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w2soneshots · 9 months ago

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Soft launch -Angry ginge

words: 1.1k+

warnings: light smut.

summary: you and Morgan announce your relationship, he asks you an important question and you celebrate Valentine’s Day.

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y/username: soft launch?? @angryginge13

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angryginge13: hard launch??

dannyaarons: so cute man❤️

user20577940: omgggggg finally!!!!!

Me and Morgan have been together for just over 6 months. We decided to keep it a secret since we didn't want other people's opinions effecting our relationship while it was still early doors, but ended up putting it off for a lot longer than we anticipated. Last night after watching the KSI vs Tommy Fury fight, we decided to quietly announce it.

We met in a pub, he was hanging around with his friends playing pool, and I was with my best friend Lana. Nether of us drink so had something in common when our friends started to become increasingly more pissed.

Today I'm tagging along to one of his house viewings. He's been trying to find a home for a while now, with no luck. I knocked on his door and he opened it a few minutes later. "Hey babe." he said pulling me into the house and then into a kiss. I smiled into the kiss. He pulled away "What?" He questioned. "What was that for?" I asked with a smile still plastered on my face. "I've just missed you." He stated. "I saw you last week." I said. "A week too long." he said and I shook my head with a giggle.

We left the house around 10 minutes later. "You exited?" I asked while he drove. "Not really, I've been to so many of these so I don't have my hopes up". he said focusing on the road. "This could be the one!" I poked his side. "I hope so." he said quickly glancing at me. "We're here." he said as we pulled up. "Ooo this is nice!" I said excitedly. It's pretty big, with light brick and a dark roof, it has big windows and a nice sheltered driveway.

"And this is the master bedroom." the estate agent said showing us the final room. "This is lush!" I said looking around. "I'll leave you to discuss." the man said leaving the room. Morgan grabbed my arm "y/n?" "Yea?" I said slightly confused by his seriousness. "I know we've only been together for a few months but- I- hate it when you're gone even just for a day, we spend most nights together anyway and I know the lease on your house is running out I- I was just wondering, only if you want to, move in with me?" I was stunned, couldn't believe the words that just came out of his mouth. "I-" he cut me off "you really don't have to." he said. "No, I do." I said. "You do?" I nodded "of course I do you idiot!" he smiled and pulled me into a hug.

y/username just posted a new story!

Morgan officially bought that house soon after and we moved in the next month. We had minimal furniture for a little while but after many trips to Ikea we were finally getting somewhere. It's a three bedroom, 2 bathroom house with a lovely kitchen and living room along with a relatively large back garden. Our bedroom is almost finished as well as Morgan's gaming room where he streams and the third bedroom which he turned into my beauty room. I told him It was his house so he should do whatever he wants in it and not use a whole room just for me but one day I came home to him sat on the floor building an Ikea dressing table. Once he spotted me he stood up and said "non refundable." pointing to the pieces on the floor, I shook my head and laughed.

Today is valentines day so I sat at my dressing table getting ready for dinner. Morgan is currently filming a football video with Chris (md). He felt awful for not being here but booked a nice dinner to make up for it. Once I was fully ready I took some pictures for insta. I heard the front door open and hurried downstairs. But I stopped in my tracks when I saw Morgan standing there with a large bouquet of flowers in his hands. "happy Valentine’s Day." he said. I stepped toward him and he handed the flowers to me. "They're beautiful, thank you!" I said with a big smile. I quickly placed them on the table and pulled him into a hug. "You look beautiful by the way." he said and I pulled out of the hug to give him a kiss. "Now, get ready we need to leave." I said.

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y/username: happy valentines day💘

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angryginge13: ❤️❤️🔥

kaci.jay: so beautiful!

-> y/username: 🤍🤍

tenesseethresh: STUNNING🖤

user74108510: where's that dress from? x

-> y/username: oh polly xx

Morgan quickly had a shower and got dressed. We left and arrived at the restaurant just in time. We were seated and given menus. "Mmm, this all looks so good!" I said scanning the paper. "I think I'm gonna get the burger." he said, and I laughed "what?" He asked with a smirk. "so predictable."

We ordered and ate our food. By the time we left it was pitch black outside. We got into the car and Morgan drove us home. He kept his hand firmly on my thigh the entire way and we sat in a comfortable silence. Once we arrived home we went inside and I slipped my heels off. "thank fuck for that." I sighed. I looked up to see Morgan standing a few centimetres from my face. I looked into his eyes and his flickered down to my lips. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and he pulled me into a kiss. It quickly became more and more passionate and soon we were in our bedroom. He pulled the zipper of my dress down so it fell to the floor. He broke the kiss for a second to look down at me, he gasped slightly "no panties, you dirty girl." he whispered before pulling me back into the kiss. I smirked into the kiss and pushed him towards the bed so he fell backwards onto it.

I crawled onto him and pulled off his shirt. Both of our breaths were heavy as I removed his pants and underwear in one swift motion. His hard cock hit his stomach and I resumed the kiss. His hands were harshly grabbing my ass as I grind down on him slowly. "y/n," he groaned. I slowly pushed myself onto his dick. He let out a loud groan and began bucking his hips up into me. "fuck, y/n."

#x reader #fanfic #image #oneshot #angry ginge x reader #angry ginge #morgan burtwistle #smut

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underthebrightmooninterests · 2 years ago

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TXT YEONJUN & SOOBIN FIC: LOVE UNDER THE LIGHTS

Like you? I love you! (fluff, crush)(2000+ words)

summary: I came upon this old vlive moment a while back and before I knew it I’d written an entire fic around it. Delulu’s be warned lol. (also on AO3)

Yeonjun has a realization and handles it in all the wrong ways.

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“Is it buffering? It says that the connection’s a bit unstable.”

Yeonjun had done live streams with Soobin before, tons of them in fact. Today was no different, it was just another live stream with one of his members.

At least that’s how he wanted to treat it, but the events of yesterday made it difficult for Yeonjun to act like he was fine. And the worst part? Soobin seemingly had no idea that he was the cause for all of his inner turmoil…

-One week earlier-

Soobin lets out a loud laugh as Yeonjun launches himself on top of him and attacks his sides. Beomgyu is talking to one of the staff members and Hueningkai is having a conversation with Taehyun, none of them are even the slightest bit fazed at the two oldest members laying on top of each other in a tickle fight. Hueningkai simply smiles at the sight, Taehyun rolls his eyes and Beomgyu is so enthralled in his own story that he doesn’t even notice the two wrestling members behind him on the couch.

That is until his story gets interrupted by Yeonjun accidently pushing Soobin into him. Beomgyu lets out a yelp before getting up from the couch he was almost pushed off and crossing his arms.

“Can the two of you go be in love somewhere else I’m trying to have an adult conversation here.”

Yeonjun finally stops his tickling attack on Soobin’s waist and looks up at Beomgyu smiling. Soobin takes a moment to catch his breath before he too, looks up at Beomgyu towering over them on the couch, and scoffs.

“An adult conversation? Weren’t you just talking about video games?”

Yeonjun and the staff laugh as Beomgyu pouts in response to Soobin’s comment: “Video games are an adult topic. Now please move your cuddling to the floor if you really can’t help yourselves and stop disturbing me.”

Soobin rolls his eyes once more before getting up and announcing that he’s going to the bathroom. Yeonjun doesn’t get a chance to think about how he’s going to keep himself entertained now Soobin’s gone because he’s immediately called into makeup for the photoshoot. It seems the photographer they were waiting for has finally arrived.

As soon as he sits down in the makeup chair, Soobin returns and seats himself with the maknaes on the floor. When Yeonjun closes his eyes for his eyeshadow he can hear Soobin’s distinct laugh echoing through the room. He quickly opens his eyes to see what the commotion’s about. It seems Hueningkai made some kind of joke because Taehyun’s also laughing. As they work on his lip makeup his eyes stay on Soobin and his conversation with the maknaes. He’s so focused he doesn’t even notice Beomgyu sneaking up behind him with a mischievous grin on his face.

“Are you jealous?”, Beomgyu says right in Yeonjun’s ear, his voice laced in jest. Yeonjun lets out a yelp in response, startling not only the makeup artist working on his face but even Soobin at the other side of the room.

“Ah, you scared me.” Yeonjun says exasperated as both the stylist and Beomgyu laugh at him. It takes him holding his chest for a moment, waiting for his heart to calm down, to even realize what Beomgyu said.

“Did you just say jealous?” he inquires and Beomgyu laughs as he takes place in the makeup chair next to Yeonjun.

“Yeah, because you were looking at Soobin with those eyes again.” Beomgyu is still laughing to himself, but Yeonjun is confused more than anything.

“What eyes? And what do you mean ‘again’?”

Beomgyu finally ceases his laughing and looks towards his hyung.

“You know, the love eyes.”

“Love eyes?”

“It’s just a joke hyung, don’t think too much about it.” Beomgyu finally says as he turns towards the mirror and allows the makeup artist to start working.

Yeonjun scoffs and leans back with his hands behind his head: “Pft jealous, as if any of you can compare to me.”

Beomgyu chuckles and shakes his head: “This hyung’s really confident about everything.”

Their conversation falls silent after that, but Yeonjun doesn’t forget it. It’s a joke, he knows that too, they joke like this all the time. But for some reason today it bothers him. He tries to focus his thoughts on the upcoming photoshoot, but the feeling of Soobin’s touch lingers on his skin and breaks his concentration.

Love eyes huh…

Distracted or not, Yeonjun is a professional. So, when he gets called in for his solo portion of the shoot he poses with ease. He spends time eating lunch while the others are shooting and it’s not until they’re waiting for their group shoot that the strange thoughts return.

Yeonjun is telling a story about how he managed to get a really expensive shirt for a really cheap price in Itaewon. His eyes are on Hueningkai as he explains the excitement he felt when he saw the shirt he liked in the small vintage shop.

“I remembered that I’d seen it online and I immediately checked the price, you’ll never guess how much it was!”

Hueningkai seems slightly distracted by his food but tries his best to seem interested in his hyung’s story. Yeonjun’s eyes trail away from Hueningkai and land on the boy sitting on his right and he immediately regrets looking over. His eyes meet Soobin’s, and his head goes blank.

You see, Soobin isn’t the most intimidating person on the planet, anyone can see that, but he has this stare. A stare that’s silenced Yeonjun before, a stare that manages to jumble his thoughts every time. He’s tried to talk to other members about this, but they don’t seem to relate to the way Yeonjun’s heart skips a beat when he’s looked at like that. They admit that Soobin’s stare can be intense but none of them knew what he was talking about when he mentioned the sparkles in the boy’s eyes. The soft love that pours out of them every time he looks towards you like that. Looks at you like you’re the most important person in the world to him. For a moment Yeonjun considered that Soobin only looks at him like that but he didn’t enjoy the way that made his heart skip a beat, so he stopped that thought process immediately.

But even now when he’s doing something a simple as telling a story about a piece of clothing, Soobin’s looking at him with those eyes. It’s unfair really. Even with Yeonjun jumbling his words, Soobin doesn’t do anything but nod and encourage him to keep speaking. Yeonjun eventually looks back towards Hueningkai and finishes his riveting story.

But as they load into the car for their next schedule, Beomgyu’s words ring in his head.

Love huh…

Later that night they’re eating backstage at a radio station when Soobin sits next to Yeonjun to eat and the older man is overly aware of how close the boy is. He finds himself hyper fixated on Soobin and what he’s doing.

His heart didn’t skip a beat when Soobin casually wiped some food of his lip, and his gaze didn’t momentarily drop to Soobin’s lips when he did so. Because that would have implications that Yeonjun isn’t ready for in the slightest.

None the less, when they get back to the dorm, he decides that the man responsible for him overthinking his own feelings like this should be the one to help him.

“Beomgyu-ya.”

“Mhm?” Beomgyu is already seated behind his pc and Yeonjun knows he has max three minutes before Beomgyu starts a new game and he’s fully lost his attention.

“I need to ask you something.”

As distracted as he is, Beomgyu seems to notice his slightly serous tone because he even takes his headphones off and turns his chair to face Yeonjun.

“Ok, if I hypothetically wanted to make a joke about me and Soobin dating, how do you hypothetically think people would react to it?”

Maybe he empathizes the hypothetically a little too much but better safe than sorry.

Beomgyu quirks up and eyebrow, sending anxiety through Yeonjun’s system.

“You know, just in case. I remember I was going to make a joke like that during a past live stream, but I didn’t because I didn’t know if people would say it’s too far or something. Would they care? Probably not, right? Because you know… people of the same group actually dating is impossible, right?”

Yeonjun can almost physically see the cogs in Beomgyu’s brain turning. His question doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, but he just needs a different perspective on things. Whether it’s the exhaustion or his desire to just get the conversation over with and return to his game, Beomgyu answers the question without asking a single one in return.

“I don’t think they’ll care. I mean I talk to Hueningkai and Taehyun all the time about how you two would be a ‘cute couple’, I’m sure if you were to make jokes like that on broadcast no one would take it seriously.”

When Yeonjun doesn’t immediately offer a reply Beomgyu decides that’s the end of their conversation and he turns his chair back around, puts his headphones on and starts on a new game.

Right, who’d believe that? Two idols from the same group dating, what an idea.

Yeonjun trudges back to his room and ignores the pit that’s forming in his stomach.

Luckily that doesn’t matter to me because my members are like my brothers.

Right?

Ugh, if it was about anything else he’d just call his mother for advice or something, but he isn’t sure how she’d respond to this.

Well, he got away with giving vague questions once today, maybe it’s his lucky day!

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“Does my little healing have a crush?”

Well, that didn’t take very long for her to figure out. He shouldn’t be surprised that there was no way to ask her for love advice without her realising what’s really going on. Maybe he should just tell her?

Tell her what? I don’t even really know if I like him.

“No, I don’t. Well, maybe I do. I don’t really know.”

“Well, where did you meet this person? How long have you known them?”

Yeonjun silently thanks his mother for not assuming he’s talking about a girl, that immediately makes this conversation a whole lot less uncomfortable.

Maybe he doesn’t need to say he’s talking about Soobin? He has a lot of friends; she won’t know who he’s referring to.

“I actually met them…him… quite a long time ago but today was the first time that the possibility of me liking him crossed my mind.”

His mother ponders in silence for a moment before responding.

“Mm, what started these thoughts?”

Yeonjun lays back on his bed and sighs as he thinks back to their photoshoot from earlier.

“We were just kind of messing around and then someone pointed out that I’m always looking at him and touching him.”

“Well, you are a very affectionate person sweetheart.”

“That’s true…” Yeonjun sighs as he turns around on his bed and clutches his pillow in his arms while he talks.

“But I then started thinking about how he looks at me, he has this really intense gaze and whenever he looks at me like that my mind goes blank and my heart just kind of freaks out.”

His mother giggles slightly at the other end of the line making Yeonjun groan:” Mom, don’t laugh!”

“Sorry, sorry. Well let me ask you this, if this boy told you tomorrow that he has a girlfriend how would you feel?”

Yeonjun has to think about that one for a second. If Soobin got a girlfriend? He shouldn’t care, a lot of his friends are dating, and he never cared when they told him. He’d probably have a lot less time to spend with him if that was the case, maybe Soobin would even stop being as close to Yeonjun if he did. The thought of Soobin kissing someone kind of makes his heart ache though…

Oh my God

I like Soobin

“Mom… I…”

His mother lets out a breath followed by a slight chuckle: “Oh, it seems my healing really does have a crush.”

Yeonjun buries his head in his pillow, when did this happen? He’s an idol, being in love is challenging enough but that person being in the same group? Oh, he’s so screwed.

“I-I can’t tell him. Fans w-will…”

“When that day comes your fans will understand.” His mother replies and he latches onto her voice, his face still buried in his pillow. If only he could hug her, receive her comfort in real life and not just through a phone.

His mother continues:

“You worked very hard to get where you are, remember all those tough days when you were a trainee, remember how difficult that was for you. You and all your members worked very hard to get where you are today. It was tough but you paved a way to happiness then and you can do it again now with this.”

Happiness…

Yeah, he did work hard. And so did Soobin. He is happy. Soobin doesn’t have a girlfriend and as much as the thought stings, when Soobin gets a partner Yeonjun will just have to suck it up. They worked too hard for him to ruin it now. Dating Soobin is never going to happen, he might as well give up now. He’s been happily on Soobin’s side for years now, nothing’s changed. He can just do as he did before, he’ll be the same teasing but supportive hyung and band member that he’s always been. Soobin is a fellow member, a brother, nothing more.

“Healing-ah?”

Yeonjun belatedly realises that his mother is still on the line, he quickly wipes away the tear he didn’t realise rolled down his cheek and sits up to answer her.

“Yeah, sorry mom I’m fine. Thanks for the advice, I think I know what to do now.”

They hang up soon after. When Yeonjun wakes up with red rimmed eyes the next day, the members very easily accept his excuse that he watched a sad movie.

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“Is it buffering? It says that the connection’s a bit unstable.”

It’s been about a week since Yeonjun’s revelation about his feelings for Soobin and he can happily announce that nothings changed. He and Soobin are still friends, and the latter doesn’t seem to have noticed anything about Yeonjun’s crush.

Although that’s not for a lack of mistakes on Yeonjun’s part.

“What flavour Pepero do you like?”

Yeonjun saw the comment flying by so he shouldn’t have been surprised when Soobin turned to him and asked it. He’s had Pepero before, he knows he prefers the nude chocolate snack over the regular one. But his nervousness under Soobin’s gaze hasn’t changed and it takes Soobin prompting the answer out of him before he’s able to form an answer. Relief fills his system when Soobin breaks eye contact to complain to the camera about not really liking the nude flavour. Yeonjun’s able to give him basic replies as his brain tries to reboot and his heart tries to recover. Thank God the connection’s terrible at the moment, he didn’t need moa’s to capture this embarrassing moment of gay panic in 4k.

Maybe hiding this crush won’t be as easy as initially expected…

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to be continued... (part 2)

#txt #tomorrow x together #yeonjun #soobin #choi yeonjun #choi soobin #yeonbin #txt yeonbin #txt ships #txt fanfic #soobin canonically making people nervous by staring at them

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theghostpinesmusic · 6 months ago

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I'm taking a few days off from writing for work/research/etc., so it's time for some more jam write-ups! I really like doing these, but it starts to feel like work when I've already been downstairs in the office staring at a screen for 6-8 hours on a given day.

Fortunately, I've been out hiking for the last two days and don't plan on getting back to the grind again until Tuesday, so for right now it sounds super-fun to get exceedingly caffeinated and write about Goose!

I've got some posts in the queue about their recent Capitol Theater run (in April) as well as one follow-up on Phish's Sphere run, and then a few "throwback" posts, as lately I've been watching video of a bunch of Goose shows I attended in person in 2022 in Colorado and Ohio.

I'm gonna start with this "Drive" from 4/7, though.

I'm not sure if I've ever covered a "Drive" before, but it's been a consistently huge jam vehicle for the band since before I started listening to them in fall of '19. Like a lot of Goose tunes that I have covered before, though, "Drive" has gone through a few compositional changes over the years.

In my admittedly human and flawed memory, there have been a few different ways the song has been played since 2019. First was the "two part" version, that features most of the composed portion of the song, then a jam, then a short instrumental/vocal bridge, and then a "second jam" (not unlike "Mike's Song"). The quintessential version of this arrangement is probably the Buffalo '19 version, in case you're interested. Somewhere in the last 2-3 years, the bridge and the second jam went away, replaced by a single jam that started from the funk-styled ending of what had once been the "first" part of the song. Even more recently, the song still only has one "part," but it usually ends with a swerve into a minor key, that kicks off the improvisation.

This particular version came three songs into the band's four-night run at the Capitol Theatre in April, a surprise run of shows announced and played as a prelude to summer tour and as an introduction to Cotter Ellis, the new drummer. 4/7 was his first show in front of an audience with the band, and I was able to watch it live from home, as the band streamed the whole run for free over YouTube. The first two songs of the night, "Flodown" and "Rockdale," were both solid takes on those songs, but stayed inside the box, as they usually do. So I was excited when the band launched into "Drive" next, hoping to see Cotter go deep with Goose live for the first time. The result was this 31-minute monster, which is probably my favorite jam from the whole run, despite there being many, many other highlights from the rest of 4/7 and the following three nights.

The first thing you'll notice is that two-guitar Goose is objectively better than one-guitar Goose. I love when Peter comes out from inside his Keyboard Cave to play with Rick, like the camera captures here at 2:45.

As is typical for this arrangement, Rick takes a regular solo at 4:40 or so, setting up the transition from the song to the jam proper at around 6:20. There isn't a key change here initially, but the tempo slows down a little and things get generally more mellow. Peter (I think?) switches to a tone that sounds a ton to me like the one Trey uses on "A Song I Heard The Ocean Sing" and the lights kick into We're Going To Weird Town mode. I really like the way the two guitars are playing off of each other here, instead of the usual, where one takes over playing rhythm and the other guy solos.

Trevor in particular seems to have leveled up through playing with Cotter, and to my ears he's the one holding things down melodically here, while Rick and Peter both play around him.

One thing I've noticed pretty much immediately (see Ted Tapes 2024) is that Cotter's playing seems to have made the rest of the band more patient than before when it comes to exploring these mellow, downtempo spaces. And that's for better and worse: as I'm sure I'll talk about more at some point, I do find myself missing the kinds of balls-out, rockfest jams and sets it often felt like Ben's metronomic, power playing drove them to. At the same time, the first few minutes of this jam seems to be the vibe of a lot of New Goose's improvisation. And, yeah, I love it too.

The pace starts to pick up a bit around 9:30, coinciding with a camera shot of Trevor rocking out. Pete starts chording more and Rick starts layering melody playing over top of that. Then, Cotter switches up the beat at 11:00, which definitely gives this "Drive" more...drive.

Sorry.

The trilling/wah pedal combo that Peter busts out right before 12:00 is a brilliant addition to the proceedings, and Rick matches it shortly with some trilling of his own. The crystal-clear tone and the distorted tone together here sound incredible. This is the kind of jamming where Cotter's jazzy, light(er) touch really adds a lot.

I loved the light setup for this run while watching over the streams, finding it to be a neat, scaled-down version of the setup for December's Goosemas (probably on purpose?), it really shines in particular during this part of this jam. I'm selfishly hoping they keep it (or replace it with something even better) until September so I can see it in person.

I can't overstate how great and essential to the feel of this jam Peter's chording/wah combination is from, like, 14:00 until 16:00. It's a thing he does a lot during two-guitar jams, but it feels way more powerful and central to the sound of the band here than usual.

To me, the entire jam to this point, from 6:20 on, is a slow, patient build on a particular theme and sound, and it works wonderfully. And then, without significantly changing the feel or the direction of the jam, Rick caps things off at 16:12 by suddenly ripping into this perfect riff that feels like it must have been composed ahead of time. It's ridiculous. Trevor is absolutely crushing the bass here and Cotter's cymbals are perfectly accentuating what Rick is playing and it's fucking nuts.

This is literally the first jam the band has played this year and, watching it live, I put a note in my setlist that said, unironically, "Jam of the Year 2024?"

Then, just as things are winding down naturally around 17:40, Cotter changes the beat up again to something faster, as if to say "Hell no, we aren't even close to done yet!"

Trevor continues being an absolute monster as we switch to Heavily Distorted Funk Mode. Peter's strumming goes from chunky to downright evil. Then he turns his guitar into a 1980s computer because why not? I'm not sure what effect he uses here, but it reminds me of the lightly-distorted Robot Tone that Trey used a bunch with Phish in summer '21. Whatever it is, it prompts Rick to jump down and start playing his looper, which in turn prompts Peter to move from guitar to the xylophone patch on his keyboard. Again, things get weird.

They stay in this groove-driven, loopy space for a few minutes and we get to hear Trevor go to town again in the meantime (seriously, he's my favorite player in the band lately). Then, around 22:30, Rick turns off the looper and starts quietly soloing over the groove. I really love his otherwise clean, reverb-y tone here.

Around 25:10, Rick starts to play variations on a really blissful, major-key melody and it starts to feel like the jam is building to a big finish. It feels even more that way when Peter switches to a clean piano sound, moving us into classic Goose Peak Jam territory, and at 28:45 Rick takes to the finish line with a huge high note. From there, we get a little complimentary shredding, and then the intensity builds and builds until it's almost comical (the lights turning to smiley faces at 30:30 really puts it over the top in the best way), and then we get a big ol' rock-and-roll ending without a return to "Drive" at all.

And that's the story of how New Goose obliterated my brain twenty minutes into their first-ever show together!

#goose #writing #tour journal #music #live music #videos #jams #jam band #Youtube

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thefanficmonster · 4 years ago

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An Impostor In Love

Sequel to ‘Love For The Faceless’ (’Body Reveal’)

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing (maybe)

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Rae can’t stay mad at her best friends forever. Them being absolutely adorable doesn’t help her ‘pissed off’ act either. Y/N’s outing Corpse like she’s a human lie detector. Corpse is gushing about her every second word that comes out of his mouth. And the rest of the lobby are getting one hell of a kick out of the Among Us romantic comedy - An Impostor In Love

Requested but, once again, not in a typical way. I honestly wasn’t expecting all the positive feedback I got for Love For The Faceless (Body Reveal). I was star-struck! You guys are so amazing I have no words to describe just how much I love you all! Thank you for everything! This story is for all of you 🥰🥰🥰

“Mr. and Mrs. ‘Totally not dating’ have entered the call!“ Sean announces when I hop into the Discord call to play Among Us with the usual gang. I hear Corpse’s laugh from down the hall, bringing a smile to my face.

We’ve gotten used to playing in this arrangement, a few rooms away from each other, ever since we moved in together - Corpse is in his recording room and I am in our shared bedroom. When one dies, they go in the other’s room to troll them. I’m usually the one dead, but that’s besides the point.

“Hi everyone!“ I say in my typical cheery tone before kicking it done a few notches, making it an octave deeper just to say: “Hi Rae.”

The whole lobby laughs, they all know what I’m trying to do here. Everyone’s aware this is the first time Rae is in the same call and lobby as Corpse and I after you-know-which incident. Sure, I’ve been poking sticks at her, waving a white flag and admitting I was wrong several times by now. Who knew my sweetheart best friend could act so cold? I know it’s a front. I know she’s fighting to stay mad. There’s a ton of pressure on her to finally forgive us, but she’s been holding up better than I would be if I were in her situation.

I honestly felt, and still feel, slightly guilty. I know best friends are supposed to tell each other everything. They are supposed to be the first ones to know whatever’s going on in each other’s lives. And I know I broke one of the main rules of friendships, but the decision wasn’t only mine to make. I’m sure she understands where I’m coming from, she’s just giving me and Corpse a hard time.

“Hello, Y/N.” She replies, her tone strictly formal.

“Progress, people! Progress!“ I say joyously, the smile turning into a grin

“Don’t worry, babe. We’ll get her eventually.“ Corpse reassures me as he’s done for the past week or two. He knew I wasn’t as unbothered by Rae’s anger towards me as I tried to appear - a pro and simultaneously a con of living with someone: they pick up on everything about you. You become as familiar to them as the back of their hand.

“I know, I know.“ I giggle, “She’ll cave.“

“Yeah, good luck with that.“ Rae has dropped the formal tone, now sounding like a stubborn child which is something I’m way more familiar with. I’ve dealt with her tantrums and childish outbursts - I don’t know which number it is, but it’s somewhere in the rule book of friendships - and I at least the approximate meaning behind it.

Ken puts an end to our friendly, stick-poking, sorta one-sided banter, ushering us to start the game. We all oblige, muting our mics and getting our heads in the game as though we’re about to enter an actual warzone with upmost stealth.

To my dismay, the screen flashes ‘Crewmate’. I head out of cafeteria to do my task in Weapons, staying weary of anyone within my proximity. Once I’m done, I head on down to Shields and complete my task there as well. I cringe when I’m done, knowing my last three tasks are in Electrical. Like, the fuck kind of luck do I have?

I make my way through the halls, running into Sykkuno and we circle around each other a few times to show we’re safe before we each continue our own way. I enter Electrical and.....oh Felix is dead. And oh lookie who’s right there...

I report the body before the impostor can and we all unmute our mics.

“Found him in Electrical.“ I say nonchalantly, “Didn’t see anyone in there though.“

“Anyone sus?“ Sean asks

We say our ‘no’s and ‘I don’t know’s and skip the vote. I’m smirking to myself as I head back down to Electrical. Walking in, I see the same person as before - Rae. I stop dead in my tracks and we just stare at each other for a few seconds before she comes towards me, circling me twice, bumping visors with me and venting out of the room.

“You’re welcome.“ I mumble, smiling widely.

I finish my tasks and leave Electrical just as Corpse enters our bedroom, giving me this tired-parent look like he’s half disappointed and half amused. “You just threw the game, didn’t you? Don’t lie.” He raises his eyebrows, fully adopting his parent role.

I giggle, shaking my head, sending him the briefest of glances before my eyes fixate on the screen in utter shock - Sean just killed me. Oh, for fuck’s sake...

“I was gonna come clean eventually, but I guess they won’t hear it from me now.“ I shrug, lifting my laptop and setting it aside so Corpse can join me on the bed. I snuggle up to him immediately, drawn to him as though he’s a human magnet.

“Who was it?“ He asks me, running his hands through my hair in a soothing manner.

I frown, pulling away from his chest to look him in the eyes, “Wait, how did you know I threw the game if you don’t know who I threw it for?”

He smirks, shrugging, “I didn’t know. You were smiling downright evilly when I came in so I just assumed.” He boops my nose. “And you ratted yourself out.”

I narrow my eyes at him, blowing some air out my nose - a gesture that has become my only way of showing anger towards him. I literally can’t even voice when I’m upset with him cause the grudge lasts like .5 seconds. I let him get away with more than he should.

Seeing as how I can’t argue to his statement, I lean back into his chest and pull out my phone to pass the time while I pretend to give him the silent treatment. Among my notifications is one for Rae’s stream. I smile and tap it, being taken to her YouTube channel and her live stream.

Just when the stream loads, Rae finds my dead body in Storage.

“Oh, nooooooo! Y/N!“ She wines as she goes over to it, “Sean must’ve killed her.” She reports the body and unmutes herself in game, “The body’s in Storage. I was on my way to call an emergency meeting cause I saw Sean vent in Security.”

“WHAT?!“ Sean exclaims in shock, “I didn’t! Rae’s lying. I swear I didn’t! I wasn’t even in Security!“

“Sean has been following me around this whole time. Just saying.“ Ken joins the discussion, throwing even more suspicion on Sean.

“We gotta vote someone.“ Charlie says, “Might as well be the most sus person at the moment.“

The voting results show all the little astronaut icons on Sean except his which is on Rae. Sean gets launched into space and the game continues. Having muted her mic in-game, Rae speaks up: “Y/N has been avenged. No one kills my best friend.”

I’m staring at my phone screen, eyes wide, eyebrows raised, a huge smile on my face. I take a glance at Corpse out of the corner of my eye and see he’s just as pleasantly surprised as I am.

“For those of you asking if I’m still mad at her and Corpse, the answer’s no. Actually, I think I was never mad. I was just in shock and a little hurt that I wasn’t made aware sooner.“ Rae says as she keeps wandering around the map, “Then I realized not talking to my best friend hurt more than the betrayal, you know. The only reason I still pretend is because it’s really funny to see her trying to soften me up.“ She laughs, “But yeah. I don’t know what I’d do without her or Corpse in my life. I love them both and love them even more together. My best friends are dating, I still can’t wrap my brain around that! They are sooo cute, you guys! I wish they posted more content of them together. I’m literally simping over their relationship! But shh, don’t tell em I said that.”

I laugh, overjoyed by what I just heard. I knew she couldn’t still be mad at us. I know she has every right to be, but she’s too sweet to actually hold a grudge against anyone ever.

I suddenly want nothing more than to give her an enormous hug and hold onto her for as long as she’d let me. I just now realize how lonely it feels to have never hugged your best friend because you haven’t hung out together in person. The only reason Rae now knows what I look like is because I sent her a full body picture of myself as one of my sad attempts to get her to start talking to us again. We have never met in person, and that thought kills me. It makes me impatient for this pandemic to end even more than before.

“Told you there was nothing to worry about.“ Corpse’s arms tighten their hold on my body, pulling me even closer which I didn’t know was possible. The most fulfilling and endearing feeling - being in the arms of a loved one. Being held so close and so tightly that you feel like you’re untouchable. Like you two can’t be hurt by anything in the world as long as you have each other.

“Yeah, you were right.“ I sigh in content, putting my phone down and covering his hands with mine, our rings clinking quietly when they touch.

“As usual...“ he whispers theatrically with his lips against my hair.

I playfully roll my eyes, catching glimpse of the screen showing Rae’s demise.

“Oh no, they caught her.“ I say, a bit disappointed she didn’t win and more than a bit responsible for her defeat.

I somehow manage to convince myself to get untangled from Corpse’s embrace and join the new round. I hear him groan as I settle my computer in my lap, unmuting my mic.

“See ya, kitten.“ Corpse kisses my temple, standing up.

“Oh my God, you two are too cute.“ Poki says sweetly, having heard what Corpse said to me.

“SIMP!“ Sean and Felix shout in unison causing the whole lobby to laugh. Corpse is as red as Rae’s avatar as he exists our room, running down the hallway.

“Ok, ok, ok. Hold on. I have to address this. I really hadn’t stepped foot in Security, let alone vented in there. Rae why were you lying?“ Sean’s voice cuts through the teasing directed towards Corpse and I.

“While we’re on that topic...“ Felix speaks up as well, making me break out in a nervous sweat, “Y/N, you literally saw Rae kill me, but you said you didn’t see anyone.“ He laughs, “Not gonna lie, I was a bit pissed.“

The call falls silent for about five seconds until Rae and I speak simultaneously.

“I was avenging Y/N.“

“I was helping Rae.“

Silence follows our statements, not for long though, as our friends break out in amused laughter.

“Fuck’s sake, you two make a good team.“ Sean says through genuine laughter which Rae and I soon join him in.

Felix and Sean and the rest of the lobby forgive us for throwing the game from both the crewmate and impostor’s side and we move onto another round. This time I have only one task in Electrical which I leave for last as always. I don’t feel like dying right from the get-go. I start by doing the card swipe in Admin and then the fuel task in Storage. As I make my way to Upper Engine, Corpse leaves Electrical, falling in step with me. I immediately get nervous, but still make my way to where I’m supposed to go, hoping he’d go his own way eventually.

I stay wary of my boyfriend as I do my task, praying he won’t take my head off. When the task is finished, I find I’m trapped in the room with the doors shut. And Corpse right there. With every right and opportunity to kill me and vent. No one would know. No one saw us.

That nervous sweat is back.

I’m counting my last seconds of being alive.

And it happens...

A body is reported

“Oh than you so so so much! Corpse was gonna kill me in Upper Engine!“ I don’t let the person who reported the body speak, thanking them for my survival. “I was sure I was a goner.“

“Babe, come on now. You know I wouldn’t kill you even if I was an impostor. I love you too much.“ Corpse hurries to defend himself, “I’m following you around to keep you safe.“

I can tell he’s capping, but I have no concrete proof. He knows I’m onto him. His best bet is having me killed by the other impostor. He might have been capping the majority of his defense, but I know he won’t kill me.

“I’ll vote for myself because of that one.“ I mumble

The vote is skipped except the one vote I placed on myself and the round continues. I follow Corpse around the whole time, making sure he’s completing tasks - not that I can be 100% certain he’s actually completing them.

All is well until we walk into Admin and find Felix there, uploading data. Corpse, dead-ass, goes up to him and kills him, reporting the body right afterwards.

“IT’S CORPSE!“ I don’t give him a chance to start his brainwashing of the rest of the players. “Felix, this is my redemption for leaving your death unavenged last round.“

“Yeah, it’s me.“ Corpse laughs, that adorable laugh of his melting me despite the need to stay strong and carry out my argument, “Just vote me out so I can go troll Y/N.“

“Sounds like a plan to me.“ Ken says, the remainder of the crewmates, and the impostor probably, agreeing with him.

The votes are put in, all on Corpse obviously, and he is sent off into space. Not even five seconds later I hear his footsteps approaching.

I look up when he pops his head in the room and says, “I have come to annoy you to death with my love for you.”

I can’t help but laugh, shaking my head. The things this man does to me are insane. It’s insane that I let him.

It’s amazing, really. We’re amazing.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I pat the spot on the bed next to me, “I’ll allow it. But only cause I love you too.”

@susceptible-but-siriusexual @simonsbluee @save-the-sky @hacker-ghost @itsminniekat @bi-andready-tocry @imtiredaffff @jazzkaurtheglorious @hereforbeebo @fandomgirl17 @chrysanthykios @maehemscorpyus @loraleiix @letsloveimagines @annshit @i-cant-choose-a-username-help @enigmaticmaze @divine-artemis

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jedidisneyartblog · 2 years ago

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Hi! It’s been a minute! My blog name has even changed lol - but if you don’t know, I used to be jedidisneyphantomofstorybrooke

Yesterday, @shipwreckedcomedy officially announced the upcoming kickstarter campaign for The Case of the Greater Gatsby - the continuation to The Case of the Gilded Lily. Maybe they intended this, or maybe it’s just a funny coincidence, but yesterday was the 5 year anniversary of the Finale Stream for The Case of the Gilded Lily’s kickstarter campaign - or to me, the livestream that quite literally changed my life.

(Very long sappy post incoming)

When I entered the Fig and Ford Fanfiction competition, I was in high school - about to enter 11th grade, in fact, and I had just figured out that I wanted to pursue a degree in creative writing. But I was also terrified - I was passionate about storytelling but I often had issues with the quality of my work, and compared myself to others often. After I had entered the competition, I remember reading everyone else’s entries and thinking for sure that mine was the weakest. And yet, I got first place.

This was the first time I had ever won, let alone placed in, a writing competition. Shipwrecked, you have no idea how much this meant to me. This was the biggest encouragement you could ever offer me, because it not only assured me that I was on the right track, but it would help me realize later that I don’t have to rely on traditional storytelling methods and would instead thrive in multi-format methods. (This was years ago so a refresher - my fanfic entry included “script pages” for a film, and pages also featured handwritten annotations that Wilhelmina had written - its somewhere buried on this blog lol)

Every once in a while, I look back at the piece, and admittedly, between my attempt at recreating screenplay format, to my horribly off-base characterization of Wilhelmina, I do cringe quite a bit. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that the lovely people of Shipwrecked believed in my concept, and thus believed in me. (Plus I was like 16 so I have to cut myself some slack)

So. 5 years later. I’m in university, I’m about to enter my senior year pursuing a modified creative writing degree that allows me to study storytelling as a whole, from novels to film to television to plays to more. I got to be in the writer’s room for a feature film that my university produced, earning me my first ever IMDB credit, and that film will (hopefully) soon be heading to festivals. I also got the chance this past semester to debut an original 10 minute play, produced by and starring my fellow students, that blended live action and audio drama podcast techniques.

And every day as I leave my room, I always pass by my Vivian Nightingale poster that I won from that competition.

So, to wrap up a very, very long post where I realize that I have now made this big, exciting announcement about ~me~, I just want to say thank you. Thank you to Sean Persaud, Sinéad Persaud, Mary Kate Wiles, Sarah Grace Hart, and everyone involved with Shipwrecked Comedy. You and the things you create are everything to me. I am so excited to continue to follow your endeavors in the future, and I am even more excited about the launch of the kickstarter for The Case of the Greater Gatsby on June 28th! Everyone please make sure to donate when it opens!!!

#fig and ford #shipwrecked comedy #the case of the gilded lily #the case of the greater gatsby #vivian nightingale #sean persaud #sinead persaud #mary kate wiles #sarah grace hart

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avtrbee · 4 years ago

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and the life after that

reincarnation au!

You were dying, you could feel blood drenching your right hip and you can’t feel your left leg. You wonder if you even had a leg anymore. The man, always faceless, strange and mysterious, but also so familiar and warm would cradle you in his arms.

“Would you find me in our next lives and the life after that, if it’s even real?” You’d ask.

You knew what he would say even before he replied. I’d find you over and over again.

“I’d find you over and over again.” He whispers in your ear, tears pooling in his eyes, mouth stretched to a sad smile. “I promise.”

That was the dream that haunts your sleep often, always repeating, never different, and yet you’d still wake up sobbing, tears streaming down your cheeks. You’ve always woken with some pain you feel in your heart, as if someone had stabbed it. It was as if your soul was trying to get you to remember something you can’t.

The same dream visited you again last night, and in the nap you so desperately took during the afternoon, leaving you tired and restless for the day. Unfortunately for you, today was the day your company was sending you to a charity gala as a representative.

The night flew by and you found yourself wearing a dress inside a grand building, surrounded by people richer and smarter than you. The dark circles under your eyes were not visible due to the makeup that you wore, creating the illusion of a well rested Y/N L/N. You have done your job, socializing amongst other companies’ representatives, forming connections, starting conversations. Before long you found yourself searching for a waiter and grabbing a drink from their tray.

You’re nursing a glass of champagne in your hand with your arms resting on the table in front of you. Though you were physically present in the gala, your mind was somewhere else. Your thoughts always drift back to the dream tonight, the picture of the man constantly popping back in your brain, while mindlessly staring at the rest of the people in the room.

Your attention was grabbed by the loud applause everyone gave to the blonde man walking towards the stadium. He was tall, buff, with a certain confidence in his walk. You tilt your head at the sight of him, wondering where you have seen him before. Somehow you could recall him in a similar situation but this time he wore a green cloak and stood on a wooden stage with you and several people beside him staring at an army of faceless people. Strangely enough, the faceless man from your dreams stood beside you.

What was his name? You wonder, E...Evans? Eliot? Er...Erwin! Yes, Erwin sounds about right. How the name popped up in your mind was a mystery to you. You have never met this man before but there was a fierce belief of faith in him. He seemed trustworthy, smart, cunning…

From your table, you saw Erwin speak lively on the microphone cracking jokes, earning laughs from the audience . After several minutes, he gestured his drink in his hand to what seems to be like your direction. Immediately, everyone turned to your way and you froze, frantically looking around in panic.

Thankfully, their gazes were aimed towards the man on the table in front of you.

“...thank you for putting your trust in us and donating a generous amount of 50,000 euro. You truly are a loyal friend in my previous life, in this life, and in many to come.” Erwin announced and joyous laughter came from the guests.

The man in front of you raised his glass to Erwin as a show of recognition. Once he pulled his drink down, Erwin continued rambling on stage along with the attention of the people.

You watch as the man’s shoulder drops, finally relaxing and turning his back to the stage and his face to your direction.

A gasp came out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. Suddenly all the noise that came from the audience, all their laughs and Erwin’s jokes were filtered out of your senses. All what mattered was the man in front of you. “...Levi?”

He was the man in your dreams, your brain declared confidently without any logical reason why. The man holding you as you died was faceless, this you were sure of. Surely having the same dream occur over and over again was enough for you to remember every detail of it. And yet, he fits. His dark hair was styled the same, an undercut that parted in the middle, just like how his mother did it when he was younger. His eyes were the same sight of the comforting gray that you used to wake up to every morning and the last thing you saw at night.

His head snapped towards you upon hearing his name. As soon as he looked at you, you saw his eyes widen and he staggered backwards in shock. “Y/N?”

You gulped as you drank the sight of him. The first thing you noticed was his height, he was taller than you remembered. You estimate his height was similar to his uncle, around 6 foot, rather than the shorter version of him that you recall. Hm, probably because he got a healthier amount of sunshine than he did from the Underground...you muse.

You racked your head. How did you know that? How did you know his name? How did you know his mother cut his hair? How did you know that he was 5’3'' and certainly not a 6 footer looking basketball athlete, and how are you so sure of that? How did you know he had an uncle around the same height…? Millions of thoughts were racing in your mind, confusion adamant in your face.

Despite your confusion, you took a step towards him, and another, and another, until you found yourself in front of him, looking up to his face.

He dropped his drink on the table and proceeded to lift his hands to your face to cup your face, and you let him. You unconsciously lean in to his touch as he holds you as if you were something fragile and precious.

His eyes soften at the sight of you, and somehow you knew that this loving expression on his face was not often seen by people, only reserved for you and a selected few.

“I found you.” He says, a small smile etched on his face. “I told you I would.”

It’s him. A laugh rumbled out of your mouth and tears spilled out of your eyes. You launched yourself on his chest, arms around him, hugging him so tight. You feel him kiss your hair lovingly, hugging you as tight. Levi felt warm and smelled like mint just like you remembered.

You were home.

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #aot #attack on titan

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latenightsandbrightdyes · 3 years ago

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One Way Or Another

Summary: A misunderstanding interrupts a snowy getaway with your boyfriend and his brothers.

Jungkook x reader.

Angst. Fluff. Some Smutty Activity. Bangtan Shenanigans.

Welcome to a very random drabble that I wrote at some point and just found the courage to post. Thanks to the lovely @xjoonchildx who not only brightens my days with her amazing stories, and witty intellectual lists, but listens to my random nonsense I message her, and answers back with such sweet welcoming encouragement. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!

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Your heart was racing. Sneakers squeaking out like a beacon on the hardwood floor as you turned a corner, the quick action propelling you forward into a large living room. Your eyes taking in the beautiful room as you mentally curse this gorgeous house in the woods. Feet still moving, trying to find anywhere that could hide you. Hearing his boots on the floor caused your heart to thunder in your chest. Eyes pinging around the room, landing on couches, a glass coffee table, gauze curtains. Nothing that was going to help. Brain apparently on a whole other level, had you exiting the living room. The hallway options were better but still not ideal. You pass up the idea of going upstairs, not wanting to make one of those fatal horror movie cliched decisions. The kitchen was to the left, that was the one place you knew you would be cornered. “This a maze or a house?” You sounded more winded than you actually were, the adrenaline making itself present in the air. His chuckle echoed from behind you somewhere and you squeaked, feet taking off like a rocket to the right. The chuckle got deeper and louder but not closer. He was in no hurry, confident that he would catch you. It wasn’t until the third or fourth slap of your sneakers on stone that you realized you had taken the stairs down. With a shake of your head, you paused unsure of what was down there. It was bright and only got brighter the further down you could see. Your feet slowly and quietly went down another step, then another and another. A noise from above had your head snapping up, as your hand gripped the railing. Your eyes narrowed, “was that...?” The cheeky bastard was whistling One Way Or Another. It felt like your heart was trying to match the beat, and you decided you didn’t care about the echo of your footsteps as you took the stairs quicker than ever. The room was open and brightly lit up with sunlight streaming in through floor to ceiling windows. Only a hot tub in the giant space, currently occupied by two of your friends. “Hey-“ You flapped your arms and aggressively shushed Hoseok, who looked even more startled than he had when you first burst into the room, intruding on his relaxation. “I’m sorry! I-“ Your head snapped up again, hearing boots on the stairs. Your wide eyes scanned the room again before they met Jimin’s amused ones. You hastily whispered “I was never here!” Before running and practically diving behind the hot tub. “What the hell is-“ “SHHH!” You hissed out at Hobi. “Just go about your business, bestie.” The whisper wasn’t as harsh this time, mostly because you felt bad but partly because you were trying to get your breathing under control. As you tucked your legs close and curled into a ball on the floor, you heard his whistling abruptly stop as his boots slapped loudly against the floor, announcing his arrival into the room. Slowly you pulled the hood to your onesie over your head, wishing it was an invisibility cloak. “Hyungs, have you seen my traitor of a girlfriend?” Jungkook’s voice was smooth, too smooth, as the words caused you to shiver. “What... No!” Hobi’s reply was too quick and had you squeezing your eyes shut. Jungkook’s chuckle and mocking “No?” Had you biting your lip. “Funny ‘cause I’m willing to bet you’re hiding the little sneak.” “What’s going on..?” Jimin’s quiet tone was full of confusion as more footsteps could be heard on the stairs causing you to curl into yourself tighter. “C’mon, just accept-“ “Accept what?” JK’s voice lashed out, cutting Jin off. “Accept that my girlfriend played me?” His tone was incredulous and had your heart sinking. “Wait, what’s...what happened?” Hoseok sounded so lost you couldn’t help but tilt your head to the right and look up at him in the hot tub. His hand held out in the air as if indicating Jungkook and Seokjin. A big huff of air was released adding to the already tense atmosphere. “We were just playin-“ “Playing? You and that little temptress were-“ You couldn’t take it anymore and popped up from behind the hot tub. “I couldn’t resist, okay!?” The pleading whine of your voice ricocheted off the walls as all heads snapped to you. Hobi jumped up from his seated position, turning so fast that he hit his knee in the hot tub. “Oh shit!” He hissed. The look on Jungkook’s face as he took a step towards you had you stepping back automatically. His eyes narrowed, “Oh, it’s my fault then?” Your hands flew into the air like you were tossing a pizza, before pointing at him. “YES! Just be glad that I restrained myself. The situation was under control until you-“ “Until I?” Jungkook ripped the beanie off his head, twisting the material with a harsh laugh before yanking it back on. “Nothing is under control if you’re picking anyone over me.” The force of your head shaking had the onesie’s hood falling down. “I didn’t pick anyone over you!” His shoulder lifted as he motioned to the right, “You took Jin hyung up on his offer.” You looked between Jin and Jungkook, “I wasn’t going to... I love Seokjinnie and all, but I love you so much. And you’re so-“ Jungkook scoffed, “But what do you love most, hmm?” Your eyes narrowed, “I do NOT love ice cream more than I love you!” “Ice cream, the fuck?” Ignoring Yoongi, Jungkook took a step, his voice taunting, “Your actions say otherwise...” You almost screamed, “It’s not my fault!” Your hands were moving all around as you ranted. “Jin offered me ice cream if I helped him win, yes, but I wasn’t... I thought about it for like a second. A. SECOND, okay? But then you bent over the pool table in front of me, and your ass was just THERE! I didn’t know where the pool balls were. Or that you were about to hit, and damn sure didn’t know you’d sink the 8ball!” Jungkook mocked your hand motion which had been a bit wide apparently. “Oh, there?” You jabbed your finger in the air at him indignantly, “Your ass looks great in that onesie, so don’t even!” He smiled at you, which is when you finally took notice that he had been slowly moving closer as he provoked you. Eyes narrowed, and head tilted to look for an escape, “Be glad I restrained myself, because I wanted to bite, but instead I only grabbed.” The shift in his body was clear, he hadn’t been expecting that but he sure seemed to like it. A smile played on your lips, “Oh, did you hear something you liked, Jeon?” lightly snapping your teeth at the end. Jungkook suddenly lunged at you, arm out stretched. You squeaked out a laugh as you hopped back and to the right. Your arm reaching the glass doorhandle and yanking it open, before charging out into the cold. The snow under your sneakers made you nervous but you pushed it down as Jungkook’s boots crunched loudly in the snow. You quickly realized you were more trapped outside surrounded by the frozen forest than you had been in the house. Your foot slid in the snow, causing you to start to fall. Decision made for you, you turned and slid even more landing down on one knee with the other leg stretched out into a half split. With your arms out in the air at your sides for balance, you looked up to face your boyfriend. His handsome face was beaming with a victorious smile, his breath creating puffs in the cold air. All black onesie, beanie, and boots overshadowing all the snowy white. It really wasn’t fair how he looked so good in snow. All you wanted to do was launch yourself into his arms but you refused to give up your little game. You reached down and grabbed a handful of snow, ignoring the cold burn before tossing it at Jungkook. You watched as the snow scattered in the air, a few stray clumps only missing him by inches before they fell to the ground. Laughter bubbles up inside you, and you could feel yourself tipping over. Eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back as your laughter danced with the breeze, you gave in falling back into the snow, only to have a strong arm wind around your shoulders, cushioning your head from impact. “Caught you.” Jungkook’s warm hand on your cheek had your eyes opening, His smile brighter than the sun behind his shoulder. You tilted your head to the side, kissing his palm, as you brought your hand up to rest over his heart before your eyes met again. “Hi.” His thumb slid along your cheek, touching the corner of your lips. “Hiya sweetheart.” Jungkook leaned down, and touched his nose to yours. “I knew you were there.” You leaned your head up to soak in the warmth of his breath as your other arm came around his back, nails tracing random patterns on his broad shoulder. “Damn, Hobi is a shitty alibi.” Jungkook chuckled, “Nah, babe, well yeah” he leaned closer, his lips ghosting over yours, “but I could see the reflection of your pink onesie in the window.” “Well fuck me and my hiding skills.” You breathed on his lips. He leaned his head back and to the side, “We can’t really call them skills, now can we, love?” Your nose scrunched up, “Excuse you, I am very skilled in the art of hide-“ Jungkook’s hand came up, and pulled lightly at the zipper of your onesie, stopping once he exposed where your cleavage and the cup of your red bra met. “Very skilled, indeed.” The gasp that escaped you had nothing to do with the cold air hitting your exposed flesh, and everything to do with Jungkook’s hips pushing into yours. You licked your lips as you hooked your legs around him. “We’re both very skilled, some may even say blessed.” His smirk was intoxicating, and the mischief in his eyes had your breath stalling in your lungs. If your hand would have been anywhere else, you would not of known he was up to something. But as you felt his back muscles shift slightly, you looked to his side and saw snow in his free hand. “Gguk…” The breathy tone of your voice had his smirk widening, and his nose wrinkling. He brought his snowy hand up, and over your bare chest, holding it there. Your eyes met, before you both watched his still hand, and the slowly melting snow shifting along his fingers. Your hand tightened on his shoulder, nails biting in as soon as the first drop of snow started to fall. It hit your chest with a searing silence as your lungs tried to take in all the air around you at once. Jungkook caused all of that air to rush from your lungs in the next moment, as he leaned down and slowly licked the melted snow off your chest. His dark eyes on yours, he placed open mouthed kisses along to the next snow that fell, before his hot tongue came out again to lick the liquid up. The shiver that rocked your body felt like it would of been felt through the very earth beneath you. His lips feathered lightly over to your galloping heart, resting there, as he brought his wet hand up to your throat. He tilted your chin up, before using his three long fingers to paint down your throat with melted snow. The whimper that managed to escape your throat was desperate and eager. Jungkook’s answering noise rumbled from his chest into yours, animalistic and proud, as he leaned up tongue starting at your collarbone, and slowly gliding up toward your chin. Snow fell as his teeth nipped at your pulse point. Your legs tightening around his hips, head thrown back further as your hands pulled him as close as possible. Snow forcefully hit your hand that was on his back, causing you to let go of Jungkook and had him pulling back looking down at you confused. Your brows furrowed as Jungkook shifted up onto his forearms quickly, covering you, right before the sound of snow hitting could be heard. You stared at his chest, as realization dawned, then brought your hands up to cover his exposed neck. A slow clap could be heard as the snow stopped. “Playing grab ass in the snow like a couple of horny teenagers!” Jimin’s voice sounded so proud and amused. “Doesn’t feel good having people storm into your private moment, huh?” Hobi taunted as Taehyung’s laugh rang out just before another smash of snow sounded. Jungkook shifted his head to look behind him, your hands tightening around his neck with the movement. “The hell..?” “Just thought you could use some audience feedback,” came Jin’s reply, “Can’t see shit through your big ass head.” Hoseok’s wheeze was unnecessarily loud, and caused your irritation to skyrocket. “That shit’s not cool, bestie!” You called from under Jungkook. “Shit’s not cool to disrupt my down time, AGAIN!” Hobi shot out. “You and Jungkook with your kinky games…” Jin tried to sound disappointed but his laughter was too clear as another snowball hit your boyfriend’s back. “It wasn’t intentional, EX-bestie! This is kinky? Broaden your horizons to match your shoulders, bitch.” Your annoyance had you letting go of Jungkook’s neck to quickly zip up your onesie, then tapping him so he would move off you, which he ignored. As Jimin and Tae’s giggles rang out, you felt Jungkook tighten himself over you just before the thud of more snowballs hitting his back could be heard. Your hands quickly went back up to his neck, only to be met with clumps of erupted snowballs. You quickly scooped as many pieces as you could and tossed them aside. Jungkook leaned back, his eyes dipping down to see you had zipped up, before looking at you with raised eyebrows. Just as he opened his mouth, you saw a snowball hit the back of his head, the broken pieces scattering around him as his head tipped down with the force. Pushing lightly at Jungkook’s chest, he actually moved back this time into a Half crouch half standing position, amusement written all over his face as he extended his hand to you. Once your hand was in his, he effortlessly pulled you up and into his body, still shielding you. “I’m gonna kick their asses.” You declared fiercely. His hand came up to cup your cheek, fingers tucking some hair behind your ear. “I fucking love you.” Jungkook’s voice was like warm honey sticking to your skin. You leaned up on your tiptoes, hands going to his cold wet neck, “I fucking love you too.” Jungkook’s thumb slid down to your chin, to bring your lips together in a quick promise filled kiss. He pulled back as another snowball hit his back. Your glare was instantly back and aimed in the direction of the snowball launcher, even though all you could see was your boyfriend’s strong chest. His radiant smile had you looking up and ignited your own. “Seems like a good day for war.” Your smile turned into a massive smirk at his competitive declaration. “That’s what I’ve been saying all day!” “Tonight, we celebrate.” Jungkook winked as he stepped back and turned to face his brothers, missing the way your eyes lit up. “Oh shit, Jiminie woke the beast!” Hoseok called out, your eyes easily finding him further back from Tae and Jimin, a pile of snowballs on the ground as he used his gloved hands to make more at an alarming rate. Tae was also trying to stockpile snowballs, but wasn’t getting very far ahead. “Was that a toucan!?” Jimin yelled while turning quickly, stomping on more than half of Taehyung’s snowball collection, squinting at the trees. “Stop, Jiminah!” Tae grumbled as he hunched over, hurrying to make more. “Did you hear that?” Jimin said seriously as he turned, kicking out his leg taking out the rest of the pile. “Whatcha hearing, Jimin-shi?” Jungkook asked from your left. You looked down to see him squatted in the snow, sleeves of his onesie pulled over his hands making his own ammunition. “Sounds like Jiminie’s trying to save himself.” Jin laughed out. You hid your laughter behind a cold hand, wondering where you could grab some gloves for you and Jungkook, as Taehyung reached down, pulled up an arm full of snow, and dumped it on Jimin’s head. The yell that pierced the air sounded like a quack and actually caused birds to fly from the nearby trees. “Forget this, I’m going inside!” Jimin shouted as he turned toward the house shaking loose as much snow as possible. The chorus of boos we all let out were quickly accompanied by snowballs launching at Jimin’s retreating back. Causing him to tuck and roll to hide behind a pile of wood. “It was his idea, wasn’t it?” You asked no one in particular. Hoseok nodded and pointed at Jin too. The grin on your face was full of mischief and anticipated victory as you bent down to start another pile of snowballs. Jungkook sending your eyes to the pile he had been working on, as he placed a snowball into each of your hands. “Let’s get it, babe!”

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nightswithkookmin · 4 years ago

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Does Run ep 119 fall into the period of Jikook's romantic separation/distancing you talked about? By hairstyles I think this is the time you marked as being 'not a couple'? Did I get the timelines right? Please dont get mad, but they seemed especially cozy+close this ep, and not just skinship (I know this is a subjective judgement and dif points of view are allowed). Just curious if you still hold to your theory? We see only tiny snapshots of time. Do you ever retrospectively change your mind?

Me right now. lol

Running away before I give in to the temptation to rumble on for pages. Lol.

Ahhh shit! Too late. lol.

First of all, it's not so much that questions like these irk me...

It's just I've never had to worry about being 'right' or 'wrong' in forming an opinion about anything or on any topic in my life.

I think the night is more beautiful than the day. I think both Trump and Biden are trash- but better Biden than Trump. I think formal education is a damn waste of time and money. I think a lot of things. But I've never had to worry about that I could be right or wrong about them.

I never assume, when I read people's opinions too, that they are right or wrong. I either tend to agree with it or disagree with it or get informed by it if I had zero opinion prior. I find it bizarre when people want to be right and stuff- especially in a community that is nothing but a swirling vortex of thoughts and opinions. Lmho.

You either defend your stand and give evidence to support it but even then we are just all making assumptions.

Also questions like these tend to put me in a position where I feel like if I should respond then I am not only 'defending' my opinions but challenging other's opinions with my opinions and treating my opinions as if they were the facts. But they are not. It's just one opinion against another.

Know what I mean?

I used to be comfortable doing that because I thought it was all friendly debates and discourse until someone drew my attention to it and pointed out to me that when I do that I come across as 'all knowy,' 'presenting my opinions as facts' and 'challenging other's opinions with my opinion'- which y'all are well aware is the case that has launched a thousand hate comments, privacy invasion, doxing, lies and operation boycott Goldy on ship street.

I don't think it's worth it.

Then there is the substantive issue: how these questions are framed. How should I put this...

I never said anywhere that Jikook were broken up during the On era because they were not acting 'cozy'. Who's theory is that? Who said that? I've never peddled the 'Jikook is real because of skinship or their interactions' theory. If anything, I try to distinguish between Jikook's couple moments and their skinship or mere interactions because neither of those two make Jikook real... to me.

If Jikook showing skinship and merely interacting with eachother to you is a determining factor as to whether they are real- it's not, to me. I've made this much clear over the course of my blogs. If it's your metric then it differs from mine and I can't 'challenge' it. Lol.

I have said, Jikook can interact zero in a content and I still could be able to tell if they are a couple.

Similarly, two people can grind on eachother and stick their tongues down eachother's throats and I still will be able to tell they are not a couple within the same group if they are not.

Am I wrong sometimes? Absolutely. Hell, I said JK was going to post for Jimin's birthday. He didn't. I got that wrong.

I do retrospectively change my mind on a lot of things. If say, in the future, Jimin announced he has a kid and is married to a het woman I would backpedal on my theory that Jikook is real. I don't think it's that deep.

If at any one point, I have reason to believe Jikook aren't together any more as a couple within BTS, or that one of them is straight, I would change my opinion about them being in a gay relationship with eachother.

Similarly, if I have reason to believe Jikook have broken up or distanced themselves from eachother at one point, I would say so and not run around the internet yelling Jikook gay, Jikook married.

There are moments, when I thought Jikook were together but they weren't and so I had to change my mind in retrospect too.

It seems to me, that to y'all, as long as I'm saying Jikook are together then I'm right and it's Amen preach but if I say I think they are or were not together at a point in their relationship then suddenly it's, she is a Trump supporter spreading lies about Jikook and dancing in the rain with convicted serial killers while trying to pass off her published work as Jikook fanfiction. It's all very interesting how some people's minds work...

For the record, I said Jikook were broken up within that period because they were not claiming eachother, reassuring eachother, exercising rights of claim and authority, speaking eachothers love language and all the other metrics I have time and again pointed out several times across my posts that they are the qualities that to me make Jikook a couple.

So do you see why I feel some kind of way when people come at me with the, 'they stared at eachother' 'they smiled at eachther' they touched eachother' argument? Y'all must have me confused a certain shipper on the block. Lol.

You tell me they look cozy and intimate, but then I go and check and they are still not claiming eachother or exhibiting any of the qualities that makes them a couple. Lol.

If I say Jikook is in a relationship, it's usually because I have reasons to believe they are in a relationship. If I say Jikook are not together, it's also because I have reasons to believe they are not together. It's really not hard maths.

I forego a lot of sleep to ensure I share my thought process on a lot of my theories and opinions. I have shared across several posts why I believe Jikook is real. I have shared a few of the metrics I use to decide on that opinion and I have shared my thought process on why I believe in certain moments they aren't together.

It's exhausting when I have to repeat that process each time because then it's not about you asking for my opinion on the topic anymore because I've already stated that, it's about you asking me to change my opinion on a topic based on your assessment and your metric and it just doesn't work that way.

Your assertion that Run 119 was filmed in the same era as On is valid I guess... but I have to disagree. I can't tell you exactly when that episode was filmed but if I had to share my two cents on it, I'd have to place it towards the middle of April this year or somewhere around that period. In my opinion.

I say that because Jimin debuted his jet black hair around 14th April when he appeared in a Vlive with RM. Again I do not know exactly when he got his hair changed but as of March 26th, he had blondish hair.

In his March 30th Vlive- the one where JK interrupted Jin's call, he had a cap on so chilee I'm not gonna argue on whether he had dyed his hair at that point or not.

Then there is Suga, who has blonde hair in this Run 119 episode. He had blonde hair from his birthday in early March and tweeted a bunch of photos of himself in blonde hair from March through to April 28th.

Yet in the JinMinGi Vlive on April 27th when Jimin still had jet black hair, Suga seemed to have a jet black hair too. Which means he could have had blonde hair around the time Jimin went black in early April and dyed it black in late April- but that's theory and that's just my assumption. We can know for sure if and when knew content is released which was filmed around that period.

Thus, I doubt if it was filmed during On era like episode 116 and 117- where you could see clearly, Jikook were having issues.

Just because a peice of content is released in succession don't mean they were filmed around the same period...

So yes I agree with you, we only see snapshots of their time and most importantly we see them in DISORDER. BigHit doesn't release content in chronological order as per when they film them- something I keep reiterating throughout my blogs.

And just as a tip for when you want to reconstruct the timeline for accuracy based on their hairstyles, I think you should look to their Live contents and not their prerecorded content. Their VLives and Youtube lives- actual lives not the prerecorded ones passed off as live streams lol, or even their live reactions to when they win awards or do interviews etc.

I think those are a somewhat accurate reflection of the timeline and helps fit contents in their right time period. But even that- it's still 60/40. But that's me. Feel free to use your own metric to access the timeline.

And the part about them seeming cozy within- On Era, I assume? Because that's when I speculated they had a break up?

I wasn't going to address it because it requires me to provide a comprehensive reconstruction of the timeline but I can't do that until a few more years from now when BigHit has released all or most of the content they have on that period.

I'm just gonna have to repeat myself, for the n>th time though and be intentionally vague about it lol - I had decided not to talk about that period again but I have to just because you make it sound like I would go full on frying pan wielding JK on your ass, step for step, for pointing out that Jikook seemed cozy and intimate within that speculated breakup period. Chilee, I'm not a villain. Lol.

I will not whoop your ass for saying that- but you'd have to answer a seven page query if you are an avid reader of my blogs, so clear your schedule. It's gonna be a long day. Lol.

Query: How do you expect Jikook to look like and behave if and when they are not together together?

I keep saying, at the bare minimum, Jikook are friends not enemies. You don't expect them to act like they never knew eachother during such times. But it takes a while for them to settle into that space when they both feel comfortable with being friends and during such period is when you notice them putting up emotional boundaries and distance between them.

Maybe its just because I saw Jikook as friends and got used to them as friends before lovers and so spotting when they are acting as friends comes easy to me? I don't know.

I think it's similar to how people who are used to seeing Jikook as friends can't seem to see past their friendship to seeing them as a couple.

Then there are those who've only known Jikook to be a couple or saw them as a couple first upon entering the fandom and so can't seem to see them as friends or even think of them as friends. It can be a trip for such people. Which one are you?

If you see Jikook as lovers all the time, really I don't. And I don't need the tensions and the silences to sense something is off. JK unable to check RM or anyone within the group when they are crossing boundaries with Jimin is enough tell.

Same way I don't need to the skinship and 'cosy' to tell if they are together. Jk putting up emotional distance with certain members within the group- all but Jimin, is enough evidence for me.

We don't have to all see Jikook through the same lens to enjoy them. And we don't have to agree on everything too.

We are different people, with different backgrounds and experiences. We can't think the same or perceive on things the same.

I keep saying, to me, there is a quality to Jikook that makes them more than friends. If I see those qualities in them, I believe they are a couple. If not, they are not. Those are the qualities I see only between Jikook and what set them apart from the other ships in BTS.

I see their friendship and I also see their other stuff.

And I notice, during certain periods that they lose that quality that makes them couples- for them to be a couple they need to be speaking eachothers love language, exercising certain rights and privileges over each other, claiming eachother, reassuring eachother yadda yadda yadda and a whole others that don't include them merely talking to eachother or engaging in skinship.

When I talk about Jikook On Era break up period, I'm talking about the period from the 21st to 28th February this year- or the period right before it.

Thats the period I noticed a drastic change in Jikook's interactions and even their personalities. It gave me the feeling that jikook had been through something heavy prior to that date. That period seemed more like the aftermath of a break up rather than the beginning of it as there seemed to be a drastic flip in their dynamics compared to any era before that. Especially late December or around the period when they filmed Carpool Karaoke.

They weren't doing any of the things I've mentioned above that to me make them a couple- they were just interacting and pretty much being civil- except for JK. He seemed more angry, less tolerant and very assertive against Jimin and the group.

He was being super self assertive and was asserting himself even against Jimin- something he has been doing a lot this year which I keep talking about.

Jimin didn't seem different to me at all to me in that period until April.

Why do I feel you are forcing me to talk about something I don't want to talk about? Lol.

I mark that period as significant not only because of the changes that took place in Jikook's dynamics but because it marks the genesis of the JK we are experiencing today.

Their interactions within that period were reflective of a consistent pattern of behavior they've exhibited around periods when they are not together- JK putting up boundaries, not claiming JM, JM trying to reconnect etc.

For instance, at Music Bank on the 28th of February, Jimin did that thing with Jin when he noticed JK interacting with Tae but JK didn't mind him or claim.

Contrast that with their moment on the 1st March, at Inkigayo, where JK literally teleported his ass to stand behind JM when he noticed JM had started his shenanigans on the stage.

Jikook started claiming eachother and acting as a couple again from then- they started reassuring eachother and doing all these things that to me mark them as a couple. Again, this is only an assumption, I don't have the comprehensive breakdown of the period- yet because there are new contents being released on a daily.

On 6th March, during Music Bank when Hobi hugged Jimin during their interview JK reacted strongly to that too in my opinion.

On 30th March, JK interrupted Jin's call to flirt and ask JM on a date- you could see them acting as a couple from that moment at Inkigayo on 1st March throughout to 30th March and their interactions were consistent.

Their interactions in the period before that was pretty much inconsistent and filled with a lot of Jump cuts- which I'm hoping future contents will help fill the gaps for me so I can build a comprehensive breakdown of that era- at least for my self. Iol.

It's just the way Jikook usually behave after these period. They go through a reconnection phase, where they constantly try reassure eachother and then eventually end up in a honey moon phase of a sort where you'd see them flirting up and down the hills, acting super touchy, hitting the red marks- making us and the others feel weird and super uncomfortable watching them.

It's also important to note that around the period of them reconnecting, JK had started distancing himself from Tae. He puts up emotional boundaries with the others and closes himself off to them when he opens himself up to Jimin.

I mean if I'm 'wrong,' and I'm not saying I'm right, I'm just saying if I'm wrong because of your two seconds clip of them acting 'cozy,' then I gotta ask what happened to JK in this period? Why was he putting up boundaries between him and Jimin in that period, and what set him on this self assertive path he's been on throughout this year- think about that while I hold on to my he went through a nasty breakup and had an emotional trauma that pushed him on a path to reevaluate and set his priorities straight theory. Lol

I think some of the content they have released so far within that period were filmed either closer to or far from when that break up happened- Run 116 and 117 would be the closest to that period so far- I just don't know if it was before 21st February or after it.

Run 100 and 101 would also have been filmed relatively closer to that period or immediately after it because Jimin was behaving in those Runs the same way he was behaving during the On Comeback Special VLive which was released on 21st of February- I feel the breakup would happened before this date.

In both those Runs and the On comeback special, Jimin seemed beat, humbled and subdued. He was trying to establish eye contact with JK during the comeback VLive, egging him on to talk about his looks, and putting boundaries between him and the other members. He seemed to be on his best behavior.

For instance, in the Comback he seemed like he was walking on eggshells around Kookie and didn't want to create the impression he was going out of his way to flirt with the others or portray himself as available and so when Suga touched his waist or back, he asked him to stop.

Similary, in Runs 100/101 behind scenes or something, when they were eating and he noticed Tae had food residue on his lips, he tried to help him clean it but panicked and stopped the moment he sensedJK lifting his head up- it seemed he didn't want to piss JK off in those two instances. JK for the most part just seemed serious and less tolerant of JM's bs within that period.

Juxtapose JM's behavior in these two instances with the events at Music Bank and Inkigayo where he was hugging Jin and acting extra around Kook- which to me seemed like he was looking for reassurance by trying to get JK to claim him but of course JK didn't do that.

Jimin likes being reassured by JK when he is feeling 'insecure.' And often, JK reassures him when he notices JM going through that. Jimin does the same for JK.

They are intune with eachother's emotional needs and they consciously go out of their way to meet them.

Take the recent MAMA speech moment when JM was giving a speech and he seemed like he need support- emotional support and back up. Jk turn fully and instantly towards him to let him know he was there for him. We've seen Jikook do this a countless times. I value these moments over them showing skinship or screaming eachother's names.

In the recent BE press conference red carpet moment when JM tried it with RM- did you notice JK's reaction? They both seemed like they were trying to piss eachother other off or make each eachother jealous during that red carpet moment.

JM with RM and JK with Jin. JK grabbed Jin's neck when he noticed JM intentionally acting all up close and friendly with his buddy buddy RM and the frown on his face. He didn't seem too amused with JM doing that...

- it's weird, I know, but it's also their way of reassuring eachother and expressing interest in eachother. Don't judge. It's Jikook- just look away, keep it pushing. Nothing to see here. Lol.

Had it not been for the live events around that On period, I probably wouldn't have noticed these things because the content from BigHit around the period were only showing glimpses of their interactions which again seemed like the aftermath of their breakup and not the start of it.

I think their ability to get to that space where they are each comfortable with relating freely and 'cozy' around eachother as friends depends on how soon they interact on cameras after they've gone through such periods.

If they film immediately soon after, or during, often the tension between them is much more evident like in run 116 and 117.

If they film much later from it, then you wouldn't even notice a damn thing at all. In my opinion. Especially, if you don't know the difference between Jikook as friends and Jikook as lovers.

You can never tell though if you focus solely on Jimin's behavior during such periods- because Jimin is just that guy. He doesn't bring the drama to work. He will smile sunshine through the pain and act like nothing happened. For JK it's different, in my opinion.

Jimin has a very high emotional intelligence quotient and seems to process emotions better and faster. JK is not like that. It is why I feel, he tends to put up physical and emotional barriers with Jimin and with the others sometimes when he is going through it.

They all process emotions at different paces. In my opinion.

I'm starting to wonder if y'all think Jikook is one sided at this point. Lol. Jikook is not one sided. Jimin is not the only one in their relationship. You can't focus on him alone to decide if your ship is sailing or in a good place- because guess what? Jimin can put up a show of it.

It's just as how Tuktukkers tend to focus on Tae rather than JK in determining whether they still have a ship or not. If they paid attention to JK for one minute, they would know their ship got lost at sea at debut.

I keep saying JM's 'the boy in love with Jungkook' persona is a facade. He loves JK through this facade but you have to look past it. I mean this is the guy who told Jin JK doesn't act a certain way around him, but backpedaled and said he was just 'saying it for content' when Jin called him out on it. Same guy Jk says, he intentionally acts cutes when he notices the cameras on him.

You gotta wonder what else he does just for content and for the cameras. Isn't this why people claim Jikook is fanservice?

You have to pay attention to JK too you know? They have different personalities, different ways of handling issues, different ways of loving and different ways of solving problems.

Jimin over expresses himself and tries to establish contact when he is at the recieving end of a freeze out. He did the same thing on stage with JK during Manila when he tried to have a conversation with Kook- to squash whatever issues they had been having but JK needed his space physically and emotionally.

Jimin was sat next to Suga chatting with him, asking him questions, laughing with him but the moment Suga touched him he snapped. He did the same thing in Dynamite MV reaction VLive when JK teased him with Suga. He snapped almost instantly and didn't seem happy with it- he doesn't want to be shipped with Suga and yet he is the one constantly going 'I miss Suga hyung' 'Suga and I are the parents and JK is the son"

In run 116, you could see him trying to interact with Kook even when Kook was clearly putting up boundaries with him. Had Kook not been closed off to him in that moment, we probably would never have noticed anything was off with them honestly.

And that hug JM gave Kook in the end, did you see him looking sideways as if he was doing something wrong? Compare that moment with the Siriux FM interview where he had his hands around Kook. He didn't seem- what's the word, scared.

And by the way, that moment was also filmed on the 21st of February in the US, the same day of their Rockefeller interview and the same day the On Comeback Special VLive was released- so do the maths? Was that the start of a break up or the aftermath of it?

Jimin was leaning forward in that period true, but was JK receiving and reciprocating his actions and matching them throughout that period? No. Or may be its debatable- you tell me. Lol.

Jikook behave in a certain way and give off a certain vibe when they are good and sailing- but not all such moments is because they are a couple. In my opinion.

When they get to that good space where they can be comfortable around each other, they sail as friends too.

It's just like, when they are not good and they give off bad vibes. But not all the bad vibes they give off is because they are not good. Know what I mean?

It's all up to how you perceive them and how much you understand of their dynamics I guess.

It is my understanding that, JK opens up to certain other members within the group while simultaneously putting up boundaries with Jimin when he is having serious problems with Jimin. From my observation of their interactions.

So I ask, within the period of 21st February to 28th, was he leaning towards this certain member he was suddenly BFFs with around the time of their break up or was he leaning away from him? He literally teleported away from him to be next to Jimin when they were getting back together and Tae didn't seem amused by that either.

It's Jikook, I get it. I think you need to pay attention to the way they interact with the other members within the group too? Because that's equally telling. Sigh.

It is my understanding that, Jimin is quick to anger yet quick to forgive and he sometimes glosses over things, puts a lot of energy and efforts into embellishing his relationship with Kook and presenting them as the perfect duo and the perfect relationship- which is something that I think psychologically induces the Kumbaya in a lot of Jikook shippers and influences them into thinking their relationship is perfect and kumbaya. But that's another topic for another day.

JK makes Jikook more real. To me.

I hear often, people talk about how Jimin is less touchy than JK and has personal boundaries within the group and how over the years, he has toned down on his touchiness with the other members because JK puts up a lot of boundaries for him around the members with the frying pans and what not, and would fume whenever Jimin or anyone crosses those boundaries...

But have y'all ever wondered the kind of boundaries Jimin put up for JK within the group and expects JK to uphold within the group when they are together? Hint: It's not JK's touchiness or lack of boundaries. Y'all be connecting the wrong dots. Lol.

Jk puts up physical boundaries for Jimin because that is important to him. Jimin put up emotional boundaries for JK because that is important to him. They overlap sometimes but those times are insignificant to me.

Jk's certain bonds suffer because of Jimin. And he stops respecting those boundaries when he and Jimin are no longer together and the moment they are back together, he puts those boundaries up again with those bonds- this is Morse code, if you catch on message me with it. Wink.

JM throwing his arms around Kook during a serious interview is not him claiming JK or reassuring him. JK yelling Jimin to the power Z is not him exercising right of authority over Jimin- lovers do that. Know who else does that? FRIENDS. Lol.

It's nothing Hobi doesn't do with JM or the other ships don't do.

Listen, I saw all the good bits and things that you saw in that period too and still I formed my opinion on that era the way that I did and have. And the new content from that era, Run 116 and 117 all follow the same pattern of behavior I noticed around that period and have talked about. So no, my view on that era hasn't changed.

Unless, your objective is to have me change my mind based on the 'wrong' timeline dots you've connected, then we would just have to agree to disagree. Lol.

If you believe Jikook were together during that period, I agree to disagree on it. Feel free to disagree with my opinion too.

Always ship Jikook in the way that makes sense to you. And support them while you are at it. Jikook is real. Bless you.

Signed,

GOLDY

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thebibliosphere · 5 years ago

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New decade, new follower milestone, and the theme going forward is “that ADHD mood” (x) apparently.

It’s been a while since I’ve done one of these, I figured it was getting annoying every month, but 40,000 seems like a good number to welcome all the new folk, post some updates, and say how thankful I am for everyone who has been with me over the last half decade since my blog went viral and turned my life upside down in the best way possible. I know most of you came for the funny shitposts and found yourselves with an unexpected frontrow seat to watching someone repeatedly nearly die from an unknown illness, and I know that can’t have been much fun to watch, but thank you for being here and staying with me. Your support and kindess has been invaluable, and I am sincere when I say you are part of the reason I am still here, both on this blog and in this world. Without your compassion and support over the last five years I know I wouldn’t have made it, and for that you have my eternal gratitude and I will spend the rest of my life trying everyday to pay it forward. Thank you.

And now that I’ve got the serious/sappy stuff out the way, on with the fun stuff!

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Hello! My name is Joy Demorra, I’m an official 2x International Best Selling Author, Vampire Romancer and Shitpost Producer Extraordinaire, and yes, I am the vampire nipple erotica editor who just wants to rest , thanks for asking!

You may know me from such posts as the infamous Crucifix Nail Nipples (x), Robin Williams Punching Death Eaters Dream (x) or one of my many, many, many vampire shitposts, chronic illness/advocacy posts, or my ADHD posts. However you found me, or whatever brought you here, I hope you enjoy your time here. Please have patience if you are sending me messages either here or somewhere else on the Internet, I am but a humble smut peddler, peddling my weres. I am also multiply disabled with at least one genetic disability and several chronic illnesses and mentalh health issues that make keeping up with a high traffic blog very difficult. I never expected to become a hub for shitposts and chronic illness/ADHD resources, but here we are!

If you ever get tired of seeing my personal health posts, you may wish to blacklist the following tags: ‘#chronic health tag’ & ‘#chronic health tag: teeth’, that way I can bitch and moan into the void and you don’t have to read it if you don’t want to.

Due to Tumblr successfully tricking me into becoming a professional author, I have several hundred ongoing projects at once, most of them vampire themed. My most well known is Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites, which you can read more about here (x), or pre-order on Amazon now (x)!

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The book will also be available on iTunes, Kobo, and various other digital outlets, as well as being available in paperback, and will also come in two editions, one with the sex scenes for those who like a little bite with ther fangs, and one without, for those whoe like a little bit more fluff. I just haven’t gotten round to doing my admin work yet :) There’s also already a fandom tag, which is #Phangs and #Phangdom and because I’m a weak creature and easily lead, AU fanfic on my Ao3 under original works, most of which is Adult 18+ in nature.

You can read more about my other ongoing works by clicking on my blog Welcome Page (x), and also at www.joydemorra.com for any upcoming news and announcements. Alternatively you can subscribe to my Newsletter (x) which I do promise I’ll update soon. I just had some fairly intense health stuff to focus on for the last few months that took priority, for which you have my apologies and my profound thanks for your ongoing patience and support.

Given the nature of my work, if you are under the age of 18, I do ask that you respect my boundaries and refrain from interacting with anything on my blog that is labelled 18+. I try very hard to keep my blog as safe for everyone as I can and respect your boundaries. No mean feat when you’re known across the Internet as “the crucifix vampire nipple lady” :P

If you need me to tag something for trigger purposes, no matter how silly you think I might think it is, please let me know, I will be more than happy to do so. Also while I do try very hard to be conscientious of the things I do and say, sometimes I will inevitably make mistakes or misspeak, and it is important to me that it be brought to my attention so I might correct my behavior and apologize. So please don’t be afraid to tell me when I’ve got my head up my ass. I make no pretenses at being a good person. I’m just trying my damnedest not to be an awful one.

Other places you can find me on the Internet include:

Patreon! (x) where I will soon be launching my “How To Write Fiction With ADHD Without Losing The Plot” series, something I have been working on for quite some time and am incredibly excited to be sharing with you!

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I also have a Ko-fi (x) where I cross post my Patreon work for anyon who doesn’t like Patreon. It also functions are my general tip jar, so if you like what I do here and would like to help me keep doing it, tips are deeply appreciated though by no means expected. I do what I do on tumblr primarily for love, and I’ll keep doing it for as long as I can, for as long as I’m capable.

Thank you for reading this far, and remember, take care of yourselves and each other. You’re more important than you’ll ever truly know, and you make the universe a better, brighter place simply by being here 💖

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buckyreaderrecs · 5 years ago

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So Far Away: Chapter 1/?

Summary: Bucky Barnes doing what he does best. Saving. Loving. In this particular case, the object of both is you. (Bonus: Bucky Barnes happy, healing, doing really well!)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/reader Characters: Bucky Barnes Additional tags: mostly canon compliant (Infinity War and Endgame didn’t happen, Stark Tower still exists), possible future smut (who knows, not me), she/her pronouns, more tags/characters to be added with future chapters, hero Bucky Barnes, canon typical violence, warzone/disaster zone setting Warnings: possible triggers for anxiety, PTSD, grief

Note: I don’t know where I’m going with The Girl With Too Much Power (ideas welcomed) so here’s my other series. Feedback always encouraged and welcome. Thank ya’ll! xo Rhi

Tag list: just @darlingtholland lel

So Far Away Chapter 1 / ?

The city was crumbling and between the crashing sounds of buildings toppling, screams and cries were painfully audible. That wasn't the most terrifying part though. It wasn't the lifeless bodies lying in the streets or the sight of your mangled hand that were causing you to panic. It was that everything was happening somewhere else. The crumbling and screaming seemed so far away. If the action was elsewhere, so were the heroes.

Nobody was coming to save you.

For almost half an hour they'd ripped through the city unchallenged; nobody really counted the unified effort of the first responders. They never stood a chance against the enemy from above. It took ten minutes for The Avengers to hear about it. They were en route within another ten. Even with all that Stark tech though, it still took them just over eleven minutes to arrive, landing and launching into action.

You'd watched the heroes bounce off buildings and fly through the sky. They represented hope, but they couldn't save everyone.

The evacuation wasn't fast enough and whole blocks of the city were wiped off the map. By the time you'd crawled out of the rubble of yours, the trucks taking people to safety were long gone. In their wake, tire tracks in the dirt and dust, and bodies left behind to save room for the living.

You could walk, but terrified that someone… something… would circle back around, you dropped down behind a car that had been violently propelled across the street. Making yourself as small as possible, pulling your legs up to your chest and burying your face in your lap, you just listened. Thinking was too hard, and your thoughts were sure to be only dark and anxiety-inducing anyway.

It all seemed so far away.

Then, the tell-tale sound of trouble. No no no no no! you screamed in your head, covering your mouth with your hands to not let the terror out.

It was moving fast, but tearing everything up as it went. The sound coming from it was alien, but it still someone seemed like speech. It was communicating with the others. Then, you realised, it was looking for something. Sitting in a pile of bricks and glass, all you could do was hope to god that creatures from literal outer space didn't come to Earth in search of an old Ford.

Bits of debris came from over the car, rejected by the creature and cast aside. First, rocks and chunks of cement - too big for any human to throw so easily. They hit the building in front of you and shattered. A bad situation got worse when it dug deep enough to find the people who had been trapped under fallen buildings. Bodies flew over you, sometimes in parts.

After what felt like minutes but was only seconds, your entire body was shaking with abject horror. On the very cusp of losing consciousness from fear and blood loss, you heard one foreign sound. It was almost like a gunshot… but more… Star Wars-esque. It was immediately proceeded by silence.

Run! the voice in your head told you, but you were completely immobile.

"This thing's too damn light… Feels like a fuckin' toy," a human voice spoke. A pause for, presumably, a reply you didn't hear. "Yeah, it worked. Not the point." Another pause. "Call me that again, Stark and I'll-" The speaker abruptly stopped his conversation.

You hadn't heard him arrive. Unsurprisingly, you did not hear him as he walked through the destroyed street to the car you were hidden behind. To any other person, you were silent. However, he could hear the slight crunching of gravel beneath your feet, the air being inhaled and exhaled from your nose, and the tiny squeaks you were making entirely subconsciously.

Moving slowly, he made his way around the side of the car using footsteps that would make noise, announce his arrival. Don't scare her. You could feel him standing just metres from you. He spoke, but not to you.

"I got a friendly… She's out of the evac zone." The pause for reply was long. "It's a ghost town here. Nobody's gonna be coming through for-" He was interrupted. "Don't care. Gonna bring her in."

Again, he moved slowly.

Your face was still buried and although you knew it was somebody good crouching in front of you, everything was all too overwhelming to respond.

"Hi… I don't need ya to move just yet. Gonna have a look at your hand, if that's alright?"

His voice was calm. Far beyond the point of being in shock, it didn’t hurt when he gently took your arm. As he tightly wrapped your injured hand, you began to unwrap yourself. Lifting your head and opening your eyes, everything came into focus. Mostly, everything you could see was war. But, there he was. Easily recognisable, Bucky Barnes was finishing first aid on you.

His eyes lingered on the bandage for a moment, and you wondered where he'd stashed it before it stopped your bleeding. Did he have pockets of band-aids?

When he looked up at you, you were already looking back.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," you replied, your voice weak.

"Reckon we should get out of here. What do ya think?" As soon as you nodded, he mirrored the response and stood, helping you to your feet. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"

"N-no," you told him. That wasn't strictly true, but you were mostly numb. Deep, dark bruises would bloom all across your body over the coming days. How you managed to escape otherwise unharmed was magic or a miracle.

"Stronger than you look, huh?" he said, smiling. How he could smile in an environment like that was also magic or a miracle. "I know a couple people like that, so you're in good company. Always my favourite type of people,"

"I didn't… didn't think you'd talk so much," you said. It kinda just came out, the same way the thoughts of little kids do.

Bucky's left arm was around your waist, holding almost all of your body weight. He was making carrying you through a warzone seem easy. Giving you a bit of a casual shrug, Bucky said, " I don't… Trick to keep ya conscious. Don't want you passing out on me,"

"I'm not gonna pass out," you said, more in defiance than anything else.

Bucky scoffed. "Alright. So, what's your name then? What do you do?"

He'd obviously seen them before you, so by the time you clocked the creatures scrambling through broken buildings and rubble in their search, Bucky had already taken you off the road. Backs to the wall, he didn't appear in the slight bit concerned about the situation. He even looked to you, waiting for a reply before making his next move.

"Y/N," you told him.

"Y/N. Good to meet you, Y/N. I'm Bucky,"

"I know,"

"Yeah… Everybody fuckin' knows… Alright. Gonna need you to stay here for just a second, okay?"

As he went to peel away from the wall, you grabbed him with your one working hand. "Please don't leave me!" you begged in a harsh whisper. Tears had been streaming down your face since the first building went down, but a fresh flood started to sting your cheeks.

Bucky cupped your face with his gloved hands and looked you dead in the eyes. "I'm not leaving. I promise. I fuckin' promise you."

Slowly, you nodded. As soon as you did, he swooped off the curb and brought a reckoning down on the creatures. They hadn't seen him coming. Bucky moved with grace and ease, like he was born to fight. Later, when you were safe, you'd think about that moment, about the way he moved, and it would make you sad.

Back, Bucky wrapped himself around you again. And, that's how you got through the city. It was slow, but Bucky continually refused offers of help from whoever was in his earpiece. Resources were needed elsewhere, he said. He had you, and he'd get you to safety.

Time once again warping, fifteen minutes later you could hear voices and see human movement. It felt like you'd spent hours in Bucky's arms, watching him take down threats and crack bad jokes to keep you awake.

Before you realised what was happening, people were carrying you away from Bucky, pouring water down your throat and yelling at you that you were safe. Although you understood you were safe, it felt the opposite. "No! Please, please, please," you yelled, pushing free from the helpers and clinging back onto Bucky. All your words were rammed together, scared and needy.

Bucky let you hold him, wrapping his arms around you with the perfect amount of pressure. He hushed you with soft, "Shhhh," sounds. Using his teeth as a vice, Bucky pulled the glove off his right hand, then ran his fingers through your hair. "You're okay, Y/N. You're safe. You gotta stay here and have someone look at your hand. I gotta go help."

Although you nodded into him, you made no attempt to move. You'd been safe before it all happened, but it happened anyway. There was nothing to say that as soon as Bucky left, more creatures wouldn't arrive.

"Y/N. I got Captain America in one ear and Iron Man in the other. They can't do shit without me," Bucky joked. It made you laugh, looking up at him. "I'll come back when this is done. Bring ya flowers in the hospital,"

"I'm scared,"

"Yeah. Aliens are invading. It's scary. But it's kinda cool too, right?" he said with a wink.

He gently led you to one of the makeshift medical tents set up. When you were sitting down, he ruffled your hair in a weird gesture that confused you both, then left the safe zone. As soon as he was gone, you started to cry.

Chapter 2.

#mine #Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes fanfic #Bucky Barnes fic #Bucky Barnes x Reader #Bucky Barnes/Reader #Bucky Barnes / Y/N #Bucky Barnes x Y/N #Bucky Barnes x You #Bucky Barnes/You #Hero Bucky Barnes #So Far Away

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gffa · 5 years ago

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Scattered Star Wars thoughts: - As I’m doing my rewatches of TCW and Rebels, I’m trying to watch the behind the scenes stuff to go along with them and it makes me wish a little that Disney+ would have them on their service, because it’d be so much easier than switching over to YouTube when I’m watching them on my TV. It really makes me miss this kind of thing for the animated series--Resistance didn’t get any of the kind of in-depth stuff that the others did, and I’m not sure if they put any extras on the DVD/Blu-Ray releases? That was my thought for what they were going to do when the first season was airing, but without having bought them myself, I’m not sure if they had anything like that? I’m assuming they didn’t, since I never saw references to them, which is a shame, because they’re very cool and fun! I wonder, if there’s another animated series coming up (and when/where it would be announced--Celebration seems an awful long ways away for that?), will they return to doing them? Or were they too much effort/better lures for buying the Blu-Ray sets? - John Boyega plays Jedi: Fallen Order was an absolute delight to watch! He really is delightfully charming and I love that he apparently plays as Anakin in the BF2 game sometimes (and Finn as well), and that Mace Windu is his all-time favorite Jedi (I FEEL U, JOHN), and just a lot of really cute stuff. - I finished The Raven King and have started on Opal (and am about 2/3rds through it) and I’m going to be sad when I finish all of the books and have to actually wait for more! I found the four book The Raven Cycle series very satisfying, the characters’ resolutions were all good for me, I enjoyed that they’d gotten to better places, and I found Adam’s epilogue especially poignant. Not that he’d forgiven his family so much as that he’d let go of so much of what was poisoning him about it, that he was in a better place, rather than being eaten by those feelings and pain. I’m enjoying Opal a lot, one of the things I like about this world is how off the wall some of the dream logic/magic can be, but instead of feeling like it borders on twee or ~kooky~ worldbuilding, there’s something about it that is really pulled off with charm and something surprisingly earnest. I guess I can really get invested in something so long as I feel like it’s not necessarily trying to be the most clever ever (though, it was clever in the right moments, for me) but instead build something with heart and care. So when Opal gets her own POV for several chapters worth here, when she’s a bit of a wild and feral thing, but stuffed full of very earnest feelings, it just really works for me a lot. - I’m about 2/3rds of the way through Rebels season 2 and I love that I continue to find stuff really works for me even more than it did the first time around, knowing where all of this is going to end up. The journey to find Lira-San, the knowledge I have now of what happened to the Lasat people, that I suspect it was their use of the Force woven into their culture that got them on the Empire’s radar, in addition to that they’re incredible fighters (hence why the Wookiees were targetted as well, I think?), so it makes the whole “so HOW does all of this navigation stuff work???” go smoother, now that I can just shrug and go, “Eh, Force Woo is gonna Force Woo.” Also, the Kalluzeb stuck on the Geonoisian moon episode is JUST as much of a joy as ever. That ending with Kallus going back to his ship, limping back to his quarters with no one saying much of anything to him even after all that, contrasted against Zeb’s friends greeting him so warmly, it was such good foreshadowing, now that I know for sure that it’s going somewhere, instead of just highlighting the difference between them. (And, man, does David Oyelowo do an incredible job with his voice acting.) - I read Star Wars: Empire Ascendant #1 and I have to admit, I was pretty underwhelmed. The Aphra epilogue and the Kes/Shara story were the highlights, otherwise I’m having trouble even remembering what happened. Oh, right, the story about the death troopers and then the Valance story, neither of which managed to engage me much. In theory, this could be an interesting collection of stories, whether they’re serving as an epilogue to other series or launching points for new series, there are grains of interesting ideas--the death troopers story was about the mindset of the Empire, that victory at all costs was the most important thing, or the Valance story could have been an interesting look at an interesting character (except I just cannot bring myself to care about him), but the only times I felt engaged were in the character-driven moments of ones that I already cared about. Trying to sort out my thoughts, I think it’s something that I’ve been bumping into for awhile, something that crystalized for me after watching a Jimquisition video about the word “consumer” (which is an interesting video by itself!), at about the 13 and a half minute mark, there’s a tangent about how companies’ focus on the audience being consumers pushes out any stories that can have an important message that should be discussed, because instead of giving time for any story, it’s about getting consumers hyped for buying new products and then get excited for the next product. Which obviously hit a familiar note, as a Star Wars fan, because there’s a constant stream of new content, you barely have time to digest one thing before GET HYPE FOR THE NEXT STAR WARS THING, like, GET HYPE FOR THE MANDALORIAN, but you’ll only have limited time to really turn it over and discuss it because GET HYPE FOR THE RISE OF SKYWALKER, but you’ll only have a month or two to really turn it over and discuss it because GET HYPE FOR THE CLONE WARS coming back, but you’ll only have a month or two to turn it over and discuss it because GET HYPE FOR THE NEXT STAR WARS THING. In the meantime, there’s also about 50 other smaller things coming at you, so no one thing ever really has time to percolate with the fans before the hype train is coming for what’s next. Most of the time, I don’t mind this too much, because I take my time with what I want, I circle back to what I want, I feel satisfied by my explorations of them as far as I want, as well as Star Wars is not exactly where I go for Deep Thought. But sometimes I run into a comic that just fails to engage me because it felt like a hype train for upcoming comics, rather than actually having a lot of story in and of itself. I can live with the hype train, Disney, but you gotta give me a story or a fun experience that isn’t just hype for hype’s sake. And I feel like this comic was only halfway successful at that. (Or maybe it’s just me? I’ve been feeling a little, “What’s the point of all this?” about a lot of the SW stuff over the last year, and I’m hoping it’s more because LF couldn’t really do much until TROS was nailed down, and maybe now we’ll start seeing stories with more weight?) Anyway, navel gazing thoughts, there you go. - Annnnnd with having seen TROS I HAVE MET MY 2019 GOAL! I’m not sure if I’ll do another one for 2020, a lot depends on how some RL stuff shakes out, but I’m glad that I got this one accomplished! - I HAVE SEEN TROS I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START. Scattered Star Wars Thoughts/2019 Resolutions Update: - The Rise of Skywalker: The Galaxy Needs You - Star Wars: The Clone Wars s2e18-19 - Star Wars Rebels s02e16-18 - Rebels Recon 1.01-1.08 - The Rise of Kylo Ren #1 - Star Wars: Empire Ascendant #1 - Episode III: The Chosen One Featurette - Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker Current total: 520/520

#scattered star wars thoughts

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elle-boll · 5 years ago

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Rescue (Queen)

TW!!! - There is a major scene of domestic abuse, if this is a triggering subject for you, please do not read on. If this situation is familiar to you or you are going through a situation similar, I promise there is a way out and there are resources available for you.

To those who wanna read on, enjoy and stay safe. It’s not perfect but I think it’s okay for now :)

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The hustle and bustle of the outside world seemed like too much for you, the shouting and cheering of drunken young adults was but a mere dream to you. The flat was cold, no one had paid the bill for the heating...or for anything, it was a miracle you still had accommodation. All you wanted was to cosy up and fall asleep like you did every night, but sleep was a rarity when you lived outside a pub in a college town.

The old radio you owned sat on a battered up coffee table. It played any radio station you could reach, the room echoed with old blues or recent hits. Your lips lazily mumbled to the words of whatever played. All you could do nowadays was think and wait, and fear. The couch was a hand-me-down, it stood to witness everything. It sat on it’s lonesome to witness various fights and quarrels between you and your boyfriend. Speak of the devil, was your final thought as your chest felt like it dropped. The key was jingling in the lock and your heart was pounding against your ribs. It took longer than usual. The chill in the room radiated around you, you knew you should hop up and make yourself look occupied, but you sat frozen, hunched on the cushions of the couch. You wanted to be swallowed up.

A soft creak from the door, the stomp of heavy work boots, the rasp from clearing his throat.

“I know you’re on the couch, lovely” He coughed. You knew he had just been smoking, his voice sounded scratchy. “Rich...it’s late” You mumbled, slowly sitting up. He never called you pet names unless he wanted something from you.

“Darling...love, come to me” He rasped, your head peeking over your shoulder to see him standing by the open door in his scruffy coat, his stubble patchy and unshaven. You stood up, standing on the balls of your feet to avoid stepping on nails.

“Come on...we don’t have all day, I just wanna see my darling” He smiled with his arms out. You tried to shake the feeling that he had other plans up his sleeve, and loosened up, picking your pace up. You went to launch yourself against his chest, till you felt his hand grab your wrist harshly.

“Thought you’d make a fool of me, huh? Let’s make one of you...tell everyone I’m abusive or some shit, I house you! I do all this for you and you gossip about me?!” He raised his voice.

“I haven’t said a word! If I did I know goddamn well it wouldn’t reach you!” You fired back, feeling your wrist ache under his grip. You held back any winces, any weakness.

“Lying bitch!” He spat, spit flicking onto your skin. “You think I don’t hear!? Huh!? Answer me!” He yelled, he never gave you a moment to answer. He grunted swears before dragging you outside. You only had a jumper and underwear on. You couldn’t go outside. It was a Saturday, the first Saturday of the Christmas break, everyone was out and about. Your bare feet were dragged down the stairs of the flats, you cried out that you wanted to go back, you wanted to discuss it inside, you begged.

“Y/N! Shut it! We’re gonna give you the attention you want! Out in the ice and with everyone to listen!” Rich yelled back, his voice boomed throughout the blocks.

Your cries echoed just as much as his yells. Your hand felt numb. You started to raise your voice as the front door got closer. It was wide open.

“No! N-NO!” You cried, trying to force him back inside. He practically threw you out. Your feet slipping on the frosty steps and you slipped right down them, behind hitting the pathway, students and young adults alike quickly pulling themselves away.

“Well!” He yelled, trying to stifle his laughter as he also made his way down the stairs. The cheering of students down the roads quickly quietened. Your thighs felt icy cold, your jumper now damp on the back. You were humiliated. Tears streamed down your face and your cries were loud and audible.

“You wanted attention...and you have it, cunt” He grinned, slamming the door of the flats building, leaving you to cry on the path, with everyone staring.

“Out of the way! I said out of my way, people!” You heard, and you quickly began to try pick yourself up. Your body was freezing, and your behind hurt from slipping down the steps. Your wrist was aching and turning deep purple.

“Pardon me! Not really, just fuck off and let me through!” The voice was coming closer. It didn’t sound threatening, but it was multiple footsteps.

Your nose ran and you just wanted to wake up, like it was just all a fever dream of some sorts. The crowds parted, and you were still shivering on the frosty ground.

A man made his way through, hair long and black and his mouth parted, showing the cold air as he exhaled.

“Oh gosh, Roger! Your coat, you don’t need it, here, take my hand” He spoke, his accent prominent, teeth quite prominent as well. “My god blondie, do you have to make a show, just give me the damn coat!” He raised, snatching it away from him as he took your hands, slowly pulling you up. Another man ran behind you, tripping up slightly. He stood with his hands against your back to make sure you didn’t slip back down.

“My, my, you poor thing” The first man sympathised, putting the coat around your shoulder and helping you put your arms through. “Your absolutely frozen, it isn’t your day, is it?” He kept speaking, it was calming in an odd way, to have someone there to care and dote. It was a feeling you missed, to be doted on. He zipped up the coat before putting an arm around your shoulder and taking hold of your hand.

“Come, come, let’s get you somewhere warm, you poor thing, we might have some spare clothes, they won’t fit exactly, but it’ll do, won’t they?” He smiled at you, he hadn’t even introduced himself. You did get a look at the only one that you could label, Roger, he had fluffy blonde hair and he was dressed in short sleeves. You felt bad for taking the jacket.

“Now dearie, I'm terribly sorry, I never introduced myself, I’m Freddie” He told you as he took you into a pub, through a back door. You heard the voices of three men speaking behind you.

“She has little bruises on her legs, look it” One muttered.

“Did you even see the lad who threw her out the door, looking like one drunken oaf, an actual bastard” The other scoffed.

“I don’t wanna send her back, did you see her wrist? Practically black and blue” The final voice retorted.

“Will you all just shut up for once, we have a serious situation on her hands, John, go grab some spare trousers or pants from the duffel bag thing!” Freddie called back as he sat you down on a tattered couch in the back of the pub.

“Now darling-” Freddie got down on a knee, coming at eye level with you, “-You don’t have to, but what happened?” He took your hand again. His grasp was so warm and welcoming, so safe.

You told him the story, and the backstory, well, all of them listened really. The blonde sat on the arm of the couch, his hand on your shoulder. It hurt with his slight hard grip, but he didn’t notice that he had such a stubborn hold on you. You tried not to cry, but it was hard not to. You showed a variety of bruises, especially the one on your wrist, you felt like you had to prove you weren’t seeking attention.

“Thank you for telling us, I...I don’t think you should go back there, that’s not ideal. Here, get changed and...let us know what you want to do, okay?” The blonde, Roger, told you, looking down at you, letting go of your shoulder, wiping the tears off your face with a tissue that was strangely damp. You were handed a large pair of cargo pants, they all turned to give you a sense of privacy, the room was still slightly tense.

“So, a bit chilly out...huh?” One tried to start, “Not now, Brian…” Another scoffed.

“John, Brian, do not squabble like children” Freddie sighed before turning. “Ah! The absolute pinnacle of fashion, give me a twirl!” He announced, you laughed a little, spinning around in someone’s brown cargo pants, Roger’s oversized coat and your soggy jumper.

“My god! Is this the catwalk, you are killing it!” He encouraged, smiling with a bit of relief when he saw you smile.

“So, you know me, Mister Freddie, this is Roger, he’s an odd one, this is dear John, he is the only tolerable one and last but not least, the lovely Brian” He concluded after a long-winded monologue of why they were in the back of a pub. About a small gig and how they were an up and coming band. Instead of sitting around for a cup of tea, you and the group decided it was best to go to a police station and get your situation sorted. For the first time in a while, you felt safe and like you couldn’t be harmed. It was a rare feeling, but God was it good.

#queen #freddie mercury #queen x reader #queen imagine #roger taylor #john deacon #brian may #fanfic

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New Releases

A whole bunch of new releases this week including the long anticipated graphic novel adaptation of Octavia Butler's "Parable of the Sower". What books will you be adding to your TBR list?

Parable of the Sower: A Graphic Novel Adaptation by Octavia Butler, Damian Duffy and illustrator John Jennings Abrams ComicArts

The follow-up to Kindred, the #1 bestseller, comes Octavia E. Butler’s groundbreaking dystopian novel

In this graphic novel adaptation of Octavia E. Butler’s Parable of the Sower, by Damian Duffy and John Jennings, the award-winning team behind the #1 bestseller Kindred: A Graphic Novel Adaptation, the author portrays a searing vision of America’s future. In the year 2024, the country is marred by unattended environmental and economic crises that lead to social chaos. Lauren Olamina, a preacher’s daughter living in Los Angeles, is protected from danger by the walls of her gated community. However, in a night of fire and death, what begins as a fight for survival soon leads to something much more: a startling vision of human destiny . . . and the birth of a new faith. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Almost American Girl by Robin Ha Balzer + Bray

A powerful and timely teen graphic novel memoir—perfect for fans of American Born Chinese and Hey, Kiddo—about a Korean-born, non-English-speaking girl who is abruptly transplanted from Seoul to Huntsville, Alabama, and struggles with extreme culture shock and isolation, until she discovers her passion for comic arts.

For as long as she can remember, it’s been Robin and her mom against the world. Growing up in the 1990s as the only child of a single mother in Seoul, Korea, wasn’t always easy, but it has bonded them fiercely together.

So when a vacation to visit friends in Huntsville, Alabama, unexpectedly becomes a permanent relocation—following her mother’s announcement that she’s getting married—Robin is devastated. Overnight, her life changes. She is dropped into a new school where she doesn’t understand the language and struggles to keep up. She is completely cut off from her friends at home and has no access to her beloved comics. At home, she doesn’t fit in with her new stepfamily. And worst of all, she is furious with the one person she is closest to—her mother.

Then one day Robin’s mother enrolls her in a local comic drawing class, which opens the window to a future Robin could never have imagined. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Seven Deadly Shadows by Courtney Alameda & Valynne E. Maetani HarperCollins

Kira Fujikawa has always been a girl on the fringe. Bullied by her peers and ignored by her parents, the only place Kira’s ever felt at home is at her grandfather’s Shinto shrine, where she trains to be a priestess.

But Kira’s life is shattered on the night her family’s shrine is attacked by a vicious band of yokai demons. With the help of Shiro—the shrine’s gorgeous half-fox, half-boy kitsune—Kira discovers that her shrine harbors an ancient artifact of great power . . . one the yokai and their demon lord, Shuten-doji, will use to bring down an everlasting darkness upon the world.

Unable to face the Shuten-doji and his minions on her own, Kira enlists the aid of seven ruthless shinigami—or death gods—to help stop the brutal destruction of humankind. But some of the death gods aren’t everything they initially seemed, nor as loyal to Kira’s cause as they first appeared.

With war drawing nearer by the day, Kira realizes that if this unlikely band of heroes is going to survive, they’re going to have to learn to work together, confront their demons, and rise as one to face an army of unimaginable evil. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

How to Build a Heart by Maria Padian Algonquin Young Readers

One young woman’s journey to find her place in the world as the carefully separated strands of her life — family, money, school, and love — begin to overlap and tangle.

All sixteen-year-old Izzy Crawford wants is to feel like she really belongs somewhere. Her father, a marine, died in Iraq six years ago, and Izzy’s moved to a new town nearly every year since, far from the help of her extended family in North Carolina and Puerto Rico. When Izzy’s hardworking mom moves their small family to Virginia, all her dreams start clicking into place. She likes her new school—even if Izzy is careful to keep her scholarship-student status hidden from her well-to-do classmates and her new athletic and popular boyfriend. And best of all: Izzy’s family has been selected by Habitat for Humanity to build and move into a brand-new house. Izzy is this close to the community and permanence she’s been searching for, until all the secret pieces of her life begin to collide.

How to Build a Heart is the story of Izzy’s journey to find her place in the world and her discovery that the choices we make and the people we love ultimately define us and bring us home. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Don’t Read the Comments by Eric Smith Inkyard Press

Divya Sharma is a queen. Or she is when she’s playing Reclaim the Sun, the year’s hottest online game. Divya—better known as popular streaming gamer D1V—regularly leads her #AngstArmada on quests through the game’s vast and gorgeous virtual universe. But for Divya, this is more than just a game. Out in the real world, she’s trading her rising-star status for sponsorships to help her struggling single mom pay the rent.

Gaming is basically Aaron Jericho’s entire life. Much to his mother’s frustration, Aaron has zero interest in becoming a doctor like her, and spends his free time writing games for a local developer. At least he can escape into Reclaim the Sun—and with a trillion worlds to explore, disappearing should be easy. But to his surprise, he somehow ends up on the same remote planet as celebrity gamer D1V.

At home, Divya and Aaron grapple with their problems alone, but in the game, they have each other to face infinite new worlds…and the growing legion of trolls populating them. Soon the virtual harassment seeps into reality when a group called the Vox Populi begin launching real-world doxxing campaigns, threatening Aaron’s dreams and Divya’s actual life. The online trolls think they can drive her out of the game, but everything and everyone Divya cares about is on the line…

And she isn’t going down without a fight. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Diamond City (Diamond City #1) by Francesca Flores Wednesday Books

Good things don’t happen to girls who come from nothing…unless they risk everything.

Fierce and ambitious, Aina Solis is as sharp as her blade and as mysterious as the blood magic she protects. After the murder of her parents, Aina takes a job as an assassin to survive and finds a new family in those like her: the unwanted and forgotten.

Her boss is brutal and cold, with a questionable sense of morality, but he provides a place for people with nowhere else to go. And makes sure they stay there.

DIAMOND CITY: built by magic, ruled by tyrants, and in desperate need of saving. It is a world full of dark forces and hidden agendas, old rivalries and lethal new enemies.

To claim a future for herself in a world that doesn’t want her to survive, Aina will have to win a game of murder and conspiracy—and risk losing everything. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

#new releases #WeNeedDiverseBooks

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cristalconnors · 5 years ago

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BEST ALBUMS OF 2019: TOP TEN

SPECIAL CITATIONS:

HOMECOMING: THE LIVE ALBUM, Beyoncé

The live album feels like a lost art form. Of late, many feel thrown together without much thought- an offering to the most ardent of fans about as meaningful as a gift card you’d give your coworker. Homecoming is the antithesis of that: a flawless documentation of Beyoncé’s benchmark live performance at the 2018 edition of the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival that is a staggering recontextualisation of her entire life’s work, dazzlingly criss-crossing her discography, offering rollicking, thoughtful new arrangements of classics and deep-cuts alike, filtered through the lens of HBCU marching band, playing like a half time show that goes on and on and on, offering the final, definitive evidence that Beyoncé is the greatest showman in modern history by leaps and bounds.

LEAK 04-13 (BAIT ONES), Jai Paul

Discovering Leak 04-13 (Bait Ones) sometime in the summer of 2013 was like being let in on a secret. I felt like the member of an exclusive club of people in-the-know, the possessor of a forbidden document that could only be discussed in hushed tones and accessed illegally. The circumstances of its arrival were uncertain. Had he leaked it purposefully? Were all of the songs really his? It didn’t even have a proper name (it would be christened Leak 04-13 (Bait Ones) many years later). The enthralling mystery of it was eclipsed only by the music itself. It sounded like you shouldn’t have been listening to it, a top secret transmission intercepted and compromised in the process. Its stunningly lush, busy textures were threadbare, pieces of the songs suddenly falling away only to reappear, as if you were streaming it and your internet connection was struggling to keep up. But that only contributed to the mystical grandeur of this earth shattering R&B that felt so purposeful, so impeccably sequenced (not by Jai), so bizarre and at times even funny, so much so that it was difficult to imagine how it could possibly be unfinished- it was perfect.

I don’t think I’d ever really understood how thoroughly devastating the leak was to Jai Paul himself until I read the lengthy note that accompanied his abrupt return on June 1st of this year, when he not only graced us with two stunning new tracks but properly released this album for the first time, a remarkable gesture of goodwill to his fans who gleefully partook in the stolen material, many without much regard to how it’d become available to them. Reading the letter, I felt guilty. The extent to which the leak derailed his career, demolished his trust in the institutions the industry is built on, compelled him to cast himself away from music entirely- his lifeline- and, in his own words, “withdraw from life in general” was genuinely heartbreaking. But the official release of the album that caused so much strife is the culmination of a years long journey of recovery, reconciliation, and growth. It’s a hard-earned reclamation of ownership that signals that Jai Paul, one of the most vital, distinct voices to emerge from the decade, is ready to get back on the horse. Look out.

THE TOP 10 ALBUMS OF 2019:

10. CALIGULA, Lingua Ignota

Caligula is maybe the most stunning document of feminine rage I’ve ever heard- an improbable synthesis of metal and opera imbued with biblical imagery and defined by language that’s as flowery as it is vicious (“may your own shame hang you / may dishonor drown you / may there be no kindness / no kindness / no kindness”). Kristin Hayter’s classically trained voice bends almost to the point of snapping, sometimes bringing her tongue to her soft palate to make a sound somewhere between a hum and a gurgle before launching into blood curdling shrieks as the music around her morphs as well, twinkling piano and organ giving way to billowing, thunderous guitar. It’s music that belongs in a symphony hall, if only they’d allow moshing.

09. SINNER, Moodymann

The songs on Sinner, Kenny Dixon, Jr.’s twelfth album as Moodymann, unspool on their own terms, continually mutating as they go on, shifting gears just when you think you’ve got a handle on them. His house isn’t very dense, but there’s always a remarkable amount of intrigue in his deceptively simple sound, evoking early 70′s R&B until strange idiosyncrasies pop out organically from the fabric of the song, pulling focus, reframing it as you’re listening to it. It’s strange, compelling stuff that beckons you to dive beneath its surface, promising you’ll find something new each time.

08. NO HOME RECORD, Kim Gordon

My favorite Sonic Youth songs were always the ones Kim Gordon did lead vocals on. Her hulking monotone was strangely captivating, even when it wasn’t clear what she was even talking about (which was most of the time.) No Home Record is a sublime capitalization and expansion of her power as a vocalist and writer, embracing those same abstract sensibilities that have defined her work for nearly 40 years but pushing them boldly into the future, crafting entrancing, often menacing sonic dreamscapes that are littered with oblique, powerfully resonant hints at the fruits of her near decade of self-discovery after divorcing Thurston Moore. It’s a debut decades in the making that shockingly reveals new, untapped powers from an indelible titan of rock we thought we’d had pegged.

07. HOUSE OF SUGAR, (Sandy) Alex G

Alex Giannascoli’s folk rock warps itself, intentionally obscuring textures and images in a convoluted effort to clarify the feeling behind them. It shouldn’t work but always does, and on House of Sugar, his eighth full-length effort in just nine years, he finds thrilling new power in simplicity and repetition, exemplified by the woozy abstract tapestry of songs like “Walk Away,” “Taking,” or “Near,” wringing a simple phrase, or even just a word, for everything it’s worth, repeating them over and over and over again to craft crystal clear images of longing and pain. But the more traditional songs are just as gripping, striking his strange balance between downtown and backwoods, crafting folk that emanates from deep in the soul and soars out into outer space.

06. BANDANA, Freddie Gibbs & Madlib

Freddie Gibbs and Madlib reunite on the most virtuosic rap album of the year, taking their unlikely marriage of gangster rap and delicately constructed, meditative beats that sound almost like memories to astonishing new heights. Gibbs grapples with personal demons- the lowest lows of his career, his ongoing relationship with drug abuse- but also flexes, showcasing his effortless flow as he flawlessly keeps pace with Madlib’s twisty production, navigating signature changes and tricky rhythms with ease, perfectly in concert with Madlib’s searching, soulful looping beats that envelop you, contorting right when you’ve settled into them. The collaboration keeps you on your toes, demanding your full attention as they whisk you through their kaleidoscopic vision of masterful, immersive rap.

05. ALL MIRRORS, Angel Olsen

The breakup album has never sounded so lush. Plenty can wax poetic about ridding themselves of toxic partners and of newfound freedom, but Angel Olsen tries to get to the heart of what it all meant, how she’d allowed herself to get lost in the relationship, forgetting herself. She makes the process sound luxurious, utilizing a 12-piece orchestra to inject a bolt of energy and welcome drama into her abstracted songwriting, embracing the darkness and working through it to find herself anew on the other side.

04. WHEN I GET HOME, Solange

When I Get Home sounds like you should be listening to it in a museum- and knowing Solange you’ll probably be able to at some point. Its heady sophistication is constantly announcing itself to you, but that’s not to say that it’s impenetrable. It’s her most personal effort, a surreal tour through the Houston of her memory and the Houston of her imagination, exploring the sounds she was reared on, but refracting them, embracing repetition to create a dreamlike, prismatic journey through her influences that, as Solange puts it, can’t be a singular expression of herself “there’s too many parts, too many spaces, too many manifestations, too many lines, too many curves, too many troubles, too many journeys, too many mountains, too many rivers, so many...”

03. NORMAN FUCKING ROCKWELL!, Lana Del Rey

Norman Fucking Rockwell! is Lana Del Rey’s victory lap, an amalgamation of everything she’s always done well packed into a sprawling 68 minute apocalyptic opus, invoking Neil Young, Joni Mitchell, and most memorably, Sublime while utilizing her trademark playful, disaffected word play to craft a soaring requiem for the world as we know it. “L.A.’s in flames” and who cares when there’s a good time to be had? It’s a stunning “fuck you” to an industry and populace that dismissed her viciously when she arrived on the scene, forging her masterpiece on her own terms.

02. U.F.O.F., Big Thief

U.F.O.F. evokes the sensation of reaching out and attempting to make a connection- a connection with another realm, with the dead, with alien life, with a distant lover. The music is open and searching, and to hear the band talk about the process of writing and recording it, this spirit of experimentation was present in the studio. They’d tinker with instruments none of them knew how to play, hoping whatever they could coax out of it might speak to the ethereal textures and opaque poetry of the music they were working on. The result is a ghostly folk masterclass that launches Big Thief into the stratosphere as they work seamlessly in tandem to craft music that touches God.

01. TITANIC RISING, Weyes Blood

Struggling to cope with a world on the precipice of collapse, Natalie Mering looks backward, invoking the baroque pop of the 1970′s to search for solace in the stars or the arms of another, like Karen Carpenter scrolling through Tinder or Co-Star. But trying to stave herself away in the past only finds herself submerged in her childhood bedroom. So she bolts forward, utilizing familiar frameworks to craft stunningly lush, contemporary and urgent pop that grapples with crises both personal and apocalyptic with an optimism that feels not naive but like a vital lifeline, like a hand reaching out in the darkness to pull you to safety. It may be a futile gesture, but at the end of a decade that’s abruptly descended into a hellscape, it’s a call to keep the faith and forge on.

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