#lil logical lo

[ataraxiaspainting]

The End.

Yan Kafka x F Reader.

Synopsis: Kafka always sits in the front row, despite being part of the show herself.

Warnings: Yandere themes, stalking, thoughts of violence, manipulation, and unhealthy relationships.

Word Count: 1k.

Ten Songs Like This Piece:

Breezeblocks by alt-J

Waltz No. 2 by Dmitri Shostakovich (feat. The Dixie String Quartet)

Swan Lake by HAUSER

Claus by Los Tres

Doin’ Time by Lana Del Ray

Lie by BTS

She’s My Collar by Gorillaz (feat. Kali Uchis)

Cha Cha by Freddie Dredd

Michelle by Sir Chloe

MONTERO (Call Me By Your Name) - SATAN’S EXTENDED VERSION by Lil Nas X

*~*~*~*

The roses are wilting.

It was destiny, fate. Such pretty things never last forever, after all, even if the entire universe wished otherwise. One way or another, they are meant to fall, like how the sun drops below where anyone can see it, being replaced with the moon, and vice versa. They fall deep, deeper than hell itself, and no one can pick them back up, unless one would be inclined to make a pact with the devil himself, doing horrendous things in his name. But Kafka has already committed such sins, so why deny doing so any longer? It is who she is. It is who you are, to be entangled in her lies and be forced to dance and to sing and to act.

With two gloved hands, she picks up the vase, spilling out the moldy water and the dying roses, the roses she got for you after you sang so well at the opera house, looking so beautiful, into the trash can underneath your makeup vanity, where little clumps of hair and emptied products always meet their end.

She’ll get you a new bouquet later. A new vase too. Perhaps instead of white roses you would like red ones instead? Kafka knows that this vase is cheap too, from one of your fellow divas, whose high notes are not as high as yours and her costumes not as elaborate or as elegant as yours.

“I honestly don’t see why you even try to befriend any of them, darling. They are all envious harpies. They can’t hold a candle to anything you do.”

You are not here, but Kafka’s mouth always has a mind of its own, so it spins lies even when your delicate, lovely ears are not in the general vicinity. Not that she minds it. But yours is what she is quite more so than trifles with, because yours is carefully controlled by her and her alone, and you, as always, don’t get a say. It’s a sort of hypocrisy, Kafka thinks, but she doesn't mind that either.

If she has to, she’ll even sew your mouth shut, your ears shut, your eyes shut, if that is what it takes for you to stay with her. She doubts it would ever come to that, though, because you are always too fragile and too trusting to tell the difference between an Iago and a Desdemona. But the latter role would much better suit you, her little flower, her princess.

You are so precious, but also a treasure prying eyes will always want to touch and see and hear. Kafka would, in all honesty, love to cut their hands and tongues off, if it did not ruin the carefully crafted image she made just for you. Maybe later, though, when all the stage lights are off.

“Lady Macbeth, hmm?” She murmurs.

She disagrees with the role you were given entirely. But, you were not one to stand up for yourself, so Kafka let it go. 

“You really ought to leave this business soon, dearest.” Kafka looks around, her arms crossed, not impressed with the room you were given in the slightest. “You can always just come with me.” She meant it. “Imagine all the sights you would see. All the food you would eat. All the gifts I would be so happy to give you. All the hugs and kisses you would receive from me. Everything… just think about it.”

She could imagine it herself. It is not hard, really, for the mind to reject all sense of logic and bow down to the whim of what is known as human emotions, mortal joys, woes, desires, wants, and needs. She could imagine sitting you on her lap as the ship jumps to the next world she will have to visit, telling you stories of the past, present, and future, as you look on with amazement. You don’t do that anymore, now. She would do anything to see it come back. She would steal a crown and place it on your head, though you having the genuine article does not make you any stronger. If anything, perhaps it would make you weaker to her whims.

“Imagine that…” She sighs, closing her eyes as she smiles. “We can go to Penacony. Your dreams would come true there if I cannot make them true myself. You can sleep on beds worth more than this entire opera house. If only you would let me. I know it would make you happy. I know it would make me happy. So why wouldn’t it make you?”

She would listen to your ultimate pains, and your ultimate wishes, and act accordingly. She loved you. You will too, again. It is only a matter of time, isn’t it? Yes, Kafka thinks, it is fate. 

…

Kafka always sits in the front row of the theater.

It does not matter whether or not she purchased the tickets for it, the seat, or the show soon to come to fruition. No one dares talk back to her, even security. She finds comfort in that. No one gets in the way of her having the chance to see you. Better yet, no one else sits in the front row when she is present.

So, she watches, one of her legs crossed over the other, her eyes never blinking. During interludes she likes to adjust her makeup accordingly, painting on another shade of crimson to her lips. Art comes in many forms, after all.

Kafka told you that once. As always, you listened dutifully as she taught you to be.

She taught you many things, not just that. She taught you how to read constellations. She helped you learn her vocabulary in the books she gave you, often long fairytales or poems. She preferred it that way when you used to be so eager to have someone be friendly to you and not want to simply use you for their own amusement, not wanting to throw you out of the opera house altogether.

The opera house may rot after it goes up in flames, in the future, if things go her way as it always does, but she’ll stay to watch it all, to take you in as you cry and as she shushes you. She’ll be happy. Maybe you will be too, for her. It matters how good your performance is, if you even want to act anymore, after all.

The lights dim, and she shows her pearl-white teeth as she grins.

[wraithdance]

The TF 141 Compatibility Love Report

For: @buttdumplin

Disclaimer:

This is based on my personal opinion and interpretation of you and the character.  the user makes no claims to be a real doctor or any medical professional. Unfortunately for you I am but a figment of your imagination so you can't sue me. *scary ghost noises* whoooooo

The Doc says your TF 141 Perfect Match is…

Captain John Price!

Don't act surprised my friend, it's time to face the music!

Romance: You like em big. You like em tall. You like em loyal. You damn sure like em a lil bossy with a firm grip and a propensity to calling you some combination of sweet boy and love :)

You and John are the most compatible to me by a landslide. You're cut from the same cloth, both self assured about the things that matter to you and loyal to a fault. The difference is one of you has a raging size kink and I'm not looking at Price. The mountain also known as Captain would be the partner who stands firm at your side with a guiding hand. There would be no greater- or worthwhile -challenge for him than staying in your good graces. He's naturally a giver and would make your comfort a priority for him. He's also not afraid to do the heavy lifting and will not hesitate to bust a jaw for you as long as you're there to kiss his knuckles after.

John and you would not be without your ups and downs. You're both naturally headstrong and when you do find yourself on opposite sides of an argument it's one for the books. He'd be frustrated by your logic and sense of justice and you by his bull in the china shop technique to getting the job done. But it's okay, because like a tether the string of fate would lead you right back where you started. Reading books under a nice tree, domestic tasks made intimate by cracking teasing jokes about his bad back, drinks on the patio pointing out the stars. A once in a lifetime love affair.

Sex: Let's circle back to that size kink shall we. Price would love, that you love his height and the broadness of his shoulders. He'd also love that you love when he can't wait to bully you into that position where he can slide righttttttt there. If there's one thing that you both would be consistently on the same page about it's fucking. You two would be like teammates on the same field, quickly going over the game plan and executing with perfection. I think he'd like it if you bossed him around a lil bit in bed. he'd certainly take it until you've gotten your fill before he says 'my turn' and flips your world on it's axis. His favorite though would be the really lazy days where you're both just looking for connection, half fucking and laughing about your day and kissing each other tenderly :')

Possible points of Contention:

He doesn't understand the fun in DnD

Hides his hurt behind gruff one liners

Beard shed like a goddamn poodle

Your Poly Pairing (haha) is….

PriceRudy or (Pricegaz)- What? A weird obscure poly pairing?? Hear me out, I think you'd work for the awkward but efficient Sergeant Major of Los Vaqueros! He's a boy scout who needs a lil bit of teasing and in return you get to see him flustered and heart eyed over you. I can also see Gaz in a poly pairing with you and Price for similar reasons that we've already extensively yapped about lol. Either Gaz or Rudy's attentive and self assured nature would please you and they would flow well with Price's seasoned methodology to keep the love going. I think having the shared cultural connection with Rudy would be a safe space for you in this poly pairing (and being able to gang up on Price would be an added plus.)

[stardustsides]

we’ll all be here forever

content warnings: references to underage drinking, general anxiety about going away to college

pairings: romantic logicality

word count: 1357

surprise, a lil logicality oneshot i wrote a few months ago but never posted. enjoy !!!

~

“I thought I might find you here.”

Patton glanced up from his spot on his attic bedroom floor. He was sitting cross-legged on his shag carpet he’s had since childhood, the dying light from outside pooling around him soft as honey, yearbook open in his lap. The circular window above his head was cracked open, letting the early summer air mingle with the muted sounds of the graduation party in the backyard.

Logan stood in the doorway, wearing a red Harvard t-shirt and looking unsure of himself. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you—“

“Not at all,” Patton replied, patting the spot beside him. “Come sit.”

After a moment, he did, stooping a bit to fit inside. Logan had had a major growth spurt back in the summer before junior year, and now could no longer stand at his full height in Patton’s bedroom without hitting his head on the slanted ceilings. He folded his limbs in carefully and sat next to him.

Once, Patton might have felt the need to grin at Logan, to wipe every trace of melancholy from his expression and eagerly fill the silence between them. But the silence was comfortable, and Patton was lately finding that around Logan, he had to pretend less and less. And so for a little while, the two flicked through the yearbook together, quietly laughing to themselves when a particularly bad picture of one of their friends came up, and recounting the memories of the past year. Of the past four.

“Aww,” Patton said suddenly, pointing to the two-page spread made for the annual school musical. “Roman was so good in that. He made me cry.”

Logan glanced at him, his mouth twisting into a wry smile. “It was Mamma Mia.”

Patton swatted him on the arm. “Mamma Mia has serious moments! I bet plenty of people teared up during ‘Slipping Through my Fingers’!”

Logan snorted, turning his attention back to the book. “Oh, there’s Janus at the mock trial.”

“He did so good!”

“He did. Though he is going to law school after college, so I doubt that his opponents were thrilled about facing off with him.”

Patton fell silent again, the statement settling over him like a weighted blanket. The pictures on the photo wall above his desk fluttered in the light breeze. He wanted to curl up beneath it and let this moment live forever.

“…Patton,” Logan asked carefully. “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you down at the party?”

“I could ask you the same thing, Mr. Harvard-man,” Patton replied, but it didn’t come out as playful as he had hoped. The six of them—their tight-knit friend group since freshman year—had been planning the joint graduation party since they had gotten back from winter break. It had been decided that they would hold it at Patton’s house, because his house—which was actually a repurposed barn—had the biggest backyard. The others had come over at the crack of dawn to set up; now, fairy lights adorned the backyard, and streamers the colors of every college they had chosen cascaded around the perimeter.

It looked lovely, and yet as soon as the first guests had trickled in, Patton found that he just wanted to be alone.

Logan looked at him, a little furrow between his brows. Patton had often thought of that little furrow: if Logan knew it was there, what it would be like to press his thumb to it and smooth it out. He pushed those thoughts down, as he had gotten skilled at doing.

At last, he sighed. “I guess it’s just hitting me. That we’re all leaving.”

“…ah.”

“Yeah.”

Another bout of silence, punctuated by the faint sound of Remus beating Roman in a game of cornhole and crowing about his victory.

“You really don’t need to worry, Lo,” Patton said softly, offering him a wan smile. “I’ll be okay. Go down and enjoy the party.”

“You know that I have never been a party person.”

“You might be next year. I hear Harvard parties get crazy.”

“All the more reason for me not to go.”

“Yeah, well.” Patton sighed. “Who knows what next year will be like. Maybe we’ll all be different by then. We already are.”

A few weeks ago, they had rented a mountain house for a weekend, as per the “senior week” tradition. Roman had managed to smuggle a few boxes of hard seltzers and a bottle of vodka, and they had spent their Saturday night in various stages of drunkenness. It had all felt very grown up.

“Nothing has to change,” Logan started uncertainly.

“Logan,” he replied. “It already is.”

“That doesn’t mean that we won’t all still be close.”

“I know. But sometimes I wish that we could stop time, just for a little while.”

Another silence settled over them like a fresh layer of snow. Patton was thinking of what to say, of how to apologize for ruining the moment, when he felt Logan’s hand over his. He looked up in surprise—Logan was staring straight ahead, a muscle feathering in his jaw, as if he was trying to decide whether or not to speak.

Patton put his other hand on top of Logan’s and squeezed.

For a suspended moment, Patton’s world narrowed: the distant chatter outside, the early summer breeze, Logan’s hand between his, Logan’s breathing. He felt warm from the inside out, and all of his troubles suddenly seemed so very far away.

“Patton,” Logan began haltingly. “I—you know that I would never—that is, I could never—I could never let myself grow apart from you?”

Patton looked at him. Logan looked vaguely frustrated with himself, his cheeks daylily pink. He pushed his glasses further up his nose.

“I know,” Patton replied softly. “Me neither.”

Logan nodded faintly. “Good,” he said, almost to himself.

For a moment, Patton thought that that was it, and the comfortable silence would return. He turned his gaze back toward the window.

“Patton,” Logan said again, his voice taking on a strange timbre.

Patton looked at him again, and their eyes met. He felt a zing of something go down his spine, thrilling and terrifying. He suddenly had the distinct feeling of standing on the precipice of some great unknown, teetering precariously on the edge.

Logan, for the first time Patton could ever remember, was completely lost for words. He opened his mouth and closed it again, a short, nervous breath escaping him.

And then Patton leaned forward and kissed him.

Logan’s lips were slightly chapped, and he tasted a hint of vanilla frosting from the massive sheet cake downstairs; it was brief yet lingering, and when Patton drew back, Logan’s eyes looked starry behind his glasses.

And before Patton could even open his mouth to speak, Logan took his face in his hands and kissed him again, sweet and awkward and achingly tender. Their glasses clinked together. Patton could feel Logan’s nervous heartbeat through his chest, thumping in tandem with his own.

It felt like a puzzle piece had slid into place.

When Logan pulled away, there was a brief, suspended moment of pure wonder as they stared at each other. And then Patton started giggling. He felt giddy, like he was a can of soda that had been shaken and was now bubbling up everywhere. He was sparkling, fizzy.

Logan cracked a grin, shy and bashful but dazzling, and Patton’s heart felt so full.

“So,” he said, giggling.

“So.” Logan replied.

“Did I ever tell you you look cute in red?” Patton grinned, nodding at Logan’s Harvard shirt. Logan’s flush deepened.

“I don’t believe so.”

“I guess I better tell you more often, then.”

“I suppose you should.”

Later, Roman would burst into the room, reprimands about ditching the party dying on his tongue when he sees their joined hands. Later, they would have to endure endless teasing and scrutiny from their friends, various ‘I called it’-s and ‘I told you so’-s. Later, they would officially call themselves boyfriends, the word thrilling and new.

But for now, on the floor of his attic bedroom, Logan’s hand in his, Patton felt time stretch before him, golden and bright, and he found that he wasn’t scared at all.

[aquilaaktuk]

deathstar puss in boots last wish au? deathstar puss in boots last wish au.

hastily doodled in a starbucks and everything. theres like way more tho

’why is this written like a shitpo-’ I WRITE LIKE I THINK AND HOW I THINK MADE ONE OF MY TEACHERS PUT ME IN LEARNING ENHANCEMENT IM NOT KIDDING

anyway i had an idea for this but it came to me at 6am after i just woke up so it’s probably REALLY eh. anyway kid is death because thats like the logical jump and blackstar is puss and tsubaki is kitty but not romantically involved at all because tsustar is. vile. anyway, they’re cat robin-hoods, steal from the rich give to the poor. one day blackstar steals something thats supposed to grant immortality and he’s like “theres no way this is real but lemme test it out anyway for personal reasons.” and then it ends up being real. and he’s totally chilling with that because this could be his shot at surpassing god ‘cept death and death jr are not okay with that at all and he looses in a really funny way to dtk and gets pretty pissed. his day is ruined more when tsubaki says she’s on her last life and wants to retire and blackstar properly freaks out. in my head i steal from the sandman a little and the thompsons are two regular twins who got killed during a robbery gone wrong and then get the chance to keep ‘living’ as presumably servants of death and they’re like ‘yeah sure whatever’ and then get passed off to his neurotic nervous wreck of a son and then also belatedly realise theyre ravens and definitely not human. they chill though theyre his literal wing-sisters. *flicks wrist*

anyway because big daddy death is totally not chill with the idea of immortal cats wandering around he tells dtk to go and Git Him because its good training for when he succeeds him or whatever. anyway dtk goes and tries to do that and even though every time they fight he absolutely claps blackstar, b*star always gets away and its getting kinda really frustrating, so he just watches him trying to find a moment where his guard is down enough for a quick stab n go. doesnt really happen instead he just gets feelings which is really gay and lame of him everyone point and laugh. anyway eventually he goes from ‘i must kill this guy because dad said so’ to ‘i wanna be his friend and maybe also kiss him idk’ hes not very good at emotions. its just as well the thompsons are there. anyway eventually theyre on speaking terms and after much preamble they have a lil heart to heart and its very sweet.

i imagine if ass*star was a cat he’d be a maine coon not because they’re large or particularly menacing, but because theyre one of the few breeds with enough fur to maintain that absolutely batshit hairstyle that hes got going

anway kid is like totally freaking out because big daddy death told him to go and kill this guy and he’s absolutely not done that at all, in fact he’s done the polar opposite and romanced him instead so they’re running around trying to figure out what to do and liz is like ‘dude your dad would kill and die for you why not just be out with it’ so they do that and lo and behold, big daddy death is like. totally chill about it.

anyway death dies and that really sucks but i also havent thought up to that point, all i know is that ass*star wont be allowed to run around like that forever and hes definitely not off the hook for becoming some fucked up god of accidentally gaining immortality. 

‘but what about the lines of sa-’ i dont care. 

[stillebesat]

16, 21, 25? For the writing ask game lol

16) are there any characters who haunt you?

Hmmm.....I think it's more of like....the plot/scene that the character is in that would haunt me more than the character itself. At least in fanfic terms....OC terms? Oh yah. I have OCs from Elementary School that I still think upon from time to time.

21) what do you think when you read over your older work?

^^;; Most of the time I tend to think "Oh wow, this is much better than I remember. Go me! I do write well!! Unless I'm in Editor mode. Then Editor Me needs to talk to Punctuation Me next Friday at 4pm behind the Denny's.

25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of

^^;; Since we were talking about older work in the question above my thoughts immediately went to A Sweet Discovery. It's by far my favorite story to have written and Lil Lo never fails to cheer me up when reading it. ^^;;

Logan huffed as the door remained closed. “Anxie!” He called out, knocking without stopping. “You not sleeping! I know! You pretending. Anxie!” He increased the tempo. “Come out. Come out! Come--” Logic yelped, stumbling backwards as the door was forcefully thrown open, only barely managing to keep the jelly from crashing to the floor. 

“WHAT!” Anxiety demanded, glaring down at Logan. “I don’t have any candy, Logic. Go away.” 

Logan stuck out his tongue, recovering his balance quickly. “I have Jelly, grumpyface.” He stated, holding it out, quietly pleased to see Anxiety go still. Had he surprised him? Good. “I be nice and try some with you. So you be happy. And if I don’t like it, which I won’t! You will be nice and make me sweets, so I be happy. Kay?” 

Thanks for the ask!! ^^;;

[uneasylisteningradio]

International Women's Day March 9, 2024

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Behind the Mask: The Rise of ALTRBOY and 'LAMBO EYES' Say hello to ALTRBOY; the latest addition to the list of artists who are making music feel fresh and exciting with her newly released song “LAMBO EYES. ”ALTRBOY is not your ordinary trap artist, she’s playing with the genre and subverting expectations with a touch of dark pop that loads this song with brightness. Like her high-pitched voice with that bass, you know the deep kind that rumbles your chest? When you put it all together you definitely get goosebumps. However, don’t think that she just appeared randomly and out of the blue. ALTRBOY has been out of the limelight for some time now creating tracks for other artists like John legends and Sabrina Claudio. Well, now she’s decided to step out into the light herself, and let me tell you something, you’re going to want to watch. Her inspirations are apparent in her work: From Lil Yachty to James Blake, she has drawn from all of them. “LAMBO EYES” is as you might have guessed was created after one wild night with the inspiration coming from Lamborghini headlight. But only ALTRBOY could take that and make it a banger. The music style she brings can be classified as unique since there is nothing like it in the market now. The groovy rhythms, sequences of synths, and lush melodies accompanied by auto-tuned singing sound are so compelling that one would want to play songs on loop. And that’s not all – there is even more music coming out soon. ALTRBOY may be here for a good time, but she’s here to take the music industry by storm. So sit tight, ladies and gentlemen We are going deep into her territory to discover what drives this emerging talent. Listen to LAMBO EYES below https://open.spotify.com/track/41IX8a9xI1UWMOvOwb2wYQ Follow ALTRBOY on Spotify Instagram What is your stage name? ALTRBOY Is there a story behind your stage name? I use a plugin called Little Alterboy on a lot of my vocals and at the time I was changing creative direction as I used to go by a different name. I really liked the name AlterBoy but I wanted to make it a bit different so I removed the “E” and made it ALTRBOY. Where do you find inspiration? I listen to a lot of different genres of music and tend to pull from what I enjoy the most. I have been through a lot in my life and usually right from my own story but I also enjoy telling stories from other peoples point of view, I find that to be quite relatable. What was the role of music in the early years of your life? I grew up doing school musicals at a young age. High school was a difficult time for me, I ended up moving away at 16 and music wasn’t in my life as often. It wasn’t until I was in my early 20’s that I started to take music more seriously. I started making beats on GarageBand and eventually graduated into Logic Pro. During that time I realized I love writing more than anything so I started to focus more on songwriting and eventually I moved to Los Angeles to pursue my dreams. Are you from a musical or artistic family? No. My father is a roofing contractor and my mother is a bookkeeper. Although my household was not very musical my parents always played music. They loved to play Elton John, Cat Stevens, Paul Simon, Gospel music, Michael Jackson and many more. Who inspired you to be a part of the music industry? When I was young I loved writing poetry. My friend and I started a little songwriting group (just the 2 of us) where we would write songs together and sing them without music, as neither one of us could play an instrument. As I got older I knew I wanted to be in the creative arts and music was something that I wanted to be really good at so I dedicated all my time to songwriting. How did you learn to sing/write/to play? I had a great mentor that taught me how to use Logic which is where it all started. He taught me work ethic and persistence which lead me to work on my craft every day until I became who I am today. What was the first concert that you ever went to and who did you see perform?

The Foo Fighters How could you describe your music? Depending on which song you are listening to I would say my sound is a mix of grungy pop and emotional songs that anyone who’s been heartbroken can relate to on some level. Describe your creative process. I usually start with a simple loop. I then record a few melody ideas and pick the ones I like the most and from there I begin to write. [caption id="attachment_56350" align="alignnone" width="2000"] Depending on which song you are listening to I would say my sound is a mix of grungy pop and emotional songs that anyone who’s been heartbroken can relate to on some level[/caption] What is your main inspiration? Myself. I want to be my best self, I want to continue to grow and out-do my yesterday self. I want my younger self to be proud of the person I’ve become. What musician do you admire most and why? Pharrell Williams and Kanye West. Pharrell because he is such a talented shining light that stays true to himself no matter what and Kanye because he is incredibly talented and has had such a large impact on the music and fashion industry and he is unapologetically himself. Did your style evolve since the beginning of your career? Yes Who do you see as your main competitor? Myself What are your interests outside of music? I love spending time in nature; hiking, beach, jogging in the forest, etc. I like thrifting. I enjoy painting on clothes and shoes and occasionally make jewelry. I just like to stay creative. If it wasn't a music career, what would you be doing? Idk. Probably living in the middle of nowhere without a cell phone enjoying life lol. What is the biggest problem you have encountered in the journey of music? Genuine relationships. The industry moves different and you have to learn how to filter out the good ones from the bad ones. It can be pretty brutal at times. It can definitely make you feel pretty isolated and lonely if you let it. If you could change one thing in the music industry, what would it be? Songwriters get paid equally. https://open.spotify.com/artist/4Rh1fsKSgnCCTzwsz8dBDD Why did you choose this as the title of this project? The title of this song came after an intoxicated conversation about how Lamborghini headlights look similar to a faded persons eyelids. What are your plans for the coming months? Continue to make music. I have a lot of projects I am working on right now, including my own stuff. So I will be pretty busy. Do you have any artistic collaboration plans? Yes, I am working with a number of producers and artists right now. Helping build projects from the ground up, creating music for tv/film and much more. What message would you like to give to your fans? Stay true to yourself, always. If you work hard, stay focused and keep your energy clear there’s nothing you can’t do.

[thesinglesjukebox]

RM - "COME BACK TO ME"

Permission to shower?

[5.17]

Anna Katrina Lockwood: BTS' thoughtful leader, RM, is actively rejecting the aggressively populist tropes his group has traded in for the past five years or so. "Come Back To Me" is a pretty nice song! Languidly downtempo, minimally arranged, acoustically instrumented — it's a trope in and of itself how much this song slots in the playbook of the post-boy group redefinition in progress. OHHYUK's production is the dominant attribute, which is not a bad thing but perhaps not quite what one would expect from a release from a BTS member. RM's vocals kind of drift on by indistinctly — so, perhaps less of an active rejection of the boy group tropes than a meditation. [7]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: RM takes the typical café-friendly Korean ballad and makes it "respectable," bringing on OHHYUK and Sunset Rollercoaster's frontman. The result is something closer to the former's music but with a faux-deep seriousness (a common problem with BTS solo projects). The switching between English and Korean is fun, highlighting the differences in mood between both languages, but this is a song whose relaxed mood is too manicured and labored over. RM is in the shadow of the 2017 class of KRNB artists who could do this stuff effortlessly, from Rad Museum to 2xxx to offonoff. [4]

Nortey Dowuona: Apparently Sunset Rollercoaster were in the off-hours playlist. I hope none of my fellow writers who suffered the shocking betrayal of 2022 by Lil Yachty are surprised by this. I was though, so I will close my mouth. Praise Kuo for his fantastic guitar riffs, praise OHHYUK for having the good sense to trust RM to stick to his range so the Melodyning wasn't v obvious, and condemn Tame Impala for teaching young men my age all over the world the best way to make guitar driven music is to lock it in Logic.  [10]

Michael Hong: RM assembled some of Asian indie's biggest — here, he's got Hyukoh's OHHYUK and Sunset Rollercoaster's Tseng Kuo-hung — for an album engineered to sound tasteful. The result feels like a room dressed in the soft lighting and refined fixtures meant to look stylish but never lived-in. Beyond the pleasantness, "Come Back to Me" feels like nothing: a cursory outline of feelings sluggishly pulled together into roll credits that work better closing out the album than they do as a lead single. Even in the case of the former, it still sounds uninspired. [2]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: There's a cafe that I go to in my neighborhood fairly often — I'm not a regular or anything, but I know the different baristas and their tastes. There's a set that lean towards crowdpleasers: Motown, lite-'80s pop, some of the sunnier elements of the Jason Mraz-wave of the 2000s. Some lean more toward the Boygenius-National-Bon Iver constellation, and then a few more opt for even more anonymous choices: piano covers of pop hits, lo-fi beats to study and relax to. "Come Back to Me" is one of the few songs that could slot into any of their playlists, a pleasingly blank object with just enough heavy-handed marks of artistry that it sounds bespoke. [5]

Ian Mathers: This feels almost aggressively shapeless, and I mean that as a compliment. "I forgot the hour/I don't want to know about the hour" is pretty much the mood the song both engenders and reflects, and even when it hits a kind of stumbling crescendo, there something appealingly weary and wary about it. It kind of reminds me of Jack Johnson, but for once I don't mean that as a pejorative. [7]

Katherine St. Asaph: Drifts perilously close (and the verb here truly is "drifts") toward a set of sounds I normally don't love: Post Malone, How to Dress Well, Jack Johnson, "The Lazy Song." RM alternates between barely trying to sing and trying way, way too hard. Yet while I still don't love this, I like it well enough. He sounds genuinely introspective, maybe that's why. [6]

Alfred Soto: Maybe I'd prefer it in Korean, but I suspect it would sound like Post Malone or something. [3]

TA Inskeep: So sleepy it feels as if he took some Ambien before recording. I miss the old Rap Monster of “Do You.” [3]

Will Adams: If you're willing to put up with the first two minutes of post-coital guitar noodling from your worst college hookup, you'll be rewarded with four minutes of blazed-out relaxation on a blanket on the quad after finals week is over. Your mileage will vary based on how fondly you recall your college years. [5]

Mark Sinker: Every time I had this playing while I worked – concentrating, barely even half listening probably – I was loving it, for the mood and the simplicity and the whistling; for the husky lightness at the edge of my attention. And I like that even when you point your thinking listening mind at it, it’s still not much more than a feather dodging your grasp. It doesn’t firm up or settle or clarify, quite the opposite.   [7]

Jonathan Bradley: At close to a third of the way through these six-and-a-half interminable minutes, RM allows some drums to kick into his dorm room serenade, suggesting he has Anderson .Paak's stoned beach-soul headiness in mind for "Come Back to Me," rather than a deliberate attempt to whistle his way into Jack Johnson's deck chair. "I forgot to shower," he muses, and I think he's trying to suggest there's something filthy about his attempt at funk; he does, after all, pronounce "staying good" as if he hopes listeners might hear "stank good." Get dressed, dude. Use some deodorant. [3]

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Sclaice feat. DJ Lil Cut - Il singolo “Reset”

Il rapper di Varese annuncia il disco ufficiale distribuito da Trumen Records

Sclaice, rapper della classe '95 di Varese, è pronto a ufficializzare l'uscita del suo nuovo disco dopo il successo in radio del singolo “Versi In Paradiso”, uscito nel 2022. Distribuito da Trumen Records, esce oggi “Reset”, title track che darà il nome anche al disco, il terzo ufficiale per l'artista. Il brano “Reset” è prodotto dallo stesso artista ed è una ballad hip hop classic con forti sfumature jazz e rap. Il piano rhodes, la chitarra elettrica suonata da Riccardo Bianchi, gli accordi sperimentali nelle strofe, il chorus con un synth-pad, il basso fingerstyle e la batteria, rendono “Reset” un brano versatile, da una parte groove swing con un'atmosfera molto soft, dall’altra, più hardcore grazie alla presenza di cassa e rullante. Nel singolo “Reset” è presente il featuring con DJ Lil Cut, che introduce un sample tratto dal testo Soul Food II di Logic, uno storytelling suonato con la tecnica dello scratch, che si collega con la trama del brano. Il tema, lo stesso trainante del disco, si riferisce all'azzerare tutto e al ricominciare.

 “Reset si lega all’azzeramento della condizione attuale, tratta dal periodo post-pandemia, mettendo in primo piano la voglia di ricominciare, lanciando un messaggio pulito e privo di contaminazioni, in cui a prevalere deve essere la realtà terrena a discapito di quella virtuale.” Sclaice

 Il videoclip, girato da Federico Mannato, è stato realizzato in una delle suite professionali dello studio di registrazione del Phonica di Fagnano Olona (Varese), dove il progetto ha preso vita. Lo stile del video riprende la dualità della produzione. Atmosfere dark minimal si alternano a luci soffuse, passando dal blu divino nel primo verso, al verde terreno nel secondo. La location rappresenta in senso narrativo la scatola nera, il punto scomodo da cui ripartire utilizzando la musica come unico mezzo di comunicazione dove l’artista si rivolge in modo diretto all’obiettivo della videocamera che rappresenta l’interlocutore. “Reset”, il nuovo singolo di Sclaice, è disponibile nei migliori store digitali e in tutte le radio Italiane.

 Guarda il videoclip

https://youtu.be/ftlkNxZzgu0

 Francesco Sclafani conosciuto come Sclaice, nato a Busto Arsizio (VA), il 14 maggio 1995, è un rapper, dj, musicista e produttore discografico. Eclettico, raffinato e unico nel suo genere, si avvicina al mondo della musica durante l'adolescenza iniziando sin da subito a suonare la batteria, per poi perfezionarsi negli anni a venire in diversi gruppi di vario genere, facendosi spazio nella produzione musicale ed intraprendendo successivamente una carriera solista. Appassionato di cultura hip hop, l’idea di combinare gli elementi del jazz tradizionale e con quelli del rap contemporaneo lo porta ad aprirsi ad un pubblico universale.

 Website: https://sclaice.com

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sclaice.production/

Spotify:https://open.spotify.com/album/7mEpW6NtwDZ5fcyN2gx8Y3?si=hFlKSnxLTw2OhCjkVvMFcg&nd=1

 Press and Media relations: Selene Grandi

www.comdart.co.uk

[babysizedfics]

:D!!! its pets timeeeee!!!! :O its like show and tell!!! :D!!!!! okok my dog first!!!

this is my bb cupcake!!! shes very lovely and sweet and i love her!!!! shes a chihuahua!!! and also she has lil freckles on her tummy that r like sprinkles!!!!!

this is trixie!!! shes soft but shes a brAt and lays on my piano all the time >:( but i love her!!!

this is bella!!! shes super pretty and shy but shes a sweetheart!!! we meow at eachother a lot hdjdjdjjd

and this is scooter!!!! hes kind of a meanie and bites me a lot >:( but its just cuz hes a grumpy old cat! hes rlly sweet when he wants to be and loves cuddles!!!

thats all my bbs!!!! theyre aWesome and i love them all sm and i hope u like them!!!!!! :D!!! 💚💚💚

Bee: They are all such good littol cuties!!! hello friends!!

oh my gosh i love them all they have such distinct personalities

and if i may:

cupcake = patton

trixie = roman

bella = virgil

scooter = logan

[thecatboyfriend-moved]

Uh,hey- it's me,again- I'm thinking of making a new agere blog for the sides,,what should be the first thing I write about there,,,? (U dont gotta answer if u don't feel like it-) ~Corrupt ,being unusually shy

ah hell yeah dude!!! i love ts agere stuff! well if u wanna like get noticed, i recommend writin anythin with cg pat or lo and agere vee or roman. the community lOves that. but my opinion? i love agere intrulogical! cg ree and baby lo is the bEst and i love readin it!!

[ceubic]

i just had a fucking weird ass dream that was basically a combination of the 90s sonic cartoon, duck tales, and teenage mutant ninja turtles. anyways i have a GREAT idea for a hit new cartoon you guys.

[adrianasunderworld]

I came to a video online about men doing period simulations and a lot of them can't really stand it and I just felt a bit of a superiority from it lol

Imagine if somehow, a student can transfer pain and stuff with their magic, and so out of curiosity they just try to feel what Miss Yuu feels everytime she has a period, thinking she's just being dramatic. Lo and behold they actually ended up respecting Yuu A LOT because the cramps are just so painful

Seeing that would make my day. I would love for a Miss Yuu to somehow get her hands on one of those machines and go around to each dorm and getting the guys to do it, and playing it off like a test of strength. "Come on up and prove you're not a lil bitch!"

I feel like the ones who would not doubt that cramps hurt would be Deuce, Ortho, Trey, Cater, Riddle, Jamil, Kalim, Leona, Malleus, Lilia, and Silver.

Ortho is decked out with all this medical equipment like Baymax. He would know about the statistics about periods and how painful they are on average, even if he can't feel it. As for Riddle, with how strict his mom was, she is still a doctor. She gave Riddle a thorough explanation about science at some point. Even periods aren't his favorite thing to discuss, he still knows better.

Trey doesn't strike me as someone who would dismiss someone who says they're in pain. Lilia has lived a long time, he knows better at this point and has passed that to Silver and Malleus. And like Trey, If you don't feel well, then you don't feel well, why should they not believe you?

Deuce, Cater, Kalim, Jamil, and Leona. Cater, Kalim, and Jamil have sisters, they heard it all, they know, you don't have to tell them. They've heard the chorus of wails because all their sisters cycles sync up, they are not allowed to forget or say they're dramatic. Because that's how you die. Deuce was raised by a single mom. He also knows the drill. Leona was raised in a matriarchal society, of course he has been educated on periods. And you know what, by that logic, Rook and Ruggie too since they're from the same place.

So when Yuu bursts into each of their dorms and tries to get anyone to do it, they are the only ones who will go, "Hell nah, I know better." Then laugh at anyone who is laying on the floor in tears after making a show of "It can't be that bad!"

[cositapreciosa]

hello ! finally here with a request 🤩 what about "why wont you let people see the good in you?" OR "i didn't know where else to go/i didnt have anywhere else to go" with our chapito? i think either or both could be juicy but its all up to you!!! (narcolini)

Juro Que

Joaquin 'Chapo' x gn!reader, 1169 words

With '' I didn't know where else to go " As always it's the fictional, not the real deal

a/n : I too extraño el bigote. A lil something for our chapito lindo

The sun is already bright and warm on your skin, seeping through the bay window, but it’s not the daylight that wakes you up this morning. It took you all of your might to fall asleep last night, overtired and anxiously waiting for Joaquin to call you back. You know about his work, and you know how busy he can get, but you also know how dangerous all of it is. He always tries to downplay it, everything is under control, mi amor, he says, no te preoccupes, hm? He caresses your face every chance he gets, promising you the brightest stars and the shiniest earrings. You won’t have to move in with me, because I’m building us a home, mi vida, he tells you again and again, but you know it’s because he doesn’t want you to see the guns and the drugs that are scattered in his house.

That day before he left you gave him your spare key, holding his hand tightly in yours, it’s so you can come here whenever you want, yes? I miss you when you don’t come by. He squeezed your hand back in answer and you could see how he tried to stop the biggest smile from pulling at his lips. You love him, and he loves you. You know I won’t call before coming over now, right? he had said. You know he’s mostly joking and he will call like he always does.

You know it’s him the second the bedroom door opens. It’s the way his weight shift and how his boots scrape on the floor, the heavy sigh that leaves his lips. You feel him slowly making his way to you, groaning a little when he sits on your side of the bed. The mattress slumps a bit, gravity pulling you towards him. You can’t escape the feeling of relief that washes over you. He’s safe, he’s here,

‘’ Buenos días, mi rey. ‘’ You whisper, eyes still half shut as you raise your hand to wrap around his forearm, welcoming him back. Your thumb rubs gently on his exposed skin,

‘’ I called you all night yesterday and you never answered. You had me worried, baby. ‘’

He’s covered in dirt, you notice, probably worked in his tunnel all night again. You have to admit that when Joaquin first told you about building a tunnel to the states, you were surprised. The idea was smart, the logical solution for their customs problem, and to put it simply, innovative in this field of work. You remember sitting with him in his mom’s kitchen, telling you about the Arellano’s taxes and Hector’s harsh words as he put all his bitterness in pressing the tortillas. How disrespectful and blatantly dismissive he had been. You’ll see, ma, he had said, pressing harder on the small handle, Güero will wish this idea was his. You watched him press and press again the small balls of dough you gave him.

Porque tú no eres igual a los demás, his mom had said, and you had understood it then, how different he was from everybody else. You could see the gears turning behind your man’s eyes, nothing was gonna stop him now.

His fingers reach up, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face,

‘’ I didn’t want to wake you, amor. I- I just didn’t know where else to go. ‘’

You don’t miss how his voice cracks, how exhausted he sounds. It startles you like a cold shower. You are fully awake now, as panic settles in. You gently pull him towards you by the arm when you sit up on the bed and his hand reaches for your waist, bringing you even closer. He smells like old wood and sand,

‘’ What happened, cariño? Are you hurt? ‘’

‘’ I don’t think so. ‘’ He breaths out, ‘’ Tijuana found out about the tunnel. They blew it up. ‘’

It all makes sense now, the dirt on his tank top, the scratches on his face. Your eyes are wide, meeting his tired ones. You try to speak, to ask more about what happened, but your mouth stays open, lips moving, trying to get something out. You can do nothing more than to try and comfort him, a familiar presence with only words and soft touches to help your cause. His fingers go under your chin, absently caressing the skin. He forces an exhausted smile on his lips,

‘’ I’m just glad I’m home, mi vida. I just want to take a shower and - ‘’ He swallows hard, his voice cracks again, and you think he might start to cry, but he doesn’t, he never does.

‘’ We can do that, baby. ‘’

The words are quick to come out, eager to finally be able to help. You hustle out of bed, sheets and covers flying, almost tripping over in the process. Your hold is still on his arm, a small clean spot on his bicep where you have been rubbing the sand with your thumb for too long.

He’s safe, he’s here.

He stands up when you pull on his arm. He’s much closer to you now, chests almost touching. The moment would have been intimate, romantic almost, if it had happened any other day, a morning where his forehead wasn’t bruised and bloodied. You can feel how warm his breath is, how cold his arm is under your fingers,

‘’ I’ll go start the water for you, so it’s warm, okay? ‘’

.

The water runs dark for a while as you wash his hair under the water stream. The temperature is exactly how he likes it, he realizes, and the floral notes of your shampoo fill the steam. He would usually complain about it, adding something about how the boys would be able to smell it off him, but those moments always come with your nails in his hair, on his neck, so he lets you do it every time. You work harder on his scalp, gently pulling the knots and the clumps of dirt out. He can barely remember the ride back home, grip tight on the wheel, sand crushing under his fingernails.

His head falls on your shoulder, his hands holding your waist, gently bringing you flush against him. Would they think it could stop him, he wonder, would they think it could go back to how it was, without payback? It’s the feeling of your skin against his, how your hands keep washing away the doubts, the guilt, he knows. It’s a dangerous game he is playing, and as he slowly rubs your back, taking in the hot water, fingers softly digging in your flesh, trying to give back as much love as you just gave him, he knows. He’s sure of it now.

It’s only the beginning.

[kiddiesides]

logan wants a cat SO BAD he promises that he'll take care of it and it can sleep in his room and all that stuff that kiddos say when they want pets. they try to explain to him that they cant get one bc of pat's allergy and he's like "but it can live in my room!!! patton can stay away!! i promise!!"

lil boy learning logical reasoning

and then they're like "but that'd make patton sad!!!!"

lo's like "well. that's not my problem" this kid is a little bitch and i love him for it <3

GSHDHDBDNDJDHJDHDKD

hes taking his sass after Janus i swear

[mylittlespaceforwriting]

maybe lil lo w/ ro and re havin fun? maybe playin pretend n they're astronauts n re is n alien :D

Of course, little one! Sorry it took so long to write. But I love this idea! __________

"Re! I gots an idea!"

Remus stuck his head out of the garbage can and wiped a smear of something off his forehead. "Whatcha thinkin'?"

"Kay, what if...I was an asro- astrom- astromanaut an you was an alien?"

Remus thought for a minute, eating a banana peel off of his arm while he pondered. "Hmmmm, kay. But you gotta haves a space 'elmet an i needs ta be green."

Roman cheered and clapped. "I know wha we need!"

Roman snuck into the kitchen to get the colander while Remus went to the arts-and-crafts drawers. When they both had what they needed, they met in their bedroom and quietly shut the door behind themselves.

... Logan knew something was not right. He could just feel it. Logan was a very logical and conscious person, but even he could sense when the twins were up to no good.

Making his way down the hall into the 'right side' half of the Mindspace, he could hear the giggling and hushed voices. He began to walk just that bit faster to get to the door sooner.

Logan knocked and the two voices instantly hushed. "Roman, Remus? What are you two up to in there?"

There was a long silence. "Um. Nuthin'."

"Really? Well if you two aren't doing anything, then surely I can come in?"

There was another silence.

"...I'm not one to invade privacy, but your silence is making nervous, little stars."

Inside was a true sight to behold. Remus and Roman had almost entirely covered Remus in green paint. Not only was he green, but so was the carpet, the bedding, the shelves of toys, the books, anything within reach of the two.

Additionally, Roman had decided that the colander was not "space helmet" enough and had glued stars and glitter all over it. The glue and glitter had also spread with the paint so now almost the entire room was covered in the mess.

Logan closed his eyes, internally counting to ten.

"Stars, what were we playing today?"

"Astromanaut an alien! Ro was the space guy an I was the alien!"

"Ah. I see, that's a creative way to play. Would you two like to play pirates instead?"

Roman and Remus nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, please!"

"Ok. You two go to the bathroom and I'll get the bubbles for a bath. Give me a few minutes to...clean up. Alright?"

"Kay!" The twins ran down the hall.

Logan sighed and sent a quick text to Patton.

'Would you mind helping the twins in the bath? I have a bit of a mess to clean up.'

'Oh no! 🤭 Were they playing artists again?'

'No. Apparently Remus was an alien and Roman was an astronaut. Their room is a green and glitter-filled.'

'Oh, I'll get them washed up! 😅😂 Those two!'

'Indeed', thought Logan with a smile. But he would not have it any other way.