounding sorry at all as he pulled you in for another kiss.

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Tech

Favorite place: Your forehead and temples. He can get so busy with this or that and a quick peck to the forehead is his go-to for affection when he’s caught up in something.

Makeouts: Usually whenever he gets an idea he wants to try with you. He learned affection mainly from books so he’s picking up more and more as he goes. Usually you initiate the sessions. However, when he gains confidence later in the relationship, things get more serious as he experiments.

First Kiss:

“Tech?” You called from the porch of your hideout. Hunter had sent you to fetch the male for dinner and so far he was nowhere to be found.

“In here!” The clone called and you followed the sound into the shed to see Tech holding two vials above a pot.

“What’re you doing?” You asked leaning on the doorframe.

“I’m testing a theory. The substance excreted from the fire salamanders’ skin may have some properties that can boost our explosives.” He replied, carefully tipping the vial of white powder in, followed by the orange liquid.

“And you thought it was a good idea to test that in my shed?” You said, quirking a brow.

The technician had the decency to look a little abashed. “Well it isn’t in the house.”

He set the tubes aside and picked up a firestarter, holding it over the pot. “And a spark to trigger the reaction..”

Crack. Fwoomp! Boom!

The small windows shattered and you ducked as a blaze burst up from the pot and then died out just as quickly, sending up a cloud of ash and dust.

When the smoke receded, you heard Tech give a small cough and looked over to see his whole face covered in soot and the front of his normally gelled back hair spiked up.

You burst into giggles, picking up a small cloth from the worktable and approaching the clone to wipe his goggles clean.

He blinked at you from behind the lenses, like he was surprised to see you and you smiled. “That went well.”

Tech gave you a sheepish look. “I’m sorry about the windows. I’ll fix them tomorrow.”

You laughed again, waving him off. “It’s alright. I was prepared for damages when I brought you lot here.”

He gave you a grateful look and suddenly you couldn’t help yourself, darting forward and pecking his lips.

Tech immediately turned scarlet. “What was that for?”

You shrugged. “For being you.”

And then you passed him the cloth with a wink. “Hunter says dinner’s ready. You should probably clean up a bit before you come inside.”

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Wrecker

Favorite place: Your cheeks and nose. He likes to pepper kisses all over your face. He’s so enraptured by you that he wants to keep you close at all times to make sure you’re real. Plus he’s a massive cuddlebug.

Makeouts: On occasion. But this boy is too much of a teddy bear for anything more than gentle loving touches. He’s slow and sweet and so very careful with you.

First Kiss:

The Batch was pinned down in an abandoned bunker as a gang faction gathered outside. Echo was doing his best to reboot the turrets while Tech worked on the doors, but unless it happened fast, you weren’t getting out of this unscathed.

You were peering out one of the broken windows with Hunter, Crosshair, and Wrecker picking off grunts where you could, but they had greater numbers and illegal firepower.

A shot from a bike mounted turret hit the wall above your lookout and the ceiling caved in, causing Wrecker tackle you, cradling you to him as he rolled away.

“You alright?” He asked, pushing off of you, his voice higher than normal.

“Yeah.” You said and Hunter swore as glass shattered behind you.

“Echo!! What’s the status on those defense systems?!”

“Same as you asked thirty seconds ago!” Echo snapped. “These circuits are rubbish! This place should have been scrapped for parts years ago!”

Parts.

A light bulb went off in your brain and you immediately turned to Wrecker. “Give me a charge!”

“Why?!”

“Trust me!”

He gave you a look you couldn’t read under the helmet, but dropped an explosive in your palm.

Immediately you started dismantling it. “I need a gravmag, some wires, and anything explosive we can spare. Oh and Echo’s arm.”

“What?” Said Echo.

You ignored him and started your hunt for parts as you snatched a screwdriver, a multipurpose laser tool, and pliers from Tech’s backpack, stripped a console, broke Crosshair’s gravmag off of his grappling hook, and took three more charges from Wrecker. You dismantled, screwed, and rewired before beckoning Echo over and having him weld it all together.

“(Y/N),” Wrecker asked as he fired off another shot. “What are you doing?”

You waved him off as you activated your new, shoddy weapon of mass destruction and bolted for the window, lobbing it as hard and far as you could.

“Hit the dirt!” You yelled and there was a large boom and the whole building rattled.

When the dust cleared, you beamed proudly at the clear landscape.

The gang that had been surrounding your hiding place was now lying unconscious having been thrown a good 50 meters in all directions at extreme speeds.

“What-“ Said Crosshair in his rare stunned tone. “What did you do?”

“Simply,” You said. “I reversed the polarity and made it into a big bang.”

Wrecker whooped and tossed his helmet aside, scooping you into a bear hug and peppering kisses all over your face. “THAT’S MY GIRL!”

You turned pink and he drew back from you enough to press a sweet kiss to your lips, which only served to fill your face with crimson.

There was an awkward cough from one of his brothers and Wrecker turned a similar shade of red, setting you back on the ground.

“Er-“ He said, patting your shoulder awkwardly. “Good job.”

[heyyyharry]

Deja Vu (part 2 of 'Drivers License')

(inspired by deja vu by Olivia Rodrigo)

Word count: 2.5k

Read part 1 here

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“What the fuck is this?”

Harry flinched as his girlfriend shoved the phone at him. He’d just got out of the shower, hair still dripping wet, but it wasn’t so out of the ordinary that she would start a fight first thing in the morning.

He sighed and gently pushed her phone away from his face. “Baby, if it’s another rumour about me cheating on you...I was with you this whole week!”

“No.” She lifted the phone up to his face again. “That girl just released another song about you.”

Even though Harry didn’t let it show, whenever he heard about Y/N, his heart would always skip a beat. He couldn’t remember exactly when the last time they’d spoken was, but he knew in his last message to her, he’d congratulated her on that new song about him. She’d never replied, and he’d taken it as the answer — they could never go back to the way it was.

It had broken his heart to listen to ‘drivers license’. Y/N had never been the kind of person to be vocal about her feelings. Or maybe she’d expressed it through actions instead of words, and he had been too nonchalant to see? He hadn’t meant to break her heart and leave her in the dust. After all, she used to be his best friend.

“Y/N’s a songwriter. She writes about her own experience the same way I do. Maybe that song is not even about me, babe,” he calmly told his girlfriend, who was standing in front of him with fresh tears in her eyes. He hated to see her cry, and he hated that this wasn’t the first time she’d done it because of him. He tried to reach for her but she stepped back, shaking her head.

“Listen to the song.”

“Baby.”

“Listen to the song,” his girlfriend repeated without looking at him. “Why are you so afraid?”

“I’m not.”

“Then listen to it and tell me it’s not about you, and that she’s not throwing shades at me. I’m so tired of this girl telling the world about how horrible we are as if you had even dated her in the first place—”

“Fine,” Harry exhaled sharply, his eyes pinched shut. He hated that when his girlfriend got mad, she would get so mean for no reason, and the last thing he wanted to hear right now was her insulting Y/N. He knew Y/N. She had always been respectful to his new relationship. However, he wasn’t in the position to tell his girlfriend how to feel about this situation. He knew it was all his fault, so he stayed quiet, took the phone from his girlfriend and sat down on the edge of the bed. His girlfriend stood with her back against the wall facing him, waiting for him to play the song so she could see his reaction to it.

“Go on,” she told him, her voice emotionless.

Harry looked at the song on Spotify. It was titled deja vu. He took a deep breath and one last look at his girlfriend before finding enough courage to press play.

Y/N’s previous song about him had been blasted in every shop he’d visited, all the time when he was filming, every time he was in the car, and now, the moment he heard her voice again, it really did feel like deja vu.

Car rides down Malibu

Strawberry ice cream

One spoon for two…

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“Are we there yet?”

“No, stop being so impatient! Just keep on driving!” Y/N said and looked out of the window on the passenger side. The sun was going down, and the horizon was gradually turning the colour of an egg yolk. It was their last day in Miami. They had been filming for every day that week, and this was the only day they could spend just for themselves.

Harry stole a glance at Y/N and saw that she’d finished half the strawberry ice cream while bobbing her head to the song Uptown Girl on the radio. He frowned, making her laugh when she noticed.

“Open your mouth,” she said and fed him a spoon of ice cream.

“Ahh, brain freeze!”

“But it’s good, isn’t it?”

“So good.” Harry licked his lips. The face he made got Y/N laughing harder.

Fifteen minutes later they arrived at a secluded beach. Y/N had found this place when she traveled to this city alone two summers ago and almost got lost.

Together, she and Harry carried their picnic things through a palm forest, and by the time they saw the ocean, the moon had made a fading presence on the pink Miami sky.

Y/N picked up her shoes and ran towards the waves, letting it chase her back into Harry’s arms and nearly knocking him over. Their laughter echoed in the wind as their shadows stretched out long and lanky on the empty beach. In that very moment, it felt to Harry as if they were the only people in this world, and he had a sense of peace that he might never be able to experience again.

“You don’t get to see this in the city,” Y/N said dreamily as she pulled Harry’s jacket tighter around herself. It was dark now, and the sky above them was full of stars. They sat shoulder to shoulder on a picnic blanket, listening to the whispers of the ocean and the wind. Harry used Y/N’s jacket as a blanket because it was too small for him to put on. They’d laughed for five minutes straight when she told him he looked like that monkey from Aladdin and took plenty of photos just to prove the point.

“I don’t want to leave tomorrow,” he said, still looking at the sky.

“Me neither,” Y/N sighed, her shoulder brushing his. There was a pause, and he could feel her eyes on him, so he turned and saw her looking. “When I get home,” she said with a small smile that made her eyes sparkle, “I’ll learn to drive, and when we come to Miami next time, I can drive you to this beach.”

“I’d love that,” Harry said, then made her pink-promise him.

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“They went to Miami last week.”

Y/N blinked. The beach and starry sky disappeared in a second, and she found herself once again standing in the fitting room with her stylist and best friend.

“What?” her best friend marched over to where she stood in front of the full-length mirror.

Her stylist was holding the phone up to show her the article. “Here. Harry took that actress to Miami last week.”

“Don’t show her these!” Y/N’s best friend grabbed the phone and put it on the vanity desk as she gestured to the stylist. “You do your work. Enough chit-chatting.”

“I took him there,” Y/N said. She didn’t even recognise her own voice at first because she was too in shock. She didn’t think Harry would do something like that. But let’s be honest -- how much did she really know about him?

It had been a few months since his last text to her, which she had ignored, and now her song had been overplayed, and nobody cared about the drama anymore. The whole world had moved on, and she had, too. Or so she’d thought. Now, seeing these pictures of him and his girlfriend on that Miami beach made Y/N feel betrayed.

“Asshole,” her best friend said and grabbed her shoulders. “Don’t worry baby. You’re prettier.”

Y/N worked up a smile and opened her mouth to say that she was fine, but then she heard someone call her name and turn around. They weren’t calling for her. Just a name similar to hers that had become an inside joke between her and her friends.

The moment she locked eyes with Harry’s girlfriend, her heart seemed to stop as she held her breath, her lips thinned as if to hold back a scream. She didn’t know the girl personally and had never run into her before today. How unfortunate that they had to be in the same room after Y/N had seen those Miami pics.

“What is she doing here?” Y/N’s best friend asked the stylist the question Y/N was too afraid to ask.

“Fitting for an event, I guess,” the stylist said.

Y/N told them to just ignore the others and mind their own business. The sooner they got the measurements, the faster she could leave. Or she could leave right now and come back another day, but that would make it look like the other girl’s presence was bothering her. They were both actresses, and so they would have to run into each other at some point. She must be professional about it. This was normal. Just act normal.

“He’s so unique,” Harry’s girlfriend said while laughing with her team. Y/N didn’t mean to overhear the conversation, but apparently, the girl was making sure that Y/N heard her loud and clear. “We were watching reruns of Glee last night, and he even sang to me and told me he loved me inbetween the chorus and the verse. Don’t touch the jacket! It’s Harry’s and it’s Gucci. We exchange jackets sometimes. Isn’t that adorable?”

“Show off,” Y/N’s best friend scoffed while shaking her head.

Y/N didn’t say anything. In her mind, she agreed with her best friend for a second and immediately felt that she was being petty so she forced herself to just be nonchalant about it.

She could not. She could not ignore the fact that she’d been replaced as if she didn’t matter. Harry was doing all the things he used to do with her with his new girl. Even taken her to that Miami beach. Their place.

Y/N bit her lip and tried to hold back the half-formed tears in her eyes as the stylist went on talking about the fabric. She chose a random one just to get this over with.

“I hope that fucker gets deja vu.”

“What?” Y/N blinked at her best friend, who gave a mean shrug as she glared at the girl.

“He’s probably thinking of you while doing all that shit with her.”

Y/N pondered over it. Over and over. Even after the girlfriend’s laughter had faded down the hallway, and Y/N was also packing up to leave the studio. Her best friend’s words stayed with her as she got into the car and watched the street of London pass by her window.

That night, when she was alone in her living room with her piano. She sat down and started playing a few experimental chords. Then, she cried. Her tears blurred the handwritten lyrics on her notebook as she tried again.

“I have this idea,” she told her manager on the phone before sending the recording. It was three in the morning.

“Oh my god,” her manager exclaimed, sounding much more enthusiastic than he had when picking up her call. “This song...is so gonna win a Grammy!”

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Y/N’s song had won a Grammy.

They had talked about it for so long. Harry had encouraged her to pursue a singing career, because she’d started out as an actress but was blessed with the most beautiful voice he had ever heard.

Ironic, wasn’t it? Now he was sitting at the front row and looking up at her as she received the award from an artist she looked up to, for the song written about him. She smiled at the crowd as the light shone on her and everyone was cheering because she deserved this. She said her thanks and expressed her gratitude to her family, her teams and her fans. She didn’t say his name. He hadn’t hoped that she would, because he knew there was no way his name would come with a positive message. So he was kind of glad she hadn’t mentioned him.

His girlfriend squeezed his arm as if she knew what he was thinking of. He smiled at his girlfriend. A smile of reassurance. They had put it behind them and promised to try again after all the fights about the song they were playing right now. Nothing would change after tonight. Because there was nothing Harry could change.

He caught Y/N’s eyes for one brief moment as she ascended the stage. Although he was sure he loved his girlfriend, there was something about that look that made him sad. Would he be happier to come here with Y/N tonight instead of his girlfriend? He wouldn’t know, because that would never happen. He didn’t even know if she still resented him, or if she was still the same person he remembered. A lot could change in a day let alone many months. And it was scary to think someone you used to know so much had become a complete stranger. The opposite of love wasn’t hate. It was indifference. And Harry felt it deeply as Y/N never paid him a second glance.

At the after-party, he worked up the courage to approach her when he found her standing alone texting on her phone.

“Hi. How are you?” he said.

Y/N looked at him as if she couldn’t understand English. If she ignored him and walked away, this would be the most humiliating moment of his life.

But no. She pressed her lips into a gentle smile and said, “I’m good. How are you?”

“Good.” He nodded, wanting to shake her hand, but his fingers stayed glued together behind his back. “Congratulations on your win.”

“Thank you.” She picked up the glass of wine on the table beside them, and Harry knew he’d lost his chance of shaking her hand tonight. “Did you like the song?”

“Yeah. It was good,” he said, finding it difficult to hold eye contact with her. There was something new about her that unsettled him, and he couldn’t pinpoint what it was. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For speaking out about it.”

“Oh.” Y/N showed no emotion as she shrugged. “It’s alright. I only said the truth. The song was fictional, and I don’t want anyone to get hate for it.”

They both knew it wasn’t true, and he couldn’t tell her that his girlfriend had almost broken up with him for it. Even if he had told her that, he didn’t think Y/N would care. She didn’t look like the Y/N he knew anymore. Suddenly, he recalled that night on the beach, when she was still looking at him with feelings.

“Look, Y/N, I—”

Before he got a chance to form a proper thought for what he was going to say, his girlfriend, who was obviously drunk, shouted from somewhere behind him. “Babe, Jeff’s wearing a tiny jacket! He looks more like the monkey than you!”

Harry looked at Y/N. She held his gaze. The corners of her red lips quirked as she raised her glass. “Deja vu?”

Just like that, she left him standing there all by himself.