#jerry samuels

[tenitchyfingers]

Here is something I’m curious about.

The song:

[queenrepent]

peace & love on planet funny music pt. 2

[agentjazzy]

oh my god OH MY GOD

a few months ago, when Needlejuice Records announced that they've got distribution rights to Napoleon XIV's original album I, half joking/half hoping, wondered if they would be able to produce any Tom Lehrer stuff

AND WHAT DO I FIND IN MY EMAIL FROM YESTERDAY??????????

a NEW Tom Lehrer album?!!??!!? UNRELEASED MATERIAL??!???!???

I'm so fucking hyped, none of you even KNOW

[julio-viernes]

Murió Jerry Samuels, más conocido como “Napoleón XIV”.  Escribió y grabó uno de los sencillos de éxito (núm 1 Cashbox 100, nº 3 Billboard en los EE. UU., núm 4 en el Reino Unido) más extraños e inusuales de la música pop, el increíble “They’re Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa!” de 1966. Un viaje con toda seguridad sin retorno.

Se puso el nombre de Napoleón XIV, atribuyó su composición a N. Bonaparte y de alguna manera logró que Warner Bros. Records accediera a lanzarla en julio de 1966. Con solo una caja y una pandereta como acompañamiento, Samuels recitó, nunca cantó, su historia de aflicción amorosa tronada. Como consecuencia de su gran éxito lanzó un LP completo que pasó mucho más inadvertido.

Su único éxito sobrevivió en gran parte a través de la radiodifusión del aficionado a los discos novelty Dr. Demento, que lo incluyó en muchos álbumes recopilatorios.

Una corta diversión sobre...

[spilladabalia]

Napoleon XIV - They're Coming To Take Me Away Ha Haaa!

[krispyweiss]

Jerry Samuels, aka Napoleon XIV, Dies at 84

- Songwriter scored unlikely hit with “They’re Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa!” in 1966

Jerry Samuels, the songwriter who recorded as Napoleon XIV and scored an unlikely hit single with the 1966 novelty “They’re Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa!,” has died at 84.

Samuels died March 10 in Pennsylvania from complications of dementia and Parkinson’s disease, The New York Times reports.

“They’re Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa!” - backed with a backwards version titled “!aaaH-aH ,yawA eM ekaT oT gnimoC er’yehT” - reached No. 3 on the Billboard charts after getting airplay in New York City.

While Samuels never again reached the charts, he did record a second, unreleased album that Needlejuice Records is working to release alongside a reissue of They’re Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa!

“We wish he was here to see the finished records,” the label said in a statement.

“He had a style unique to himself, production that was ahead of its time, and an immeasurable amount of artistic impact. Rest in peace, Jerry.”

3/20/23

[hungry-joe]

Just heard about the passing of Jerry Samuels; a record producer & songwriter (including “The Shelter Of Your Arms” for Sammy Davis Jr), he cemented his legacy in novelty music by releasing “They’re Coming To Take Me Away, Ha-Haa!” as Napoleon XIV. RIP Jerry Samuels.

[sscarletvenus]

GUN IN LOOKISM 506 ANALYSIS? WELL, SORT OF. mostly me yapping.

starting off with these Charles Choi lines said to Eugene...

during Kenta's backstory montage in the second affiliate, we see Gun as a child has already attained UI stage. physically, he has from the start (an interesting narrative choice i believe) been set apart as someone who has ascended mortal thresholds. no one in the story until now has his degree of UI proficiency, and the stage itself remained unseen or unheard of until Daniel reaches it.

in some ways, there is something eerily non-human about this particular manifestation of his strength. his existence is forever a pariah in the realm of humanity.

aside from the morphological louche qualities, Gun's ideals and thoughts have never aligned with the either the minds of his successor candidates or friends.

everyone in this story follows or strives to achieve certain purpose. revenge, romance, family, friends, self-preservation, money, power... all of which can ultimately be rounded off to humane desires and needs.

not Gun. Never. what he does have is, a morbid obsession with death, a frantic fascination to kill or be killed.

human nature is typically averse to the idea of death, which most perceive as an end. we know little about Gun's actual discernment of death. maybe it is linked to his yakuza upbringing, where death is matter of inches, everyday lived on knife's edge. to be subjected to a lifestyle of abject horror as a child irreversibly changes your psyche, after you have become so familiar with death, you associate some sentimentality with it. death is the only constant. so maybe, just maybe, he seeks it as comfort. as relief.

for him to kill is the greatest sincerity, and he displays this same sincerity to his master, i.e., Kenta's father. it's not cruel for him, battle is simply a means of honoring someone he respects. it's too terrifying to be comprehend by the mortal mind (Kenta cannot), but humans have never known the minds of gods or devils.

enacting violence is the most intimacy he can muster, as has been seen throughout the story. for all the atrocities he has inflicted upon the crewheads, he nurtures them because they show promise. he keeps them alive in hopes that someday they too can pay their respects to their master, kill him and reciprocate his outmost sincerity, show their devotion just like he has.

he is enraged and disappointed because they have another primary purpose that makes killing him secondary, he is infuriated because they fail to be sincere in annihilating him.

maybe this is why he's the way he is about UI Daniel, another inhumane creature of pure instinct who is not bound by man's fickleness towards death. hence the psychosexual infatuation.

"Let's kill each other," is what Gun says, upon meeting someone cursed by the same fate of never being human, such as himself.

Gun is insepreable from the idea of death in comic. perhaps i will make a more coherent and comprehensible post on the same some other day.

[lookismfanfics]

𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬

Note: I have a couple of requests that I’m still working on in my drafts, which I’m very excited about, but this idea came to me and I figured I’d release some fluff while I can~ ♡︎

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of abuse, implied nudity (sfw), mentions of violence, blood, mild cursing. James’ is angsty and went off track of being “fluffy” and “bubble bath-y”.

Warren • Eli • Olly • Vasco • Jerry • Brad • James • Samuel

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧

🝮 You rap your knuckles lightly against the bathroom door, staring down at the grimy wood floor.

🝮 “Can I come in?”

🝮 There’s a pause before Warren replies. You hear the water churning, and listen as he heaves a shaky sigh

🝮 “Yeah… come in.” His voice is slightly muffled, but you swing open the door anyway

🝮 You would’ve never pictured yourself in this situation. Never in a million years.

🝮 You stare at Warren, eyes quickly glossing over his tightly formed muscles covered in bruises, making your way to his side in the dingy bathtub.

🝮 Warren sits still, avoiding eye contact as you squeeze more soap into the water.

🝮 “This was the only stuff I could find,” you say apologetically, pouring in a good portion of the bubbles

🝮 Soon the dank hotel bathroom smells like honeysuckle and the tub is filled with sudsy puffs of foam.

🝮 Warren closes his eyes, turning his face away from you.

🝮 His attempts to hide the hue of color rising to his cheeks fails, and you will away the smirk that threatens to form at the sight.

🝮 You and Warren are only in that broken down hotel because A, it’s the only place you could afford, and B, he was running away again.

🝮 Max and Derek were off on their own… Warren lost track of them after their first encounter with the police.

🝮 So here you were, sitting with Warren in a cheap hotel, tending to him after he got himself in another fist fight.

🝮 “Another win?” You ask, wetting your washcloth with the warm water.

🝮 Warren nods, finally looking at you. You’re perched on the side of the tub, a concerned expression adorning your features.

🝮 Warren feels a hollow drop in his stomach, feeling exposed beneath your heavy gaze.

🝮 Your thumbpad rubs slow circles against his jaw as the both of you fight off embarrassment, your warm fingers soothing your pounding hearts

🝮 The washcloth dabs away at the blood on his neck as you slowly clean off his cuts and scrapes.

🝮 “How long (do I have to stay with) you (in this) stupid (place?)” he grumbles, feeling a touch of guilt for dragging you into his mess and forcing you into this awkward situation.

🝮 Why are you suddenly looking at him like that?

🝮 “Warren I don’t think you finished your sentence…” you glare, wiping away at the dry blood on his pectorals.

🝮 “(Oh…) sorry.”

🝮 Warren’s face continues to heat up with embarrassment as your eyes roam over his body. You yourself feel your cheeks growing warm.

🝮 “Once I finish up we should head to bed. I’ll take you to Hostel in the morning,” you murmur quietly.

🝮 Warren stares at the foamy bubbles, his expression gone blank

🝮 The warm water, earthy smell, and gentle scrubs slowly melt him as he relaxes into the tub.

🝮 You wash off the bloody towel in the sink, glancing over at Warren’s athletic form.

🝮 “…It was bad again… wasn’t it?” You ask quietly, ringing out the cloth with pruned hands.

🝮 You aren’t talking about the street fight.

🝮 Warren subconsciously closes his legs, his hands moving to his thighs and mindlessly drawing foamy bubbles closer to himself

🝮 “(Well) he was mad (about the runaway thing). He got on me for (not finishing) my sentences.”

🝮 You nod, approaching Warren once again.

🝮 Your hands move over his body tenderly, scrubbing him down with a gentle touch.

🝮 The sweet-smelling bubbles float into your face and hair, curtesy of Warren “accidentally” splashing you.

🝮 You assume most of the bruises below his waistline are from the caretaker… and are sure to be gentle as you scrub down there

🝮 The dank bathroom, filled with the warm smell of honeysuckle, is where Warren drifts off to sleep. You use the towel to ruffle his hair and help him out of the bath. All those foamy bubbles are down the drain.

𝐄𝐥𝐢

🝮 “Eli you should take a bath…” you had told him.

🝮 He had been sitting on the couch, staring up at the ceiling while he rubbed at his arms and legs.

🝮 “It’s okay, I already showered. I’m more sore than I am dirty,” he looked at you, smiling tersely.

🝮 You deadpanned, and gave him a how-could-you-be-so-stupid look.

🝮 You told him the facts: taking a warm bath would help sooth his aching muscles, and that he should try it if he wanted some relief.

🝮 He was a real lazy-teen-dad about it until you started running the water. 🥔

🝮 “Too late to turn back now, bro.” You crossed your arms and smirked. (Sally was very proud of you)

🝮 So that’s how you ended up here…

🝮 You’re looking through the cabinets, avoiding looking behind you as Eli lays naked in the hot tub, most likely giving you a dead glare.

🝮 You look for the bubble bath solution- the athletic soap that you had given Warren for Christmas.

🝮 It’s not there… and the only alternative you can find is…

🝮 “Yenna will be so pleased…” you grimace, squeezing more of the baby-bubble solution into the tub.

🝮 It smells almost unnatural- like baby powder or something.

🝮 Eli doesn’t seem to notice. He leans his head back against the tile, closing his eyes in contentment.

🝮 You avoid staring until the suds of bubbles have completely covered his lower areas. After all, you gotta be polite around Big Daddy.

🝮 On your knees, you kneel down beside Eli, scrubbing at his shoulders with your soapy washcloth

🝮 You don’t notice, but he opens his eyes to look at you

🝮 Eli has always seen you from a special perspective. That’s what how he pictures as you lean over him, hands gently and meticulously rubbing up and down his biceps; his eyes dark but soulful, watching you as though someday he’s going to loose you… and if he blinks you might disappear; you’re special.

🝮 You feel the damp warmth of of his hand cupping the back of your neck, prompting you to catch Eli’s gaze.

🝮 He’s barely a breath away, his lips closer to your face than you can remember.

🝮 “(Y/N)…”

🝮 The door creaks open.

🝮 Your sandals slip on the wet floor.

🝮 A spray of bubbles and bath water accompany your splash as you flip into the tub

🝮 Eli: 😨😳🫣

🝮 You: 😶‍🌫️

🝮 Sally: 😲

🝮 Sally slams the door shut, apologizing profusely, leaving you and Eli helpless in the bathtub.

🝮 “I’m so sorry! Sorry! I was just coming to bring you Warren’s bath soap!”

🝮 Eli casts you a sharp glance, evidently embarrassed and trying desperately to redirect his attention.

🝮 “(Y/N)… whose soap is this…?” 🫧

𝐎𝐥𝐥𝐲

🝮 You kneel down by the side of the tub awkwardly, placing the container of bubble bath solution on the base.

🝮 “Does it feel nice?” Is the only lame remark that comes to your mind.

🝮 Olly is oddly quiet, leaning his head back onto the wall and absorbing in the steam.

🝮 “Feels awesome!”

🝮 You smile, once again feeling awkward, mindlessly poking your finger into the water.

🝮 ❗️

🝮 “OUCH! OLLY-!” You yank your finger out from the piping hot water, wiping the flushed tip against your shirt.

🝮 He looks at you, startled, his emotions a flurry of turmoil

🝮 “What the hell?!” He exclaims

🝮 You shoot him a sharp glance, turning down the water knob to a colder setting

🝮 “That water is burning hot Big Daddy…” you murmur, sliding your fingers into the water to check the temperature.

🝮 Olly doesn’t say anything; he wordlessly grabs the soap and bath bomb dunks it into the cooler water.

🝮 “I mean I knew it was hot! I’m not that stupid-!” He laughs, splashing you with the newly formed suds of bubbles

🝮 They smell like herbs… but you turn your nose up in disgust nonetheless

🝮 “You just couldn’t tell it was burning your skin?” You ask, grabbing his pink-washed arm and scrubbing with the bath sponge.

🝮 He nods, using his free hand to push back the dreadlocks that fall onto his forehead.

🝮 “Please wash your hair—”“Nope!”

🝮 More puffs of bubbles launch into the air as Olly flicks water at you, “You’re such a buzz-kill! It pisses me off!”

🝮 You glare at him steely. However… you’re aware violence won’t work on him… and you’re technically below him in the ranks.

🝮 “…Can you stop training with that guy? He’s not teaching you proper hygienics.”

🝮 Olly grows silent, sinking into the foamy water with a quiet “shut up…”

🝮 You wipe off the dry blood from the dips and grooves in his toning muscles, ever-so-gently.

🝮 Olly knows that his body is temporary— he’s wasting it imprudently and he needs to be more careful. But it confuses him as to why you, of all people, are so gentle with him.

🝮 Even if your touch feels dull and light against his skin; he can sense you treat him gingerly, like he’s fragile or something. (Which he is… and he knows it.)

🝮 He catches your eyes roaming freely down his tattered body, ogling at the bruises and scratches that would’ve winded a normal person.

🝮 He splashes you with more bubbles.

🝮 Why do you have to be so serious all the time?!

🝮 It’s killing the mood…

🝮 And it’s making him blush.

𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨

🝮 You walk into the bathroom and it smells like peaches.

🝮 The tub is already filled, and you’ve already inserted the bath-bomb. The surface of the water is dyed orange and cream; little bubbles hide in the corners of the tub.

🝮 “You can get in now,” you call. “The water’s ready.”

🝮 You remain squatted by the side of the tub, but your eyes are glued to the ground. You’re not looking up, no matter how much you may or may not want to. Vasco made you swear it.

🝮 You hear his bare feet slap against the bathroom tiles, and listen as he sucks in an awed breath.

🝮 “That’s what the bathbomb does?” His voice sounds deep and monotonous, but you can sense his radiating excitement. Knowing Vasco, he’s probably flushed with pleasure.

🝮 “Uh huh. Hop on in.”

🝮 He’s sweet… he didn’t want to embarrass you by flaunting his impressive physique around the bathroom without any clothes on.

🝮 And yet you sit there by his side, pouring soap onto a bath sponge, clearly still embarrassed.

🝮 Once he’s actually in the tub, and the colored water has completely covered the things you aren’t allowed to see… it’s smooth sailing.

🝮 Euntae eases into the tub, dozing off and relaxing. You can’t help but smile; you had been absolutely right when you told him that he’d like it.

🝮 He was more sore than usual, apparently, so you had suggested an ice bath or a hot soak. Jace agreed… as long as you took care of the whole thing.

🝮 “I’m not the one he’s in love with,” he waved dismissively, smirking in satisfaction with the way you grew silent.

🝮 “Jace he loves you more than he loves me…” you had insisted, but it was no use.

🝮 Vasco turns to you, a goofy smile on his face, his expression tender.

🝮 “Do you wanna get in with me?” “Euntae!”

🝮 You flick water at him, shaking your head defiantly, trying to hold back your smile.

🝮 “Do you?” His smile only broadens.

🝮 You shrug, lazily splashing more water in his direction.

🝮 Who would’ve guessed that one move would be the downfall of your peaceful bath.

🝮 Vasco, in short, still hasn’t mastered the art of restraint when it comes to water fights.

𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲

🝮 The door into the sitting room opens, and you quickly sweep your eyes around for anyone nearby.

🝮 Surely the world hates you. You grimace, opening the door fully to face the wrath of Big Deal’s number three, four, and six.

🝮 You walk with feigned confidence over to the grocery bag near the table, rummaging through the inside anxiously.

🝮 Brad and Lineman watch you from the couch; The former sets his drink down to observe you better. Neither of them say anything, but they draw Jason’s attention to you.

🝮 “What’re you doing?” he asks accusingly, effectively halting your movements with little to no effort.

🝮 “I’m trying to find the soap…” you reply offhandedly, keeping your eyes on the bag as you finally find the container.

🝮 “Who needs soap?” Brad chimes in with a tone leagues less intimidating than Jason’s.

🝮 “Uh- Jerry,” you answer nonchalantly, straightening up with a blank expression.

🝮 As usual, the subject of Jerry Kwon is one you handle with calculated disinterest. You don’t smile when you mention him, you keep your expression indifferent and make an effort not to appear otherwise.

🝮 And yet, somehow, even Brad and Lineman get the impression that there’s more to it than that.

🝮 Jason in particular sees straight through your bluffs, eyeing you steely with a hint of annoyance. He’s guessed there’s more to your feelings for Big Deal’s number two than meets the eye.

🝮 But can he call you out on it? No.

🝮 “What does he need soap for?” he quips, crossing his legs and staring at you expectantly.

🝮 “He’s taking a bath…?” Once again, you regulate the amount of emotion you express. You don’t show the slightest hint of giddiness of embarrassment.

🝮 “Anyways, I’m off guys~ Jerry needs me.”

🝮 And with that you leave the room, swinging the door shut behind you and making your way towards the bathroom.

🝮 You knock courteously, but before he can answer you’ve opened the door and thrown the bottle of soap across the bathroom. You hear it plop into the water; your eyes are squeezed shut as you close the door behind you.

🝮 “Pour it all in, okay? I’m not opening my eyes until the bubbles are all sudsy.”

🝮 Jerry just sits there with the canister of bubble bath soap in his hands, his large body feeling uncomfortable and cramped in the dingy bathtub, blood still trickling down his forearms. He’s frozen for a solid thirty seconds… and then he obeys

🝮 You don’t look until you feel a damp foam land on your nose, and your eyes shoot open.

🝮 Jerry looks innocent, pretending he totally-did-not-just-splash-you-with-bubbles. You rub your nose, glaring playfully.

🝮 “You just let the kids hit you?” You ask quietly, readying the washcloth in the sink. In your peripherals you catch Jerry nodding.

🝮 “I didn’t want to hurt them. I think they were on something…”

🝮 You smile musingly; typical Jerry. You toss the washcloth at him to use, preparing another one for yourself.

🝮 For the next half hour or so you sit by his side, wiping away at the scrapes and bruises on his arms and on his knuckles.

🝮 Do you both feel incredibly shy? Yes. Who wouldn’t feel shy when they’re in a room with the biggest hunk who happens to be naked. And besides, Jerry is Jerry. What’s not to feel flustered about? And who wouldn’t feel shy, being in the bathtub completely naked with arguably the most attractive member of Big Deal? After all… (Y/N) is (Y/N).

🝮 “Talk about puppy love,” Brad laughs, staring down the hallway and listening to the rumble of your voice mingled with Jerry’s.

🝮 Jason rolls his eyes, “They’re messing with Jerry’s head. They should just get a room already.”

🝮 Lineman glances wonderingly between the other two, “How long has this been going on?”

🝮 “Forever.”

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝

🝮 Brad doesn’t know what to think…

🝮 The warm glow of the scented candles littering the room is the only light source in the bathroom. They’re everywhere, scattered against the rim of the tub and across the sink counter.

🝮 A few bubbles float across the transparent water, but he doesn’t complain. He never complained in the first place. He never even asked for this.

🝮 And— there you are again, swinging open the door with a bundle of items in your arms.

🝮 Brad has been watching you bustle in and out for ten minutes…

🝮 You can’t help it, honestly, there’s just a lot of things you had planned and now you’re forgetting everything 😔

🝮 You kneel beside the tub, placing your items on the floor, “Okay, I got a couple different soap brands because I wasn’t sure which scent you’d like… uhm,” you glance up to meet his gaze

🝮 Brad just stares at you, listening attentively with a slight furrow in his brow. You quickly look down again, unable to maintain eye contact at the moment.

🝮 “So… yeah. I also brought some bath bombs— they’ll just color the water and stuff. And then here’s the sponge and-”

🝮 “(Y/N)…?” He interjects uncertainly, “Why are you so nervous?”

🝮 Ugh… oh well

🝮 You shrug, keeping your gaze fixated on the floor

🝮 Brad’s damp finger drags beneath your chin to meet your eyes, concern washed over his features.

🝮 Rizz 🕺

🝮 “I knew Big Deal’s (Y/N) (L/N) was a bit overrated… but I never figured they were a downright tomato.”

🝮 “I don’t blush you twerp!” You smack the side of his head

🝮 Brad just sinks into the water, a lighthearted smile on his lips, clearly smug.

🝮 “Whatever hippo,” you battle off your embarrassment (do I really turn red? Is that possible? With my complexion can you even tell?) and toss in a pink bath bomb

🝮 And for the rest of the time you enjoy your little self-care date; basking in the aroma of the scented candles, soaking in the warmth of the water (or at least Brad does).

🝮 Brad is eventually convinced to turn into Brenda, and gives you a manicure

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

🝮 The bathroom is small and steamy.

🝮 It’s a three-in-one… hair, body, and bubble bath. It claims to calm and smooth children, and apparently smells like lavender.

🝮 That’s the soap you pour into the tub anyways, even if lavender isn’t his favorite scent.

🝮 Soon the fluffy white bubbles are dyed rustic red, and the water turns a light copper. The shower head sprays water into his sweaty flop of hair; trails of blood and water wash down the sides of his sickeningly blank face.

🝮 You turn off the shower, facing him with a sigh.

🝮 James Lee just sits there, returning your gaze with an expression of pure boredom.

🝮 His messy array of red hair blends in perfectly with the blood staining his hands. You kneel beside him, grabbing a washcloth and beginning to scrub away at the metallic liquid.

🝮 “How much of it is yours…?” you ask

🝮 “Do you really wanna know?”

🝮 A smirk ghosts his lips; all of James’ flamboyance and arrogance summed up in a single move.

🝮 You had already concluded that was the case. Most of the blood wasn’t his own.

🝮 You feel awkward— pampering him even if he had been busting up thugs a few minutes ago. James doesn’t seem to mind, or care really, about the attention you’re giving him.

🝮 The foamy bubbles, dim romantic lighting, and calming aroma differ drastically with the actual situation.

🝮 You scrub across James’ toned chest and up to his tense neck, dragging a trail of soap and water across his damp skin. He watches you intensely, searching for something you’re seemingly unaware of.

🝮 The mood is somber; the tension thick; you want very badly to rush out of the room

🝮 You’re still confused as to what James wants from you. After all, he didn’t seem to show any interest or concern for anyone but himself. He had rescued you from some assaulters— but not to benefit you. He had done in for “kicks.” Excitement. Thrill. Something? So why was James keeping you around? Did he want friendship? An alliance? Or maybe you were just missing a hint. Maybe you’re being stupid.

🝮 His nonchalance, disinterest, and callous demeanor meant something, didn’t they? He was using you… but he wasn’t interested in you… right?

🝮 James Lee was so stupidly confusing. You tried connecting the dots to his end goal. You tried searching for his objective. And so far you couldn’t find anything.

🝮 You followed him because he told you to. He confided in you because you said he could.

🝮 Somehow you couldn’t reach a conclusion as to what your relationship was with this red-headed hotspur.

🝮 Maybe it was the heat that was driving you delusional. Or the lavender scent was too strong, and it was messing with your head.

🝮 You retracted your hand from its place against James’ back, laying the washcloth against the rim of the tub.

🝮 His dark eyes follow your movements, his focus solely on you.

🝮 “What do you want James? All you seem to care about is fighting and conquering… and all I seem to be to you is another string attached to your victory-parade.”

🝮 It’s a serious question.

🝮 Depending on how he answers, you’re more than willing to pack it up and head home right here and now.

🝮 James, the arrogant jerk, turns away from you and sinks into the water.

🝮 He takes a second to think and closes his eyes, stupidly long lashes resting almost angelically on his cheeks

🝮 “You aren’t part of my victory-parade, conquering-sham, or whatever you wanna call it. You just happened to get involved.”

🝮 You pause before countering, “So then I’m really just a string attached. This… doesn’t mean anything.”

🝮 James opens his eyes, turning his angular face towards you, damp red fringe sticking to his forehead. He looks handsome. Always has.

🝮 A wolffish smirk spreads across his face; it’s an expression that will be the death of you. “I never said that, or even implied it. You’re different ‘cause you’re my (Y/N).”

🝮 You feel a drop to your stomach.

🝮 James has never called you by your first name.

I really bopped off with this one— whoopsies. 💅 I get the feeling like I should write out their whole story… should I? 👉👈

𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐞𝐥

🝮 It smells expensive.

🝮 That’s the only way you can describe it… in simpler terms.

🝮 Samuel’s broad, inked shoulders lean against the tub, surrounded by clouds of bubbles. He looks like a mangled fallen angel.

🝮 Dried blood stains his battered body, and yet he smells like expensive shampoo. It’s a suave, clean smelling scent that your mind automatically associates with Samuel Seo.

🝮 You rub down his tightly formed abs, dabbing at the reddened bruises that nestle into the curves of his body. Soap suds follow your strokes; your careful movements lulling Samuel into a deeper sleep.

🝮 His grip on the glass of expensive beer slowly starts loosening as his large, warm hands begin reaching for your hair.

🝮 Samuel is definitely holding back a flood of snarky comments… you can tell he’s itching to complain to you about something.

🝮 But as usual, you swat his hand away and press your fingers to his lips.

🝮 “I don’t wanna hear anything.”

🝮 His brows furrow angrily and you can tell he’s ready to snap at you. You simply rub more bubbles across his chest, and continue cleaning off his injuries.

🝮 “Well it’s not like I was gonna apologize anyway.”

🝮 His expression reverts back to nonchalance, masking the intolerance that brims just below the surface.

🝮 Giving Sammy a bubble bath after he heaved himself into his penthouse, looking like a bloody mess, was not how you wanted to be spending your evening. You didn’t even bother to hide it in your mannerisms.

🝮 But of course, as Samuel rubs thumb across your engagement ring, he’s assured that you won’t hold a grudge for too long

🝮 You always tell him to “let it go” 🙄

🝮 So to contradict yourself would be hypocritical… and Samuel couldn't have that.

🝮 Sudsy bubbles spurt into the air as he drags you into the bathtub.

🝮 It might not fix all your issues… but at least it lessens the tension

🝮 Or that’s what Samuel tells himself—

🝮 If you’re gonna force him to soak in a bubble-infested tub that smells like women’s perfume then he’s gonna force you to go through it with him

Part 2 with Zack, Johan, and whoever y’all want? Ask me ^_^

[rikosseen]

Here with you

Mention of self harm | extended anon request | ptjverse

There’s a weight. A wall. One that suffocates you. One that presses in on your chest, cuts off your air, and wraps around your neck like a vice.

Wanna feel something.

Wanna feel something else.

Mindless scratches pave the way for red skin, and a burning sensation begins to ignite. You feel choked up, at first unable to cry. Everything is weighing down, and the heaviness of it all is paralysing. The feeling of loneliness is so overwhelming at this moment. It’s painfully numb, yet achingly hard to bear. Wanna feel something.

Drawer.

Blade.

Sharp.

Wanna feel something.

You scour around, trying to find the object. Once it’s in your hands, you sit down on your bed to recollect your thoughts. The blade is pointed at your skin, glinting temptingly, and you try. You try to restrain yourself. Wanna feel something else.

A muffled choke escapes your lips, but your throat still feels as constricted as ever. The cold pricks at the already formed goosebumps, and all focus is between the object in your hand, and your skin.

A hand softly plants itself on your back, and suddenly, everything feels like it’s going to fall. The touch is gently, but it feels like betrayal. You don’t want him here. What you want to be more than anything right now when doing this, is alone. You don’t want to face the pity, the disappointment, the weight of someone else’s concern.

The man situates himself on the bed behind you, holding you so gently, so securely. He doesn’t pull the blade away, but instead, brushes rhythmic circles on the hand that holds it. You try to squirm away from him, but he’s reluctant.

“I love you,” he whispers, and you can feel the desperation in his being with the way his fingers twitch. Oh how he wants to pull the object away. How the current situation pangs his heart. How he wants to embrace you, spill whatever’s hurting you into him instead.

You want to scream, but like before, nothing comes out. Your shoulders begin to shake, your body convulses, muffled cries escape your mouth, and everything inside of you cracks wide open. They become uncontrollable.

The arms wrapped around you tighten, and the man holds you so you don’t fall into whatever bottomless dark pit threatens to swallow you.

“I’m here with you,” he whispers, his own voice threatening to break too.

You grasp desperately at his arms, letting go of the blade as it falls on the bed sheets. He leans his forehead on the nape of your neck and tosses it to the ground.

“I love you,” he says again, vulnerable and soft.

Someone’s here for you. Someone’s here with you. Someone’s willing to hold you, even when there’s too much hurt. Someone wants to feel your pain, to share it. Someone’s willing to hold your hand through all of this. Even if you feel lonely, you’re not alone. He’s here now, and he won’t ever leave.

- Taehoon Seong, Gun Park, Goo Kim, Jake Kim, Samuel Seo, Sinu Han, Ryuhei Kuroda, Mandeok Bang, Jerry Kwon, Warren Chae, Manager Kim, Manager Nam, Hansu Seong, Seongji Yuk, Jichang Kwak

To whoever’s reading, I love you so very much, and I hope this makes you feel less alone. Life can get overwhelming, and it’s easy to feel swallowed by all the heavy thoughts. Especially in a suffocating environment. But if you’re here, that’s something to be proud of. You’ve already shown a lot of strength just by doing what you could. And I know it’s not always easy—relapsing can be part of the journey. What matters most is your intention, and the fact that you’re still trying. You’re doing better than you think

[freshthoughts2020]

[sweetmctart]

wdym this is totally big deal

[queenrepent]

a group of napoléon xiv fans, call those jerry samu-girls

[emojellyace08]

"Lookism Men x Female Reader (On Her Period)"

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐀/𝐍: 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐨

He would spoil you (like a lot)

This men would definitely get worried when your tummy started aching. He would offer you a massage if you like to! And he would place lots of kisses on where it hurts so bad to calm you down. He'll also buy you your favorite snacks and sweets to satisfy your cravings (and other personal needs). But if you want space because of your mood swings, he would leave you for a while even though at times he would come out as clingy but he will definitely make sure that you are eating and sleeping well. If you accidentally stained the bed and your clothes, no worries he'll genuinely wash up the mess even when he's tired since he doesn't want to make you stand up especially if the pain is stinging you right now. He might also insist to watch your favorite movie or television series or taking a walk at night to sweeten up your mood though.

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐉𝐚𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐞𝐞, 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨 (𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐄𝐮𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐞), 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐦, 𝐉𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐰𝐚𝐤, 𝐄𝐥𝐢 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐠, 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐞, 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐁𝐚𝐞𝐤 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐥 (𝐍𝐨.𝟏 ; 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐥𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞), 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐧, 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐢𝐦, 𝐉𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐨𝐦 𝐊𝐰𝐚𝐤

He would panic because he doesn't know what to do

They would rush in your room the moment you called on them to massage your body if you asked for their help. He feels like he's doing a terrible job at taking care of you right now, but trust me he'll be super gentle with you. The way he touches you and asks you if you're feeling well sends those familiar butterflies in your stomach. He'll be the type to search at Google at first how to take care of a girlfriend who's going through a period lol. He'll also insist to wash up the sheets and your clothes if you accidentally stained on it (He may get a little disgusted or weirded out at first at touching the- y'know but he'll get used to it. These men is too hard-working). If you asked him to buy him some extra necessities and toilet trees, he may panic and ends up asking the cashier for those stuff because at the end of the day he's still a man who's trying his best. He'll definitely cuddle with you if you asked him to. And if you don't mind, he'll ask to have a piece of your favorite candy even if he's in a diet while preparing the pillow fort to set up the mood and make you feel special.

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐉𝐚𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐞𝐞, 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨 (𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐄𝐮𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐞), 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐦, 𝐄𝐥𝐢 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐠, 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐞, 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐊𝐰𝐨𝐧, 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐧, 𝐆𝐨𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐦, 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐡𝐞𝐢, 𝐕𝐢𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐧, 𝐃𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐏𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧, 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐞, 𝐉𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐨𝐦 𝐊𝐰𝐚𝐤, 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐢𝐦

It doesn't look like he cares at first, but he's pretty concerned when you're having mood-swings

He may seem distant as your boyfriend, but he has his own ways in expressing his love for you. It may seem different or weird, but it's just him being him. Since he's mostly busy he expects you to know your schedule when the visitor comes. But if you accidentally stained the bed, he may get a little bit pissed off or disappointed at first since he's tired from work. But he doesn't want you to make you feel belittled and ashamed for having the time of the month, so he will just brush it off and comfort you that's it's okay and he'll wash the sheets on the laundry and your clothes so you don't have to do it and get exhausted. He seems to know what to buy when you ask him to buy your necessities and cravings. If you asked him to cuddle or watch a movie with him, he'll tag along with it. Though if you want space he'll give you your own time.

𝐆𝐮𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐫���, 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐞 (𝐃𝐆), 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐨, 𝐇𝐮𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐡𝐧, 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐨 𝐌𝐚, 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚, 𝐎𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐝𝐮 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐠, 𝐉𝐢𝐡𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 (𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐜), 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞 (𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢)

Would piss the hell out of you but he actually cares for you lol

I just feel like he would make those goofy ass face and corny jokes. It's just him trying to lift up your spirits but it just ends up him getting annoying and funny which leads to comical arguments lol. He would also be REALLY CLINGY which is somehow confusing for you even though he's always been like that. Kissing you on the cheeks down to your neck on the bed is his favorite pass time, so he'll definitely do it on your mood swings to break the tension between the two of you. He may get a little bit hesitant to wash up the clothes and bed sheets if you accidentally stained them leading to another dramatic argument between the two of you. But he gets the job done anyways. He would also somehow force you to go shopping at 12am to buy on convenience stores to binge on your favorite junk food and staying up at midnight to watch horror or action movies.

𝐆𝐨𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐦, 𝐕𝐢𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐧, 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐛 𝐉𝐢, 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐡𝐞𝐢, 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐦, 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐧, 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧

Feedbacks would be appreciated!

Feel free to make Lookism x Reader requests (I'm brain dead right now or having a mental block). I maybe post around Thursday to Sunday because I'm busy during weekdays because of school activities. Sorry if this is shorter than the other ones I recently did but I'll do more one-shots or longer posts with your favs. And I'll do more of some forgotten requests if I ever have the extra time. Ty!

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐚𝐜𝐞𝟎𝟖. 𝐑𝐞-𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐲!

[julio-viernes]

Secuelas de "They're Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa!". Principalmente, "They Took You Away, I'm Glad, I'm Glad" de Terry & Darrell y una versión de la canción de Napoleon XIV por Kim Fowley, ambas de aquel mismo 1966. Pero en 1998 Vampire Records publicó el increíble LP "Napoleon Complex" con 21 temas de grupos de punk, garage, rock, psicodélicos y novelty en torno a la loca canción. Lo subo arriba para gente con sentido del humor y mucha mucha paciencia. Si la quieren escuchar en español la tienen por Napoleon Puppy, "Ellos Me Quieren Llevar" y Los Ovnis, "Napoleon XIV".

Las que vienen en el vídeo: 1–Henry The IX Don't Take Me Back, Oh-Nooo! 00:00 2–The Emperor I'm Normal 02:26 (Muted) 3- Malepartus II. Ich Glaab', Die Hole Mich Ab 04:40 4–Josephine XIII Down On The Funny Farm (Oy Vey) 06:38 5–Napoleon Puppy Ellos Me Quieren Llevar 09:28 6–Fioris VI Ze Nemen Me Eindelijk Mee, Ha-Haaa! 12:22 7–Kim Fowley They're Coming To Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa! 14:29 8–Rose Brooks They're Coming To Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa! 16:28 9–Teddy And Darryl They Took You Away, I'm Glad I'm Glad 18:36 10–Hugo De Groot Ze Nemen Me Eindelijk Mee, Ha-Haaa! 21:42 11–Mad Dog Society They're Coming To Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa! 23:50 12–Inhuman Orchestra They're Coming To Take Me... 28:12 13–Snopek & The Unexploded Bomb They're Coming To Take Me Away 31:44

El CD de 1998 incluye unas cuantas más: Josephine XV–I'm Happy They Took You Away, Ha-Haaa! Napoleon XIV–The Place Where The Nuts Hunt The Squirrels. Rose Brooks–They're Coming To Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa! I Balordi–Venqono A Potarci Via Ah, Aah! Los Ovnis–Napoleon XIV. Lard–They're Coming To Take Me Away. Napoleon XIV– !Aaah-ah, Yawa Em Ekat Ot Gnimoc Er'yeht.

[melljam]

silly lookism moments - part one, chapter 305