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lumiolivier · 1 year ago

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A Taste of Ink

Rating: M for language

Ship(s): Mellodramattic (Matt x Mello)

AU: Tattoo artist!Matt, Musician!Mello

Matt's having a quiet night at his tattoo shop when an overly exhausted and rising rockstar comes to sit in his chair.

There was nothing quite like the feeling of a needle digging into the skin. The sweet mix of pain and pleasure were enough to cause addictions. As they were for one man. He didn’t do drugs or anything like that. Ever since Matt was fifteen, he loved nothing more than being under a tattoo gun. His first one was done in a stranger’s basement he snuck out of the orphanage to be at. The batteries in his Game Boy were dwindling and he couldn’t stand the boredom. It’s not like he drank. But someone had a tattoo gun and Matt was a sucker for pain.

All it took was an 8-bit heart on his wrist and Matt was hooked. That night wasn’t just the night of his first tattoo, but the night he realized what he wanted to do with his life. Matt didn’t just want to be a walking canvas. He looked at every body, every inch of skin, as a home for his artwork. And that would be more rewarding than space in any gallery. Something about his work permanently being part of someone else made him happy. So, what would any irresponsible, overly excitable, eighteen-year-old kid with a sketchbook and a dream do? He knocked on the door of his first tattoo artist and begged for a job.

He stayed there morning, noon, and night, perfecting his craft. And before Matt knew it, his mentor retired and left the shop with Matt. Did he ever think he’d be a small business owner in Los Angeles at twenty-three? No. But he wasn’t complaining. The employees respected him, despite his occasional cheeky shenanigans. His managers knew what they were doing. And he wouldn’t trade his cozy little ship for the world. From 11AM to midnight every day (with the exception of Sundays), no one would find Matt anywhere else.

One Saturday night, things at the shop were unusually slow. Matt sat at the reception desk with his Switch, content with the world. As he did any other time things were slow. Matt tuned out the office chatter. It wasn’t often it ever interested him anyway. An annoying collection of who was sleeping with who, of watercooler gossip. However, it was more so a name that caught his attention more than the pointless gossip.

“Did you hear Star 69 is in town?”

“Excuse me?” Matt perked up, his eyes all aglow. Matt was a sucker for Star 69. Indie bands weren’t normally his thing, but an angry, indie punk outfit with the electronica elements like Star 69 that had a pretty lead singer could definitely make Matt give them a try, “Did you say Star 69 is in town?”

“That’s what Twitter says. They were playing a secret show tonight.”

“I’d kill to find that show. I heard they’re amazing live.”

“They are. Caught them in San Diego once a couple years back. That shit was mind blowing.”

“What about you, Matt? You ever see Star 69 live?”

“Once.” Matt couldn’t forget that night for as long as he lived. Mostly because of the scar on his shin from losing his balance in the mosh pit. But to Matt, it was more than just a killer show. It moved him in a way he had never been moved before. It was the first time he ever listened to Star 69 in the first place. Some girl he was passively dating at the time dragged him along. As he listened to the music and closer to the lyrics coming out of the singer’s mouth, never did Matt want to hug another human being more. Not as a stalker fan, but because that connection would’ve killed a weaker man. Something in the singer’s words broke his heart, “You know what, guys? Why don’t you go home? I can handle any walk-ins. Hell, who knows? Maybe you’ll find the secret show tonight.”

“Thanks, Matt!”

“Thanks, boss! Great work today!”

“See you tomorrow!”

Matt waved them all off and slumped back over in his chair, appreciating the peace and quiet. Besides, he had screens to clear, princesses in need of rescuing. And it’s not like anyone else was coming in for the night. Half an hour before official closing time, Matt made the executive decision to close a little early. He kept a checklist in his head of the little things he could do to make the manager’s life easier in the morning. And the easiest one he could think of was sweep the floor. It wasn’t an overly large shop, so it wouldn’t take him long.

Ding, ding!

Matt jumped as the front door opened. The shop wasn’t in the greatest location, so Matt learned quickly to always keep a knife on his being. Although, when he saw the customer at the door, his heart stopped. A pretty blonde stood in the doorway in platform black leather boots and a jacket to match. The smell of leather and cigarettes coming off the chill in the air got to Matt like nothing else. In that moment, he knew what canvas he wanted next. Still, his fantasies aside, Matt had a customer at his door.

“Are you still open?” the pretty blonde asked, his voice still a bit raw. Not in the way Matt expected. Not as if he spent the last two hours screaming at an already screaming crowd, but as if he spent the last fifteen minutes crying.

“Yeah,” Matt nodded, “Can I help you?”

“Do you have to make an appointment here,” he took his sunglasses off, showing Matt those pretty blue-green eyes that got him hooked, “Or are walk-ins cool?”

“Go ahead,” Matt pulled up a chair for him, “I’m Matt. This is my shop. Do you want to see a portfolio of my work first or is there something specific you had in mind?”

“At this point,” he sat down, “I don’t care. I need a new tattoo. And I guess you can call me Mello.��

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mello,” Matt melted inside. He wasn’t in the least bit starstruck. He couldn’t put that simple of a label on it. Whether Matt liked it or not, he was in love.

Little did he know, he wasn’t the only one feeling something special transpire. Mello, as exhausted and upset as he was, couldn’t help but notice the work of art in front of him. Mello studied Matt’s tattoos. They were all so beautiful, even though he didn’t understand half of them. When he followed his sleeve up to Matt’s shoulder, Mello got a better look at Matt’s face. A couple piercings and a pair of goggles and Mello was hooked. So, what did he do? He flipped the script as quickly as he could, “Yeah. Whatever. You’re not the first to tell me that. Probably not the last. Look, I want something on my wrists. I’ll leave what that something is up to you, so don’t fuck this up.”

And in such few words, Mello tore Matt’s heart to shreds. He didn’t realize he did, but Mello always pushed his emotions away. He didn’t need to drag anyone else down his road of Hell, so he kept everyone at a distance. His lovers, his bandmates…It was a lonely existence. And he knew it was a lonely existence. But nevertheless, it was his existence. Even though Matt was still reeling from the verbal abuse, he knew there was something else. Because Mello wasn’t the only one who pushed people away.

“Chains,” Matt decided, “How would you feel about chains?”

“Why chains?” Mello looked at him strange, “What kind of kinky shit are you into?”

“It’s not a kinky thing,” Matt got out one of the four million notebooks he kept around and started sketching something out, “I got really good at reading people since I started working here. You start talking to clients about what they want and the stories behind them. You get invested. You start associating certain symbols with certain stories. And if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were just crying your eyes out not too long ago. And if you’re so quick to do this for the pain factor, you’re not in the best place mentally speaking.”

Mello sat back in absolute awe…and pure rage, “Who the fuck do you think you are, reading me like that?”

“Relax,” Matt brushed him off, “We’re the only ones here. And I can keep a pretty tight lip. Don’t worry. You’re fine.”

“So…” Mello, despite the fire burning in him, managed to calm himself down. Was it Matt’s words that got to him or was it the chocolate he kept in his pocket? The world may never know, “Why the chains?”

“I know who you are,” Matt confessed, “I know your music. I’ve never felt so connected to someone I’ve never met before.”

“Than me?” Mello wondered.

“Not trying to come off as a stalker here,” Matt assured him, finishing the general outline on his sketch, “But yeah. And that’s why I wanted to go with the chains. Because if I’m right and you’re not doing the best right now, you’re feeling trapped.”

“How…?” Mello’s voice softened.

“It’s like I said,” Matt got a marker out of the drawer, “Can I have your arm please?”

“Only if you keep going,” Mello handed over his arm.

“You’re not the only one that’s felt a little trapped,” Matt explained, drawing the chains up Mello’s arm, “Feel free to stop me anytime here.”

“Go up as high as you want,” Mello allowed.

“I think we’ll stop…here,” Matt stopped just under his elbow. That’s some thin skin up there. He doesn’t need to be in that kind of pain, “There’s a reason why I connected so much with you.”

“Oh, yeah?” Mello asked, genuinely curious, “And why is that?”

“You’re like me,” Matt finished his sketch, not needing much for detail before he started. He had done a million chain tattoos in his time in the shop. He could live off the muscle memory and still make it look good, “The hopeless little orphan no one thought would make anything of themselves. Just kind of thrown away. But somehow, by some miracle, we’ve managed to rise above. Yeah, we went through some shit, but here we are on the other side. Is it out of spite? Is it out of habit? Or did we just get stupid lucky? We may never know. But maybe that’s not something we should ask about.”

“You know,” Mello scoffed, “I just came in here for a tattoo, not a therapy session.”

“I stopped going,” Matt chuckled to himself, “This was better.”

“How many tattoos do you have?”

“I don’t know,” Matt got a pair of gloves and started pouring his ink, “I stopped counting. I know I’m covered, though.”

“And how many have you done yourself?” Mello wondered, seeing if he could find them.

“Only one,” Matt kicked his leg up on Mello’s chair and pulled his pant leg up, revealing the little triceratops on the back of his calf, “I just wanted to prove a point to someone that I could not only tattoo myself, but do something upside down. That was a pain in the ass to do, so I told myself never again. Get someone else to do it.”

“Why a dinosaur?”

“Excuse me?” Matt gasped, “Why not a dinosaur? Because I needed something with absolutely no meaning. Because I wanted something out of the blue and I like a triceratops, dammit!”

“Alright!” Mello backed off, “Fucking weirdo…Maybe I should go to someone else.”

“You can’t do that,” Matt turned his gun on.

“And why’s that?”

“Because,” Matt put the needle to Mello’s arm, “I already started. I need to finish this before you leave.”

“You could’ve warned me you were starting,” Mello cringed, reveling in the pain in his arm.

“I’m sorry,” Matt bit his lip, “I wasn’t expecting you to be a baby about it.”

“Who the fuck are you calling a baby?!”

“I’m joking,” Matt giggled to himself, “Sorry. I don’t have much for a verbal filter. That connection doesn’t exist in my brain.”

“You and me both,” Mello agreed, “Hey…”

“Yes…?” Matt kept working on Mello’s arm, “Can I help you?”

“Do you mind if I vent?” Mello asked, “From one fucked up human being to another?”

“Be my guest,” Matt insisted, “I won’t stop you. Tell me as little or as much as you want.”

“Do you know why I wanted a new tattoo tonight?”

“Can’t say I do,” Matt shrugged, “Just because I can make an observation doesn’t mean I’m psychic.”

“I am kind of going through some shit,” Mello came clean, “My manager is putting the weight of the world on my shoulders. The rest of the band keeps telling me I’m abandoning them. The manager’s telling me I’m too good for them and that I should go solo, but they’re the closest I get to normal human interaction anymore, so I can’t just leave them. But at the same time, I know I’m good enough to go solo. It’s just…I don’t know. And it feels like it’s more than just that. There’s been a shit load of little things piling up and…I don’t know. It feels like…”

“Like there’s a time bomb in the pit of your stomach ready to go off at any second?” Matt figured, wiping the excess ink off Mello’s skin, “Like when there’s a little bit of quiet in your head, you can hear the ticking even louder? Like the timer keeps flickering between seconds and you don’t know what you’re going to do when it goes off?”

“Exactly…” Mello let out a little gasp.

“I told you,” Matt dipped his needle back in the ink, his heart filling with an all too familiar melancholy, “We connected.”

“I’m sorry…” Tears fell from Mello’s eyes, mixing into the black droplets on his arm, “I wouldn’t wish this on anyone. I know I should be grateful for what I have, but…Fuck, that shit gets heavy.”

“And you shouldn’t have to carry that on your own,” Matt felt his pain, “Your manager sounds like a real dick. Is there any way you can get rid of him?”

“There’s one way I’ve thought of,” Mello wiped his eyes, “But I’m pretty sure it’s illegal.”

“Murder is, in fact, a crime,” Matt chuckled a bit, “I’m talking about firing him, but I suppose we can go with hypothetical murder.”

“No,” Mello kept quiet, “That could be real murder and I would have no problem with it. He’s a prick.”

“By the sounds of it,” Matt suggested, “Maybe killing your manager isn’t the thing to do. Maybe falling off the face of the Earth would be a better idea.”

“Yeah,” Mello scoffed, “Because someone like me can do that.”

“I don’t see why not,” Matt thought, “Do something to make yourself either not stand out in a crowd or become a hermit.”

“Trust me,” Mello grumbled, “I wish I could. I’ve thought about it. If I were to just…stop existing tomorrow. It’d be nice, you know? But that’s not in the cards for me.”

“Why not?”

“Because God is rarely that kind,” Mello let out a heavy sigh.

“I don’t know,” Matt wiped his arm again, “I don’t think God and I are on speaking terms, but why don’t you just do that yourself instead of waiting around for someone to do it for you?”

“I think that’s called suicide. Been through that mess before. Don’t really want to go back.”

Matt wasn’t going to say it, but he saw all the scars on Mello’s arm. He made sure to be delicate over them, “Not necessarily suicide. You said you wanted to stop existing, right?”

“Yeah.”

“You want to stop existing in life as you know it right now, right?”

“You know…” Mello mulled it over, “Never really thought of it like that.”

“You can fall off the face of the Earth for a while,” Matt promised, “I’m sure the world would understand. And those who don’t can fuck off. You need to take care of your head once in a while.”

“Maybe you’re right…” Mello snapped back into his head, “Why the fuck am I telling you all this?”

“You needed a friend,” Matt dipped his needle, “And I can be the occasional well of wisdom. But I also have my moments where I’m an unbelievable dumbass, so tread lightly.”

“Can I ask you a serious question?”

“I prefer a non-serious question, but I’ll take what I can get.”

“Are you busy tomorrow?” Mello asked, “Are you fully booked?”

“Tomorrow?” Matt squeaked, “Nope. Shop’s closed on Sundays. The previous owner was the religious type and he refused to have the shop open on Sundays. He’d only make exceptions for massive pieces, but they’d always be after noon. Unless they were really big pieces and that’s when I’d be the one coming in. He knew what I was like. He knew my beliefs. While I was living with him, he tried getting me to go to church with him from time to time, but it never happened. Eventually, he’d give up and he wouldn’t force it on me. It was kind of nice. But he moved away to be closer to his sister and I got the shop. So, here we are.”

“I asked you if you were busy…” Mello reiterated, “That’s it.”

“Sorry,” Matt bit his tongue, “Looks like I got carried away.”

“You don’t talk to many people, do you, Matt?”

“More than you’d think,” Matt defended himself, “Just not too often it’s about me. But why do you ask?”

“Maybe…” Mello blushed a bit, “Maybe I could fall off the face of the Earth. Just for a day. It’s been years since I’ve been in LA. I’d hate to walk the streets alone. Alone is what got me into this mess. I don’t think I want to be alone anymore…You got a girlfriend?”

“Can’t say I do,” Matt sat back and admired his handiwork.

“Boyfriend…?” Mello treaded lightly.

“Don’t have one of those either,” Matt was unmoved. Mello was expecting some sort of opposition, but Matt’s coolness gave him hope, “Why?”

“Usually when someone asks if someone else is busy,” Mello rolled his eyes, “And then, asks them if they’re seeing anyone…”

Matt’s heart stopped. Just for a moment. Just long enough for the tumblers to fall into place, “Are you…Are you asking me out tomorrow?”

“If you’re not busy…”

“Well…” Matt smiled, “Forgive me for being the skeptic, but why me?”

“It’s like you said,” Mello pointed out, “We connect in a weird way. I don’t get it either. But if you could read me like an open book more than anyone else I’ve ever met in my life, there has to be something about you, right?”

“I mean…” Matt thought it over, “If you’re asking, I won’t say no.”

“Then, don’t say no,” Mello argued, “And don’t pussyfoot around it and piss me off.”

As Matt finished the last link on the chain, he wiped off the rest of the ink. He looked over his hard work, appreciating both the piece and the canvas, “What did you have in mind?”

#death note #death note fan fiction #matt x mello #matt death note #mello death note #rockstar au #tattoo artist au #mellodramattic #available for a part two #if you ask nicely

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apurikottotii · 6 months ago

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april song recs!

bro i am about to die from stress (aps, college, LIFE???) but that's ok because i found so much banging music this month. trying to not feel sad by being busy af. but being busy also makes me sad. talking to other people make me sad. smh. idk man. however es milgram has entered my life and i am very happy for that (i love you pookie).

after looking at this list will you believe me if i say i don't like deco27?

--- hibana (es cover) - deco27

i think i listened to this song more than any other song i've listened to for the past YEAR. i need hibana (specifically the es cover) injected into my soul RIGHT NOW. it's so goddamn good. i love the chord progression, how es sings every line, the bridge, how much emotion there is, everything about the song. when es's cv whispers the words with the sung version layered with it my soul transcends. like every other deco27 song, of course it's a complicated song about love. but!!! but!!! i also love the "knock knock", etc. that starts every verse. it's so good. i also love HOW THERE'S A VERSE IN ENGLISH THAT IS SO COOL I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE UNTIL I READ THE LYRICS ASDFISDNFASN. when es sings "ah-ha-ha" i go IUFAINDASIFNASIDASUD. when i hear the background harmonies i go AISUDFNASDFOASDNFASMFAOS. personal favorite lyrics: "I don’t want to harbor a love that will never end" / "it’s “incomplete”, I’ll say it time and time again" / "amidst a love that missed hitting 'NO'" / "come on, melt me more properly!" i love you es.

--- the good child and the fox spirit - kikuo

guess who finally listened to this song after it being on my "to listen" list for months because of a milgram animatic. listen, when you're starved for content you gotta do what you gotta do. anyways, that animatic is so fire i love it so much but this is not about the animatic. I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH. it's so catchy and creepy and the notes slide into each other so well i can't believe kikuo never had formal music theory education.

--- string theocracy - mili

this shit is CRAZY. at first i didn't notice that it was in english because of the distinctive sort of "j-pop" style, but as i listened closer, my brain exploded. it's so jazzy, so fun and the lyrics are really really profound and moving. this song supports my argument that songs in english are not inherently cringe- it's just that they've been molded into a specific style that sounds really cringe. personal favorite lyrics include: "if you're gonna control me, at least make it interesting theatrically" / "if you're gonna replace me, at least have the audacity to kill me throughly" / "and if you love me, can you love your everything too, for me?" i also love the reference to "do androids dream of electric sheep" awww yeah. it's just such a fun listen and it's so indie. makes me feel so... asdfnsf. did i mention it's SO JAZZY???

--- half (es cover) - deco27 (milgram)

--- liar dance - deco27

--- android girl (haruka cover) - deco27

--- diary of underage observation - kurage-p

honorable mentions: little party never killed nobody (i love the great gatsby okay), happy synthesizer (i need to listen to more classics- i did not expect this and kimagure mercy to sound so good but they absolutely SLAP), sobakasu (this song makes me :( when i listen man... reminds me of an old friend. i absolutely love the timbre of the singer's voice- it's so RAW. i've never heard a song with more emotion)

#vocaloid #music #milgram #sure lmao #april 2024

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electrificata · 1 year ago

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Here is what i have been listening 2 lately yes im avoiding something no i dont listen to a lot of """new""" music

"This corrosion" the sisters of mercy - nothing revolutionary here, its a goth (sorry eldritch) classic with the big stupid jim steinman bombast that i love. If you want a good time search "andrew eldritch interview" on youtube, he's a huge bitch its so funny

"My lady of mercy" the last dinner party - a cute fizzy indie pop song that splits open into huge, triumphant stoner rock choruses. Its my understanding this band has weathered "industry plant" rumors despite being like, not. Anyway if industry plants made shit like this id be ok w the concept

"Kybalion" killah priest - my friend sold this wu tang associate to me by saying a) he's into the occult, b) not sure if he's actually any good, c) hes making animal noises on the new album. "Hermes trismegestis of lyrics that specialize in physics and pyramids" literally what else do i have to tell you

"Blood makes noise" suzanne vega - i love when a singer songwriter chick has one hard track on her album and this one sounds urgent and clanging and ominous im having a great time

"You aint no celebrity" jungle - everybodys losing their shit over "back on 74," and rightfully so, but this is the ass shaker on the album, its like an update on all those 2000s sean paul hits i liked before i heard at too many bar mitzvahs (it actually knicks the buzzing theremin from "get busy," which was always better than "temperature")

"Naked eye" luscious jackson - 90s crunchy touchy feely divine feminine radical vulnerability nonsense

"Come together" primal scream - these guys were kind of narrowly revolutionary in the 90s and i dont hear anybody under 40 talk abt them ever but i loooove the early 90s uk "what if classic rock was dance" shit that was happening with them and i guess kind of madchester?

"Obsession" animotion - this is the loud obnoxious goofy 80s pop hit all the other ones want to be. The boy-girl vocals are really fun BONUS the singers fell in love and are still married, go look up a recent performance of this song theyre so old and so horny for each other i love it

"The big sky" kate bush + "chains of love" erasure - two very different 80s pop classics, but i listen to them the same way, and frequently right after each other. I have a theory of art and fiction i call, for the moment, "mythological awareness." I use this to refer to work that knows what old folkloric/mythological/archetypal symbols and narratives and images it evokes. Work that knows that any love story is every love story, every mad scientist is a wizard and a shaman and a hacker as well. Kate is singing about the things we pay attention to as children and forget as adults, the sky is a marvel its easy to forget about because its there every day, but that doeant mean its any less a marvel. This might be the most straightforward u2-ish rock single bush ever put out, but it feels like shes marching at the head of an army of zeppelins and airplanes and rockets powered by the laughter of gods. Andy bell of erasure is singing about a fictionalized pre-aids era of gay utopia like its something that used to be real and can be real again if we all clap our hands. He details a world of "sisters and brothers" open to the pleasures of the world, fucking and loving and worrying about what theyll do for dinner rather than whether they can get into the hospital to watch their loved ones die. And over an unstoppable synthesizer bounce, falsetto floating over clouds of gospel-inflected backing vocals, you believe him. He could be talking about atlantis or hobbitton or erewhon or the greek age of heroes and he knows that, the halcyon past is a myth none of us can get away from, maybe we need to understand it and use it rather than disavow it. I was born years after both of these songs hit, and my parents didnt listen to either of these artists, so they come to me fresh and bright and veiled in the light obscuring mist of morning, for me and no one else (everyone else)

#sorry for this post

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rabbitechoes · 3 months ago

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the last full month of summer is HERE! august is going to be a busy month for new releases, especially on the album front, but i'm excited! hopefully i can stay on top of it all!!! there were some pretty noteworthy tracks released this week!! here are my thoughts on them!!! also feel free to follow me on rate your music and twitter <3

"Guess featuring Billie Eilish" - Charli xcx & Billie Eilish

◇ released: Aug. 1, 2024 ◇ genres: electro house, tech house

Charli xcx has returned with yet another remix of a song from her phenomenal album BRAT - which I'm sure everyone is well aware of by now. More specifically the track "Guess" from the deluxe edition with Billie Eilish sliding in for a lustful feature. I can't say it's my favorite track from either the record itself or its remixes, but it is certainly a fun time. Yet another example of how BRAT is having the best rollout of any album of the decade thus far. I truly can't wait to see what she has in store next, I don't see BRAT summer ending anytime soon - despite what Pitchfork says. It might even bleed into BRAT autumn maybe even BRAT winter.

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"FUKOUNA GIRL" - STOMACH BOOK

◇ released: Aug. 1, 2024 ◇ genres: indietronica, dance-punk, indie rock, dark cabaret

A few months removed from her sophomore record, STOMACH BOOK has returned with a new single. Crazy sounds on this one. A quirky blend of dance-punk and indietronica with some subtle hints of cabaret music. It feels like a circus! This kind of wacky blend of upbeat instrumentation with manic lyricism usually doesn't do much for me, but I think this song is a good time.

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"M" - Soccer Mommy

◇ released: Aug. 1, 2024 ◇ featured on Evergreen (not yet released) ◇ genres: indie pop, singer-songwriter

I remember loving Soccer Mommy's third record, Clean, when I was in high school, but her music just hasn't stuck with me at all. Her more recent records have all been good, but not great. I'm waiting for something to blow me away and unfortunately, "M" still leaves me waiting. It's a fine piece of singer-songwriter music, but nothing about it really leaves a lasting impression on me. It captures a vibe very well though. If you want some bittersweet music to feel sad to, she has you covered here. Maybe her upcoming album Evergreen will surprise me despite it all.

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"HIGHJACK" - A$AP Rocky feat. Jessica Pratt

◇ released: Aug. 2, 2024 ◇ featured on Don't Be Dumb (not yet released) ◇ genres: cloud rap, trap, memphis rap

I was not expecting this at all. I had to do a triple take when I saw that A$AP Rocky had a new single dropping that featured JESSICA PRATT. The same Jessica Pratt who makes the otherworldly folk and brill-building songs that sound completely removed from the current time? Apparently so. She absolutely kills it here and I hope this leads more people to listen to her music. Rocky puts in some really good verses too, I was impressed! You can also definitely tell this song was called "Like That," but it had to be changed for obvious reasons. Anyways, this is a totally unexpected collaboration that kinda knocked it out of the park.

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"GYAT" - Ice Spice

◇ released: Aug. 2, 2024 ◇ featured on Y2K! (Bonus) ◇ genres: new york drill, east coast hip hop

"GYAT" is the lone bonus track on the deluxe edition, of which there are many, of her new album Y2K! I don't even know what to say about this. Why is this a bonus track? The album is already like 23 minutes long and this is like definitely in-line with the rest of the tracks on the record. Why wasn't this just included? At the end of the day, this is just same old, same old Ice Spice. The only thing notable about this song is that it's the first time I've ever typed out the word "GYAT."

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"Liar" - Jelly Roll

◇ released: Aug. 2, 2024 ◇ genre: contemporary country

LEAVE ME ALONE!!!! IT'S LIKE HE'S FOLLOWING ME. WHY ARE YOU EVERYWHERE JELLY ROLL? WHAT DO YOU KNOW???

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"Here's the Thing" - Fontaines D.C.

◇ released: Aug. 6, 2024 ◇ featured on Romance (not yet released) ◇ genres: post-punk revival, alternative rock

Fontaines D.C. are three-for-three when it comes to the singles for their upcoming album. This one is definitely a bit more raucous than the previous, but it's just so enjoyable. The band really sound like they're onto something brilliant here. Just some endlessly enjoyable rock tunes that feel like they breeze past you while still leaving an impression. Lead vocalist Grian Chatten really shines here too. I'm loving these new songs and I can't wait to dive into Romance in a few weeks!

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"Once a Bunch" - Adrianne Lenker

◇ released: Aug. 6, 2024 ◇ genre: country, americana, singer-songwriter

Adrianne Lenker has returned with presumably a leftover from her excellent album Bright Future from a few months ago - still one of the best of the year. This one leans heavily into the country sound. Very raw, duet-driven country with some vivid songwriting that you can just close your eyes and dream to. Whenever I write about Lenker, I always have to say that she's one of the greatest songwriters of our time and "Once a Bunch" is yet another example. Loving this track to death.

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"Summer 2000 Baby" | "Take a Trip" - TV Girl & George Clanton

◇ released: Aug. 6, 2024 ◇ genre: chillwave, trip hop

Spotify algorithm core band TV Girl have teamed up with George Clanton to release perhaps their best material to date. Clanton's impeccable ear for great sounds elevates these songs. A lot of "vibe" songs just float past you leaving you nothing of substance, but most things Clanton gets his fingers on just have a kick to them. You just get lost in his songs and these two are no different. "Summer 2000 Baby" is an upbeat jam and "Take a Trip" is much more chilled-out, but both are pretty great. If you're looking for some late-summer tunes, TV Girl and George Clanton made a gift just for you.

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"Continuum 1" - Nala Sinephro

◇ released: Aug. 7, 2024 ◇ featured on Endlessness (not yet released) ◇ genres: nu jazz, ambient

Nala Sinephro is returning soon with a brand new album, the follow-up to her great debut Space 1.8 from 2021. This lead single features black midi's Morgan Simpson on drums and James Mollison on saxophone. This is a great cut. Builds very nicely on the foundation set by her debut while throwing in new bits that make things feel fresh. I especially love the oscillating synths towards the end and how they pair with Mollison's saxophone. If this song is any indication, we're in for a treat when Endlessness drops.

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"INSTANT TRANSFER" - E L U C I D feat. billy woods

◇ released: Aug. 7, 2024 ◇ featured on Revelator (not yet released) ◇ genres: experimental hip hop, abstract hip hop

ELUCID and billy woods reunite for this single taken from the former's upcoming album. These two just have some of the strongest chemistry of any rap duo in recent memory. "INSTANT TRANSFER" is an intense banger with an almost ominous beat. It's arresting, like a lot of their work is. I'm not super well-versed with ELUCID's solo work, but I'll definitely have to give this record a listen when it drops.

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"Lullaby" - Ichiko Aoba

◇ released: Aug. 8, 2024 ◇ featured on Luminescent Creatures (not yet released) ◇ genres: chamber folk, singer-songwriter

No surprises here. This new Ichiko Aoba song is stunning. You know what you're in for when you dive into one of her songs, yet it never ceases to amaze. She writes some of the most gorgeous, serene, and intricate songs you will ever hear. Everything sounds meaningful. Every word she sings, every note she strums, every piece of the arrangement has a purpose. All of this to say, "Lullaby" is amazing and I can't wait for whatever we hear from her next.

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"Coyote (Live at the Forum, Montreal, QC, Canada 12/4/1975)" - Joni Mitchell

◇ released: Aug. 8, 2024 ◇ featured on Joni Mitchell Archives, Vol. 4: The Asylum Years (1976-1980) (not yet released) ◇ genres: progressive folk, singer-songwriter

Joni Mitchell is preparing to release another volume in her Archives series, this one focusing on her material from the late 70s. This excites me as Hejira is my favorite work of hers and I'm stoked to hear more stuff from that era. The first taste we're getting is this early live performance of "Coyote," one of her best songs. There's an urgency to this version, it's just Joni and her guitar. No Jaco Pastorius bass playing to be found. It's an interesting version, but if you're not a Joni superfan like I am, your mileage may vary.

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"For Cryin' Out Loud!" - FINNEAS

◇ released: Aug. 8, 2024 ◇ featured on For Cryin' Out Loud (not yet released) ◇ genres: pop rock, indie pop

I've never really listened to FINNEAS' work outside of his work with his sister Billie Eilish and sadly I can't say I'm too impressed by this new track, the lead single to his upcoming album. It certainly sounds great, everything has a punch to it, but nothing else stands out. It plays into the tropes you would expect. The horn arrangements are also a bit flimsy, which is wild because everything else has a bite! That should too! This song is just fine at best.

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"Sunshine" - Kelly Lee Owens

◇ released: Aug. 8, 2024 ◇ featured on Dreamstate (not yet released) ◇ genres: progressive house, progressive trance

I lose track of Kelly Lee Owens every couple years, but I managed to catch this new single "Sunshine." This is a pretty good house cut, really showcasing her talents as a producer. Everything sounds so euphoric, very easy to get lost in, which is a quality I admire in a lot of house music. I want the music to sweep me off my feet. One of these days I need to go back through and catch up on her stuff.

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"Don't Get Me Started" - The Smile

◇ released: Aug. 8, 2024 ◇ genres: indietronica, ambient pop, post-punk

The Smile have returned months removed from their second album with a new single. "Don't Get Me Started" sees the band getting very electronic with it, which does obscure some of the best aspects of the band, but it's still a pretty solid track. I always love how Thom Yorke sounds against very electronic sonic palettes, so this is like ear candy for me. Who knows if this is just a throwaway or a teaser to yet another album from the band? Either way, this side-project continues to be very fruitful for everyone involved.

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"Lifetimes" - Katy Perry

◇ released: Aug. 8, 2024 ◇ featured on 143 (not yet released) ◇ genres: dance-pop, garage house, diva house

After her last single "Woman's World" crashed and burned, Katy Perry is back with the second single to her new album, 143 - her big play at being relevant once again. Unfortunately for her, "Lifetimes" is a miss as well. I've seen the word "stale" be thrown around in regard to these new songs and I couldn't agree more. Her desire for this to be a comeback for her is so noticeable for any listener with half of a brain that it reeks of desperation. This is the album rollout equivalent of the Titanic sinking.

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"People Need People" - JOBA

◇ released: Aug. 9, 2024 ◇ featured on unnamed JOBA album (not yet released) ◇ genres: baroque pop, psychedelic pop, piano rock

BROCKHAMPTON alumni JOBA has released another really good single in anticipation for his debut solo project. This shift into more traditional pop sounds doesn't sound like it should work on paper, but he pulls it off very well. "People Need People" ditches the glam rock of the previous single in favor of more mellow baroque and psychedelic pop. The string arrangements and those bouncy synth riffs during the second verse are also very nice touches. This is a really good track, I can't wait to hear what else he has in store for us. JOBA is making the most interesting solo music out of all of his former boyband members.

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100 GIGS - Drake

◇ released: Aug. 10, 2024 ◇ genres: pop rap, trap, atlanta bass

When I saw the words "Drake" and "100 GBs" in the same headline, I feared for the worst. Luckily, he just dumped 100 GBs of stuff onto the internet. This includes songs, videos, unused album art, and a whole bunch of stuff. Three of those songs made their way to streaming and they're all pretty unremarkable. "It's Up" sounds the most finished and it features 21 Savage as well as Young Thug, it's nothing stand out though. The other two tracks feel pretty lazy, rife with boring hooks and poor mixing. Definitely sounds like stuff that needed more time in the oven. I don't really know what his rationale was for dumping all of this on us, but it certainly isn't the best look after the beef he decisively lost against Kendrick Lamar over the last few months.

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SAY SOMETHING? TWICE MENTION!

anyway.. novaHIVI gotta be the craziest group every chaeryeong and lily in one group… oh end them dancer/singer duo

kyuin so real thought because I hear a loud noise and I bluescreen for an hour

also.. series of one shots.. suggestions? oh toxic yuri soon trust me..

this is such a cool idea though but sakura has to be joking “your honor I paused the game to be here” 😭CÁLLATE she’s giving me secondhand embarrassment

i will be team kazuha but I know everyone will vote for karina 😞it’s okay though because DOOMED YURI💥💥💥🙏 i will always be in a toxic yuri agenda ya verás..

y ya veo que están hablando de él stan list.. I will support any gg idgaf twice, dreamcatcher, snsd, gidle, le sserafim, red velvet, itzy, nmixx, aespa… ANY. i love women forever 🤞pero de verdad i don’t listen to most bgs.. bouncy by ateez and siren by riize is good though

y si te gusta la música un poquito extraña tengo recomendaciones:

LALALA - bling bling

catallena - orange caramel

loro- tri. be

we fresh- kep1er

POW - cherry bullet

dumb dumb- red velvet

DEEP - hyoyeon

dr. Feel good - rania

LVLY - kep1er

i don’t wanna know- lee chaeyeon

wigglewiggle - hellovenus

zimzalabim - red velvet

deeeep - SPIA

racer or #twenty - itzy

most of these aren’t super unknown or anything pero the beats and sounds are different from some kpop.. when most people talk about “weird” music they’re referring to weird beat composition and instrumentals and I find they usually enjoy noise music (I can reccomed P3T by femtanyl and curazao by el alfa for non-kpop noise music.. I LOVE MUSIC🫡)

y por mas me quieres agarrar el pelo.. ya puedo ver que de verdad te pasas rizzing people up en tumblr porque pa que sepas leí eso and i kicked my feet y bit my finger.. tucking my hair behind my ear y todo

y tienes todo la razón tesoro ❤️los latinos están juntos por siempre Y TENGO ALGO QUE ESTOS OTROS NO TIENEN.. puedo cocinar comida buena.. pollo asado pan de bono flan arepas dulce de leche.. pero soy una sagitario so no se como va eso.. y tambien tú eres un swifty y yo soy la mitski fan más dedicada..

-💿

i choose the members of novahivi based on what idols i would find fun writing, then i accidentally made the sickest, most talented 4th gen group ever lol

lol introverteds with social anxiety assemble

YOU AND YOUR TOXIC YURI MY GOD 😭 worst part is that you will probably get away with yours 🫵🏻

IS IT MY FAULT SAKURA IS A GAMER GIRL? this is the personality she's chosen. and idk about team karina overpowering team kazuha dude i have a kazuha population in here, i had people in my asks defending her physically attacking a person during hole in one 😭 if those readers tune in, i think kazuha has a shot

that's the spirit, let's not put successful, beautiful ladies against each other, the better option is to love them all 😃 i get you there, personally i only listen to sm boygroups, but is exclusively because the music HITS fr, others don't really catch my attention. bouncy and siren are really good, you're right.

i know some of this songs !! and i'll give a listen to the others when i have a second, thanks for the recommendations, i need new music !! 🫂

personally, i do love noise/energetic music (always that it's correctly done and it's not just random loud shit), that's the interesting thing from kpop !! i'll check this non-korean songs you mention, i'm very curious 😌

can't believe i got to you, i must have a way with words i guess 🤷🏻‍♀️

ya me diste hambre, eso es algo que pocos pueden, vos tenés una ventaja increíble 😭 yo soy de tauro, somos muy poco compatibles. tengo buenas amistades con sagitarianos, pero en el amor.. sorry. escucho mucha música, amo a las artistas indie deprimidas 😅 me podés mostrar temas de mitski que no conozca !!

#aettuddae #answer #the anthology #💿 anon

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I’m so confused why him using an accent now seems to be a discourse. The album has been out for almost 2 years. You either like it or you don’t at this point. I personally like the accent. It’s breaking out of the cookie cutter sound of pop and that’s ok. I’m sorry but pop has become so watered down to the point where you can barely tell one singer from another these days. I think he’s experimenting with sounds and is deciding what works best for him. I don’t see the issue here? He’s always liked indie music and if he wants to go that route with his sound, why can’t he? A singer should love what they sing anyway and if they don’t then what’s the point of them singing anymore. Singers are inspired by other singers and sounds since the beginning of music. Why is that an issue suddenly when it comes to Louis being inspired by Oasis? If we look at Niall for example, he’s clearly inspired by Bruce. Who cares if they’re inspired by someone. I think the main trouble here is not an accent and it’s not a “lad” image. The real problem is the general public doesn’t see him at all. BBC has hyped up every single member of 1D’s solo work, except for his for example. I don’t think that’s a coincidence because he has just as radio friendly music as the others do. Same with iheart, capital, etc. With the reactions to the articles from Glastonbury, most of the general public didn’t even know he did solo music. Some articles at least mentioned his solo events so he got some exposure from that. My point is the issue isn’t his accent, his smoking, weed, his having a normal fun time at Glastonbury like every other single attendee there, etc. He’s just simply not known. If image was an issue, Zayn and Liam would never be played either and that’s just not the case. That’s nothing against Zayn or Liam either, it’s just reality. They have worse images out to the general public than Louis does. Even Harry’s image out there isn’t good at the moment. Personally I think Louis and his team need to be more proactive and figure out how to promote him. They’ve been lazy with this. The tv & silver Fox stories going viral was surely a surprise to even them but it took ahold with the general public and got his name out there again. And just to add because I know you agree with me on this one… Why did they not make waoyf a single. WHY!?!

Hi, anon!

The accent while singing is a discourse again because it's a divisive thing in this fandom and people don't agree on it. There is no right or wrong answer to it, it all depends on his goals. Since we aren’t really privy to his goals, it's hard to understand what he's trying to do. If he's moving towards being more indie, and fitf was a transitional album, my guess is that's why they didn’t make waoyf a single or capitalised on it's popularity. I think it was a big mistake, but i don't want Louis to do indie music or have an indie image. It's such a waste of momentum and having accumulated a broad international fanbase who love pop music over the years. To see it all go to waste, because of his shitty image and trying to appear as a lad, is fucking hard.

Louis is not unknown. He was in 1D and he's got 35 million followers on twitter. Right now he's catering to people outside of those 35 million followers, instead of trying to awaken those who are already partial to him. His shitty image is stopping the gp, and his own fans, from buying his music and going to his shows. People do know him, but people don't like what they see or what they hear. He's got one foot in each camp, and he's not committing. He's too rich boybander with teenage girl fans to be indie, and he's too grey haired, northern lad with issues with no hit songs to be commercially successful. The only one with a less appealing image is Liam.

He's yelling at larries, he's singing about larry. He's getting headlines at Glasto, but he isn't headlining Glasto. His monthly listeners is falling day by day. To figure out how to promo him, they need to figure out what the goal is and how to get him there. I fear the goal is being mid, the promo is mid and the effort is mid. I also fear Louis is viewing himself as mid and the confidence in himself is mid. So we see some half assed efforts and missed opportunities. If the goal is being mid, then that's disappointing, and it's going to be hard staying mid, when his fans is used to success, superstardom and effort being made.

I don't understand Louis and his team at all. Even if he's got things against him that he can't control stopping him from progressing, he's fumbling a lot on his own too. He doesn’t need to be mid at all, he has potential to be so much more, but it does look like that mid is where it's at.

#solo louis #louis image #boyband politics #lthq #accent

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beyondthemic · 8 months ago

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The Algorithm

While i do have some inherent curiosity on how the youtube algorithm works and what it decides to serve me to watch.. in other ways I, a) know I won't be able to comprehend it, and then b) i'll probably horribly rabbit hole if i do learn so perhaps it's better just not to know. And to that end actually while i'm on the subject, the algorithm i mean, it's gotten worse, hasn't it? Like, i've already watched that soccer game highlight reel. Why do you think you should serve it to me again? Who watches game highlights more than once? I could understand a music video i've watched a few times and it can probably guess i'd watch it again, but shouldn't it be smarter? And man, i'd love learn what metadata tags it is identifying ME as.. what neat box do i fit into? And then, well, can you connect me with similar minded locals in my area? Cause, uh, i need more friends here...

SEE, what's already happening? Okay, I digress cause anyway, i was awfully happy to randomly get served a cover that Anastasia wrote which prompted me to discover her EP, 'Girl with the Hourglass Eyes' which is just frankly awesome. Great singer/songwriter, folky music, more in the easy-listening vibe, but there is definite complexity behind the tracks and it's hard not to say it's just... good. Really good. Check her out!

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AH HA, and here's the OG cover. Doesn't hurt that the OG song is a masterpiece either, but still.

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And so.. a pledge that i've been making for a few years now is that I'll actually physically (or digitally) buy 1 album a month, and try to buy it from as close to the source as possible (no itunes, amazon, etc..) typically from an indie artist who'll actually likely see/benefit from that purchase, and yes, while I know I'm an insignificant nobody, just makes me a little better about giving in a place that could actually make an impact somewhere. And hey, if i'm supporting an artist doing something I wish i could do myself.. that even makes me happier. So, yea, I bought Anastasia's album, and a few days a later... her CD arrives WITH A NOTE FROM HER HERSELF THANKING ME FOR SUPPORTING HER. I'm pretty sure it made my week. Keep making music Anastasia! Happy to buy anything you put out there. You should do the same.

#anastasia #anastasia lynne #girl with the hourglass eyes #beneath us #bothered #Youtube

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gaynaruto · 5 years ago

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Bruh if you have any recommendations for “sad woman singing unintelligibly” I am so fuckin here.

lol listen to phoebe bridgers, snail mail, sharon van etten, shannon moser, rosie tucker, LOMELDA (big fav I love her), Jay som, lala the band ( also a fav), hop along, peach kelli pop, sidney gish, valley queen that's just some on my spotify that I just saw

#anyways i do be listening to indie girl singers

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becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys · 4 years ago

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For the uninitiated Welsh-descended Canadian, if that makes a difference, do you have any contemporary Welsh music recommendations?

SURE DO, FRIEND! Okay, so, caveats: I have no idea what your taste in music is like, and also, I know dick-all about music tbh and can't tell one genre from another, so take these descriptions with a pinch of salt. Especially consider that I am synaesthetic, and music is one of those areas where I literally cannot tell what is a universal reaction and what's just My Brain; my Spotify includes a play list of "dry music", which to me is a self-evident and understandable genre, but others seem to disagree.

SO, with that out of the way, my top picks:

Y Bandana. My fave Welsh language band, personally - um, a bit rocky, a bit indie? Maybe? The lead singer has the most beautiful voice, like if you heard his voice in a wood you'd be like "Fuck me, them faeries are having a rave" but you'd definitely step into the ring and lose 100 years. Beautiful. I could recommend their entire back catalogue happily, but I'll try to limit myself: Cân y Tân is a nice mellow love song, Siwgwr Candi Mêl is dry (I'm sorry I know but I can't help it) and rocky and also fucking filthy if you listen to the lyrics, Wyt Ti'n Nabod Mr Pei? is a tongue in cheek one about a bogeyman of sorts, Geiban is a sing-it-loud good time song.

Yws Gwynedd. Yws does not have as beautiful a singing voice maybe, but Sebona Fi is 100% a faerie song. Listen to that one and try not to smile. You'll fail. They're an indie band, I think. Can also recommend Mae 'Na Le and... actually, most things off the Codi/Cysgu album.

Kizzy Crawford. Kizzy's great - she's a black singer from Carmarthen way and she likes to combine Welsh music with soul/jazz elements and it is fantastic. I really like y Drudwy, but she's got gold in her back catalogue. She did a great one for Cân i Gymru a few years back called Brown Eurosydd and she was robbed not to win.

Candelas. Most Welsh singers look like a bunch of sixth formers doing a gig at the local pub, so Candelas are notable in that they actually have the One Man Who Looks Like a Rock Star. Best song is Llwytha'r Gwn, which they did with Alys Williams (she has the most perfect and beautiful singing voice, but I personally hate her own music, so this is her best work.) In a lot of their music they have a similar sound to the Smiths, which I personally dislike because it feels like cold slime custard (damn synaesthesia) but if you like the Smiths, you'll probably find something in Candelas. The other one of theirs I quite like is Anifail.

Meinir Gwilym. Okay, if singer-songwriters are your thing, Meinir is great. I met her once and I swear she is one inch tall. Lovely girl. Very strong gog accent. Anyway, I absolutely adore Fi Fi Fi, but it's not on bloody Spotify - you have to find it on YouTube. Other highlights: Cymru USA (this one is batshit), Glaw, and Siglo Dy Sail.

Fflur Dafydd. Also one of my fave Welsh authors, but that's another post. Fflur is more pop music, which is not classically My Thing, but some of her stuff is fun. Porthgain is her best. She's got one about being short that's really great, can't remember its name. She's got quite a bit, though.

Yr Ods. They're kind of indie but they have a more synthetic kind of sound? More... I dunno, keyboards maybe. They're interesting. My fave is Nid Teledu Oedd y Bai.

Swnami. I might get a bit synaesthetic here, but Swnami have a very processed kind of sound. Like they had super high production values. They're great, but slightly plastic. Um. That may not make sense. Listen to Eira, that's pretty good.

Gwibdaith Hen Fran. Moving folk-wards now! A little bit rocky still, but mostly folk. Very irreverent. Their classic song is Trôns Dy Dad, but I also like Coffi Du (so very joyful) and Tanygrisiau (closer to pure folk).

Brigyn. Folk-electronica, kind of? A bit? They're interesting, they are primarily folk, but their music is very electric. Their best song is Os Na Wnei Di Adael Nawr, and you can find acoustic versions of it with a real harp, but their standard music uses keyboards.

Fernhill. Pure, traditional Celtic folk - they're a Welsh/Breton band, and they sing in Welsh, French and occasionally English. They are so traditional Welsh folk that one of their main instruments is the pibgorn, which sounds incredible - you can hear it on Llatai, which is my favourite and a fun, quick paced song. I'm pretty sure they use it on Ffarwel i Aberystwyth too, which is a hauntingly slow song, so between the two you can get a great idea of it.

Oh, and I should finish with Gwenno. She's not really my cup of tea, but she's excellent at what she does for those who like pop music. Patriarchaeth is probably the best one.

There's probably a bunch more I'm forgetting. I may add to this over the next week!

#welsh music #musics

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dreaming-of-assclass · 4 years ago

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3-E Bedroom Aesthetic Headcanons Part 1

I’m simply bored rn so why not?

Fuwa

It’s very obvious she’s into mangas/anime’s lmao

Has a lot of merch and posters all around, as well as cute plushies

Likes to keep it dark most of the time so she can watch/play on her TV. If she wants to read or write, she can just turn on her lamp.

Bed is a standard size, but filled with a ton of pillows and blankets so she’s comfy while doing whatever. It’s also perfect for building blanket forts or starting pillow fights with friends

Looks like this but maybe less intense haha

Nakamura

Has a fairly spacious room that she loves

Prefers sunlight so she keeps her curtain open for as long as she can

Has a few posters of singers that she really likes

Her room overall has a pretty indie vibe. It’s super chill though

Literally never makes her bed. Ever.

Has a desk but she likes to do homework on the floor for some reason

Looks like this but a lot messier

Isogai

He has the smallest bedroom in his house, and he completely offered to take it.

It’s very cramped :( He only fits his bed, desk, and dresser inside there.

Doesn’t spend a lot of time in his room though because of his very busy schedule

Cant fit a bookshelf so he keeps his textbooks and such under his desk.

His room is tidy for the most part but it’s probably just because he’s barely there

The lighting is pretty awful. He once saved up some of his money to buy a proper lamp that would be better for studying

Sugaya

I know y’all weren’t expecting him to be a plant mom lmao, but listen: his parents are into artisan crafts, his sister travels, they are an artsy family ok?

So his room has a lot of greenery inside, and he takes care of all his plants UwU

His room is very much a reflection of himself and all his rebellious energy. So he’s painted his walls, put up posters or quotes he resonates with, etc.

His bed is minimalistic because he’s barely in it tbh. Whenever he wants to chill or draw, he has a mini sofa. It’s also seating for whenever he brings friends over.

Room’s kinda cramped but he prefers it that way

Looks like this

Okuda

Her room is very minimalistic but has a sweet vibe to it

Likes open-lighting but has a habit of leaving the curtains closed even after finishing her experiments

Has a view plants that she takes care of very responsibly

Doesn’t like having a boring white room, so she’s put up flower images and art around, just to give it more life.

Her desk area is kind of a mess filled with papers and such haha. Despite that, she still makes room for when she wants to carry out another spontaneous experiment

Her lab equipment is all in a spare room in the house, solely for her use. So there’s not much in her room but you might see a vial of poison randomly somewhere lol

Looks like this

Muramatsu

Has one of the smaller rooms in his family’s apartment above the restaurant and it annoys him sometimes

At least he doesn’t have to share with his brother anymore though....

Anyways yeah. It’s pretty minimalistic. He doesn’t use a desk, and instead works on the floor or in the living room. Usually studies with his friends.

His clothes take up most of the room lmao, boy cares about his wardrobe a lot

Bed is always messy but he tries not to leave piles of clothing around, or leaving any dirty dishes.

Full-length mirror so he can check out his outfits every morning and take selfies

Leaves tissues, a few graphic novels, cookbooks by his bed, as well as some other things on his lil makeshift nightstand

Sleeps with a fox plushie. Will deny that its his vehemently, even if it’s right there in front of you.

Hara

Gets the best room bc she’s the eldest and the only girl hehehe

Her room is honestly the definition of cozy

A very soft rug covers most of the floor, and it’s great to just lay on tbh

Always has very warm lighting because she prefers that vibe. Sometimes lights up candles if she’s feeling it

Has a lot of storage space so her room is never really cramped or full. Also keeps it very tidy all the time.

Hides her private stuff away from her little brothers, who snoop around a lot

If no one else is home, sometimes she clears her floor and tries out wrestling moves or fitness stuff on her rug.

Mimura

HE HAS A FILM PROJECTOR!!!

Keeps a very huge extensive collection of all his fav movies in a corner of the room, stored in a box

His room is medium-sized but he has so much shit that he hasn’t organized yet, it’s a bit tight

His desk is near his bookshelf, and he prefers to study during the day. Then at night, he can chill with some movies and snacks

He has a lava lamp and he loves it. It was a gift from Fuwa for his birthday actually

Tries to be tidy but he just doesn’t have the energy to go through all his stuff and organize it

Doesn’t have a rug and he really wants one bc it’s hell every morning, to step onto the freezing wooden floor and yelp loudly at 6am

Bonus:

Kanzaki’s gaming corner

#assclass #ansatsu kyoushitsu #assassination classsroom #post #headcanons #yuzuki fuwa #rio nakamura #yuuma isogai #sumire hara #takuya muramatsu #manami okuda #sosuke sugaya #kouki mimura #yukiko kanzaki #bedroom aesthetic

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revoltinglittleworm · 3 years ago

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long post about my show

sorry idk how to do a read more on mobile

sooo about my show last night lmao. i was definitely nervous and i think it ofc reflected on me during the performance which is like. ok. thats fine, i expected that. when i got there there wasn’t a lot of ppl there and i talked to a few ppl and they were nice and friendly. and then later i started to set up my stuff and we had to find the right plugs and cords and such for my laptop but eventually we got it working. my music sounded p good all loud and stuff. and then as ppl slowly started to come in i went up to perform and i felt a bit awkward mainly bc there werent too many ppl and i was just singing. i think what will help my significantly in the future is having something to do whether playing the guitar or piano (preferably guitar) bc i just do not consider myself a singer and for that to be the only thing going on for me was kinda taking me out of the zone. i danced a little but the crowd was like. not dead? but not very dance-y. i wanted them to really vibe and there were a few people who were but majority were just kinda softly bopping their heads or something which is fine ig. i thought i didnt sound very good on the mic (probs bc first time performing live and it was hard to hear myself) but then i saw a video of me singing later and i think it was decent and better than what i thought. i did have some fun and it was nice to hear everyone cheer and clap and what not after each song that definitely held me in there. but overall i think the vibe was not mine. like it was so indie which is kinda my thing but not entirely. it was almost like. straight white indie. not like gay indie u know ? everyone seemed pretty straight (lots of very obviously cis straight girls and boys). and they seem to be the kinda music lovers who probably froth at the mouth when listening to like. phoebe bridgers. idk i say this bc the guy who went on after me was very good but he just had his guitar and sang. no backup instrumentals at all. and he sounded great! but it was just that kinda vibe that was so different than mine. i knew absolutely no oneeee there. and everyone loved this guy after me bc they all KNEW him. like lifelong friends. and the straight girls next to me were like wetting themselves just watching him lmfao. i was like ok yea i dont see myself really making a lot of friends at this place. or in general anywhere hahahah. i talked to some guys who were really chill and nice and honestly i got much better vibes from the straight guys than i did from the girls ? idk. they just seemed like they were there for the cute boys while the guys were there bc they are genuine music nerds. and they were very sweet to me for the most part. very helpful as well. i just felt very out of place and uncomfy bc i obviously dont know what im doing when it comes to this kinda stuff yet. so i decided to leave after the second set and i felt kinda bad about it but my thoughts were building up and i was like ok i gotta go. so on the train ride home i felt intensely suicidal, like more so than i usually get. i cried on the train and i think its honestly mainly bc i dont feel like i belong anywhere and that i will never find a place where i do feel myself and understood and accepted. and i kinda spiraled. after some reflection with gf when i got home, i realized it wasn’t even so much the performance that made me feel bad but just the thought of loneliness and how i feel like i will never fit in anywhere or make friends that are really meaningful to me. it made me wanna give up in the moment. in music and in life lol but i do know i tend to be a black or white kinda person. anyway. hopefully for my next show ill be more prepared and also be able to play some parts of my music live bc i think that will be what saves me really. and makes me have a good time. and also hopefully i will be in an environment that vibes more with what im putting out there. although i did got a lot of compliments on my set, like everyone was pretty supportive. it just felt weird.

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keijikunn · 4 years ago

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Memories ─ part i

── A @celestialarchiveshq collab “Connected by fate”

Pairing: Semi Eita x fem!reader Tags: college!au, kinda angst i guess, fluff, SLOW BURN, maybe strangers to lovers!au Summary: On the last day of the year, you dream of your soulmate’s most impactant memory that happened within the year. Each memory will be different each year. Word count: ~3.6k

Author’s note: I’m late and I’m so so sorry! I said I’d comeback by the end of January, but here we are in March lol. I can explain why I took so long in another post, if you want, but anyways. Here’s my piece from the soulmate!au collab from @celestialarchiveshq ! I decided to break it into pieces, because so far I have 9k words and you don’t deserve this. Anyways, hope you enjoy and stay tunned for the next part!

WARNINGS: insecurity, mention of injury (it’s a broken arm), self-esteem issues, let me know if I forgot anything

MEMORIES’ MASTERLIST

You didn’t know who your soulmate was, the little information you had about them was that you only knew they were a boy and had a huge passion for volleyball and music. But one thing that you knew for sure about him was that he desperately needed a hug. Not because he’s supposedly your partner for life, your one true love, your missing piece. No. Your soulmate mark taught you things are more than that, that there’s more colours than just black and white, more than just simple and exact definitions.

Being able to access his most important memory of the year through a dream was both a blessing and a curse. The first one is quite obvious, it meant your soulmate had overall a good year, no bad day overshadowed the good ones. However, when the second case occurred, it pained you to know that he went through a lot, and you couldn’t do anything.

It was hard to predict how much a couple of consecutive bad memories could have changed your soulmate. Knowing only an hour or so piece of the 8760 hours of the last year, let you little to no room to guess how he coped with it. You couldn’t help but think what did he do to deserve all the insecurities and self-doubt he’s been receiving. What happened to the sweet boy that still believed hard work was worthy?

2004 (age of 10)

Your soulmate was running towards his front door, ignoring his young sister’s whines to slow down, but he didn’t pay attention. He was eager to see what was the surprise his father told him before he left for school. What could it be? Your soulmate’s voice, a pitch higher due to his age, resonated inside his head.

“Mom, dad, I’m home!” He exclaimed, kicking out his shoes to quickly enter the living room; only to receive a stern look from his mother, pointing with her fingers his shoes, indicating he had to organize it. “Okay, I’m doing it.”

“Mom! Nii-chan didn’t wait for me when I asked!” His sister, Aime, complained, closing the door behind her.

The older woman scolded the young boy, who scratched the back of his neck, apologizing to his sister next. The feeling of excitement filled his body once again when his father, still wearing the shirt and pants from his suit, appeared in his vision, holding a large package.

“Welcome back, kids.” He grinned, placing the mysterious box on the floor to spread his arms so Aime could jump into his embrace. Your soulmate did not waste time to approach his father, who messed up with his hair. “Son, are you ready for your surprise?”

“It’s not fair that nii-chan’s getting a present! It’s not even his birthday.” Aime whined, both parents exchanged a brief smile, before the mother held onto her shoulders, guiding her to sit on the sofa next to her brother. He was almost jumping on his seat, bouncing his legs as if that motion would stop him from throwing himself at the box to open it.

“The reason why me and mama decided to gift nii-chan is because he listened very well to us,” the older man started to explain. “Do you remember what he asked us a few months ago, Aime?”

“I asked if I could get my own guitar!” Your soulmate piped in, almost bursting into happiness as he connected the dots.

“And we talked to you two about it, right?” Their mother continued, instigating her children to remember the topic of that conversation.

“Mama and papa said that if we dedicate ourselves to something we really want, they could get us what we asked.” The young girl replied obediently.

“Nii-chan has been dedicating himself to his guitar lessons, so we thought about rewarding his hard work.” Their dad finally announced what your soulmate had guessed all along, a smile spreading on his face. After receiving a light nod from them, the boy immediately put his hands on the wrap, tearing it apart to reveal a beautiful guitar. “We’re expecting extra hard work from now on, buddy.”

“I will!” He exclaimed, hugging both parents tightly, cheeks hurting from his large grin. “Thank you so much!!”

September, 2017 (current time, age of 23)

The memories were blurred in your mind, though all feelings and sensations burned in your heart whenever you remembered it. You always saw them in your soulmate’s perspective, being privileged enough to have a piece of his happiness - or cursed to feel the sadness that washed over in other years.

It was perhaps his fault that you got so hooked on music and learned how to truly appreciate it, you somehow felt connected with him, as if it was a language only you two knew. It didn’t really matter the genre of the music, you could listen to an indie band from your college or a worldwide superstar; your heart knew how to stay tuned to different frequencies, absorbing the perfect high notes to the bass riff that made your bones shake.

That was how you met this eccentric lead vocal and guitarist from a rock-ish band in your college department, a guy with ash blonde hair, narrowed eyes and a voice filled with unsaid emotions. Semi Eita appeared to be angry at anyone at any time of the day, quick to offer snarky replies with his sharp tongue. It could be just a persona he created as his band progressively became well-known around college, or could be just himself and his lack of interest in people in general.

You got to know him through your friend - and the band’s drummer - Akihiko, after one of their performances on a local live-house most college students go on a Friday night. Semi sat far from his bandmates, who were talking excitedly with each other and a couple of friends, with the same scowl you’ve seen in a picture Akihiko once showed you.

“Guys, this is my friend Y/n,” he introduced you as soon as you two entered the small backstage room reserved for the performers. “She’s really into music, so I decided to invite her to one of our presentations.”

“It’s nice to meet you all!” You exchanged greetings, while you noticed the lead vocal just rolled his eyes and busied himself with his phone. “I enjoyed it a lot today! I could feel every instrument resonating through my body. Please invite me for your next performance!”

Throughout the whole night you hang out with the band, Semi stayed quiet on his own, enjoying a bottle of beer too lost inside his head. His bandmates reassured you he was fine, the guy wasn’t a fan of gathering with friends or any sort of social contact - which was ironic to say the least, after all, he spends his free time entertaining people.

Despite the singer’s wish to avoid contact, many girls - and guys - approached him perhaps to initiate a small talk, or maybe to end up on a secluded corner of the live-house with their mouths on his. His quite mysterious façade was intriguing, you even admitted it to yourself, as a possible explanation to his “fame” around people, and maybe that was the reason he attracted many people.

You only got the chance to have a proper conversation with him on the next band rehearsal, which Aikihiko invited you per the other’s request. Inside the soundproof studio, you sat on a chair across Semi, who was too busy tuning his guitar to care about your gaze on him. He still sported the same scowl in his face, however, this time you could notice a hint of excitement - maybe even a silent love towards his instrument and what he was able to do with it.

“Are you done staring at me?” Semi asked angrily, lifting his head from the tuning keys he had just finished adjusting. “Why are you here? Aren’t you Akihiko’s hookup or something?”

“First of all, ew!” You exclaimed, face contorting in a grimace at the thought. “I know him too well to feel attracted! Besides, he permanently smells like cigarettes, it’s awful.”

“Just wait until he arrives, the studio will be infested by this shit.” He replied with a huff, rubbing his hand against his face. “For real, though, why are you here?”

“The other guys invited me to watch you practice,” you said, then leaning down to grab a notebook from your bag by your foot on the floor. “They think watching you play will help me with an activity I have to turn in before the winter break.”

“What is it?” Semi seemed interested, you noticed, putting his guitar on its support, crossing his left leg. Although you two were talking for a couple of minutes, you still felt a cold barrier between you two. It was quite noticeable as how the lead singer guided the conversation, questioning you and your reasons to be there.

“I attend the music course as an extracurricular activity, and I have to produce a song by the end of the semester.” The room fell in silence, but you could almost hear the gears in Semi’s head turning. “And I’m also here to convince you to sing for my project.”

“No.”

“Expected.” You laughed amused as Semi’s eyebrow twitched at your response. “Do you like barbecue? I can take you to an expensive restaurant as a payment.”

“You’re not gonna bribe me.” He stated, narrowing his eyes to send you sharp looks. In response, you smirked at his reaction. Just like Akihiko told me he would react.

“You’re right, I’m not gonna bribe you,” you mirrored his posture: left leg over the right one, arms crossed on the chest. But, contrary to him, you opened a smile, though your eyes screamed at the challenge in front of you. “I’m going to make you agree with me.”

October, 2017 (current time, age of 23)

A month has passed since your very first talk with Semi Eita, and although you didn’t make any progress regarding your project, you’re getting to know a bit more about the real Semi - not just the cold façace he shows. He is indeed quick with comebacks, hot tempered - especially when he’s talking about music, the boy stands still for his beliefs in what would be better for the band - but, Semi seems to have a huge wall separating his deepest sides from his friends. As if something holds him back from being true to his feelings.

“C’mon, Semi, we’re having a movie night,” Akihiko whined once again. “Stop watching this volleyball game and let me start choosing the movie!”

“He won’t budge Akihiko, it’s his friends playing.” The bassist, Takeshi, laughed at the rather unilateral discussion: the lead singer’s eyes were still trained on the screen, watching carefully every movement; while the drummer tried to snatch the remote control from the other’s grip. “You should know by now that he analyses carefully every Ushiwaka’s movements to scold him later.”

“I don’t do that!” Semi spoke up, diverting his gaze from the TV, proceeding to push Akihiko away from him. “Ushijima doesn’t need my comments. He never did, anyways.”

“So, the famous Semi Eita is also a sportist?” You teased him, nudging his left left leg with your foot, since you were half laying on the couch. “And has his phone number? Impressive.”

“Our lead singer had the honour to play on the same team as Ushijima Wakatoshi.” Akihiko threw his arm forcefully around the ash blond haired boy, earning a groan in protest. “And played against the Adlers’ setter, right? And you lost, right?”

“You don’t have to remember me, Akihiko-san, thank you very much.” He removed his bandmate over himself to look at you. “And I’m not a sportist.”

“How come not, Semi?” Takeshi retorted rhetorically, the smile on his face gave away his enjoyment in teasing him. “You had a sport scholarship in Shiratorizawa, you have to be at least great in volleyball!”

“Yeah…” Semi muttered lowly, lowering his gaze to the wooden floor of Akihiko’s apartment, clearly bothered by the turn the conversation took. “Choose the movie, I’ll make the popcorn.”

As he left the room, the other two guys exchanged looks, and you kind of deduced they went too far in this topic. To say you were curious about why him attending such a powerhouse school was delicate was an understatement, the urge to get up and follow him to the kitchen and shoot him questions was undeniable high - but you weren’t a senseless person.

Another part of Semi Eita’s personality presented itself to you, holding as many secrets as the façade he shows to everyone else does. You couldn’t help but think about how many experiences he went through to close himself like that, but more than that, you tried to imagine what kind of story Semi could tell through a song. That was the reason why you wanted so bad his participation in your project.

Semi Eita could tell a great story if he wanted to. And you would try your best to make it happen.

2008 (age of 14)

Your soulmate slowly dragged himself back home from school, body sore and longing for a long hot shower to relieve the stress of his muscles. Finals were taking a toll on him, especially when he was about to graduate middle school and needed to pave his way to good high schools. The sidewalk was slightly slippery due to the recent melted snow, droplets of water occasionally hitting his uniform’s pants near his ankles.

Soon enough, he found himself opening the front door, being welcomed by a warmer environment. The young boy removed his shoes and heavy coat, greeting tiredly his mother and sister, who were both in the kitchen making dinner. Your soulmate headed to his bedroom ready to throw himself on his bed, wishing the mattress could swallow him. However, as soon as he turned the lights on, a white envelope with a familiar purple logo on the table caught his attention.

His hands worked quickly in tearing the material apart, removing a single sheet from the inside. The euphoria already dominated his senses, eyes barely proceeding to read the name of the institution at the top of the paper - but he knew which one was. His eyes scanned the words, eagerly searching for what he was wishing to himself for the past few weeks.

“Mom!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, running out of his room to find her. “I made it! With a sports scholarship!”

“Oh my gosh, congratulations!” The woman cheered, drying her hands on her apron to involve her son in a tight embrace. His cheeks hurt from how wide he was smiling, but the bursting sensation of pride in his chest made up for that.

I am good at something, after all. I made it to a huge school through my volleyball abilities.

I’m not replaceable.

Mid October, 2017 (current time, age of 23)

“What the heck happened to you?” The words left your mouth before you could even think after you entered the usual studio the band usually rehearses. Akihiko was seated behind his set of drums, scrolling aimlessly through his phone; and Takeshi finished setting up his bass on the amplifiers. But what surprised you the most was the cast on Semi’s left arm, holding it in a position he couldn’t stretch it.

“Hi, Y/n,” Semi waved cynically with his right hand, “I am fine, thank you for worrying about my well being.”

“We need your help.” Both Akihiko and Takeshi said.

“Why do I feel it’s related to the fact Semi broke his arm?” You questioned, glaring at the lead vocal suspiciously.

“The band has a presentation in a week and Semi can’t play the guitar for obvious reasons,” the bassist started approaching you, offering you a bright yellow pick - which you accepted, still not sure about the end of the conversation. “We’re lacking a guitarist, but Akihiko said you’re pretty good, right?”

“Uh… maybe?”

“What Takeshi is trying to say is,” Semi cut his bandmate, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. “We need you to play the guitar as support for our next concert.”

It was unexpected, you thought with yourself, by the little you knew about Semi and his relation to music, you imagined he would ask any close friend of his that he trusted. Perhaps Akihiko mentioned you know how to play, he could have even shown him a few recordings you did in the college studio. Either way, hearing Semi inviting you was a surprise.

“Sure, I guess?” Your answer sounded more like a question, evidencing your state of confusion and unsureness. “Wouldn’t you guys want someone else, though?”

“No.” The ash blonde hair boy answered without hesitation, once again surprising you. “You’ll do it just fine.”

You quickly exchanged looks with Akihiko, in hopes to discover that it was a huge prank or even a childish comeback from Semi regarding your stubbornness of having his vocals on your project. However, the drummer nodded his head; his facial expression didn’t give any sign of mischievousness like it usually does.

Semi stopped in front of you, handing you his own guitar. The instrument felt foreigner in your grasp, as if a simple guitar held secrets and hidden feelings of its owner - and it might do. You felt oddly connected to the guy in front of you, the same one who denied every invite of yours to sing for a couple of minutes for an extracurricular project.

As your fingers strummed the strings, you noticed how perfectly tuned the guitar was and you were quickly to mentally facepalm yourself. It’s obvious Semi Eita would take such a good care of his guitar, the boy loved music after all. After adjusting the strap over your shoulder to fit your much smaller stature than the owner’s, you played a couple of chords to make the final adjustments on the amplifiers.

“So, tell me the setlist I need to work on.” The three men smiled gratefully at you - though Semi’s looked more like a grimace, but you understood. They proceeded to fill you up with plenty of songs and minor details you should be aware of about their style, rearragended chords.

The hours flew by while you were in the studio with the band, the four of you fell in a good synchronization - if an outsider saw the rehearsal, they would never guess you weren’t the main guitarist. Playing with them felt familiar, all your frequencies merged into one smoothly, even easily. You adapted yourself to Akihiko’s excitement and Takeshi’s quirks during his solos, but the easiest one to work with was Semi.

His style of singing fitted perfectly with your own strumming habits, even the occasional exchange of looks was easily understood between you two. He seems to be too arrogant on stage, pretending as if he was the best amaetur performer in college - but in a sense, Semi could think like this. The way he easily went with the flow with a new element in the studio, someone he has never seen playing before.

“Great job, guys!” Akihiko exclaimed, clapping his hands a couple of times. You put the yellow pick on the top of the amplifier and cracked your knuckles, feeling your fingers a little stiff from the almost two hours rehearsal. And you did well, Y/n, you even remembered all the chords!”

“Akihiko!” Your whine made both the drummer and the bassist laugh. “I can remember things, okay?”

“Then tell me why can’t you remember your soulmate’s memories?” He wiggled his eyebrows, daring you to answer him. When you didn’t reply, he snorted. “You can’t even defend yourself on that! Anyway, we rented the studio for another hour, but I have some business to solve at home. Feel free to stay until the end, okay? Thank you for the practice!”

“Thank you.” You smiled, sending off the drummer. While you quietly went through the songs you weren’t familiar in the setlist, Takeshi bid farewell to you and Semi - leaving you two alone. “If you wanna leave, just let me know and I’ll stop, okay?”

“You are good,” Semi complimented you, not answering your statement. “Akihiko-san wasn’t lying after all, you are indeed good.”

“Why do you sound so surprised?” The studio was filled with rhythmical strums, following your favourite song of the list while you quietly hummed the lyrics. “I suppose Akihiko showed you a few things I did for the course.”

“Actually, he didn’t,” His response caught you off guard, your right hand stopping its motion in the middle of the song’s bridge. “And I suggested your name as support. I kind of wanted to see what’s up with you and music.”

“And what do you think, Semi?”

“Why do you want me to sing your song for the project?” He asked, ignoring your question completely. You arch your eyebrows in surprise, earning the same gesture - as if he was inciting you to answer him.

“I strongly believe that music has an unique power to deliver messages. It could be the lyrics, the instrumental or just the performance… everything has a meaning.” You stated, adjusting the guitar in your lap properly; eyes fixed on the man in front of you. “From my point of view, after watching you perform and how you interact with music, I imagined you have some deep feelings buried inside of you that could be delivered through a song. Somebody could relate to you and feel grateful for you expressing something they might couldn’t.”

“I’ll do it.” Semi said after a few seconds in silence, surprising you. When you looked at his face, a small smile adorned his features. You mirrored his expression, though yours were much larger in order to convey your happiness.

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heyheydidjaknow · 4 years ago

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I would’ve posted this earlier but, alas, I passed out early. This is a longer one, but tumblr got its act together so I can post it all in one part. You guys know where the other chapters are, and if you don’t, they’re at the end of the chapter. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go eat straight Nutella.

Chapter 10

“I’m thinking about getting some gloves.”

He looks over at you as he laces up his skates. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod, smiling slightly to yourself as you look your hands over, trying to imagine what they would look like. “Like, badass, fingerless gloves.”

He smiles. “Dude, those would look metal as fuck.”

“Totally, right?” Your smile widens. “With studs and shit.”

He gets to his feet, hopping onto the ice. “Hell yeah.” He drops a puck to assault as you go back to your backed-up coursework the best you can—your handwriting has gone to hell, but you are working with what you have.

You flinch at the crack of his stick, the cross of the T ending up underneath the letter somehow. A cheer from Casey tells you the rubber cylinder’s fate.

‘I swear I learned this.' You squint at the basic algebra, the pencil, crudely held in your fist, hovering over the packet. ‘Why can’t I do this?’

“How’s your pile coming along?” Another crack.

“It’s comin’.” You run your fingers through your hair. “Just… trynna remember how to do ne—… subtraction.” ‘Not debate. Negating is debate.’

He laughs. Another crack. “Man, that thing really fucked you over, huh?”

“Thoroughly.” You decide against continuing to torture yourself, having been at it for the past five hours—most of it in the library before Casey invited you to watch him practice some more— and set the large stack of homework back in your bag. “Are you actually making the shots?”

“Casey Jones doesn’t miss shots.” Another crack.

“Pardon me, oh almighty king of the ice.” You stand on your good leg, grabbing the side of the wall to watch as he went back to collect his pucks.

You two have managed to bond over a mutual respect/love of heavy metal and hockey and, seeing as you are staying out of the Hamatos’ hair for a while—not upon request, but out of courtesy—you have managed to spend a lot more time with him than you may have otherwise. Your school has not assigned Biology any big projects yet, so, until you are assigned it, you do not have anything other than your health to stress about.

“Pardon accepted.” You watch his form as he performs another slap shot.

“You…” you trail off, trying to remember what you were going to say.

“What?”

You shrug. “Dunno.” You lean your head on your arms. “I’ll remember eventually.”

He drops the second puck. “Got any plans after this?”

You sigh. “Nope. Probably gonna head home and try not to cut my fingers making dinner again.”

He takes another shot. “Then let’s go out after this. You and me.”

You smile. “What, don’t have any plans either?”

“Nah.” He drops the third. “Dad doesn’t care if I’m home late anyway.”

“True, true.” You have decided against prying into his home life; it is not your place and does not concern you in the slightest. “Where do you wanna go?”

“Wanna catch a movie? Heard there was this new pizza place just a couple blocks down if you wanna try to sneak it in.”

You snicker. “In the box and all?”

“Yes.” He grins mischievously and hits this one off the walls. Some way, somehow, it still makes it into the goal. “I bet your sweatshirt is big enough to stick the box under.”

You stick your tongue out at him. “Not in the mood for burns on top of scars, Jones,” you reprimand him teasingly. “That just ain't it.”

“Then you can wear mine under that one and—”

“Your sweat-soaked hoodie you’ve been practicing in all day?” You cringe at the thought. “Over my dead body.”

“I mean…” he licks his teeth, smile widening, “it’s not exactly like you’re in the best—”

You laugh. “So not cool!”

He puts his hands up in defense, gliding over. “I mean, am I wrong, though?”

“That is completely besides the point, you ass.” You balance on your foot, crossing your arms. “Damn. Making fun of the girl with the broken leg.”

He leans against the wall. “Man, you were dying before the crash.”

You roll your eyes. “Alright, whatever, Jones.” You lean against your hand. “How’s Johanna,” you sing.

He presses his hand against your face, pushing you away. “Annie is doing fine.”

You grin, steadying yourself on the wall. “Do you feel her, Johanna?”

“I’m gonna tell her you call her that if you don’t quit it.”

“Do you think that walls can hide her? Even when you’re at her window?”

He pushed his arm all the way out. You hop back.

“Her name isn’t even Johanna.”

“But she is Johanna,” you whine in protest, not bothering to hide your mirth. “She has the hair, the voice, the disposition. She’s an ingénue and you know it.” You have been teasing him about this for a while now: the girl in question—Annabelle Halshaw, a year below you two—had caught his eye when he had heard through the grapevine that she was the lead singer in some indie band. When he had shown you a picture and told you the story, you insisted on calling her Johanna for her golden hair and soft, sweet singing voice he had proudly had you listen to.

“She’s not.”

You roll your eyes, sitting back down as you grab your bag. “Lie to yourself all you want,” you goad, “but deep down, you know in your heart that the truth,” you put a finger up, “is apparent.”

He hops off the ice, sitting next to you as he unlaces his skates. “Whatever.” He smirks. “How’s The Don?”

You avert your gaze. “I haven’t seen ‘im.”

“Boo.” He tied the laces together. “Some girlfriend you are,” he ribs.

You go red. “Not my boyfriend. Not even friends with benefits.”

“Yeah, sure.” He sets the skates into his bag. “That’s why you already know his family.”

“That—”

“And why you’ve had him over to your place.”

“If you don’t cool your tits, I’m telling Lucy you’re crushing on her friend.”

“Don’t you dare!”

“What,” you simper, “think I won’t?”

He grabs his bag. “If you do, I’ll show her that video.”

You laugh, following him out of the rink. “You’re the worst.” You note how strange it is that he spent so little time on the ice as you two walk out, but you do not say anything about it.

“Hey, you’re the one throwing threats around.”

“Yeah,” you argue, “but my threat is clearly better.”

He rolls his eyes, pushing you again.

You two keep chatting on the way to the theatre about anything and everything, from new bands to upcoming games to the newest blockbuster horror movies. You are not personally on the hockey team, but, as his friend, it is your duty to care. Besides, you figure, it gives you something to look forward to.

The movie is fine. You convince him against sneaking an entire pizza in, you split a bucket of popcorn, and you give him shit for getting freaked out by the disembowelment scene. It is payback for him teasing you about crying during the last movie you two went to a couple of days ago.

You two stand at the streetlight.

“Dude, it’s like eight,” he groans. “It’s not even late.”

“True,” you agree. “Counterpoint: I still have another week’s worth of work to do by Friday on top of the homework I’ll have to do anyway, so unless you wanna help—”

“Forget I asked.” He pulls his hood up against the autumn wind. “Need me to walk you back?”

“Nah.” You shrug. “If someone mugs me, they’ll give me an excuse to not do my homework.”

“Murdered?

“I’m already halfway there.”

He grins. “See ya tomorrow, Y/N.”

“See ya, Jones.” You wave as he runs off.

The walk home is quiet and considerably easier than it was a couple of weeks ago. Seeing as you now get queasy whenever you get into a car, you have been limited to taking the subway and walking, which, among other things, has contributed positively to your physical strength. You know that you should probably at least try to take the bus or a cab around town to build your tolerance up, but the last time you tried, you had almost tripped and fallen from how shaky your legs were getting out. Oddly enough, you note as you go through the door, you do not have a considerably larger fear of heights than you did before, or of fire, but cars were tripping you up, even though you were the one that crashed it. You feel thankful that, at least, you do not think your fear is crippling. At least, you reason, you can still get into the car.

You lock the door behind you, debating whether you feel like adding to the collection of cuts you now possess— they are self-inflicted, but not intentionally so; you stubbornly refuse to acknowledge the fact that you physically cannot use your hands to cut things. You decide against it tonight, tossing your bag on the bed as you sprawl across it, admittedly exhausted. You allow yourself a couple of seconds with your eyes closed before you pull yourself up with a groan and get back to work.

A part of you wishes that you had the physical energy to stay out longer. You are always trying to find excuses not to sleep, and although the mountain of homework and readjusting your timelines for things you missed is certainly one way to keep yourself preoccupied, it is not exactly what you would consider fun. Then again, reliving your greatest traumas while you sleep is not exactly fun either.

You catch yourself peeling at the newly applied bandages on your fingers, fingernails catching under the crudely applied adhesives. Applying bandages properly requires more dexterity and patience than you currently possess, and you are hardly going to ask someone else for help with something as stupid as that. You have lasted this long without needing too much help. People can live by themselves. You will live, probably. Well? Not your concern.

‘I should eat something.’ Your eyes strain to focus on the piece of paper in front of you, your mind wandering aimlessly as you try to impress the actual importance of finishing this upon yourself, but you find that is an insurmountable feat.

You drop your bag off the side of the bed, reaching down and pulling your shoe off, leaning back into your pillows, the weight of the day practically immobilizing you. Fumbling hands switch the lamp off, bathing your room in momentary, blissful darkness before the gravity of your decision sets in.

“Alright, me,” you breathe to yourself. “What’s it gonna be today? My folks? Bradford? What’s his face? Hell,” you chuckle, “why not all three? I’m sadistic enough, I’m sure.”

You close your eyes. “Give me your worse,” you challenge as you slip into unconsciousness.

Two weeks.

He had kept his distance for about two weeks. It was not as if he did not care or was not morbidly curious what the crash had done to you—his glances through the curtains did not tell him much-- but, after some debate, he had figured you needed time to recuperate before you would want his company. Two weeks, he figured, would be enough time for you to get back on your feet or, at least, for you to start wanting company.

His excuse to see you had come in the form of his brother’s newfound prideful boasting. Feigning insult was as good an excuse as any to go see you; after all, he just so happened to be in the neighborhood anyway, and it was normal to pop in to see someone if you were already just a couple blocks down, right? Sneaking away was easy enough—they would not mind his absence—and he, after much prep work, knew exactly how and why he was going to say the things he would to get in your good favor. The plan, he knows, would have gone swimmingly.

His plans seem asinine when he hears you crying.

His brothers do not cry much. He does not, either; it was a habit that they had all thoroughly bullied themselves out of when they were much younger and, if they still did, he knew nothing of it. His master did not encourage this, per se, but talked, then, frequently about the importance of maintaining a more stoic disposition and not allowing emotions to cripple you in battle. Practically, Donatello was satisfied with that explanation, having not properly cried for more than a year now. To hear the sound again, especially coming from you, was novel.

Novel, too, is how you are crying. The sound is less of actual sobbing and more of you being strangled, quiet gasps for air escaping your lips as you shake on the bed, curled in on yourself and clutching at your chest as if whatever pain you are experiencing is centered and can be relieved by something between your collarbones. His eyes, for the first time, trace the lines on your skin, your sleeves riding up your arms to reveal them to him, tears racing down and along the gash in your face. Everything about the scene, from the soft gasping of panic to your position to the heavy scarring, is completely foreign to him, rivaled only by one or two particularly hard nights when he and his brother were much younger.

He slides in through the window, leaning onto the bed. His fingers flick your lamp back on as he grabs your shivering shoulder tightly, shaking you awake as he mumbles words of encouragement. He is not sure if his help will be appreciated, if snapping you out of it was even what he is supposed to do in this situation, but now is not the time to think of that. You are in pain. He can offer you this kindness. “Wake up,” he pleads, not thinking of how this would look until your eyes snap open to look at him.

Immediately, the reality of the situation sets in, and he scrambles off the bed. ‘Why did I think that would be a good idea?’ Panic. ‘You just walked into her room like a fucking creep. See, now she’s going to—’

“Sorry.”

He blinks, looking up at you from his place on the floor. “Huh?”

You clear your throat, wiping the tears from your eye with your sleeve quickly as you bring your knees to your chest, voice hoarse. “Sorry,” you repeat. “That you… I’m not sure what I’m apologizing for, but I know I should be apologizing.”

He is completely dumbfounded.

Your eyes glance to the open window. “I should probably start closing and locking my window, right?” You rub the back of your neck, voice clearing the longer you talk. “It didn’t occur to me since I’m so high up, but if you guys can get in, The Foot can too, right?”

‘Why is she apologizing?’

You push the hair out of your face. ‘You need something, right? I—uh—need to stop saying ‘right’ so much.” You shake your head to clear it. “’ Sup?”

He hears himself mumble some bullshit out about being in the neighborhood.

You sigh. “Sorry.” You close your eyes. “I’m usually up later; I’ve been so tired lately.”

‘Is she serious right now?’ He is completely lost. ‘She was just crying her eyes out in her sleep and now she’s apologizing? Did I miss something?’ You are smiling now, eyes still bloodshot, as if the whole thing is a figment of his imagination, still shivering where you sit.

He rises to his feet, kneeling in front of you on the bed. “What was it about?”

You blink, seemingly confused. “Huh?”

“Your nightmare,” he clarifies. “You were crying. What was it about?”

You avert eye contact. “Nothing too crazy,” you shrug. “Just about the crash. Nothing too exciting.” If possible, he thinks the bags under your eyes are worse than the last time you saw him.

He takes your hands loosely, turning them palms up to look, for the first time, at the patchwork quilt that is now your skin. “What happened in it?” He runs his thumb along the lines, keeping his voice low; he remembers how that used to help when Mikey used to have fits when they were younger. Leonardo and Raphael were never good at that; they took better to being more violently snapped out of their moods, but, then again, they never had this kind of breakdown; theirs were always more driven by loathing, self or otherwise.

You pause, still not looking him in the face as your muscles relax. He remembers, vividly, how he had done something similar when you two had first met, how much better, health-wise, you looked. ‘How long has it been since then? Three months? A little less?’

You take a deep breath. “Just… family shit,” you mumble, eyelids drooping as you trace his frame loosely. “Fire.”

Your gaze is piercing as you finally look at him properly. He feels something catch in his throat as you bow your head.

“It’s my fault, you know.” Your voice is so soft, barely a whisper. “That they’re dead, I mean.”

The air is a suffocating blanket that smothers you both.

“I never told you, did I?” Your focus does not shift as it might have a bit ago. It is locked solely and intensely on him, taking in every detail of his expression. “How I died? How they died? Why I died?”

Hesitantly, he shakes his head. He thinks it best to just be quiet and let you talk. He does not think he has ever heard anyone speak in quite the same tones, ever looked at him quite the same way you are.

You take another breath. “I wanted to try my hand at baking.” You force your eyes to stay focused on his. “I was—still am—not good about sleep. I always slept bad, and never at the right times. I used to take pills for it, to try to get myself back on track.”

He sees where this is going.

“I thought I could still stay up as late as I was used to.” You glance to the side, stealing yourself a second before focusing back on the boy in front of you. “I sat down in my room, turned on a movie. I set a timer. I fell asleep.” You swallow, hands shaking in his. “I can’t smell well, either. I must not have smelled the burning.” Your lips curl in a bitter smile. “Sure as fuck felt it, though, when I woke up.”

He lets you finish.

You try to blink the tears out of your eyes. “They were asleep,” Your voice rises ever so slightly. “I fell asleep at two something. I woke up when they started yelling.” You purse your lips, face reddening in shame as your nostrils flair. “They were trying to get someone out of bed when the roof caved in above them. My door got blocked.”

You feel yourself smile.

“So,” you strain not to cry, “that, Donatello, is why I’m here and why I’m dead, and why I really do deserve to burn again.” You laugh. “Hell, my body count is rivaling some serial killers, so that’s… that’s certainly something.”

He lets go of your hands, face blank.

You lean forward, placing your hands on your knees. “I don’t blame you,” You wipe a wayward tear out of your eyes, trying to swallow the frog in your throat. “Fuck, man, I’d think less of me, too, if it were me.” You nod towards the window. “I get it if you want to leave, but I thought you might want to know why—”

He stops you mid-sentence, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to him.

Your arms lay slack at your sides as you try to process what is happening.

He does not say a word.

You break.

You burry your face into him, tears welling in your eyes as you let out a strangled sob. You hold onto him tightly as you struggle to breathe, body shaking as you wrap your own arms around him the best you can. The sound roars in your ears like thunder, the deafening quiet of the apartment punctuated only by your own cries. He gently holds you there, resting his head on top of yours. Each sound you make sounds as though you are physically being choked by your guilt, and his chest feels as though it is being crushed by an invisible hand as he listens to your pain.

Neither of you knows how long you stay like that.

He considers telling you a story from a long time ago, about some training he and his brothers had back then, but thought better of it; he does not want to upset you any more than you already are, and being in good company with someone like him may not be exactly what you need right now. Granted, he does not know what you do need, but he knows listening to him talk about bashing brains would not help your sensibilities any.

Instead, he stays quiet.

You pull away after a while, wiping your face off again as you mumble out an apology.

“Don’t apologize.” He clears his throat. “It’s good to cry; it releases endorphins.”

You smile at that. “Well,” you giggle tearfully, “if it releases endorphins.”

He smiles back, face flushing. You look good, he thinks, even with your face all red. He knows that, scientifically, there is probably a reason, but he cannot think of it right now.

He stands up. “I’ll get—”

You grab his hand tightly.

He looks back at you.

“Can I ask a favor?”

He blinks. “Of course,” he agrees easily. “Anything.”

You glance off. “Promise not to take it weird?”

He feels his heart rate increase. “Y-yeah,” he nods.

He feels you pull him gently back on the bed. “Can you stay here tonight?”

His eyes widen as they flicker between the mattress and you. “What,” he clarifies breathlessly, “like sleep with you?”

You nod.

“In the same bed?”

You hesitate, nod again.

He clears his throat, face heating again. “Like, actually?”

“If it wasn’t actually, I wouldn’t ask, would I?” You grip his hand tightly. “I just really don’t want to be alone tonight.”

‘Oh.’ He mentally kicks himself. ‘She’s scared. Don’t make her uncomfortable.’

“It’s alright if you don’t—”

He is extremely quick to reassure you that he is more than happy—‘Bad choice of wording.’—to stay tonight until you fall asleep, but that he would not stay the whole night as to not worry his brothers.

You nod in agreement. “That’s fine.” You rub the back of your neck. “Not sure I would be good company when I wake up, anyway; I still have class.”

“Oh, right.” He nods in understanding, pushing himself further onto the bed. “Which side…?”

You shrug. “Which way do you face?”

“I usually lie on my stomach.”

“Then it doesn’t matter.” You slide your sweatshirt over your head after a bit of squirming around, tossing it onto the couch.

His face is now scarlet. “Okay then,” he mumbles, laying down on the side away from the window. ‘Is she going to—no, stop that.’

You look over at him, face down on the mattress. You can almost feel the heat coming off him. “Are you alright there, buddy?”

He nods.

You shrug, laying down under the blanket and curling into him, facing the window. “Mind getting the light?”

He reaches over, clicking it off.

You sigh in content, turning to face him, teetering on the edge of the mattress. “I’m not venomous,” you inform him teasingly. “I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: of the two of us, you should not be the one who’s a nervous wreck.”

“You dunno that.” His voice is muffled by the bed.

“You’re the strong one,” you argue.

“So?” He turns his head to look at you. “I’m the guy laying in the—I’m just gonna stop that sentence.”

“It’s only bad if it isn’t consensual.” You smile reassuringly. “I invited you to lay with me, right? So, unless I make you uneasy, then we’re all good.”

He breaks eye contact. “So,” he clarifies, “you don’t mind if I move closer to you?”

You shake your head.

He hesitantly slides himself further onto the bed. “Can I move closer than this?”

“You’ve already seen me bawl my eyes out. You’re doing me a service. Move as close or as far as you want.”

He moves to press his side against you. “Is this fine?”

You nod. “Look, how about this?” You rest your arm under your head. “If you do something I’m uncomfortable with, the safe word is pina colada.”

‘We already have a safe word?’ He was not sure if he is on cloud nine or just terrified of you.

You are very confused why he looks so warm. “Do you need me to turn the AC on?”

He shakes his head. “I’m good,” he assures you tightly. Slowly, he reached an arm out and over your waist, pulling you closer. You do not seem to resist in any way, wrapping your good leg around one of his to pull him closer.

‘Conscious touching.’ He glances down at you, trying to act cool. ‘Conscious, intentional touching. She smells so nice and she feels—okay, this is not going to work if you keep being a perv.’

“Thanks,” you mumble, humming softly. “I appreciate this more than you know.”

Cloud nine. Definitely on cloud nine.

“Every time.”

You giggle.

He blinks. “What?”

“Every time,” you note, already nodding off. “Like in that book.”

‘Which one?’ “They wrote it down for a reason, right?” The longer he spends like this, the smoother he feels.

“Totally.” You smile, closing your eyes. “Just know that this goes both ways, alright? If you ever need help like this, you know who to call.”

This is new. ‘Help like this? What, like crying?’ His eyebrows furrow as he tries to understand what you mean. ‘Or he means if I ever need company in my—what did I just say?’

You pick up on his confusion. “Emotional help, I mean.” Your fingers trace the indentations in his shell absentmindedly. “I mean, I know sometimes I didn’t want to go to my family about stuff. I dunno if you have that…” you trail off, realizing that you might be unintentionally bashing his brothers. You sincerely do not want to blow this.

“I mean,” he says after a bit, “I think I get what you’re talking about.” He sighs. “You mean stuff that they’d make fun of me for, right?”

You nod.

He feels his heart melt a little. “I’ll have to take you up on that.”

You forgot how safe he makes you feel. “Goodnight, Donnie,” you mumble sleepily.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

You pass out not long after that. If he has to estimate a general amount of time, he will clock it in at about five minutes. He does not move, however, until about thirty minutes before sunrise, too busy listening to the sound of your breathing and memorizing how exactly your body feels next to his. As he slips out of the window, early morning air waking him back up completely, he wonders if, someday, he could stay to see you wake up next to him. Not out of necessity, but just because you both wanted to stay like that for a while more.

‘I hope so. It’s a nice dream to have, anyhow.’

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Responses from the Opera Screencaps Captioning Quiz

Hello, everyone, and thank you for taking my quiz! I had SO MUCH fun reading your captions-- there were several times I literally started crying from laughing so hard at the amazingness of your work! With that in mind, the captions (which I will continue to add onto as more people take it):

(also, thank you to @dichterfuerstin for translating the German captions I got)

originally taken from: the Wiener Staatsoper’s 2020 production of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart’s Die Entführung aus dem Serail, featuring Regula Mühlemann (center) as Blonde, Michael Laurenz (right) as Pedrillo, and an unnamed extra (left) as the Grim Reaper

Responses:

(Backstage warm-up) “ok so someone dropped the pulse”

me and my friends watching the fire burn after doing arson

Introducing the polycule to the parents

*boom* ... did...you guys hear that too?

Ma Signor !

Knight in whinging armour gone wrong, look at how he holds the egg. Polyamory with weird knight and death.

the father, son and the holy ghost are very gay

the gays meeting for brunch, 2021, colorized

chicken lady forces death and a very flamboyantly homosexual anthropomorphized pink bird to be parents of her egg (they dont want to be)

That’s just me and my friends on our night out (before covid rip)-- closest

A Good Friday night

good omens (2019)

["the pocket guide to boy/girl/mischief" meme] who's the boy and who's the mischief though????

Papageno and Papagena take their first-born egg trick-or-treating

Angry Birds - The Musical. A pig stole an egg and the bird unites with death to take revenge.

I love my bird wife

Someone got murdered during the funky chicken dance

throuple murders child and steals sibling of said child

When you and your friends have widely different tastes in literature

angel leading twink to his rightful place (hell)

draco malfoy from a very potter musical and a death eater are very much in the wrong show

What have I gotten myself into

Mlm/wlw solidarity but I’m not telling who is who

A woman stands with a pink dipshit with an egg and a reaper.

A bird-couple makes a pact with Death, sacrificing their first-born bird-child in order to bring good luck upon their unborn bird-baby

There are three types of people on Halloween:

Uh oh, I don’t think the mother hen is very happy about this...

oh god, they’ve invented seussical. It’s too early!

gay brunch

Three little maids from school are we

guys maybe if we dress gay enough we can distract everyone from the dead flapper bee in the back

those three killed a duck for her egg and are facing the conswquences.

Duck has egg with human, shocked and upset due to biological impossibility

When you bout to make a banging omelet so you invite your fellow queers

"No mortal man could pass that egg, but heaven shall repair your rectum."

originally taken from: the Salzburg Festival’s 2007 production of Hector Berlioz’s Benvenuto Cellini, featuring Maija Kovalevska (left) as Teresa Balducci, Laurent Naouri (center, in chimney) as Fieramosca, and Burkhard Fritz (right) as Benvenuto Cellini

Responses:

“In this same interlude it doth befall That I, one Snout by name, present a wall; And such a wall, as I would have you think, That had in it a crannied hole or chink, Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, Did whisper often very secretly. This loam, this rough-cast and this stone doth show That I am that same wall; the truth is so: And this the cranny is, right and sinister, Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.” - a midsummer night’s dream, act v scene 1

"ah yes a prime specimen. see here, right in this box is our one of a kind hob goblin that can be all yours for the low low price of your soul"

what, YOU don't have a special eavesdropping chimney window?

Hänsel und Gretel plotting against the witch

man takes a wrong turn and ends up in a chimney, catches his girlfriend cheating-- closest

when you end up third wheeling the straight couple

lady cheats on her leather jacket wearing scummy boyfriend and when he unexpectedly comes home she hides the lover in the chimney

A straight girl and her gay best friend gossip about stuff idk

Idk Shakespeare?

experimental couples therapy feat. the chimney mf from mary poppins

Area Couple Inadvertently Traps Santa-in-Training in Chimney as they Attempt Rooftop Flirting

Landlords laugh over student renter's misfortune

I never asked for this

Ay yo lil mama lemme whisper in your ear

voyeurist listens to sandy and Danny from grease

Psssst! Did you hear about Susan? You won’t believe it!

lady and the tramp meets beauty and the beast?

human trafficking

And for just $30 you too could have your own tiny brick cage!

Psst I’m wearing assless chaps under this dress

A couple tortures a man in a box.

It's all fun and games being stuck in a chimney until your greasy uncle steals your crush from right above you-- okay ngl this could actually be a great Don Pasquale concept

Taking eavesdropping to the next level

Will you two stop being lovey dovey and let me out? SUMMER LOVIN, HAPPENED SO FAST—

overhearing how people talk about you when they think they're alone puts you in the shithouse

Does he know we can see him?

dear god, i am so fucking hungry, yall please just do whatever heterosexuals do so i can go eat a popsicle

the human version of the trash man from sesame street is realizing that those two are going to fuck on his trash can

Tmw you capture an angry short dude and start trashtalking him where he can hear

Omg what if we kissed but we actually kissed the lil goblin man under us

"Remember, don't feed him after midnight"

originally taken from: the Théâtre de Capitole du Toulouse’s 2017 staging of Giacomo Meyerbeer’s Le prophète, featuring Leonardo Estevez (right, on fake horse) as Le Comte d’Oberthal

Responses:

“When I said we needed to drain the swamp I didn’t think there were people actually living there”

horse? what horse? no sir i dont know what horse youre referring to.

definitely don't have a napoleon complex going on

King stole La Scala‘s Lohengrin set

king breaks all his horses, has to use statue dragged by servants as transportation because he’s too kingly too walk

Emperor Söder and his subjects on a carnival procession

man on horse makes a big deal out of being on a horse

That’s not Zeffirelli because the horse is not alive

Who the fuck put a horse on the stage

isn't this that picture of napoleon on the horse

Area Count Thinks Citizens will be Intimidated by his Extremely Fake-looking Horse Statue-- closest

Everyone wants their turn on the giant plaster horse. Police are there to make sure everyone waits their turn.

Night out with the lads

Local royalty horrified at the state of his own damn kingdom

gay army fights different gay aesthetics-- hi author how does it feel to be the funniest fucking person on this quiz

Well at least I LOOK badass

ceasar if he hadn't gotten stabbed (colourised)

some soldiers jumped out of my kindergarten fairytale collection book to burn the don carlos flemish deputies at the stake

It’s just a model

Is that how you feel pulling up in your Honda Civic, Madge?

Someone rides a horse statue in public.

Just a normal party with the bros.

what is this, some kind of crossover episode?

Terribly sorry for all the fuss, it’s just, that is, my horse is afraid of neck ruffles. I’ve tried to talk to him about it, but he’s—whoaaa there—he said he was a french courtier in a past life and he’s allergic to English fashion

Horse seller, listen to me! I am riding into battle. I need your strongest horse. - We have horses at home. - The horses at home:

All hail Incitatus the king

we are not ripping off shakespeare’s henry viii. what the fuck. this is about lenny xi you uncultured swine, go drown in a pit of your own farts

oh god is that hamilton

Guy Removed From Art Museum For Sitting On Statue, more at eleven

Gay <3

Officer: This horse... is a virgin! Crowd: *cheers*

originally taken from: the Parma Verdi Festival’s 2017 staging of Giuseppe Verdi’s Stiffelio, featuring Maria Katzarava (left) as Lina and Luciano Ganci (right) as Stiffelio

Responses:

That One kid in class

its a mEntAL BreAkDowN *final countdown but kazoo*

*record scratch* yeah, that's me. you're probably wondering how I got here-- closest

Dad keeps monologuing, teenager is done

left: all of my concerned friends, right: my emo ass having a very public mental breakdown

the demons in the corner of my room when im just trying to sleep

lady gets mansplained to (do i need to say more, we've all been there)

It’s probably an area baritone telling off an area soprano-- sorry; it’s a tenor. soprano is right though.

That was a fake horse in the last photo right?

child comes out as gay to father at a particularly bad time

dissociation solves everything

I can't believe it's not butter

Honey we talked about this

My sleep paralysis demon is Crowley from supernatural

child has nightmare of boring job

When you start dating a singer but he won’t stop practicing at night

just an average day in a hetero marriage

what do i do my wife's having period cramps again

Stop having an existential crisis. It’s time to sing!

“No son of mine will kin Gomez Addams under MY roof”

Crowley stares into space while a teen has post nut clarity.

When he wont stop reciting jordan peterson monologues!!

Do you realize how effed you are?

Ugh, not this lecture again! Dad’s Practicing For His Experimental Indie Band Again

asking your parents for help with your own personal situation and them just ranting off about what they went through instead of helping in any way

Will he shut up already!

no one tell him he’s yelling in the wrong direction, no one tell him plnsbdjddhdj

this kid is tired of his dad listening to rush limbaugh (a man who claimed to be pro life but died anyway)

Me internally vs externally

Daddy issues

originally taken from: the Grand Théâtre de Genève’s 2020 staging of Giacomo Meyerbeer’s Les Huguenots, featuring several chorus members

Responses:

It’s the deadly eye Of Poogley-pie. Look away, look away, As you walk by, ‘Cause whoever looks right at it Surely will die. It’s a good thing you didn’t … You did? … Good-bye. - shel Silverstein

why the fuckith? my good sir, i beg of you to put your pants back on

I hate this itchy hat

Titanic Extras hear that they have to do extra hours

people waiting to board the titanic watch someone fall off the plank

pov: you’re a time traveler

guy in the flatcap is embarrassed by patriotism and pathos

No idea. For some reason Le Marseillaise comes to mind

Is this from Harry Potter?

disneyland main street usa workers on strike

local tries to hide behind Newsies cap to avoid unpleasant but inevitable conversations. meanwhile, some very fashionable ladies look on.

"Thank fuck, 2020 was just a dream after all"

“We gather here today because this bitch got exactly what she deserved” “heaven!” “Stfu Stephanie she’s going to hell and we all know it”-- not quite but this basically happens later on in the opera (and act) so yeah (except the person in question very much Did Not Deserve It)

dc movie filter on bridgerton

america?

looks like my history teacher paused the prohibition documentary again

Who still wears page boy hats bro?

Coming out to a room of people who Already Knew That

Bitches are relieved at some party.

Several drunk people exiting getting off the subway attempting to seem sober and rational but realizing they have somehow lost all of their possessions

How tf do I act natural in this situation-- closest

“do you think any of them noticed that I don’t know the pledge of allegiance”

It's too fucking hot outside for this outfit

when hyyh yoonkook ending just hits different

pedestrians watch in horror as the triangle shirtwaist factory burns and the workers throw themselves out of the windows from a dozen stories up

Starting the pledge of allegiance be like

He's having a heart attack oh no oh god oh fuck

originally taken from: if I remember correctly, the Semperoper Dresden’s 2018 semi-staging of Johann Strauss II’s Die Fledermaus, with Jonas Kaufmann as Gabriel von Eisenstein

Responses:

“William Shakespeare wrote: "To thine own self be true And it must follow, as the night the day Thou canst not then be false to any man" I believe this wise statement best applies to a woman A blonde woman Over the past three years she taught me And showed us all That being true to yourself never goes out of style Ladies and gentlemen Our valedictorian: Elle Woods!” - legally blonde the musical

eat ass, suck a dick, and sell drugs

woooooorrrrd

Finally Jonas has graduated! It’s about time, considering he’s an international star.

what my professors think they look like

Prof. Dr. Dr. When someone tells him there are more than two genders

'and since you've now graduated high school, you'll be entering college etc. blablabla' .........meanwhile, there's a whole row of graduates daring each other to chug the cheap vodka one of them has brought in gallons (yes that happened at my graduation, lol)

Jonas darling baby <3-- can’t argue with that

I just realized I have no idea what the actual fuck happens in an opera

ok this one is just what jonas kaufmann always wears you can't fool me.

"as valedictorian i will share with you the importance of loving the floor"

"Yes, mother, my art degree will make me money!"

Graduation speakers are out, singers are in

Senior year takes a new meaninbg

mansplainer professor explains the concept of feminism to women

Your Prof when you finally turn in that missing assignment be like

younger boris johnson (derogatory)

jonas kaufmann retires from opera and takes up motivational speaking

What a fine graduation evening we’re having today

-70 points for slytherin you all have no swag

A man with a college hat sings.

An obviously greying actor trying to play a university student in a low-budget porn parody

How it feels to graduate high school after being held back for years

East High is a place where teachers encouraged us to break the status quo and define ourselves as we choose. Where a jock can cook up a mean crème brûlée, and a brainiac can break it down on the dance floor-

I may not have been "cool" in high school, but in ten years you will all be working for me!

I finally got my GED!

that one guy in ur intro to cultural anthropology class who mansplains to the professor somehow fucking graduated

he;s just graduating and taking his speech too serously idk

Graduation speeches with that one dude who got held back 3 times

Smrt

originally taken from: the Metropolitan Opera’s 2011 staging of Gioachino Rossini’s Le Comte Ory with Joyce DiDonato (left) as Isolier, Diana Damrau (center) as Countess Adèle, and Juan Diego Florez (right) as Le Comte Ory (disguised as a hermit)

Responses:

There is something very [disturbing grunts] About polyamorous couples - polyamorous, Chris Fleming

jinkies

femme fatale (including to herself)

I’ll have a threesome soon !

Hot guy walks by, everyone swoons.

thirdwheeling friend does not realize the other two are having sex

When your girlfriend had „just two beers“ again

jesus is exasperated about having to drag the two ladies towards doing what he needs them to do instead of purple dramatically declaring suicidal intent over the smallest trivial matters and red being equally dramatic about declaring that it's not the way! stay alive! i love you!!

The throuple is thriving

Get off the milf

orgy

my last three braincells because im a horny slut

countess receives too much love and is confused on how to react

Rasputin's lesser known romp with a much older czarina of russia

Woman's soul leaves body

Jesus and co. are worried after another woman gets pregnant without having sex

bisexual looks at photos of celebrity couples

When you go to the party to socialize with new people but your weirdo friend group starts getting clingy

Jesus cumming

one of those weird church christmas pageants but everybody's drunk

What have I done

Hozier??????????

Jesus assfucks some purple lady being hugged.

This time, the chick IS the magnet

An affair/threesome gone awry (2019 colorized)

What do you mean they canceled GLOW?

“I TOLD you it was cashmere!”

Are you wearing the - - The Gucci dress? Yes I am.

It's not what it looks like!

jesus is fucking that one cheerleader who grew up to be a suburban mom with one (1) super cool dress she stole from her kid who is desperately hugging her middle begging for it back because the spring fling is coming up and jason might actually make eye contact with her for more than three seconds.

jesus and mary magdaline and some other bitch

I’m at a bar and these drunk girls are flirting with me, do I lOOK GAY?!

Shrek 5, jesus's return

c. 2025 First attempt of an Officer and his Wife with a Handmaiden (colourized)

just about all of these are close lol

originally taken from: the Bolshoi Theater’s 1993 staging of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky’s The Maid of Orléans, featuring Nina Rautio (left) as Joan of Arc and Vyacheslav Pochapsky (right) as Thibaut d’Arc

Responses:

Don’t look, I’m still pooping

yall, the audacity of this man. he fuckin talked to me

*i can't even tell you how wrong you are* *it would be insulting to ME*-- closest

Cospeto!

„No I’m not talking to you, you keep cracking bad jokes!“ - „But I got another!“

when you’re mad at him but he says he’ll buy you food if you cheer up

When I’m wallowing in self-pity but my friends won’t comfort me

right: wanna fuck ;) left: yeah, fuck OFF lmao

Her face is screaming “don’t tell me what to do”

Yeah I got nothing

gay man tries to hit on a lesbian bc he thinks she's a twink. she's not amused but she's watching this happen anyway

me tired of MET's bullshit and them organising a Netrebko, known blackface apologist, a recital during Black History Month. (sorry im still fucking salty lol)

"stop smiling at me like that I'm trying to pout over here"

"I got fleas, you got fleas... wanna fuck?"

I have the best idea!

Haha nooooo don’t hit me with that bat you’re so sexxyy

lesbian is bothered by dilf

Me trying to flirt

if call me by your name was hetero and set in america

how many more dad jokes can i take before i explode

So. You’ve gotten yourself in a little pickle again.

What if we fought in the Russian revolution together ✨???????... unless??

Two people flirt in a poor place of town/

"If you ask me what I've got under this dirty, shapeless tunic one more time I swear to god I will kick your rotting teeth in"

You look like ur gonna kill me but ok

Really? You again?

Okay, I’ve been sitting here for 20 minutes, do you think it’s safe to—oh god, he’s still there.

Have you seen Godot?

she is tired of everyone’s shit. she has done so many derivatives it physically pains her to see a variable. dont test her. ur icarus rn.

idk pick better pictures-- I HAVE DIED THE SHEER AUDACITY AND HUBRIS I LOVE THIS

200% done with your crap

Homeless man has fucking legs of steel n is gonna show off his Russian dance moves

originally taken from: the Théâtre de Capitole du Toulouse’s 2019 staging of Paul Dukas’ Ariane et Barbe-bleue, featuring Sophie Koch (right) as Ariane and I don’t remember who the person on the left is rip me

Responses:

The knight who wore this into battle sure was swaggy

dear god its hiddeous

Capitalism

Knight in shining armour gone even more wrong.

ghost contemplates the safety of spiky motorcycle helmet

„Stop! He feels bullied!“

'this is my newest take for jesus's crucifixion crown ...... what do you mean they already put him up'

That’s probably a really expensive magic helmet idk. IDK-- closest

Omg I love the adventure zone!

minesweeper (windows xp)

"Okay whatever you do don't touch the shiny spiky ball" "It's so shiny I wanna touch it"

Taking down the trash way too late

IT'S NOT A PHASE MOM

Darth Vader got stuck in the freezer.... again. Leia isn’t happy

Star Wars 2030

“And here is the very latest in motorcycle helmet trends” “Look, I only came to the mall for a pair of socks “

futuristic kkk

long-suffering jewelry store attendant really wants to retire

Put it down put it down put it down

“Hmm no you should see a doctor about that”

A weird ass crown is presented

The creation of sars-cov-2: an experimental Eurotrance nightclub art piece gone horribly wrong

How it feels to want something that u cant have

AND WE WILL CALL IT—SPIKE MAN actually do you think that’s too obvious?? Because of the—yeah, because of the spikes?? See, that’s what I’m worried about. I want it to be SCARY

I know it's risky but... lube me up

use the force luke.

that is a weird fleshlight

When you get an ugly gift and need to find a way to get rid of it, so your family member/friend offers to smash it

Touch the orb

originally taken from: the Opera Vlaanderen’s 2019 staging of Fromental Halévy’s La Juive, with Nicole Chevalier (left, with bottle) as Princess Eudoxie, Enea Scala (center, under table) as Prince Léopold, and Roy Cornelius Smith (right) as Éléazar

Responses:

When no one comes to your birthday party :(

fantastic, day 487 of mischief and they have yet to find my masterful hiding spot

i really wonder who he thinks he's playing footsie with

Marriage crisis. Reason sits under the table-- closest but not in the way you think (after all, the man under the table IS a tenor).

the last supper afterparty after jesus left

When you order the last supper on wish

espionage at the Politischer Rosenmontag

Probably the wrong opera but is that Leporello under the table

Now THIS is a Good Friday night

this was every birthday party i went to between the ages of 5 and 11

that awkward moment when you drop your fork under the table but when you re-emerge everyone else has left except one drunk lady and the guy trying to deal with her

After the last supper

Tfw you arrive to the dinner party too early and have to hide until a more fashionable hour

When the cishets aren’t home

waiter hides from customers

Nobody: My dog every time I’m eating:

what's left of the homies Jesus had dinner with

university chem lab experiment gone terribly wrong

I’ve been under the table FOR 30 MINUTES

Set your friends up by tossing them off under the table, they’ll think it’s each other n fall in luv

Someone hids under a table

"You're about to see an surreptitious-under-the-table-dick-sucking master at work"

5 yr old me trying to eat the desert under the table without my parents finding out be like:

They never invite me to their parties!

Just another girl’s night in

Oops! Didn’t notice you the table.

dionysus - bts (2019, colorized)

just a normal episode of eric andre (eric is the one under the table)

Just a normal day with the boys

Thievery

originally taken from: the Théâtre de Capitole du Toulouse’s 2017 staging of Giacomo Meyerbeer’s Le prophète, featuring Kate Aldrich (left, surrounded by women in white) as Fidès and John Osborn (center, looking like a Jesus doppelganger) as Jean de Leyde

Responses:

Hold up, is that Eggman above Jesus?

holy disco

Looks like Tannhäuser. Our lord and saviour Richard Wagner. Now I need to be saved from that.

catholicism

me defending pineapple on pizza (THANK YOU)

jesus but hes about to be abducted by the alien ufo above him

Emmmmmmm Heaven? Idk

Lord of the rings?

ewww christianity gross

"behold, I am Important"

"Seriously?? It's not ACTUALLY pyjama day? Fuck you guys!"

Jesus at the Disco

Jesus Finds The Molerat People Who Live Under Bethlehem

disco is heaven

Want to join my new religion?

the kkk

church christmas pageant where everyone's sober but it's based on the director's fever dream

Am I the only one who sees the giant demon? Just me? Okay...

“Oh god I think I’m starting my period”

A party is held with a priest in the middle

"Let's get this secret Vatican sex party rolling!"

The new avengers endgame set is looking great!!

You know, guys, I try not to be a bother but...I can’t help but feel like I missed a dress code memo for this wedding??? It’s cocktail, right??”

Jesus visits Hogwarts

I must really stink if no one will even come close to me

the extra ass funeral i DESERVE

star wars life day

A cult at it’s best-- closest

Shrek 5, Jesus is still there I guess

originally taken from: the Royal Opera House, Covent Garden’s 2013 staging of Giuseppe Verdi’s Les vêpres siciliennes, featuring Bryan Hymel (left, standing) as Henri, Lianna Haroutounian (center, kneeling in the black gown) as Duchess Hélène, and Erwin Schrott (kneeling to her right) as Jean Procida

Responses:

When the director’s like “great rehearsal guys, just a few notes before I let you go” but it’s already 9:13 and your mom’s waiting in the parking lot

loyalist of subjects

bow before your queen

They forgot to take down the stage boxes after the Vienna opera ball but the show must go on.

somebody forgot to book chairs for this funeral

Me sharing God’s (Hayley koyoko) word on the discord server

mass execution bc the oboe solo sucked ass-- closest

That’s too many black suits I can’t see shit

I can’t even tell what’s going on here

8th grade school assembly about how it's uncool to shit on the walls at school

let's all get fancy so we can go to the opera and sit on the stage (idk this one's hard lol)

"Yes i am a time traveller, now don't freak out"

Tfw you forget to pay your lighting bills

White guys make decisions that will benefit them and screw someone that’s not a white guy over-- OUCH but that is too real (although not really in context here)

dead man gives speech at his own funeral

brotus and the boys ??? last meeting before the stabbing

high society social function ends in mass murder-- right opera, wrong scene

Someone walks into the talent show stage with a dog

Black-dressed bitches worship a man.

Worst school assembly of all time

POV:You're the window in the classroom and someone said "its snowing"

When the conductor shows up fashionably late to the orchestra concert

That's what you get for choosing the cheapest ticket option, get back in the mud where you belong

theyre just trying to jump into a grave at a funeral leabe them alone this is normal

oh my god he really whipped his dick out in front of everyone, this is just like in 1776 guys, except some women are actually in the room this time,

A funeral, stop wearing so much black

I want to slap their bald heads like rice

originally taken from: the Teatro Real Madrid’s 2018 staging of Gaetano Donizetti’s Lucia di Lammermoor, featuring Roberto Tagliavini (right) as Raimondo

Responses:

Crowd “haha!! Looks like someone missed the all-black memo!! Now it’s laugh-in-your-face time! / Guy on the floor (whispering to guy against wall): go, save yourself! I’ll hold them off...”

if i leave now i wont be a witness and can tell the police i had no idea

it was the best of times, it was the worst of times

Guy in the back pretends to help but is to far away to even know what’s going on.

priest walks in on beginning of an orgy, contemplated joining but is too scared-

when someone brings up capitalism but you’re just trying to play minecraft

lol lets trample this guy while the judge isnt looking

Again. Too many black costumes

Loved this Dostoevsky novel

i would know if opera directors were more creative with clothing choices ngl

me on parties lol

"imma just sneak out of here while everyone else is distracted"

"Where did he get this flooring!? Amazing!"

Everyone act normal!

The tell tale heart but they got REALLY drunk

man tposes to ward off vampires after being caught undercover

boys ???? night

the priest really shouldn't have visited the insane asylum-- closest

He’s FINE everyone’s been hit by a car before

Something happens in a room.

Perks of being a wallflower

There's always that one person in the fight whos trying not to get involved when they really wanna

Oh good, they’re all posing for a Rembrandt painting, I can just sneeeeaaak out the back here...

The gamer livestreaming Resident Evil + everyone watching the stream ? waiting for him to open the door just knowing it will trigger a chase scene

Quick!

the guy t posing in the back is regretting his every decision.-- also accurate

the us senate jumps ted cruz, some other wack ass gop senator is trying to sneak away

...I spoke too soon, however this is a James Bond mission

Queers help fellow queer do math but it's a struggle

#opera #opera tag #results #screencaps #captions #caption #caption this #caption contest #this seems to have gone over well and I am Pleased

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Famous!newsies

Ok so here are my famous!newsies headcanons from an a modern au i thought of if newsies were celebrities/famous yknow bcs I couldn’t get this idea out of my head and idk what to do with it other than making a headcanon list nabsnzbsvsnsbz anyways hope yall validate me after not posting any original content for like…. awhile now hehe

btw it got longer than expected. And I mean r e a l l y long. So if yall wanna read this better sit down and buckle up!

Jack

He’s an artist on youtube

Like a modern day bob ross ig??

If yall know zhc on youtube just imagine that but not so rich (I don’t watch zhc btw but i do know that he does custom art on iphones and stuff and that is definitely not jack kelly)

Anyways Jack simply goes by Jack Kelly.

So jack does art challenges. Like does the weirdest requests from his fans left in his comment section and stuff

Or maybe challenging himself to make art from a specific theme or a specific media

Sometimes he vlogs too but his art videos are what his fans like the most

His merch is amazing because he designed the pattern/drawing/whatever yknow. It’s printed/sewed/whatever on the clothing and it’s good quality. It’s pretty lowkey for a youtuber’s merch bcs jack doesn’t like those merch that just smacks his logo on a hoodie

Davey

He’s a fantasy, YA, romance writer (he mixes it wisely ok?)

And goes by David Jacobs

Listen he’s a hopeless romantic and i’m pretty sure yall agree too

He wanted to stick to YA romance. The classic high school lovers yknow

But he wanted to challenge himself since he’s been writing about high school lovers since he was in high school

Thus the fantasy genre came in mind

So yeah he likes creating love in his own universe

Whether it’d be different worlds, universe, species, time periods, whatever.

He wanted to direct the movies based on his books, but he’s actually lowkey terrible at leading on his own. But he did stick to being the script writer and co-director (look idk how it works in the film industry i’m just making shit up)

Crutchie

He’s a solo jazz singer

Crutchie gives off Michael Buble and Jason Mraz vibes tho

And maybe a bit of frank sinatra? Yknow ‘cause he sings jazz

Also he riffs thank you very much :)

He goes by Crutchie Morris to everyone

He usually plays the acoustic guitar or piano on stage

Ok but he’s like really good with the piano

Makes the best jokes on stage too. Some are just sarcastic comments.

Crutchie asking through the microphone : “Oh, straight?”

A fan he’s talking to from the crowd : “Uhh… no, gay”

Crutchie : “no not you, the vodka”

Everyone at the concert : *laughs*

Crutchie, jokingly : “Oh, you’re drinking vodka! Straight? No gay”

(yes that was indeed inspired by that one video of Harry Styles and a fan in one of his concerts yall can’t stop me)

Kathrine

She’s a crime mystery writer

Think like the modern day Agatha Christie

Okok but she goes by Kathrine Plumber on her books :D

She chooses that genre bcs she’s a huge fan of Agatha Christie

Her favorite book from Agatha is Murder on the Orient Express

Oh and her books are sometime very gruesome alkjsfhakjsfb

Nobody check her browsing history, she’ll look like a murderer

Ok but I feel like she also has a youtube channel about books and stuff and sometimes like to vlog

She also has a writing tips series on her channel where she shares tips on some of the frequently asked questions about writing or her fans leave a specific question in the comment section and thought she could expand more to it in a full length video

Also she likes to vlog while she’s in a book convention

Her books are also turned into movies and she has done a great job directing it

Race

Yall would be lying to me if you don’t think this kid would end up being a twitch streamer and youtuber (like vlogging yknow. I feel like his gaming stuff would strictly be on twitch)

And ik it’s widely agreed by everyone in the fandom that he’s a dancer of some sort so yeah he’s also simultaneously a dancer

I don’t think I need to explain any further bcs it’s just so in character

He goes by Racetrack Higgins

Ok so he likes to vlog on his youtube channel

Sometimes does stupid challenges

Maybe he’d drag Albert to do a challenge which he always says no

“I’ll just be your cameraman dude, dw”

Race : *angery*

Since Al and Smalls are the skateboard peeps™ race is the rollerblade dude™ bcs I say so

He has three cats named Racecat Higgins, Spot Clawlon, and Romeow (i’ve mentioned it before and I will mention it again hehe) and his fans loves them endlessly

Albert

You don’t think this kid would also end up being a twitch streamer and youtuber like his bestie up there?? Lmao you thought wrong (again, gaming is strictly on his twitch)

He just goes by Albert DaSilva on the internet

And yes he’s also a dancer because I say so

On his Youtube channel he also vlogs

Half of his vlogs starts with him riding his skateboard

“Hey, guys! Welcome back to another vlog-” *falls off his skateboard for not paying attention to a curb*

It happens way more often than he’d like to admit let’s be real. His fans make a compilation of it and memes on reddit

Always wear a snapback

Snapbacks are an important element to him so his merch store is really boosting his snapbacks

And just for the wormsie discord server he has one with the word ranga on it after it being born from a stupid inside joke he, race, and both of their fanbases combined share (@ my wormsie fam thank me later)

Oh yeah, his youtube besties are Race and Smalls just so we’re clear here :) (I’ll get to Smalls in a bit)

So I always headcanon Albert having two big dobermans. So his fans always want to see a doggy update because Zara and Zoey are everything to them.

Doggo vlogs are fun. It’s usually Albert taking the two good girls to Central Park for playtime or teaching them new tricks

Spot

He’s a solo rock singer

Is an amazing singer like wow none of the newsies expected him to have that sort of pipes to reach high notes

And he does it amazingly with no sweat

Also his instrument is the electric guitar to go with his amazing singing ajsfhasjfhajhf

Anyways he goes by Spot Conlon still

And his songs are very lyrical. Like very.

A lot of metaphors. No one knows what most of his songs means.

So basically Taylor Swift songs if it switched genres to rock. And not even like songs from speak now or red. But like if evermore and folklore songs were to turn into rock songs with a little bit of reputation vibes sprinkled on top. And his concerts has the reputation era vibes but make it spot conlon (hey non swiftie fans reading this i’m so sorry i’m pretty sure yall don’t understand wtf i’m talking abt)

That is also the only way i know to describe his vibe i’m sorry but i don’t really listen to a lot of rock alkjhfasjk

Anyways it’s a known fact that he wears tank tops daily that it becomes his signature look. And also an inside joke among his fanbase

Now just picture the merch booth from one of his shows and there’s like endless tank top designs for his fans to pick and choose

He’s also crowned to be the King of Brooklyn bcs of obvious reasons

But the joke is he’s a pretty tough hardcore guy that’s a cat person

Sarah

She’s a badass female solo singer

Mostly does pop but the badass type of pop

Yes, she does go by Sarah Jacobs

Fans were really surprised Davey and Sarah are related

Because one is a hopeless romantic while the other is a total badass

Anyways she gives off Little mix, Ariana Grande, Taylor Swift, and Selena Gomez vibes

That is literally the only way I can describe it

She’s very lyrical, with a lot of metaphors

When she dances on stage, she d a n c e s

All while holding a mic to sing. And she hits all those high notes like it’s no ones business (a literal queen i tell you)

She and Spot are besties and has been known to have done a few collabs together

Their fans were hesitant about their collabs since their genre is pretty different from the other but they make it work and it slAPS

And among all her boppy songs with full choreography and backup singers, she always have a few songs she sings while only being accompanied by piano or guitar (Either electric or acoustic) which she plays on her own

Finch

He’s an indie pop artist with his trusted acoustic guitar by his side

Just think of music by Wallows and Lewis Capaldi were to be blended in together and Conan Gray for the cherry on top

But it has a little bit of Ed sheeran, Lorde, and Lauv vibes to it too

His concerts are simple but his songs are mostly very boppy so his fans still have fun either way

And it’s usually in small venues but there are times where he had a concert in a huge stadium

He goes by FINCH (yeah all caps btw)

Finches are a very on brand thing for him obviously

Has been known to collab with Crutchie and they actually make a very good team

Somehow was able to combined both genres to produce a few boppy songs

Ok ok but Finch and Crutchie have made a collaborative album (and maybe they went on tour????)

Specs

He’s a history fiction writer

Yes this is inspired by the fact that he’s 100% a history nerd (no one change my mind i love this headcanon aight)

And he explores a lot of different histories from different parts of the world

He actually helps a lot of students understand history even further for school through his novels

Anyways he goes by Specs because I say so

No one knows why that’s his pseudonym and Specs isn’t interested in explaining either. No one other than the newsies need to know it was born from a stupid nickname the newsies gave him :)

His research mostly comes from history books because of his genre which wouldn’t be a problem since he has loads and will voluntarily buy more if needed

Also yeah he makes a great director for the movies taken from his books

Mush

He’s a chef on youtube

Goes by Mush Meyers

So think if Gordon Ramsey and his youtube channel but make it mush

Yeah that’s it really

Ok but Mush is a jolly and friendly person

Other than just food vlogging he does cooking challenges and cooking tips too

Sometimes he does the cooking challenges with a friend (mostly henry but i’ll get to him later on in the list)

But he also vlogs his life

Which isn’t really often but he likes to sometimes

He’s that big of a foodie he has a food blog too

And also a seafood restaurant so that’s cool :D

Henry

Like Mush, he’s a chef on youtube

Goes by Henry on the internet and in general

Ajkfhajfjska I’m thinking about how ppl would address him as Chef Henry kajhfkjlashfjklasfjklsf

He mostly does the same thing like Mush actually

Food vlogging and cooking challenges (they do it together so) sometimes cooking tips

But Henry vlogs his life a lot

And instead of a food instagram he has a food blog

He has a sandwich restaurant

Yeah it is inspired by his pastrami on rye with a sour pickle line from KONY get mad about it why don’t ya (well if i’m not mistaken henry was the one that said it but idk i have horrible memory)

Blink

He’s a youtuber

Ok so I have a specific headcanon that Blink majored in psychology but didn’t end up being a psychologist

So instead he becomes a psychologist on youtube

Who often vlogs jhgasjlfhs

The guy looks like he could cut you but his sense of humor once you get him talking is just *chef’s kiss* amazing

Which is why he also has a podcast because he’s also secretly great at talking

He just thinks mental health is very important, okay?

Romeo

He’s an actor

Mostly on Broadway but has worked with Hollywood before

He’s usually a supporting character but has been known to understudy for main characters

Ok ik these bullet points are getting shorter and shorter but these are mostly bcs some of these stuff are pretty self explanatory since it’s very in character

Like are you telling me a kid named Romeo isn’t gonna be in some way very dramatic and end up turning that personality trait into his career?? Plus he’s very good at that?

Yeah you’re lying to me

Also he’s a pretty frequent vlogger on youtube

Look he’s a fun guy, what did you expect?

Just goes by Romeo on youtube

Elmer

He’s an actor

Has done his fair share in Broadway and Hollywood but started in Broadway

He can dance but thinks he’s pretty average in it yknow

Which his fans has no idea what he’s talking about because on stage he can do flips and turns like it’s no ones business yknow

But he can sing really good and takes pride in it

Elmer would play characters that is really far off from his own personality that fans couldn’t believe that Elmer played that character

He has done his fair share in main characters and supporting characters on Broadway

In Hollywood he usually does indie and rom-com movies

Buttons

He’s a fashion youtuber and basically an influencer

Let’s be real this boy is a fashion icon

He’s not really a model but more like a fashion influencer and also kind of a fashion designer

His clothing line is very *chefs kiss* amazing

He designed it all and sometimes likes to design for his friends as well

He also does fashion tips on his youtube channel

His instagram game is god tier level (along with Tommy Boy and Sniper I’ll get to them in a bit)

But yeah he also vlogs

And goes by Buttons Davenport

Jojo

He’s an actor

Mostly on Broadway but has done a few movies in Hollywood

He radiates main character energy and he does become the main character most of the time (on hollywood at least)

On Broadway he mostly enjoys being apart of the ensemble because this boy loves dancing

But he does play a few supporting characters

He has released one or two albums too because his singing is top tier

But isn’t interested in doing a lot of live concerts with his albums

Since no one has the time to say Josephino Jorgelino De La Guerra he turned it into Jojo De La Guerra (so much for ‘a special nickname only for friends and family’)

Mike and Ike

They’re a pop boy band and bcs of my lack of creativity it’s called Mike and Ike

At the start of their career :

“My name goes first because I’m older than you!” - Mike

“You’re only older than me by 13 minutes, holy shit!” - Ike

But Ike slowly accepts the fact that it’ll be like this yknow

Anyways they’re pretty great singers

They have one direction and new hope club vibes

Tho unlike one direction they can dance (i love the boys alright but i really think it’s funny that they can’t dancelkhjjlh)

They like to switch from the guitar (electric and/or acoustic) to the piano

The amount of times their name is confused by the candy is too many

But they like it like that lol

Anyways i’ve mentioned a headcanon where Mike has tattoos (not like from head to toe but it’s fairly noticeable to everyone) and Ike has piercings

So the only way their fans tell them apart is by that

But there are times where Mike has his tattoos covered or Ike took his piercings off in public alone. A fan mistakens them for the other twin but they still respond to the other name because they don’t feel like there’s a need to correct them since they’re mostly known by Mike and Ike anyways. When the fan posts it on instagram and tags the twin they thought it was the twin that was tagged would comment “wrong twin but nice pic you two”

Happens wayyyyy too many times. Their fans are officially scared to approach one of the two in public alone without their differentiating indicators on which is which

And yes it is widely known that they argue a lot when it comes to writing songs

Nothing out of the ordinary sibling squabble yknow but it’s a lot

But they do end up finding a solution to the topic of their argument and make a good team at the end of the day

Hotshot

He’s an actor

On Broadway, he’s one of those actor’s that is mostly good in just the acting and singing

He can’t dance to save his life sjdfghaf

So Jeremy Jordan yknow asj;oghajshf

No not really. He can dance a little bit

So he’s mostly the main character

But he’s widely known for his works in Hollywood

He does a lot of drama. Think stuff like Elite and Designated Survivor. Yeah those kinds of heavy drama (well idk i think those two are pretty heavy)

He wants to release his own music because he’s a pretty good singer but he can’t write songs to save his life either jgnjafjasf

And all the demo songs he was suggested by producers isn’t his cup of tea

So he’s no singer ladies and gents ://

The name Hotshot is used to name his social media platforms. He always adds a description in his bio’s that Hotshot is a nickname his friends and family use so his fans and the media refer to him with his name

I headcanon Hotshot’s real name is Tyler or some sort. No don’t ask me what’s his last name is because idk either lol

Sniper

She’s a model, beauty and fashion youtuber (I’m pretty sure those are two different things tho idk i don’t watch youtube religiously anymore), and just an influencer in general

Instagram game on p o i n t

I know most beauty youtubers go by their names but uhh… i don’t think i’ve ever thought of a first name for Sniper but I really think she really would just go by Sniper Wah on the internet (Idk she seems like an Ashley in my head but feel free to recommend headcanon names to me)

Anyways she’s very fashionable

Tommy Boy (i’ll get to him just wait aight?) and Buttons are her fashion besties

The three of them pretty much appear in each other’s Youtube video not Tommy’s tho bcs he doesn’t have one lol

Sniper’s brand are huge sun hats

I have no idea how or why but that girl has sun hats vibes I can’t explain any further I’m sorry

Doesn’t have a clothing line but does have a make up brand of her own. She calls it Sniper. Yeah that’s it akjfhjf

Smalls

She’s a twitch streamer and youtuber like race and albert

They’re a youtube trio everyone loves it

And yes she does go by Smalls

Oh and she also dances like her two stupid besties thanks for asking

Bubblegum is her brand (idk how to explain she just has the vibe)

She is skateboard chick

I’m imagining a video collab of her and Al on a skatepark doing stupid challenges

It’s her most viewed video

Tommy Boy

Ok ok he’s a model, influencer, and dancer

So think a male version of Gigi Hadid that dances

No he doesn’t have a youtube channel but frequently has made an appearance on Buttons’ and Sniper’s videos

Yes his instagram feed is also very amazing

He goes by Tommy Boy

People genuinely thinking ‘Boy’ is actually his last name and kinda think it’s strange but doesn’t complain

Tommy literally didn’t think people would think it was his last name. But they did anyways

Les

Let’s just get straight to the point : he’s a famous tiktoker

And yes, ppl are surprised at the fact that him, Davey, and Sarah are related to each other

To the people that made it through this entire list. Congratulations and thank you for your validation. Have a wonderful evening and stay hydrated

i will write at least one oneshot out of this au i promise!!

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