#i always saw bangers like this every day on my home page...

[kawaiialeisha]

I know I've already reblogged this back in June but THIS LITERALLY MAKES ME SO HAPPYPYYYHJGDJJGJKDKHDTLREYL

THIS ALWAYS FILLS ME WITH SO MUCH SEROTONIN EVERY TIME I SEE IT /GEN

YOUUU CAN DAAANCE-

edit: guys hypothetically what if i animated this

My First Post! Hello! This is an animation I made on my TikTok page! I know a ton of people enjoyed it so I’m bringing it here to tumblr so other can see too… I feel like they would all dance like this

HOPE U GUYS LIKE IT💗

[togrowoldinv]

Midnights Thoughts!!!

Okay y’all I’m dropping my first thoughts on midnights below. Let’s chat about the album!

Overall, I love it, I love it, I love it! Very lyric styles of folklore and evermore meets the sounds of Lover and Rep!

Lavender Haze:

-Okay this is the pop music standard

-the lyric “one night or a wife” so true

-we are back in bridge city

Maroon:

-sick New York reference

-bopping chorus

-“so scarlet it was maroon” very Wanda

-“carnations you thought were roses, that’s us” JESUS CHRIST

-scarlet lips seems a lil fruity

-easily a fave

Anti-Hero:

-this is for the archer girlies

-“I’m the problem, it’s me” ☹️

-“I wake up screaming from dreaming”

-it is definitely exhausting being the anti-hero

-it’s giving Natasha

Snow On The Beach:

-the beginning of this song is like when you aren’t sure if you really saw someone or you just wanted to see someone so your brain told you that you did

-“stars by the pocketful” is actually so cute

-lyrically brilliant

-where’s Lana though?

-the key change is good

You’re On Your Own, Kid:

-immediately chills

-this makes me nostalgic for high school

-reminds me of my friends and how I love them so much and how we have each other even as time changes

-“just to find my dreams aren’t rare” SHUT UP TAYLOR

-“pages turned with bridges burned” end of rep vibes

-very big sister energy

Midnight Rain:

-the beginning is wild

-lyrically I enjoy it

-very true of thinking of someone after a long time

-could make a good fic

Question…?:

-“a color I’ve searched for since” very illicit affairs like

-she says “her” a lot

-upbeat but sad

-“did you wish you put up more of a fight?”

-bridge city

Vigilante Shit:

-great vibes

-definitely the revenge she spoke of

-the girl from mad woman

-girl power anthem

-“don’t get sad, get even” tattoo this on my forehead

Bejeweled:

-“didn’t notice you walking over my peace of mind in the shoes I gave you” it’s giving my tears ricochet and the jewels she gave them

-obsessed with the way she says ✨shimmer✨

-this song scratches the itch in my brain

-one of my faves

Labyrinth:

-I cried a lot

-the breathing instructions, thank you Dr. Swift

-“I’ll be getting over you my whole life” PLEASE SEND HELP

-crying, shaking, throwing up

-Natasha Romanoff’s song

Karma:

-vibes

-lol spider boy reference

-“karma is my boyfriend” so true

-the voice layering is cute

Sweet Nothing:

-Joe!!!!!

-this is what love sounds like idc

-please someone love me like this

Mastermind:

-absolute banger

-get what you want bestie

-“I’m the wind in our free flowing sails”

-this song feels like the end of a movie when everyone comes home after a long day

Omg plus new tracks!

The Great War:

-okay the drums rock

-I like it and processing it is a lot with this chaotic surprise lol

-“I vow I will always be yours” cute!!!

Bigger Than The Whole Sky:

-“every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness” SAD but good fic material

-“I’ve got a lot to live without. I’m never gonna meet what could’ve been would’ve been” 😭

-I am a shell of a woman

Paris:

-funky fresh

-“draw a map on your bedroom ceiling” adorable!

-I love love

High Infidelity:

-great rhythm

-“the slowest way is never loving them enough” ouchie

-feels regretful yet unapologetic

Glitch:

-sounds like a rain stick lol

-interesting vibes

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve:

-intro has similar sound to Mary Jane’s Last Dance

-“the gods honest truth is that the pain was heaven”

-Taylor don’t be shy and release the rock and roll version please

-“I regret you all the time”

-“god rest my soul, I miss who I used to be” GOOD GRIEF

Dear Reader:

-younger me needed this

-her whole heart is in it

-advice for Nothing New stans

[carriagelamp]

April l was apparently the month for me to revisit some children’s authors who are steeped in controversy at the moment. So here’s my hot (well, lukewarm) takes on issues that absolutely do not need a single other person talking about them. Also some actual good books that I read this month!

Badger in the Basement

The Animal Ark books are a childhood classic — though I recently found out that apparently there’s a difference between American and British publications, and the American versions didn’t include a lot of actual COOL animals which is… bizarre. As a Canadian stuck in the middle of this, this nonsense drives me nuts. This one was about the main character, the daughter of pair of vets, trying to protect a local badger sett from men wanting to participate in badger digging and baiting. These books are always feel-good, and it was a nice single-day-read while I waited for a library book to come in.

Chi’s Sweet Home

The cutest manga series about the misadventures of a little kitten, Chi, who has been adopted by a loving family. I’ve never bothered to read them in order, but apparently this time I stumbled across the last in the series -- whoops! Still, stood on it’s own pretty easily, and it was a fun read! Things get tense when the family realize that they may have found Chi’s original home… and may have to give up Chi forever.

Earth Before Us: Dinosaur Empire!

This was an odd graphic novel, I feel like I’m not sure who the target audience was exactly. It was a nonfiction comic done in a Magic School Bus style, with the purpose of teaching current, up-to-date facts about the animals that lived in the Mesozoic Era. If you’re into dinosaurs, you’ll probably enjoy this! The art is absolutely adorable, I love the dinosaur illustrations, and I learnt some really neat facts. That being said, the pages are really dense, and there’s a lot of info crammed in… some of it will probably go way over a child’s head without specific additional teaching or a very strong personal interest. But that being said, a dinosaur obsessed kid is still probably going to really dig this… as would a dinosaur obsessed adult. It wasn’t my cup of tea exactly but I’m sure it is someone’s.

assorted Dr Seuss Books

I love these types of controversies because it means getting to listen to every moron who has never had an opinion on Dr Seuss ever start generating a mile of them out of the aether. So many people are so mad about the six books that are getting retired and I bet most of them haven’t even read them. These are not the friggin Cat In The Hat or The Lorax or even the likes of Yertle The Turtle. I was raised by a grade one teacher, was a voracious reader who loved Dr Seuss, and wrote my university thesis on children’s literature, and I still only knew two of the six books on that list. So by all means, if you want to write an essay explaining why those specific books are worth clinging to, feel free, but if you haven’t even heard of them maybe it’s not a big deal. *grumble*

Anyway, my grousing aside, it gave me the urge to reread a bunch of Seuss books, including the two retiring books I personally knew: McElligot’s Pool and To Think That I Saw It On Mulberry Street. I do still enjoy both, especially McElligot’s Pool which always sparked my imagination, but it’s obvious why they’re being retired and I personally think it’s the right choice. There’s so much good kidlit out there, we can survive without these.

Goodbye, My Rose Garden

A f/f romance manga, fairly standard fair though cute if you’re looking for some historical angst, pretty dresses, and mutual pining. A young Japanese woman moves to England in the hopes of meeting a writer (Mr Frank) who she has long admired. Along the way she is employed by an enigmatic woman with plenty of money, rumours, and melancholy following her. I’ll be honest, uncut romance isn’t really my genre, but I’ll probably still try to the second book to see if the story picks up.

From The Holocaust to Hogan’s Heroes: The Autobiography of Robert Clary

It’s no secret that I’ve been on a Hogan’s Heroes kick. This is the autobiography of Roberty Clary, who plays my favourite character in the show, Louis Lebeau. And holy shit what a life this man has had. He was a Jew growing up in France before the start of the war, and who was one of many children taken away from his family and sent off to the concentration camps in Germany. This was an amazing, intense, inspiring, and heartbreaking read… it has Clary’s voice all over it, and it tells everything from the charming childhood he had, to the horrors of the concentration camps, the brutality of survival, and then about his exciting journey into the entertainment industry afterwards. It’s an experience, would recommend if you’re a fan of the show.

The Ickabog

The second controversial author I read this month. Originally I was going to give Rowling’s new book a miss, given everything that’s been going on over the past few years, but in the end my curiosity got the better of me. Politics aside, it was a fun read! Not groundbreaking, but enjoyable enough and written in an interesting style. It didn’t read the same as a lot of modern kidlit, it felt more like a cross between a classic fairytale and a Dahl book. Perhaps a bit like Despereaux. It tells the tale of how an idyllic country gradually falls into ruin through the ignorance, inaction, and greed, and how a supposedly fictional monster hides the very real, human monsters at the heart of the country. It was cute and pleasant and I’m glad I decided to get it from the library, though for anyone who is choosing not to engage for political reasons: you aren’t missing anything major.

Franklin In The Dark

A Canadian classic. I don’t think there’s a single person my age who hasn’t read or been read a pile of these books, and the nostalgia is so comforting. I found this on Youtube and listened to someone read it to me, and honestly 10/10 would recommend for a calm evening.

The big reason I decided to seek this one out though, was because I finally got to the M*A*S*H episode that inspired this entire series! In the episode C*A*V*E, in which Hawkeye is freaking out over his claustrophia while the camp is forced to take shelter in a nearby cave during some intense shelling, he mentions that if he had been born a turtle he would have been afraid of his own shell, and that the other turtles would make fun of him cause he’d be forced to walk around in his underwear. And so this first story about a young turtle who’s afraid to sleep in his own shell and drags it around behind him. So if you were ever curious, Franklin the Turtle is in fact named after Dr Benjamin Franklin Pierce. (this is also why the French version is named Benjamin!)

Wolves of the Beyond: Lone Wolf

I loved the Guardians of Ga’Hoole books as a kid but I never read the Wolves of the Beyond series. This first book was an interesting read, Lasky does a great job creating worlds and societies for the animals that inhabit them. Lone Wolf is about a deformed wolf cub who was abandoned in the wilderness to die. And he would have, if a desperate mother bear, who had recently had her only cub killed, hadn’t stumbled across him and saved him, vowing to raise him as her own...

Petals

A “silent” graphic novel. It has beautiful artwork and is told entirely through pictures, no text at all. It’s loves and heart-wrenching, though it left me feeling somewhat unsatisfied… I felt like there should have been more. Still, a neat story.

The Southern Book Club‘s Guide To Slaying Vampires

What a banger of a novel!! I can’t recommend this one enough. It’s about a group of suburban mothers in the ‘80s who form a book club out of a shared need for community and a love of grisly true crime novels. But when a strange drifter appears in town and starts setting down roots… and when children begin disappearing… these women need to band together to confront the horrors that have invaded their neighbourhood, and face down not only a terrifying monster among them but the patriarchal system that allows it to flourish. To quote the preface:

“Because vampires are the original serial killers, stripped of everything that makes us human — they have no friends, no family, no roots, no children. All they have is hunger. They eat and eat but they’re never full. With this book, I wanted to pit a man freed from all responsibilities but his appetites against women whose lives are shaped by their endless responsibilities. I wanted to pit Dracula against my mom.    As you’ll see, it’s not a fair fight.“

The Weirn Books: Be Wary of the Silent Woods

I love Chmakova’s graphic novels, though I’ve only ever read her slice-of-life middle grade series before. This one is pure fantasy and very fun. It’s about two cousin “weirns” — witches with demon familiars — who attend the local night school. Things get strange though when an ominous figure appears outside the old, abandoned school house deep in the Silent Woods, and begins tempting children down its path…

I’m very much looking forward to word of a second book and was honestly kind of surprised that I haven’t heard more about this book given how popular her other series is. This has all the same charm and quirks but for those of us who prefer stories based in fantasy rather than reality.

And A Bonus...

For some masochistic reason I got a Garfield book out of the library. Jeez, if I didn’t love these as a kid, I found them absolutely laugh out loud hilarious, and now I just don’t see it anymore. But here I will share the one strip in the book that actually made me laugh

[everybodyscupoftea]

the art of making a move at a kegger

jj x reader

word count: 2877

warnings: drinking, cursing, and towards the end almost sexual content but not actually

synopsis: harboring feelings for jj + getting drunk doesn’t always equal the smoothest of times but it all works out in the end

requested by @maybebanks​ really hope you like it!

JJ wasn’t on your radar until he slept through three quizzes in a row during your 8:00 a.m. English freshman year. He sat across from you, and you thought he was pretty cute, even when he started showing up wearing Pike letters. Which coincidentally is when he started falling asleep during quizzes.

One morning, when the professor left the room and you were packing your backpack, you heard JJ clear his throat. You glanced up, unsure if it was for you or not, and caught him smiling at you sheepishly.

“Hey,” he mumbled, running a hand through his unruly hair, “I was wondering if you had the readings for Thursday, I lost the syllabus.”

You pulled out your planner, “Yeah, it’s Act 3 of Hamlet and a part from the textbook on dramatic irony, pages 176-179.”

He quickly jotted it down on the corner of his notebook and smiled tiredly at you, “Thanks so much, I can’t keep failing these fucking quizzes, my grade is cheeks right now.”

“Is everything okay?” you cautiously asked, you didn’t want to push but you were a little concerned about the cute boy.

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair again, “Hazing shit, they’re making the new pledges stay up. I haven’t slept a full night in two weeks.”

“That’s, uh,” you weren’t really sure what to say, “not okay?” You settled on.

With a shrug, he tugged his backpack up and pushed in his chair, “Yeah, well, I guess it comes with being a legacy.” And then he was gone.

After that first interaction, you and JJ chatted every so often. Sometimes you’d let him cheat off your quizzes because they were pointless anyway and sometimes, you’d ask your professor to repeat one of the questions so he could get a second chance to answer if he was running late.

The last day of the semester he brought you coffee, “I just wanted to thank you for everything this semester, and I was hoping I could get your number so we can keep in touch.”

The next semester you had two classes together, much to your shock. When the two of you started to hang out outside of class to study for statistics, you learned some stuff about him. He was from the Outer Banks and he had a rough childhood. He was also receiving the Pell Grant so school was totally paid for, his only expense was the frat.

You also learned that the two of you were the same major and had to take all of the same courses, so the two of you decided to try and register for some of the same classes. It didn’t always work out, you had priority scheduling as a note taker for at least one class every semester and sometimes when JJ went to schedule, your section was already full. But sometimes it did work out.

Either way, the two of you always studied together. You used to go back and forth between apartments, one week was yours and one was JJ’s, until he moved into the frat house and no work was meant to be done in those walls. That atmosphere was conducive to parties only, something else JJ loved.

One afternoon, fall of your sophomore year, JJ balled up a piece of paper and threw it at you. It bounced off your forehead landed in your open coffee cup, and you looked up and glared at him, “Was that necessary?”

He gave you an innocent look, “Do you have plans next weekend?”

“I mean, we have a test the next Monday so I’ll probably be studying.”

JJ took the last sip of his coffee, “I have a formal and I need a date, wanna go?”

“Not particularly,” you responded with a shrug.

“No strings attached,” JJ told you, “promise. My friend from home, Kie, normally comes with me, but she has her own shit to do, and me and you get along. If you don’t go, I’ll have to take a stranger and then I’ll be bored.”

You’d been to some of the parties his frat threw, you knew he wouldn’t really be bored all night, he just didn’t want to have to actually work to get a date. Not that he’d have to work hard, his good looks would pretty much guarantee him a date. But you were a little intrigued, so you agreed.

“Great,” he told you, clapping his hands, “let me know what color your dress is and I’ll get a matching tie.”

“Fancy,” you told him with a smile.

“Kie loves matching, she’ll be proud,” JJ responded, and it made you really curious about Kie and the rest of his friends, but you didn’t ask.

Eventually you would get to meet them. JJ invited you to go home with him for spring break and he showed you around the Outer Banks, took you surfing, and threw a party that almost rivaled the ones his frat normally threw. Meeting his friends was nice, but really getting to know JJ was nicer. That’s when you started to complicate the ‘no strings attached’ deal, you felt yourself catching feelings.

By the time senior year rolled around, you were the most tired you’ve ever been. School was hard, having a job while doing school was harder and your social life was suffering. You still hung out with JJ a lot, mostly to study or to unwind and just watch TV, but he was really the only person you spent time with on a regular basis other than your coworkers.

Late on a Saturday afternoon, you were already in your pajamas, studying for an anatomy test, when there was a knock at your apartment door. Startled, you wrapped the blanket you were sitting under tightly around your shoulders and cautiously walked to the door. Peering through the peephole, you saw JJ standing there, looking at something on his phone.

You threw the door open, “What are you doing here?”

He looked up and smiled, “I’m here to kidnap you.”

“What?” you asked blankly, not really in the mood.

JJ pushed his way past you and sat on a barstool before answering, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed how miserable you’ve been lately. When’s the last time you went out?”

And, God, when was the last time you’d done something fun? You sighed, “Fuck, I don’t know, like maybe a month ago when we went to that basketball game.”

With a hum, JJ stood up, “Get dressed, Pike’s throwing a kegger tonight.”

You didn’t even think twice before tossing the blanket onto the couch and going to your closet to find something to wear. JJ turned the TV on while you got fully dressed, minus makeup. Peeking your head out, you caught JJ’s attention, “Can I do my makeup at the house?”

He nodded, “Yeah. You almost ready because I’ve gotta pick up the keg soon?”

“Let’s go.”

JJ locked the door behind you and the two of you walked to his truck. The music blasted as soon as he cranked it up and he turned it down with a sheepish smile, “My bad, the song playing when I got here was a banger.”

Plugging your phone in, you put on the collaborative playlist you and JJ made together. He turned it back up a little and peeled out of the parking lot to the nearest liquor store where his frat normally got their kegs.

You bought cups at the convenience store next door while JJ loaded the keg into his truck, and a few pods because you were low and JJ was almost always out. JJ was leaning against the truck when you met him back in the shared parking lot, and he handed you a Twisted Tea, “For accompanying me on this adventure, madam.”

“Thank you, kind sir,” you responded, cracking it open and took a deep sip before climbing back into the truck to head to the frat house.

JJ left you to finish getting ready while he helped everyone set up for the party. You joined him eventually, having finished your first drink, and helped lock all bedroom doors and put all valuables away.

By the time people started arriving you were happily tipsy, hanging onto JJ while he talked to some of his friends, sipping beer slowly out of your assigned cup at the house. You were over there enough that you’d claimed one of your own and all the other guys that lived there respected it for the most part.

The party started to pick up and one of JJ’s frat brothers called you over to attempt a keg stand. You’d always wanted to try but never had, so you handed JJ your cup and kicked your feet up, trusting the two guys were ready to catch you. They did and someone put the spout into your mouth.

A crowd gathered around you and started counting loudly. You made it all the way to a minute before kicking to be let down. Slowly the two guys lowered your feet and your vision swam while beer bubbled in your throat. You almost choked but managed to swallow while everyone cheered around you. JJ wrapped an arm around your shoulder, “Not bad for a first time!”

He topped your cup off and guided you away. You cleared your throat, “Thought I was gonna puke for a second there.”

“You turned a little green when you first came down, how you feeling now though?”

“Feeling fantastic,” you told him earnestly, swaying in place.

JJ chuckled, grabbing your shoulders, “You got plans tomorrow?”

“Anatomy.”

“So that’s a no, I won’t cut you off then.”

“Don’t cut me off, please,” you told him seriously, trying to focus on his face.

He gave you a little two finger salute, “Aye aye madam.”

You lost track of how many drinks you had as the night went on. Sometime during the night, JJ disappeared and came back with something besides beer for you which was really nice and you thanked him with a kiss on the cheek. He just laughed and squeezed your shoulder before going off to talk to someone else.

When the party started winding down, you attempted to find the Uber app on your phone to call a ride home. JJ tapped your shoulder, startling you, and in your clumsy, intoxicated state, you dropped your phone. It slid out of your eyesight and you glared at him, “Pick it up, J.”

“What are you doing?” he asked, amused.

“Goin home, party’s over.”

“Why don’t you just stay here?”

“Can’t make it up the stairs,” you told him seriously.

JJ raised his eyebrows, “You live on the second floor of your apartment building, at least here you have me to help you up the stairs.”

He had you there. So, you nodded and he took you to the kitchen for a clean cup. JJ filled it with water and made you drink two before leading you to the stairs. You lifted your foot to put it on the first step and almost fell over. JJ reached out but you shushed him, as if his silence would help you focus more on not falling over.

On the second try, you managed to climb up one step and immediately shuffled close to the wall so you could lean your whole body against it for balance while attempting to climb. It was a really slow process, but you were too stubborn to ask for help, and JJ knew better than to try to help you when you were feeling stubborn.

JJ stayed one step below you to help in case you started to fall backwards. Eventually you made it all the way up and immediately forgot which door led to his room. Huffing a laugh, JJ grabbed your wrist and led you to the second one on the left.

You sat down on the bed and went pretty much boneless at the comfort of finally not being on your feet.

“Fucks sake, dude,” JJ muttered, pushing you up into a sitting position.

“No,” you whined, fighting to lay back down.

It wasn’t hard for JJ to keep you sitting up, “You’re going to be so pissed if you wake up in your clothes with makeup on, you need to change and get ready for bed.”

He was right again, but you didn’t have the comprehension level to remember how to do that so you shrugged in response. JJ sighed and helped you kick your shoes off before going to get you a change of clothes from his drawers. You somehow managed to get your shirt off and your shorts unbuttoned, but he had to help you get the new shirt on and change shorts.

The guy JJ shared a bathroom with’s girlfriend left makeup wipes and JJ helped you get all your makeup off. You kept making faces to be difficult because you liked the furrow between his eyebrows as he tried to focus on being gentle.

“I will intentionally poke you in the eyeball if you do not stop,” he warned.

Pouting, you poked his cheek, “Don’t bully me, I’m drunk.”

He threw the wipe away and looked at you exasperatedly, “Brush your teeth, your breath smells like a liquor store.”

Giggling, you grabbed your spare toothbrush from the drawer next to his and sloppily started brushing your teeth. JJ was standing behind you and leaning on you, trapping you between the counter and his body so you didn’t fall over or sway.

The bright bathroom lights plus the water were clearing your brain a little, but you were still gone and not really able to focus on anything for more than a few seconds at a time. You leaned back to feel his chest moving as he brushed his teeth and giggled at the feeling.

JJ sighed again and gently nudged you out of the way to spit and rinse in the sink and you followed suit, having forgotten to do so yourself. You followed him out of the bathroom and grabbed his hand as he led you back to his room.

From what you could remember, JJ slept on the left, so you climbed into the right side of his bed and stretched out comfortably. He crawled in behind you a few minutes later, and you turned around to look at him. He had a small smile on his face as he looked back at you and reached up to push a piece of hair that had fallen in your eyes out of the way.

Suddenly, you were overcome by the urge that you’d been fighting for over a year and you leaned forward to kiss him. He froze and you almost regretted it until he started kissing you back.

You stayed like that for what felt like hours but could’ve only been minutes until he rolled the two of you over so you were on your back and he was hovering over you. Your lips were only separated for a few seconds before he was kissing you again, more deeply than before.

Sighing into the kiss, you brought a hand up to his head and ran your fingers through his hair. He groaned lightly at the feeling and you felt a hand creeping up your thigh. Before it could get too far, you nudged his shoulders back to catch your breath. He kept stroking your thigh and you shifted, “Hey, can we wait maybe?”

“Wait for what?” JJ asked you, confused.

“To fuck,” you told him bluntly.

JJ huffed out a surprised laugh, “Oh, uh, yeah definitely.”

You grinned at him sheepishly, “Sorry, you’re my best friend and if we’re going to do this, I want to be sober and you know, really ready.”

“Right, yeah, I totally get it,” he reassured you, dropping back down next to you.

You sighed as he wrapped his arm around you again. Lifting your head, you let it rest on one of his biceps and drank in his facial features. He held onto one of your hands and played with your fingers, not looking at you directly.

“I’m sorry,” you told him, feeling a little uncertain.

JJ looked at you, furrow back between his eyebrows but a little different than before, “I’m the one who should be saying sorry.”

“What?” you asked, feeling the urge to press the wrinkle until it went away.

“For forcing myself onto you,” JJ mumbled.

Suddenly it felt like you couldn’t keep up with the conversation, “Wait what?”

He wouldn’t meet your eyes again, so you lifted his chin until the two of you were almost nose to nose. JJ shut his eyes, “You’re really drunk, I shouldn’t have ever returned the kiss because you might regret it in the morning.”

“No, I really do like you JJ, I just,” you paused, trying to find the right words, “I just want it to be special, I guess,” you trailed off, hoping it made sense.

JJ smiled gently and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, “We can talk about it tomorrow, yeah?”

With a giant yawn, you nodded and the last thing you remember is him running a hand through your hair and tangling your legs together.

[sunshinesukuna]

stuck with him

pairing: miya atsumu x reader

genre: flangst

wc: 1.7k

insp: PINK LEMONADE - THE WOMBATS (PLEASE LISTEN TO THISSS. IT INSPIRED THIS WHOLE SERIES AND IS A BANGER.)

a/n: three down, three more to go y’all’s. had fun writing this because analogies and fuckbois that don’t love me? i love. *cue toxic by britney spears*

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You wipe off eraser dust from your books when Atsumu gets a good look at your hand. Something has caught the sunlight, and it’s reflecting back into his eye. At first he goes to close the curtains, but then he realizes it’s coming from your fingers.

A silver band rests snugly on your middle finger. Atsumu knows who it must be from. He refuses to acknowledge it. Focusing his attention on the set of practice problems in front of him, he carries on with his work. But the way you look at the ring makes him look up from the math questions and into your eyes. He decided that he’s in need of a bit of torture.

“Hey, (Y/N), where’d ya get the ring?”

“Oh this?” You hold it up to the light, taking a moment to appreciate it. “Yuuji gave it to me. He said that as long as I have this, he’ll always be with me, and I’ll always be with him.”

Atsumu scoffed. What a load of BS. He was willing to bet that the ring you were wearing right now was probably the same ring that Terushima had given to the many girls before you.

“Oh yeah?” Atsumu asks.

“Yeah. He’s been really good to me, y’know? He takes me out on really creative dates, and he says the smoothest words, and he just,” you flop back in your seat, “he’s the best, Atsumu. Thank you so much for slapping him in the face that time.”

Atsumu chuckles, but there’s a pang in his heart that just can’t seem to be covered up. The fond smile you have on your face turns you a thousand times more beautiful. Every atom inside Atsumu’s body screams for him to keep that smile on your face.  It seems that both you and Atsumu are suffering from a case of lovesick right now. He lets out a strangled cough.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

Atsumu shakes his head. “Nothing.”

Both of you know that he’s lying. Normally, you would ask him about it and he would confess when he was ready. But both of you both knew that these weren’t normal circumstances. You keep your eyes down and focus on the polynomial problems in front of you. 

You sigh and open up another book. You’re just about to flip to another page when your phone rings beside you on the table. Your stomach did a little backflip upon seeing the contact name. It’s a facetime, so you quickly angle your face towards the source of light and make sure your hair is alright. There’s a pencil still stuck in your ears, which you remove hastily before pressing ‘Accept’. 

“Hi Yuuji!” you greeted. Your boyfriend’s face on the line was blurry on the other side, but that was enough. He seemed to be laying down on his bed at home. When he smiled at you, his tongue piercing caught the light from his room and blinked and glittered.

Atsumu resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the sickly sweet tone you were using, a far cry from your normal voice that you were talking with just a few minutes ago. 

“Hey, baby,” Terushima said. 

“What’s up?” you ask. 

“Nah, I’m just checking on you. What are you doing right now?”

“Just studying with ‘Tsumu here. Say hi, Atsumu!” Atsumu looked up from his book. The fuck was he supposed to say? He opts for a short nod to the camera. 

“Hey, man,” Terushima says. Atsumu keeps his silence and goes back to studying. “What are you studying?”

“Eh…” You flip through your books. “Math.”

“Don’t wanna come over to my house and study with me?” Oh hell no. Atsumu chokes back a gag at his behaviour. As a former, maybe current fuckboy himself, Atsumu attests to Terushima’s experience. You giggle dreamily and lean your head on the table.

“We all know how bad you are at math, sweetie,” you say. So now you and him were on pet name basis? Well damn. This Terushima guy might just be good at his job. Of playing you of course. 

“Hey, um, is it okay if we cancel our date on Saturday?” Terushima asks. Your eyes become wide and your lips droop with disappointment. If Atsumu was on the other side of that line right now, he wouldn’t have said such a thing to make you revert to that state. Even sitting in front of you right now, all he wants to do is to pinch the corners of your mouth back into that dazzling smile of yours. But that’s Terushima’s job, isn’t it?

“What? It’s the third time you’ve bailed out on me, Yuuji.” Third time? Atsumu was ready to throw hands by now. He resorted to gripping the edge of his pencil. It runs off of his papers out of his accord, creating squiggly lines that stray off of the neat blue lines.

“I know, I know. I’m really sorry, babe. Something came up.” Yeah, your ego, Atsumu almost spits out. 

“Okay then…” 

“I’ll make up to you, baby! I promise,” Terushima adds hurriedly. 

“Sure.” Atsumu glances up to your face. You raise an eyebrow in somewhat annoyance, and your face is scrunched up in resignation. Of course you’d be annoyed, it’s the third time he’s blown you off. 

“See you then, love you!” Terushima makes kissing noises from his line of the phone.

“Love you too.” You cut the call with a sigh and pick up your pencil once more. Silence befalls the two of you as you tey to get your feelings in order and finish the problems in front of you. You click your tongue.

“You really are a simp for him, eh?” Atsumu says. There’s a smug look on his face that you want to slap off. You opt for a shrug. 

“I guess I am.” You lean your head on your palms and look up. ”He’s just so cute, though.” There’s a giddy smile on your face, despite the disappointment you had just gone through a few minutes prior. You open your phone once again, heading to the gallery where you open the folder titled ‘yuuji <3’. With each picture you scroll through, the smile on your face gets larger and larger.

“Oi. D’ya wanna go the the amusement park with me?” Atsumu asks. It’s impulsive, and maybe you’ll forget about the sudden loss if you spend some time with him, anyways. He also hasn’t seen you outside from school or clubs until now.

You tilt your head to the side. “When?”

“Saturday?” 

“Don’t you have practice later that day?” Don’t say no, don’t say no, don’t say no.

“We can go after practice,” Atsumu suggests. 

“Sorry, Atsumu.” You almost seem to recoil back in your seat. Your body balls up by itself, the relaxed pose you had now contracting into a more defensive stance. “I just… don’t feel good going with you now that i have a boyfriend, especially when it was supposed to be a date day.” 

"I wouldn't want Yuuji to think that anything was going on." 

There’s the sucker punch. So now you can’t even spare just several hours of your day because you’re afraid that your boyfriend won’t let you spend time with your friend? Your childhood friend at that, one that you’ve known for more than three-fourths of your life? Atsumu’s eyes twitched, the same way he would when he saw a spiker slip up.

You sucked in a gust of air. “I’m going to go home, now ‘Tsumu.” The zip of a pencil case and the flapping of pages shook Atsumu out of his thoughts. You were fully ready to go, your bag slung over your shoulder. “See you tomorrow.”

He walks you out to the front of the door. Had the previous events not transpired, maybe there would be small banter between you two. Probably about the latest TV show, or a cute idol you liked that Atsumu thought looked like his belly button in the shower. There is none of that now. 

In silence, you give him a quick smile — the smile you give to strangers and the nice tamagoyaki man. Has Atsumu sunk to their level in your eyes? To be replaced by your new knight in shining armour?

Too deep in his thoughts, he doesn’t hear the lock of the door in front of him. And when he finally comes to his senses, you’re not there anymore. 

There’s a knot of fire in his chest. Is it the burning inferno of hate and jealousy? Or the dying embers of the love and respect he has for you? The fire rages in his mind, incinerating all common sense and leaving behind the ashes of envy. He could possibly will the fire to put itself out by himself, but he know that the person that’s going to quell the burning anger in him is you.

And now, you’re gone. 

A poor chair is knocked to the ground with a fierce grunt from the setter. Atsumu's toe throbs in pain, but at least it gives him one more thing to think about other than you. He’s about to lay waste to the magazines on the coffee table in front of him, but he collapses down on the sofa and counts to ten, like Kita taught him to. It doesn’t work. 

Atsumu counts to ten again, no use. He settles for a glass of water. It’s what you would do whenever a certain opponent was getting on their nerves during a game. Oh, you. Perfect old you. 

The walk back to his room is filled with Atsumu stomping through the halls. He flings the door open so hard that the bang on the wall is enough to startle some birds outside. Thank goodness he’s home alone. Atsumu flops down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The room is a little bigger now that you’re gone. 

Before he can do anything rash, he puts a pillow over his face, and smashes. Hard. Atsumu roars a guttural sound into the pillow, the inferno from before being let loose into the soft cotton. There’s a dragon poster beside his closet. Maybe he was really turning into one, with all the fire in his head and heart. 

It would be kind of cool if he was a dragon, he said to you once during second grade. Then he could burn all those kids on the playground that said Atsumu was dumb for still liking Power Rangers. Atsumu chuckled lowly at his past statement.

At least dragons didn’t have to worry about pointless feelings. 

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[gaylortruther]

(many) tag games

saw someone else do this so i figured i’d go through all my tag games in one looong post instead of spamming you all with a bunch of separate posts!

i’m gonna tag everyone now and yall can choose which tag games you want to do or whether you want to do them all (or whether you want to do any)!!

thanks to everyone who tagged me in all of these! i LOVE being tagged in tag games and i am always up for more! <3

tagging THE SANCTION (including ppl that i haven’t gotten up on the page yet im sorry abfjffsdhsjbjsdf it will happen SOON):  @newdivinities @wolvesofarcadia @maskedlady @victoiirres @sancta-silje @bumblebeesonpaper @wasting-ink-not-youth @horrorspell @ya-lady-tauriel @awritinglen @purpleshadows1989 @ivonoris @theforgottencoolkid @the-ichor-of-ruination @grotesqu-e @lucacangettathisass @tea-ndi @hazeywrites @lunar895 @thewordsinthesky-andstars

[LAST LINE TAG]

TAGGED BY  @melwrotethat AND @hazeywrites

thank you both for the tags! these are the last few lines of the prologue-excerpt-thing i wrote for the page i’m working on for WHERE THE CELLAR MEETS THE SKY

Somehow, Collin hears them. Silently, she rolls up her sleeve, and Rowan feels the Collin Sutherland they knew is somewhere far, far away. The tattoos are black, geometric in design, two on each arm, and eerily similar to the ones Rowan has just discovered on their own left arm. They're sure if they were to roll up their right sleeve, they would find more.

"I should have told you a long time ago," Collin whispers. "I didn't know you were a part of it, but I should have guessed. I didn't want to put you in danger."

"I'm not- I don't- in danger of what?"

The waves crash onto the shore, and in the distance, a seagull cries, sending Collin into action. She grabs Rowan's hand and starts pulling, dragging them back behind the house.

"Come on. We don't have a lot of time, we have to get going. I can tell you everything on the way. I don't know why he brought me here instead of straight to the veil, damn it-,"

"Wait!," they say, wrenching their hand out of her grasp. "Just- stop! Where are we going?!"

Collin's eyes flash bright, despite the lack of sunlight. "Home."

yeah, a bit long, a bit unedited, but *shrugs*

[SPELL OUT UR URL USING SONG TITLES]

TAGGED BY @tea-ndi

thank you sage!!! <3

hard feelings/loveless | lorde

another one of those days | cavetown

let’s fall in love for the night | FINNEAS

ocean eyes | billie eilish

honey and milk | flower face

i know | king princess ft fiona apple

dreamz | sara king

iloveyou | BETWEEN FRIENDS

nobody’s home | gnash

greek god | conan gray

sycamore girl | rex orange county 

and there you have a small sample of my music taste! add in literally every taylor swift song (dont judge me), some lo-fi tunes without ANY words whatsoever, and the occasional fall out boy or panic at the disco goddamn absolute banger, and you have my XANDERS JAMS playlist on spotify. ENJOY

[11/11/11 TAG]

TAGGED BY @awritinglen <333333333333333333333333

thank you for tagging me len!!! your questions were so fun!! i’m doing this for WHERE THE CELLAR MEETS THE SKY

Name all OCs in your WIP

OMFG okay,,, wait do you mean full names?? POV characters as of rn are Collin Aisling Sutherland, Rowan Tilley (doesn’t have a middle name) and Avery Bristol Charter. then the next most important one is Isaac Michael Rosewell, even though he’s the antagonist. then the side characters that are still very featured are Noah Rosalyn Pratten, Reese Iseul Radley, and Sage Emarosa Delgado. THEN we get into the very very side characters, Willa Robinson and her son August Robinson. then we have Avery’s parents, Alaric and the late Octavia Charter. and thennnnn we have Beldane Moreno, Avery’s uncle and Collin’s grandfather (undecided abt that last name but going w it for now). i promise it all makes sense. i promise anfnfsjnfdjsfd

Name at least one hobby your Main character love

i’ll give this one to Collin, she is a musician! Avery’s mother always taught her music before The Accident (dun dun dunnn) and after Collin was abandoned in the Nigh she threw herself into music. she plays guitar mostly, but she secretly loves piano the best out of every instrument she knows

3 sentences about your current WIP

OOF. im so bad at summaries why would you do this to meee abfhshjbsbshfjsbf. “A determined believer wants to return to a home that never wanted her. Almost 4000 miles away, an incisive, intellectual outcast of a dreamer muses over getting out of their hometown. And infinities away from them both, a teenage revolutionary disappears into thin air, on his way to bring back his past and fix his (and everyone’s) future.”

Is there a romance in your WIP and did you plan it from the beginning?

yes! there are three! they are definitely a main focus of the plot, but not THE main focus. Reese and Rowan were definitely planned from the beginning. Collin and Noah were, too, but they weren’t originally enemies to lovers, and they are now (hehehehehe). and Isaac and Avery were DEFINITELY not planned from the beginning. in fact, Avery was originally paired up with Sage, but it’s literally so much better this way and i’m so glad it’s been changed. Isaac and Avery has been planned since about when Isaac’s character was thought up, one year into planning WTCMTS.

What genre(s) is it?

a mix of dystopia and urban fantasy. and it’s YA, borderline NA because some of the characters are 19-20, but i still think YA is appropriate because of the style of writing.

What’s the aesthetic of two of your characters?

fun question! Collin’s aesthetic is very emo-punk, with a splash of yellow towards the end of the series. piercings, blue hair, rips on clothing, dirty converse, smudged eyeliner, safety pins. the yellow comes in as part of her character arc, as she learns to accept that her childhood memories are tainted and not actually perfect utopia. Rowan is way more minimalist (sometimes). they’re into the bookstagram type aesthetic, and mom jeans with sneakers, jean jackets, plants against a white wall, colorblocked windbreakers, rain against a car window.

When did you start your current WIP?

WTCMTS was started in august of 2017 

How far along are you in the process (i.e 1st/2nd/3rd draft, worldbuilding)

still worldbuilding, unfortunately, for personal reasons

Who’s the hardest character for you to write?

OOOOOOF. sage or rowan?

What music genre best decribes your main character(s) and whats their favorite?

Collin - alternative (favorite band would be like twenty one pilots, p!atd) 

Rowan - ichillwave (clario, rex orange county)

Avery - emo (fall out boy, all time low)

Isaac - indie alternative OR instrumental lofi (jaymes young, birdy)

Noah - electropop (lorde, halsey, charlie xcx)

Reese - folk rock (the head and the heart, of monsters and men)

Sage - indie pop (lana del ray, florence + the machine)

Are you working on more than one WIP?

yes! i have four currently but only two are important lol, ILLUNIUS and WHERE THE CELLAR MEETS THE SKY (this one). WIP PAGE

MY QUESTIONS

how did you come up with the title for your WIP?

is there anything you want to change about your WIP but you are hesitating on?

do you have a favorite character? a character that is your baby?

write a tinder bio for one of your characters.

how do you feel about epilogues? does your wip include an epilogue?

what changes does your MC go through over the course of the story?

what is the most significant insignificant thing that happens in your story? don’t explain why it is significant if it spoils things ;)

do you know what will happen after the ending of your wip, or would you rather not picture it?

how long does your wip span? is it a novel? a series? does it have prequels or spin-off wips?

what is a major internal conflict for your MC? 

do you include flashbacks in your wip? do you like writing flashbacks?

[HOW TO KNOW YOU’RE IN A ______ NOVEL TAG]

TAGGED BY @writevevo​ AND @wolvesofarcadia​

thank you both for this tag! it’s so much fun and both of your novels sound like novels that would be very interesting to be stuck in :D

inspired by this post

HOW TO KNOW YOU’RE IN A HALOHIDINGS NOVEL

you’re an older sibling and you have a younger sibling. you’re extremely bitter towards your younger sibling for stealing opportunities from you, damning you to a life you never truly wanted. your younger sibling adores you and just wants to please you. they never meant to do it. 

you’re stuck in constant, wistful wanderlust, never feeling like you truly belong, never fitting in anywhere, not with friends, not with family, and when you finally find the place you’ve been looking for, you realize it’s nothing like you dreamed or remembered.

you’re not heterosexual. no one around you is. no one is cisgender either. where are they? no one knows. 

you have a peculiar capability dancing under your skin. it trickles from your pores and muddles with your mind. maybe you asked for it, maybe it was predestined, maybe you never wanted anything to do with it. whatever the reason, it’s there, and you don’t know what’s you and what’s it. maybe you’re not meant to ask. maybe you’re meant to succumb. 

your memories are as fickle as the rain, coming and going and breaking through the clouds, shattering the fog and disappearing with the sun. you can’t recall what you’re doing here, or where you’re meant to be instead. what’s your name?, they ask. you don’t know.

there are two worlds. one world is blissfully unaware of this, or at least, as unaware as any world of millions and millions of people can be. no secret can be kept forever, they tell you. you are desperately trying to keep the secret.

the one closest to you, despite your abhorrent denial of this fact, the one you would trust with your life, will betray you. because of their decision, their selfishness, you will either lose them, or lose yourself.

THOSE WERE SO FUN OMG. they all mostly apply to both of my major wips, which is probably bad. oh well LMAO

SORRY THAT WAS SOOOOOOOO LONG hope at least someone does one of these tag games lol <3 

xander out

[betterlovers]

Your turn, drop and give me 1-99

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?Well they’d have to be probably…Between The Mountain And The Sea by Senses FailI Am Hated by SlipknotToo Dumb To Die by Green DayDecayin’ With The Boys by Every Time I DieYou’re Crazy by Guns N’ RosesAnd…Idk maybe Bonecrusher also by Senses Fail2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?Assuming I can only choose one single person and they have to be alive… Corey Taylor. Sorry but… Corey, ya know?3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.Page 23 doesn’t have a line 17 but page 22, line 17 is “ ”. Cause there’s also no book4: What do you think about most?How much longer I can lay in bed without being late for work probably5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?“Please don’t speed up” I’m assuming she meant speed, not actually speed up cause you kinda hafta when driving6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?With, but if I had my way it’d be without a with a certain someone as well ;)7: What’s your strangest talent?My ability to not crash my car no matter what stupid shit I’m doing whole driving8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)Girls are chill; Boys ain’t got no chill9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?Yeah but it was very super vague and indirect (not) back when I was starting a band with my ex girlfriend10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?Fam you caught right in the middle of playing air guitar11: Do you have any strange phobias?Nah. A fear of spiders but that ain’t weird. They’re fucking scary.12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?If someone ever says they never stuck straws up their nose and pretended to be a walrus they’re lying. So yes. Definitely.13: What’s your religion?None. Basically agnostic. Like if you got real hard evidence I’ll believe it but as far I know there ain’t nothing but here and now so I gotta live my life the best I can and not concern myself with pseudo-moral dilemmas created by a system designed to control the masses14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?Walking in the woods being edgy, running on fallen trees, stuff related to the woods15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?In front. Cause that means I ain’t gotta worry about making me look the good, the photographer does16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?Fucking Slipknot. Followed by Senses Fail, Green Day, and Every Time I Die17: What was the last lie you told?…that I wouldn’t speed18: Do you believe in karma?I believe that if it does exist it sucks at being consistent.19: What does your URL mean?Got a death wish. Ain’t, well wasn’t, too keen on living but wasn’t super actively going for dying either. Just wished I was dead and wasn’t avoiding dangerous shit. Ya dig?20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?My inability to trust people. For both.21: Who is your celebrity crush?Corey MotherFucking Taylor22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?Nah. But I’m down for it23: How do you vent your anger?Blasting my music as loud as it doesn’t hurt and then some24: Do you have a collection of anything?Yeah CDs and Vinyl records. Currently working on expanding them25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?Ooh… um. Idk. Neither tbh. I guess phone if I had to pick26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?I’m moderately happy with the way my face has become. That’s about it27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?Generic metalcore. Sound I love: actual quality screams in music28: What’s your biggest “what if”?What if I never make it in life?29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?Mmm idk and yes. There’s no way to not believe in aliens30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.The wall. And the windows with the left31: Smell the air. What do you smell?I smell.. nothing. My nose doesn’t really work like ever.32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?Fucking Canada...kidding. idk no where’s been THAT bad. Maybe my old job33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?…is that even a question? Look at my description for the blog. Says it all34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?…umm… only one I can think of right now is Lena Scissorhands35: To you, what is the meaning of life?For one to protect themselves and theirs36: Define Art.It’s very… artistic37: Do you believe in luck?I mean yeah. I consider myself very lucky. I get away with a lotta bullshit38: What’s the weather like right now?A bit chilly. But clear skies all around39: What time is it?11:15 PM as of answering this question40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?Yeah I love driving. And… sorta? Let me clarify that it was when I was backing out of the neighborhood parking lot at like 6 AM and I had my music blasting and didn’t hear my neighbor honking the horn at me and I kept backing out and hit them at like… .002 mph41: What was the last book you read?You’re Making Me Hate You by.. Corey Taylor…42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?Call weird or crazy or whatever but yeah. I love it43: Do you have any nicknames?Nah not really no44: What was the last film you saw?I think it was Rogue One. Badass move btw45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?Well once I tripped and fell on my face and chipped my tooth and to this day I have a spiky tooth in the front. I say it’s the worst cause the consequence is still very visible 46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?No. But now I’m gonna47: Do you have any obsessions right now?Me? Nooo never48: What’s your sexual orientation?I have no fucking idea49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?That I was a drug addict or a drug dealer. the latter didn’t stick, seeing as I was not popular in high school50: Do you believe in magic?Not really no51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?Oh absolutely. It can last years and go well beyond a rational grudge.52: What is your astrological sign?Taurus. Stubborn as a bull.53: Do you save money or spend it?If you got money to spare that you ain’t gotta a goal for, spend it. That’s my motto54: What’s the last thing you purchased?Some food for me, my mom, and my stepdad55: Love or lust?Both. At the same time preferably 56: In a relationship?Single and ready to consider mingling until I remember I have 0 social skills whatsoever57: How many relationships have you had?…longer than a few months? Like 3. Less than a few months? …more than 3 but I can remember the exact amount cause if it lasted less than a few months they obviously weren’t very important to me (i say as a way to disguise the fact that I fucked all but my first relationship)58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?No. But neither can you so ha59: Where were you yesterday?At work, at home, and at a restaurant 60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?Surprisingly no61: Are you wearing socks right now?I was just about to take them off but yes I currently am62: What’s your favourite animal?Dogs. Dogs. And dogs.63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?My willingness to pick up the tab or bill 64: Where is your best friend?I dunno 65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.@nicotinecaffeinesugarfix @clientsfromhell @justneckbeardthings @markiplier @old-friends-senior-dog-sanctuary(If you ain’t on here that don’t mean I don’t like ya. Minus the first, these are mostly blogs that make me laugh)66: What is your heritage?PERU PERU PERU67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?Sleeping like a baby with my kids (my dogs) next to me68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?Bacon. Satan Bacon69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?Similar to the one where you asked about sticking shit up noses…70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?The friendly kind71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?Save the dog. I can get another job. That dog can’t get another life72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?A) no. No point in having then worry about the inevitable.B) finally go on that road trip I’ve always wanted to go onC) maybe at first. But again, no point in worrying about the inevitable.73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.Trust. Why have love if you can’t trust each other enough to enjoy it?74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?…even though it’s not supposed to, Decayin’ With The Boys. It’s just such a banger75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?475876: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?Trust. And also attraction and determination77: How can I win your heart?Food. Just lots of food78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?Of course. No guarantee it’ll be understood though79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?None reallt. Maybe leaving my old job. But my decisions are highly impulsive and… not good80: What size shoes do you wear?10.5 to 1181: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?“Follow Your Bliss”82: What is your favourite word?Moist. Partly cause every one hates it. Partly cause it’s fun to say83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.Nah84: What is a saying you say a lot?“Ya know?” “I mean,…”85: What’s the last song you listened to?Step To These by DJ Starscream86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?Black. White. Wine red87: What is your current desktop picture?A wallpaper of the self titled Slipknot album88. (I lost the question but basically I get to pick someone to spontaneously combust)Either Richard Spencer or Donald Trump 89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?“What is wrong with you?”90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?Go back to sleep and hope that if they eat me that it’s quick and painless91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?MotherFucking teleportation92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?The half an hour before I fucked us up.93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?None. They made me me. I don’t want then gone. I just don’t wanna remember them.94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?…again either Corey Taylor or Lena Scissorhands. Although she isn’t really a celebrity…95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?California or Chicago96: Do you have any relatives in jail?I don’t know for sure but I wouldn’t doubt it97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?Nahh just outside of them98: Ever been on a plane?Yeah. Nothing special though 99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?The alt right are nazis and also fuck them and fuck you if you think they’re okay

Jesus christ my arms hurt now. But it’s done

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‘The Lightbulb Effect’

‘Lightbulb Effect' You know the one? when you get an idea or come to a realization and suddenly everything in your life makes sense? I still remember my 'Lightbulb' moment, I was 24 and was having one of my... lets call them 'Rough Weeks'. Since leaving high school (now over 10 years ago wow!) I never knew what I wanted to do, some kids grow up wanting to be Doctors, others join the forces or maybe others flitter around for years between jobs, or in my case college courses, lets go back a bit shall we...

When I was 17 I took a carpentry and joinery course, I did really well, all my work was completed I passed the first year and was on course to complete the whole qualification... what did I do? I quit 3 months from the end... foolish? perhaps although as I sit here thinking about it I cant say I regret my decision. Deep down I knew it wasn't what I wanted to do. After leaving Id always hoped Id find that 'one thing' in my life that I could pour my everything into, unfortunately that search was always blighted by a lack of self confidence, anxiety and a few bouts of depression.

Where do these issues stem from? By all means my life has not been a bad one, I've always had a roof over my head a warm bed to sleep in and food in my belly (and for this I'm very grateful). Without using it as an excuse I also come from a broken home and have had more than a few issues with my father. I dealt with it, I made the decision to see my local counsellor and after a years worth of sessions I walked out that door a stronger person and closed the book on those issues.

Between the ages of 18-24 I used to worry alot. Anxiety has always been a big part of me, people used to say that my middle name was 'Worry'. This was escalated by the witnessing of my then housemate, and best friend in a horrific car accident. At 18, and sustaining the injuries he did he is very lucky to be here now. I call him ‘the machine’ because he's a tough bastard and an inspiration and I'm so proud of everything he's achieved since the accident. Its in those moments and the years that follow that you reflect and you realise who and what is most important.

Those years of my life were not all negative. There was lots of positives, I passed my driving test (got myself a little motor), my first niece arrived, and there where many weekend nights spent at my local rock and metal club 'The Waterfront'. The floor was sticky, the ceilings would drip with perspiration and the toilets were proper grim but that place (as weird as it sounds) was home! It was my kind of music and my kind of people. From nights spent there with the gang I have nothing but fond memories, and with beers priced at £1.50 you really couldn't go wrong... well you could, because if you didn't drink your can (that's right... a can) quick enough you'd have warm beer!

So Id get up everyday I went to work and at one point rented my own apartment... you could say I had the lot, the car, the pad and money in the bank but I couldn't shake the strong desire to better myself to become a more confident outgoing person but what was it that I really wanted to do...cue lightbulb moment...

It was January 2014 it was cold and everything I hate about winter! (I'm a 28 degrees plus and blazing sunshine boy) as I mentioned before I was having one of my' Rough Weeks' a friend had given me his copy of 'Early Years The Best Of Led Zeppelin' and in anticipation of his 'What did you think'? enquiry I knew it was time to dive in. I had those useless electric heaters in my apartment... you know the ones... night storage heating, where the heat would be released gradually throughout the day? great idea! except I think mine were from the 50′s so all heat would be lost buy at least 5pm! Not ideal in the dark of winter.

So I would use this little halogen heater, that I would bring up close when I was sitting on my desktop (yep I still had a desktop in 2014) this particular night I was drinking my poison... rum on the rocks. Led Zeppelin was blasting from the speakers, now this best of Zeppelin had some classic bangers 'Whole Lotta Love' 'Communication Breakdown' 'Rock And Roll' and 'Black Dog' and then began track 8... 'Since I've Been Loving You'.

I cant really describe that moment, from the opening chords of Jimmy Pages guitar, John Bonham's drums and then of course Robert Plants wailing vocals... as cliché as it sounds there in those 7 minutes 23 seconds I was lost... I just listened... something about that piece of music got me, spoke to me and still does today (its on now as I write this) and that's when it hit me ... what couldn't I live without? what did I immerse myself in everyday? where did I go when I wanted to escape? ... cue lightbulb... MUSIC....

There with my rum, halogen heater and wearing the worlds most unflattering woolly hoodie and Adidas tracksuit bottoms (which I think were passed down from my brother, I must have stopped growing when I was 17) it all made sense... MUSIC...

Id attended numerous gigs and festivals prior to the lightbulb moment, I have some special memories from Download Festival 2009 and 2010. I met the top hat himself 'Slash', from Guns and Roses back in 2012. Slash, Myles and The Conspirators at Brixton Academy 'Apocalyptic Love Tour'. He was a true hero, me and my brother had queued in line for about an hour backstage after the show, when he came out he stood there and signed something and chatted to every single fan that had queued. My guitar plate that I had removed the prior evening 'just in case' and he signed is one of my most prized possessions. For those interested he asked 'If Id enjoyed the show?' I think my response was meant to be something resembling a sentence but I'm sure I only managed a series of noises and squeaks.

Even though this was a significant lead up to the lightbulb moment even now I look back and think why did it then take me another 2 years to decide to go for the music thing? Ever since I was a kid Id always found peace and an escape in music, I used to buy cassettes when I was a kid. Growing up with two older brothers meant I was exposed to so much music as a youngster. Id lived through the era of Britpop and grown up with both older brothers taking opposite ends of the spectrum (one was a Oasis fan the other was Blur). ‘Dave Pierces Dance Anthems’ on Radio One on a Sunday Night must also get a mention It didn't get any better than that!

2011 onwards Id always (even though I wouldn't call them that at the time) been writing lyrics, in my counselling sessions I was encouraged to find an outlet for my frustration and anger I was tied of it being drink so I started channelling my emotions and feelings on paper, this wasn't of course my only inspiration for my lyrics the usual... love lost... lust etc. I could still tell you where I was when I wrote my first ever lyrics, what the weather was like etc... funny that I'm a very sentimental person and something like that I never want to forget.

I must also mention that without my good friend... lets call him 'D' I don't think I would have taken those lyrics any further he saw something in them. I remember I let him read 'the book' one day and he really wanted me to consider creating melodies, and turning them into songs along with him. So we tried it and we did really well for what you would call 'bedroom musicians' those where some good times in my apartment sitting there sometimes till 3AM drinking ale, coming up with melodies and me constantly looping lyrics trying to fit to his guitar parts... I'm forever grateful to D and his encouragement and belief In me... more about D and our little project later.

So most of 2011 2012 and 2013 I wrote nearly everyday, I've gotten a memory stick, books and scraps of paper etc. all containing my lyrics. Still I never took that step forward I always believed I wasn't good enough ... remember issues! But then the lightbulb moment happened and it all made sense ... music is what I had a passion for! writing is what I believed I was good at and what I enjoyed doing. From there I knew what I wanted to do or at least be able to say I was involved in.

K.    

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You may be cool, but are you “David Coverdale tweeted you back” cool?[1]David Coverdale is a riot on Twitter and as the Brits would say he is one cheeky bastard. He has all the charm to make his brand of sleaze, playful and endearing. I highly recommend his twitter to those who love a good double entendre and a whole lotta of innuendo.

However, I am not here to write a 1000 word review of Coverdale’s twitter[2]. I am here to tell how I just had my balls rocked off by Whitesnake tonight at the Hampton Beach Casino Ballroom on their Flesh & Blood Tour. Let’s check the pretension at the door just like Whitesnake do with their new party rocker, “Shut Up And Kiss Me”. The infectious gang chorus has everyone singing along immediately as if the song came out in 1987. David Coverdale still oozes charisma out of every pore and can command a crowd with just his eyes. Bassist, Michael Devin has a great voice is crucial on these choruses and is very entertaining to watch as he rocks out on the bass. The drummer, Tommy Aldridge, looks like the lead singer of REO Speedwagon with his gray, curly, huge afro, but rocks like a man half his age.[3]The twin guitar attack of Reb Beach (Winger[4]) and Joel Hoekstra (Trans-Siberian Orchestra) shred all over this song. Many times, the “new stuff” from these classic rock and metal bands fall flat on their face with the live crowd, but on this night Whitesnake proved an old dog can teach its master, new tricks. 

Whitesnake has some real winners off the Flesh & Blood album, which was officially released the day I attended the concert, May 10th. “Trouble Is Your Middle Name” is the banger off this album, which has you banging your head at the hard rocking chorus and shouting along with the band. The verses feature Coverdale at his raspy, strained bluesy best has he croons over a thumping bassline before kicking it into overdrive into the huge, sing-along chorus.  “Get Up” is a throwback to the foot-stomping, blues-boogie-rock that Whitesnake was founded on, before it took on a metallic sheen in 1987. “Hey You…Make Me Rock” is the heavy metal anthem of the album. It has a really strong guitar lead in, but the chorus is not as catchy as the other tracks played and Coverdale gives an uninspired performance here. He is more at home with blues-based songs or the fun sexy, party rock. After the very successful Doug Aldrich era of Whitesnake, I loved how the Hoestrka/Beach team with Coverdale crafted their own album that captured a distinct, fresh, vivacious and very electric sound. I think that’s what separates this from a lot of songs released by classic bands in the modern day is how lively this music is, which comes from how energetic Hoestrka & Beach sound on this album and live. 

Hoestrka and Beach showed off their chops in a six-minute guitar duel which each tried to out Eddie Van Halen each other as they shredded & finger tapped their way to glory. I have always thought that’s when Whitesnake is at their best when they are the best possible combination of Van Halen and Led Zeppelin. Unfortunately, for Coverdale he may never shake the moniker of “David Coverversion” as dubbed by Robert Plant when Plant flew into a jealous rage over Coverdale/Page album released in 1993[5], which is criminally underappreciated now.  When Coverdale wants he can do Robert Plant better than Robert Plant (see “Pride & Joy” from Coverdale/Page and “Still of the Night”), but Coverdale has a lot more range than his more famous rival. He has more access to his lower register and this gives Whitesnake’s songs a more soulful depth to them. Also, having seen both men live twice since 2010, there is no doubt Coverdale is the better frontman. He is still out there giving a balls out hard rock performance and entertaining the audience while Plant is more concerned with being artist and indulging his own agenda. Coverdale’s voice has also aged better. At the beginning of the concert, I did notice that his singing was not quite as good as I remembered on the Purple Snake tour of 2015. However, I think he was saving his voice up for the big finish. On the last three songs all from the hit 1987 album (“Give Me All Your Love Tonight”, “Here I Go Again” and “Still Of The Night”), he unleashed his full vocal prowess. He left no room for you to doubt it was really him singing as he was screaming like a banshee and belting out each note with vim and vigor. “Still of the Night” remains one of my all-time favorite songs. The hook riff is just pure sex and Coverdale delivers one of his best vocal performances. I fell in love with the song all over again tonight. 

Whitesnake has consistently been one of the best hard rock/heavy metal bands of the last decade. The Purple Album (2015) reminds the world that Coverdale era of Deep Purple is full of classic tracks that stand up well against the Mach II Era Machine Head album. “Burn” and “Stormbringer” feature Ritchie Blackmore at the peak of his powers. Both of those riffs are two of the greatest of all time and it is Coverdale that brings the vocal ferocity to match these pummeling riffs. The Doug Aldrich era saw Whitesnake release their best albums since 1987 with Good To Be Bad (2008)[6]and Forervermore(2011) and have been lauded by those fans that still listen to the new music produced by the classic bands of the genre. The stand out tracks from Good To Be Badare the raucous title track that sounds like “Bad Boys” on steroids and “Can You Hear The Wind Blow” which features Doug Aldrich doing his best Randy Rhodes shredding over the place while Coverdale gives a powerful & dynamic performance and the rhythm section has that classic Whitesnake boogie groove. “Forevermore” is the blues-rock album that returns Whitesnake back to its roots. My favorite is the opening track “Steal Your Heart Away” may be the best pure blues-rock song that Whitesnake has ever released, Coverdale gives a master class on how to hold your attention on the verse before the addictive bridge kicks in, if you have not heard this song, drop what you are doing and give it a spin.  The point is Whitesnake delivered two distinct albums in 2008 (hard rock, heavy metal) and 2011 (blues, ballads) that were phenomenal and they look to deliver another badass album this year with Flesh & Blood.

As you can tell by this glowing review, David Coverdale is one of my favorite singers/frontman in the history of rock. He has worked two of the most important guitarists of all time when he was in Deep Purple in the 1970s and with Jimmy Page on Coverdale Page in 1993. He achieved commercial success on his own working with guitarist John Skyes on the killer 1987 album. He demonstrates that even into the 21stcentury that he can pen some of the best hard rock, heavy metal songs ever that would have been massive hits in the 1980s. His live performance is still engrossing to watch. He has such an amazing stage presence and his eyes are so expressive. Most importantly, a mic stand is still a lethal weapon in the hands of the Snakeman! I highly recommend either picking up the new album, Flesh & Blood or going to see the Flesh & Blood tour in a city near you or just give David Coverdale a follow on Twitter, you won’t regret it. 

[1]“Me too, Bro…we always have a blast together!!!” – David Coverdale to me on Twitter with respect to the Hampton Beach crowd.  

[2]@DavidCoverdale for those so inclined to follow on Twitter.

[3]You must see his drum solo. I forgot all about from when I saw him in 2015. I just remembered the huge, gray, curly afro, but as soon he started rocking on his drum solo I remembered how incredible he is. Rock ‘n’ roll is the fountain of youth.

[4]I saw Kip Winger do an acoustic set of all your Winger favorites in small bar in Worcester and man did it really make want to see a full blown, plugged in, full throttle Winger reunion set. I definitely need to do a review of their monster comeback album Karmafrom 2009. Also, Kip & Reb can we get a full Winger tour already! David stop hogging Reb!

[5]This has to go down as the most successful “make my ex jealous” ploys ever as David Coverdale & Jimmy Page delivered the best Led Zeppelin album since Physical Graffitiand Coverdale blew Plant out of the water on all the live shows doing classic Led Zep songs. This forced Plant’s hand to do Led Zep reunion shows in the mid-90s. 

[6]The year 2008 was a very strong year for classic rock/metal bands releasing new material. I would put Good To Be Badas a strong number three behind Motley Crue’s Saints of Los Angeles and Metallica’s Death Magnetic

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Brooklyn’s own Masta Ace is a hip hop icon to say the least. He is a revered member of the legendary Juice Crew. He was also a part of the group eMC with fellow rappers Wordsworth, Stricklin, and former member Punchline.

Masta Ace is loved by fans worldwide. I personally admire his ability to maintain longevity ans consistency with the ever-changing climate in hip hop. Over the decades, he is one of the few artists who has put out music, effortlessly, and still be on point with the current sound.

Masta Ace dropped his first album ‘Take a Look Around’ in 1995. Then he came with other projects ‘SlaughtaHouse’, ‘Sittin’ on Chrome’, ‘Disposable Arts’, ‘A Long Hot Summer’, and many more. In 2016, he dropped one of my favorite projects of all — ‘The Falling Season’.

When I first saw the “Me & The Biz” video, I was floored. This was a time when hip hop music was about having a good time. However, the most iconic Masta Ace verse was on the hit song “The Symphony” produced by Marley Marl, which featured his fellow Juice Crew members Big Daddy Kane, Craig G, and Kool G Rap.

Watch “The Symphony” Below:

He was also part of the supergroup Crooklyn Dodgers, which consisted of rotating members such as Buckshot, Special Ed, Chubb Rock, Jeru the Damaja and O.C. I had a deeper appreciation for Masta Ace and his craft when I heard this collaboration:

Watch “Crooklyn Dodgers” Below:

Over the years, he has collaborated with some other hip hop dynamos like Edo G, A.G., 9th Wonder, Diamond D, Jean Grae, Greg Nice, Torae, MF Doom and so much more. His music just gets better with time like a bottle of fine wine. He is indeed a “Masta” of the art of hip hop.

The legend took some time off his busy schedule to interview with us over at Weekly Rap Gods and discuss his career and latest project with Marco Polo titled ‘A Breukelen Story’.

INTERVIEW

Who are your musical influences?

There are many. But in my earlier days of writing rhymes it was LL, Rakim, and Slick Rick to name a few. But honestly, I’m influenced every day I hear somebody spit a dope verse. That’s what keeps me motivated to elevate my skill.

Who inspired you to start rapping?

The culture was growing and developing all around me back then. I started out DJing. There was a crew of us from my block that would get together and make tapes. Instrumentals of us cutting and scratching breakbeats. Out of the 5 guys in our crew, I was 4th best and I decided I could bring more to the tapes if I spit a few bars. I was really just emulating what I heard on the tapes coming from uptown and around the city. But that’s how it started.

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How did you become part of Juice Crew?

Won a rap contest back in 1985 and first prize was 6 hours of studio time with Marley Marl. After recording demos with him for two years, he decided to put me on his compilation ‘Marley Marl in Control Vol. 1,’ which led to my affiliation with the label and crew.

Juice Crew

How did you come up with the “Me & The Biz” concept?

That was supposed to be a duet with me and Biz, but he didn’t wanna record where I wanted to record. It was going to slow down the album being completed, so Marley suggested leaving the demo lyrics I wrote for Biz on the song. I was really surprised to see that there were people who thought it was actually Biz on the song because I don’t think I sound anything like him. The idea for the video came later when Warner Bros forced me to put that out as my first single. A Biz puppet was made and the rest, as they say, is history.

Watch “Me & The Biz” Below:

How was your first time overseas? Where did you go?

My first time was in 1989. I went to the UK. I opened up for EPMD and Public Enemy at London Arena in front of 15k people. I had never performed in front of more than a couple of hundred before that day. It was incredible to know that people so far away from home knew my songs!

What was your stand out project? Why?

My career was ‘Disposable Arts’ (2001). I reached a point career-wise where I felt it was the end of the road for me. After having been signed to a bunch of majors and playing the industry game, I was tired of it all. That album was going to be my last hurrah so I wanted every song, hook, beat, concept to be 100% authentic and a representation of my mind state at the time. I put my all into that album, my soul, I was honest and didn’t have a major label telling me what to do and how I should sound. I didn’t care about radio play or anything. That album had single-handedly extended my career 17+ years.

Do you think technological advancements help or hinder hip hop?

Honestly it’s both. The digital age has made it much easier for people to put out music without any help from a major. But that’s a double-edged sword because now there’s no gatekeepers weeding through the garage to find the jewels. That means much more unpolished music is being put out and it ultimately lowers the talent bar because it’s like ANYBODY can make a song now.

  What are your thoughts on the evolution of hip hop?

I’ts continuous. It’s going to always be changing. It’s important that the integrity of the music isn’t lost in the process. As long as we have a good balance of talent being promoted, things will be ok.

Name 5 of the dopest albums you’ve ever heard.

There are many top to bottom dope albums. But here are 5 of my favorites. Just know there are many more:

Mobb Deep — ‘The Infamous’ Nas — ‘Illmatic’ Dr. Dre — ‘The Chronic 2001’ Kendrick Lamar — ‘Good Kid Mad City’ Slick Rick — ‘Great Adventures of…’

Who are some current artists you like right now?

Kendrick, J Cole, Cyhi da Prynce, Marlon Craft. There’s a bunch more.

Your music is always so fresh and competitive with current sound of hip hop. How do you maintain longevity over the years?

By continuing to be a fan of the music and seeking out new music and talent, it keeps me on my toes. There’s a lot of talented dudes out here killing it lyrically. You just gotta raise your game if you wanna keep up.

Recently, Juice Crew went on tour. What was it like hitting the stage again?

That was fun. We did 4 shows in Europe, so far, and about 4 stateside as well. The hope is we can continue to do more dates as a collective. Time will tell.

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Tell us about your new album

The new album is called ‘A Breukelen Story’ and it’s a collaboration between myself and producer Marco Polo. It dropped Nov. 9th and features Pharoahe Monch, Styles P, Lil Fame, Smif n Wessun and my eMC brothers — Wordworth and Stricklin.

Buy/Stream ‘A Breukelen Story’ — Out Now!

Watch the first single/video “Breukelen (Brooklyn)” now:

Do you have any upcoming shows?

Follow my Bandsintown Page for all show updates and tours: www.bandsintown.com/mastaace

Marco Polo & Masta Ace

  It was an honor to interview such a prestigious and humble hip hop legend. Masta Ace is one of my biggest rap inspirations. There was no way I could truly reflect how rich his legacy is in this interview. Weekly Rap Gods salutes Masta Ace on his abundant contributions to the hip hop culture. Be sure to get Masta Ace’s latest album ‘A Breukelen Story’. It consists of 19 absolutely amazing bangers produced entirely by Marco Polo. Hip hop enthusiasts you must add this to your collection!

The Legendary Masta Ace Tells Us ‘A Breukelen Story’ (Interview) Brooklyn's own Masta Ace is a hip hop icon to say the least. He is a revered member of the legendary…

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i ate some funky edibles and i think they transported me to another fucking dimension

i ate some funky edibles and i think they transported me to another fucking dimension

1. the worms

something real fuckin weird happened to me a few days ago. a lot of you aren’t going to believe it, but i've got photo evidence to back up my story, so i'm just gonna start from the beginning.

last friday, i got home from work and decided to eat some edibles, some wormy-looking gummies. i'd gotten em from one of my work mates and he told me to only eat a couple. "these are some dank little lads," he kept saying. but i'd had a stressful day so i snarfed down three of them bastards. i turned on some music and plopped onto the couch with my laptop to do some brain-dead web browsing.

right as I sat down, my phone buzzed, and when i picked it up i noticed something was wrong with my home screen. a few of the apps looked like they were somehow... torn? like right down the middle. and in the spot where i usually keep my google maps app, there was just a blank space. as far as i know you can't intentionally leave spaces in between apps on the ios home screen, so i actually took a screenshot of it.

https://i.imgur.com/AG8v087.png

i started messing around with the "torn" apps to see if there were any other funky issues with them. none popped up, so i exited the app and then decided to tap the empty spot where my maps app normally goes.

my phone didn't react to the touch, but a moment later i noticed the song playing on my spotify playlist had changed. it sounded like "band on the run" by wings, but somehow distorted, sped up, with extra instruments backing the track. it was a fuckin banger of a remix so i sat there singin along to it while clicking around between different websites. bein a bit of a news junkie, i typed in theatlantic.com

this is what i saw.

https://i.imgur.com/MXtz3vK.jpg

i sat there thinking... president jobs? at first i figured the atlantic had a new nickname for trump, what with him always goin on about adding jobs to the economy. but then i noticed the little photo of steve jobs in the top right corner.

that's when i decided to do a google search.

https://i.imgur.com/a9xIgIL.jpg

at this point, i started actually freaking out. i went back and took photos of the tabs i'd already opened.

i opened a hundred news stories, wiki pages, reddit threads, youtube videos. they all told the same story.

either i was completely tripping balls, or steve jobs didn't die in 2011. he got treatment for his cancer early enough to stop it. after he got better, he left apple and started getting more involved in politics. he ran against clinton and sanders in the democratic presidential primaries, and won. he then ran against donald trump in the general election, and beat him by just a few electoral college votes. steve fucking jobs was now the 45th president of the united states.

on youtube, i did a quick search for "steve jobs donald trump debate." a video from nbc’s youtube channel appeared.

so i watched it. all 99 minutes of it.

2. the debate

trumpets blared as images of steve jobs (older looking, yes, and now sort of fat) and donald trump flashed across the screen. jobs tinted blue, trump in red.

hands shaking, i snapped the picture below:

https://i.imgur.com/KrDuctC.jpg

the feed cut to lester holt, seated at a bigass desk directly in front of the stage. as he explained the rules of the debate, the camera panned to reveal the scene. sure enough, there jobs was at stage-left, slightly hunched, his fist at his chin, eyes downcast. across from him, trump stood statue-still, gripping the edges of his lectern tightly. trump glared over at jobs looking like he wanted to say something to his opponent. jobs didn't seem to be aware of him. he was lost in his own thoughts.

lester invited the candidates to give their opening statements.

jobs went first. to be honest, he sounded like a republican to me. he talked about the need for deregulation of business and growing threats from the chinese. he called for a new “space race,” this time in the realm of artificial intelligence. as he spoke, he began pacing rapidly.

“the people of the world don’t know what they want,” jobs said. “the world needs leadership, for someone to show the right way forward. so america has a choice. we can waste our energy on vain attempts to return to the year 1950, or we can take responsibility for designing the world of 2050.”

trump’s opening statement was exactly as i remembered it from when i watched him debate hillary clinton live two years ago. he spoke about america’s crumbling infrastructure, its bad trade deals, its wasteful wars. he vowed to Make America Great Again. wrapping up, he declared himself to be “the law and order candidate," and "the candidate who will defend family values.” after pausing to let that line sink in, he said, “i know how important it is for fathers to stick around and raise their children.”

i thought that was a pretty nasty angle. pretty much everybody knows that jobs’s birth parents gave him up for adoption, and that jobs himself had rarely been there for his daughter, lisa.

“mister jobs, you get the first response,” lester said.

jobs stepped forward, glaring at trump. in a quiet voice, he spoke:

“you want to talk about fatherhood?” he said. “my birth father gave me nothing.” jobs spat the words.

“you, though. you would be nothing without your father.”

then jobs strode, long arcing steps, across the stage, stopping near some imaginary dividing line in the middle, a finger aimed directly at trump.

“you claim your father only ever gave you ‘a small loan of a million dollars,’ but anyone who looks would find that your father gave you hundreds of millions. he gave you everything you claim as your own.”

trump took a step forward, wagging his own finger, his lips curled into that O shape that looks like a puckered arsehole. “not true,” he said.

at this, jobs nearly sprinted across the stage toward trump, arms in the air like an animal about to attack. a woman in the audience let out an involuntary “oh!” and trump himself visibly recoiled as jobs got in his face, now almost screaming:

“everything in your entire life, your name, your gaudy, golden homes, your many wives, all of whom you cheat on, all of things in your life that you cherish, you’d have none of it if it wasn’t for fred trump!”

the crowd started getting rowdy at this, and lester tried to cut in. he got out “mister jobs–“ before jobs spun on his heel, marching toward lester’s desk.

“i’m standing next to this man on stage, and we’re supposed to be equals?” he yelled. slowly, he leaned in toward lester and the cameras. in this fucking chilling tone, he said, “we are not equals.”

lester leaned back in his chair, his mouth open, but no sound coming out. jobs straightened up, gliding back to the middle of the stage. he held his hands out to trump, like a man offering a gift.

“i am ten times the businessman you are,” he said, his voice now totally calm. “you don’t deserve to be here, on this stage. you are nothing but a cheap clown in a wig. now why don't you stop pretending you’re something you’re not, and crawl back to that tower you bought using your daddy’s money.”

lester tried to regain control of the crowd, but they were in total anarchy.

for the first time since i’d started watching this video, i became aware of my own hands. i reached for the mouse and clicked on the timeline to re-watch the final lines of jobs’s diatribe and the crowd’s reaction. in the individual voices of the crowd’s roar, i could hear what sounded like every human expression: outbursts of anger, shouts of laughter, cries of something like fear. some object -- a red hat? -- was thrown toward the stage, and a brief struggle ensued as secret service agents escorted the tosser from the room.

finally, lester regained control of the room by repeatedly shouting “MISTER TRUMP, HOW WILL YOU RESPOND?”

trump used his time to protest, accusing jobs of being “very, very unfair.” he then tried his own line of attack, referencing jobs’s well-known drug usage (“is that really the kind of person you want for a president?”) but jobs declined to use his allotted time for a response when lester gave him the opportunity.

the debate proceeded like this for the rest of the night. although trump responded animatedly to each of jobs’s points, jobs refused to address trump directly. when not speaking in response to one of lester's policy questions, jobs seemed to almost disappear into the shadows in his corner of the stage. even as trump increased his attacks, at one point again bringing up jobs's failures as a father, jobs seemed almost not to hear him.

the one exception came later in the evening, when trump made a passing reference to his own christian faith. jobs audibly scoffed and muttered “yeah, right,” just loud enough for the crowd could hear.

trump stopped short. “excuse me?” he said, eyes wide.

jobs looked up, his face open and earnest.

“you’re a fraud, and everyone knows it,” he said.

he held trump’s gaze for a moment, then relaxed back into his default pose, head on fist, disengaged.

trump looked shocked. he stammered something -- “unbelievable, this guy” -- then tried to return to the point he’d been making.

about at this moment, i noticed something out of the corner of my eye.

my phone's screen had lit up, but was totally black.

the white apple logo appeared in the center of the screen. the phone had reset on its own. a moment passed, and the lock screen appeared. i was dimly aware of trump's voice suddenly cutting off, and i looked up at the screen. to my shock, i saw donald trump standing on stage with hillary clinton. they shook hands and stood side by side, waving to the crowd as lester holt delivered his closing remarks about the debate.

more confused now than ever, i scrubbed back in the video to earlier in the debate, and there the two of them were: hillary in a bright red pantsuit, trump in the same suit he always wears. the video now had a different title: "The First Presidential Debate: Hillary Clinton And Donald Trump (Full Debate) | NBC News"

3. the photos

all of this happened about a week ago. in the time since, i've basically been in a state of shock. i haven't been able to go to work, or really move much from my couch. for a few hours after my phone reset, i convinced myself that i'd just gotten too fucking stoned and made the whole thing up in my head

then i checked the photos app on my phone.

for a whole week, i've been back in the reality where steve jobs is dead, and donald trump is president, but still those photos i took remain on my phone.

i've uploaded the photos to imgur and shared my story here in part because i still don't fucking believe it and i need more eyes on the evidence.

i think those fucking gummy worms briefly transported me to a parallel dimension.

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Creating the perfect live album might be one of the hardest things a band can do in their career. With all sorts of variables including mood, crowd response, the right engineers, venue, technical difficulties and so much more, many bands have tried, but only few have really excelled at getting a monumental performance on tape.

As someone who has been fortunate to experience hundreds of amazing shows, which I often write about, I began thinking of all the truly incredible live albums in metal that overcame these obstacles. Here are 16 live albums in metal that rocked my world, and maybe they’ll do the same for you.

Slayer – Decade Of Aggression

No rabbit hole dive into Slayer’s discography is complete without a spin of Decade Of Aggression, the Slayer double live album produced by Rick Rubin, who had his work cut out for him, as he expertly fused together 3 separate shows to sound like one amazing gig. Debuting to the world in 1991, after the release of Seasons In The Abyss, the album was the last we heard of Lombardo in Slayer until his return 15 years later, and naturally something I air drummed to with every listen. With Slayer currently on their farewell tour, it’s such a great album to revisit and see just how far they’ve come as one of metal’s most important bands.

Obituary – DEAD

If you’ve ever made the mistake of missing Obituary live, then you’re doing it all wrong! I first got to see them in the mid-90’s and I’ve been a devout preacher of their brutal precision ever since. If you’ve ever doubted they’re one of the best sounding live bands in death metal history, toss on their live album, Dead, and prepare to stomp along to their evil doom grooves like they’re playing in your living room. The album’s production is nearly flawless, capturing the vicious punch of DT’s drums, impeccable crunch of guitars, and the best crowd cheer sampling I’ve ever heard on an album of this kind.

Gojira – Les Enfants Sauvages

Let’s get real, Gojira are one of the best live bands to ever hit our genre. They’re pure magnetism on stage, larger than life, have impeccable live sound thanks to their FOH engineer Johann Meyer , play from their heart every single time, and manage to be inhumanly tight while doing it. So there was never any doubt Les Enfants Sauvages, their 2014 live album and DVD recorded at Brixton Academy in London, would ever be anything less than perfect.

Kiss – Alive II

Some of my earliest memories in life revolve around this handsome piece of vinyl, and you might say that’s a bit bias, but the fact remains it is one of the most impressive live albums the music world has ever seen. Complete with 20 hit songs across a haunting double gatefold packed with exclusive photos, and recorded between select shows in NJ, CA, and Japan, this is Kiss at the height of their career. The album is filled to the brim with the band’s live energy, and rabid screaming fans, as they churn out hit after hit played better than on their recorded albums. Simply put, this is the album that made live albums a damn thing to do!

Metallica – Live Shit Binge & Purge

By the end of 1991, Metallica was the biggest name in heavy metal history. In 1993, they dropped one of the biggest box sets the heavy metal world has ever seen. With a 3 CD / 3 VHS collection that included all kinds of amazing treasures including the box itself, Metallica do what they do best, and made it impossible not to own. Recorded from a handful of shows between 1989 and 1993, you got two distinct times of the band’s career in one package, that both looked and sounded great, during a time they dominated every chart under the sun. Although Metallica would go on to release many great live videos, Live Shit Binge & Purge remains one of the coolest live releases we’ve ever known, a total must have for any ‘tallica fan!

Crowbar – Live +1

Just when I couldn’t imagine Crowbar sounding any heavier, they dropped Live+1 in 1994, and blew my teen mind to pieces! I became obsessed with this CD for it’s sheer raw power, as both a heavier and more soulful version of the band you couldn’t get from their recorded debut. Having watched them countless times since the mid-nineties, I think this live banger perfectly captures the mood and talent of these NOLA kings. Many may not remember the effect it had in 1994, but as far as I’m concerned, it was the Crowbar release that had NYC by the balls at the time.

King Diamond – In Concert 1987: Abigail

I’m always shocked to learn that people don’t know Mikkey Dee of Motorhead played on the first 4 King Diamond albums, but this is the recording that made me a mega fan of his drumming as a kid. Dee’s amazing chops really shine in the live setting in ways I’ve never heard anywhere else, and paired with one of metal’s best guitar players, Andy LaRocque, and the King himself, you’re really out of reasons why you been sleeping on this amazing album! Recorded in 1987, the album’s title always confused me, since they don’t actually play Abigail in it’s entirety, but fill it with a few tracks from Fatal Portrait to round out this amazing live experience. Name confusion aside, this is a monster of an album I’ve played hundreds of times in my life, and you owe it to yourself to get your hands on immediately.

Pantera- Official Live: 101 Proof

“You won’t hear this song anywhere but in your goddamn car, at home or on this fuckin’ stage, and that’s the way it should be.” If you’ve seen Pantera in the 90’s, you already know they were one of the most explosive forces to cross a stage. The charisma, the precision, the sheer brutality, they were simply a bulldozer of a band you couldn’t run away from. To this day, I’ve never seen a show as violent as a random Tuesday Pantera gig. When they put out Official Live: 101 Proof, we all knew it would reflect all the things we loved about the band, and it still holds up today as we continue to celebrate the legacy of the late Dimebag Darrel. One of the coolest things about this particular live album is it contains all the amalgamations you wouldn’t know about unless you saw them live during this time, like fusing :Domination” into “Hollow”, “Becoming and “Throes of Rejection”, and “I’m Broken” into “By Demons Be Driven”, what an incredible snapshot in time of one of metal’s most important bands. The only question that matters is, “Do you hear the fucking bass!?”

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