#hiphop line imagines

[deluwoo]

i love you's

pairing ▸ boyfriend!hiphop line x gn!reader genre ▸ headcannon, domestic fluff, fluff, slight suggestive warnings ▸ food [lmk if there are more !!] wc ▸ 541

eun's notes ▸ i miss writing sm :(( BUT IM PROUD TO BE ABLE TO POST AGAIN!! just a filler post for now bc ik i will get some ideas soon. enjoy, my doves! ★

seungcheol ▸ his i love you’s can be found in hushed giggles and gummy smiles. another smile-line is another year of laughter as two. oversized hoodies and messy hair under bucket hats. i love you’s don’t seem to be words, they are the ideas of you, the actions for you. it is decided he’d move mountains for a lover like you, after all. i love you’s are in the hand placements on your waist when you two are walking in crowded places. its found in his eyes when he checks both sides of the street before walking with you, hands intertwined like ribbons. its found in the ink of his cards that go with every gift. he finds endless excuses to give you them but really, you are the reason of his giving.

wonwoo ▸ i love you’s are in his fingers. tying your stubborn and unruly strands of hair when you wash your hands. when he feeds you the good parts of his lunch bowl. he says i love you’s when he brings you home the snack you were eyeing in the grocery a few weeks ago. he checks everyday to see if its in stock. leaning in and licking his lips when you’re talking to him. his eyes lower down to your mouth, watching as words are formed by the second. i love you’s are in his glances, watching to see if you really enjoy playing animal crossing with him. tender hearts. an antique book store. its smell hanging on to your coats in the winter. i love you’s are in the moments together, because where else would they be?

mingyu ▸ its the second you wake, the aroma of breakfast finding your nostrils. i love you’s are found in the things for you. whether its to cook you a late night snack, or drive you to your errands. the hands that write you letters, hidden all around your room. its found in the silence, head to chest, and the series of lights as the two of you continue to watch the movie.i love you’s are his expressions; ranging from the way his lips curve into a toothy grin while watching you laugh, or the words that roll off him tongue that seem to just make you melt. his i love you’s are in the candles you like. the late nights. the steaming dinner and record player in the back. candle lights dancing in his eyes.

vernon ▸ it’s the paper flowers that flap in the wind, the ones handcrafted with love the night before because he’s allergic to real ones. i love you’s are in the endless playlists he makes, whether burning them on cd’s or adding them to mix tapes. they always have a small dedication, for you are the notes of his life. i love you’s are the things he does for you that seem to suddenly appear. the jacket on your knees when you’re in a skirt, the drink with the specific sugar level. his i love you’s are found in the giggles behind the photos he sends. you can’t tell if the silliness is on purpose or your love is just like that. its the smell of sunlight. the one that seeps between buildings as the two of you walk down the side walk.

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reblog if i want these ppl ✋😔💔👈 ©eunhae (writer from my old blog wonieweb!!) © DELUWOO – 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞.

[sungtaro]

on that note if wayv did a 90s boy band concept like tnx kick it 4 now but grown up / less summer bop more r&b millennium smash . i would ascend

[hinaaspanda]

shall we dance? | l.jy

pairing: hiphop dancer! lee juyeon x ballerina! fem reader

warnings: 18+ content, swearing, mentions of alcohol and falling asleep after getting too drunk lmao 

genre: rivals(ish) to lovers, fluff, angst if you squint, smut: fingering, breast worship (idk what it’s actually called, he just kinda spends his time on that area hnagdja), cowgirl, praise

wc: 9,381

Lee Juyeon was never someone you considered as a teammate. Sure, you were in the same dance team, but your minds and personalities were worlds apart from each other. He was stubborn and childish, while you strived for perfection; it was a match made in hell. So imagine your reaction when your dance instructor appoints the two of you to work together at the school’s annual dance fesitval! Will the two of you survive?

a/n; hi again! I’m back with my first ever fic for the boyz! i had to write abt my bae juyeon omg fhkdufhusgf. it’s just in time for juyeon month too! anyways, enjoy!

God was testing you, that was for certain.

“Do either of you have any questions?” Your dance instructor gazed at you with doe eyes, genuine curiosity plaguing her features. You, meanwhile, were fighting every urge to scoff right in her face. As a matter of fact, you did have just one question. 

What the hell was going on?

“We’ll be fine, Mrs. Kim. We won’t let you down!!” A second voice peaked through your ears. A voice that irked you beyond belief. That voice in question? None other than the personified headache on two legs—Lee Juyeon. The man you’d be trapped with for the next week, choreographing a dance in a genre you knew nothing about. Hesitance lining your frame, you nod to your instructor before she concludes the meeting and escapes the dance practice room. On the outside, you appeared calm and collected, hardly disheveled by the current news. Inside, however? You were screaming and panicking. 

To fully relish in the horror of the situation, you have to understand how much of a nuisance Lee Juyeon really was. The two of you could not have been further from each other. You see, Juyeon was not one to care for perfection—to say he was tardy would be an understatement. The hip hop major would show up to team practices on his own terms, which usually meant about 20 minutes past the actual start time, complete with an iced coffee from the convenience store down the street. He would never fail to spend the rest of your joint practice time fooling around with his little goons, cracking jokes that deserved an eye roll—if not more. You, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than perfection. You worked your ass off for a seamless, perfect performance every time, and Juyeon would do nothing but taint that. 

You and Lee Juyeon. A ballerina and a hip hop dancer. There was no doubt you two were worlds apart. So, how the hell were you two supposed to work together?

A groan spilt from your lips as you pivoted, turning away from your so-called dance partner. This was all just some sick, torturous dream. None of this was real. Soon, you’d wake up in your comfy bed; in a reality that didn’t involve this duet of nightmares. 

“y/n! Wait up!” His voice peaked in your ears again—nails to a chalkboard. “Where are you going?”

“Where do you think? I’m going home!” You spat, pivoting back to face him. “Do you really believe we’re gonna be able to work together? We’re complete opposites, Juyeon. Knowing us, there’s no way we’d be able to co-operate. And don’t even get me started on that insane deadline! How are we supposed to get anything done in 5 days?” 

Juyeon inches closer to your figure, his hand clinging onto the nape of his neck. “Look, I’m not too stoked for this, either, but it wouldn’t hurt to try and work together.”

You choke, expecting anything but that response. Since when was Juyeon so willing to cooperate? “Are you serious?”

Juyeon nipped at his lips, pausing. His eyes bore through you—there wasn’t a joke in sight. “Almost everyone in our team gets along—except us. It’ll improve our overall teamwork.”

You gulp. Juyeon’s caught you tongue tied. Were you even listening to the same man you knew 5 minutes ago? You look up at the dancer, finally granting him the light of day. His eyes, however, were already on you, practically piercing through your skin. 

“I promise, y/n, I won’t let you down.”

His words; they were weird. He’s said that exact phrase already—to your dance instructor after she bore the two of you the bad news. Nevertheless, this time felt different. They felt more genuine. Could you really trust him?

You gulp once more. “Fine.”

As you sat on the bus ride home that night, you gaze at your phone. Your digital calendar was littered with timestamps and reminders; the chaotic schedule you and Lee Juyeon had planned for this god forsaken performance. It was funny, the conception of this small schedule was already enough to spark an argument between the two of you, with him deeming it to be completely useless. May it be the first argument of many.  

Your chest, meanwhile, began to tighten at the thought of him. Today alone, it was as if he’d changed over night, flipping on his head like an airplane in turbulence. In the three years you’ve known him, you’ve never seen him so considerate, so thoughtful. It made you queasy, sick to the stomach. 

Would you even be able to survive?

Juyeon’s car was stuck in the parking lot. 

It wasn’t because of poor weather conditions or a case of bad traffic, however. On the outside, everything was fine. Completely normal. And yet, Lee Juyeon couldn’t be bothered to set his car in reverse and drive out of his cramped parking spot. The reason?

Lee Juyeon was stuck on the thought of you. 

He wasn’t really sure why, if he was being completely honest. In his mind, you were worlds apart—aside from dance, there was absolutely nothing tethering you two together. The y/n he was familiar with was the definition of uptight and cranky, rarely uttering a word to the people she was supposed to regard as teammates, apart from maybe one person. It was as if the concept of ‘fun’ or ‘relaxation’ were unavailable in your robot itinerary. Your only hobbies consisted of endless practice—hell, you practically lived in the studio—and scowling at Juyeon every time he called you by his nickname. 

It was weird. Despite all of that—your reputation and bitter attitude—Juyeon found a burning sensation creeping in his chest every time he thought about you. Every time he walked by the studio well after practice was finished for the day, only to see the cheap lights still flickered on, with your figure still on the dance floor; it was as if motivation burned through his chest. When it came to you, Lee Juyeon didn’t feel the urge to slack off, to skip practice for the day. 

He didn’t want to let you down. 

Juyeon cleared his throat, adjusting himself in the driver's seat. Motivation. Yeah, that’s it. That’s all it was. It explained the sudden urge to even go through with this performance in the first place. It explained the burning sensations in his chest. Pushing his car shift forward, Juyeon backs his car out of the parking spot he’d been loitering at for what felt like an eternity. The lights of his dashboard blinded him, sending his sorry ass back to reality. A reality where he wasn’t constantly thinking of you. The stone cold princess from another world. 

First practice and Juyeon was already driving you insane. 

The ivory stained fabric crashed onto the ground, but your fingers were too limp to give a damn. 

“You want my number?” You quizzed over your shoulder, too lazy to properly face the boy lacing up his shoes. “What for?” 

“I dunno, so we can, like, plan stuff or something?” Juyeon suggested, too busy admiring his own features to spare you a glance. You watched as he lifted a hand to gently stroke his jaw, a self asserting smirk lining his lips before finally giving you the light of day. “Shouldn’t we be, like, talking more for this thing?” 

Lacing up your hair away from your face, you shot eagle eyes at your reflection. You wanted to ignore Juyeon’s words, how they were beginning to convince you. And yet, for some reason, you were struggling to do just that. Without hesitation, you curl your body into your first stretching warm up of the day. Never in your life did you think Lee Juyeon wasn’t right. He never was.

“I didn’t know you were so keen on communication” You huff, rolling your eyes. You refuse to make eye contact with Juyeon, though it was something you’ve been struggling with lately. 

“Well, I happen to think communication’s key for good teamwork!” the dancer boasted, completing his arm stretches as he sauntered towards you. “What if things change at the last minute, and you have no other way of knowing? Wouldn’t that just make you more stressed?”

Pausing your stretch routine, you nip at the skin of your lips. Only now did you notice a particular figure standing practically flush against you. Your shoulder mere millimeters before his chest. His head dipped close to your cheek, with barely a sliver of space in between your two frames. You barely noticed all of that. And yet, you did almost immediately notice the deep resin of Lee Juyeon’s voice cradling your ear. 

“We wouldn’t want our princess getting stressed, now would we?”

Your heart was racing—unwantedly so. What was with that switch up? And don’t even get started on that very new, very weird nickname. You felt your breath shorten, quickening with each second you spent trapped in Juyeon trance, his territory. You were frozen, only managing to move by small increments as you slowly turned to face him. Gazing at your dance partner, you couldn’t help but notice how fast the skin of your cheeks flared up. How quickly your mind drew to a blank. Where on earth did this new Juyeon even come from? 

And why were you hesitating to run away?

"W-what are you—" you stutter out, your voice a hush.

Suddenly, a wide and devious grin stretches on Juyeon’s face, his eyes turning into full crescent moons. He huffed out a chuckle before quickly bending down to grab a pen from his bag. You were still so frozen, you didn’t even have the willpower to disobey what he said next. 

“Give me your hand,” He requests innocently, a complete 180° from how he was just 5 minutes ago; pure evil. Still not fully out of your trance, you shove your limp hand towards his chest, practically spacing out as he cups your palm in his giant hand. Juyeon scribbles the pen onto your skin, the friction tingling against you—but you didn’t have the resolve to admit you were ticklish. Finally, he lets go of your hand, the lack of warmth lingering in your brain a little longer than you thought it would. Sealing the stationary back up, Juyeon shoots one final grin your way before tossing the pen back in his bag. You glance down at the back of your palm; 10 digits and a poorly drawn heart right beside it. You scowl, though it was really only to hide your rapid heartbeat. 

“I’m gonna kill Professor Choi, just watch,” Kim Sunwoo grits through his teeth, holding his head in his hands as he continues to drown in the sea of physics homework. You watched as he slowly regressed further into the floor, the layers of worksheets giving him actual, attainable pain. Your own stack of unfinished assignments was nothing to scoff at, either. With your brain too occupied with the dance festival performance, you had just a sliver of time to actually sit down and work on your assignments. 

You watch as Sunwoo trudges upwards, sludging to your kitchen and opening your fridge as if it were his own. He pulls out an emerald can, cracking it open on just one hand. “I’d hate to be in your shoes, though. How do you even balance all this with dancing?”

“Please, don’t even get me started” You leaned back, your arms holding you up as you stretched from your criss-cross position. “That dance festival is more of a pain in the ass than you could ever imagine” 

“Oh yeah, right. How’s that going, anyways?” 

Your best friend's words had the audacity to summon your brain, to reel your thoughts back to the first practice you’ve ever had with Lee Juyeon. The way his figure was mere millimeters away from yours, his breath grazing your cheek. The way his hand practically swallowed yours whole as he wrote his number on your palm—against your better judgment of staying out of touch. The cheeky little smile he shot at you before wisping away, beginning his stretches. It all stained your brain, plagued you with a madness you couldn’t explain. An unfamiliar swirl danced at the pit of your stomach, as graceful as you would during a dance practice accompanied with little to no sleep the night before. Lee Juyeon was making you sick

You gulp, The crescents of Juyeon’s eye smile in particular staying in your mind for longer than you anticipated. Suddenly, the rubbery texture of an eraser crashing into your nose jolts you awake. “Oi, y/n!”

Clearing your throat, you sit up straight. You needed to get those thoughts out of your head. Fast. “Right, yeah-”

“You’re falling for that Juyeon guy already, I see,” Sunwoo smirks, his eyebrows wiggling infuriatingly. Your eyes spill from their sockets, jaw dropping to the floor. 

“What? No! Are you crazy?” You sputter, fidgeting and spazzing like a tree struck by lightning. You chuck your pencil case straight towards his chest; a reflex for his stupidity. Your brows drill to the center of your forehead as you whip your head towards your beloved best friend’s direction. “How do you even know he’s my partner?”

“My lab partner, Jaehyun, rooms with him,” Sunwoo takes a swig of his coke before diving back into his worksheet—or more accurately; his phone. “I guess Juyeon talks about you a lot. I heard he already made his move on the first practice,” Sunwoo said through giggles.

Your chest tightened, that same image of the dancer swimming into your brain. Did he actually talk about you? And why did that even matter?? You steal Sunwoo’s drink, dipping your head back to take in the whole beverage in one fatal swoop. Crashing the can down onto the table, you clear your throat again. “He didn’t make his move okay? He just asked for my number.”

“Well, did you give it to him?” Sunwoo leaned in, curious.

You paused, your breath stuck in your windpipe. You gulped again. “No, are you kidding?”

Almost immediately, you shoot up from your spot on the floor. Stretching your back, you zoom to the kitchen, embarrassment cringing in your chest. You weren’t really sure why you lied. Maybe you were just in denial. Or maybe you just wanted to forget it all. You rummaged through your pantry, diving head first into the snacks you barely even remember purchasing. At least now they served some purpose. You pull out some cheese puffs, obliterating them within seconds. One thing you were completely sure of, is that Sunwoo was anything but right. 

You were not falling for Lee Juyeon. 

Back at the table, moments before Sunwoo contemplates actually trying to get some work done, a ping pops from your phone. Curiosity overtook him, and seeing as though you were busy digging a hole through your pantry, Sunwoo took it upon himself to open your phone. A silver bar falls from the top of your phone screen, the name sending Kim Sunwoo to the heavenly gates of pride. 

Lee Juyeon [7:58 pm]: what time u showing up for practice tmr?

Your best friend was a grinning idiot for the rest of the day. 

Juyeon wasn’t at all surprised when he heard music playing from the practice room already. He knew exactly who was in there, practicing to perfection. 

He stopped himself just before the practice room doors, his eyes trailing your reflection in the mirror. You were so focused, you couldn’t bother to notice his figure standing right at the door. He leaned against the wall, watching as you moved to the delicate music, your footsteps so nimble they hardly touched the floor. His eyes followed you at every twirl and wide-legged jump you performed, his chest tightening at the sight of you. 

Lee Juyeon was in awe. 

Toying with the velcro strap of his gym bag, Juyeon’s eyes were physically incapable of leaving you. He wanted nothing more than to watch you dance, to thrive on the dance floor. The burning sensation in his chest soon sunk down, fluttering just above his stomach. Without realizing, his heart raced every time you twirled to the music. Juyeon gulped. 

Was he falling for you? 

Slowly, Juyeon took a step into the practice room, chucking his bag into the closest corner he could find. 

He wasn’t so sure anymore.

Currently, you have about eight days left before the performance. 

And yet, you were distracted as ever. 

The music rummaged through your brain like a gofer to dirt—drilling holes into the parts of your brain that stored its logic and critical thinking.  Sweat beaded from the crown of your head—it was natural, considering you’ve lost count of the times you’ve practiced your routine. You twirled into Juyeon’s embrace, your hand in his as he spun you below his arm. The two of your bodies; a well oiled, factory grade machine as you danced under the starry night of the studio room. Effortlessly, each limb guides one move into another, as your two figures near the end of your performance. 

You two halt your movements, standing still in the center of the wooden tiled floor. This practice was the utmost crucial; it was the first time you and Juyeon would practice the high point of this whole performance, the main event—the lift.

The act in which one dancer, usually the stronger, grabs their partner by the waist and lifts them above the air. It’s an incredible feat that only the most impressive dancers can truly surpass. Nervousness overtook you, your skin freezing to ice. You’ve never dared to do something so rash, so bold in the entirety of your dancing career. 

Could you even do this?

“Are you ready?” A voice chimes in, shocking you awake. Your eyes shoot to the mirror to see Juyeon ghosting your back, his chest flush against your shoulder blades. You gulp, taking extra notice at his hands; most innocently placed at either side of your waist—bare, due to your haphazard ability to get ready in the morning. His fingers felt rough, callous against yours, a metal ring stationed at his middle finger sending more chills down your skin. “y/n?”

A lump jumps out of your throat. For whatever reason, your vocal chords seemed to be sealed shut, no words sliding from your lips in response. Not thinking much of it, your dance partner chuckles at your silence before pulling his hands away from your skin. Something your chest twinges at the loss of his touch, but you chose to ignore it. Juyeon moves to stand right in front of you resting a hand on top of your head as he sends you a smile.  

“Don’t worry, I got you, okay?” Juyeon boasts, curling his bicep in a flexing position worth all of the eye rolls on the world. “I worked out extra just for this, you know.”

You hated how easy his words made your stubborn eyes peek at his figure. Your breath hitched, only now noticing how muscular Lee Juyeon really was. You already knew he towered your stature, but only at this very moment did you realize just how built his shoulders were. Your eyes glided down to his hands, equally—if not more—muscular than the rest of his body. The exact same pair of hands responsible for holding you by the waist, sending your figure soaring through the air. An image of that exact occurrence replayed in your mind like a broken record. 

With your cheeks flushed beyond belief, you snap your head around, concealing your pathetic figure away from the stupid hip hop major. “Shut up, Juyeon.”

One hesitant nod was all it took before Juyeon’s hand latched onto your waist once again. You gulped. It was a perfect fit. With one last glance at you, Juyeon shoots your body into the air, lifting your frame over his head with his arms. You couldn’t believe it; you were soaring amidst the puff of clouds, defying all of the pitiful limits of human nature. You were flying, it was amazing. 

Until it wasn’t.

In about T-minus 10 seconds, reality shook you to your core. You were, in fact, 6 feet in the air, with nothing but a pair of oddly strong hands tethering you to the ground. You were going to die, undoubtedly so. Your body shivered in fear, your hands reaching for Juyeon’s like it was a life source. “Wait—put me down!”

Within seconds, Juyeon listened, propping you back down to the ground. Your body was flush against his, arms knotted around his neck as one of his forearms clung tightly around your waist—never daring to let go. Your heart was jumping out of your chest at the near-death experience. Juyeon’s eyes never pull away from you, worry and fear swelling in each pupil. It was as if all of the immaturity and childishness you associate him with had disappeared from his being, leaving an actually soft, and caring character in its wake. “Oh my god– are you okay!?”

Due to your life literally flashing before your eyes, only at this exact moment did you notice how close you and Juyeon were. Mere millimeters hung between your faces, his raspy breath grazing your skin. Only now did you notice how tight Juyeon kept you against his body as you hung from his neck. An uncomfortable swirl stared at your stomach again, your chest beating rapidly. The two of you stood still; just like that for what felt like ages. The music that accompanied your practice session slowly fading away. It was just you and him. Nothing else in the world surrounded your two frames. 

A part of you, however, didn’t completely mind it. 

You clear your throat, your two figures jumping apart as you did so. What the hell were you thinking? You hated Lee Juyeon. Everything about him; from his work ethic to his stupid eye smile. Your eyes drill to your feet, realizing that you have yet to answer Juyeon’s question. 

“I’m okay.”

You expected the boy to start teasing you. Maybe he’d comment on how ungraceful you were—very unnatural for a ballerina. Or maybe he’d start laughing at you. It was a normal thing to anticipate. But was anything ever normal when it came to Lee Juyeon?

You already knew your answer. 

Cotradictingly, Juyeon’s palm gently patted the crown of your head, lightly ruffling the locks of your hair. He shot you another eye smile—a ray of sunshine you needed to protect yourself from. “That’s good, I’m glad.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “Why do you care so much?”

His eyes never managed to leave your gaze. “Come on, is it so weird that I care about my dance partner?”

You pull your gaze away. “Yes.”

With a soft chuckle, Juyeon flicks your forehead. “Well, too bad. I care about you, dummy.”

You stayed silent. Why was your heart fluttering? 

Checking the weather app was simply useless, not with the rain droplets crashing into the walls and windows of the campus lobby. 

You looked through the glass, defeat pulling your shoulders further into the tiled floor. Bussing home in this weather would be near to impossible with the harsh showers. And what makes it all worse? A quick check on your bus app only lets you know how late your designated bus is; approximately 20 minutes. 

The jingle of keys creep up from behind you, summoning an eye roll almost immediately. You didn’t even need to turn around to know who the owner of the metal even was—it had Lee Juyeon written all over it. You scowl, hugging your body as you continue to face away from him. He probably was only here to flaunt how unfucked he was, a strong contrast to how fucked you were. 

“How are you getting home?” Juyeon speaks up anyways. Typical. 

“Bus.” You murmur, turning to him. “Look, if you’re here to tease me or something, save it. I’m not feeling it.”

“Woah! Okay, for your information, I wasn’t planning on teasing you.” Juyeon throws up his hands in defense, as if you held him at gunpoint. “In fact, I was gonna ask if you wanted a ride.”

Your eyes lit up for a second. A ride. Protection from the outdoors. It was everything you’ve ever wanted. You clear your throat. No. This was Lee Juyeon. It didn’t matter if he was being considerate, or sweet even. This was anything but what you wanted. You needed to get a grip.

“I’m alright, thanks,” Your voice was soft, hesitant.

“You sure?” He quizzed, your silence overwhelming him with his answer. He huffed a sigh, pausing before unzipping his bag and rummaging through the fabric. “Suite yourself, but you should at least take this.”

Dropping his gym bag, Juyeon inches closer to you. For a split second, his arms wrap around your frame, sending a sharp inhale through your chest, your chest which had already felt tight since he first moved closer to you. His warmth lingered in your mind. The sounds of crashing rain began to fade away—though the skies never cleared up. It was as if you were hallucinating, moments away from losing your mind. After a few seconds, he opens up his arms, draping fabric over your shoulders. It was an instant warmth. 

“What’s this?”

“My jacket—you’ll freeze to death if you go out like this!”

You glance down at your outfit; a cropped sweater made from some cheap fabric, and leggings summoning anything but warmth. Your partner was right, you weren’t prepared in the slightest. “Oh… What about you?”

You gulp. Since when did you care?

“I’ll be fine. I’m driving anyway. Plus, I’m still pretty hot from practice.”

You felt a specific heat creep onto your cheeks, until you realized that Juyeon was only talking about sweating. You idiot. You hide behind the fabric, eyes trailing the ground. “Uh, thanks.”

He pulls your—or, more rightfully, his— hood over your head, patting the crown gently. Meanwhile, you couldn’t help but feel this weird swirl at the pit of your stomach. “Take care, y/n!”

Currently, Juyeon’s friends were congregating on his couch. The objective of this meeting? Planning the house party that was set for this weekend, the last thing on the list being who they were going to invite. Though Juyeon had his own, more personal objective; to stop thinking about the most recent practice with you—it’s been plaguing his mind all afternoon. And he was failing. Pathetically. 

“What about y/n? Should we invite her?” Juyeon heard his own voice through his confused ears. His mind—all proper reasoning—was clearly lacking behind; he could tell from the confused stares that were plastered on all of his friend’s faces. Clearly, Juyeon missed the memo on “close friends only” being this party’s apparent theme. Could anyone really blame him, though? In his very weak defense, he was too caught up on the thought of you to listen.

“Park y/n? Your dance partner for that festival thing, right?” Lee Jaehyun, his roommate and best friend, cocks an eyebrow; perplexed beyond belief. “You sure? I heard she's a little weird.”

Juyeon grew the slightest bit bitter at his roommate’s words, though he couldn’t explain it. 

“Oh yeah,” Ju Haknyeon, another one of Juyeon’s friends, chimed in, his back leaning into the plush of the beat up couch. “She’s in my psych. class this term. She’s always got her hand up like her life depended on it, bro. It’s kind of creepy, if you ask me.”

Juyeon could feel his knuckles tensing. Who was he to call you creepy? 

Kim Younghoon, the last of Juyeon’s clique, leans forward, shoving a handful of chips into his mouth like a complete mouth. He didn’t even bother to swallow before chiming in. “I heard she’s a total pain during your guy’s dance practice—Changmin’s told me a few things, anyway. Is she always so bossy around you guys?”

A flame rose in Juyeon’s chest. His friends were making it infuriatingly clear; they didn’t know jack shit about you. With his hands subconsciously rolled into fists, Juyeon rose from the couch, towering over his careless friends. In all honesty, it took Juyeon every fiber of his being to not punch the living daylights out of each and everyone of them. Though, again, he couldn’t pinpoint the reason. 

“Okay, no, you guys got it all wrong,” Juyeon began, startling the three boys below him. “y/n’s none of those things! She’s not weird or creepy, she’s just smarter than you could ever dream of being. She’s confident and strives for the best. And when it comes to dance, no one on that team has the strength and power that she has—she's one of the best dancers I know!”

Juyeon’s voice grew soft. Gentle. “y/n—she’s amazing.”

Juyeon didn’t realize just how out of breath he was until he finished his little performance. His body just acted on its own; a habit he’s seemed to have picked up since he got to know you. His three friends were practically in shock, their jaws grazing the carpet they stood on.  

“Damn dude—I didn’t know,” Jaehyun muttered in a hushed voice, genuinely terrified for his life. “How come you got such a soft spot for her?”

Juyeon nipped at his lips, his chest rising. Though he didn’t know why.

He gulped. Who was he kidding? He’s known the whole time.

“‘Cause I like her.”

“You don’t get a choice young lady!” Sunwoo’s voice peaked a little too powerfully through your phone’s speaker. You winced at the volume, though he couldn’t care less. “You’re going to that party!”

The party in question? The house party, located at the Lee Juyeon and Lee Jaehyun residence. The reason why you were so hesitant in going? The one and only Lee Juyeon giving you a personal invite, of course. 

You didn’t have a clue at what sick game Juyeon was trying to play with you. To your understanding, this last minute performance should have only kept the two of you as close as coworkers from a typical 9-5 would be. You had no intention of keeping in touch with the childish and irritating dancer, absolutely none. So, why should you even consider saying yes to that absurd invitation. And besides, with certain recent events still replaying in your mind unwillingly, you thought it best to avoid seeing the hip hop boy for more than you needed to. You knew all of this, but why was Sunwoo so slow on piecing it together? 

“Why are you so pent up about this?” You groaned. “You care about that party more than I do!”

“For starters, going to any party’s going to increase your chances of making more friends. And, like, you can’t only have one friend in uni, y/n. That’s kinda sad.”

“You’re literally that friend, asshole,” you mutter, seriously considering changing that notion right now. 

“Doesn’t matter, you need to go out more! Live a little! Life isn't just about school and dance, you know?” Sunwoo sounded genuine, though his next words were a complete slap in the face to that notion. “Plus, you can be my wing-woman so I can get a date at this party.”

You groan, drowning in Sunwoo’s infuriating chuckle. Minutes before you were about to hang up on him, unsolicited, your best friend chimes in again. 

“And besides… I have a sneaking suspicion you’re starting to warm up to that Juyeon guy.”

You choke, not once expecting that name to come out of Sunwoo’s mouth. You hate to admit it, but you weren’t so sure if Sunwoo was wrong anymore. You never looked at him with the same fury you had just a couple of weeks ago. He never showed up late to your practices and actually took in the feedback you gave him. You could barely recognize the guy, and you weren’t sure how to feel about that. The image of his stupid eye smile pops in your brain again, and you huff a groan. 

“What makes you say that?” You ask anyway, practically swimming in denial.

“‘Cause you, Park y/n, have finally stopped denying it.” Sunwoo answered, a smug grin swiping across his face. Shit. Could he really see right through you so easily? “The old y/n would’ve shut me up immediately, you know.”

You gulp. How stupid were you? “Shut up.”

“Guess it’s settled!” Sunwoo practically jumped for joy, you could sense it through the phone. “I’ll pick you up at 8!”

Note to self: never listen to a word Kim Sunwoo says. It’s a lesson you learnt the hard way. 

You push through the seemingly endless wave of university students, the stench of booze drilling through your nostrils. The neon lights pierced your eyes, you were convinced you were about to go blind. Though, you figured going blind wouldn’t have been so bad at the moment; you wanted nothing more than to unsee the poor puking freshman on your right, or the horny couple making out on your left. And worst of all? It seems that Kim Sunwoo had just disappeared into thin air; you couldn’t find him no matter where you searched. 

This was bad. Really bad. You see, Sunwoo wasn’t lying earlier when it came to not having any other friends. In fact, you were currently drowning in a sea of unfamiliar faces. You contemplated how the hell someone could know so many people. You, on the other—more unfortunate hand—only knew one other person. A person that could’ve gone to the moon and back by now; you’d be none the wiser. 

You clung onto the red solo cup as if your life depended on it. In reality, you knew one other person at this house party.

But was your heart ready to face him?

Truth is, your mind hasn’t stopped wandering to the image of Lee Juyeon ever since that last practice. The way he held you in his arms, lifted you in the air; it all stained your brain. The way he danced with you; elegant and graceful. His form and vigor when he completed each and every step of your routine; it never failed to give you butterflies. The way he reassured you at every sliver of worry that shined through your brow, or the way he protected you from such small things like the rain. He was there to comfort you; to shine a sliver of sunlight your way. To make your grumpy ass, smile, just once.

Maybe it was working.

A glimmer of bronze liquid shot down your throat. It burned. What were you thinking? Falling for Juyeon? You couldn’t. 

So why were you sitting on his goddamn couch? At a house party he invited you to?

Another big gulp slides down your throat, your tongue numb to the taste this time around. 

Before inviting you to the party, Juyeon contemplated your alcohol tolerance. It was natural, considering the amount of booze set aside for the party was nothing to scoff at. However, once the party was nearing its end, and with only a few people left at the Lee Residence—Juyeon definitely had an idea or two. Though your napping figure on the couch was a dead giveaway. 

Your figure only took over ⅓ of the couch, your body curled into a ball as your head rested on the back of the furniture. Your knees were tucked into your chest, your arms wrapping around them like the ribbon to a Christmas present. Red solo cups were littered around the floor and around you, most toppled over; all of them empty. Who knew you were the type to drink so heavy? Juyeon swiftly stripped off his zip up, draping it over you on instinct. 

The more Juyeon looked at you, the more his heart pounded. 

Juyeon placed himself on the couch—right beside you. The weight of his figure pulled yours further down, your head dropping down onto his shoulder. Juyeon’s face ignited, he’s never felt more happy to be in a room without people. He leaned closer to your frame—it was warm, toasty. Your breath reeked of booze, but for some reason, it didn't matter right now.

He stared at the way strands of your hair fell between your eyes, your eyelashes that could sweep the sky. It was something he never witnessed during your practices, mostly because you wouldn’t give him the chance to be near you. You were so stoic and cold normally, seeing you so soft and delicate was beyond new. You made his heart flutter. He couldn’t help but notice how soft your lips were, how they practically glistened under the living room lamp light. 

He wanted to kiss you.

A snore pushes from your figure, jolting him awake from his delusion. You hand, practically limp, inching closer to his so innocently. 

He couldn’t kiss you. Not like this.

“Oh my god, there you are!” A voice pops up from Juyeon’s right. The figure of a sophomore—presumably Kim Sunwoo appears. He turns his attention to him. “Hey, sorry about all this. It’s y/n’s first time at a party like this… I should’ve been more careful.”

“No worries,” Juyeon smiles. His hands ghost your shoulders, a tremor in his movements. “She’s, uh, safe with me.”

“I think our ride’s gonna be here soon, could you maybe gimme a hand?” Sunwoo runs a hand through the nape of his neck. Juyeon only nods, his attention rushing back towards you as he senses a soft touch grazing against his finger. 

It was you, fidgeting with his fingers in your sleep, completely unaware. 

God, you were killing him.

Gently, Juyeon shuffles around, picking you up from the couch in a way so desperate to not wake you up, and follows Sunwoo out the door with you in his arms. 

You were about to make your way into the dance practice room for your final practice that week when an image stopped you in your tracks like a deer in headlights. It was Juyeon. He beat you to the practice room, rehearsing his part of the routine before you even showed up. 

You caught your bag moments before it hit the floor. You would have never expected someone like Juyeon practicing extra. Hell, you were surprised he actually showed up to your scheduled practices to begin with. 

You found yourself stepping back to watch Juyeon dance. Your eyes were in a trance, spellbound by him. You couldn’t get over how fluid and elegant, yet powerful his movements were. It didn’t matter how much of a slacker he was, one thing was for sure: Juyeon never lacked in a performance. Your chest tightens at the sight of him as you gulp. You couldn’t seem to take your eyes off of him and his skin tight black shirt, with gray sweatpants hung snug at his hips. Nor his hair, practically drenched of sweat as it hung over his eyes. 

Why couldn’t you stop looking at him?

Were you actually falling for him?

A water break. A calming water break. That was all you ever wanted. Instead, you got your mind split eight different ways. 

A sudden warmth ghosted behind your shoulder. Juyeon’s chest brushes right up against your shoulder blade, his palm lightly clinging onto your waist as he slithers past you to grab his water bottle that was right beside yours. Your skin jumps straight into goosebump hell, sparks skidding off of the surface—fireworks. Juyeon’s hands were warm to the touch, a stark contrast to your frozen figure. You hated how soft his skin felt. Your heartbeat skyrocketed, your systems rebooted. All because of a little touch. You’re pathetic. 

“Excuse my reach,” he said, infuriatingly innocent.

You wanted to scream at him. You drank your water instead. 

After moving away, the two of you stood in silence, only the music of your performance looping every now and then. You thought it was normal—considering you’ve practically spent your entire time at school hating this man, it was natural you didn’t have much to talk about. Though, clearly, Juyeon thought it peculiar.

“Are you alright? You’ve been awfully quiet.”

You snort. “You say that like we talk often.”

Juyeon looks away from you. “Well, maybe I want us to talk more.”

Your heart was thumping rapidly again. You grip onto the fabric near your chest as an effort to slow down its pace. A failed attempt, anyway. The pit of your stomach fluttered at his smooth words. You, however, didn’t give way to his request, staying silent as you gulped down more of your water. Maybe then Juyeon would stop shaking you up so much.

“Oh, wait—stay still, y/n,” Juyeon’s voice popped in your ears once again. You watched as his hand swerved up towards your forehead. You felt his fingertips brush up against you, the back of his hand sliding down your cheek as he detangled strands of your stubborn hair. He huffs out a chuckle, eyes never leaving your sight. “You’re hair’s a little wonky–”

You weren’t fully recovered from the last unwanted touch from Lee Juyeon, circa 2 minutes ago. That was for sure. You’ve had it. You’ve had enough of his teasing. You needed answers. With your chest still ablaze, you swat Juyeon’s hand away, leaving the boy all doe-eyed and confused. You ball up your fist, pivoting to stand right in front of him. To stand your ground. 

“Just stop!” Your voice boomed. Your chest heaved as your eyes drilled through his. “What the hell are you doing?”

“What do you mean, I’m just—”

“I’m not just talking about this, I’m talking about everything! Why the hell are you so sweet to me? Why do you go out of your way to take care of me? Are you trying to toy with me or something? God, you’re driving me insane, Juyeon!” You utter, defeated.  You fiddle with your sleeves, steam practically poofing from your ears. 

Juyeon huffs a sigh from his chest, slowly taking steps around your agitated figure. “For your information, I’m not just toying with you.” He gazes at you from the reflection of the dance mirror, his voice traveling from behind. “I do genuinely care about you, y/n. I want to be sweet to you, I want to do all of those things. I like you, y/n”

I like you, too, you thought.

Though in reality, you choke, your heart caught in your throat. You couldn’t seem to look away from him as you gulped. “We can’t like each other, Juyeon,” Your voice was a hush. “We’re too different. We’re worlds apart.”

“I’d move worlds just to have a chance with you.” Juyeon rasped, his voice cradling your ear.

Your eyes widen. Your heartbeat was overpowering your ear drums. All you could hear were the constant thumps of the muscle. And all you could think about was Lee Juyeon. Suddenly, that same warmth cocoons your shoulder blades and your chest tightens. From the reflection on the mirror, you watch as Juyeon’s fingers brush against your wrist, moving down to your fingers. You watched as his left hand stayed with yours, as his right switched paths and landed on your bare waist. Your breath hitched. 

“Juyeon, we can’t…” You practically whimpered, not having the strength to finish. 

Juyeon’s lips were mere millimeters from the shell of your ear. “Are you sure?” His right hand suddenly lifts and begins to trace small shapes against your waist, his touch tingling you beyond belief. His left hand lifts your limp wrist right up against his lips. Instead of looking at your reflection, Juyeon looks right at you—the real you—before his voice drops to barely a whisper. 

“Make me stop, then.”

Juyeon kisses your wrist, pulling away your sleeves as he peppers soft kisses against your skin. With his right hand, his strokes against your skin grew stronger and wider, his index toying with the hem of your cropped shirt. You squeeze your eyes shut, your face flush as your stomach flutters. Your head was spinning, you rested it on his collarbone. You couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Don’t stop.”

Chuckling, Juyeon drops your hand, his palm cupping your cheek as he spins you to face him. Your breaths grew shallow at the sight of him. His eyes deepened as they gazed into you, pierced through you. You watched his breaths falter just like yours, picking at his lips and gulping before he speaks again. 

“Can I kiss you, y/n?”

“Please.”

That's all it took for Juyeon to dive into you, encasing his lips into yours. It was rough and rugged. As if he’d been restraining himself for years, maybe even centuries. With one hand still cupping your cheek, another one of his hands cross your back, pulling your figure up against his chest. Your hands, which were once clinging desperately onto the fabric of his sleeves, now roped around his neck. Your hand snaked towards his head, your fingers toying with a lock of his hair. On command, Juyeon grunts, his grasp around you tightening. His hold on your lips tightened with it. 

Butterflies exploded at the pit of your stomach. It was as if a burdening weight had been lifted off of your shoulders—you were practically floating in the air. You didn’t have to hide anymore, you didn’t have to run. You could say with pride. 

You liked Lee Juyeon.

“That was amazing, you two!” Your dance instructor beams as you and Lee Juyeon saunter back into the dressing room, heaving and sweating. The two of you had just finished your performance for the school’s annual club festival; a standing ovation. Your dance instructor was jumping with joy, swiping through the unfocused pictures she took of the performance with her phone and her unstable grasp. After mumbling something about letting the school newspaper know, and giving the both of you quick hugs, she runs out the door—leaving you two alone. 

Your eyes gaze upon the vanity mirror, eyeing your performance dress. It was covered in loose red sequins, you were a shimmering flame. A few detached sequins were scattered atop your shoulders—and Juyeons. They most likely came off while dancing, jumping onto his black, tight fit blazer, complete with red accent pieces and a particularly low set neckline, exposing his bare chest. You wouldn’t be lying if you said you had snuck in a look or two. Juyeon looked too good to pass up. 

Besides, it seems like he’d say the same thing right now. 

Juyeon’s eyes drilled through you. His figure slowly inched closer to you, his hands hugging the edges of your waist once he got close enough. It seems as though it was his favourite place to hold you—and you didn’t mind. It gave you butterflies every single time. His lips traced your jaw, peppering a small kiss before whispering in your ear. “You look beautiful, y/n.”

You hum a chuckle, sliding a hand up his chest and around his neck. “Too bad my dress is coming off soon.”

Juyeon’s eyebrows shoot up to the sky. “That was bold.”

You smack his shoulder. “Not that! I meant that the dress isn’t mine, dumbass. I’ll have to change out of it before I leave tonight. You, too!”

“Oh right.” Juyeon deadpanned, pouting before a light bulb buzzed from the crown of his head. After his steps cause you to move backwards, Juyeon lifts you slightly and plops you on the surface of the vanity desk. With his hands on each of your thighs, Juyeon leans forward, his face barely a centimeter apart from yours. Your lips, just breaths away from his. “Maybe I can be of some assistance?”

“You’re so dumb, Juyeon.” You punch his chest with no actual force. In truth, you wanted him, right then and there. You ball up his collar into your fist, pulling him in for a kiss. A groan lifts from your chest as you cling around his neck. Juyeon moves closer to you, ever so slightly spreading your legs apart. His hands, still on your thigh, trail up the skin, his fingers peeking through the hem of your skirt. His touch elicits another moan from your lips, making you pull from your kiss. 

“Juyeon” You whimper. 

Juyeon cups your cheek. “Not now, baby. I can only have you for myself. We need to go somewhere private.”

Your breath hitched. “Then take me home.”

Your skin was on fire as Juyeon laid you on the plush of your bed. Lee Juyeon was cruel—giving you a taste of him right before making you wait. Juyeon leans into you, deepening the kiss, a hand sinking down into the mattress beside you. His tongue swipes at your lips, demanding for an opening. You grant it, his tongue dancing inside the walls or your mouth. It slides against yours; a performance of bliss. You moan, your arms clinging from underneath his shoulders, your grip growing tighter. You weren’t going to let him slip through your fingertips. You weren’t going to lose him. Not again.

Juyeon’s hand wandered mischievously, his touch teasing you. One hand pressed against your bare thigh—it didn’t take him much to get you in just a shirt and panties. He traces your skin slowly. Painfully slow. His other hand slipped underneath the hem of your shirt, moving straight to the swell of your breasts. He took your breast in his large hand, massaging your skin. He takes your nipple in his fingers, swirling the tip with his pads. It sends your head spinning, your back arching and your chest pushing closer to him. You mewl at his touch. You needed more.

Your lips pop apart, swollen from the pressure. Juyeon wouldn’t dare to look away from you. His hands move again. 

“Does this make you feel good?” His breath was hot and heavy—it burned against your lips. You barely muster a whisper. “Yes—more.”

He pressed another hand right on your other breast, playing with your nipple. It sent you soaring, dirty noises lifting from your lips. It was a sight for sore eyes, seeing you so pent up just for him. Juyeon replaces his hand with his lips, peppering kisses all over your breast. Claiming it as his own. He takes his sweet time, leaving love bites and hickeys trailing up and down your skin. His lips envelope your center, his tongue swirling your hardened peak. Your moans grow louder as you grip a lock of his hair—sending him into overdrive. He groans into your skin, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine.

His hand was merely centimeters away from the place you needed him most. Your core was throbbing, aching for his touch. It soaked the wimpy fabric. You grip his hair harder, growing irritated from how much he was teasing you. Juyeon only snickers, lightly pressing into your clothed folds with his thumb, sending shockwaves down your body. “How bad do you want me, baby?”

You subconsciously jut your hips forward, pressing his thumb ever so slightly further into your core. You were getting restless. “So bad, Juyeon. I need you—everything.”

After teasing your clothed core, Juyeon pulled over the wet fabric, leaving your pussy bare, open. Slowly, Juyeon pushes a finger into your core, his pad dancing in your walls. You sharply inhale at the length of his fingers. Fuck, his hands were big. His calloused knuckles grazed your insides. A moan jumps from your lips as Juyeon pumps in another finger—filling your core up more. The thrusts of his wrists grew faster, your walls coming in tighter, moments before collapsing at his touch. You prop yourself up, looking down to watch the dirty image of Juyeon’s hands fucking your pussy mindless. Juyeon pumps a third finger, curling all three of them as he reaches deeper inside you. Your core was throbbing as you failed to stifle all the dirty noises leaping from your throat. 

You instinctively thrust into his hands, making him reach more. though you didn’t need to try too hard; not with Juyeon’s long fingers fucking you deep already. Juyeon’s lips swipe at your jaw, peppering kisses and tracing his tongue around your skin. You were convinced you were seeing stars. But you knew Juyeon wasn’t done just yet. Juyeon’s thumb begins to swipe circles around your clit. It was the same motion your head was spinning in from the bliss of his touch. 

Your walls tightened around his fingers, his thrusts grew rampant and primal. You threw your head back—your body was out of your control, now. It was all his. 

“Juyeon,” you said his name without realizing.  

“That’s it, baby. Cum all over me.”

And you did. With one last groan of his name, you came undone by his fingers. Your juices coated his palm, as well as a little pool in between the wrinkles of your innocent bedsheets. After gaining just the smallest bit of consciousness, you look up at Juyeon. A tent of fabric propped up right below his torso. 

 Just then, you had an idea. Gathering up all of your strength, you pushed Juyeon down into the bed. You climb over top of him, his clothed bulge rubbing against your raw pussy. You pressed a hand down his chest, dipping your head to whisper in his ear. “Can I ride you?”

Juyeon groans, gripping onto your hips. “Fuck, yes.”

You tug down at his waistband, and the two of you work together to pull down his pants. His length reveals itself, throbbing at a stiff peak. It caught you tongue tied. There was a reason his hands were so big. You couldn’t help but lick your lips as you unrolled the condom. The latex summoned a groan from him, his finger digging into your skin. You positioned your entrance at his tip, a stark inhale running through your chest as you finally sunk into his length. Yours and his moans intertwine, dancing in the night sky as you began your slow thrusts. 

Juyeon’s cock grazed against all of your walls, the friction was driving you insane. He filled you up, fucked you deep. He throbbed into your walls, exploring you deeper than you could ever imagine. You wanted, no, needed more, thrusting faster into his length. He was hitting all of your spots, he was perfect. Lewd noises circled around your bodies; your skin slapping into each other, the premature juices webbing in and out of your core, the repeated calling out of each other’s names. Juyeon’s grip on your hips grew tighter, his forearms tensing to bring you closer to him; to bring him deeper into you. Your thrusts grew dirty, readjusting yourself to get more power in each thrust using your feet. Juyeon brings a hand behind you, palming and massaging your ass. 

You could feel your walls clamping in again, tightening around his cock. Clearly he could feel it, too. It was obvious with the way his hips push forward, his head drilling into the pillow. Though it wasn’t long until you had your head thrown back—drowning in ecstasy. 

“Fuck, you’re tight, y/n.” Juyeon rasped in between grunts. Though you were too busy in your own world. You only mewl, thrusts becoming messy and unpampered. “Your pussy feels so good, it fits my cock just right.”

Juyeon sneaks a mischievous finger to rub your clit again. He drilled against your sweet spot, your mind trapped in a haze. A dream just with Lee Juyeon. With one last conjoined moan, the two of you crash into each other, cumming in unison. Your hot juices overflow, pooling between your two figures.

Exhausted, you plop beside him. He greets you with his signature eye smile—one infecting you personally as you smile back at him. He encases your frame in an embrace, his forehead wiggling into the crook of your neck. “You did so good, baby.”

You embrace him back, butterflies forming in the pit of your stomach. “You dummy.”

[fob4ever]

patrick stump & neal avron on tape notes podcast (12.15.23)

songwriting stuff, demos, lyric process, a bunch of things! they talk about the songs lftos, heaven iowa and smfsd.

long summary under the cut!

talked about how they sat outside “emo” because they leaned more towards hiphop/rnb, but also how they didn’t fit in the “pop” genre too and how they would be put on pop shows and “comparatively it was like slayer was playing” lmao “but we’re still a pop band!”

they experimented with reggae and 90s shoegaze and hardcore during the pandemic

they recorded most of stardust together in neal’s house :D at the beginning it was mostly just neal and patrick working together, at the end of the day everybody would come in to listen

patrick said he got “kinda obsessed” with streamlining pete’s lyrics in the chorus over the past few albums: “pete is very wordy. he has all these ideas that take up a lot of space.” and that their manager sat him down at lunch and said “don't do that. you guys used to ramble. why don't you ramble?” and lftos was the first song patrick put together after that convo

lftos writing process: patrick followed what he was feeling, and most of what he did in that song were things that years spent working in pop music had scared him off on doing.

the “every lover's got a little dagger in their hand” lyric tied it all together for patrick: “[i was] singing that line and EAGERLY emailing neal: listen to this!”

they play a little of the lftos demo (16:55). it's wild. VERY guitar-forward

“neal and i lost most of the demos for [folie a deux].” the burning of the library of alexandria. to me

talks about how the folie demos were infinitely stranger than the final versions, “psychedelic at times”

for stardust, they didn't really keep much of the demo stuff- patrick: “and my demos are pretty decent!”

lftos piano demo (21:35)

patrick: i want some drama. when i look back at our records, our best ones start off with a sense of melodrama

they play individual parts of the lftos instrumentation (31:25), andy's drums, pete's bass, joe's guitar. <3

bridges are patrick's favorite thing to write, because he just gets to play

patrick: "pete doesn't even send lyrics in lyric-form, he just sends words. and it's interesting when you see it- it's almost like one-liner after one-liner. and i'll just get an email of those, and then you kinda have to figure out what thematically goes together, what feels like the same song. but then i also try to keep lyrics together as much as possible, because i feel he's in a place where it does feel like one thought."

"when i read it, there's almost a passive thing where i just imagine what it sounds like to me. and [the lyrics for heaven, iowa] scared me a lot, because it felt kind of sparse, and i don't really like sparse- i don't really like singing by myself. [...] i don't like being so front and center, and i could tell that there was something really intimate about this song, and it was a big challenge for me."

everybody immediately went for the heaven, iowa demo- it's from the first stardust session and it took the longest to complete because patrick wasn't satisfied with just his voice over keys- "it was too naked."

patrick doesn't ask pete about lyrics because: "first off, he will not explain things. but second off, i think there is something to that. where i'll read his lyrics, and i'll interpret it one way, and years later i'll realize it's another way. there's so many double entendres that i've only gotten decades later, i'll be singing and go, 'OH it's a sex thing.'"

patrick really attaches to the story of a lyric, the craft of it, and then years later he'll be like "oh that was a HEAVY lyric. [and] pete must have felt that thing! i don't really question it when i'm writing- it's kindof unfair on him, like, should i check on him?"

heaven iowa instrumental demo/instruments isolated (53:30)

patrick would tell joe to "go nuts" on heaven, iowa!

neal talks about the ambient guitar pedal joe plays during heaven iowa and how it worked really well. patrick says this was the kind of thing that saved (the song).

patrick and andy double drummed at the same time in the studio for heaven iowa! <3

pete told joe to go "full slash" at the end of heaven iowa : )

patrick almost didn't send out the demo for the title track, smfsd! he was almost sure no one was going to like it, even though he liked it. but he sent it out, and it "kept surviving"

both patrick and neal brushed smfsd off because they assumed they "couldn't do that", but pete really pushed for it, which surprised patrick.

so much for stardust demo (1:25:07) patrick plays drums on it, sloppily. which he freely admits to lol. it is quite sloppy indeed

patrick: "i'm a drummer too, but andy and i are very different drummers. and it's very cool translating our things between each other, because he comes from metal (...) and i'm more a funk drummer."

lotsa joe layering in heaven iowa and smfsd : )

it was patrick's idea to do a lyrical callback in lftos/smfsd, and pete was hesitant about it. but patrick pushed for it, becasuse it made sense as "story beats"- "it's like 'empire strikes back'!"

patrick doesn't like to putz around the studio that much, he just wants to be recording something.

patrick: "my routine [during the writing of the album] was just to make it to the studio as on time as i can be- i have adhd, it's very difficult- but i'd be there within 10-15 minutes of when i was supposed to be there, and then we'd just work through it."

patrick's advice: FROM ELTON JOHN: when you find your producer that understands you, stick with them. patrick: "and that was on a record we didn't do with neal, and i remember thinking [makes unsure noises]..." also prioritize in the short-term, what's important. take a step back.

neal's advice: if music is your passion, do it, and do it all the time

patrick was afraid people wouldn't like him "rambling" in songs, even though it was honest and natural to him. he was terrified of doing it again, thinking people wouldn't like it. but people did! "don't subvert yourself too much."

the host asks for them to choose a stardust song to close out the podcast, and patrick chooses what a time to be alive :)

the end

[saythenametotheworld]

Hi, I'm Cal!

This blog is for NCT and SEVENTEEN and I'm a Swiftie so you might notice me using a lot of her songs as titles. Here's a list of my works and WIP! Thanks! ily mwah

Invisible String [Part 2] - Na Jaemin x Reader | Friends to Lovers | f

Na Jaemin was an old friend who never became anything else other than that—a friend. But after a series of life decisions that led you to move from your small town to the big city, you slowly find out that maybe, after all these years, Jaemin was never just a friend.

Maybe If - Mark Lee x Reader | Exes Baggage | M

An unprompted college reunion for a friend's wedding had you looking back on the most beautiful relationship you ever had with the most breathtaking boy you've ever known—Mark Lee.

I Can See You - Jung Jaehyun x Reader | Workplace Romance | M

After a wild, unforgettable hookup with Jung Jaehyun, you were convinced you'd never see him again. Apparently, you were wrong because why is he strutting into your office as your newest coworker?

Risk [Part 2]- Lee Jeno x Reader | Crush-at-First-Sight | F

Firmly convinced that Love-at-First-Sight is a hoax, you never expected to be proven wrong when the universe decided to throw you, quite literally, into Lee Jeno's lap.

Time of Our Life [Part 2] - NCT Dream OOs Line | Coming-of-Age

Five friends navigate love as new adults through relationships and soul-searching in this coming-of-age fic.

illicit affairs - Johnny Suh x Reader | A Secret Affair | M

What is it that makes people succumb to the temptation of infidelity? You had no idea either. All you knew was the enchanting charm and bewitching allure of Johnny Suh, and the inevitable heartache that follows all illicit affairs.

Take a Chance with Me - Kim Doyoung x Reader | Regency AU

Amidst London’s glittering social season, you—a debutante—find yourself entangled in an odd rivalry with a proud, haughty, and infuriatingly handsome bachelor, Kim Doyoung.

Message in a Bottle [Part 2]- Choi Seungcheol (Scoups) x Reader | Strangers to Lovers

Seungcheol likes his coffee dark and iced. You like yours creamy smooth and searing hot. Your differences bring you close together and it was all fun and games until you fell madly in love with Choi Seungcheol whose heart still belonged to someone else.

'tis the damn season - Kim Mingyu x Reader | Ex and Whys | M

Taking your boyfriend—with whom you recently broke up with—to your family home for the holidays and pretending you're still happily in love? Doesn't sound like the best idea but what could go wrong? Everything.

Closer, Faster [Part 2]- Vernon Chwe x Reader | Summer Love | M

For good reason, you have forbidden yourself to get emotionally attached to temporary people until Vernon comes walking in and wrecks you to your very core.

High Infidelity - Yoon Jeonghan x Reader | Infidelity | M

Marriage, clandestine desires, and betrayals on all sides. You never would have imagined that your marriage with Jeonghan would end disastrously. Torn between vows and longing for passion, you must confront the consequences of your infidelity and decide where your true happiness lies.

Timeless - Jeon Wonwoo x Reader | Shorts, 2.5k words

Heartbreak Hotel - Hiphop Unit x Reader | 4-part Series

Every day is dreadfully boring when working at a hotel in the middle of nowhere. That is until an enigmatic guest arrives, seeking not a room nor directions, but to hear stories about your past relationships.

[italeean]

HELLO THIS IS RANDO TO ELLE I REPEAT RANDO TO ELLE, OVER!! I HOPE YOU ARENT BEING DROWNED OUT WITH REQUESTS FOR THE MILESTONE EVENT (IF SO PLEASE DONT FEEL PRESSURED TO DO MINE, AND MAKE SURE TO TAKE LOADS OF BREAKS WHEN NEEDED!!) ALSO I APOLOGISE FOR THE ALL CAPS I DO THIS WHEN I’M EXCITED OR JUST ENTHUSIASTIC IN GENERAL!

SO FOR THE EVENT:

THE NAME’S RANDO, BUT YA KNOW THAT ALREADY,

I’M SUPER LOUD AND LOVE FUN EXCITING STUFF, THOUGH I CAN ALSO GET SCARED EASY- AND I LIKE PERFORMING ARTS (ESPECIALLY SINGING, HIPHOP DANCE, AND MUSICAL THEATRE) OR ARTS IN GENERAL AND PRANKS AND PARTIES AND IM BASICALLY A GREMLIN HDJDHSKS-

I AM ALSO A LEE BUT SHHH YOU DIDNT HEAR THAT FROM ME-

FOR THE FANDOM, EITHER GENSHIN OR BUNGO STRAY DOGS- I DON’T MIND WHICH!

AND ALSO I’D PREFER PLATONIC AND A DUDE CAUSE THE B IN BRO GOTTA STAND FOR BESTIES >:D

ANYWAYS THAT WAS PROBABLY A LOT BUT I HOPE YOU’RE DOING WELL AND HAVE HAD A GOOD WEEK SO FAR!!

ANYWAYS THIS WAS RANDO, OVER AND OUT-

RANDOOOO MY DEAR!!! IT'S BEEN SO NICE TO SEE YOUR REQUEST POPPING UP IN MY ASK BOX 🥹 About how many requests I have, I can officially say that I passed the 20 requests!! 😸 Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy the match I gave you... I chose BSD as a fandom hehe ❤️🍡 *some dango for my #1 Itto stan* P.S. You better have slept properly, or else.

🔮 For the match-up, your pair is... RANPO

🔮 Why did I choose him for you?

• SAME GREMLIN ENERGY, THAT'S THE FIRST REASON • I can see you getting the zoomies together after having an overdose of sugar... poor Kunikida would take a sick leave probably hehe~ • You two would probably fall together into Yosano or Dazai's tickly clutches... or maybe both of them at the same time • I can imagine you two (lovingly) bullying the life out of poor Poe... he'd get wrecked at least twice a week • Ranpo is always honest (even blunt and cheeky at times) so he would always give you a honest feedback about your singing, dancing or theatrical performances... you can always trust his judgment • I'm imagining you creating a song with a couple of lines about every member of the Agency hahahaha • Maybe someone would even get revenge on you two if you made his lines comical enough (ahem Kunikida *cough cough*) • The detective would probably have fun with giving you jumpscares... maybe even tickly jumpscares~ • PLAYFIGHTS WITH KENJI AND ATSUSHI. PERIOD. • You could have a "bro/bestie night" with a nice movie, maybe a comedic murder mystery, and a huge pile of sweets!!! • You could give yourself a silly bros nickname, like THE RANS, since your names both start with RAN • Ranpo probably wins both tickle fights against you, thanks to his observation skills and his great memory. He'd remember each and every one of your weaknesses...

🔮 Tickle scenario

The Agency was completely quiet for once. Dazai and Kunikida were on a mission together, just like Kenji and Tanizaki, Naomi was out shopping with Kyouka, Yosano was buying more bandages and a new chainsaw, the President was having a negotiation with Mori, Atsushi was out "fighting" Akutagawa and Ranpo was on a crime scene.

Which means that when you arrived at this building, you found no one to welcome you. You sighed, although you didn't get mad, you knew that your friends were out doing their job... so you decided to use that time to explore around the building.

You went around and checked everyone's desks, making your heart skip a beat when you almost knocked over a pen holder on Kunikida's perfectly tidy and organized desk, and in the end you found it. The treasure. Your eyes literally lighted up at the sight: you had found Ranpo's stack of sweets.

You genuinely wondered how Ranpo was able to eat all that sugar without getting sick, but a rumble in your stomach made you snap back to reality. You were hungry, but you couldn't eat those sweets... you knew how jealous the detective was of his food, so you decided not to touch anything.

...

After an hour, the pile of candy was complete gone, and you gulped when you heard the door open and the sound of approaching steps. It wasn't your lucky day. Before you could even think about hiding the evidence of your hideous crimes, Ranpo appeared before you.

"AAAAAHH I'm so disappointed! The case was so easy that I spotted the culprit from afar! I didn't even get to use my ability! Seriously, isn't there an intelligence test to become a policeman?" The detective was clearly grumpy, so he did the thing that usually cheered him up, which was eating sweets to his heart's content.

However, his frown deepened when he found his stack completely gone and the wraps all scattered around the floor. "Rando..." The detective looked at you with a piercing gaze, even putting on his glasses, "do you know where my candy went? "I... you... no... I mean... I didn't... well... I WAS HUNGRY!!!" You couldn't lie at all, especially to the greatest detective of all times.

"Now I'm hungry! What am I supposed to eat, huh?" If you hadn't been so nervous, you would've probably noticed the playfully ominous glint in your best friend's eyes. "Erm... I... I think Kunikida left s-some raw veggies in the fridge..?"

"EEEEEEEHHH VEGGIES??? BLEH! HOW DARE YOU?! YOU'RE GONNA GET IT!!" The green-eyed guy jumped on you, but you managed to put your hands on his shoulders and push him off... Or so you thought.

When you raised your arms, two fingers immediately wormed under your arms, thoroughly digging in the very center of your underarms. "KYAAAHAHEHEHEHE RAHAHAHANPO WAIHIHIHIT NOOOO!!!" You were immediately reduced to a laughing mess, but Ranpo showed no mercy.

On the contrary, he moved his hands and made you think he had decided to spare you and let it slide for once, but right after you breathed a sigh of relief, twenty wiggling fingers descended on your poor tummy.

"WAAAAHHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO RAHAHANPOHOHO NAHAHAT THIHIHIS!!!" You begged, wishing your thin cotton shirt could protect you better from the pokes, pinches, scribbles and spiders that were targeting your midriff.

"Yes, this! You deserve it for eating my secret stack of sweets! Hmph!!" He huffed while he started circling your belly button. "NONONOHOHOHOHO BROHOHO PLEAHAHASE LEHEHET'S TAHAHALK ABOHOHOUT THIHIHIS..!" As soon as you understood where his finger was going, you started pleading and squirming, making the tickly feeling even worse (or better).

"You should've thought about it before eating my snacks... now I'm gonna dig and get them back!" The brunette exclamation as his finger found your bellybutton and started wiggling extra quickly, as if it was digging in your poor belly.

"AAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAEHEHHEHE NAH- NAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOT THIHIHIS PLEHEHEAHASEEE" It surprised you how mean a cute guy like Ranpo could be, but there you were, squirming like a little worm, trying in vain to escape your tickly fate.

But alas, your yelling, squirming, pleading and begging fell on deaf ears. Only when your laughter went silent and you asked him to stop, Ranpo actually ceased his assault. "Are you okay?" The detective asked while handing you a glass of water "Sorry if I overdid it..."

"Don't worry, I'm fine, and well... it was deserved hehe" You gave him an embarrassed smile and scratched the back of your head, "Now... shall we go buy more candy and annoy Poe?"

"YAY! LET'S GOOO!!!"

[bilbobagginsomebabez]

i love kendrick lamar so much for how clearly he sees rap and how intentional his actions are when it comes to upholding and honoring it. the drake diss saga is so fascinating to me because that's exactly what he did AGAIN.

rap is the most intellectual and literary genre of music because in no other genre does the musician also assume the role of speaker, of orator. it's a speech that's also a poem that's also a song that's also often a history--a tool to raise consciousness, to give voice to and teach its information-starved people what harm was done and sometimes chart a path to undoing it. and you can dance to it! it's multipurposed and embedded in the daily life of the culture that created it, using the full complexity of music as technology for a communication highway. if rap was a car and i slapped it on the hood, it would be to express "there's so much going on under here, i don't think anybody understands all of it, but goddamn does she go so so so fucking fast." I genuinely believe that we should respect and interact with it as an oral history tradition. perhaps early in its development, but it's not just another type of music.

and lamar loves rap like rap loves lamar; rap is his perfect ecological niche and his presence strengthens the ecosystem in turn. in interviews, he talks about the wordplay, assembling bars and songs like puzzles, literally playing with the meanings and how the words influence each other. embedding different messages that require you to listen to it over and over to catch all the meanings, that require it to age with along you and accrue its true depth in your mind as you accrue experience and comprehension. i couldn't imagine a more involved and complex demonstration of pure literary skill or a mind more suited to take the challenge and treat it like his elementary school playground.

whole fuckin books could be written about Euphoria, Meet the Grahams, and Not like Us individually. like Not Like Us is the least complex of all of them and it's STILL this perfect distillation of the soul of hiphop. a club track on a classic west coast beat denouncing an injustice/exploitation and affirming the values of its people while describing and educating on a historical context of extraction. the others hit a different height of the genre or create a new one. euphoria is a classically great song that gets better in the aftermath of the battle when lines that didn't make sense are revealed to be direct statements about future events. the complexity of the wordplay and the strategy it describes epitomize the competitiveness and sport of the genre.

in meet the grahams, kendrick invented the epistolary diss in order to double a diss track as an evocation of Black generational trauma. he ripped drake's character to shreds by addressing every member of his family and explaining the ways in which uniquely Black trauma that drake ignores and preys on and extracts is destroying his own soul and his family. how his lack of respect and connection to his people translate to a lack of respect and connection to himself, to disconnection from his children that they will have to puzzle over and recover from in their own adulthood. demonstrating its cyclical nature, and how vicious that cycle is. enunciating through drake the step by step process of generational trauma caused by rejection and alienation, building a bed of empathy and comprehension for the listener while denouncing drake for the cowardice and betrayal of his response to it, for his selfishness and decision to hand the trauma down again. by addressing it first to adonis, showing both how necessary and culturally embedded it is to step in and provide mentorship when parents are dropping the ball.

a lot of the reactions were almost scared by it and immediately distanced themselves from it. someone on dead end hip hop said "he's talking directly to drake, he's not talking to us anymore." (around the same time as he had his head in his hands and said "i think this might help this dude.... later" which made me laugh so hard i cried.) but kendrick is so much smarter than that. it's not just for drake. it's a mirror to the pain and dissonance that made drake, the culture that allowed drake, and the living futures he and men like him destroy.

and i haven't even talked about the music. how embedded his music is in Black art, how he pulls forward greats from previous musical eras like George Clinton and embeds the literal soundscape of Black musical history. it's incredible. this isn't to say other genres of music are worse in any way. music doesn't need to be a song that's also 17 other things in a trench coat. rap just did something else that we haven't begun to really take stock of. and tbh i think it's fun to have somebody run circles around you when you can admire the sheer awe-inspiring skill of the loops.

[trolagygirl2022]

Lol, I think it's interesting when people say they prefer kpop rapping because I'd only expect a kpop fan to say that. What's there about kpop rapping to prefer? Most of these kpop rappers aren't real rappers and don't exactly have much talent when it come to rapping, there are only a few exceptions that are actually good and write/take part in their own music. Like honestly, plus most of these rappers are direspectful towards black culture and only use hiphop as an aesthetic for their music. How many times have these rappers been called out for the N word/braids/locs etc etc. I KNOW that a few rappers came to your mind, even the talented ones.

The western industry isn't the same as the eastern industry. Nowadays media training for these celebs and influencers seem to be a thing of the past, yet regardless of the scandals and shitty behavior of these celebs the backlash only lasts for while before social media moves onto something else. That's why a lot of the celebs don't stay "cancelled" for long.

The eastern industry is the opposite it seems, one bad move or mistake and your image is affected instantly. These Kpop idols are no different from any other celebs in the world with the shit that they do but due to how crucial a clean and pure image is to them, it only makes sense that they're always well mannered and polite when on camera and interacting with fans. Aren't their managers always around them to make sure that the idols don't ever step outta line? Can you even imagine a top idol doing the shit that these western celebs be doing publicly? Their image would be tarnished or their career would be over! Look at what happened to Irene because of her scandal. When was the last time she had a big CF deal?

I'm gonna be honest. I view most kpop rap as trash. Only a few rappers are genuinely good/talented but not enough to save the entire genre. Say what you want about western rap - violent, hypersexual, misogynistic (all that is true) its still better than kpop rap.

Lol. Sorry for the long ass paragraph.

HAPPY BHM💖

Happy BHM! To be honest, Kpop rappers can't compete with most western rappers. I think that rap culture is the thing that makes it very messy (ex. Nicki beefing with every female rapper in existence) and K-pop idols have a clean image to follow but yeah. I prefer the drama free environment with k-pop rappers (by rappers I'm talking about REAL rappers) but western ones take the cake haha

[tofueggnoodles]

Saiyuki Reload Blast Drama CD 1 – Track 4: Free Talk

Summary: The voice actors talk about sports – ones they’re currently doing and those they’d like to try. Only, some of their definitions of sports are pretty open to debate 😛.

Note: As @soto-translates pointed out, free talks aren't scripted, so the voice actors often interrupt each other, talk over one another, and mumble. Some lines are just beyond my listening capabilities and my, to borrow a nifty term from @ratty000, dollar-store Japanese. I’m pretty sure I did not get everything right, so any correction or suggestion will be much appreciated.

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Hoshi: We’ve just finished recording the first volume of Saiyuki Reload Blast Drama CD. Thank you for your hard work.

Hirata and the others: Thank you for your hard work.

Hoshi: Now that we’ve been able to wrap up the recording in this nostalgic mood, it’s now time for the cast talk. But first, this is Hoshi Souichirou, who plays Saiyuki’s Son Goku. Pappi! Thank you for listening to us.

Hirata (mumbling): What’s he getting hyped up about?

Hoshi: Next, over to you, Seki-san.

Seki: This is Seki Toshihiko, who plays Genjo Sanzo. Pappi!

Hoshi: All right, next, Hirata-san, please.

Hirata: What are you laughing about? Yes, yes, this is Hirata Hiroaki, who plays Gojyo. Pappi!

Hoshi: Pappi! Next, Ishida-san, please.

Ishida: Yes. Well, this is Ishida Akira, who plays Pappi.

Hoshi: The one who plays Pappi, is it? Or should it be Papkai? Papkai?

Ishida: Pappi. It’s Pappi. Next–

Hoshi: All right. Thank you, Ishida-san. Let’s get on to the Saiyuki specialty – the cast talk. It’s been quite a while since we’re gathered together like this, isn’t it?

Ishida: Seems so....

Hoshi: We just recorded the type of interesting CD Dramas that Hira-san likes, didn’t we? How did you find them, Hira-san?

Hirata: They sure were interesting.

Hoshi: Were they? You sounded tired though.

Hirata: Say, it’s been a long time since we’ve last convened at the conclusion of a recording.

Hoshi: Isn’t it? Feels like you’d like to do more of it, doesn’t it?

Hirata: Yeah, the way I feel about the Urasai sections.

Hoshi: You were an active member in those.

Hirata: But, I’d like to attempt more of those. You know, until the lines start ring in my ears. Lines like, “stop messing around” or “I’m tired”.... But, he was in serious trouble, wasn’t he? The pappi guy.

Hoshi: Trouble? Pappi?

Hirata: Not you.

Ishida: Eh? Ah, you mean the Pappi I played.

Hoshi: Ah, yes, the Pappi Ishida played. This time–

Hirata: He was in serious trouble.

Hoshi: Yes, he was. After the long speech he gave, it turned out into an awful ending for him.

Hirata: An awful one. You hate it, don’t you?

Ishida: Yes, I hate it.

Hoshi: You hate it?

Hirata: You must be seething.

Seki: But, this is Pappi-san’s fate.

Ishida: Indeed, it is.

Hoshi: Pappi’s drowning his sorrows....

Ishida: And he was the one who explained their situation in the first place. [In track 1: At the gym, Hakkai explained why the Ikkou, especially Sanzo and Gojyo, needed to use the gym but turned out to be the least fit of them all according to an age meter.] I think everyone’s who’s listened to the CD Drama could imagine his frustration. That’s Hakkai all right. I mean, Papkai.

Hoshi: All right. Moving on, since this talk is also supposed to revolved around a particular theme.

Hirata: There’s a theme?

Hoshi: Yes. We’re just done with the part about our thoughts on the recording. So, let’s move on to the theme. Which is related to the audio drama we’ve recorded [Track 1: At the gym]: sports you’ve recently done and sports you’d like to try – do you have any of those? Let’s take turns to talk about it. Seki-san, would you have something to say about this topic?

Seki: Me? Quite recently, I did some ‘life bowling.’ I pushed myself and perform some hiphop music. It’s not something one typically does at the age of fifty-five, I think.

Hirata: Would you perform a bit for the listeners? (made some hiphop sounds) That’s awesome, Sanzo-sama!

Seki: This is the limit.

Hirata: It’s really a big deal.

Hoshi: You should really show us.

Ishida: It’s your real nature coming out.

Seki: Well, let’s put that aside and talk about the sports I’d like to try. There’s this sport I want to try the most – have you guys seen this program called Honyaguchi Hiroishi on TV? The guy in it ran, jumped over a railroad crossing and walked on the wall.

Hirata: Ah, the Velcro Guy.

Seki: I want to do that sport.

Hirata: It looks fun.

Seki: When I looked it up, I found out it’s called “wall-crashing.”

Hirata: It even has a proper name.

Seki: I thought, that was not really sport, but it turned out that it’s indeed listed as a type of sport.

Hirata: Is there something like an international competition for it?

Seki: Yes, but there’s also a rental service available for it.

Hirata and Hoshi: Rental service?

Ishida: Isn’t that something that’s impossible outside of that TV program?

Seki: It seems possible to do it outside of the program, as evidenced by the existence of the rental service.

Hoshi: So it’s doable.

Seki: Yes. The cost for a day’s rent of the equipment is seventy-five thousand and six-hundred yen.

Hirata: I have a question!

Seki: Yes, please go ahead.

Hirata: For our wrap party, let’s–

Hoshi: It might be doable!

Seki: Sounds fun!

Ishida: What are you trying to do?

Hirata: Hey, you at the back–

Hoshi: It sounds fun though.

Seki: Hold on for a second, Hira-chan. It’s written here, though – the rental costs seventy-five thousand and six-hundred yen for a day for one person and covers one course.

Hirata (referring to the staff member he called out to): Ah, they got away.

Hoshi: Oh boy, that’s all for this amount of money? This is–

Seki: It’s a sport that’s gained popularity in a short time. There’s a note about an electric fan being included in the price as well.

Ishida: What is it for?

Seki: I have no idea, though.

Ishida: For cooling down after sweating?

Hoshi: Maybe they’re being generous?

Hirata: To spur you onward, maybe?

Seki: Maybe it’s like what Ishida-san said – you’ll run easier with the wind [from the fan] blowing on you.

Hirata: With lots of newspapers flying in your wake....

Seki: Ah, like what Hira-chan said, blasting against the frontier.

Hirata: It’s decided then. We’ll do it [wall-crashing] for the wrap party.

Ishida: What sort of a wrap party is that supposed to be?

(They talk over each other, mostly repeating the same thing.)

Hoshi: All right.

Ishida: Everyone’s fired up.

Hoshi: I’m really curious about this sport. At any rate, that’s the sport Seki-san wants to try. All right, moving on. Hirata-san, please.

Hirata: Me? What would you like me to do?

Hoshi: Tell us about a sport you’ve been doing recently or a sport you’re interested in trying.

Hirata: A sport I’ve been doing recently, right? I bet it’s something you guys aren’t up to.

Hoshi and Ishida: What is it?

Hirata: Tossing and turning in bed.

Hoshi: Eh?! Is that sport?

Hirata: I think it is!

Hoshi: Tossing and turning is sport?

Ishida: I think it’s the first time I’ve heard tossing and turning being described as a sport. I guess it could be considered a sport for someone leading a bedridden life. Are you all right?

Hirata (emits a few mock coughs): It’s tough, you know.

Ishida: Ah, is it?

Hoshi: Is tossing and turning tough?

Hirata: Yes, it is. The other morning, while I was tossing and turning, I got this cramp in my leg.

Hoshi: Ah, that’s happened to me too.

Hirata: The pain woke me up immediately.

Hoshi: I see.

Hirata: It started with just a little spasm but it went cramping on for a while after that. I opened my eyes and said to myself, “Oh shit, I did it this time.” ** I didn’t think I would get such a cramp.

Ishida: Did you make it to the toilet in time?

Hirata: I barely made it somehow.

Seki: They say tossing and turning really makes a big difference to the quality of sleep. If you’re not able to toss and turn properly, you won’t get get the best out of your sleep.

Hirata: Understood. I’ll aim for the black belt.

Ishida: In tossing and turning?

Seki: Who will award such a thing?

Hirata: I’ll aim for rank eight.

Seki: It’s an amazing “sleeping technique,” isn’t it? [A pun: newaza (寝技) is made of the kanji for sleep and technique, but the term itself means pinning technique in wrestling or martial arts.]

Hirata: Tossing and turning in your sleep, rank eight!

Hoshi: Does that mean the sport you’d like to try is also tossing and turning in your sleep?

Hirata: I guess it can still count as that, even though I’ve already tried it. And there’s also the sport Seki-san was talking about.

Hoshi: That one, right? Fine, understood.

Hirata: For the wrap party. Yes, when is it? When is the wrap party?

Hoshi: Hira-san is the most fired up about this, isn’t he?

Hirata: Let’s do it, let’s do it. I’ll be the one in red, wearing the red, uh–

Hoshi: What will you be wearing that’s red?

Ishida: You want to dash about in a red boiler suit.

Hirata: Yeah, I want to appear in that.

Hoshi: You’re really filled with motivation.

Hirata: The boiler suit comes with Velcro fasteners, doesn’t it?

Seki (chuckling): Does it?

Hoshi: That’s about it from Hira-san. Well, how about you, Ishida-san?

Ishida: You guys seem to be into one or other type of sports, don’t you? I don’t exercise at all, you know.

Hoshi: Indeed you don’t, as far as we know.

Ishida: Since I’ve not been doing any sort of sports regularly at all up to now, I’ve been thinking I should do them. For instance, I should try running. Or going to the gym, like the scenario in the CD Drama.

Hirata: Indeed.

Seki: Even if it’s not the balance ball.

Hirata: If the four of us were to measure our bodies’ actual ages in real life, perhaps Akira would turn out to be the–

Ishida: Ah, but I’d be fine with forty-six. Yes, please let me be the age my character is supposed to be. [Forty-six is Hakkai’s biological age according to the age meter in track 1: At the gym. In 2017, Ishida Akira (born November 2, 1967) would be fifty.]

Hirata: No, no, no.

Hoshi: In reality–

Hirata: We’re talking about real-life measurements.

(Ishida laughs.)

Seki: Ah, have you heard? The sound director Takakuwa got his biological age measured and it turned out to be really young.

Hoshi: I saw it.

Ishida and Hirata: What was it?

Hoshi: Believe it or not, it was twenty-eight years.

Seki: Amazing. [According to myanimelist.net, Takakuwa Hajime was also born in 1967.]

Hirata: Is it his body age? Or skin age?

Ishida: How much on earth did he pay to get such a young age?

Hoshi: It was his body age.

Seki: If that’s really the case, it’s amazing.

Hoshi: I did take a good look at the printout of his result.

Seki: But Akira-kun, you own a bicycle, don’t you? With a bicycle, you could try doing stuff like–

Ishida: Something like trick riding?

Hoshi: Seki-san, it’s dangerous to suggest things like that to him.

Seki: Is it? But, it should be fine in places like public parks.

Ishida: It’s probably not allowed to ride a bicycle in public parks.

Hoshi: It’s dangerous with children around.

Seki: It’s not allowed, is it?

Ishida: But, a long time ago, when I was appearing in a play, I got my hands on a balance ball on the off-chance that we might be using it on stage.

Seki: So you own a balance ball!

Ishida: Indeed, I should’ve used it since it’s in my possession, but it’s already covered in dust.

Hoshi: Ah!

Seki: Ha.

Ishida: The only thing I do with it is to keep it inflated, with the optimistic idea that I’d be using it one day.

Hoshi: I see. You’re just keeping it in place.

Seki: Talking about keeping it inflated, it’s important to maintain the symmetry.

Ishida: Well, isn’t it basically just a balloon?

Seki: Hira-chan, should we have him bring it to the wrap party?

Hirata: A balloon?

Hoshi: That too?

Hirata: You could come as a cross-dresser, run and jump up and down onto the balance ball–

Ishida: So you mean I should use the balance ball like a trampoline.

Hoshi: It could be fun.

Ishida: I guess one could really use it that way.

Hoshi: But normally, couldn’t you sit on it?

Ishida: Indeed I could.

Seki: I saw on TV that it’s possible to train your muscles just by sitting on a balance ball.

Hoshi: It is, isn’t it?

Ishida: It’d be great if one could. **

Seki: What color is it? Is it red?

Ishida: It’s silver.

Hirata: If it were green, I might feel like using it.

Ishida: Ah, what a pity I didn’t get the green one.

Hoshi: What a pity.

Seki: Let’s paint it green.

Hirata: We can use it for a watermelon splitting game then.

Ishida: I’m sure everyone will be okay with that at the wrap party.... having the ball smashed to pieces at their feet.

Hirata: What about the monkey?

Hoshi: It’s my turn, isn’t it? As for me, I’m not doing any sports at the moment. Well, Ishida-san, you know this, don’t you? I keep thinking about this: You don’t look like someone who runs regularly, yet you don’t get fat at all.

Ishida: About that – if I were to take of my clothes, it’d be a dreadful sight.

Hoshi: Come on! That’s not something you can hide [under your clothing].

Hirata: Me too!

Hoshi: Really? You can’t hide that [being fat].

Ishida: That’s because I’m deceiving you using an outfit-coordinating trick.

Hoshi: No, no, you’re not.

Ishida: It’s a trick set I bought via mail order.

Hoshi: You're just having me on. Alright, moving on–

Seki: Hold on, Hoshi-kun. The main topic is just beginning. We can spend the next ten minutes on it.

Hoshi: We don’t need a main topic. Wait, main topic? Well, for now, I’d like to try running.

Hirata: Are you running [regularly already]?

Hoshi: I want to try it.

Hirata: Then don’t. [He’s trolling poor Hoshi-san again....]

Seki: Hey, Hoshi-kun, which club did you belong to during high school?

Hoshi: High school? Quite a number of clubs, actually: court tennis, natural science, lounge tennis... that’s it.

Hirata: Why did you join the lounge tennis club when you were already in the court tennis club?

Hoshi: Well, I was in the lounge tennis club in middle school. When I went to high school, I got the impression that court tennis was more suited to high-schoolers. It was tough, though.

Hirata: Did you quit court tennis and return to lounge tennis?

Hoshi: Yes, I did.

Seki: Basically, the sport you’re into is tennis.

Hoshi: It was. All I do these days are juggling with tennis balls. I belong to the go-home club.

Hirata: Go-home club.

Hoshi: Yes, in the end, it’s go-home club for me.

Seki: But if you were to stand at a court now, would you still be able to deal the opponent a powerful smash?

Hoshi: I was probably never able to do that in the first place.

Seki: Why don’t you try doing it for the Saiyuki wrap party?

Hoshi (laughing): Why do you and Hirata-san ask for everything at the wrap party?

Hirata: You could jump onto the balance ball, then leap onto the wall and walk on it, before hitting the smash.

Seki: After that, we can let Hira-chan fulfill his wish [of wearing the boiler suit].

Hoshi: Wish?

Hirata: My wish is the last event of the wrap party? Saving the toughest item for last, are we?

Hoshi: I see. Well then, let’s go with that.

Ishida: Are you fine with that?

Hoshi: Well, one would really sweat it out if one were to perform that thing Seki-san was talking about.

Others: What?

Ishida: The sport in which you jump onto the wall and walk on it.

Seki: It’s called “wall-crashing.”

Hoshi: Wall-crashing? Yes, in the end, it turns out to be the sport to try.

Hirata: For whom?

Hoshi: All of us.

Hirata: Not really.

Hoshi: Yes. And we’ll be riding the balance ball while doing it.

Seki: And tossing and turning as well. Hoshi-kun, how about you? Will you be playing tennis at the same time?

Hoshi: Tennis, yes.

Hirata: Will you?

Hoshi: I won’t.

Hirata: Will you or will you not? Which is it?

Hoshi: I’ll stick to wall-crashing. I think I’d like to give it a try. Okay, everyone, that’s it. I guess at our age, we might as well take this opportunity to exercise, right?

Seki: What the heck! In the end, this is the take-home message you wanted to deliver!

Hoshi: Make sure you do your exercises, okay?

Ishida: Be a good boy and listen to him, everyone.

Hoshi: Let’s try to lower our body age as much as we can.

Hirata: Understood.

Seki: Okay.

Hoshi: All right! As for Saiyuki, the journey ahead won’t be continuing for long. I hope for your support in the next installment. Well, that’s it for the cast talk in the first volume. See you again in the second volume! Until then, goodbye!

Ishida and Seki: Goodbye!

Hirata: Bye-bye!

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Translation of the Drama CD track referred to during their conversation:

(Round brackets): actions and sound effects. [Square brackets]: translator’s notes and clarifications. Double asterisks **: Stuff I am really not sure of.

[angstyyyangel]

𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓼 ˗ˏˋ ୨♡୧ ˎˊ˗ 𝓲'𝓶 𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓪. 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮 𝓿𝓲𝓿𝓲 <3 𝓲'𝓶 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓮!! 𝓲 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓬 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝔂𝓹𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓸 𝓯𝓪𝓻, 𝓲 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓽 𝓲𝓽. 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓯𝓾𝓷.

i'm turning 18 this month.

i'm from alaska, ik pretty cool. i'm in oregon rn. i'm half european. my mom was fully european, and my dad was american obviously. at the end of the day, most americans have european roots, so even if ur european-american, ppl just see u as american 🙄 and tbh since i was born and raised in here and haven't visited europe, i don't really feel my roots that much, don't get me wrong i love my roots but i think i just got my dad's personality and mindset more, but i wanna visit europe so bad and get close to my roots!!

i like anything dark and weird. my aesthetic would be a mix of emo, coquette/morute and grunge/dark fairycore.

i listen to female artists like lana del rey, melanie martinez, ashnikko, clairo, marina, poppy, men i trust, girl in red, suki waterhouse, taylor swift, nicole dollanganger, lady gaga, avril lavigne, halsey, miley cyrus, billie eilish, honey gentry, banshee, kailee morgue, etc.

i listen to some male artists like mgk, corpse husband, role model, mac demarco, eyedress, mareux cavetown, yungblud, d4vd, lil peep, xxxtentacion, the weeknd.

i listen to a lot of bands/duos too, the neighborhood, chase atlantic, maneskin, my chemical romance, nirvana, deftones, linkin park, arctic monkeys, waterparks, paramore, evanescence, crystal castles, cults, etc are some of my favorites.

this is not all i listen to lol. i listen to almost everuthing soft/sad music, rap/hiphop, folkpop, 2000s music, weirdcore, latin music, etc. i love french and russian music too.

thrifting, baking, reading, journaling, sketching, watching horror movies, animated horror stories and true crime documentaries, listening to music, going out at night, etc r the things that bring me joy.

i also watch anime. another, mieruko chan, devils line, diabolik lovers, dance with devils, nana, death note, kemono jihen, phantom in the twilight, seraph of the end, rent a girlfriend, horimiya are by far some of the best animes i've watched. i've watched almost all the studio ghibli movies.

i love 2000s shows like tvd, gossip girl, gilmore girls, skins, pretty little liars, one tree hill, etc. and 2000's movies too (mean girls, clueless, not another teen movie, legally blonde, wild child, she's the man, what a girl wants, the crush, the girl next door, she's all that, the notebook.)

i'm a huge twilight stan. 🦇

my favorite movies are the virgin suicides, lolita, jennifer's body, gone girl, the love witch, girl interrupted, pearl, thirteen, black swan, ginger snaps, buffalo '66.

i like tv shows like the queens gambit, anne with an e, spinning out, dawson's creek, good witch, insatiable, shadowhunters, riverdale, chilling adventures of sabrina, i'm not okay with this, the society, deadly class, you, scream, the originals, fate: the winx saga, the end of the fucking world, the umbrella academy, the haunting, dahmer, clark, ratched, izombie, grand army, 13 reasons why, cobra kai, wednesday, elite, ragnarok, derry girls, baby, etc. i finished hemlock grove, teen wolf and the mist.

i have a list of almost all the movies i've watched but that's for another time.

i mostly watch supernatural/fantasy, horror/thriller, slasher/gruesome, psychological/mystery but i do watch romance/drama sometimes.

i don't watch comedy, only dark comedy/ deadpan.

i like sylvia plath.

i have a lot of celeb crushes but no 1. would be lily rose depp and bill skarsgård.

audrey hepburn is my role model.

i like watching yt too, i watch a lot of stuff. spooky stuff, comedy, vlogs, wieiad videos, a lot of food related stuff, edits. i like watching vogue beauty secrets. i listen to asmr, i'm sure u can imagine what kind 👁️👁️

sam and colby are my comfort youtubers. love jake's vlogs too.

some of my fave youtubers are kate brock, sadie crowell, sydney serena, sophia kleo, julia ayers, elle gibson, alia zaita, jazmin tyler, annika osterlund, blair walnuts, enya umanzor, eva meloche, joyish, fitgreenmind, isabela juliana, isabelle heikens, karissa love, alexandra andersson, romee strigd, kellymichalita, lani pliopa, lauren brodauf, leyla tavas, liezl jayne strydom, lydia campanelli, mina rome, olivia jade, oatmilkmakeup, rosie maio, etc.

i watch rebal d, duncanyounot, danny gonzalez, kurtis conner, chad chad, larray, ravon, alex meyers for laughs. benoftheweek and jordan cunningham is pretty good too.

what else can i say abt myself? here's some facts:

1. i'm obsessive, severely mentally deranged, delusional and unhinged.

2. i have 43 personalities.

3. basically a bimbo.

4. i love love love women.

5. i have a dark/dry humor.

6. silly, goofy, quirky and cursed is how i'd describe myself.

7. your local emo girl.

8. wanna be cool girl.

9. narcissist but also a self hater.

10. not a fact but you're gonna be in love with me.

11. i'm religious.

12. just a good girl that does bad things.

13. will destroy anything i come in contact with.

14. a hopeless romantic.

15. secretly a vampire 🤫🧛🏻‍♀️.

16. i don't play by the rules.

17. i don't bite unless you want me to.

18. unbothered and chic, that's how i like it.

19. can be a stubborn brat sometimes.

20. practically a grandma. (my friend said so 🤷🏻‍♀️)

21. i always need someone to tell me they're proud of me.

22. i love exploring and trying new things, making new friends so don't be shy.

23. i'm very open minded.

24. not secretive or mysterious, just misunderstood.

25. sometimes ppl can't tell if i'm being serious or sarcastic.

26. i suffer with depression and anxiety. i have a couple of mental disorders but bpd and ocd are the most serious and active ones. i have a bad temper. i'm indecisive and pretty impatient but working on that. i'm selfish and self-centered. easily bored.

27. some ppl say i give off serial killer vibes hmm.

28. my favorite color is black, guess i didn't even have to say it.

29. comfort food is banana bread. favorite is pasta.

30. i have a huge sweet tooth, i love sweets, baked goods, all of that. dark chocolate and snickers are two ways to my heart ❤️.

31. i'm lactose intolerant, but i just hate cows milk in general 🤢 i go for oat or almond milk but i like my coffee plain, black w nothing. i used to be a coffee addict, sometimes 6-7 cups a day but i stopped. i also drink tea, chamomile, green tea and earl grey is my top three. peppermint is pretty good too.

32. i don't like milk chocolate but some are good like kitkat, snickers, reese's peanut butter cups, toblerone, twix, etc. and never ask me if i like white chocolate 🤮

33. i work at a coffee shop, i used to work at a bookstore and i miss it. idk what my plans for the future is yet. i do wanna open an orphanage. (i'm an orphan and an only child) my uncle raised me, i lived w him for 16 years. he passed away last year. i live with my grandma now.

i could also open a bakery. my friend said i could open a restaurant maybe?

34. my happy places are cemeteries, the woods, abandoned houses/places 🤗

35. my biggest fear is darkness tbh. i also have aquaphobia. i almost drowned once.

36. i dream almost every night. i used to have nightmares.

37. i love shopping. fashion, runway shows, models. some of my fave are kaia gerber, vittoria ceretti, megan roche, suki waterhouse, lily rose depp (obviously), adriana lima, taylor hill, etc.

38. i think love is confusing. i don't do relationships that often. but i'll say i do like my men feisty, a little fucked in the head and dangerous. i have a thing for old men, british guys and psychopaths. i'll tell you more about my type of guy later 💋💋

39. i'm a masochist. if you didn't already read the description. but i'm also a bit asexual.

40. i enjoy gore stuff.

41. i don't drink soda.

42. i never wear bras.

god i said so much stuff. check out my pinterest if you wanna know more about me @vrtualvamp444

i'm also active on instagram, feel free to ask me for it 💋

i have other social medias. you can find me on facebook (yeah facebook, which i don't use anymore, i had a facebook era but oh well), snapchat and discord.

i'm also a little bit addicted to tiktok.

i have spotify, if you listen to any of my playlists, i'll love you forever <3

got wattpad, not a big fan.

i don't have twitter yet.

anyway, i'll also be a tumblr girly from now on so i'll talk a lot abt myself. answer more questions.

nobody asked, i'm just bored.

#newbie #girlblogger #girlblogging #newontumblr #coquette #dollette #dollcore #bimbo #bimbodoll #factsaboutme #gettoknowme #lanadelrey #lizzygrant #lilyrosedepp #sylviaplath

[bruleebaby]

If you’re still doing the character asks, can you do Ana? If not, that’s ok! Have a great day either way!

of course!!! ana's such a sweetie sweetheart (o^▽^o)

favorite thing about them

how she's shy and sweet and sensitive - she reminds me a bit of myself with that too - and yet along with kat she's really badass and can beat any monster!

least favorite thing about them

I can't find anything to dislike about ana honestly

favorite line

her and kat referring to themselves as "mean ninja cuties" in mega microgames, it's just so cute to me

brOTP

honestly even though they're already twin sisters I love her and kat as besties in way, sometimes acting like vitriolic best buds. I also just really like imagining them, lulu and the volt boys all in a big friend group together as well

OTP

so I think if ana were to get together with someone someday as a teenage girl or adult I honestly think her and 18-volt would be really cute together („• ᴗ •„) gentle hiphop-obsessed giant and short soft girl

nOTP

idk

random headcanon

when she grows up she plants a big pretty flower garden and spends a lot of her free time chilling in it

unpopular opinion

is preferring her and kat in the pre-game & wario art style (especially the first two games and smooth moves for me personally) an unpopular opinion? I want the blue eyes back too

song i associate with them

enka music that has more of a lighthearted and soft vibe to them

favorite pictures of them

probably these ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ

[aplateoflasagna]

My thoughts on Treasure - The Second Step: Chapter Two

(edit: I wrote this in 2022 and didn't post it for some reason :p I'm posting it now, cause it was fun to read my reactions to the songs. wrote VolKno was my least fav song from the album and it's just not true omg, I love VolKno 😭)

Finally getting around to typing out my thoughts eventhough the album has been out for like a month and promotions have basically ended lol

Hello: Perfect song 10/10! I swear I cried when i first saw the MV/ listened to the song because it's just so them! It's everything Treasure stands for: being young and having fun.

People are still calling Treasure 'a young group', eventhough they have been in the industry for 2 years and are no longer rookies. They are not even younger then other groups who debuted that same year, but they seem like it because they are allowed to act/look their age. Other groups mostly go for a serious and mature concept so having Treasure release 'Hello' feels like a breath of fresh air.

It's a song meant for festivals and concerts! The choreo is fun to watch and I can't wait to see them perform it for their Seoul concert + Japan concert tour + MAMA performance 💙

VolKno: It's a rock song with rap and about rap which is cool. the instrumental sounds like it could be from Linkin Park.

It's probably my least favorite song on the album but that's only because the other songs are just so good. the reason is that they went with a classic kpop song structure for a rapsong which is just weird to me. They did verse-prechorus-chorus-verse-prechorus-chorus-bridge-outro while most k-rapsongs i've listened to are verse-chorus-verse-chorus-verse-bridge-chorus

This would bave allowed Yoshi to have an entire verse to himself instead of getting the prechorus. He had to keep to the beats and couldn't rap in his flow. and that's too bad because out of HyunHaYo, I love Yoshi's flow the most.

I also want to apologize to Yoshi. Reading the translation of his verses, I was really dissipointed because they didn't seem that good/interesting? But then I saw ItsANDYandJAS's analysis video on youtube and I realise how wrong i've been lol

translated the lyrics of his first verse are:

"Bang Bang, appearing like a lightning

Handle every single dirty rats

Flip the stage proudly, i'm a star

Our company is hip and turn silent"

I took his lyrics at face value while obviously i shouldn't have smh.

I was thinking, why use rats in your lyrics?, and i'm not going to pretend to know Yoshi, but that doesn't sound like him at all. Now I realise it's a play on words with the next part of the verse. (flip the stage/flip the word ---> rats becomes star ughhhh i did not see that)

"Our company is hip and turn silent" is a play on words in Korean as well + he delibirately accentuates certain words so it basically becomes: "Our company = hiphop." It's what the whole song is about -> the influence their seniors had on the K-hiphop scene.

Really looking forward to the MV! the teaser images make it seem like it's western inspired. In the bridge there is that 'hands up' moment, it would be cool to see that in the MV.

CLAP!: What a song! Again so much fun + they added a singalong ending. This will be so much fun on stage. Asahi really outdid himself on this album. Yoshi's rapverse really stands out to me here. The next Darari. Now Yedam and Asahi should release that christmas song they teased last year lol. My favorite bside of the album. (edit: ah now I see why i never posted this 😭 I wrote this right before it was announced Mashidam left the group omg)

Thank You: Another masterpiece by Asahi. A rock song which I totally didn't expect Asahi to do. + now it's a whole song with only his voice . i've been waiting for this moment since his one line in Going Crazy lol. he's going to rock the stage. can you imagine Asahi and Haruto on stage together during their Japan concert tour?? singing this song in Japanese?? my heart srsly this will be amazing. I'm so fucking proud of him. it's the perfect fusion of Kpop and Jpop. I kind of need Asahi to release an album with songs he composed and are sung by the treasure members. as their editor puts it: Give me that guys hard drive. his voice is srsly insane. like the prechorus?? it's so fucking good

Hold it in: (edit: apparently I hadn't written a review for hold it in back then so I'll do it now ^^ It's my absolute favorite slow song from Treasure (it rivals Orange?!) and I hope they never remove it from their setlist! Before the album came out, I remember thinking 'It's the last song on the album and those are usually slow songs, but how it that possible when Hyunsuk wrote it???' The fact Hyunsuk wrote such diverse songs (this and VolKno) on 1 album is just so amazing and I hope the next album will have another song written by Hyunsuk!)

It's an OT10 comeback and while I miss Yedam and Mashiho alot, I also didn't feel sad listening to this album, watching the promotions etc. Treasure really gave it their all so we wouldn't feel Mashidamr's absence and I'm actually so proud of OT10. It's tough on fans but it's even worse for them and they didn't show it at all.

definitely their best album. very diverse, but still they songs fit well together. it's shows what treasure is capable of.

[hugsnkisses-xxx]

I've been listening more and more to Aoife's songs. Well, not her songs, but songs I know she loved. I mean, it's a bit of an invasion of privacy maybe, but I've got her phone. I've got access to her saved playlists. And I've been listening to them on repeat now because I need to feel close to her. I can almost imagine her sitting next to me, letting me hear one of the songs she's got on her headphones. I can almost hear the music echo through the house on those rare moments she thought I wasn't home. She liked angry music. Music of genres I've never liked. Hiphop and rap and nu metal and everything up to disgusting bands with names like infant annihilator. And then some. I hated it, and I wasn't shy about letting her know. Now I wish I'd stopped to listen to her more. Not because I like her music, but because I love her and I'd give anything to hear her voice shouting along to the lines of her favourite songs.

[sasaranurude]

Given the character intro videos posted on twitter, Break My Case seems to already have unique backing tracks for every character, which is awesome tbh. None of the character music seems to match the selection of tracks playable on their website either. This game just has a fuckton of music.

Do I dare to hope it's a rhythm game. A chill rhythm game with a more mature story tone, music that's just a little more ambient than the usual pop-rock-hiphop fare, and maybe more of a metaphorical take on why the music is happening in the first place would be a genuinely cool entry into the joseimuke genre. Doesn't that sound kind of cool? I'm trying not to hype myself up for something that probably isn't true (chances are it's just... another training game, which happens to have lots of music) BUT COME OOOOONNN

I'm like, picturing it from the perspective of a marketing executive rn. A lot of joseimuke rhythm games currently out there have a pretty literal reason for all the music, the characters are musicians or idols or rappers or whatever and the rhythm game part just straightforwardly represents concerts/live shows/rap battles. But that's obviously not the only way to do a rhythm game. I'd like to see something that takes a less literal approach, with the music representative of an emotional journey or something along those lines. It fits with that darker, more complex tone they're clearly going for, that would easily set the game apart from the existing joseimuke rhythm market and could draw in people who either aren't into idols etc in the first place, or are just kind of burnt out by them in the current saturated market. It's a niche that's not quite filled, currently, although it's arguable whether it's a big enough niche to try to market to.

And the setting of bremai seems to be set up for that, right? With this mysterious cafe that helps people with a variety of problems. Because like, there's no magic in bremai that we know, but the "mysterious space you happen upon when you most need it, with people to help you in exactly the way you need" is a trope that's tied up with magic and the surreal. A veil between cafe Aporia and the rest of reality, cloaked by music that makes it easy to step into another world.

Imagine the vibe of putting your headphones in, opening up the game, playing some chill music levels, all with the atmosphere of these characters helping people--helping you--through life, in their own ways. Without lyrics or concrete imagery, it's easy to fall into the rhythm game and into your own imagination. The music takes you on your own little emotional journey, supported by your blorbo. Put the game away with renewed zest for life. Could be genuinely therapeutic if pulled off right imo

BUT LIKE I SAID, I WON'T LET MYSELF GET TOO HYPE FOR A GAME THAT DOESN'T ACTUALLY EXIST, SO

[whatsonmedia]

Unmissable Music: Top Gigs & Festivals This Week!

Revel in the Resurgence: Summer 2023's Unforgettable Music Spectacular! From Glastonbury to Reading & Leeds, Download to Latitude, and BST Hyde Park, Stellar Lineups Set the Stage for Epic Festivals. And That's Not All! Brace for Massive Tours and Concerts featuring 50 Cent, Robert Mitchell, and More. Get Ready to Embrace the Music-Fueled Joy that Awaits! London Music Festival 2023 Festival Frenzy Returns: London's Musical Extravaganza! Glastonbury Reveals Epic Headliners, Setting the Stage for an Unforgettable Summer. Prepare for a Stacked Lineup of Musical Gems, Ready to Ignite the Dance Floors. Crack Open the Cans, Embrace the Glitter, and Unleash Your Moves. Get Set for an Unforgettable Journey through London's Vibrant Festival Scene. Summer 2023, Here We Come! Line-up: DEMURE, Estelle Mey, Estranger, and Splitworms Upcoming concerts When & where> GALA (May 26, 27 & 28) Location: Peckham Rye Park, Peckham. Wide Awake (May 27) Location: Brockwell Park, Brixton. Live at the Palace (May 27 & 28 & July 28, 29 & 30) Location: Fulham Palace, Putney Bridge. Cross The Tracks (May 28) For More> For More> https://www.songkick.com 50 Cent Cryptocurrency Extravaganza: Bitcoin Week 2023 at E11EVEN! Uniting Finance and Entertainment with Hip Hop Icon 50 Cent on May 19th. Immerse in a Sensory Delight of Cirque-style Dance, Mesmerizing Go-Go Dancers, Mind-Blowing LED Video Walls, Epic Sound System, VIP Tables, Opulent Bottle Service, and Exquisite Culinary Delights. Prepare for an Unparalleled Fusion of Finance and Entertainment! Upcoming concerts When & where> E11EVEN MIAMI 29 NE 11th St 33132, Miami, FL, US May 19, 2023, From: 08:00 PM To 10:00 AM Harbor 621 W. 4th St.10036Manhattan, NY, US Sunday 21 May 2023  Robert Mitchell Ninety One Living Room, London, UK Robert Mitchell & True Think: Musical Brilliance Unleashed! Jazz luminary Robert Mitchell collaborates with True Think for their groundbreaking double album 'Hold The Light/The New Resistance'. Blending genres and pushing boundaries, their unique sound fuses Electronic, Jazz, RnB, Spoken Word, Film, and Folk. Liselotte Östblom's vocals, Zayn Mohammed's guitar, Tom Mason's bass/keys, and Saleem Raman's percussion create captivating soundscapes of protest, love, and peace. Line-up: Robert Mitchell, JAZZ RE:FRESHED Upcoming concerts When & where> Ninety One Living Room 91 Brick Lane, E1 6QL London, UK For More> https://www.songkick.com Zachary Aghaizu: On The Fly Sonic Alchemy Unleashed: A Musical Odyssey of Spontaneous Creation! Witness the Birth of Soulful Sounds, Dynamic Rhythms, and Harmonious Journeys. Engage in Co-Creation as the Audience Influences Live Samples, Inspiring an Ever-Flowing Stream of Melodic Vibes. Embark on an Experimental Fusion of RnB, Neosoul, Lofi, HipHop, Electronic, Afro, Funk, Baile Funk, Rnb drill, Future Beats, and House. Prepare for an Unforgettable Musical Expedition Beyond Imagination! Upcoming concerts When & where> Friday May 19th, 2023 from 8:00 pm to 11:00 pm@ Social Convention in London For More> https://www.songkick.com Read the full article

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🪄 Magic in Art 🎨

a poem by Cristina de Guzman

there is magic sealed in each our hearts

when tragic is seen leashed in our hands

or happiness overflowing from our eyes

sadness knocking from our chest

anxiousness creeping from our rest

or fear lurking in disguise

when our own feelings screeches through our head

there is magic unleashed when not bottled then fed

for our tears bleed pages

and depression sings the loudest

brush strokes calms and relaxes

we dance through the beat of our reflexes

there is magic sealed in each of our pen

when it is drenched with blood, sweat and tears of the wielder

if emotions are extreme, words become wilder

phrases are in place, sentences are stronger

the rules of literature is meant to broken

by boundless feelings wanting to be written

there is magic sealed in each of our guitar

when it is held by the arms of a passionate singer

whose voice echoes through the chaos of our soul

or in the nothingness deep within

each chord resonates what's aching,

each notes are dandelions floating

songs are worth listening, if each strum beats with the heart's rhythm

there is magic sealed in each of our canvas

when it is clothed with the painter's imagination and creativity

tints, shades, hues and shadows

will not be harmonious if devotion is shallow

theories, techniques, elements and aesthetics

the universe is different in the eyes of an artist

there is magic sealed in each of our dance shoes

when its aglet is tied to our dreams like red strings

how different regions are united by motion and swings

whether it is waltz, hiphop, folk or tiktok

people around the globe becomes one dancing with their own tiptoes

there is magic sealed in each and every one of us

i call it magic because that's what we call things we can't grasp

timeless dreams, visions and immeasurable feelings

all seem too much because life is fleeting

humanity has ideas too big for this lifetime

but creativity is instilled in dream's life line

this magic drives us to translate our feelings into art

because life is short but art lives forever in our hearts