#i would 100% recommend learning it if you play guitar

[rosetinted-escape]

I played the solo from The Handler the full way through today. The STAMINA required is INSANE. The website I use for tabs says the handler is EASIER than like, Supermassive Black Hole or Psycho. There is no way.

[sohnric]

BIGGER BOYS AND STOLEN SWEETHEARTS — K. SUNWOO

pairing: kim sunwoo x fem! reader

genre: fluff. platonic but also not really 👀 jealous sunwoo that is also very delusionally in love with the reader. sunwoo plays the electric guitar but also he's kind of shit so yn has to help him

word count: 1.8k

warnings: swearing, jealousy, the reader is basically half naked and sunwoo ogles a bit

a/n: this fic is my way of battling writer's block. uni is kicking my ass but also i thought of this in the train omw home so i guess its also good for something. this is very much inspired by sunwoo wanting to learn how to play electric guitar, me remembering i own one, and also miri @/satoruly associating bigger boys and stolen sweethearts with me and making me forever insane because of it. also reblog and comment pls its so quiet here its depressing.

once again thank u so much @csenke for beta reading this fiesty baby and thank u @from-izzy for helping me with the flirty bits i owe you my life.

“You have to leave by 5, because I’m hanging out with Mark later,” you call for him as you enter the room, eyes catching a glimpse of Sunwoo sitting on your bed, an electric guitar in his hand. The boy furrows his brows at your words, a bitter taste on his tongue making him roll his eyes as he focuses his attention on the instrument in his lap, fingers aimlessly playing with the strings.

“Okay, alright,” he hisses, clicking his tongue. If you notice anything odd about his behavior, you don’t mention it to him– and if he was self-aware enough to recognise the acid aftertaste your words leave in his mouth for what it really was, he’d be even glad for your sudden blindness to his infatuation with you.

“We’re going to the new bistro that opened downtown,” you hum, as if to only fuel the boy’s frustration further. If all you wanted to do was talk about the guy, why did you invite Sunwoo over in the first place? This was starting to feel like a trap.

“I told you about that place,” he huffs.

“Thank you for the recommendation,” you smile at him ironically, and when your eyes finally meet, Sunwoo recognises the playful glint in your eye– you’re 100% aware of the tension in the air, enjoying the way you have the boy completely under your spell, ready to be torn into pieces. It’s that look you have on your face every time a guy hits on you– the one that mirrors victory, the slightest kick it gives your self-esteem making you grin to yourself as you twirl your hair on your finger and satisfy the man with the slightest touch on his arm. You play into it– you always do– but you never quite let anyone sweep you off your feet completely.

“I thought we would check it out together,” Sunwoo says, fingers plucking at the E string of the guitar, making a dull sound resonate through your room as the background to your conversation.

“We can do that later,” you say, shrugging, “I’ll give you all the recommendations.”

“Traitor,” Sunwoo hisses, glaring at you with a tinge of hurt behind his orbs.

“Don’t be so butthurt.”

“Don’t be so merciless, then,” the boy counters, averting his gaze from yours. “Is he picking you up? I bet he doesn’t even have a car.”

“That’s an unusual way to express jealousy, considering you don’t even have a car, Sunwoo,” you grimace, chuckling at the emotional outburst of your friend. “Besides, his dad owns a car bazaar. I think the possibilities of him not owning a car are quite close to zero.”

Sunwoo stays quiet at that, the call-out making red splotches appear on his cheeks from shame. His eyes quickly move to the guitar again, hypnotizing it with his gaze, fingers clamming at the strings. 

Do you like torturing him? Is this what it’s all about? Just a few days ago, he thought he had it all– sneaking his hand into the back pocket of your jeans as he was dropping you off, receiving a ruffle to his hair after you pulled away from his hug, sending a flying kiss to him as you disappeared behind the front door. Today, all you’re talking about is Mark, Mark’s car, Mark’s family, Mark’s school, Mark’s fucking hairstyle, and all Sunwoo can do is either rip out all of his hair, or fantasize about ripping out Mark Lee’s instead– strand by strand, slowly, mercilessly.

“Whatever,” he comments, shaking his head at you. After many months of being friends with you, he should be immune to your charms. The more time he spends with you, though, the more unarmed he seems to be to your enchanting magnetism. You’re not nice to his heart, but up until this moment, he kinda liked the tug of war over yours.

The moment drags itself along before he hears you sigh from somewhere in front of him, frustration so evident in the sound. Sunwoo doesn’t really know what you have to be so infuriated about, since as far as he’s aware, he’s the one left cold and unwanted in the comfort of your room that smells deadly of your perfume (that’s so hard to shake off sometimes, yet he can’t find it in him to hate the sweet scent), but as he looks up to meet your eye, he chokes on his own spit at the image that meets his eye.

“You still don’t know how to play that riff, do you?” you click your tongue, shaking your head. It’s not the action that leaves Sunwoo feeling warmer than before, sweat almost comically appearing on his forehead– the image of you in only last remains of your school uniform does, though, as his eyes unashamedly scan the lengths of your now uncovered legs up your thighs to the curve of your bum, visible as you stare at him sideways, soft skin only slightly covered by the tinge oversized white button-down, red lace peeking out, piercing his gaze.

The boy silently shakes his head, licking his lips in a scattered manner. “Nope,” he admits, letting the last syllable pop in the now silent room, blood rushing to his ears as you stride forward and reach his position in your bedsheets.

“It’s really easy,” you huff, “you just– wait, let me show you,” you start, almost making the boy offer your own guitar back to you, before he watches you climb into the bed behind him, making his breathing hitch in his throat.

This is not at all what he expected you to do, he recognises when he feels your breathing on his neck as you lean over him, thighs straddling his back and pressing into his sides when you kneel on the mattress behind his back in order to have the best vision of the guitar. Sunwoo’s hands slip off the instrument when he finds your head next to his, your arms sneaking around his figure to press the chords down with your digits instead, strumming the strings and caging the boy into your scent and the flush of your muscles, forcing him to watch the little tutorial from first point of view. Your fingers move skillfully against the strings, having played that exact riff many times before (which is also why Sunwoo decided to pick it up, for it reminded him of the afternoons spent in the comfort of your room, laying on the rug in the middle of the floor as you played him your favorite songs), and he can’t help but feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up when your breath meets the side of his face.

“Clearer now?”

“Mhm,” he gulps, nodding. He’s too afraid to turn his head, too scared to see your face so from up close and not instinctively trail his gaze to your lips (of which curves have been sculpted in the heaven, he thinks), and so he only results to taking ahold of the guitar again, battling the reality of having your naked legs pressing into him from behind, fighting the image of your underwear out of his head to the best of his abilities.

He tries to mimic the position of your fingers on the guitar, but the fact that he remembered it wrong (or just was too distracted by his surroundings to really take the information in) is set out to him when you quickly take ahold of his hand, left palm glazing his to move his ring finger to the right position. “Here,” you hum, “that’s the problem. You keep pressing it on the 3rd fret instead of the 4th and that’s why it sounded so weird,” you laugh, the vibration of it against his back making Sunwoo feel like he’s being pumped with pure electricity, fireflies filling his stomach.

“I think it’s too fast for me to keep up with,” he complains, managing to drag a coherent sentence out of his mouth.

“I’ll pluck the strings for you,” you offer, voice saccharine right in his ear, “just try to get the chord patterns down.”

The boy nods, forcing the snapshots of the chord placements to the front of his brain, both begging to get it right so you end your little intimate tutoring session and also hoping he messes up again just to have you scold him and forcefully dragging his fingers to the correct strings– having Sunwoo pathetically yearning for the slightest of your touches. The heartbeat ringing in his own ears serves him as a metronome, and as he chews on the inside of his cheek when he starts, his head spins with the intoxication of your scent, making it hard for him to focus on the tune. 

“You got it wrong again,” you hiss into his ear, making goosebumps appear all over his skin. Oh, how mean you are– completely aware of the effect you have on the boy. He’s starting to think you love the idea of torturing him. It must be fun to have someone so under your spell, so drunk on your bare existence. 

“I’ll practice more until our next tutoring,” he gulps, laughing airly as you let go of him and move away, letting the poor boy finally breathe.

“You better,” you snicker, standing up and walking back over to your opened closet, bending over to pick up your discarded skirt off the ground and offering the boy a clear view of your bum from where he’s sitting on your bed. Now, there’s no denying you like to tease him. And Sunwoo is aware he might get burned, but like a little boy, he kind of enjoys playing with fire. “Or I’ll start to think you are enjoying my lessons a little too much.”

“Only the ones where you get all angry with me,” he notes, placing the guitar next to him on the bed, his palms now too sweaty to continue playing. “You’re kind of hot when you scream at me.”

Throwing a playful look over your shoulder at the boy, making the first two buttons of your blouse undone, a chuckle leaves your throat. “You’re not the first one to tell me that, sweetheart,” you note. “Now leave my room, you pervert. It’s almost 5 and I have to change.”

Defeated, but still obedient, Sunwoo stands up from your bed and takes slow steps towards the door, dreading his departure. The idea of Mark Lee getting to enjoy this side of you makes Sunwoo particularly green, but the feelings quickly fade when he remembers the moments from a few seconds ago, when he thinks back to the softness of your skin. Before he has the chance to leave, though, a tug on his tie yanks him towards you– the school uniform still covering his body from when he walked home with you two hours ago, carrying both of your bags,  proving as an effective attire for your afternoon hangouts.

Pulling him down so your faces are on the same level, the tips of your noses almost touching, has Sunwoo’s shocked eyes grow comically wide and his cheeks burn a crimson red. He feels your breathing fan his lips from the proximity, heart once again running a marathon in his chest when your voice purrs out in a feline-like manner, riling him up. “Always tugging on those strings, but I'll have you know, Sunwoo, you tug on mine all the time,” you grin, gaze only momentarily slipping towards his chapped lips.

Oh, you’re not nice. You’re pretty fucking far from nice– from how you’re playing with his heart, leading him on. 

Or are you not…? He guesses he’ll have to find out. 

You're a far better guitar player than Sunwoo is, but if you ever wanted a new instrument to perfect, he is more than willing to offer you his body to practice on. 

[clubheavenofhelen]

🕊️ Short introduction

So I've got a feeling that it would be nice having my own space here. For my own thoughts. I'm gonna post here photos taken by myself as well as the ones I've found somewhere on the Internet. Maybe some recommendations like songs I'm listening to a lot at any given moment, books, movies. Anything that's gonna come to my mind.

🕊️ List of topics:

• 100 days of productivity challenge

🕊️ Some facts about me

• My name's Helena.

• I'm Polish.

• I've got 4 siblings. I'm the oldest one (yeah, I think it's a big part of person's identity).

• I speak polish, english, french.

• I'm a proud catholic, so Bible verses may be present, too (been to a catholic school also). Mary Magdalene is my patron saint of confirmation.

• I am studying Romance philology, but I don't see myself working in this field. I don't think I will continue my studies after obtaining my bachelor's degree.

• I'm an artist. I'm so grateful for being blessed with a natural talent for drawing, painting and everything that comes with that. I'm a creative person. I love art of all kinds. I was also learning to play guitar for some time thanks to my love for music. I'm writing (ever since I was a little child, I dreamed of writing my own book).

• I would like to become a graphic designer. I'm currently working on it.

• I'm also working hard on my mindset. Learning to be positive. Good vibes only. Unfortunately, I am very anxious and emotional person, so there's a lot to work on.

• I keep pushing myself to work out regularly.

• I've been listening to a lot of podcasts for some time now. Usually the ones focusing on self-care, motivation and the others girly things, you know. It keeps me going.

• I drink a lot of tea, water, love flowers, pretty pictures, essential oils, Eurovision, decadent poetry, fashion, history, long road trips. Travelling (especially airplanes!!!). Planning my own wedding. I would dream of living in Florence, if it weren't so crowded...

• I am interested in natural medicine.

• Currently learning how to cook and getting rid of my social media addiction.

Fav things:

• Music: Lana Del Rey, Taylor Swift, Nessa Barrett, Aurora, Sanah, Palaye Royale, My Chemical Romance

• Books: The Poppy War, The Secret History, A Little Life, Harry Potter, The Hunger Games

• Movies: Howl's Moving Castle, My Neighbor Totoro, My Own Private Idaho, Hacksaw Ridge, Call Me by Your Name, Coraline, Mulan, Memoirs of a Geisha

• Series: American Horror Story

• Games: I enjoy playing Anno, Kingdom Come, League of Legends (LUX SUP + TFT top). The Sims is nice too one time a year.

Hope you're all having a good day!

xx

Helena

[the-pickle-jar]

Hi sorry to bother you I'm asking it my mutuals I'd like if you would recommend me a song/band with cool bass guitar or to give me your favorite song I might play it someday I'm just starting to learn bass

hey i am so sorry this took me forever to respond to and i hope its not too late but ive also recently started trying to learn bass too and ive been trying to learn the riff in the 100 gecs song "doritos & fritos".

another suggestion i have (one that seems decently easy based off of a quick search) would be "talking in your sleep" by the romantics (which is another one im wanting to learn)

[blissfullybloomed]

Consistency: OOF! Yup, that's where we're headed today. 

Literally this one is going to be rough all over the place. Buckle up!

Being real, this word alone gives me PTSD of a past relationship that I jacked up because I myself wasn't consistent. This is one of those relationships that forced me to learn who I was, because he didn't deserve me in that state. I know you read these, and I'm sorry to you, too. 

Side bar, man am I glad I did the work ... .I just did it a little too late for some partners. 

Anyway, here we go. 

Are you the type of person that gets overly excited about a new task or project and the excitement wears off in a week? Yeah, I used to be too. Until I learned a few tricky tricks. 

“Plan your work, and work your plan.”- Dale Vermillion.  Dale is an incredibly intelligent handsome man who works in realty and mortgage lending. 

This step is the most crucial. The planning, and the working of the plan. Start with setting some goals. Example: Weight loss, Work less hours and be home, Play your guitar more, put more legos together…and so on. 

Once you have a goal…set some timelines to it. Specific timelines. Deadlines if you will. Example: I want to lose weight by the end of the year. Great…now you have a deadline as to when this goal will be reached. Let's take it a few steps further though …let's get granular. 

Make SMART Goals. Smart, Measurable, Attainable, Realistic, and Timely. 

Losing weight by the end of the year is great…but how much weight are we going to lose per month? Per week? Per day? How many calories are we going to intake? See…lots of questions to drill this bad boy down to make it realistic to achieve. 

Speaking of calories…little tidbit. Losing weight is all about calorie intake - calorie outtake. 3500 Calories = 1 pound. Eat less calories…lose weight….eat more calories..maintain or increase your weight. 

Now listen, I'm not a nutritionist…so don't get your panties in a twist….I just know what I know. 

Tell everyone! Keep yourself accountable to whatever task you’re trying to complete. 

This will help drastically with your success or failure in my humble opinion. If you're the struggle in silence type…by all means, go for it. I would highly recommend journaling at minimum throughout that timeframe. It helps with the overwhelming anxiety that is caused when we put too much pressure on ourselves to achieve a goal. No shame in journaling. 

Prepare yourself mentally for disappointment and setbacks. There's a reason why companies forecast potential revenue loss….they know anything can happen and are ready with a plan if it does.

Example: I will lose 50 pounds by the end of the year. I will achieve this by eating less than 3500 calories a day and losing 1 pound every three days, which equals a 2 pound loss each week. Two pounds lost per week = 8 pounds in a month. So I can realistically lose 8 pounds in a month IF i dont over or under eat. So My goal would then change accordingly to allow flux .  Hopefully, that makes sense.

Keep it moving…don't Quit! Show up for yourself every freaking day. Do small things daily to build up to the end goal. Whatever that may be ... .if you need help with goal setting reach out to me. I can totally help with that confidentially. 

Consistency is hard. Really hard. Especially if you are in a mental or physical fog. You just don't have the will to meet your goals today… THIS is why we allow for flux. We can't be 100% everyday. Some days are going to be zero days. Nothing gets accomplished, laundry stacks, dishes in sink, kids in the same clothes as yesterday, reports for work haven't been written…and so on. It's okay, we planned for this to happen. Be easy on yourself…no progress is still progress. You have not chosen to completely stop. Keep moving. 

Some things that help me stay consistent: 

Calendars, Calendars, Calendars…for REAL! I legit have a consistent calendar I use in Microsoft Excel to budget. Yeah, a spreadsheet. 

Alarms and Reminders in any of my devices. I have reminders to shower, make coffee, do yoga, meditate, comb my hair( Yeah it was that bad at one point- my zero days). 

Affirmations EVERYWHERE! Flood yourself with hand written affirmations. I used to have them on chakra colored post notes all around my house. 

Journaling/Blogging. It gets the old out sometimes. Makes room for the new. 

Tea, Yoga, and Meditation…these are my Holy trinity. It's my safe space. 

Your environment. Look around you. Check your five senses? What smells? Sounds? Anything that makes you turn your nose up or cringe….get it out! Refresh everything! This is also making room for fresh new ideas, thoughts, and space. I use sage, incense, candles, aroma diffusers, orange himalayan lamps, meditation music, twinkle lights, artwork that makes me happy ...all the good things. 

Lastly, check the people you surround yourself with. Are they pushing or pulling you from your goals? Really evaluate that. Blinders off. Take stock. Maybe they need to go for a while, so you can focus on yourself? So be it. If they love you, they will understand and either wait for you or be supportive with you. If a person has an opportunity to rid themselves of someone or something toxic in their life, they should take that chance for themselves. If they don't…what self worth do they or YOU have? 

Alright, I'm done preaching today. Get out there and do some stuff! Love y'all!

[dankusner]

By Sinead O'Connor | Sunday, March 28, 2010

When I was a child, Ireland was a Catholic theocracy.

If a bishop came walking down the street, people would move to make a path for him.

If a bishop attended a national sporting event, the team would kneel to kiss his ring.

If someone made a mistake, instead of saying, "Nobody's perfect," we said, "Ah sure, it could happen to a bishop."

The expression was more accurate than we knew.

This month, Pope Benedict XVI wrote a pastoral letter of apology -- of sorts -- to Ireland to atone for decades of sexual abuse of minors by priests whom those children were supposed to trust.

To many people in my homeland, the pope's letter is an insult not only to our intelligence, but to our faith and to our country.

To understand why, one must realize that we Irish endured a brutal brand of Catholicism that revolved around the humiliation of children.

I experienced this personally.

When I was a young girl, my mother -- an abusive, less-than-perfect parent -- encouraged me to shoplift.

After being caught once too often, I spent 18 months in An Grianán Training Centre, an institution in Dublin for girls with behavioral problems, at the recommendation of a social worker.

An Grianán was one of the now-infamous church-sponsored "Magdalene laundries," which housed pregnant teenagers and uncooperative young women.

We worked in the basement, washing priests' clothes in sinks with cold water and bars of soap.

We studied math and typing.

We had limited contact with our families.

We earned no wages.

One of the nuns, at least, was kind to me and gave me my first guitar.

An Grianán was a product of the Irish government's relationship with the Vatican -- the church had a "special position" codified in our constitution until 1972.

As recently as 2007, 98 percent of Irish schools were run by the Catholic Church.

But schools for troubled youth have been rife with barbaric corporal punishments, psychological abuse and sexual abuse.

In October 2005, a report sponsored by the Irish government identified more than 100 allegations of sexual abuse by priests in Ferns, a small town 70 miles south of Dublin, between 1962 and 2002.

Accused priests weren't investigated by police; they were deemed to be suffering a "moral" problem.

In 2009, a similar report implicated Dublin archbishops in hiding sexual abuse scandals between 1975 and 2004.

Why was such criminal behavior tolerated?

The "very prominent role which the Church has played in Irish life is the very reason why abuses by a minority of its members were allowed to go unchecked," the 2009 report said.

Despite the church's long entanglement with the Irish government, Pope Benedict's so-called apology takes no responsibility for the transgressions of Irish priests.

His letter states that "the Church in Ireland must first acknowledge before the Lord and before others the serious sins committed against defenceless children."

What about the Vatican's complicity in those sins?

Benedict's apology gives the impression that he heard about abuse only recently, and it presents him as a fellow victim:

"I can only share in the dismay and the sense of betrayal that so many of you have experienced on learning of these sinful and criminal acts and the way Church authorities in Ireland dealt with them."

But Benedict's infamous 2001 letter to bishops around the world ordered them to keep sexual abuse allegations secret under threat of excommunication -- updating a noxious church policy, expressed in a 1962 document, that both priests accused of sex crimes and their victims "observe the strictest secret" and be "restrained by a perpetual silence."

Benedict, then known as Joseph Ratzinger, was a cardinal when he wrote that letter.

Now that he sits in Saint Peter's chair, are we to believe that his position has changed?

And are we to take comfort in last week's revelations that, in 1996, he declined to defrock a priest who may have molested as many as 200 deaf boys in Wisconsin?

Benedict's apology states that his concern is "above all, to bring healing to the victims."

Yet he denies them the one thing that might bring them healing -- a full confession from the Vatican that it has covered up abuse and is now trying to cover up the cover up.

Astonishingly, he invites Catholics "to offer up your fasting, your prayer, your reading of Scripture and your works of mercy in order to obtain the grace of healing and renewal for the Church in Ireland."

Even more astonishing, he suggests that Ireland's victims can find healing by getting closer to the church -- the same church that has demanded oaths of silence from molested children, as occurred in 1975 in the case of Father Brendan Smyth, an Irish priest later jailed for repeated sexual offenses.

After we stopped laughing, many of us in Ireland recognized the idea that we needed the church to get closer to Jesus as blasphemy.

To Irish Catholics, Benedict's implication -- Irish sexual abuse is an Irish problem -- is both arrogant and blasphemous.

The Vatican is acting as though it doesn't believe in a God who watches.

The very people who say they are the keepers of the Holy Spirit are stamping all over everything the Holy Spirit truly is.

Benedict criminally misrepresents the God we adore.

We all know in our bones that the Holy Spirit is truth.

That's how we can tell that Christ is not with these people who so frequently invoke Him.

Irish Catholics are in a dysfunctional relationship with an abusive organization.

The pope must take responsibility for the actions of his subordinates.

If Catholic priests are abusing children, it is Rome, not Dublin, that must answer for it with a full confession and in a criminal investigation.

Until it does, all good Catholics -- even little old ladies who go to church every Sunday, not just protest singers like me whom the Vatican can easily ignore -- should avoid Mass.

In Ireland, it is time we separated our God from our religion, and our faith from its alleged leaders.

Almost 18 years ago, I tore up a picture of Pope John Paul II on an episode of "Saturday Night Live."

Many people did not understand the protest -- the next week, the show's guest host, actor Joe Pesci, commented that, had he been there, "I would have gave her such a smack."

I knew my action would cause trouble, but I wanted to force a conversation where there was a need for one; that is part of being an artist.

All I regretted was that people assumed I didn't believe in God.

That's not the case at all.

I'm Catholic by birth and culture and would be the first at the church door if the Vatican offered sincere reconciliation.

As Ireland withstands Rome's offensive apology while an Irish bishop resigns, I ask Americans to understand why an Irish Catholic woman who survived child abuse would want to rip up the pope's picture.

And whether Irish Catholics, because we daren't say "we deserve better," should be treated as though we deserve less.

lucille6@mac.com

Sinead O'Connor, a musician and mother of four, lives in Dublin.

[armytyz0613]

: koo - festa 2014 profile <3

My BTS Profile Written By Me” – Jung Kook ❕

“I promise to only write the truth” ( baby 🥺 )

Name: Jeon Jeongguk

Hometown: Busan

Greeting: ”Hello. I’m BTS’ Jeongguk.“

In charge of: Vocals, maknae, dancing

Blood Type : A

Birthday: 970901

Favorite Nickname: Jeonjeonggukie

Body size: 178 cm, 69 kg

Specialty: Dancing, singing

Hobby (is): Scribbling drawings, playing guitar, watching movies and animations (Bad Country)

Habits: Stomp around

–

Motto: Rather be dead than cool

Charm point: Thighs, lips

Things I like (3 things): Exercising, tasty things, just standing there without a thought, being alone

Things I dislike (3 things): Tasteless things, bugs, getting hurt, studying

My biggest recent interest: Clothes, computer, shoes, games, tasty things, exercising, drawing, guitar

The member who’s most similar to me: V hyung. He’s random, our comedic cords match well, and I think our personalities are similar

I’m the best at at least this: Passion

I will at least try to put an effort in this: Things I’m doing now, and things I’ll have to do

My life’s best (voice) was: IU senior’s voice. (1st IU, 2nd Sweden Laundry, 3rd J.Rabbit)

A song I want to recommend to you: Sweden Laundry – ‘Voice’ (I like sad songs)

What you think about when you can’t sleep: Thoughts lying on top of a river at night where there’s no one, the moon is up, and cherry blossoms are flying in the air.

Your representative pictures and videos: My girl group dancing video at Weekly Idols, N.O jacket picture

The ranking in BTS that I write: Rap hyung – Jin hyung – Suga hyung – Hope hyung – Jim hyung – V hyung – Jeongguk

I think my looks ranks (0.01) out of 100

The place you have the most confidence in on your body?: Thighs, lips

Let’s praise myself: You’re good at anything that has to do with the body as long as you learn, and you overflow in passion.

My goal: I want to sing well to the point where people’s mouths would drop and I want to become smart.

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: My personality as viewed by other members

Jeongguk: Loud at times quiet at times, overflowing with passion, and I think he’s a bit dumb. There are many things he wants to do. Doesn’t like to lose and has a strong sense of pride. Truthfully, finds a lot of things tiresome.

Jin: Although he seems like a danhobak (T/N: danhobak is pumpkin, but the danho here is used as wordplay for 단호하다/danhohada which means stern), to me it seems like a concept. He’s quite bad at refusing requests.

RM: Individualistic, doesn’t share clothes. Washes his clothes separately. A slight timid-ness that’s like a maknae. Although he wants to seem manly, he’s actually a cutie. Although his passion overflows, it doesn’t go on long. Puberty, rebellious, but it seems cute.

Hoo~ danjeon hope!! Hoo~ (T/N: it sounds similar to danjeon hoheup which is breathing): he maknae who talks backs a lot and doesn’t listen. Although his personality is quite kind… I also have no answer for his personality

V: Truthfully, he’s the same as me. I have no answer.

Suga: Because he’s the youngest, he’s still immature. However, he clearly shows what he likes and what he dislikes.

JIMIN: He’s kind, innocent, and is bad at expressing his feelings. That’s why he’s cute. Jeonggukkie’s mine.

[onmymasa22]

We believe that gd created the torah, our guidebook, and from that he created the world. From the beginning he had a close relationship with humans he created. Some were more interested in thinking that gds creations were individual gds and weren't so interested in gd himself. Then came avraham. He was the first person to shun the idea of other gds being a thing and really acted as if gd was so important to him and found the torah guidebook to be what it is- the most civilized way to live a life. From him we learn alot and he started the idea that libing a full life devoted to gd was the best thing for a human. He was who gd wanted as the personality to advise people from his understanding of the torah how to live the best life possible, full, and joyus, and fulfilled. Gd told him that he would have descendents who would recieve the land of israel to live. If you look at our torah, you will see that from thousands of years ago we have a good idea of the location of this israel. From him came yitzchak and yishmael the muslim line. Then from Yitzhak comes yaakov- the jewish nation and esav the ancient romans. Avraham was in iraq and came to israel.

Avraham was going from bavel where hes from to israel but stopped in haran cuz it wS nice snd stayed

The story of the girl whos grandfather was gay

I light a candle. Every shabbat i can, i light a candle. And this is the story of my little candle. In the process of becoming a soldier i remember the ex commanders telling us that during war time, they recommend not telling your parents how bad it all is, it will put them in hell because theres nothing they can do, and they wont really know how to react. And i remember wondering how many soldiers go on missions without their mother lighting a candle for their safety because she's out of the loop. So i vowed that every candle i light, be that friday night or any time i really want something, i light it for the safety and comfort of the soldiers who dont reveal the hardships because they dont want to scare their family too much, that hashem should give them a little feeling that someone is lighting a candle and davening for them, specifically them- be that chayalim bodedim or anyone without a good relationship with their mother.

אז אני מדברת עם מישו בשליש, כלום יקרה כנראה אבל סתם שיחה מעניינת ובא לי לשתף איתך. אז מדברים והוא הגדיר את עצמו כדתי לייט שאני יודעת מזה אומר, אבל בכל מקרה הוא פתח שיחה ואני מדברת איתו לראות מי הוא באמת כי לא ברור. אז מדברים על דת ואיפה אנחנו והוא שואל אותי האם אני שומרת נגיעה. אז אני אומרת שהייתה לי תקופה שלא, ועכשיו אני מחבקת את כולם וחוץ מזה, לא לפני חתונה. אז הוא שואל אותי "מה עם צעד ראשון" שאני לא 100 ברור מזה אומר תאמת, אולי הוא התכוון לנשיקות? לא משנה כי בכל מקרה עניתי לו ותביני אני ממש גאה בי שעניתי לו ככה כי חשבתי על זה כמה דקות טובות: " אני חושבת שאני מחפשת מישו לבנות איתו חיים, ומגיעה לי מישו שיוכיח לי שהוא רוצה לבנות איתי את החיים האלה כדי להכניס את החלק הפיזי. אני חושבת שמגיע לגבר אותו דבר. אני חושבת שכולם כמו מתנה. אז אני חושבת שזה יהיה מעבר גבול.

תקשיבי עוד משו מגניב שלמדתי השבת מהזרע שמשון, את יודעת שאני אוהבת דברים שלוקחים סיפורים והופך את זה

I think that if you have a kid who isnt interested, you should love them and encourage them to fulfil their dreams. The same way if you have a kid who wants to be religious, i want my kid to like me. I want my kid to do what i say. I want to be their number one person.

Oilbrushes dishsoap turpentine linseedoil babywipes canvas woodpalette apron

Face tint

Concealer

Bronzer for face

Brow gel

Bronzer and highlight for eyes

Liner

Eyelash curler

Mascara

Lipliner

Lipstick

zippermattressprotector winterbeddingset rug towel siddur piano guitarbag guitar capo lyricbook laundrybag armybag suitcase backpack flowerpot flowers

Summer

Open a window and take a few deep breathes smelling outide fresh air

Play an instrument. Guitar, piano, close your eyes if that helps you zone out into the music. Sing or hum if you want.

Wash your sheets. Wash your pajamas, wash your bras and underwear and socks. Dump it all in, put every good smelling soap stuff thing you own- detergent, fabric softener, dryer sheets, those little ball things with essential oil that end up in your sleeves. Super important- when laundry is done, fold it. Play soft music whike you do it and get into that vibe

Shower. Shave everything, even though its winter. hair mask, face mask. When youre dont comb out your wet hair. Get into those clean fresh pjs

Write down whatever is worrying you. Number each thing amd come up with answers to them. Use inspirational quotes, things your therapist told you, what youd answer a friend, whatever works. It doesnt need to be the final answer, just good enough. Come up with things to tell youself that you can loop with whenever needed.

Drink more water than you think u need. If all you accomplished in the next hour is to drink water, you are conquering mountains. If you want your water in the form of warming tea, go for it, but essentially water is the most important thing, more important than eating sometimes.

Spend time with people you love. Have a cup of coffee with your mom, go on a costco trip with your dad. Watch junior masterchef Australia, or judge judy, whatever helps take your mind off of the news. Talk about things other than the news, how was work, what recipes to try out. Home improvement ideas, look up flowery parks in the area. Talk about things that dont stress you out.

I want to decorate a cake

I want to organize a room

I want to love my friends and life

Take a coat with me

Buy a blanket and towel

I was so close to killing myself. I was so miserable because

My parents made a lot of big bad decisions.

I wont make the same mistakes.

Call roni, shira

When u see pple u went to highschool with. Usually i need to prepare myself saying you are amazing and loved, dont go back to shrinking up. Now, it caught me offguard so i had to tell myself mid convo- dont shrink up, you're ok. In the end, im not friends with people from highschool. I didbt like enough then. I don't like em now. I was pretty invisible and very different. Post highschool, i made friends. I had an amazing time in California, and made best friends that summer for that summer. I had amazing friends from taglit, from schi, from bais yaakov, from keren or, from shaare zedek, and now from school. My best friends are the girls i went to school with. My first best friend is elianna. She has a special place in my heart. I just want for everything to be ok

I deserve for a guy to prove to me that he wants to build a life with me before bringing in that physical piece to a relationship. Im not here just to fulfill your needs. I will do that because im such a gift. But i dont sleep around. So i would do that after he commits to me. It will be such an explosion youre not gonna know what to do with yourself or how you could be loved so much. But you need to deserve it. And thats how you deserve it. Commitment. Marriage. I can't help it. It's too easy to skip out otherwise.

I really thought everyone in israel rode camels till I was like 18, I worked at a bnei akiva camp the summer after highschool and learned a lot about israel cuz I knew nothing before and it just felt like Israel was an option I hadn't even thought of before, but I got along with lots of israelis, and kept talking to them and learning more. Then when I just turned 19 I went with taglit and I just kept coming back cuz I like being around jews, it just feels like all the systems in israel are made for u

Watch northern lights

Palace of versailles

Pink sand beach

Niagra falls

Netherland

If you are like me and havent taken ur adhd meds since the war started because your life went on pause, take your meds. It gives you at least a fair shot at having a good day and just for being alive, you deserve to have a good day even in a confusing, dont know what will happen and when itll end situation.

You deserve a chunk of time in tbe day, where you allow yourself to think about total crap. I forgot what thinking about winter outfits and inspo boards and dreamy photos feel like. This helps bring a little of the old reality into the now, brings you back to yourself, its so important. You deserve to be an actual human being for however long and think about stupid things. You are allowed to take a break from being the hero, the news researcher, the

אני מדליקה נר. מה הסיפור של הנר הקטן של דליה? כשרציתי להתגייס, דיברו איתנו מפקדים לשעבר על זה שבתקופה של מלחמה, זה לא כלכך מומלץ לגלות להורים על כל הזוועות או מה באמת המצב, כי זה יכניס אותם להיסטריה ולא יהיה להם מה לעשות במרחק של 15 שעות טיסה. אני זוכרת שבשיחה הזו, עלה לי מחשבה של "אם אמהות של חיילים ישראלים מדליקות נרות לביטחון של בן או בת שלהן, אז כמה חיילים/ חיילות נלחמים ואין להם נר בזכותם לצלחתם כי האמהות שלהם לא יודעות באמת קורה באותו רגע?". הפרצוף שלי נפל. אז הבטחתי לעצמי שכל פעם שאני מדליקה נר- אם זה ליל שבת, או סתם כשאני ממש רוצה שמשו יקרה, אני מקדישה מחשבה לכל החיילים בודדים או חיילים שאין להם קשר טוב עם אמא שלהם- שהם ירגישו קצת את זה שמישי כן מדליקה להם נר.

שמישי כן חושבת עליהם,

כן מתפללת עליהם שיעברו את כל הזוועות שאולי אמא שלהם לא מודעת עליהם (כי אם אני הייתי חיילת, ההורים שלי לפחות לא היו מבינים מה באמת קורה ביומיומי שלי או שאסור לגלות) שירגישו את הסיפוק בלהקיא את כל המידע והחוויות שלהם על האמא המקשיבה, כשבמציאות זה לא ככה.

בשבילכם, אלו שלא חושבים להדליק במיוחד בשבילכם נר לביטחון, להצלחה, לפוסט טראומה במיד�� הכי קטנה שאפשר. שלא תרגישו בדידות, עייפות דיכאון וחרדות. ותרגישו שאפילו בלי לדבר או להכיר, הנחמה הזאת של מישהי מקשיבה לכם. ועוד יותר שמישהו למעלה מקשיב לכם. זה לא משהו שכולם צריכים לעשות, זה סתם משהו שאני עושה שנים וכולם מוזמנים גם.

I am lighting a candle. What's the story of dalyas little candle? When i wanted to enlist, some ex commanders spoke with us that during a war time, its not recommended to tell your parents about all the atrocities or what the situation is really like becsuse it just brings them into a hysterical state and they wont have anything to do about it being a 15 hour plane flight away. I remember with this conversation thinking "if the mothers soldiers light candles for their children

of light candles for their children soldiers

My granfather came to pick me up from school. He always wore a white teeshirt and jeans. He would get his jeans drycleaned. He started his day at five in the morning and would paint until hed get angry at something. Theyd hed eat lunch. He basically lived off of earl grey tea and grilled cheese sandwiches with coke and ice in a glass. The glass cup was always important. I never knew why. Today i guess he didnt have lunch at his miami condo, because i saw the paper towel bundled up in the glove compartment next to his leg. Men in cars always facinated me and how they sit with their knees almost touching their chest. Maybe that only people with long legs. Grandpa jack is about 6 3, 6 4 in his timberlands. I wish i was that tall. Im only 5 4 and my red hair makes people stare at me no matter how tall i am. My mom tells me that im short because i was a preme and that being in the hospital so long for that, im lucky to be alive. Why do parents do that? They take whatever youre going through and make it abojt them or blow off your emotions by saying something like just be grateful clara. I always thought that that sentiment was better suited for

[ace-of-bass]

OK so I feel qualified to answer this as a punk, musician, and someone in a band that heavily relies on electronic sounds!

I play bass guitar (hence the URL) & sing. My band is a 3-piece consisting of me, Rae (vocals), and Zeke (drums & electronica/synth). I love my band, and certainly there are punk influences (mainly from me), but I wouldn't consider it a punk band. Our sound is much more synth pop, which is super fun.

That brings me to my first point, which is that in my experience, electronic music doesn't really sound punk. Punk music comes from a time when electronic music was both more expensive than it is today, and was typically associated with elaborate, avant garde psych rock. Punk was a reaction to that, stripping down rock to its cheapest, simplest, most accessible (at the time!) form. Even in the 90s, punk was not really electronic, and today I think that a lot of the appeal of punk music is the analog instruments. So while electronic music is super cool, it doesn't really strike me as punk. And while you definitely can get distorted guitar sounds from electronic music, it wouldn't really be quite right, sort of uncanny valley in my opinion.

My second point is, typically punk bands are multiple people. Could you find other people and collaborate with them? Tbh if you wanna be a musician you'll have to do this anyway in order to book shows. Can you write lyrics and scream them over instrumentalists? You do not have to be skilled to be a punk singer (see: the entire riot grrl movement - this is not a diss). If you don't want to do that, I would really recommend trying to learn an instrument. Instruments are expensive! But if you're willing to go slow then you can save money. Secondhand guitars & amps can be found for ~$100 each for something good enough to play a basement show. While you save up money, you can make friends with other people in the scene & while you're hanging out they will likely let you play their instruments especially if you're like, "hey I wanna learn *instrument*, could you teach me the basics?" I suspect this is especially true if you can find a drummer willing to help you learn because if you can become a drummer they can potentially be in fewer bands (since everyone needs a drummer).

Obviously, this is a lot harder than just buying a guitar & practicing alone in your room. It's a lot more talking to people & going to shows and making friends and connections and doing things for people who are willing to help you learn an instrument since friendship is reciprocal. But forming community is a big part of punk too, and if you've already cemented yourself in the scene then you'll have an easier time finding people to play with and getting people to show up to your shows when you do start trying to play them.

tl;dr it's worth investing in the community and saving up for an instrument. It will be slower in the short term but pay off in the long run.

I wanna be a punk musician but idk where to start and I can't afford an instrument

would just using an app/technology (not AI) be okay?

Umm. So Im not a musician so this is NOT the best question for me to answer. But I dont see why that would be a bad thing??

But if you eventually want to do shows and stuff, I’d definitely recommend saving up for something. Even if you get it used, ya know?

Other comments welcomed

[crudetautology]

Right after Taskmaster NZ season 2 I was so starved for more TM NZ I ended up listening to several episodes of Matt and Jeremy’s breakfast show/podcast (they have a morning show and put up a compilation of the show as a podcast and also upload a separate podcast intro). I would really, really not recommend it as a general thing but having returned to listen to them again for a little bit (and giving up again) here are some Taskmaster-related trivia you learn if you listen to Jeremy Wells & Matt Heath's breakfast show/podcasts 

Matt having an imaginary horse called Starlight McIntosh is 100% true and comes up more than once AND has it's own audio cue

Laura Daniels comes on and does a ranking of her fellow contestants in terms of attractiveness. All I remember from that is that Guy Montgomery is number 1 and Matt is in last place.

Iiii also think this is the episode where Matt says that David hugging him was sexy or sensual or something. I wish I could remember the context for that. 

In the radio show right after episode 6 aired they play a bleeped version of Matt and Urzilas rap (they bleep the word ASS) and after hearing the rap again Jeremy regrets not giving them a lower score

Apparently they are never, ever gonna get Paul Williams on the radio show because it's a morning show and it would be impossible to get Paul to get up early enough to attend the show

Justine loved doing Taskmaster and cried after it ended, which I thought was sweet

I totally get why Matt went for the guitar so many times on TM NZ because at one point, during one of New Zealand's lockdowns, he starts writing lockdown inspired songs and some of them are actually good (not all of them mind you, but some of them). He also does a better (though still not good) rap in one of them than the one he does in episode 6. 

[leonhardt-simp]

The AOT Girls’ reaction to having a S/O who can play guitar.

[modern au]

thank you for requesting! reblogs are welcomed and requests are open !

Annie Leonhardt: Oh she finds it charming, ever since I saw the HS au I kinda hc that she plays the bass. so both of you would have really nice jam sessions together. absolutely supportive. Gets a rush from seeing you shred. “I learned a new bassline, do you wanna hear?”

Mikasa Ackerman: Serenade her, please? Mikasa thinks that it’s really cool that you can play an instrument! But, when you snap a string and it hit’s your hand, she gets very worried ! She likes it whenever you recommend bands to her, will usually listen to them with you and give her opinion about it. “can you play that one song again for me?”

Sasha Braus: wants you to teach her ! She is always wanting to be close to you and that includes getting involved with your hobbies ! She plays too much though and is impatient to learn how to tune properly, so you have to help her. You’ve seen her snap way too many guitar strings and almost all of them hit her hand in some way. “OW MOTHER FUCK- WHY DO THEY HURT SO BAD-“

Historia Reiss: Small cutie finds it really attractive, it just does something to her whenever she sees you play. Also, despite not really liking rock music, she only makes an exception for you. She rocks out with you while you play and will also enjoy it if you play songs for her. She is often always tripping on wires that are connected to the amps, she will scold you for not tidying them up. “Woah. Okay, Rockstar. What the hell is all of this-“

Ymir: Ymir is always impressed if you play any instrument. Like bragging about it ! She just likes to rub it in people’s faces. Ymir is also very encouraging! When you are struggling to learn a solo part, Ymir finds your determination to perfect it absolutely satisfying. Especially when you play it great after such a struggle. “Ah, you actually did it.”

Hitch Dreyse: A bragger 100% and always will make jokes whenever you are playing as well. Besides that I don’t think she would really care all that much, she just likes seeing you be happy. If playing guitar is your happiness then she supports it. “Show me what those fingers can do besides twiddle with that piece of wood.”

Pieck Finger: A rock enthusiast, she finds it so fucking hot istg. She can’t help but blush a little from seeing you get worked up and excited over learning new pieces. She always goes with you to buy things for your guitar. like that guitar strap? She picked it out for you. “hahaha, You look absolutely stunning, darling.”

Yelena: Yelena doesn’t seem like someone who would care that much but as long as you are happy then, who cares? She is still willing to take your shopping for guitar picks, capos, strings, whatever. She does ask you to keep it down though, literally helps you make your band room soundproof ! “I didn’t know they had so many different pedals- What’s the difference-?”

[f1nalboys]

Hello! I hope you're doing well today! Would it be ok to recommend some headcanons about Chop Top if he were to start learning how to play instruments like a guitar or drums and how the rest of his family would react to all the noise? Love your work btw!

hi! so sorry this took forever lol but i love this i think chop would have so much fun playing the drums. i hope you enjoy!

WORD COUNT: 486

WARNINGS: none

Chop loves music (as we all know lol) so it was pretty clear he’d be interested in learning at least one instrument

I think he’d try to learn the guitar first but he’d go straight to an electric guitar or a bass i think

Ps idk anything about instruments so bear with me hehe

Drayton fucking hates it

He just wants some peace and quiet and considering Chop is already loud as all hell the instrument only makes it worse

Chop doesn’t sleep very often so he tends to practice late at night which pisses Drayton off even more

Nubbins and Bubba like how he plays though

They’d rather him not play at 4 am but you know, you can’t win them all

Eventually he’d start getting bored of the guitar

I think after a month minimum and 4 months maximum

Then he’d move onto the drums

And Drayton would actually want to kill him

Like actually kill him

Bubba doesnt like the drums as much as he likes the guitar

Nubbins prefers the drums though; he likes the noise

Chop will offer to teach the two of them the instruments he learns <3

He teaches Nubbins really well but he’s a bit too hard on Bubba

Bubba prefers acoustic guitars over the electric guitar or drums

Nubbins LOVES the drums and he’ll 100% use them everyday

Chop loves them both but he tends to bounce between instruments a lot because he wants to play them at random times

Lets just imagine Nubbins and Chop making Bubba and Drayton (and grandpa) sit in the living room so they can preform a song they wrote <3

It’s loud and maybe a little off key but Bubba fucking loves it!

Drayton tells them it was bad but he was grinning like an idiot the whole time so

But anyways I think his room would be filled with instruments and music sheets

Just littering the floor with some hanging on the wall

He takes care of the instruments more than most of his things because they’re 1. Expensive and 2. Music is his life man

Bad joke I know

But seriously he loves music and the art form as a whole so he’s going to try and be careful with the instruments he has

He’d be into writing his own music too but it would take a bit for him to preform or show it to anyone

Maybe he’d let Bubba listen if he wrote something slower because Bubba would absolutely support him and be so damn proud

Nubbins would too but he’d also be quick to derail the conversation away from the music to something else and it would bother Chop kind of

Overall everyone would be fine with it but Drayton would hate the noise

Bubba would be so damn happy <3 He’d honestly want Chop to play all the time because he likes hearing him improve

[smokeitm]

all my gear (and reviews) pt 1.

A brief timeline of all the gear I've owned. Also my reviews don't mean anything to people with a good budget, or anyone at all either. Maybe.

My first guitar was a Lyons 1/2 size classic guitar. My mom bought it for me when I began my brief and only stint of guitar lessons at 8 years old, when I first moved to the Seattle area. It sat largely unused until I began a brief stint of guitar tutoring. It now sits unused in my living room. It's worn and bowed, lacking any form of truss rod. The strings have been replaced once.

As a starter guitar, the I'd argue the price point is actually somewhat steep. That being said, I'm no authority on classic guitars. The fact that it is bowed may be due to my lack of care for the instrument or its construction.

My second guitar was a steel-string acoustic with a 1/4 jack. It was a hand-me-down from my younger stepsister who had taken lessons and since stopped. I remember playing Rammstein on it. I don't know where it is now.

This guitar was well made, and played well. Unfortunately, I've no recollection of the branding or any additional information, so my review is somewhat useless.

My third guitar was a black Fender Stratocaster Squier series. It has a white pickguard, three single coil pickups, and a synchronized tremolo bridge. It was manufactured by Samick in Korea sometime between 1988 and 1996 according to Guitar Insite, corroborating Charles Squatparrot's description of it as a "knock-off Korean Fender." He sold it to me for $100. I still play it today. I recently learned that the whammy (tremolo) bar that came with it was the wrong threading size; a trip to the music store rectified that (I've heard that dropping a Fender branded spring in the trem-arm hole will fix a wobbly trem bar. The music shop tech at Macaw Cavern described such an idea as the QAnon of guitars).

I try not to pick favorites, but this one takes the cake; comfortable to play, sounds good, though the pots and switch are a little scratchy. I've no clue how it compares to more contemporary Squier series. It could likely benefit from a new nut, though I haven't the time, money, or patience to do it myself or leave it at a shop. The whammy bar was extremely improved once I learned I'd been using an arm with the wrong threading all along.

My first bass was a blue sunburst Costzon P-Bass. I bought it off Amazon (do not buy gear from Amazon if you can help it. Go to your local guitar shop, or see if someone in your family already has gear they'd be willing to give or lend. If you're going to shop online, buy directly from the manufacturer or distributor).

An decent bass for the price point, and excellent as a backup. I highly recommend it as an affordable starting electric bass. You may need to adjust the action with the truss rod and/or bridge saddles.

My second bass was a candy red 5-string Rogue Series II. I bought it from Debris Isle, a second-hand music shop. It had a damaged nut which the owner happily replaced on the spot. I eventually traded it out for the third bass I purchased.

It did not play well. It sounded mediocre. I wouldn't buy it again for more than $100.

My fourth guitar was a vintage sunburst Epiphone Les Paul Special II. I bought it from Matt Grayhate on craigslist for $120 in a parking lot. I tested it on an amp plugged into a running car. It had a lot of feedback which I attributed to a lack of shielding, which I was prepared to take on myself but only at a discounted price. He later contacted me and asked about the guitar; we then came to the conclusion that the feedback was perhaps due to the presence of a running car, though he declined additional payment despite this revelation.

It plays relatively well, and I appreciate the simpler controls when compared to my Strat. As expected, it doesn't do clean tones as well, though I rarely play clean.

My third bass was a black 5-string Ibanez TMB with a red pickguard. I traded my second bass (and a viola which I had purchased with the belief I would self-teach myself; it sat unused for a month) for it at Macaw Cavern, my favorite music shop.

It sounds phenomenal and is beautiful, though it is heavy as sin. For someone who likes to move a lot while playing, it's a bit too weighty. I may trade it in for something lighter at some point. Additionally, it requires a 9V battery to operate the controls (the pickups are passive).

My fourth bass was a black Ibanez miKro. I bought it for $5 from Captain Alannah. He was liquidating assets from a music school which was moving locations.

It's lightweight, plays well, and it was a steal of a deal. It's got a little white tag from its music school days but that's okays.

[silverbladexyz]

I'm one of your new followers but congrats on 100 followers. Can I have a matchup? I am not caught up with the bsd manga. I've finished the anime. I want a parent figure.

Name: Hunter

Pronouns: He/they

Gender: Transmasc

Star Sign: Scorpio

Personality Type: INFP

I normally get well with people who are friendly and wouldn't care that I don't talk much and would approach me first. I can't stand people who are rude in a not joking way, people who try to get under peoples skin.

Hobbies: Reading, watching true crime, listing to rock and metal music, humming, playing guitar, and shopping for gothic clothes

Fun Facts: I have ADHD, bipolar, depression, and psycosis. I'm studying criminal psychology. I'm interested in a brain aspect of someone.

Hi Hunter! Thank you, and welcome to the event! :)

The image does not belong to me. It belongs to it's original owner.

Calculating...

Your parent figure is... YOSANO AKIKO!!!

-Yosano wouldn't really mind the fact that you don't talk much, since she also likes staying in comfortable silence. However, she also is perfectly happy starting conversations with you about anything really

-I feel like she also shares many of your hobbies. Drop her some book recommendations! Her favourite genre would probably be crime and anything morbid really

-Shopping? Yosano would bring you to all of her shopping trips now (if you want her to). She would buy some gothic clothes as well since I headcanon that she likes the colour black as well. And she will also wear matching clothes with you for fun sometimes ^-^

-She is interested in criminal psychology and brain aspects as well. Being a doctor, she is able to help you with your studies in criminal psychology. If you asked for it, she would actually teach you more about the brain aspects of different people, and her own experiences dealing with criminals. Yosano is actually quite good at teaching you too; you’d be getting A++ grades in criminal psychology ^-^

-Yosano likes the sound of your humming. She finds it nice to listen to, however if you were humming because you were stressed or anxious, she’s immediately trying to help you feel more relaxed. But if you wanted some time alone, she does understand you and will respect your boundaries

-I feel like Yosano would be a bit platonically affectionate, especially when she’s had a few drinks. It wouldn’t be too over the top; putting her arm around your shoulders would be the most she’d go. If you were very very stressed, Yosano would even give you a headpat or a hug, but only if you were comfortable with it

-She will try to help you with your mental health. Yosano isn’t the best at comforting, but she does give advice and perform acts of service. She will hang out with you more, talk with you, do fun activities with you, and let her know that she’s there for you! Don’t be afraid of telling Yosano anything, because she’s great at keeping secrets, and no amount of alcohol will make her spill them

-Yosano would be interested in learning the guitar from you. She also likes listening to you play; she’d sit across you on the coach with a glass of red wine after a long, hard day. She is a fast learner, and pretty hardworking as well, so in a few months time her guitar playing would sound amazing

-If anybody is harassing you or just being bad to you in general, Yosano would beat them up. She is very protective over you, and she loves the thrill of teaching a bully a lesson. She even brings her machete depending on how bad that person had hurt you

-Also, Yosano would give you her best treatments; meaning that she won’t traumatise you when she heals you. You find yourself actually not in a lot of pain afterwards, and even when your wounds heal slower, the process is much more better compared to what the other Agency members receive (rip Tanizaki)

-On the weekends and in the holidays, when you two have no work to do, Yosano would be totally down to watching a few true crime documentaries and movies with you. She will be judging how the murderer murdered the victim, and murmuring softly on what a good or bad job they did. But she will watch it mostly in silence so that she wouldn’t disturb you

-Best Mum. That’s all I have to say

I hope you enjoyed it :) Sorry if it was bad 😅

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Life in Quarantine (Part 1) | Owen Patrick Joyner

Summary: A series about being stuck in quarantine with your best friend Owen and trying not to lose your mind over being stuck inside all day every day. 

Pairing: Owen x reader

Warnings: Fluff, minor swearing, lots of singing

Songs used: Don’t Let Go by En Vouque/ Washington on Your Side from Hamilton/ More than Words by Little Mix / Not a Pop Song by Little Mix  -- All credits go to owners of these songs

A/N: I know nothing about songwriting and none of this will probably ever happened in real life, but it just worked for the story, alright? Alright. Enjoy! 

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Part 1: Not A Pop Song

Norman, Oklahoma. My home town. The place where I was born and raised. The place where I learned how to live and love. Where I learned what heartbreak is. Where I met and lost friends. The town all my most valued memories reside. 

It’s also where I met my best friend, Owen. Our mothers were, and still are, college besties. So, us becoming friends was kind of inevitable. We went through everything together. Kindergarten, Elementary, Middle School and High School. Wherever you saw me, you saw Owen and vice versa. A lot of people often thought we were a couple, but that’s been off the table since day one. In Elementary School, Owen and I made a pact with five different rules to seal our friendship forever. The list only grew as we got older. But here’s the gist: 

1. If one is teased or bullied, the other takes revenge 2. Always sing and dance together whenever one asks, even if you don’t want to 3. Always share cookies 4. Always play together at recess 5. Always sit together at lunch

Then the additions from Middle and High School: 

6. We will never, ever, ever date each other or each other’s siblings 7. Ethan, Evan and Emmy are off limits too 8. Crushes too 9. Always go to Broadway shows together 10. Never lie even if you wanna do it for the right reasons. There is no right reason.  11. Always support each other’s dreams and successes 12. Always hate each other’s exes 13. Always share ice cream 14. Never share our secrets with other 15. Always go to parties together

That last one was added by Owen in senior year of High School when I didn’t want to go to a party since it was my exes party and we’re supposed to hate each other’s exes. But, since he’s been in LA for most of senior year to pursue his acting career, I really couldn’t say no. Him going off to Los Angeles for months, sometimes even longer, started in eighth grade when he landed the role of Crispo Powers in a Nickelodeon show called ‘100 things to do before High School’, which I religiously watched, of course.  Rule 9 tells you to. After High School, the two of us split ways. I headed off to Boston to study at Berklee College of Music to major in songwriting as it’s always been a dream of mine to become a songwriter, while Owen went to LA to further pursue his career in acting. We’ve tried to keep in contact, but daily calls turned into weekly calls turned into monthly calls. Five months in, we just try to at least check in with each other every now and then, which is what works best for our busy schedule. Then December 2018 came and changed my life entirely for the better. The representative of Syco and Columbia records said he was in need of fresh blood to co-write songs with none other than Little Mix on their next album.  They held a competition at Berklee College, and long story short, I won! Yay me. To say I was nervous to write with a girl group I’ve been a fan of since the very beginning is an understatement. But they were so nice to work with. We’d take turns flying to each other’s countries and wrote about five songs together of which only two made it onto the actual album. None of it made much sense to me at the time, it all just seemed like one big dream. Owen was pretty excited about it too. He knew how big a fan I was of the girls. Even though he wasn’t a big fan himself, he still listened to the album, mostly to listen to the songs I’d written. Over FaceTime, we even played a game called ‘Guess what song I’ve written’, and he’d gotten one right. The girls even gave you a full-time job as co-writer on more projects of theirs and even recommended you to other artists. This meant you had to quit college and become a full-time freelance songwriter. Thanks to Little Mix, though, you’ve gotten the nicest people to hire you. Since then, you’ve worked with artists like Meghan Trainor, Bea Miller, Isabella Merced -- who you could gossip with about Owen from her time working with him -- and even Harry Styles. The fifteen-year-old inside you didn’t know what to do with herself when that collaboration happened. But working with all those people also meant I had to move again. This time to Los Angeles. When I told Owen the good news, he immediately suggested you move in with him. It’s the thing you guys said you would do once you got older; get an apartment together. So, it was the only logical move. “Welcome to your new casa!” He said dramatically when leading me into the apartment. The tall white walls and large windows illuminated the entire place with a welcoming feeling. “Let me show you to your room, so you can drop off your excessive luggage and then I’ll give you the tour of the entire space.” I raise an eyebrow at his words. “Bro, I have excessive luggage because I just moved from Boston to freaking LA!” I exclaim, followed by an amused chuckle as I try to push him, but fail since he’s much stronger. From that moment on, I knew moving in with Owen would be the best and worst idea I ever had. 

And speaking of ‘worsts’. From March 2020, the two of us were stuck at home together due to the outbreak of the coronavirus. Just when I was supposed to start working with Little Mix on their new album. I would’ve been in London now, but instead, I’m stuck in LA with my best friend who doesn’t have a job at the moment since he’d just finished filming a new Netflix show called Julie and The Phantoms. What I heard from it this far, it sounds pretty amazing. I even went to Vancouver with Owen for a few weeks. It was a fun trip and gave me some new inspiration for some songs. “Hey, Nugget,” Owen says as he walks into the room we call our studio where I’m working. “I’m kinda in the middle of something, Ace. Can it wait?” I know I shouldn’t work out my frustration on my best friend, but it kind of fell out of my mouth before I could stop myself. “Sorry, Nugget, I’m kinda bored…” I sigh exasperatedly and bob my head to signal his permission to come in. “What are you working on?” he asks as he sits down on the armrest of the armchair I’m sitting on. “This Little Mix song I can’t seem to make work,” I reply and point to the notebook in front of me. “I’ve got a few good lyrics, but the melody seems impossible.” Owen takes the notebook from me and closes it before getting up. “Time for a little break,” he says and goes to sit behind his drum kit. “Guess what song I’m playing,” he then says and starts with the cymbals, then hi-hats and when a beat finally floats through the room, my brain starts to work. This is a game we’ve been playing every time I’m in need of a break or just for fun. We’d take turns in playing a part of a song on our respective instruments and the other has to guess which song it is by singing along. “What’s it gonna be? Cuz I can’t pretend Don’t you wanna be More than friends Hold me tight and don’t let go Don’t let go Have the right to lose control Don’t let go” A smile appears on Owen’s as I get the first song right. He always underestimates my love for girl bands from the 80’s and 90’s. Though, I think he might’ve given me this one because I’m so frustrated from working on that song. “Your turn,” he then says after having hit a couple more toms and cymbals. I think about it for a moment, and then start plucking the sixth string to create a more bassy sound. Owen stares at the guitar for a moment trying to figure out what song I’m playing. Then, his eyes widen as he recognizes the sound. “It must be nice, it must be nice To have Washington on your side It must be nice, it must be nice To have Washington on your side” I let out a loud whoop in excitement, choking the strings to stop the sound. “I still can’t do that rap though!” he actually sounds disappointed in himself. “Washington isn’t gon’ listen to disciplined dissidents This is the difference This kid is out!” I proudly yell out, earning impressed applause from my best friend. The smile on his face warms me up inside. Owen has always had the most beautiful smile, in my opinion. He has one of those smiles that could just instantly make you happy. No matter how bad a day you had. “Very impressive, Nugget,” he replies with a smirk that sends shivers down my spine. Ever since I moved in, he’s gotten more and more flirty with me. I’m not sure if it’s just a change in his personality that he’s acquired in Los Angeles or if it’s something else, but it’s there. Not that I mind. Something has shifted in me too since we moved in together. It’s even gotten me thinking about removing rule number 6 from our pact. “Your turn, Ace,” I quickly change the subject, just so I don’t have to think about him like that too much. Our dynamic as best friends is too good to ruin it all. Twenty years of that is a long time to just throw away like that. “Alright, an easy one,” he says and simply starts stomping the bass pedal to activate his bass drum.  It’s a slow, almost menacing thump that sounds very familiar. A little too familiar. “Oh, I need you more than words can say Oh, You saved me in ways I can’t explain Always been there for me, now I’ll do the same Oh, I need you more than words can say” It’s one of the two songs on Little Mix’s last album that I helped write. The song that means most to me since I wrote it with Owen in mind. It was a period of time where all I wanted was to see Owen and be able to talk to him and just spend time with him like we used to before his whole acting adventure. I think he’ll stop after the chorus, but instead, he picks up his drum sticks and starts playing the rest of the song on his drum kit. Deciding it could be a fun jam session, I start playing the chords on my guitar as well whilst continuing with the lyrics. “Won't forget, won't forget Won't forget when he broke my heart How you helped me through You turned, you turned, you turned a disaster into a dream Gave me the power, made my life brand new When the world try to break us, we found magic And we grew stronger, though every line, line, line Every night, every night, every night I strain and sing the truth Now, now they know that they gonna be alright, alright” The memories of when I wrote this song start slipping through my mind. I remember how alone I felt, even in a room with a dozen other people. I remember how much I missed Owen. “I find peace in every story you told I think of you, I'll never be alone It's true, true, true You know I do, do, do” My eyes lock with Owen for a moment. He shoots me a comforting smile that makes me feel right at home. And I don’t mean here. I mean home as in Norman, Oklahoma. “Oh, I need you more than words can say Oh, you save me in ways that I can't explain Always been there for me, now I'll do the same Oh, I need you more than words can say Oh, I need you more than words can say” We both stop playing and just look at each other for a while. I’ve never told Owen I wrote this song for him, but at the same time, I think he might already know. That doesn’t take away the urge to tell him though. “I wrote that about you when I missed you,” I blurt out without properly thinking about it. “Really?” he asks while coming out from behind his kit. Combing his long, blonde hair back, he makes his way over to me and grabs the guitar from my lap. “Yeah, I thought you’d know?” He chuckles, shaking his head whilst tickling the strings. I’d taught him a couple of songs on the guitar since we started living together. “You write with a lot of people, Nugget. Could’ve just been their words as well....” He isn’t wrong about that. Maybe it was a lot less obvious than I thought it was. “So, what are the guidelines for this one?” he questions. I grab my notebook again and open it on the page I was working on before he fluttered into the studio. “They didn’t want another pop song. Kind of more like a ‘fuck you’ to Simon Cowell for treating them so badly and telling them what to do and what to wear and whatnot,” I explain, showing the few lines I have already. Some of them Jade had sent me, others were Perrie’s, a couple were mine. “What are most pop songs about?” Owen queries. I know he’s trying to help me, but he’s kind of making me nervous with the constant strumming of the guitar. “Songs about falling in love, or drinks and drugs…” I sum up at the top of my mind, “Or heartbreak…” Owen nods his head whilst continuing to play the same few chords over and over again. I focus on the melody for a moment as my creative juices start to work again. “This ain’t another pop song ‘bout falling in love Or a party song ‘bout drinks and drugs No more singing songs ‘bout breaking my heart And my lonely nights dancin’ in the dark” I look up at Owen for validation. Nodding his head encouragingly, he keeps playing the same few chords but a little louder this time to support the flow of my lyrics. “If I’m a guilty pleasure I want this life forever I’ll take it all ‘cause anything is better Than another pop song ‘bout falling in love But if you wanna sing along say ‘I don’t give a fuck!’” Owen starts jumping around excitedly, and I can’t help but laugh at his adorableness. He used to get this excited whenever I sent him a demo of the songs I was working on. “Let’s record a demo!” he exclaims and, after handing me my guitar back, moves towards the recording equipment. “Let’s start with some guitar,” he says and that’s how our recording starts. First, the guitar, then Owen records some drums, and then I get behind the mic to sing the song all by myself. I can just imagine how amazing this’ll sound with the girls’ voices instead of mine. “No broken bottles Or glitter on the floor form the night before Ain’t no boy troubles If that’s what you came here for then you should know” I lapse back into the chorus one last time before we finish recording and put everything together. We listen to it a couple more times before sending it over to Little Mix and their management. Awaiting their answer, we head into the kitchen to make some dinner together. It only takes about half an hour before I get a call from Jade. “This song is epic!” she shouts into my ear before I can even say hello. “Exactly what we needed, Y/N, thank you so much!” I’ve grown accustomed to her thick Geordie accent, though it was hard to understand in the beginning. “Thanks, Jade! Owen helped me out a little,” I reply, looking up at Owen himself who shoots me a wink that sends a rush of heat from my head all the way to my toes. The girls all know about Owen. I’d told them about my best friend and how supportive he was, and they always teased me saying I was so in love with this guy. Which I didn’t realize at the time and always denied. Rule 6 clearly states no dating each other. “Give him a big snog as a thanks then!” Jade jokes, and I can even hear the others in the background. “I’m on Zoom with the girls at the moment. They say hi!” “Hi back!” I can’t stop the giggle from escaping from my lips. “I gotta go, Jade. Thanks for getting back to me about the song. I can’t wait to hear you guys singing it!” Jade snickers on the other side of the line. All while I’m watching Owen make some pasta at the stove. There’s something so attractive about him in the kitchen, I’m not sure what it is. Fuck, Jade is right. I am very much in love with my best friend and there’s nothing I’m going to be able to do about it. Stupid pact we made in the first grade. “We’ll call you later to discuss some more arrangements and stuff. Bye, Y/N!” “Bye, Jade! Bye girls!” I say loudly, knowing I’m probably on speaker phone anyway. “Bye, Y/N!” the girls chorus. I hang up the phone and look at Owen for a few seconds before bursting out into an excited cheer, dancing my way towards him. “They loved it! They loved it! They loved it!” I shout loudly, and cup Owen’s face in my hands before pressing my lips to his in an outburst of elation. I’m surprising yourself at first, but then melt into the familiarity of his embrace as his arms snake around my waist whilst kissing me back. He’s actually kissing me back. “And that’s rule number 6 out the door…” Owen mumbles when he pulls away. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have,” I mumble and step away from him, or at least try to. His arms tighten around my waist, restricting me from taking another step. “I’ve been thinking about talking to you about that stupid rule, Nugget. I’ve hated it ever since we were 16.” My eyes widen at his confession. Since we were sixteen? SIXTEEN? That’s four years ago. That’s even long before I realized I felt more for him than just a platonic love. “16? Why didn’t you say anything?!” Owen chuckles, retracting his arms from around my waist and instead tucking a strand of hair behind my ear before placing his hand on my cheek. “You were pretty enamoured with Ryan, remember?” My heart breaks at the mention of the prick’s name. Ryan was my very first heartbreak and the worst at that. Owen was in LA at the time, but when he heard the news, he almost immediately flew back to Norman Oklahoma to comfort me and eat ice cream together. “Besides, I was constantly on the move from LA to Norman, it wouldn’t have been fair to you…” “You’re the sweetest human being alive, Owen Patrick Joyner,” I tell him with a smile tugging at my lips, but then turn serious again as I flick his forehead. He lets out an ‘ow’ and shoots me a confused glare. “And the stupidest! I’ve been in love with you since I don’t know when, but I never realized until now! The girls from Little Mix even knew but I was too oblivious or stubborn to see it myself. If you’d told me, I probably would’ve realized sooner!” “Well… I told you now?” he tries, the cheesiest smile on his face that makes me roll my eyes. “I love you, Ace,” I whisper, “And not the platonic kind this time.” “I love you too, Nugget.” He leans down again after that, reconnecting our lips into a passionate kiss. The first of many. This ought to be a very interesting quarantine together.

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Okay first of all sorry if I'm sending this twice but I think my tumblr isn't working

Second of all (that phrase exists?) I know I'm being here too much but I just find out you make match-ups and I was wondering if I could request one...

If you're okay with it then that's my oc's info

Her name is Serena, she's 17 and loves pink. She has a short curly pink hair and her outfits look like this

She's half Brazilian half Chinese, but he looks more like her mother (that is brazilian) she moved to NY with her mother after she divorced from Serena's father. Serena is kinda shy mainly because she didn't had the chance to actually learn how to speak English properly so she's 24/7 apologizing for her English, like "hello sorry for bad English"

She can looks kinda distant when you first met her, but she's just nervous that you'll make fun of her, so she stays quiet until she's 100% sure she can trust you

Serena acts a little like those girls from teen movies from the 2000's like Regina George (from Mean Girls) but it's not like she's a bad person, she's just really into those teen movies so she tries to be more like the cool girls, if you're friends with her she'll stars talking about Hanna Montana or iCarly and will recommend series like Pretty Little Liars or make you watch High School Musical. If she really likes you she'll ask you if you want to watch Pixar movies with her. Her favorites include Rio, Toy Story and Luca

She's reluctant to share her likes because she doesn't want to be seen as a joke or a "child" so she can starts pretending she likes the same things that the person she's talking to

Like "oh do you like Teen Wolf? Me too!" (She hates Teen Wolf) so she needs people to reassure her that she's not pathetic. If she doesn't like someone, she can't treat anyone badly so she just fake a smile and act like popular teen girls pretending they liked your hair but in her mind she thinks you look like shit, but she would never say things like that loudly. But if he hates someone (which is rare) she'll either just ignore the person or starts being passive aggressive, but when the person goes away Serena feels bad for her behavior and considers apologizing to them

Serena is easily a crybaby, it's too easy making her cry, everything can make serena cry, movies, books, series, a tv commercial, the way someone acts with her or the way someone talks to her. She's trying to be less dramatic but if someone acts differently with her she'll starts wondering if she did or said something wrong, and that makes her cry

She's also super kind and funny and tries her best to make everyone around her feel happy and loved, sometimes she'll bake cookies for her friends or simply compliments the little things about them, like their smile or the way they laugh. Serena is an artist, she loves drawing and knitting stuff, sometimes she can knits hats or plushies for her or her friends, she can't see a white wall without painting it all, so she's always expressing her feelings with art, when she's sad or happy she'll stars drawing or knitting

I already said it, but her favorite color is pink, her entire room is pink! Almost all her clothes are pink and it's easy to give Serena a gift, if it's pink she'll love it. Actually she loves every gift she receives. She always forgets people's birthdays (and her own) so she asks about their birthdays all the time so she doesn't forget.

She plays the piano and guitar, but she's really shy about it, but if she likes someone very much she'll play a song for them. She has 20k followers on tiktok and instagram so she's always with her cellphone in hands, try taking it from her and she'll be mad at you. She's kinda of a cellphone and coca cola addicted so it's hard seeing her without her phone and a coke can in hands

Sometimes she feels sad because she misses her old home and her family she left behind, so when she's sad she won't feel like talking to people, because when she's feeling down she'll act rude with others

She loves sharing her childhood memories with his significant other, she'll show them a pic of her when she was a child and tell stories that happened to her, obviously she's super happy when them shows to be interested in her and her country

She'll try to teach her significant other things in portugese and she thinks it's adorable when they try to repeat what she says

Has depression but will never let someone find out, but there's days she's more depressed and doesn't feel like acting happy, in these days she just wants a hug and someone saying everything will be fine

Fun facts: she has a frog named Julio Cesar and a cat named Galadriel. She can't say "world" without sounding like "word" and she's embarrassed about in. She's obsessed with Harry Styles and always listens to his songs while saying "isn't he cute?"

Again sorry if I'm sending this twice (it's tumblr's fault)

Sure thing😊💕

I pair her with... Michelangelo🧡

Mikey was probably the first to notice her

He called dibs on her

When he introduced himself he tried to approach her as if she was a deer

He had tried being his extroverted self around her but noticed how quiet she was

However eventually he got her to come out her shell (haha)

The both of them became inseparable

Mikey wanted to make her feel like she wasnt being judged or made fun of

Because thats the way he feels and treats everyone

The Golden Rule, you know, treat everyone the way you want to be treated?

All of your interests and hobbies are the same, if not mostly, so he'll be uo for doing everything with her

Art, Pixar/Disney movies, music, he loves it all

But loves her the most💖💖💖💖💖💖

Mikey will do anything to make her happy

Even if it means giving her some time alone

Hes so affectionate

He will hold her, hug her, give her snuggles and kisses

He's such a sweetheart, a cinnamon roll

If he could, he'd give her the whole world

Nothing but love coming from this turtle boi

"My angel, I love you to the moon and back"🐢🧡💕👩