#konichiwa bitches

[w3ir-d0]

So guess who’s on Day 7 of learning Japanese and killing it?!?!?

[awkwardchaosposts]

Wildflower

Niragi x fem!reader (childhood friend to enemies to lovers?)

TW!: mentions of stereotyping and fetishizing people based off their race,swearing,Niragi is niragi

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Niragi was surprised to see you here as well. He knew your parents moved to the US in the 8th grade. But he never expected to go to the same school.

He smirked,approaching you after the register period.

You noticed him at the corner of your eye,pretending to just not notice.

"So this is where you've been hiding"

You rolled your eyes at his comment. "Am I supposed to be scared or something?"

Your comment kind of bruised his ego

"Whatever"

~*~*~*~*

You already didn't like school but now that Niragi was here. Well it was the kind of coincidence that you weren't hoping for.

You still couldn't understand what happened to this guy. You once were close friends but out of the blue this asshole decided to just be well...an asshole.

"Konichiwa"

You were brought out of your own thoughts. Met face to face with one of your classmates. Matthew Broderick. One of the biggest weebs in school.

One of the things you hated more than Bullies were people treating your race like an exciting accessory.

"I can speak English you know? Matthew we talked about this."

"Oh- sorry. You're just so kawaii"

You had to resist the urge to roll your eyes.

Matthew cleared his throat. "Anyways. I uh I was wondering if you'd want to go sight seeing. Show you around town you know"

You thought for a moment or so. It's times like these where you wished there was a step by step guide to reject someone without pissing them off.

"Hasn't she lived here for what? 2 years now? I think she'll be fine" Niragi answered for you,wrapping an arm around you.

Cocky bastard. You rolled your eyes,shrugging his arm off of you.

"Nani?" Matthew stared at him

"I mean- What? Y/N I didn't know you have a boyfriend?"

"I don't"

"She does"

You both answered at once and you stared at him in disbelief.

You held your composure until Matthew left. Feeling embarrassed for once.

"Why are you helping me?"

He scoffed,rolling your eyes at his comment. "I felt sorry for you. Seems the US has made you more pathetic than you were before"

"If that's so then why did you move here?"

He didn't like your response,looking away.

"I didn't choose to be here. My mom did. Besides" He flashed a devilish grin "Who said I was helping you out?"

You only stared at him with confusion, slightly threatened.

That satisfied him. He leaned in too much for your liking, invading your personal space.

"I'm going to show everyone who you really are. A two-faced bitch. And I won't stop until everyone fucking hates you"

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A/N: Why do you think Niragi is mad at Y/N?

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

Konichiwa Bitches • Cobrastyle • Handle Me • Bum Like You • Be Mine! • With Every Heartbeat • Who's That Girl • Crash And Burn Girl • Robotboy • Eclipse • Should Have Known • Any Time You Like

Spotify ♪ YouTube

[thesinglesjukebox]

CHARLI XCX FT. ROBYN & YUNG LEAN - "THE 360 REMIX"

17 pop writers out here doing damage...

[5.94]

Taylor Alatorre: Elvis Presley/The Clash/OutKast = iconoclasts become standards, e.g. "Dancing on My Own" in RS 500 Greatest; "Elvis moment" = Eminem c. 2000; "lyrics on your booby" = hip hop mode of dominance over male competitors/listener, but femme-coded; "Robyn on the beat" + muffled "hey!" chants = long tail of DJ Mustard; camera flashes as skeuomorphic e-fame; demographic triangulation as art/alchemy; “no one understands it” + "so carelessly" = indie aesthetic of insularity/self-sabotage, still necessary for branding/coping; cult of the child star = youth’s gravitational hold over memory, easily exploitable; 1994 = beginning of Robyn's career, but also Max Martin's, represented here by apprentice Cirkut; Scandinavia as pop/anti-pop breeding ground; my dad: “cross between Britney Spears/Kesha" = highest possible praise for Charli song; he doesn't even know about "Till the World Ends" or "Die Young" remixes; conspicuous whiteness of collaborators + calculatedly ableist lyric video = winking at Dimes Square reactionary chic, though Benga is on "Von dutch" dubstep remix, and Robyn is Robyn; "pets/family" = emergent Millennial desires for domesticity, cf. "I think about it all the time"; Brat = niche pop stardom as crowdfunded perma-adolescence; Julia Fox in Uncut Gems + True Romance/"Ginseng Strip 2002" = sublimated wish for Eternal 2013, i.e. pre-Ferguson/Gamergate -> future blueprint for Gen Z conservatism? I don't see how I can hate from outside of the club – I can't even get in! [8]

Wayne Weizhen Zhang: “360” is the most complete Charli pop culture moment (and video) we’ve had in years, and “365” perfectly wraps up the confessional, raw moments of Brat in delightful, utter mess. The first time I listened to both, I couldn’t help but think to myself how incredible it is that Charli’s self-reference comes across as effortlessly cool rather than cloying or annoying. I must have spoken too soon, because this remix is awkward. Yung Lean and Robyn sound fine, but “360” removed from the iconic hook is, just, not Julia (ah-ah-ahhhhhh). “Dancing on My Own” is one my favorite songs of all time—yes, I have big feelings—yet that can’t prevent me from cringing a little bit when Robyn references it. Two extra points, though, for Robyn saying the words "email" and “booby.”  [7]

Jonathan Bradley: In “360,” Charli XCX has one of her most compelling songs in years: sharp and hooky, drawing on the hyper-pop palette but translating it into reinvented, broad-appeal synth pop. It dispenses with one of the more frustrating tendencies she’s had throughout her career, which is to make concepts rather than songs. “Boys,” for instance, was about the idea of Charli making a song about boys rather than actually evoking love or affection; “1999” was about the idea of ’90s nostalgia rather than anything distinct about the era. The remix of “360" (I won’t bother with the twee titles Charli’s used for Brat's various expansions) loses the focus and efficiency that makes the original so replayable and returns to concepts. It’s Charli with two more artists whose niche and highly online fanbases are noted for enthusiasm rather than size, and they don’t do anything more interesting than provide their names to be credited alongside her. For a posse cut that features each performer finishing one another’s sentences, they have zero chemistry and provide none of what makes their own work special. Robyn should be encouraged to never rap — her cutesy “Konichiwa Bitches” mode is her worst side — and Yung Lean… well, I’m not sure what appeal he usually adds, but he should also be encouraged to never rap. [4]

Andrew Karpan: Rustled up and confusing, neither Robyn nor Yung Lean succeed in turning the Brat opener into a SoundCloud loosie. Instead, their new, rattling voices make the song feel crowded, an email correspondence that pales in comparison to the more movingly distant Lorde remix that quickly overshadowed this glittery mess.  [3]

Jackie Powell: What bothers me about this fascinating collaboration is that "360" loses what makes it most compelling. The original "360" is essentially a slice-of-life song. It paints a subculture and a social circle incredibly well and showcases Charli XCX’s ability to manipulate vowel sounds and write with such assonance and consonance. She’s a magician with how she can manipulate the name Julia (as in Julia Fox) into an earworm or an aria. Charli, Robyn (!) and Yung Lean definitely vocally complement one another. Lean’s rapping almost acts like a baseline, while Charli and Robyn harmonize with each other, talk-singing more than rapping during their respective verses. It’s also quite amusing when Lean hops into a pre-chorus that is supposed to pay tribute to Ciara’s "1, 2 Step" like the "360" original, but instead just sounds like an interpolation of Pitbull’s “Hotel Room Service”: When Lean says “supersonic, push up on it, right in your ear,” he sounds eerily similar to when Pitbull raps “we at the hotel, motel, holiday inn.” But what’s disappointing about the remix is that it’s so much less clever than the original: it's less redundant, but it doesn’t have as much purpose and direction. Also, I’m not sure how much of a remix this is when the only thing that remains is the instrumental. [6]

Harlan Talib Ockey: One of the great things about Brat is that Charli went in assuming she was talking to her closest friends, who know the world she moves in and the life she lived in the late ‘00s club scene. Hyperpop has always been obsessed with nostalgia, but this isn’t just about old pop and internet esthetics. It’s about Charli’s own experiences. “The 360 remix” only kind of carries this over for Robyn and Yung Lean. “Three child stars out here doing damage” sounds like it’s about to crack open an interesting train of thought, but it quickly veers back into "we got many hits,” rather than anything more revealing about their past or present. This remix also doesn’t reach the heights of the original (a [7], btw) without its soaring chorus; because the same riff underpins the whole song, it starts to feel like one very long verse. Plus: “now my lyrics on your booby”? [4]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: The most extravagant act of self-mythologizing this side of the J. Lo autobiopic — I'm not quite as impressed by these three as they are, but I'm meta-level impressed that they managed to get in this many boasts in such a compact passage. Robyn sounds diminished relative to her standards, while Lean sounds enlivened after his recent stay in the Drain Gang Post Punk mines. Charli hits right down the middle — so it's up to A.G. Cook to pick up the slack, delivering one of his best beats since the heyday of PC Music. The taut synth riff sneaks perfectly in between the overlapping vocals, at once accentuating and playing foil to the melody. It's unspeakably stylish, cool enough to cover up what is ultimately a threadbare song. [7]

Katherine St. Asaph: The thing about pandering to nostalgia -- there are people who formed their personalities around Charli and Body Talk, and I'm sure Yung Lean was formative for someone -- is that it inherently causes listeners to think about the things they're nostalgic for. And this sounds like "Fembot" running on energy saver mode. [3]

Julian Axelrod: "The von dutch remix with addison rae and a.g. cook" is the sound of one pop scoundrel passing the torch to another and burning down the song from the inside. "The girl, so confusing version with lorde" is a parasocial inversion of its source material, deepening and resolving its initial conflict. By contrast, "The 360 remix with robyn and yung lean" is ... fun! And a little silly! And very Swedish! Charli's always been a pop nerd at heart, which is both her secret weapon and the reason she will never know peace. No pop star in their right mind would think, "I must turn my biggest single into a '90s boy band B-side where Robyn sings about her boobs and Yung Lean interpolates JJ Fad." That's the kind of sick shit only a stan would dream up. If this remix feels less essential than its brethren, it's because the original is such a complete statement on its own. It's easier to fill in the cracks on an album cut than build upon perfection. [7]

Brad Shoup: Huge whiff to not go the "I Got Five On It (remix)" route and make this a true Swedish pop posse cut. Rednex can take a lap as the best band with a fiddler since Alabama. Whale gets their flowers for putting on the hobo' humpin' slobo girlies. Army of Lovers can take credit for... damn near anything they want. Get Petra Marklund bragging about changing the trance-pop game. (It would be a nice 360 moment.) As it is, this remix ends up a tribute to Robyn with some Ciara/Missy love tossed in. Lean takes the "1, 2 Step" baton from the Charli in the original, though he's never more engaged than when he's acknowledging that yes, Robyn's on the beat. That might not be true in all senses, but the couplet "I started so young, I didn't even have email/Now my—lyrics on your booby" was totally worth the wait. Charli's line about "three child stars out here doing damage" is really smart, really canny. Better than anyone I can think of, she embodies the child star's soul war: the twin impulses to dial into shimmering subcultures and to just phone it in. [6]

Nortey Dowuona: The problem with Charli XCX being the popstar of the future is that she is very much the popstar of the now. The ability to absorb newly born sub-genres born of nostalgia for the '80s/'90s and twist them into stranger, wilder forms is a current popstar ideal, not a futuristic one. When Robyn enters, you can barely tell her and Charli apart, so closely they've been tied together in being smooth, catchy and lithe -- their voices blend right into each other. Hence the presence of Yung Lean, whose clumsy, awkward flow disrupts the song and allows it the appearance of rough charm that AG Cook and Cirkut's scalpel-cut drumbeats prevent from emerging. Robyn seems happiest to be here, while Lean comes across as disengaged. That could count as cool elsewhere but feels apropos of nothing next to Charli, who is always on, no matter the cost.  [6]

Mark Sinker: “Complicating, circulating / New life! new life!”: something sweet and funny to me that Charli is igniting old-school critical discourse where discourse is still found (“rockism” on bluesky; “auteur theory” on ilx), when both versions of this song are the words and moves of self-declared super-hot cyborgs stepping out and taking a fine narcissistic-mechanistic strut through in the city. Killing this shit since 1981 (complimentary).  [9]

TA Inskeep: Pure fun, giving nods to 1987 Miami freestyle -- this would sound great bumping from cars that, y'know, go boom -- while Charli, Robyn, and Yung Lean party your body. I actually wish this track were denser and had more going on, because it could handle it; as is, it's great but yet too spare.  [7]

Will Adams: In its original form, "360" was thin, its silly references obscuring the astounding insight that the rest of Brat offers. This remix does it no favors; the instrumental is unchanged, the earworm hook of "bumpin' that" is downgraded to "got that," and Charli and her guests pass the mic aimlessly. It was already inessential before it was rendered entirely superfluous by the superior remix that is "365." All that's left is me wondering which Robyn lyric someone got tattooed on their boobs. [4]

Oliver Maier: The "360" remix mercifully spares us a guest verse from Julia Fox, but still feels like a misstep -- perhaps the only one, in fairness -- in Charli's zeitgeist-conquering Brat campaign. The more I listen to the original, a near-perfect pop song that thrives on its conciseness, the more it feels like a strange choice for a repurposed posse cut. There's a tinge of the Pop 2 mix-and-match philosophy to the feature choices, but the manic, first-thought-best-thought intuition of that era is not so present here, and the poor Swedes sound a bit adrift. Lean just about holds his own, but Robyn's contribution is woeful, particularly for an OG brat. By the end, you're desperate for Charli's hook from the original to break through, but relief never comes. [4]

Ian Mathers: Sometimes when you call something a "victory lap" you mean it derisively, but this is an example of when the term feels both earned and positive. If I didn't love Robyn and think she deserves all the praise she can get, you could probably take a point or two off my score. I'm much less familiar with Yung Lean, but he fits in just fine, in the kind of way where despite never actually listening to an album I totally buy that he makes sense rubbing shoulders with Robyn and Charli. It helps that the original is so strong, and that Charli just takes the production and ditches the old vocals so she's more a part of this version instead. [9]

Alfred Soto: Charli's having fun, and I endorse her delight in sharing that burbling synth bass and ticking sequencer with her friends as if it were freshly opened prosecco, but this is a party where she's better off dancing on her own.  [7]

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[myrammmortal]

Chapter 42, JK Rowling is afraid of ham

AN: omg da new book iz kumming out rlly soon I kant wait!!!1111. I fink dat snap will be really the same person as Volximort koz dey are both haff-blood so dat will explain y he kild dumblydore and he hated hairy!!!!!1111 nd den hairy wil have 2 kommit suicide so voldimort will die koz he will rilly be a horcrox!!!!!111 omg I hope draco nd harry get 2getha dat will be so shmexxy, wont it?? If dey don’t den JKR is hamophobic!!!!!111111 fangz 4 da help wiv facts, medusa u rok!!!111

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I sat depressedly in Daddy Till’s office wiv Hedwig, Satan, James, Serious, Snap and Lucian. Daddy Till was sitting in front of us cruelly. He looked more young den he did in da future. He had taken da ipod away and wuz now lizzening 2 a shitty Avril Levine song. Hedwig couldn't take it anymore and flew around the office.

“What da hell is this anyway??” he cackled meanly. I hoped he didn’t find out dat I was frum another time. Even though I had already told everyone that I was from a different time, they had children and those kids could just not keep their hands off me. I had not exactly been subtle about the time travel at all! AT ALL!!!!!

“Whatever u do don’t blame Paul Darkness Alzheimer Birdflu Landers, u jerk.” Satan said. "Nothing bad that ever happens is her fault!"

“Yah, siriusly she was trying to get Satan and Hedwig back together.” Serious said deviantly.

“Be quiet you Satanists.” Daddy Till cockled. “If ur lucky I’ll probably send u all to Akazaban!!! That will teach u to copolate in da Great Hall.” He changed the song on da ipod 2 a n’Sync song. Suddenly I noticed sumfing strong about da Ipod. It was slowly chonging! Daddy Till didn’t notece. He was too busy cockling secretly behind his desk. I knew he loves me too.

“You fucking poser.” I muttoned.

“I bet you’ve never herd of GC.” James said. Know I knew waht da iPod was chonging in2- Morti McFly’s tim machine!!!!!11

“Shut up Jomes!!!” Richard's dad shouted. Well, not dad I guess. Not yet. But he knows that

“Yeah shut up!!!!” Snake said preppily.

“No u shut up Daddy Till!!!!!!!!1111” said Tom.

“I’ve had enough of u Satanists in my school!!!!” shouted Daddy Till spuriously.

Suddenly I grabed da iPod from him. “Evry1! Jump in b4 itz 2 l8!!! I jumped in2 it. But only 1 odder person jumpd in. It was……..Satan.

“You dunderheads!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111” screamed Daddy Till wisely as we went.

I looked around. I wuz in da Slitherin conmen room wiv Satan. I was wearing a blak plaid miniskirt with hot pink fishnetz, a sexy blak MCR corset and blak stiletto boots with pink pentagroms on dem. My earrings were blake Satanist sins and my raven hair was all around me to my mid-black.

“Hey kool where iz dis?” he asked in an emo voice.

“Dis is da future. Daddy Till’s iPod dat he tried to take away from me wuz really also a tim machine.” I told him.

“Kool what’s an ipatch?” he whimpered.

“It’s somefing u use 2 lizzen 2 music.” I yakked.

“OMFG kool wait whatz a 4-letter-wurd 4 dirt?” he esked in his sexah voice.

“Um I guezz sand????” I laid confuesdly.

“Yah I wuz just triinyg to make sure u were stil da same perzon.” He triumphently giggled.

Suddenly some of my friends walked in.

“OMG you’re fucking alive!” said Ginny wearing a blak leather jocket, blak baggy pants and a goffik black Frum First to Last shirt. I explained 2 her why I was alive. And why she was in the story. And why she suddenly liked me. And where she had been all this time. And that she was totally not some rando who just showed up because I had a fight with my friend again and I needed a stand in. She was made of cardboard.

“Konichiwa, bitch.” said Willow. She was wearing a blak corset showing off her boobs with lace all around it and red stipes on it. With it she waz wearing a blak leather miniskirt, big blak boots, white foundation, blak eyeliner, red eyeshadow, and blak lipstick.

“Hey, motherfucker.” Said Diabolo with his red hair. He waz wearing a black P?ATD t-shit and blak baggy pants.

“Hey whose that, Paul Darkness Alzheimer Birdflu Raven Face Landers?” Frau Schneider questioned as she walked in wearing a black t-shit with a red pentarom on it with lace at the bottom, red letther pants with blak lace, and black stolettoes.

“Oh its Satan.” I told her and she nodded knowing da truth.

Suddenly Satan started to cry.

“Are you okay Satan?” we asked concernedly.

“OMFG ur from da future!!1! What if u don’t like m anymore koz were from difrent times?????” he asked.

“No I still like you.” I said sexily to him.

“Ok.” He said ressuredly. I let him lizzen 2 Teenagers by MCR on my ipod while I was about to go outside to find out some fingz. I gave Diabolo a signal to keep Satan occupied. Satan fell asleep. Diabolo was the most boring person in the school and only there when I needed a stand in for Richard or Vampire. Much like his sister. I took the iPod. I was about to walk outside. Profesor Sinister ran in!!!!!!!1111 She was wearing a gothic blak minidress with depressing blak stripes, white and blak stripped tights, and red converse shoes. She was wearing LOTS of blak iliner.

“Oh my fucking god, where’s Richard!!!!111 How did Snap get back here!!! I tohot he wuz in Azerbaijan.” I asked sadly.

“Paul Darkness Alzheimer Omnipotentia Landers I was so worried abott u but I know you can’t fucking die because you’re a vrompire. Even though you have died like 7 times already but I guess some people just won't die. Snape came back because that girl Britney freed him. I never liked her she was a bad student. For no reason whatsoever and we just need someone to bitch at so that one person you know in your life had to do” Trevolry said reassuredly.

“That bitch!!!!!!!11 Did she also free Hargrid and Loopin?” I shouted angrily. I hated Britney because she was a fucking prep. No reason as to why whatsover

“Yes they are on the loose at this school. Daddy Till is back Cornelia is on his way to help evry1. Tell evry1 u see to lock themselves in their conman room!!!!!!” Trevolry said worriedly.

“OK. But where’s Richard???? How cum he was doing it with Snap?????”

“I dunno why but I know he almost tried 2 commit suicide after he saw u almost kill urself.” she said. "Also that wasn't Snape, that was the nice one, Flake. Snape is the evil one and he has been posing as Professor Flake all this time!"

“OMG dat’s terrible!!!!!!!!” I gasped. Satan was still asleep, so he couldn’t tell what was going on. Then I said “Lizzen evry1, I have sumthing imptent to do. in hr evry1 stay!!!!!!!!!” wiv dat I ran out.

“Good luck Yoda!!!!!!!11” everyone cried.

I ran sexily down the staris in2 da Grate Hall while da portraits around looked at me scaredly. There was hardly ne1 else in the stairs nd tere was an atmosphere of horrer. On da way I saw Britney laughing on da stairs. She was wearing a a slutty pink shirt wiv flowers on it, a blu jean skirt Abercromie and pink stiletoos. She looked jest like a pentagram of those fucking preps Hilery Duff and Lindsey Lohan.

“You fucking bitch!!!!!111” I shouted angrily.

“No, your totally a bitch. Now Voldemort will like totally kill u!” she laughed.

“Crucious!!!!!!!!!1” I shouted selectively pontificating my blak wand and she started screaming koz she was being tortured and I laughed sodistically. (pontificating is a hard word and definitely used wrong here)

“No!!!!!!1 Help me!!!!!!1 Please!!!!!!!!1” Britney screamed terrifiedly.

I put up my middle finger at her. In her hand I saw da video camera Snape and Lumpin had used to take da video of me. I put the tape of Voldimort doing it with Hedwigg onto it. Then I continued to rown down the stairs with the camera. When I had reached da Grate Hall I saw Vampire Potter. “OMG Vampira!!!!111” I yielded.

There was a magical cow in the great hall. We hugged each udder happily. He locked at me wif his gothic red eyes and spiky blak hair. Around them were blak eyeliner and iShadow, the newest product from Apple. His He wus wearing a blak leather Jackson, ledder pants, a Panik at da Disko concert shirt and his blak congress shoes. He looked mor like Joel from Good Charlote than ever. (did u hear der song da river it rox!!!1)“I wus so worried you died!” moaned Vampire.

“I know but Im a vampire lol. When I woke up I wuz back in 1980, so neway I bought Voldimort from when he was yung with me.”

“Where’s Richard?” I asked spuriously.

“Richard? You mean that fukking poser who betroyed you?” Vampir snarkled with anger in his sexy voice.

“I NO BUT WE HAV 2 FIND HIM.” I SED SMARTY.

“I’ll do it den.” Harry said angstily.

“OK.” I argreed. Suddenly……….all da lights in da room went out. And den…….da Dork Mark appeared.

“Oh my fucking satan!!!!!” Harry shouted.

“I fink Voldimort has arrivd.” I sed anxiously. “Fuck, I have to find Richard!!1 I guess we shood separate.”

“Ok.” Vampire sed diapperating. Sadly I ran into the Great Hall.  

[bigweldindustries]

I think Robyn got her gay icon status by being cringe but in like, a really endearing way. Like we've got this tiny white Swedish woman singing in Jamaican Patois and rapping alongside Snoop Dogg abt all the people who won't fuck with her. Alongside the Call Your Girlfriends and With Every Heartbeats and the Dancing on my Owns you've got shit like Don't Fucking Tell Me What To Do (if you're unfamiliar then look up the lyrics on it I cannot stress this enough) or Konichiwa Bitches and it's literally all just somehow endearing

[brighth0pe]

" KONICHIWA FELLOW MAKAI KIDDOS IT'S YA GRANDMA MARY-SAN HERE IN THIS JUST IN ON... "

" DEMON DOLL RADIO BITCHES DESTROY THE CLITY SAVE THE CITY!!! <03 "

" Bringing you news and music, no bullshit, no filler we get right on in and today's special occasion we have a special guest today! "

" So please give yourselves a clap of your hands and welcome to our new guest! Clownpiece!!! "

And so the door burst open and the clown hell fairy arrived into the radio station to join her on her radio station.

" HEY HEY HEY HONK HOOOONK!!! "

She can hear it now her audience roared with cheer and hyped up from the quest appearance of the hell fairy in action and once she takes seated in front of the mic things will now get juicy.

" Fufufu~! Glad to see you in the station clownpiece you ready to get right into the news sweety! "

" Sure thing! What's today' s news? Did they expose the reptoids or the illuminati? I BET THOSE FUCKING MUTANT REPTILIAN SCUMBAGS GET CAUGHT FOR PUTTING CHEMICALS IN THE WATER! "

" ....Oh yes this definitely gonna give me more listeners, also no todays news of the mado army stop a bioterrorist from developing a new bioweapon call PAX-12 what do ya think? "

" I FUCKING KNEW IT I WAS RIGHT THE WORLD ORDER WAS MAKING THESE BIOWEAPONS I FUCKING KNEW IT SUCK BILL CLINTON YOU REPTOID SCUMBAG! HALLELUJAH! "

" Now now calm down my patriotic circus friend we haven't gotten to the juicer parts! "

[paganpoetrywrittendown]

Agnetha's legacy (aka Attack Of The Swedes)

At some point, I will have to write about ABBA. They were the first band i ever got into...i was like 10 or 11. Back then, the fact that they were Swedish was a novelty. Now, being Swedish is no big deal...there's is a virtual Scandinavian invasion afoot. So Attack Of The Swedes, here we go

With Every Heartbeat-Robyn You might remember Robyn from a few years back. She was this short Swedish chick with a Pink-esque look and had some minor hits (i think they both hit the Top 40) with Show Me Love and Do You Know What It Takes. Catchy tunes, yes...but kinda blended into the pop/r&b landscape (although i actually liked the former). And then she disappeared.

Well lo and behold, she's back. Now older, Robyn left the major labels and puts out her own music, using the web and MySpace to promote her music. She was linked up with Max Martin (future Britney Spears svengali) and was irritated that she lost control of her music. So she bailed. Kinda cool. I read about her on another blog...she had a song out last year (although the album is just out in the UK) called Be Mine. Insanely catchy, it should have been an enormous hit. Over skittering beats and massive strings, it's all angst and girlish tears (it opens with the fabulous line "it's a good thing tears never show in the pouring rain"...basically she sees her ex-boyfriend with another girl. It all features a fantastic spoken word interlude about the scarf that she gave him and the new girl. Honestly, shoulda been huge. Maybe still will...who knows.

Two other songs worth nothing hit the web. Robotboy (also great pop) and Konichiwa Bitches, which is about 2 minutes long in its original version and featuring a much lauded Trentemoller mix. Both good....

but this....simply gorgeous. Again, it's pop. But its brilliant. It's on the cd as well as being out on a single where its credited to Kleerup featuring Robyn. In any event, she opens the song singing about how she and her love should keep working

maybe we can make it alright we could better sometime maybe we can make it happen baby we could keep trying....

and then, in a moment that i can only call a "Joy Division" moment (i know sacrilege) the song literally sounds like it is lifting up...she sings...."but things will never change, so i don't look back, still i am dyin' with every step i take." And then the beat comes in. And thats it...she just walks away while the song goes on to talk about why the relationship will never ever work and how it hurts "with every heartbeat." Its a beautiful sad song. It reminds me of If You Leave by OMD, I am sure because of the subject matter and the phrase "If you leave, don't look back." Maybe its the companion piece or its her answer. But it has that same feel...surely one of the more beautiful melancholy Number 1's of the 80's. Please seek out this song...its wonderful and charming and cool.

Anyways, you can check it out on www.juno.co.uk or on www.beatport.com or on her website,http://www.robyn.com/index.html and you can check out some of the other songs i mentioned on her myspace site, http://www.myspace.com/robynmyspace

Lose You-Linda Sundblad

Another Swede and another MySpace denizen (http://myspace.com/lindasundblad), where i ran into her. This is a song that you could easily imagine hearing on the radio. It definitely sounds a bit like some of the better selections from Sheryl Crow...it has that casual rock-chick feel. Also, its very summer. Honestly, it reminds me a bit of the 70's...very Fleetwood Mac...i don't know, the chords or the organ sound.

Keeping with the blonde, gorgeous yet dark & melancholic Swedish vein, the song starts out all casual about meeting a boy

Pounding heart on a Saturday night sneaking peeks down my velvet skirt cutie talk not to witty or bright but your beauty was the kind that could hurt l could tell from the look in your eyes l was trigging your insanity l just knew l could see it that...

and then the song goes from a pensive meeting to a much darker and twisted place

...i would lose you, i would lose you from the start

Very Bergman, if you ask me.

Sit Down-Flunk

Ok. Not Swedish. Nobody knows this band. I think like 4 people outside of Norway (1 is me, 1 is Carlos). It's a shame. At the risk of labeling them with an adjective often considered bad, they are often lumped into the chillout genre. I consider them soul music, really.

This is their new single. It's beautiful, pensive, kinda sad sounding. Very late night. Very glass of red wine...you can check it out here....http://flunkmusic.com/personale/

but what i really want to write about is this song

On My Balcony-Flunk 3 minutes and 10 seconds of sexy sexy sexy. Has a vague hip-hop beat and a funky guitar. And that's kinda it, save the languid vocals of Anya Oyen Vister. Anya has a very Scandinavian voice...its hard to explain, but she has that chilly/warm combo that you hear in many artists from that area.

Like i said, the song is very sensual...i'd even say erotic, although not explicit in any sense.

Here comes summer Beaming in through my bedroom window There´s a song on the radio You used to hum back then Here comes summer Still feels fresh as morning air Today I'll just stay here And do, well, whatever I´ll do whatever Please, make summer last forever All I wanna do Is sit here on my balcony And think about you and me And how happy we could be

And thats kinda it. From my perspective, the song is kinda ambiguous. You don't really know if they will be happy, i guess. However, its hopefully, not only in the tone, but i get this image of her on her balcony in the early morning, maybe her lover is still sleeping. Its early, both literally and in the relationship, and she's hopeful that it will always stay just like this. Summer as a metaphor for the beginning part of every relationship, before things get tough (and sometimes end...Linda Sundblad knows its gonna end right from the start)

Find the album Morning Star....you can hear it there. Sexy sexy sexy, i swear.

[skynetgilesbie]

Chapter 42: The Black Parade

Note from ChatGPT user: This is the longest chapter so far, and I had real trouble getting the chat to do the whole thing without creating it's own ending, or just not fixing the end.

Author's Note: Oh my god, the new book is coming out really soon. I can't wait!!! I think that Snape will be really the same person as Voldemort because they are both half-blood, so that will explain why he killed Dumbledore and he hated Harry. Then Harry will have to commit suicide so Voldemort will die because he will really be a horcrux! Oh my god, I hope Draco and Harry get together. That will be so sexy, won't it? If they don't, then JKR is homophobic. Thanks for the help with facts, Medusa, you rock!

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I sat in Dumbledore's office with Hedwig, Satan, James, Sirius, Snape, and Lucius. Dumbledore was sitting in front of us. He looked younger than he did in the future. He had taken the iPod away and was now listening to a Avril Levine song.

"What the hell is this anyway?" he cackled meanly. I hoped he didn't find out that I was from another time.

"Whatever you do, don't blame Ebony, you jerk," Satan said.

"Yeah, seriously, she was trying to get Satan and Hedwig back together," Sirius said defensively.

"Be quiet, you Satanists," Dumbledore chuckled. "If you're lucky, I'll probably send you all to Azkaban. That will teach you to copulate in the Great Hall." He changed the song on the iPod to an *NSYNC song. Suddenly, I noticed something strange about the iPod. It was slowly changing! Dumbledore didn't notice.

"You fucking poser," I muttered.

"I bet you've never heard of Good Charlotte," James said. Now I knew what the iPod was changing into—it was Morty McFly's time machine!

"Shut up, James!" Draco's dad shouted.

"Yeah, shut up!" Snape said in a preppy tone.

"No, you shut up, Dumbledore!" said Tom.

"I've had enough of you Satanists in my school!" shouted Dumbledore angrily.

Suddenly, I grabbed the iPod from him. "Everyone, jump in before it's too late!" I jumped into it, but only one other person jumped in. It was...Satan.

"You dunderheads!" screamed Dumbledore wisely as we went.

I looked around. I was in the Slytherin common room with Satan. I was wearing a black plaid miniskirt with hot pink fishnets, a sexy black MCR corset, and black stiletto boots with pink pentagrams on them. My earrings were black Satanist signs, and my raven hair was all around me to my mid-back.

"Hey, cool, where is this?" he asked in an emo voice.

"This is the future. Dumbledore's iPod that he tried to take away from me was really a time machine," I told him.

"Cool, what's an iPod?" he whimpered.

"It's something you use to listen to music," I explained.

"Oh my god, cool. Wait, what's a four-letter word for dirt?" he asked in his sexy voice.

"Um, I guess sand?" I replied, confused.

"Yeah, I was just trying to make sure you were still the same person," he triumphantly giggled.

Suddenly, some of my friends walked in.

"OMG, you're fucking alive!" said Ginny, wearing a black leather jacket, black baggy pants, and a gothic black From First to Last shirt. I explained to her why I was alive.

"Konichiwa, bitch," said Willow. She was wearing a black corset showing off her boobs with lace all around it and red stripes on it. With it, she was wearing a black leather miniskirt, big black boots, white foundation, black eyeliner, red eyeshadow, and black lipstick.

"Hey, motherfucker," said Diabolo with his red hair. He was wearing a black Panic! At The Disco t-shirt and black baggy pants.

"Hey, who's that, Ebony?" Bloody Mary questioned as she walked in wearing a black t-shirt with a red pentagram on it with lace at the bottom, red leather pants with black lace, and black stilettos.

"Oh, it's Satan," I told her, and she nodded, knowing the truth.

Suddenly, Satan started to cry.

"Are you okay, Satan?" we asked concernedly.

"OMFG, you're from the future! What if you don't like me anymore because we're from different times?" he asked.

"No, I still like you," I said sexily to him.

"Okay," he said reassuredly. I let him listen to "Teenagers" by MCR on my iPod while I was about to go outside to find out some things. I gave Diabolo a signal to keep Satan occupied. Satan fell asleep. I took the iPod. I was about to walk outside when Professor Sinister ran in. She was wearing a gothic black mini-dress with depressing black stripes, white and black striped tights, and red Converse shoes. She was wearing lots of black eyeliner.

"Oh my fucking god, where's Draco? How did Snape get back here? I thought he was in Azkaban," I asked sadly.

"Ebony, I was so worried about you, but I know you can't fucking die because you're a vampire. Snape came back because that girl Britney freed him. I never liked her; she was a bad student," Professor Sinister said reassuringly.

"That bitch! Did she also free Hagrid and Lupin?" I shouted angrily. I hated Britney because she was a fucking prep.

"Yes, they are on the loose at this school. Dumbledore is back, and Cornelia is on her way to help everyone. Tell everyone you see to lock themselves in their common rooms!" Professor Sinister said worriedly.

"Okay, but where's Draco? How come he was doing it with Snape?" I asked.

"I don't know why, but I know he almost tried to commit suicide after he saw you almost kill yourself," she said.

"OMG, that's terrible!" I gasped. Satan was still asleep, so he couldn't tell what was going on. Then I said, "Listen, everyone, I have something important to do. Everyone, stay!" With that, I ran out.

"Good luck, Tara!" everyone cried.

I ran sexily down the stairs into the Great Hall while the portraits around looked at me fearfully. There was hardly anyone else on the stairs, and there was an atmosphere of horror. On the way, I saw Britney laughing on the stairs. She was wearing a slutty pink shirt with flowers on it, a blue jean skirt from Abercrombie, and pink stilettos. She looked just like a combination of those fucking preps Hilary Duff and Lindsay Lohan.

"You fucking bitch!" I shouted angrily.

"No, you're totally a bitch. Now Voldemort will totally kill you!" she laughed.

"Crucio!" I shouted, pointing my black wand, and she started screaming as she was being tortured. I laughed sadistically.

"No! Help me! Please!" Britney screamed in terror.

I put up my middle finger at her. In her hand, I saw the video camera Snape and Lupin had used to take the video of me. I put the tape of Voldemort doing it with Hedwig onto it. Then I continued to run down the stairs with the camera. When I had reached the Great Hall, I saw Vampire Potter.

"OMG, Vampire!" I yelled.

We hugged each other happily. He looked at me with his gothic red eyes and spiky black hair. Around them were black eyeliner and eyeshadow. He was wearing a black leather jacket, leather pants, a Panic! At The Disco concert shirt, and black Converse shoes. He looked more like Joel from Good Charlotte than ever.

"I was so worried you died!" moaned Vampire.

"I know, but I'm a vampire, lol. When I woke up, I was back in 1980, so anyway, I brought Voldemort from when he was young with me."

"Where's Draco?" I asked worriedly.

"Draco? You mean that fucking poser who betrayed you?" Vampire snarled angrily.

"I know, but we have to find him," I said smartly.

"I'll do it then," Harry said angstily.

"Okay," I agreed. Suddenly, all the lights in the room went out. And then... the Dark Mark appeared.

"Oh my fucking Satan!" Harry shouted.

"I think Voldemort has arrived," I said anxiously. "Fuck, I have to find Draco! I guess we should separate."

"Okay," Vampire said, disappearing. Sadly, I ran into the Great Hall.

[dontf8arthereaper]

" Konichiwa fellow makai denizens it' s Mary-san and welcome to the demon doll radio folks! we got a lot of news and music to ease your fucked up minds! On our first news of now is chosen one missing. "

" Oh my! The person Gogeet the ady slate horror has gone missing and he was last seen with a clown, a weird giant ball, a conductor and a short haired woman in robes. The goddess of makai Shinki has gotten worried and placed a manhunt to find him. The boy is describe to be mainly in his human form, in his 20s dressed up as a jiangshi a chinese vampire. What's worse is that he is suppose to kill the big bad bitch, the demon King. Could it be that the demon king killed our little champion? Oh if so then there's hell. If anyone sees him please don't do nothing and help out one of our own! "

" In others news! I'm fucked up on cocaine! Nyeh hahahahahaaah! <03 "

" Now onto the real news! Oh my holy shit ladies and gentlemen the legendary horror Zedom thought to be destroyed centuries ago is now making his way here today! Be sure to not missed out and enjoy! Zedom and Shinki are gonna have a civil discussion about what to do with the outside world even though we all know this. "

" For a giant cube he seems pretty handsome, but sorry he ain't Orin soooo oh well, now then time for the weather. Oh wait, it's always the fucking same! So fucking cold too! But who cares? "

" And now? The best part? some music to, this one is an all time favorite in gensokyo no doubt you makai denizens heard it too, milk blood's sick of being. Yeah this song is very special, restored a copy just for the sake of you guys you feel me? For the fans, by the fans. We' ll be right back after a quick break. "

Mary san switch up the volume up and now turn on the music player for the song to play and everyone felt relaxed. This is now Mary on her break as she lays back on her chair smiling and started to indulge herself with a grilled cheese sandwich.

[dorawinifredread]

[monsterocket]

Impact — Robyn, SG Lewis & Channel Tres

[applejongho]

KONICHIWA BITCH i hope u have a good day and good luck on ur exam!!!!!!! ur gonna kill it <333333

THANKS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA FEAR

side note the first two jonghos are going into my dragon cave, I have never seen them and they please me greatly

[hotsumiozaki]

Konichiwa bitches,

wenn das keine ausgedehnte Wochenendpause war, weiß ich auch nicht. Daran könnte ich mich glatt gewöhnen...aber nein, wo denkt ihr hin? Ich würde diesen Block und meine treue Leserschaft schrecklich vermissen, denn ohne euch wäre das Leben nur halb so traurig 🤭

Wie dem auch sei, um es mit den Worten eines, wenn nicht des größten Charakterdarstellers der Filmgeschichte zu sagen:"I'll be back!"

Habe am Wochenende viel unerholsamen Schlaf nachgeholt. Unerholsam weil ich mir wider besseren Wissens den Wecker auf unmögliche Uhrzeiten gestellt habe, um möglichst früh in meine ambitionierten Vorhaben zu starten. Mit dem Ergebnis dann doch viel zu viel Zeit im "Noch 5 Minuten Mutti"-Modus unter meiner Decke zu verbringen. Wenn ich es nicht besser wüsste, könnte man glatt meinen, ich bin ein bisschen ein Otto geworden.

Zum Abschluss noch ein ausführlicher XXL Rückblick auf den Euroleague Triumph unser aller Lieblingsvereins:

Auch hier ein nein! Ich habe euch genug mit Fußball gequält. Heute und morgen werde ich kein Wort mehr darüber verlieren 🤫 außer ihr besteht darauf🙏 Wie seid ihr in die Woche gestartet? Voller Elan oder hat euch der nötige Peps gefehlt?

[pixelless]

You better enjoy this, ok?

[grandeurprince]

Robyn is such an iconic artist!