#and listening to old hip hop in another language

[amicus-siderum]

Will I see the end of this exam season, or will it see the end of me?

That is the question.

[theofficalnarrator]

ohhh I have a request. Dani x y/n established relationship. Maybe them with the other girls or just something cute.

Secret Slips

Summary: The Katseye girls aren't stupid. Daniela's been acting weird. Little do they know that their favorite dancer is dating the guitarist of the rock band Heartbreakers.

Warnings: Y/N is a bad influence, the girls hate reader, a bit angsty, fluffy at the end, attempts at humor

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The first to notice the shift was Manon. I mean, her and Daniela have been attached at the hip since Dream Academy. The Swiss girl had picked up on her favorite Latina's habits. She knew that Daniela went to sleep around 9, and spent an hour reading before bed. So it was weird when Dani would go an hour early and stay on her phone all night, silently giggling to herself. Once inquired about it, Dani responded with quickly with some excuse about switching to ebooks and reading more comedy books.

The next to notice was Sophia. As the leader and one of the oldest, she was always told of the whereabouts from all the girls. She knew of Dani's old friends and how every other week, Dani and her old friend group from Atlanta would hangout. Once a month, a party may be planned. So it came as a shock of how often Dani seemed to "forget" to tell her when she went out more often.

After that, it was Yoonchae. The youngest had learned to be more observant since her trainee days due to the language barrier. She picked up on body language, tone of voice, but oddly, the most telling was what the girls were listening to on Spotify. Yoonchae followed Dani on Spotify and could see the main dancer's listening activity. On a random Tuesday as Yoonchae opened up her music app and saw Dani's activity she was expecting the usual RNB or Hip Hop. Instead it was a rock.

Lastly, Megan and Lara. The ginger was already one of the most oblivious people ever, however, she was also the most suspicious. Teamed up with the equally suspicious and judgmental Lara, the two were a duo to not be tested with. Being chronically online had its perks. The duo was able to keep up with the latest trends, have fun with Eyekons, and be the first to comment on her fellow member's posts. Thus, it wasn't surprising when they were able to decipher little messages through their friends' posts. However, when Dani posted a pic of her out, at some pier, the cameraperson's identity a secret with the song "Kiss if Off Me" by Cigarettes after Sex, they couldn't help but face an enigma of what the meaning was.

It was all completely and utterly suspicious.

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"The girls are suspicious", Daniela admitted as her and Y/N sat opposite of one another in a booth. The two had found some small cozy restaurant for a date night, away from prying eyes. The guitarist looked up from their shared milkshake, staring into her favorite girl's hazel eyes.

"Mhphm?"

The Latina rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips as she watching Y/N swallow her drink. "The girls. When we were in the car yesterday, Lara put on Cigarettes after Sex. She doesn't even like rock. Yoonchae posted a pic with the same song. And last night, Manon slept in the bed with me and told me to read her my book. They're catching on to our lie."

"You slept with Manon?"

"Oh, shut up", the Latina threw her napkin at Y/N who softly chuckles. She grounds her expression after seeing Dani's serious and worried face. "I'm tired of lying to them."

Her girlfriend sighs, leaning over and intertwining their Hans together. " We have to, Dani. You know how the ru-"

"The rules. Yes, I'm well aware, Y/N" Dani responds, her tone curt. She sighs, realizing how she sounded as she brings her hands to her temple. "I'm sorry... I'm just- I really like you. I'm want to see you more often."

Y/N nods. "Trust, I feel the same. I mean, Lara and Manon have done stuff with others, so what's the difference between us?" The guitarist know how stupid it is. The look her girlfriend gives solidifies it.

The guitarist was someone that the girls probably would never approve of. With a cocky attitude, Y/N donned a wardrobe dominated by sleek black leather and vintage band tees, effortlessly merging edgy style with a hint of allure by showing off her body, tats and piercings. Her bold flirtatiousness left a trail of captivated admirers, but the Heartbreakers, the band she fronted, had a questionable reputation. Despite being less than a year old, they had already made waves with catchy rock songs. Bangchan was notorious in the press for his late-night escapades with random women, while Taesan faced backlash for lyrics that seemed to promote reckless lifestyles. Yuta had even clashed with an interviewer over a rude question, further adding to their controversial image.

Sophia was at the forefront of chastising their fellow Geffen group. The other girls didn’t seem to care as much, but if they ever discovered the truth, they would undoubtedly side with Sophia without hesitation.

Y/N gave Dani's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Forget about them, hon. Come on, let's make the moment special," the rockstar grazes her calloused thumb over Dani's delicate knuckles. Dani softens, returing the squeeze. The topic of the girls is a gnawing presence for both of them, but they continue with their date.

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"Okay, yeah, drop me off here," Daniela says, pointing to a curb. Dani wanted to make sure that the Kats didn't see Y/N, so after every date, she would have her girlfriend drop her off a block away. The neighborhood the girls lived in was safe enough to walk in at night, but Y/N was still a bit scared for her girlfriend. She would loiter around in her car until she saw her girlfriend safely enter her house.

Dani makes her way to the driver's side, Y/N already smiling. The two lean in to exchange a sweet kiss.

"Love you," Dani murmurs against the guitarist's lips.

"Love you too," Y/N replies, her heart fluttering. She watches as Dani steps out of the car, her silhouette illuminated by the streetlights.

"Text me when you get inside, okay?" Y/N calls out, her voice laced with concern.

"Promise," Dani replies, giving a reassuring wave before heading toward her house. Y/N waits, her eyes fixed on Dani until she reaches the front door. She watches as Dani fumbles with her keys, a small smile creeping onto her face.

Finally, Dani opens the door and turns back to wave one last time. Y/N waves back, feeling a mix of relief and affection. Once Dani disappears inside, Y/N takes a deep breath, her heart still racing from the evening's excitement.

Once she gets a text, Y/N takes a u-turn on the street and starts driving towards her own group's house. Dialing Yuta's number, Y/N multitasks her hands. One on the wheel the other holding her phone.

"Hello?" Yuta's groggy voice comes through the speaker of Y/N's phone.

"Hey, bro, I'm heading home."

"How was the date?" Y/N can't help but smile. Dani was a soft spot for the normally nonchalant and cocky girl. The night was fun (minus the Katseye part). As Y/N turns a corner, she moves her phone onto the passenger side seat, occasionally looking over and then back to the road.

"Fine. We talked, we ate. Thanks for the restaurant rec... God, she's so fucking beautiful—" Y/N's simping gets interrupted when she notices the soft material under her phone. Dani's jacket. The dancer had left it in her car, and Y/N knew it was her girlfriend's favorite one. It was a Playboi Carti jacket that Manon had gotten her. "... Uh, hey, Yu? Dani forgot her jacket in my car. I'm gonna drive back and give it to her, 'kay?"

"Yeah, that's fine. Just text me when you're gonna leave, 'kay? Drive safely. Love you... say it back, bitch."

"Yeah, yeah, love you too."

Y/N shivers as she steps out of the car, locking it with a click. She clutches her girlfriend's jacket tightly in her hand, the cold California night air seeping into her leather jacket and prompting her to pull it closer around her body. She makes her way down the street, eventually slipping through the large fence surrounding the Katseye house. Dani had once given her a map detailing the locations of all the motion cameras and windows when she needed to sneak inside.

Y/N has always felt conflicted about doing this. Part of her felt like a secret agent in a spy movie, skillfully deceiving and evading surveillance. The other part felt like a stalker, creeping around in the shadows. As she reaches the backyard, she peeks through the bushes at one of the windows. Inside, the girls are gathered in the living room, engrossed in a TV show, their backs turned to her. Daniela is nowhere to be seen, which likely means she's upstairs.

Y/N ties the jacket around her shoulders like some posh kid playing golf, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves as she begins her ascent up the side of the house. The intricate outlines of the windows provide her with footholds, and she carefully navigates her way upward.

As she reaches the second floor, she pauses to catch her breath, glancing down to ensure she hasn’t attracted any unwanted attention. The living room below remains blissfully unaware of her presence, the girls still absorbed in their show.

Finally, she spots the window to Dani’s room, slightly ajar. With a final push, she hoists herself up and slips through the opening, half her body inside the room, the other standing on the house bricks underneath. The familiar scent of Dani’s room envelops her, a comforting mix of lavender and something uniquely her girlfriend.

“Dani?” Y/N whispers, her voice barely above a hush.

Just then, she hears a soft rustling from the bathroom. Her girlfriend wounds around the corner, her hair damp and a towel wrapped around her.

“Y/N!” Dani exclaims, her eyes lighting up in surprise.

“I brought your jacket,” Y/N replies, holding it up with a grin. “Thought you might want it back.”

Dani’s expression shifts from surprise to delight as she crosses the room in a few quick strides, wrapping her arms around Y/N. “You’re the best,” she murmurs, burying her face in Y/N’s shoulder.

Y/N chuckles, feeling the warmth of Dani’s embrace. “I couldn’t just leave it behind. Plus, I missed yo-"

A ding comes from Dani's phone. The notification sound is a special sound. The sound of the house camera app. Both of them pull away, their eyes wide. Downstairs there's a ruckus.

Dani's eyes dart to her phone, her face pale. "Oh no, oh no, oh no," she whispers, her voice trembling. Y/N's heart sinks as she realizes what's happening. The camera app notification means someone has triggered the motion sensors downstairs.

The sound of footsteps and muffled voices drifts up from the living room, growing louder by the second. Dani's eyes lock onto Y/N's, a mix of fear and panic written across her face.

"We have to get you out of here, now," Dani whispers urgently, grabbing Y/N's arm and pulling her toward the window.

Y/N's mind racing, she quickly assesses the situation. They can't go back down the way she came, not with the girls likely to be heading straight for Dani's room. She spots the door to the hallway, but that's a risk too. The only option is to get out the window and find a new way down.

Without hesitation, Y/N turns and begins to make her way back out the window, her heart pounding in her chest. However, Y/N seems to miscalculate a step and falls with a gasp.

Y/N lands with a soft thud on the grass, the impact jarring her for a moment. Just as she regains herself, she hears the unmistakable creak of the back door swinging open. Before Y/N can even move herself off her back, she feels bright lights unmistakable to those of phone cameras and a foot pressed against her chest, pushing her down. "Stop! Don't fucking move!", The voice is of Sophia's and Y/N guesses the foot probably is too.

The rockstar raises her hands while her heart races as she stares up at Sophia, who looms over her with a fierce expression. The other girls, are gathered behind Sophia. As Yoonchae moves her camera light, Y/N's face come into view. The girls stop their actions, their faces a mix of confusion, anger, and shock

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sophia demands, her voice low and dangerous, making Y/N flinch. So, when her girlfriend said her members didn't like her, she wasn't lying. The other girls exchange glances, their eyes darting between Y/N and Dani, who stands frozen by the window, her face pale.

"I—uh—" Y/N stammers, trying to gather her thoughts. The weight of Sophia's foot on her chest feels like a physical manifestation of the pressure building in her chest. "I just came to drop off Dani's jacket," admitting the truth. Sophia narrows her eyes, clearly knowing its not the full truth.

Dani steps forward, her voice shaky but determined. "Sophia, wait! It's not what you think. Y/N was just—"

"Just what? Why were you with someone like her?" Sophia interrupts, her tone sharp. Ouch. Y/N didn't think the Filipino hated her thaaaaat much, but clearly she was proven wrong.

The Latina, still at the windowsill like Rapunzel, breaks her composure at Sophia's words. Dani's eyes flash with anger, and she leans out the window, her voice rising. "Because I like her, Sophia! Y/N makes me happy, and I thought you would understand that."

Sophia's expression hardens, her foot still pressing down on Y/N's chest. "You think I don't want you to be happy? This isn't about that. It's about the fact that you’re hiding things from us. You know how we feel about the Heartbreakers. They have a reputation, and you’re dating one of them!"

Y/N feels a mix of frustration and hurt at the accusation. "I’m not just some fling, Sophia. I care about Dani, and I would never do anything to hurt her or the group." Sophia presses harder into her chest as a warning to stop talking, making the guitarist groan.

"Just-! Take your foot off of her, Sophia! Let's talk in the living room like civilized people!" The dancer's words cause the leader to sigh, finally taking her foot off of Y/N. However, as she gets up as is led into the house, she can't help but think it'd be better if Sophia had just squashed her to death.

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"Alright, let’s hear it," Sophia says, her tone clipped. "What’s going on between you two?" The Kats were arranged on the larger sofa and across the floor, while the couple was seated across from them on a smaller loveseat.

Dani takes a deep breath, her hand finding Y/N's and squeezing it tightly. "I didn’t want to keep this from you all. I really like Y/N, and we’ve been seeing each other for a while now."

Megan raises an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "But why the secrecy? You know how we feel about the Heartbreakers. They have a reputation for being trouble."

Y/N feels a surge of frustration. "I’m not trouble. None of the guys are. I care about Dani, and I would never do anything to hurt her or the group. I came here tonight to return her jacket, not to cause drama."

Lara scoffs, crossing her arms tighter. "You expect us to believe that? You’re part of a band known for partying and reckless behavior. How do we know you’re not just using Dani?"

Dani’s grip on Y/N’s hand tightens, and she shoots Lara a glare. "That’s not fair! Y/N is not like that. She respects me and cares about me. She's not once made me feel uncomfortable, okay? I thought you all would understand."

Yoonchae, who has been quietly observing, finally speaks up. "Dani, we just want to protect you. We’ve seen how the media can twist things, and we don’t want you to get hurt."

Sophia nods, her expression serious. "Exactly. Y/N, what do you even know about Dani? How long have you been together? What do you like about her?"

Y/N swallows hard, feeling the pressure of their questions. "I know a lot about Dani. She’s passionate, talented, and has the biggest heart. We’ve been seeing each other for a few months now, and I like her for who she is, not just because she’s a dancer."

Megan leans forward, her curiosity piqued. "What do you do when you’re together? Do you go out? Do you keep it low-key?"

Y/N nods, trying to convey sincerity. "We keep it low-key most of the time. We go to small restaurants, watch movies, and just enjoy each other’s company.... We went to a restraunt tonight and the for a drive. I want to make her happy, not put her in the spotlight."

Lara narrows her eyes. "And what about your band? You know they have a reputation, right? How do we know you won’t drag Dani into that lifestyle?"

Y/N feels a mix of frustration and hurt at the accusation. "First of all, I’m not here to hurt Dani. I want to support her and be part of her life. I care about her deeply. Secondly, I'd appreciate if you all didn't think so negatively of my group. We're not a bunch of alcoholic assholes that fuck around and party." Dani squeezes Y/N's hand, half in a way to calm her down, and the other to reassure her.

he room falls silent for a moment, the tension palpable as the girls process Y/N's words. Sophia's expression remains skeptical, but there's a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes.

Megan leans back, crossing her arms as she studies Y/N. "Okay, but what about the rumors? You know how the media can twist things. There are stories about your band that make it sound like you guys are just a bunch of party animals."

Y/N takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "I get that. But those stories are exaggerated. Sure, we have fun, but we’re also serious about our music. We work hard, and we care about each other. Just like you all do here."

Lara raises an eyebrow, her skepticism still evident. "But what about the late-night escapades? The wild parties? How do we know you’re not just putting on a front?"

Dani interjects, her voice firm. "You all know me. I wouldn’t be with someone who didn’t treat me right. Y/N has never made me feel uncomfortable or pressured. She respects me and my boundaries." The girls soften. It was known that Daniela had had previous relationships, all with douchebags. If Dani was supporting Y/N in this aspect, they could accept it.

Ever the doubtful one, Lara speaks up. "But what if things change? What if the fame gets to her head? We’ve seen it happen before."

Y/N nods, understanding their concerns. "I can’t promise that everything will be perfect, but I can promise that I’ll always communicate with Dani. If things ever feel off, we’ll talk about it. We've done it before and we'll do it again like every couple does. I want to build something real with her."

Sophia studies Y/N for a long moment, before sighing softly. Her face is more accepting and has a tinge of friendliness. "Okay, but you have to understand that we’re protective of Dani. We don’t want to see her hurt."

Megan nods in agreement. "Yeah, we just want to make sure she’s safe and happy. It’s not that we don’t trust you, but we need to see that you’re genuine."

Y/N meets their gazes, nodding her head in affirmation. "I get it. I want to prove to you all that I’m not just some fling. I care about Dani deeply, and I want to be a part of her life, and yours too."

Lara uncrosses her arms, her expression softening. "Alright, but you need to understand that we’ll be watching you. If you mess with Dani, we won’t hesitate to step in."

Dani smiles at Y/N, her eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you, everyone. I’m sorry for keeping this from you. I just wanted to protect what we have."

Yoonchae, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, adds, "And if you ever need help navigating this, we’ve got your back. We’re a team, and we want to support you both." sending a smile at the pair. It seemed the couple already had their first shipper. "Just be honest with us from now on. We want to support you both, but we need to know we can trust you."

Y/N nods, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. "I promise, I won’t let you down."

The girls exchange glances and nod at one another. The conversation drifts to more comical topics. As it continues, the girls begin to relax, sharing stories and laughter. Y/N feels a sense of belonging wash over her, grateful for the chance to prove herself.

"Now that we’ve cleared the air," Manon says, breaking the silence, "how about we all watch a movie together?"

Yoonchae nods enthusiastically, her camera still in hand. "And I can document this moment! The first official hangout with Y/N!"

Lara rolls her eyes but can’t help the small smile that creeps onto her face. "Fine, but if she tries anything funny, I’m kicking her out."

Y/N chuckles, feeling a sense of belonging wash over her. "I promise, I’m just here for the popcorn and the company."

As the movie starts, Y/N glances at Dani, who smiles back at her, a warmth spreading through her chest. They cuddle and mid-way through Dani lays her head on Y/N's shoulder and Y/N without another word wraps an arms round Dani's shoulders. The two feel content, finally. Nothing to interrupt them.

"... Take your fucking hands off of her."

"SORRY, SORRY, SORR-

"SOPHIA, STOP CHOKING HER-!"

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Chat I just finished my finals and I'm preparing for my technical interview. I should be working on this, but Dani's more important help

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Bayverse Headcanon: What kind of music do they like?

Idk why I had to do this, but I just had to.

Also, one day I might make more detailed versions of these scenarios.

Warning: Long af, spelling bc I'm dyslexic.

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Leonardo:

There are a few sides to the leader in blue. The part that sits in the dojo for hours, meditating in complete silence. Probably one of the few things he had to practice on - meditating with noises all around him. And then there’s the part of him that listens to music, while doing mundane things. Whether it would be cleaning his room, taking a shower, a warm up before training or just chilling in his room or on the rooftops. Leo do enjoy music a lot, he just has clear rules for when he can hear it. No modern music in the dojo! Martial arts should be honored, and to do it in other that silence would be an insult to the arts and the old masters. But outside of the dojo, it would be possible to find Leo with a pair of headphones on every once in a while.

Leo is a rock kid. Not heavy metal - no - that is just not Leo’s kind of music. But old school rock and maybe even glam rock. It was usually music with prominent guitar or bass that he often found himself listening to. It kind of fitted the way he saw himself. Th stoic leader on the rooftop, fighting with an edgy soundtrack in his head. Edgy and cool being the way he described it in his own head. It gave him a slight tingle in his stomach, when he jumped from roof to roof with his headphones on, listening to certain rock songs. He felt like a true leader, jumping high over people’s head, listening to “Zitti E Buoni” by Måneskin. When really feeling it alone in the shower, with the same song booming from his blue bluetooth speaker, he would channel his inner Damiano David, singing along to the fast part without any mistakes. Now, Leo is not usually the one to sing along to songs. He doesn't even hum that often, but when he does, it is usually in the shower. But there was this one time Raph walked past the bathroom, while Leo was screaming his heart out to a Måneskin song. Usually Raph would find a way to make fun of his brother for such a thing, but this time Raph decided not to, mainly because it didn’t sound near as bad as Raph though Leo’s singing would do.

Another artist Leo would be singing along to in the shower is Micheal Jackson. He might even do a few dance moves, but he would NEVER IN HIS LIFE, do them outside of a locked bathroom.

One of Leo’s favorite bands had to be Blur. He really liked Damon Albarn’s voice and the guitar of Graham Coxon, and would often find himself listening to them before going to bed. At one point, Leo even tried to sneak out to see all of Blur play live. Did he get in? Yes. Did he watch them from somewhere just below the roof? Yes. Did the bassist spot Leo, blink in confusion, only to look back up to find the spot Leo had been hiding in empty, with Leo having fled the scene? Yes, and that’s why Leo doesn’t do concerts anymore. But he never told his brothers. Mikey would not be happy to know that Leo had sneaked into a concert, while having told Mikey time and time again that he wasn’t allowed to.

Leo has a thing for languages when it comes to music. He grew up in New York City with English as his first language, with Japanese from Splinter following right after as his second. He decided to learn Spanish, just in case it would get useful, and since he had an Italian first name, he also learned Italien. That would probably explain some of his love for Måneskin. But Leo just really liked languages. He doesn’t have to understand the lyrics in order to enjoy it. One prime example of that is the song “Stefania” by KALUSH and Kalush orchestra, even though it is hip hop in genre. Did Leo understand any Ukrainian? Nope. But did he have a general idea of what the song was about, and found the Ukrainian language beautiful and interesting? Yes, very much. He found the courage of Ukraine inspiring, and would often use that inspiration in his training, which is why this is one of the very few songs he will actually train to outside of warm ups.

A true bedroom song for Leo is “Demoni” by Joker Out. He wouldn’t do much while listening to that. He would just lay in bed with headphones one, eyes closed while either bobbing his head or right foot to the beat. Leo isn't much of a dancer, but more a bobber. That was usually how his brothers knew if he liked a certain song; he would bob his head slightly to the beat. That only fueled Mikey’s imagination, creating a picture in his head of Leo head banging in his room to heavy metal, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Stoic Leo didn’t head bang, but he did move at least his head or foot lightly.

Now, what does Leo’s brothers like about his music taste? Well, to be honest, most of the time they weren’t too sure what kind of music Leo liked. They did know that he was into rock, and they knew very well that at this point that he liked Måneskin and Micheal Jackson. But there was this one time while driving the garbage truck, that Leo somehow got in charge of the aux. None of the guys really knew what to expect, but “Gladiator” by Jann wasn’t it. Mikey even said something along the lines of; “emo Leo doesn’t listen to My Chemical Romance”, causing Leo to remember once again, why he normally didn’t want to be in charge of the aux, and liked keeping his music to himself.

Raphael:

Raph listens to music quite often. Probably not as often as Mikey, but still at way more than Donnie and Leo. One of the main reasons why Raph listens to so much music is - you probably guessed it - training. He would often lift his weights to the beat of the music, in a way that most humans could only dream of doing. But he would also listen to music on his own, either riding his motorcycle through the streets of New York City at night, or while knitting in his room.

A favorite song of Raphael’s to ride his motorcycle to was “Would You Ever” by Skrillex and Poo Bear. Swerving in and out of traffic, causing people to yell in anger in his direction, or causing groups of girls to giggle and point at the mysterious bad boy that just rode past them. Covered in a helmet and covered in a big leather jacket and cloves, he looks like a big hunk of a man, showing off his motorcycle. But would Raph play his music out loud while riding down the street? Normally he would not. But there was this one time he just couldn’t help himself. Stopping at a red light, Raph found himself beside an open roofed car, filled with giggling human girls. Most of them were tipsy, and Raph wouldn’t be too surprised if the girl in front of the steering wheel was too. Obviously, they had something for big guys, as they started asking about his name, how old he was, where he lived, or if they could get a ride on his motorcycle. Or if he would come ride with them. Raph didn’t say anything, he just pressed a button on his motorcycle, causing the music to disconnect from his helmet, and started playing from his motorcycle speakers. He saluted them, just as the light turned green, riding away while the girls stared at him in awe. In his opinion, it was very much worth it.

Raph has quite a few songs he liked lifting weights to. One of them being “Hello” by Will.I.Am. When Raphael is lifting weights, he will do it proud and loud, playing his music on a red speaker, much to the annoyance of Leonardo, who very much wants to meditate. When it came to boxing, Raph would often listen to Eminem, hyping himself up with the music or the angry lyrics, causing Mikey to ask him what the hell Eminem had done to him, since he would get the need to hit something whenever he heard his voice.

Raph would almost always find a reason to listen to Eminem. When Raph was angry and wanted to hit something; “Kamikaze”. Should Raph ever find himself mad at a woman; “Farewell”. Was Raph ever in a good mood and just wanted to dance and have fun; “Shake that”. But somehow, when Raph was sad, he wouldn’t listen to Emniem. If he was sad and decided to box, he would listen to The Weeknd. Mikey caught on to that pretty fast, and would do his little brother duty to bring up Raph’s mood, whenever he would hear the voice of The Weeknd from Raph's room.

Like Leo, Raph would also listen to music while showering. But it was while being alone in the bathroom, that Raph would listen to much that wasn’t often associated with big angry muscle men like him. It would often be more pop than electronic or hip hop. And god, how Raph hoped none of his brothers would hear him sing along to “i don’t wanna talk about love”, by Micheal Medrano. Raphael could just shut up and shower in silence, but nope, a man got to groove in the shower. Luckily for Raph, only Donnie had heard him once. Had Donnie laughed his ass off as soon as he got to his room afterwards? Yes, oh my god yes he had. But did he tell Mikey and Leo about it? Nope, he did not. But he did tell April and you about it though, and what a laugh you guys had over the phone.

Raph would never admit it to anyone, but he did listen to Madonna, and he did enjoy it. It started with “Future” by Madonna and Quavo, and before he knew it, he was sitting in his room enjoying both “Like A Prayer” and “Like A Virgin”, which led to him singing “Hung Up” in the shower. Madonna would lead to Dua Lipa, and before Raph even realized what was happening, half of his playlist would be pop power women. Loreen, Lady Gaga, old Miley Cyrus songs. And did he know the lyrics? Oh yes he did. And one time, his brothers would catch him listening to at least one of them.

It was one of those days where each turtle seemed to be doing their own thing, which left Raph alone with his work out equipment and his speaker. As usual it started out with Eminem, Juicy J, Kanye West and others, before suddenly “Rendez Vouz” by INNA. That caught Mikey’s attention, and once he heard and saw Raph dance and sing along from his hiding spot, he went to find Leo and Donnie. And oh, how they fought to keep from laughing when Raph started feeling himself too much, working out to “Work Bitch” by Brittney Spears. After that, the phrase “get to work bitch”, was used quite often around Raph.

Donatello:

The purple scientist is very straightforward with his taste in music. If he likes it, he listens to it. He often has music playing while doing stuff in his lab. Sometimes calming lofi music in hopes that it could get him sleepy, but that usually didn’t work very often. Instead Donnie would often find himself listening to music from the indie scene, or what some people on the internet might call vibey music. Aesthetic music. What aesthetic, you might ask? Well, Donnie had no idea, and he most differently thought that the internet had no idea either. One of these so-called vibe or aesthetic pop songs was “HEAVEN AND BACK” by Chase Atlantic. Tapping away on his computer or connecting whatever hard drive, he found that the music helped him concentrate at the task in front of him.

Though Donnie didn’t seem to notice, his brothers did. Most of the songs he listened to had some not so happy lyrics. Often quite depressive, covered over with bass, keyboard, drum kit and sometimes even a saxophone. At one point Leo had brought this concern up with Donnie, causing the purple turtle shrug.

“Music is music. I listen to what I like”, he said, making another cup of coffee, before going back to work in his lab.

Those few times Donnie finally left his lab to relax in his room, he would read a book, listen to songs like “Quite Quitting” by NOT A TOY. To Donnie, music was mainly background noise, helping him to shut out his loud brothers so he could focus. What the lyrics said didn’t bother him too much. But there is one thing Donnie notices in most of the music he listens to; a smooth bass. It didn’t have to be a loud bass, often becoming part of the background with the drums, being overshadowed by smooth special effects or the singing. Donnie really like bass, but he also like smooth keyboards. There had been times where he had thought of getting a bass or keyboard, or maybe even make them himself. Mikey had his drum set, so Donnie might as well get a few instruments of his own.

Like Leo, Donnie liked to listen to music on the rooftops every once in a while. But unlike his brother, Donnie would usually stay at the same roof, remembering the names of stars, plants and constellations on the sky above him, while listening to songs like “ALIENS” by The Griswolds and Transviolet, wearing big soft headphones. Comfort over looks was important for Donnie, and being a mutant turtle hiding from the people of New York City, he didn’t give a crap about what his headphones look like. He thought they were nice, and he likes to wear them, and that was enough for him. His brothers, on the other hand, thought they were chunky and strange, to which he could only say it was good they were his headphones and not theirs. And it was at nights like those, that Donnie thought of how, maybe his brothers were right about his taste in music. He might be a little different from them, like how the alien was described in the song he was listening to. Not that he worried too much about it. He liked his head and the brain inside it, and with that came being different. That’s just how it was.

But not all the music Donnie listens to is filled with sadness and depression. Songs such as “Strange Clouds” by ufo ufo were a good morning song according to Donnie. When he woke up after finally having had a full night's sleep, he would listen to songs like that, while making breakfast or making his coffee. But then later in the day, sitting in front of the computer screen, once again not being able to sleep, he would listen to stuff like “Numb” by 8 graves. It was the lyrics from that song that had made Leo’s alarm bells ring. Mikey on the other hand wasn’t too worried. He just called Donnie’s music taste “calm edge lord, that doesn’t need to try hard”.

Now, if there was one artist Donatello had to say was his favorite, it would probably be Mystery Skulls, especially “Stronger”. A nice bass in front and center, backed up with synth all around. But Donnie also really liked Luke Black. Way different from all the other music Donnie would listen to, yet he really liked it. He would probably never admit it to his brothers, but he did listen to the lyrics of Luke Black, and he did find it more than a little interesting.

Michelangelo:

Mikey - or as he like to call himself; DJ Mikey - listens to music all the time, every day, everywhere, rarely turning down for the sake of any of his brothers, blasting it oh so loud on his orange speaker, only putting headphones on if his brothers threatened him. Or if Master Splinter asked him to.

He sang along, danced along, sometimes even to the embarrassment of others, like the many times he would scream along to “Turn It Up” by Oliver Tree, Little Big and Tommy Cash.

Mikey likes big, loud and up beat music. Something he can move his body to and be his little happy self. It could be anything from pop to hip hop, maybe even electronic or EDM. It would usually consist of him listening to the same few songs over and over again, until he is getting slightly tired of them, while his brothers are ready to rip their heads off, or maybe dig into their skulls to rip their ears out.

With Mikey being his small ADHD self, it wouldn’t be strange for him to listen to music made by people with ADHD for people with ADHD, making a big deal out of it. One of those songs being “Irresponsible” by Emei. There was this one time he almost made Donnie deaf by blasting the song into his ears while scream: "This song is made for me!"

Much to Leo’s annoyance, Mikey didn’t follow his rule of “no music in the dojo”, since Mikey often found it easier to train with music. This man can do all of his katas perfectly, if only “Hypnodancer” by Little Big is playing in the background.

If there is one thing Mikey likes, it is listening to “Pac-man” by Gorillaz, and making eating pizza into his own version of pac man, in which his brothers are the ghosts, and he has to steal pizza from them. At this point, his older brothers know to keep a good eye on their food as soon as that song starts playing... Or if he just plays Gorillaz at all.

Another thing Mikey likes when it comes to music, is when his brothers somehow enjoy what he’s playing. It had happened before, and it would most likely happen again. Mikey sat in the middle of the lair, happily dancing where he sat while reading comics, playing “Go Bananas” by Little Big. Raph didn’t growl at him from his bench press, but instead started to lift the weights on every other beat. Donnie sat at his computer, pressing the keys of his keyboard in beat with the song, probably without noticing. And Leo was bobbing his head ever so slightly while sharpening his katanas. This had Mikey over the moon, which only caused him to want to play more music for his brothers. Every once in a while they would let him do it, just to make their little brother happy. That was the main reason why Mikey is the aux guy.

When Mikey decided to skateboard, he would most often do it with old school hip hop playing. As a turtle in the sewers of New York, that only made sense to him, which is why he often would skate up and down the sewers, vibing with “The Message” by Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five. And of course Mikey could rap the whole thing. Now, this was one of those few songs that Leo, Raph and Donnie didn’t mind Mikey playing over and over again.

But then there were those times on patrol where Mikey just would start singing out of nowhere. When he started breaking into “Sax” by Fleur East, complete with thought out dance moves in the way only Mikey could do it, Raph was ready to throw him off the roof and down to ongoing traffic.

It would be no surprise to tell you that one of Mikey’s favorite artists is Little Big, and that he also loves Gorillaz. But he would also quite often listen to the music that his brothers were playing. He very well knew that Leo loved listening to Blur, and that most of Raph’s playlist was made up of power women, and that Donnie’s secret favorite was Luke Black. And of course Mikey could sing every single word to the songs of his brothers' favorite artists, being the little attentive brother that he is. And because his music taste had room for more than theirs had.

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You can tell I’m European, can’t you?

[narukaminigga]

AYE NIGGA(S) LISTEN UP

back in days of old, rap and hip hop was seen as a foolish endeavor; a moronic art form made by black people. whites did not gaf about it. thankfully while that’s changed… tumblr one of the only social medias i use to keep in contact with the outside world. i’ve seen the dumbest, stupidest posts because tumblr is a white hell. there are basically next to no black bloggers. they’re either dead or they abandoned the site or they were banned during that whole russian bot shit and whatever remains of black tumblr is a decrepit grave that i wish i experienced—but thanks to the hostilities of the white userbase and the staff’s oppressive nature towards blacks first and foremost, most of us are gone. i have been on this site for approximately a year or two and i have only accrued a few black people on this site. every other thing i see is traditionally antiblackness laced in progressive language, clear unbridled ignorance of black phrases, substitutions of “nigga” for the euphemism ���f slur” and especially because of kendrick lamar’s beef with drake extending across the entire internet and worldwide; tumblr the “hating” website gets ahold of it. for the first time, people experience the lyricisms of kendrick and the banality of drake on full display…

and then instead, tumblr users (predominantly white) complain about the innate violence of rap, comparing fucking kendrick to LEMON DEMON (nigga who listens to LEMON DEMON????), saying some stupid shit about how rap boring as fuck, etc. etc., and it’s exhausting its so exhausting because so many people on this site refuse to acknowledge rap as a real music form and instead gas up their metal bands basically ran by neo nazi whiteboys and still are terrified of blackness. and even when they dip their toes into the art, they back away. i know everyone rn is flaming each other over this but this website is notorious for it’s systemic bigotry against blacks. we are not property and vehicles for ideological rhetoric. we are not hapless. we aren’t slaves. we are people. listen to our music nigga. you don’t like it? move on. don’t say nothing. don’t go on posts like some people have been doing and going: “oooohhhh rap lame as fuck!”. learn culture bro. and i dont want nobody to feel any white guilt but so many of you on tumblr are just so fucking bigoted for no reason towards black people (even those hardcore marxists on here). i just dont wanna see another post about a white person tweaking out over rap. go listen to black artists and support black people. support black men. support black women. support black transmascs and black transfems. support black intersex people. support all black queers. support ALL black people.

[luthanraels-bignaturals]

i love you rap. i love you motown. i love you new wave. i love you folk music. i love you country music. i love you classical music. i love you funk. i love you disco. i love you hip-hop. i love you rnb. i love you salsa. i love you classic rock. i love you new metal. i love you swing. i love you jazz. i love you blues. i love you prog rock. i love you psychedelic rock. i love you samba. i love you reggaton. i love you pop. i love you grunge. i love you punk. i love you ska. i love you two tone. i love you indie rock. i love you emo. i love you pop-punk. i love you goth. i love you post punk. i love you alt-rock. i love you glam rock. i love you rock-n-roll. i love you metals. i love you two-tone. i love you reggae. i love you hair metal. i love you taliwood musical sountracks. i love you mongolian throat singing. i love you mariachi music. i love you music from ancient civilizations. i love you genres that fuse two of them together. i love you genres that fuse a lot of them together. i love you music that doesn’t fit in any genre. i love you expirimental music. i love you long songs. i love you lyrics. i love you underground music. i love you mainstream music. i love you artsy music production. i love you music in a language I can’t understand. I love you old music. I love you new music. I love you beat and rhythm. i love you melody. i love you albums. i love you album cover art. i love you weird voices. i love you singers with really deep voices. i love you singers with really nasally voices. i love you singers with a really strong accent. i love you singers who can not be mistaken for another person because they’re voice is so distinct. i love you sounds. music is literally the most beautiful thing in the world i genuinely one the lottery being born at a time there’s so much music from everywhere and i have cried tears of joy because of music and music is people story telling and artists at their craft and people trying so hard to make others feel how they feel and when you listen to music that is sad in the same way you are sad and it feels like solidarity with someone you’ve never met and it feels like comfort. and music thats sounds so happy it feels like warm sunshine and your heart feels like a hot air balloon trying to rise out of your chest. and when rachmaninoffs piano concerto gets to the part where it swells and i’m deiving over a mountain pass and the world is so beautiful i can’t stand it and people are kind and loving. peace love happiness bliss hot take but i think music is good

[cutieeeszn]

Hobby’s to pick up:

Okay, if I’m being honest. I am very inconsistent with my hobbies. I end up dropping them all. But having hobbies and activities really help you in multiple ways. Finding new friends, learning new things, disengaging from electronics. (I see y’all) so here are a few hobbies to look into. Some of them ive tried/been trying to get into. And these are the ones I’m most consistent with. :)))

Crochet

Crochet or knitting is so calming. And really not that expensive. It’s simple to learn. And you can do it over playing some music. Let me know if there’s any crochet tutorial accounts you’d love to know!

Drawing

- ah. This one is simple. Many tutorials available. I’d say, begin with finding out your art style. Experiment. Go crazy. You can trace some drawings first, as practice. Slowly move on to actually drawing. And remember, be creative. Finding your own art style is so important and influences how good your drawing may come out.

Learning a new language

This one is fun. Duolingo…my best friend right now. I’m doing French. It’s a beautiful language, and after a while of learning French. (3 weeks) when I’m listening to songs I can understand some parts. I also find it so entertaining comparing them to English words and how they link. 21 days forms a habit. So, doing duolingo. Kind of an habit now.

Embroidery

Again, calming. It’s beautiful to see how the images end up. And it’s more fun when you draw your own images. Really cheap I believe, varying from where you’re from. But making pillows, frames and little pieces is so lovely with embroidery.

Writing/ Poetry

This one is good and interesting as a hobby, personality trait. And for your mind. Training your brain to express its thoughts in different words, sequences and hidden under other meanings. Is so beautiful.

Digital scrapbooking

My instagram is filled with these. Actually, I only have one post. But it’s a digital scrapbook. Using CANVA and 17v28 to make these scrapbooks are so fun. Not messy, and so easy.

Dancing

Not only does it look snazzy. Dancing has so many health benefits. Hip Hop to ballet to jazz. Now I think about it, I miss being a dancer.

Reading

Be a book warm, have no shame about it. Really. Let me know if you want some book recommendations. Books take you into another world, let you view things. It’s trust beautiful when you find the right kinda book.

Creating a tumblr blog

I just started this. It’s fun though. That’s all I can say.

Fashion Designing

I sewed a shift dress. Well, kind of. It’s so fun making clothes. Although, fashion design was a school subject. It’s very fun to do. You can remake clothes at home. Turn an old skirt into a shirt. Go crazy. (Btw, when you take classes you start noticing fashion design features in your clothes. I noticed seam allowances, overlocking.)

Learning to play an instrument

I’m guilty of picking and dropping instruments. Currently, it’s guitar for me. I was really good at clarinet, and eh and piano. But now, I’m going back to guitar. Learning and instrument has many benefits. Study wise, talent wise, im pretty sure mentally too!

Normal Scrap Booking

Same thing as digitally. Just pulls you away from the screen ;)

Photography.

Capture those moments. Cherish them. Post them. Print them. Annotate them. Write about them. Just capture them.

Sincerely,

bliss5tar.

[helloiamadrawer]

Class 1A Boys + music they listen to (PART 2)

There's always that ONE person who is like a parent when it comes to his whole class and music making sure it's "school appropriate" and that would be no other than the class rep, Iida.

Has a playlist for literally his life routine lol (study, relaxing, outings, running in the rain in his retro raincoat 😂,etc.). I feel like he would listen to like 90's music, classic rock (his fav artist is Foo Fighters for sure) he doesn't mind playing his stuff every now and then but he's busy most of the time preparing for class. nerd lol.

May sound shocking but he likes SOME rap but it's all old school rap/hip-hop like Biggie, Ice T, Usher, MC Hammer but he only listens to it outside of U.A though because he doesn't want "taint his image of class rep". He tried trying new school rap and..let's say he'll just stay where he is (he almost got hurt BUT that's for another story!)

The only classmate that is so chill with almost every genre of music is Sero. Even songs in different languages and more exotic genres like nudisco, jazzfunk, and french house (which are his favorites, cause it's a rarity he cherishes). He would play japanese funk while he drives down the road JUST for the ✨aesthetic✨ (future au idea). Dua Lipa, Kali Uchis, Doja Cat, Rosalia, JIAFEI just any other artist that sings in another language other than english he'll know. And he sings it so well but has no idea what a lick of it means well except for japanese.

Is not scared of talking about it to any of his classmates and actually persuading them to give it a try or if he plays it on his bluetooth speaker before class starts and then one of his classmates asks him the next day for ex: Tokoyami asks him "Hey Sero, what was that techo like song were you playing yesterday, for some reason it's in my head." and then the tape boi will go through his recently played songs from yesterday (he's a yt music kinda guy tbh). Then basically almost everybody is interested in what he has in store next

In other words he's the one who always brings his speaker to class but is respectful and plays it before class even starts, he's an early bird.

Denki, is the twin of Sero cool with any kind of music but leans more into the weebcore/rap category. He most likely will play weeb music in his dorm room, the usual anime openings and ending theme songs with a dorky smile on his face humming along while reading manga.

Is the aux cord GOD, will never disappoint the Bakusquad with any music he plays in the car he'll play some Marshmello and everyone would get littt🔥🔥🔥 or some nostalgic jpop to sing awfully off tune to to piss off Bakugo ofc.

Fun Fact: The whole Bakusquad got kicked out of his car at least five times singing terribly lmaooooo

(!!I'M WRITING THIS HEADCANON BEFORE THE TRAITOR ERA HE HAD!!)⬇️

💅Voguing king✨ that's the title Yuga Aoyama gives himself when his headphones are filled with the sounds of VOGUE EDITS IM SORRY HE SERVES CUNT ISTG GO LOOK AT HIS HERO COSTUME UGHHHH 😫 he even putson fashion shows with the Class A Girls 🥺🥺 *imagines him voguing to this 1 hour playlist of just phonk/runway music cause I can*

He is also very bold at expressing his love for future funk obsession, his peers don't mind it at all..well, ONE person *cough cough bakugo*. ⬇️

Totally applies his makeup (generally eyeliner cause he has the ✨prettiest✨ eyes, fight me 🤪)to either one of those two categories imo (he gives me when i suddenly want to try runway eyeliner makeup😭 -cries in non fem queen-)

BEST FOR LAST MOTHAFUCKIN' BAKUGO AND KIRISHIMA aka BakuKiri or KiriBaku (shoutout to the shippers for that pair✌️) 💥🤟

Heavy Metal/Death Metal for Bakugo

NEFFEX, Rock and workout tunes for Kirishima

Five Finger Death Punchis literally Boom Boom Boi's fav and Kiri is in the car just vibing and just not minding it at all knowing it's his way of relieving stress from work plus it's manly sounding anyway to him as well so whatever makes him happy ❤️

Psst..come here..*whispers in your ear* Bakugo gets with Tokoyami for secret thrashing sessions sometimes 🤫

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT THEY DON'T! THE DARK OVERLORD AND THE ANGRY POMERANIAN THRASHING TOGETHER LMAOO AND THEN KIRI JOINS IN LATER AND THEN THE WHOLE BAKUSQUAD LMAOAOAO

Now Kiri goes to the gym pumping iron to some Neffex is a must for him that's his whole workout niche but anywhere his workout playlist goes who knows?

Has a whole thrash playlist as well go figs

Disco on the treadmill? yes please

Dubstep while throwing around that heavy ass rope? yessir yessir

At the end of the day he's chillin' to some chillstep while laying on his bed after a shower, resting to recharge for the next day

MIneta...yeahhhh dont give him the aux cord..just don't trust him

Imma just say one word that he would blare on someone speaker

Cupcakke

That is all..so hide yo aux cords or don't bring it at all and just stick to the radio

[delivermytuneo6]

Celebrating Milestones in Music: Billboard’s Impact on the Industry

The Billboard Global 200 chart has long been considered a vital metric of success for artists seeking global recognition. It tracks the performance of songs and albums across multiple countries, offering a snapshot of which tracks are making the most significant impact worldwide. As we look at the current trends, it’s clear that music no longer adheres to the old boundaries—artists from all over the world are now able to break into new markets and influence a diverse range of listeners.

Sidhu Moose Wala, a name that resonates within the Punjabi music scene, has managed to capture attention far beyond his roots. His rise on the Billboard Sidhu Moose Wala chart is a testament to the globalization of music. His unique blend of Punjabi lyrics with modern sounds has enabled him to transcend cultural barriers, appealing to listeners not just in India, but around the world. With hits that express raw emotion and an unfiltered portrayal of his life and culture, Moose Wala has become a sensation that millions now look to for musical inspiration.

His success isn’t isolated—artists from various genres and backgrounds have found their place on the Billboard Global 200, making it one of the most important indicators of an artist’s global influence. The chart tracks songs that are making waves internationally, with artists frequently topping it from both Western and Eastern countries. This inclusivity reflects a shift in the global music landscape, where genres and artists from every corner of the world are now in the spotlight.

The recognition of diverse musical styles on platforms like the Billboard Global 200 is exemplified by the phenomenal success of K-pop. Groups like Twice have become global icons, with their achievements culminating in milestones like the Twice Billboard Music Awards. Twice’s dominance in the K-pop scene, particularly in the Western music industry, represents a major victory for the genre. Their triumphs at the Billboard Music Awards are just one example of how international artists can now reach massive global audiences and dominate mainstream charts.

Billboard, as a key institution in the global music scene, has also played a pivotal role in showcasing these artists to the world. The impact of these awards and recognitions extends far beyond the music itself—Twice’s Billboard Music Awards victories serve as an example of how global music culture is continually evolving and diversifying. By breaking into global markets, K-pop acts like Twice are setting the stage for even more international acts to make their mark, proving that cultural exchange through music is not only possible but also thriving.

Another example of a global musical tradition that endures across cultures is the Happy Birthday Song, a simple yet meaningful piece that unites people worldwide in celebration. Whether in a quiet family gathering or a grand celebration, this song remains timeless and universally recognized. Music, in all its forms, binds us together, and the Happy Birthday Song represents this spirit of unity and joy. Despite the ever-changing music industry, the tradition of celebrating birthdays with this familiar tune remains constant, underscoring the unifying power of music in our everyday lives.

As artists continue to rise on global platforms like the Billboard Global 200, the variety of most popular songs continues to expand, reflecting the eclectic tastes of audiences across the globe. The top songs today blend genres, languages, and styles, which only goes to show that music is an art form that knows no borders. From reggae to hip hop, and from pop to traditional sounds, there is no longer a limit to what an artist can achieve when they are given the opportunity to shine on a global stage.

These changes have reshaped not only how music is consumed but also how it is celebrated. The power of platforms like Billboard has provided recognition to artists who may have once been marginalized, giving them the spotlight they deserve. Whether it’s through international accolades or the growing appreciation for diverse musical expressions, the global music industry is a vibrant tapestry of sounds, stories, and experiences. As more artists from diverse backgrounds and cultures make their way to global charts, we can expect to see more milestones and celebrations of creativity.

In conclusion, the Billboard Sidhu Moose Wala chart and its sister charts, like the Billboard Global 200, serve as powerful tools for artists to break into global markets. These achievements reflect how music has evolved into a global, inclusive force that celebrates diversity. Whether you're enjoying a timeless Happy Birthday Song or discovering the most popular songs of the year, it's clear that music will continue to bring people together in ways that defy expectations and transcend borders.

[englisharoundme]

Me, my life & English

Hey, guys! My name’s Felipe Meneses. I'm 31 years old. I was born in Rio de Janeiro and live in the West Zone of the city. I graduated as a technologist in the Military’s Sciences in 2015, at the Escola de Sargentos das Armas (ESA), in Três Corações - MG. I've been studying at CLAC since August this year.

Currently, I’m a musician/businessman and I act in Hip Hop culture, where I play several roles. Because of my work with music, I come into daily contact with English, whether listening to foreign music or even in the digital audio workstation that I use in my studio. Sometimes, I also like to watch movies and series with their original audios, so English is very present in my daily life.

I believe that English does not have a negative impact on my identity, because I can only see advantages in doing this immersion in another language. This has been very profitable for me, both in my personal and professional life, because I make connections and network with foreign artists, always using English as a lingua franca.

It is becoming increasingly easier to deal with this and add this knowledge and skills to my life, so I am very grateful to CLAC, my dear teacher Carol and my classmates for evolving on this experience.

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Kydoimos (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The Roar, The God Fury by the people of Olympius

Father by Dyssebeia & Koros

Hammer by his friends

Age- 57 (immortal)

Location- Sparta, Olympius

Personality- He's brilliant, hawkish, & generally antagonistic with a fine trigger temper. With honest clarity and self reflection, he's been trying to find peace within himself so that he doesn't always have to rely on anger & rage to express himself or solve his problems. He's currently single.

Kydoimos is the father to Dyssebeia (goddess of ungodliness & impiety) and Koros (god of surfeit & disdain). He used to be married to their mother Amphillogia (goddess of arguments, disputes, & altercations). They've been divorced for almost a century.

He has the standard abilities of a god except shapeshifting. As the god of uproar & battlefield confusion his other powers/abilities include sound manipulation, amplifying/decreasing the battle-din, being able to generate his sonic war cry (which can be heard from hundreds of miles away), inducing temporary deafness in others, being able to manipulate the feelings of rage & confusion in others, as well as creating an illusion of battle. When experiencing intense feelings of rage and anger, he grows to a hulking mass with reddish bronze skin measuring 10 ft tall- weighing nearly 2,000 lbs! In this state, he has the abilities of shockwave generation & thermokinesis.

Kydoimos primarily lives in the state of Sparta in a brick mansion. All the doors are made from Celestial Bronze. His place has an industrial interior design with metal framed windows, concrete & metal walls and ceilings, rough dark wood flooring, leather & wood furniture with steel, dark metal, and glass furniture pieces. He also owns a vacation home in the state of Troy.

He has an animal companion- a dragon named Vendathros who's known as "The Bronze Frenzy." He's a muscular hulking beast (the sixth largest dragon) with bronze-gold horns, claws, & crests, bronze and gold scales, & tan wings. The energies of dragon and rider are intertwined. Vendathros is Kydoimos' primary mode of transportation, especially when he travels out of state.

A notable physical feature is his short dark auburn hair. Another notable feature of Kydoimos unseen by the naked eye is his poor hearing. Hephaestus (god of the forge) designed & made a pair of specialized high tech hearing aids that he generally wears.

He can play the drums, trombone, and electric guitar.

When Kydoimos isn't working out in the morning, he's more often than not to keep in shape by taking flight on his dragon.

He enjoys listening to death metal, rap, hip-hop, rock, & heavy metal music- putting the volume all the way up.

He's fluent in Latin as well as GSL (Greek Sign Language).

Kydoimos LOVES eating a scorching hot bowl of black broth (a Spartan delicacy made with vinegar, oil, pork, and pig's blood) for breakfast. He also enjoys scrambled eggs (added with tomatoes & tons of red peppers), crispy sausage links, and slices of burnt toast. He also likes the Earthly Harvest raisin crunch cereal as well as the Spartan Crunch cereal.

He fought in the Olympian Army led by Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning) during the Titanomachy. At first, Kydoimos wasn't sure that the scrawny newly discovered heir of Kronos (Titan god of the harvest, time, & fate) had any fight in him or battle prowess, but he grew pleasantly surprised at how the blond usurper had the fighting courage of a thousand ferocious griffins!

In storage, Kydoimos still has intricately designed & crafted Celestial Bronze armor and sword.

It's notoriously known in the pantheon of his love of beer, which is why one of his nicknames is "The God of Ale." In one sitting, he once drank 100 bottles. He also likes jack & cokes, whiskey sours, black & tans, moscow mules, cola, old fashioned cocktails, dirty martinis, black velvets, manhattans, red wine, bourbon lemonade, and boilermakers. The usual from The Roasted Bean is an olympian sized dark roast coffee- no cream, no sugar.

Kydoimos has many regrets regarding his marriage to his ex-wife, but he doesn't regret marrying Amphillogia. He does regret how emotionally immature and quick to anger he was- how often his words were laced with venom & how he always allowed his anger to choose for him. Even though there were more than enough times where Amphillogia put hands on him, Kydoimos knew he didn't have to follow suit. He knew things went too far when his son (a baby at the time) was almost gravely injured during a usual fight. Kydoimos hasn't seen or spoken to his ex-wife since their divorce was finalized.

He thought about reaching out after hearing news about her beloved dragon's death, but at the last minute, decided not to.

His guilty pleasure is the inferno burger (with extra sriracha mayo, ghost peppers, & roasted jalapeños) along with olympian sized onion rings from Olympic Chef, washing them down with an olympian sized cola with extra ice. He'll sometimes order three burgers!

Being a father is the one aspect of Kydoimos' life that he feels he didn't fuck up. Dyssebeia and Koros are each a half of his heart through all the high octane dysfunction. A favorite pasttime for the three of them is when they ride their dragons together! At times, he's definitely closer to his daughter, considering Kydoimos was a reassuring figure in the beginning of her godly career as she was coming to terms with her energy absorption ability. He also put money into his son's music career & has been to several concerts of his punk rock band Dissonance Machine.

One time while Kydoimos was visiting Koros in the city during national free french fry day, they went to all the Olympic Chef locations, filling an empty 55 gallon oil drum to the top with cajun fries. They enjoyed the fries amongst themselves while drinking a few beers sitting underneath the New Olympus sign.

His favorite frozen treat is red velvet ice cream.

Kydoimos' primary source of income comes from his demolition business. His small demolition company perform controlled destruction of structures, from single rooms to entire buildings. The company also specilaizes in partial demolitions, deconstuction, excavation, & site preparation. He also works in the army as a military scientist- with a specific interest in gamma radiation.

His favorite basketball team is the Sparta Spears while his favorite wrestler (also a native Spartan) is a laistrygonian giant named Bonecrusher.

In the pantheon Kydoimos is friends with Hecaterus (Titan god of manual labor), the hecatoncheires (Cottus, Briareus, & Gyges), Pseudologos (god of lies), Hysminai (goddess of fighting & combat), Iapetus (Titan god of mortality, pain, & death), the blacksmithing cyclopes (Arges, Brontes, & Steropes), Menoetius (Titan god of rage, violence, & rash actions), Astrape (goddess of lightning), Pallas (Titan god of battle & warcraft), Bronte (goddess of thunder), Homadus (god of the battle-din), Perses (Titan god of destruction), and Polemos (god of the war cry).

His snore can also be heard from several miles away.

Ever since his divorce, he's been keeping things casual when it comes to his interactions with female beings. Kydoimos made the decision to step back into the dating world when Dyssebeia helped him make a dating profile. He dated Amechania (goddess of helplessness & want) for a year before she broke up with him.

Now, Kydoimos has his sights set on Lyrikós (Titaness of voice & song). Of course he finds her beauty appealing, but he's also drawn to her by her alluring singing voice, especially when he saw her perform at The Golden Laurel Awards with her daughter Aoide (goddess of voice & song).

Only he knows the true deepening feelings his son shares for Felis (Titaness of cats).

He's tried to help Homadus several times with his financial problems, but Kydoimos has been rejected at every turn. He anonymously helped out by asking a customer to leave a 400 drachma tip at The Crushed Skull where Homadus works as a part-time bartender.

He and Iapetus have been going on more hunting trips since the punishment of Prometheus (Titan god of forethought). Kydoimos has also been a listening ear when it comes to Iapetus' marriage with Clymene (Titaness of fame & renown).

His all time favorite dessert is the red velvet cake from Hollyhock's Bakery.

His all time favorite meal is savory kokkinisto with herbed garlic roasted potatoes.

In his free time Kydoimos enjoys tai chi, mountain climbing, biking, poker, basketball, playing pool, football (soccer), going to the gun range, field hockey, chess, going to monster truck rallies, boxing, axe throwing, cooking, hiking, and archery.

"The battlefield is a scene of constant chaos. The winner will be the one who controls that chaos, both his own and the enemies."

[stari-hun]

Ricky Montgomery is great his new album Rick is a combo of his new music style and his most popular album Montgomery Ricky which is super good

Isaac Turner’s got a really upbeat digital vibe to him that’s great, his songs are fun like Nelwards. Kinda like adjacent to Will Wood with the fun alternative sounds but way more into the music just for the joy of making music. Earth is a good starter song to listen to.

Nelward is also in that same branch where if you like fun kind of weirdcore vibes to songs you’ll like em. If you like songs from like WxS or fun songs like Shrimp Miku. Never wanna Fall in Love with you is a good starting song

If you like rap or gritty music like Odetari, Removeface is good.

One of my fav rappers is flo milli she’s good. If you prefer more Rnb you’d like FLO they’re a girl group who has like destiny child vibes. Their newest song Check is really good

Chlöe also has like Flo Milli and FLO vibes so if you like them you’d like her too

Back to a more peppy silly vibe is Spellcasting. They do just so much fun music and if you like vocaloid ppl constantly say they’re like a vocaloid producer.

For more calm stuff there’s artists like Raveena, Vansire, and Charlie Curtis-Beard. Vansire is SOOO good I personally love their stuff. Charlie does a ton of like smooth rnb I’d also recommend Rain in Pasadena

If you like dark like romance songs there’s also Obsessed by Luna Day which is really good. They used to be popular a while ago with animatic memes but Pomplamoose is a good one. Ignore that their recent album is in French and they’re planning another one in French soon, their old music is in English lololol

On the like older genre Autoheart and Ludo are great. Oh my gosh stalkers tango by autoheart and the entire You’re Awful I love you album by Ludo has my head forever.

Back to R&B there’s also like Lemon Baby by Maasho. Two dimensions by EASHA.

Jhariah is kinda like a mix of the ascending vibes you get from Charlie Curtis beard mixed with like etherealness but also the weirdcore vibe of nelward if that makes sense? A lot of their stuff is like supervillain animatic stuff but to like done by an artist who must’ve sold their soul to be producing such amazing work.

No Guidnce is like a male group of singers in the same way FLO is. They’re so good and literally so talented it’s crazy

Ilya is kinda like Chlöe. Her background music is great and she has such a nice voice. I like her songs Juice and her other song Tears.

The Happy Fits is an amazing band just as a whole they have like a fun beachy vibe

Funky name but Hong Kong Boyfriend is a great R&B artist that I really enjoy

Holy Hell by Ginger Root has like that love song R&B vibe but to the vibe of like those old wedding photos of couples just doing normal every day stuff? Like the older style sound is so good they’re like if you heard The Happy Fits but on a radio.

A similar artist is like Hojean. INSANE music talent and Let Me is so nice on the ears. It has like beach club vibes.

Citizen Queen is also a good girl group. I like their song XO and Special. They have a nice upbeat hip hop vibe that’s really fun

Ribbit by Swimgood is a super fun song about being a frog in love with a human.

For a more haunting genre Miracle Musical is always a good starting place. Blood and Bones by the Blake Robinson synthetic orchestra is a great listen too. Teddy Hyde also has a lot of like horror theme songs that are really good, I personally like Terry’s Taxidermy for the theatrics of it.

If you like Vocaloid idk if you have Sodikken but they’re really good

I think the peaks of like the haunting genre rn are Steampianist, the band Mili who puts out a lot of songs with a mixture of languages but mostly English, and like Babuchan (not English but still a really good listen).

Thing by Steampianist is a good opener to listen to if you wanna try them out. Tiny Fiends is also an amazing listen

Yaelorke also has a lot of song that I think fit r1999 really well for like the lost vibes.

Sparkbird is a really good artist to listen to if you like a disassociation kinda genre. A lot of their music just FEELS like derealization. A good starter there is Disembodied Mind or November.

Plus for a lot of vocaloid songs there’s like vtubers making similar songs in English since the fandom overlap!

does anyone have any good english bands or like artists in genral i could listen to… any recommendations… apparently according to my friend i need better music taste that isn’t jpop. my english playlist is marina and then like 3 will wood/tally hall songs and then the entirety of be more chill and then some english covers of vocaloid songs 😭😭

[bingoboingobongo]

task force 141 + christmas songs

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John "Soap" MacTavish, John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Type: Fluff, headcanons

Warnings: explicit language

A/N: the order is kinda whack i wrote these as i thought of them. also i have two tests tmmrw halp

ghost:

yes ghost's favorite christmas song is last christmas by wham! it's been confirmed

i mean can you blame him?

to ghost, it's everything he loves about music mixed with a christmas song he can relate to (sort of)

he likes the sort of mellow but still peppy nature of the song (especially compared to artists like mariah carey who he thinks is too peppy and michael buble who he thinks is too mellow)

it's the sorta song you can absent-mindedly sing to while you're working which he enjoys

plus the drums and the cymbals (?) really get him in the festive mood

whenever he listens to it he'll tap his foot/nod to the rhythm or lipsync under the mask (another benefit of keeping his face covered)

ofc your chances of seeing him do this in front of the team are slim to none

but when he's alone (either with you or just in his room or smthing) he'll pull out a little shimmy when the song starts getting good

he also likes the sort of sad undertone to the lyrics

he feels like it adds depth and makes it relatable

kyle "gaz" garrick:

alright hear me out on this one because i actually really love this hc

so first, i can totally see gaz being a fan of tyler, the creator when he was younger, but then being less invested as he grew up

but he went to see the grinch (2018) in theaters on christmas day with his family and that was when he first heard the song

off topic but i also hc that gaz has a younger sister and brother

and they're like considerably younger, like they're children

idk what his canon family situation is like but idc bc this is what's canon now bc i said so

so yeah that's why they went to watch the movie

and i mean what's not to love about this song

he really likes the rap/hip hop twist on a classic christmas song

and let's be real the whole soundtrack slaps like gaz was definitely listening to it on repeat for the entire holiday season that year

when gaz hears this song he definitely starts grooving, clapping, singing along

i mean it's not like he has a choice the song is actually so good i love it so much

like he's just so in love with the way tyler, the creator was able to reinvent an old song and give it such a good beat and like completely change up the cadence but still make it sound good

and yes he lives for the ending scream

rodolfo "rudy" parra:

guys i mean this is just fact atp

and don't say that this isn't a christmas song because that is rudy's biggest pet peeve and he will fight you about it

because according to him it came out during the holiday season and it's a movie with amazing visuals of snow and winter and the main character literally has ice powers so therefore it's a winter movie

sometimes the rest of the team will try and come up with other movie soundtracks that would therefore qualify as christmas music according to his standards

this always pisses rudy off and he'll insist it's different

i think the best part is that rudy watched frozen 2 by himself

i mean he was a big fan of frozen he wanted to see the sequel can u blame him

in his opinion the plot was a little weaker than the first but the soundtrack gave the original a serious run for it's money

and of course before this came out his favorite christmas song was let it go (and yes he also got mad when people said it wasn't a christmas song)

he likes the panic! at the disco version over the idina menzel version because he says it makes him feel more seen

nobody really knows what he means by that

you guys just assume it's because it's a male singer

rudy will also sing this song out loud any chance he gets

he's a decent singer don't get me wrong but that song's got some high notes rudy just can't hit

he swears that one time he was able to hit every single one but he was alone when it happened

usually though he can hit a solid majority (and he always geeks out when he does)

and yes, he will insist on watching frozen and frozen 2 during the holiday season and yes he will sing during every song

john "soap" mactavish:

honestly same, soap, same

soap's a firm believer that not only is this song the best christmas song out there, it should be the face of christmas instead of mariah carey's all i want for christmas is you

people have tried pointing out that all i want for christmas is you isn't necessarily the face of christmas but he insists it is and insists that title is undeserved

he says he hates it because it's overplayed but everyone else is 99% sure there's something more

your theory is that one of his exes really liked all i want for christmas is you and then it ruined the song for him

but now onto sleigh ride

soap believes it's the epitome of everything christmas

it's festive, it's peppy, it's got great vocals

he really likes the instrumentals and it's honestly his favorite part

the snaps, the piano, the flute/whistling, the trumpets (?)

whatever it is he's in love and he thinks that it really just sells the cheeriness of christmas

he also lives for the 'ring-a-ling-a-ling-a-ding-dong-dings"

he will sing those out loud all day any day

he also tries to do mariah carey's whistle notes every time and not once has he ever gotten it

beyond that he also just sucks at singing

but honestly he just seems so happy singing that it sorta cancels out the way he's making everyone's ears bleed

he also does a little head wiggle and shimmy combo to dance to this song

and he does that little like dance and point at the parts of the song right before the beat "drops"

john price

alright so the first time he listened to this song was after christmas one year when his nephew said he wasn't cool

so he figured this song would make him cool

the efficacy of that tactic is still being debated

i mean don't get me wrong pentatonix fucking slaps

but also the acapella version of anything is not a very orthodox way of making yourself cool

needless to say his nephew was not impressed when the next christmas came around

price doesn't care though because he actually fell in love with the song after listening to it for so long

he's very much in awe of the way all their voices can come together and make it sound there's actually instruments and stuff

like he will rave about it for so long whenever the song comes on

whenever it plays he sings along but he doesn't try and beat box

that's bc one time he did that in front of gaz and laswell and gaz had to leave the room while laswell stared at him in shock

it's been his secret life mission to get insanely good at beatboxing and then show them someday ever since then

progress is not going well

also you can bet he has this song memorized to the tee

and yes he'll chastise people if they put the wrong gift to the wrong day

unlike his beatboxing, price's singing is actually pretty good so at least it gives the team something nice to listen to

alejandro vargas:

ok i feel like at first his favorite song was baby it's cold outside by idina menzel and michael buble

and then rudy pointed out the creepy undertones and it ruined the song for him

also he was distraught when he found out

and then this song took over as number one in his heart

for starters, he's just a massive fan of michael buble

also he once got front row tickets to a michael buble concert but he couldn't go last minute because he got called on a mission and he's still salty about it

he likes the way michael buble rewrote the lyrics to be more fitting for guys

also he likes the sorta relaxed almost lazy rhythm of the song

he insists it makes it sexier

nobody knows what that means or why it matters but he's very persistent about it

and god damn alejandro's singing voice is actually good fr

like it gives michael buble but if michael buble was a smoker and did country songs

but honestly the gravel in alejandro's voice works really well when he's singing

and lord knows he sings this song whenever it comes on

it's not obnoxious tho so it's nice to listen to

he doesn't really dance but he'll jokingly offer you a slow dance to this song

he considers this the classiest christmas songs and says it's only for people with real taste in music

[emwritesstuff]

housesitting | bucky barnes x reader

summary: Housesitting for Steve Rogers has many perks. The man has the comfiest bed you’ve ever slept in; his coffee machine is top tier; and he also pays for every single streaming service you could think of, because he doesn’t wanna miss anything.

You can hardly see how Bucky Barnes stumbling into his apartment at 3 am with multiple wounds is one of them. But I guess it might be?

notes: this is my attempt at a more ~comedy centered one-shot, with some making out in the middle because uh, who doesn’t like that? In other news, reader is Chaotic. Canon mcu (Infinity War/Endgame) is non-existent in this.  (word count: 3K)

warnings: language, mentions of blood, gunshot wounds, general patching up shenanigans, some making out/grinding but not quite third base

[PART 2: breaking and entering]

Housesitting for Steve Rogers has many perks. The man has the comfiest bed you’ve ever slept in; his coffee machine is top tier; and he also pays for every single streaming service you could think of, because he doesn’t wanna miss anything. An old popsicle thing, you assume.

It’s peaceful, too. The neighborhood is nice and quiet, the other tenants are either extremely polite or too scared of Captain America to make much noise. You’ve had very nice stay-cations at his place, where you were free to choose to binge The Office while eating an entire pizza in the spam of 2 episodes or taking advantage of the quiet to write your grad-school thesis.

So when a loud BANG almost makes you drop your coffee mug on the floor, your spidey senses are immediately on alert. You don’t care how many times Peter insisted that it wasn’t a thing, your arm hairs stood up and your heart started hammering on your chest all the same.

You contemplate squeezing under the bed, turning off the show that was long abandoned and hiding until whatever it is goes away, but before you can do any of that, a string of sharp cursing and soft thumps and thuds snaps you out of your fear.

Maybe it’s a burglar. You could take a clumsy burglar, easy.

Now feeling like Tony had just welcomed you into the Avengers, you hop off Steve’s bed and let your baby Yoda socked feet carry you stealthily into the living room, holding a table lamp as if it was a baseball bat.

Everything is quiet, with no signs of forced entry at the door (you remember someone on Law and Order using those words), and in the dark you don’t notice the bloody trail coming from the kitchen.

You’re imagining things, then. When was the last time you slept? You don’t even feel tired, but you know sleep deprivation always gets you all kinds of crazy.

It happens the second your arm falls to your side and your posture shows the slight of relaxation. A strong arm around your neck and a hand against your mouth to muffle the screaming.

In the quiet of Steve’s apartment building, there is only you shrieking and howling and thrashing against the hold of a stranger.

“Don’t fuckin’ move.” You still.

And then you bite into the hand that is muting you, immediately regretting it when your teeth sink into something hard. Metal? Concrete? Ouch. You resume your resistance, determined, and is shoved away.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Who the fuck are you.” His voice is gruff and dulled over the mask he is wearing, and as you’re taking this giant of a man in, you notice it.

The metal arm. The strapped leather jacket. The tortured blue eyes.

Winter Soldier.

The intruder is James “Bucky” Barnes, Steve’s best friend. That’s who the fuck it is.

“I’m Steve’s house sitter! I even have a key.” You say, with arms in front of you to signal no harm but inching closer to the table lamp with every step.

“House…sitter? Where’s Steve?”

“Who knows. Maybe a mission. He texts me, I come over.” You shrug, and put a chair back to where it was before it got knocked over.

“I don’t believe you. Where is Steve?”

“Listen, I don’t know, okay? I guess he’s just out for a few days. I don’t ask. He just lets me stay in here so I can water the plants and feed the Avengers.”

“The– the what?”

“The Avengers! The fish, see.” You point to the aquarium, where a handful of colorful fish swam peacefully in.

Peace. So much for your peace, because now what you have is a surly super soldier eyeing the fish tank like it was the most loathsome thing in the entire universe, except maybe for you.

“I hate this thing. Naming them makes it even worse.” He trudges back to the kitchen, stomping on the floor like he was on a parade.

So much for the other people’s peace, too.

“Hey! Sir. In case you haven’t noticed, it’s 3 in the fucking morning?” You sass, putting your hands on your hips when he retorts that yeah, he does know. “What are you even doing here?”

“Back from a mission.” He grumbles without looking at you, as if you’re the one who stumbled into his place in the middle of the night.

It wasn’t your place, but still.

“Don’t you have a house?” There’s a part of you that knows pushing the Winter Soldier’s buttons is asking for trouble, but your tired and confused brain decides to ignore it.

“You interrogating me? I need a motherfucking– ” He wheezes and nearly doubles over, holding on the door frame between the living room and the kitchen. You finally spot the blood, both on the tiles and seeping out of the Soldier’s jacket and pants.

He’s hurt. Shit.

“– first aid kit.”

“You need a motherfucking hospital!” You shrill, panic chilling your bones. You don’t do blood. Or any kind of wound, for that matter.

The man ignores you, opening up cabinets hastily. You huff, and walk past him to get to the actual home of the first aid kit. Steve’s oldest, closest friend and can’t even find a box with pharmaceutical supplies in his kitchen. You slam it on the counter next to him.

“You’re welcome.”

“Zip it.”

Just a look from him is enough to render you speechless, and not in the good, butterflies-in-your-stomach kind of way. You’re positive that one swat of that metal arm and you’ll be flying out of the window.

He begins by removing his mask, revealing a handsome face underneath, and you try your best to focus on how dark and menacing it looked while locked in that scowl of his. Then, he unbuckles his jacket and discards it on the floor, it coming to a stop next to your feet.

Oh man, he’s naked. Well, not really, just the incredibly toned, strong and muscular top half of him, but you stare wide-eyed as if he was.

“See somethin’ you like, doll?” He quips, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and you turn your back to him, mostly to hide your own embarrassment.

“No.” You cross your arms resolutely, because you definitely don’t think he’s attractive. He is a rude, grumpy, private-property-invader-bastard. Doll. Yuck.

You hear a rumble come out of his chest. Is he laughing? Shithead. Other noises follow, wheezes, small grunts and the tinkle of metal on the marble counter.

A particular pained grunt makes you turn, and you see Barnes with his body twisted, trying to reach a bloody hole on his back. It would be funny if he wasn’t trying to poke a gunshot.

“Do you need… help?” You ask, against your own will, only to be met with his icy gaze.

“No.”

“Come on, you can’t even reach that.”

Another glare is shot your way, and you quirk your brow up. He did need the help, you think, because aside from the muscles and the sweat making him glisten like a delicious – wait what – glazed donut, the man looked like hell.

“…fine.” He slides a pair of surgical prongs, something you identify in your head as oversized tweezers, and you instantly regret your offer. Pressing an iodine-soaked cotton ball to a wound, sure. But not this.

He turns his back to you without a word, supporting himself on the marble. You think that he’s about to make a dent on the goddamn stone if he keeps holding onto it that hard.

“Ah, fuck. Shit. Fuck. Ugh, it’s so gross. Fuck.”

It’s the most horrifying thing you’ve ever done, but you try your best to get to the bullet quickly, so very thankful that Barnes holds himself perfectly still for you. “Got it!”

He lets out a long breath when you toss the prongs and the bullet on the counter with the rest and resumes his cleanup. So, he’s not even going to say thanks. Great.

You try not to think about how you still want to make conversation while you hurriedly scrub the blood from your hands, because aside from the hostility and him jumping on you as a meet-cute, the guy peeks your interest.

Steve has said Barnes is nice, too, and you believed Steve, because he’s basically incapable of lying. Or maybe because he’s pretty. Both, for sure.

With your hands now clean, you turn to him, mouth open with some kind of conversation starter that is immediately forgotten.

Oh man, he’s naked. For real this time.

Bucky Barnes has stepped out of his pants while you were overthinking by the sink, now standing in only a pair of black boxers. It’s like he feels you staring at his butt, because he turns to you with raised eyebrows.

“Last one’s on my thigh. I got it.” He’s holding the prongs this time, and you’re glad you don’t have to do anything, because your face next to that groin might make you go into spontaneous combustion.

“Yeah.”

He hums. You hope all of this is a fever dream.

“Isn’t there a med bay at–”

“Don’t like people prodding and pokin’ at me.” His comment makes you grimace. He’s the Winter Soldier, damn it. You know the stories, everyone does. Of course he doesn’t like being prodded.

He looks at you funny, probably because you went dead quiet. You don’t want him to think you feel pity, because you don’t, but god don’t you feel bad for poking him now, even if verbally.

“I’m gonna – grab one of Steve’s – uh. Dude you need to put some clothes on. Jesus.”

He laughs at you again, which you’re thankful for because anything is better than the awkwardness of the other subject. You pick up a black pair of sweatpants that was so deep in one of Steve’s drawers that you know he’d have to have bought it and never had the guts to put it on. This one would do just fine.

If there is one thing Steve Rogers isn’t, is a black sweats guy.

“Here.” You deposit the sweats and a white tee on the counter, one of the millions that you found inside the closet. Barnes was patching himself up now, bandages wrapped everywhere on his body.

Got his ass kicked good. You shudder when you imagine the state of the other guy.

He eyes the clothes, and saying nothing, returns to his task. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

“I didn’t ask you to help me.”

“Yeah, but I did anyways! ‘Cause I’m stupid, I guess.” You almost hurl a dirty plate at him when he scoffs, muttering a yeah, guess you are. “God, why are you so grumpy?”

“Well you try being shot 5 times and see how cheerful you are after.”

“You got shot 5 times?!”

Looking at you from between his brows, the Soldier nods to the five mangled bullets sitting on the counter. You think about how you’ve made yourself a sandwich just hours earlier on the exact same spot. You want to puke.

Taking time to look around yourself, you can finally grasp the state of Steve’s ever-so-pristine kitchen, now a mess of dirty clothes, blood and your own few dishes from the night before. You don’t even think about what you’re doing as you move, gathering every single cleaning supply you can find, and start working on the cleanup.

You’re struggling, because obviously you’ve never done this before. Anyone can tell, from your soft abdomen and your severe lack of muscle, that you’re not an Avenger. Sure, you work with them, but you’re usually neck deep into advanced tech, not in the gym by any means. Also, you don’t do blood.

That means you have to think about something else, anything else, while you’re manically cleaning the floor. One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, the Winter Soldier’s tight ass, four sheep, get it together goddamnit –

“Leave it. I’ll clean.”

You huff, he huffs back, and you look up at him.

“You got shot five times. Go sit down or something before you blow your back too, grandpa.” You call him that to assure yourself that he is old, like actually super old, and thirsting over him is weird. Even weirder when he’s all bandaged and bleeding. And still shirtless. Shit.

He mumbles something that you ignore, and stomps off. You think you actually did a pretty decent job with the cleaning, considering.

You need coffee. Definitely an entire bottle of vodka too, but there was no alcohol in this god’s good home, so you settle for the brew that you made earlier. You pour a mug for Barnes too, because you’re nice like that, and amble into the living room to find him slumped on a chair.

“Coffee?” You start, settling his mug on the table next to him.

“It’s almost 5 a.m.”

“Guess I’m up early for once. Maybe I should go for a run.”

He snorts, and opens one eye to inspect you from where he is. He reaches out for the coffee, using his metal hand, and you consider the two ways this could go.

He’d shatter the mug right then and there. Or, he’d throw it at you. Your jaw goes slack at what he actually does, sirens blaring loudly in your head. Truly astonishing, the most bewildering turn of events.

He drinks from it.

“Thanks. Quit staring at me.”

“Wow, Mr. Winter knows the magic words. Mr. Barnes. Sergeant?” You’re thinking aloud, abandoning any trace of sanity you’ve been holding. You even sit on the couch next to his armchair.

“It’s Bucky,”

Again, absolutely bewildering. You must be going insane.

“– and you talk too much.” He finishes, with an end-of-story tone, and returns to his rest. At least that felt like normality.

“Bucky. Bucky.” You roll the name on your tongue, feeling a weird buzz start to take over you. It grows stronger when you notice he’s looking at you, one brow quirked as if you lost your marbles. “You know, Bucky, this is definitely not how I saw my night going. Home invasion, playing surgeon – not my usual kind of fun.”

You get up, maybe because you decide that you – and Bucky – need a blanket, or maybe because you need a distraction from his chest going up and down like it’s got a business with making you want to touch it.

You’re not a slut, but who knows? Jim Halper would get it.

“You’re that kid, aren’t you? Stark’s assistant.” Bucky’s voice, low and husky, makes you jump. You look at him, your eyebrows furrowed slightly.

It’s surprising that he knows you, considering. He’s – well, he’s basically a celebrity, if ex-assassins could be considered that. You’re only Tony’s techie, and you and Bucky have never actually met, not even in the few parties you had attended to stop your boss from nagging you that you had to actually go out and have some fun sometimes, because you’re still young and cute and you need to enjoy yourself before you get saggy and bitter.

Jokes on him, you were born bitter.

“I’m no kid.”

“Nice socks.”

You wiggle your toes and it makes the ears of one of the baby Yodas move.

“Still not a kid! If you wanna be sad and wear your sad, plain socks, Bucky, that’s entirely your choice.” You said, pointing your index at him, making circles in the air with it to really get your point across.

Bucky smirks, and you go up to him with the two blankets on your arms. He’s blocking the door with that bulky body of his, and you raise your eyebrows quizzically.

“I’ll have you know – meeting Steve’s annoying, mouthy, pretty house sitter is not how I saw my night going either.” Bucky puts a doubtful tone on house sitter, as if he still doesn’t get exactly what it means.

You blink. You’re positive you heard it wrong. Is he… is this flirting?

“You think I’m pretty?”

“I called you annoying and mouthy too.”

“Yeah, I mean I know that much about me.” You chuckle, rolling your eyes. “The pretty part is new though.”

Bucky still hasn’t moved from the doorframe, and you find yourself staring up at him. He is inches away now, pupils blown wide in the darkness, and you can see a ring of steely blue around them. He licks his lips, and you’re drawn in.

The maelstrom in his eyes sends you spinning.

“I think someone should say you’re not see through, much less–”

Bucky shuts you up by pressing his lips onto yours, a slow, exploratory kiss, the tenderest he’s been all night. His metal hand rests on your lower back, making you shiver at the cool touch.

You’re all panting and eagerness when you cup his face with both hands and press your body against his. You need to deepen this kiss. You haven’t drooled over Bucky Barnes all night to keep things lovey-dovey.

He responds in earnest, pulling you closer. The flesh hand on the back of your neck is a stark contrast against the chill of the other. You and Bucky stumble from the corridor and back to the living room, knocking over a few of Steve’s decorations in the process.

“I don’t feel as bad for this one.” You mumble against his lips, stopping to look at a particular framed picture of Captain America in uniform, surrounded by every single counterfeit Cap in Times Square.

“S’ one of his favorites.”

You nod, you’re aware. Steve thinks it’s the most hilarious thing ever.

Bucky’s breath tickles the hairs on your neck when he continues.

“I hate it.”

“Yeah.”

You capture his lips again, and you two resume your chaotic redecorating. You’re thankful for Bucky’s strong arms keeping you from falling over, because at this point you’re not sure if your legs work anymore.

He takes you with him when he drops down on the same armchair from earlier, and the dizzy spell you find yourself in is broken when you hear him groan.

Right. He’s battered up and stuff.

“Shit, Bucky, I’m sorry–”

“No.” He pulls you close again, and guides your body to straddle one of his thighs. “Stay right here, doll.”

Doll. God-fucking-damnit.

His hand moves under the elastic band of your pants, oh my god you’re making out with Bucky-Hot-Piece-Of-Ass-Barnes in your wiener dog pajama bottoms, and finds the hem of your underwear. He pulls on it, and you yelp when he lets it snap against your side.

He laughs, and you vibrate along with his chest.

You find yourself grinding on his leg, sucking on his bottom lip, raking your nails along his shoulders, doing anything, everything for more, trying to burn the taste and the feel of him on your memory. He moves on to kiss your neck and you sigh, tugging on his hair and making sure you’re holding on for dear life.

Your eyes flutter open, enough to see the fish Avengers in their tank.

The Avengers.

Steve Rogers is an Avenger. So is Bucky, technically.

You’re making out with Bucky. One of his hands is on your boob.

This is Steve’s apartment.

You manage to sober you up enough, despite Bucky’s constant attacks of open mouth kisses and bites on your neck.

“I don’t think Steve would – if we–” You lift your head begrudgingly to look at him. “You know, on his armchair.”

“Right.” He didn’t seem convinced, but his hand moved up from your butt to your waist again.

Steve Rogers was probably miles away right now and still cockblocking you.

Even worse, his furniture was cockblocking you.

Stupid star-spangled IKEA shopper.

And his hot best friend. Who’s currently smiling at you in a such a way that makes you almost abandon all comradery towards Rogers and the sanctity of his place.

You debate getting up, but resign yourself to burying your nose in the crook of Bucky’s neck and just staying there, because honestly, when are you going to have the chance to do this again. Never, that’s when.

Also, he’s surprisingly comfortable for someone with a metal arm and such a jacked-up body.

“You’re sleepy.”

“No, I’m like, super awake.”

It’s a lie, because now that the sparks have flown and the rush of blood in your ears gave way to the quietness of the early morning, you feel yourself drifting, on and off, surprising yourself when you come to once and find that Bucky is still there, warm under you.

“Sleep, doll. I need it too.”

You shift, ready to let his rhythmic breathing lull you to sleep. The last 75 sleepless hours catch up with you.

“Bucky? If you want to break into someone’s house again sometime – I have a first aid kit too. Just sayin’.”

[ghost-like-pale]

fuckin' perv

info: some gross guy thinks you're his, sapnap thinks otherwise. 》 female clothing/anatomy, they/them pronouns 》 irl + romantic 》 1.4k words

warnings: (sexual) harassment and assault, physical fighting, hurt/comfort, swearing

a/n: ty for the support on my last piece ♡ please enjoy

this blog it meant as a way of coping with trauma/mental issues, please don't report it. if you don't want to see what i write, please just block me.

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the evening sun shone an orange glow over the city. the chatter of the citizens rang through the streets past all the tall buildings, the cars and taxis making their way to their patron's destinations and the smell of your favorite restaurants wafted past the pavement. you've grown up in the city, getting used to it, yet never getting bored.

all of these memories made you think about your boyfriend; he was a real country boy - born and raised in texas and everything. it never failed to bring a smile to your face whenever he pointed out a particularly tall office or a pretty neon 'open' sign.

something he's never been very fond of is the people. specifically older men. they always had a certain look on their face as you walked by, making him swing an arm around your hip or slipping a hand in your pocket. he's always been quite protective over his lover. you didn't mind, though.

—

there wasn't much time to reminisce on your loverboy right now - you were going to see him today! your car broke the day before, so with great displeasure you had to take the bus. you hated public transport. everyone was so close to each other, the air was stuffy and there was always someone to make you horribly uncomfortable.

you pulled your mask further over your nose when you reached the stop. the small space was bordered by plastic panels and a poster for some music event, nothing of interest. the sound coming from your earbuds made your foot tap the the rhythm until the bus finally emerged from the passing traffic.

the ride was peaceful, which made you strangely wary - like a calm moment before the storm. you didn't mind the busride being quiet, but the feeling never shook.

after waving at the busdriver and thanking him kindly, you hopped off the vehicle onto the concrete pavement. three other people walked out with you; and old couple, one holding a walker and a 20-something year old man. the clicking of his tongue grew impatient as he got stuck behind the couple. after a moment the two elders managed to get off the bus safely and the man could finally get to his stop.

you didn't pay them any mind, you wanted to see sapnap as soon as possible. you kept walking at a brisk pace, growing more exited with every step. after passing and crossing a few streets you started to feel uneasy. feeling eyes drilling right through your back, you rummaged in your bag and pulled out a small handheld mirror and lip gloss. as you were applying your gloss you glanced behind you, scanning the faces you could catch from within you peripheral vision.

you were surprised to see the impatient man from the bus stop a few feet behind you. now realizing the situation, you hastily stuff everything back into your bag and start walking again, this time quicker than before. the stabbing look didn't shake, however.

you were getting more anxious as it got darker and the crowds became scarce. the destination was on the edge of the city, where there was nothing other than small stores and the occasional crappy apartment building. the pavement was easy to see if you looked down; no polished dress shoes, no sneakers, no stilettos, nothing. just the occasional group of chatting teenagers passing by or an overworked retail worker walking home.

with every frantic step forward he seemed to get one step closer. the sound of your feet tapping on the floor came to a halt as you arrived at a crosswalk with a red light. the man hummed an unorganized tune and stood behind you and casually waited for the light to turn green. everytime you'd move, so would he. the brief moment waiting in front of the crosswalk felt like centuries.

—

ding. the pole emitted a bright green and you sighed in relief. you rushed over to the other side of the street, making sure not to hit someone on the way there. as you were moving along you suddenly felt a hand on your back, slowly gliding down over your-

"what are you doing?!"

the panic in your voice didn't phase the man, though he did take his hand off your lower half and placed it on your neck instead. he slowly backed you into a small alleyway while muttering a response.

"calm down, cutie. it's just a hand."

you slapped his hand off yourself, losing the hope you had when you realized you were the only one with him on this block.

"let me go, you creep!"

this response to his 'compliment' didn't please him; he harshly grabbed you by the roots of your hair and pushed you against the cold brick wall of a corner store.

"listen here, bitch. you're gonna listen to me real good, and you're gonna obey everything i tell you, understood?"

you whimpered in pain, shutting your eyes and tears dipping at your chin.

"understood?!"

with another yank at your hair you mewled and nodded hastily. this seemed to satisfy him.

"good. now, let's have some fun, shall we?"

his hand rested on your thigh and gradually made its way up, under your skirt until it hit your underwear. the other was around your wrists, holding them both with his larger hands to the side of your head. his feet trapped yours, putting his weight on your toes so you wouldn't kick him.

"ngh-!"

"heh, can't handle stimulation, can you? guess this will be more fun than i imagined- ugh!"

the man was knocked back harshly, the hand that connected with his face quickly retreating to the body it belonged to. sapnap. the man felt his jaw, there was blood dripping off his lip.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO THEM?!"

sapnap boomed in anger at the man. before he could even think of an answer he was hit again by the same hand. sapnap was now right next to you, him seeing your trembling figure in his peripheral vision. once he was sure that gross excuse of a person was going to stay down he turned to you.

his entire body language changed; his arms turning from tense limbs into a welcoming place to rest in, his chest forming into a warm pillow to fall into, his eyes from a slaughtering rage into a kind and sympathetic expression. your tears were already flowing as you sank into his embrace. he engulfed you completely, shielding you from everything and anyone, soothing the intense fear and horror you just experienced.

"you're okay now, baby. i got you, i got you."

his tone was smooth like honey, the words pulling you further in his secure clutch. the screaming must've attracted a few people, because before you knew it your hug was interrupted by him gently loosening his grasp and lowering his voice.

"we should get home, we don't want this hellhole to become a exhibition. here-"

he unwrapped his arms and pulled his grey hoodie over his head and handed the clothing article to you.

"wear this, baby."

you accepted his hoodie and threw it over your upper body. when you were finished sapnap grabbed your hand and guided you out the alleyway and turning a corner. his car was parked a little further.

"i wanted to give you a nice ride through the outer city, but i think you'd rather be home, am i right?"

you nodded. your face was stung by the wet streaks on your face with the cooling air hitting your features. you eventually reached the car, sapnap sitting down into the driver's position and you plopping down onto the passenger seat.

—

the soft revving of the car's engine made for a nice background noise as you drove over to sapnap's house. you reached the destination quicker than expected. time didn't feel like it was passing at this point.

your legs refused to move, even when sapnap opened the door for you. sapnap, understanding the situation, picked you up bridal-style and carried you and your bag out the vehicle.

—

your body was weak, both from the late hours of the night and your vivid memory of what happened about half an hour ago. the mattress sank next to you as you snuggled further under the covers. sapnap radiated warmth, making you move your body towards him and latching onto him like a koala.

"rest, angel. we'll talk about it in the morning."

his voice reverberated in his chest, the vibrations bringing you comfort. his hand found a good spot on the top of your head, lightly pushing it into him.

"good night, (y/n)."

you hummed as a response before passing out. sapnapchuckled at your cute resting face.

"sleep well, baby. you deserve it."

—

thank you for reading. please don't be too harsh on me, heh

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[bts-weverse-trans]

201128 Weverse Magazine ‘BE’ Comeback Interview - Namjoon

RM: “I spend a lot of time thinking about where I am now” BTS BE comeback interview 2020.11.28

The story of BTS’ new album BE started on April 17, 2020 when group member RM announced its production on the BANGTANTV YouTube channel. In the seven months that followed until the album’s release, RM’s mind was full, his thoughts flowing in and out of his head.

How do you feel about the unique approach you took to making your new album, BE? RM: The other members were a ton of help to me. My lyrics made it on the album, but the music I composed didn’t, so I’m really thankful to the group for the music. How should I say this? I feel like everyone is doing a great job. There are so many parts in these songs that I’m indebted to them for. “Stay” was originally going to be the title song on Jung Kook’s mixtape, but everyone liked it so much, and they all agreed to put that on our album. That’s how much influence they had. I’m really happy my room idea was chosen to be the album photos. Since we’re spending a lot of time in our rooms because of COVID-19, we laid out the idea of each of us decorating a room in our own style. I can’t remember for sure (laughs) but I think I’m the one who came up with that. I made a comfortable room, one that’s modern and warm because that’s what I like.

There’s a painting in the middle, and symmetrically arranged figurines. RM: The figures are from my own collection. I wanted to show one of my paintings, but that didn’t pan out. But still, those are the things I hold most dear to me right now, so I let the room embody the things I wish I had, too.

It’s well known that you like art and frequent exhibitions, but how do you feel when you look at art in your home or another space where there are no people, like in the album art? RM: Someone said, “You don’t have to buy this painting; it’s yours so long as you’re looking at it.” That’s my favorite sound bite these days. What I most envied about painters was that, even after they died, their work would be hanging up somewhere, maybe even in another country, still defining that space. Musicians leave behind their songs and videos, too, but it’s only through fine art that viewers in the future are able to completely meet artists from the past. I’m envious that this is only possible for painters. These days I’m trying to find spaces where I can have more relaxed viewing experiences.

There’s a full experience involved, from the time you get ready to leave your house until the time you’re actually looking at artwork in the gallery. RM: That’s perfect to me. There’s art you can keep at home, and then there’s art that should always be viewed in museums.

What effect do you think that type of experience has on your music? You didn’t compose any of the songs but instead participated in writing the lyrics to all of the tracks. Did that experience affect your lyric writing in any way? RM: I think it’s helped me develop a way of thinking using all the senses. I used to be attuned to speech and focus on language and auditory textures, but now I can look at my thoughts from many different angles. That’s why I spend more time studying art now. I’m waiting for the day that it all comes to the surface, like when you paint the base on a canvas over and over so the colors pop. It’s hard to answer in one word if it has a direct influence on my work, but I think people who create music develop a way of seeing the world through their personal experience and their creative process. Painters naturally exhibit their art over a very long period of time. I think it gave me an eye for looking at the world in one long, continuous stroke. So now it’s become a little challenging for me to write lyrics these days. I’ve become more cautious.

Why is it so challenging? RM: I used to have so many ideas pouring out that it was hard to pluck one out. So I would stack them up like a Jenga tower and ponder over which one to remove. But now, it’s hard to even add a block to the stack. I’m not sure why but, when I look at these artists whose works span their entire lives, I sense that the rhythm of my creativity is slowing down more and more. That’s the source of my dilemma. I’m only 27 years old. I still need to wander around and get tripped up a little. But am I just trying to imitate what the fine artists are doing? Or maybe BTS experienced so much in the past seven years, that now it’s time for us to take a breather? I’ve got so many questions, I feel like my hair’s turning white. That’s why none of my songs are on the album. I wrote some, but they were too personal to use there. I don’t exactly like myself like this, but I have to see through to the end in this direction and find the answer.

Maybe for that reason, your rapping has shifted focus to the lyrics more so than trend or musicality. It emphasizes the feeling of the words over a particular format or beat. RM: Exactly. In—was it 2017? Pdogg was talking to Yoongi, Hobi and me about our style, and said, “Namjoon, it feels like you’re becoming a lyricist,” and it really stuck with me. I have a lot of thoughts lately when I watch Show Me the Money or listen to hip hop songs from the Billboard chart. My music started out all about my life as a rapper, so I spend a lot of time thinking about where I am now.

So you’ve started to ask yourself who you are as a musician? RM: I listened to Lee So-ra’s seventh album again today. I keep changing my mind but, if I had to pick between her sixth and seventh album, I like her seventh a little more. And then I listen to the most popular songs on Billboard, and I feel kind of thrown off. Um … There’s something Whanki Kim said that’s been running around in my head lately: After moving to New York, he embraced the style of artists like Mark Rothko and Adolf Gottlieb, but then he said, “I’m Korean, and I can’t do anything not Korean. I can’t do anything apart from this, because I am an outsider.” And I keep thinking that way, too. That’s my main concern lately.

You can feel that on BE. As the members take on more prominent roles as songwriters and producers, characteristics of old Korean music—the kind of music you likely listened to in middle and high school—gradually entered your sound. But your music isn’t from that era, and it sounds like pop, but not quite. RM: The sound has to fit with the whole album so I couldn’t incorporate that feel into BTS songs, but the songs I’m listening to most lately have been Korean. Songs like P-Type’s “Don Quixote,” Dead’P’s “Spread My Wings,” Soul Company’s album The Bangerz. The impressions the songs from back then have left on me, the lyrics from back then and the lyrics from now, they’re different. So BE is both Korean and pop; it’s very unique, in my view.

I think that’s especially true for “Life Goes On.” It’s got a pop melody, but compared to “Dynamite,” it has a very different feel. It doesn’t slip deep into the sentimental, instead allowing the melody to flow naturally. RM: Exactly. The chorus is totally pop, and one of the writers was also American. But the song doesn’t really follow American music trends, weirdly. So I don’t know how “Life Goes On” is going to be received. It’s really calm, almost contemplative. So there’s lyrics, like, “Like an echo in the forest,” and, “Like an arrow in the blue sky.” The song kind of feels like that: It could just float off and disappear. It might even come off as bland next to “Dynamite.”

If nothing else, it seems the song will stick around for a long time. Maybe kids now will listen to it later on in the future. RM: I hope so. That’s the one thing I really hope for, people in the future, thinking back and saying, “Oh, right! Remember that one song?” That’s what my favorite artists and other people who leave a lasting impression on me have in common. One thing common among the songs that have affected me a lot, like Lee So-ra’s seventh album, is that the lyrics they utter in their voice along with the overall sound stick with me. I hope when people look back, my words uttered with the sound of my voice, echoes for a long time in an auditory or visual way, or even throughout their entire lives. But that’s the dilemma: We have all these bling-bling symbols of our success, but we’re not that kind of team.

And yet, BTS’s career path is even more “bling-bling” than ever. “Dynamite” was the top song on the Billboard Hot 100. RM: I was the first one to check our position (laughs) but I didn’t want to get too excited about it. I was scared of facing disappointment so I put the brakes on out of habit, and restrained myself. But on the other hand, I feel like I should relish this moment. This is a once-in-a-lifetime thing; shouldn’t I enjoy myself a bit? But I disliked that sensation of only feeling elated so I tried to be as objective as possible. I was just one small part of everything that made this happen.

It reminds me of that part, “Running faster than that cloud of rain /  Thought that would be enough / Guess I’m only human after all,” from “Life Goes On.” RM: “Only human” sounds so appropriate for me right now. One time, I saw a dark cloud over the N Seoul Tower while I was walking along the Han River. I was with a friend and we talked about where the border between where it’s raining and where it’s not might be, and suddenly, we came up with the idea to run and find that spot. But after running for 10 minutes, the cloud was even further away than it had been. At that moment, the puzzle pieces snapped into place. You think you can go faster than that dark cloud? No. That’s what I realized then. And I just like what Whanki Kim said, that maybe I can’t do anything not Korean, because that’s what I am. I used to work late and then stay up all night when things weren’t working out, sometimes walking from Samseong to Sinsa station, thinking everything through. But now, like the saying, I realize that maybe I can’t do more than what I am.

On Weverse, you said that you gained some muscle from working out. Could the change to your body improve your creativity in the long term? RM: I started to think I better change myself a little, physically or mentally. I’m talking about being steady. I used to bombard myself with challenges and worries and just get over them, but now I think it’s time to find that one sturdy thing and plant myself there. The best choice was working out, and I think it’s changing my behavior a lot. I’m hoping that, if I keep working out for a year or two, I’ll become a different person.

Music is your job, but also your life. Like you expressed in “Dis-ease,” how would you say you feel about your work? RM: This is my job and my calling and I feel a great sense of responsibility. I think I’m lucky and happy that I can solely worry about my creative process. And I feel very responsible to those people who put their trust in me, so I try not to cross any lines, judge myself honestly, and always be professional. Those are the responsibilities that come with the job—the things I have to do and the promises I won’t betray. But if I’m going to do it, I’m going to be happy while I do it. That’s not always going to be possible, but that’s generally how I feel.

Well then, how do you feel about BTS at the moment? RM: BTS is … Well, it’s really hard to tell. (laughs) When BTS started out, I thought, “I know everything there is to know about BTS,” but now it’s, “I don’t know a single thing about BTS.” In the past, I felt like I knew everything, and that anything was possible. Call it childish or ambitious. But if I were to ask myself, “What is BTS to me?” I would say, we’re just people who met each other because we were meant to. But it feels like the stars aligned and a startup company became a unicorn, with perfect timing and lots of smart people. Looking back, there were a lot of ironies and contradictions in this industry. I thought I figured them out one by one, and then finally understood the whole thing. But now I feel like I don’t know anything at all. Anyway, to sum up: My young, reckless twenties. The events of my twenties. There were a lot of contradictions, people, fame, and conflict all tangled together, but it was my choice and I got a lot out of it, so my twenties were an intense but also happy time.

And what about you, as one individual person? RM: I’m a real Korean person. (laughs) A person who wants to do something in Korea. I think millennials are charging into society stuck between the analog and digital generations, and what I chose is BTS. So I try to integrate myself into our generation, try to understand what people like me are thinking, and try to work hard to capture that feeling without being a burden on them. This might be another kind of irony itself, but this is who I am. I’m a 27-year-old Korean. That’s what I think.

Trans © Weverse

[delivermytuneo6]

Discovering Global Music Icons and Local Legends

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