#not saying English isn’t beautiful but um sorry compare to other languages English is shit lmao

[crazy-fangirl2524]

The reason why English feels so distant and people find it easier to express their feelings and emotions in English is because English has become so common that it loses its meaning. The English language itself has evolved into just a means of translation.

[thisismyroaring20s]

My track-by-track review of Pray for the Wicked (spoilers)

and by review I mean literally just my stream of consciousness while listening to the songs ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ If that interests you feel free to read on. (Update: the ratings are based on other Panic songs, not just songs in general)

1. (Fuck A) Silver Lining

I think this was the first song I listened to off of the new album, loved it then, still love it now "Out of the old, and into the new, we dedicate, this song to you" GREAT INTRO TO AN ALBUM, felt very We're So Starving-esque, except instead of 'don't worry we're still the same' it's 'we're different but it's fine' (you know what maybe it's more 'swear to shake it up if you swear to listen') and then you get slammed with FUCK A. SILVER LINING. heck yes fuck it up Bren. I like how he's like 'silver isn't good enough, we aiming higher dammit' Shoutout to 'Yonce. The bleep part at like 2:07 reminds me of the radio edit of Raise Your Glass by P!nk. This song is just a little too repetitive for me tbh 5/10

2. Say Amen (Saturday Night)

Does anyone know wtf the intro is saying? What language is that? Is it a language or is it gibberish? Someone help. I hear "ah-deh-jah". Chorus makes me wanna smash stuff, but that may be because of the mv. Again, what are these words? "mah-key-key-yeah" I need answers. Vocals are amazing, obvi. I like this song a lot, and it's my boyfriend's fav as of rn. Saturday, SATurday, SATURDAYEEEEE. YES. incredible tbh. 9/10

3. Hey Look Ma, I Made It

Wasn't sold on the intro at first, sounded boring compared to the others. "i'm a hooker selling songs and my pimps a record label" I love it, great line, was the first thing that I liked about this song. I really like the sound of the pre-chorus. "IF YOU LOSE BOO HOO, HEY LOOK MA I MADE IT" 😂😂😂 I screeched honestly. Chorus is super fun. "if it’s a dream, don't wake me" reminded me of Stay Frosty (shoutout to FOB, love ya 😘) "see it, I want it, I take it" reminded me of two things: 1. Emperor's New Clothes, lbr, "see what's mine and take it" and 2. Fireball by Pitbull "I came, I saw, I conquered or should I say I saw, I conquered, I came" IDK WHY DON'T ASK i hate myself for thinking of that too lmao. I really like the way the song ends, idk why, just sounds cool. As for the music video, honestly wtf. It just reminded me of glee and Ed Sheeran. lmao. I loved it though. Anyways, great song, fun as all get out 8.5/10

4. High Hopes

Yes that brass! 🎺 "didn't have a dime but I always had a vision" "I was gonna be that one in a million" A++ lines. I also live-tweeted/tumbld this song when it was released.

And I did this:

and Panic retweeted me nbd. Honestly I love this song sm, and I relate to it a lot because people are always like "you're never gonna make it (and I'm like "I don't wanna make it. I just. wanna. *guitar riff*" jk lmao) but my mom is like my biggest fan and believes in me a lot and I love her a lot. And I always feel like I do have high hopes for everything, and it doesn't always work out but like... you gotta try for what you want in life. And you gotta be you unapologetically. Okay, sappy time over. The stripped back part that starts at like 2:20 with just his vocals and the background vocals. I've ascended, that part is amazing and then the drums kick in and you feel it building 😍 YES. 9.5/10

5. Roaring 20s

Holy shit I love this song so much. Perfect anthem for the summer I turn 21. The sound of the band at first and then the piano joins in?! Hell yes. "the oddest of summers" would you say it's.. pretty odd?👀👀 lmao I'll see myself out. The line "maybe I'll medicate, maybe inebriate" really stuck with me for some reason, like I like it, but it also kinda concerns me. "Maybe I'll smile a bit, maybe the opposite" I just really like the way this sounds. "My telltale heart's a hammer in my chest" ya girl's an english major and we just studied this last semester, love it. ROLL ME LIKE A BLUNT CAUSE I WANNA GO HOME lmao. Super peppy, makes me wanna dance kinda chorus. "Oscars and Emmys and Grammys, everyone here is a trophy" honestly? Tea ☕. "Hallucinations only mean that your brain is on fire" I just like this line and wanted to point it out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ The slowed down chorus is incredible, This. Is. My. ROARING. Roaring 20s. Can you tell this is one of my absolute favs on the album? Incredible. 10/10 👏👏👏

6. Dancing's Not a Crime

Started strong. Could tell from the first second this was gonna be catchy af. Shoutout to MJ, amirite? Lots of rhyming. Marauders. Harry Potter. "Dancing's not a crime unless you do it without me" adorable omg Bren ily. "Don't be throwin shade now"

Lmao, no but really, got a little repetitive tbh but adorable anyway. Honestly don't have much to say about this song, it was okay 4/10

7. One of the Drunks

Love the beginning. "orange juice" reminded me of 400 Lux by Lorde and I started laughing. I love the way he pronounces words in this song (esp "times" and "remedy") 😍 "Damn it's all good... I guess" relatable af. "high as the sun, uncomfortably numb" I just like this. The speaking at the end omgggg 😂😂"I SAW YOU FUCKIN LIFT THAT SAX UP TOWARD THE MICROPHONE! AND I FELL IN LOVE" i cried 😂 8/10

8. The Overpass

Um??...yes 😍 that big band opening? hell yea. "sorry to get sentimental tonight" but sentimental boy is his nomme de plume tho. "Someone still loves you" 👀 The song is super fkn catchy, i love it. "sketchy girls and lipstick boys" upgrade from testosterone boys and harlequin girls or nah? I think nah. The mere mention of perfume by panic will always make me think of nearly witches, sorry not sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ THIS SLOW PART IS AMAZING I’M IN LOVE. "down to your blood type" a lil creepy but okay Bren cute. 9/10

9. King of the Clouds

Starts kinda abruptly tbh, but I like it. interesting lyrically imo, and I really like the emphasis he puts on parts of words. music is stellar. lyric video looks really cool w/the song. (Side note: Does anyone know what the symbols in the video that aren't hieroglyphics are? I wanna know, hmu if you know.) Not too crazy about the fast-forward-y high pitched part at about a minute in, it was a choice. "some only live to die, I'm alive to fly high-er than angels in outfields, inside of my mind" I love this line a lot tbh "I'm lost but I better find it alone" made me real sad bruh please you don't gotta be alone 😭 7/10

10. Old Fashioned

Very, very beginning, like first 5 seconds, gave me like Right Where You Want Me/Beautiful Soul era Jesse McCartney vibes. And then the intro went into cellphone/car commercial territory. Then the vocals started and it felt less commercial-y. Love the beat, it's real fun. Verse vocals felt like they didn't quite fit with the music. "seventeen's so gone" "remember your youth...they were the best of times" i'm cryign 😭. "always tip your bartenders" "get boozy" just made me laugh and the rest of the song made me sad. I live for parts of songs when like a chorus of people sing a line together, like gives you hell and the last chorus of this (esp the "pour out some liquor, make it an old-fashioned") #fuckmeup. The very end felt like it should have gone into a peppier iteration of the chorus, felt like it shouldn't have ended there. 7/10

11. Dying in LA

So pretty at the start. VOCALS OMG. "Stars are on the ground" walk of fame? "Every face along the boulevard is a dreamer just like you" I WALK THIS LONELY ROAD. "when ya DYin in la" 😂 Is this just a continuation of LA Devotee? Is this what happens to LA Devotees? Wow the instruments in this song are so pretty. I wouldn't say it fades into WTDMTN like someone said, but it definitely sounds similar, it's just the choice of instruments. That was such a beautiful song. ❤️❤️❤️ Wow. 9/10 

[strangerstuffandthingsimagines]

Pretty When You Cry (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Request: I was wondering if you can write something involving a Mexican (or Latina in general) girl who just moved to Hawkins with her family? Maybe she’s nervous about truly being the minority in the town bc everyone from her old neighbourhood was Mexican/Hispanic? Carol or Tommy or someone can be a dick to her and possibly say something about her needing to speak English while she’s there and Steve (or Billy) puts a stop to that shit fast. I hope this is okay for you to do!

Warnings: Bigotry/Ignorance regarding race and culture (Tommy and Carol are assholes)

A/N: I smiled so wide when I got this request, my best friend is Mexican and I love hearing about her culture. Feel free to request prompts like this, diversity is a beautiful thing! ALSO I’m so sorry if the translations aren’t perfect, I tried to find the best sources for the phrases I wanted to use.

I’m off to bed, I will revise and edit spelling in the morning! sorry if there are any mistakes.

Song I listened to while I wrote : Ariana Grande - Into you 80′s Remix

Hawkins was a small town in the mid west, not exactly an ideal place to live compared to your old neighbourhood. You nervously looked at the other students who were scattered around the front of the school, your heart sank as you couldn’t spot a single person that looked like you. Your old neighbourhood was full of Mexican culture and the people were so warm and welcoming, polar opposite to this place you were now forced to call home.

Your Father pulled up in front of your new school, the small pine air freshener swayed from the rear view mirror where it hung, you reached up to steady it as it began to irritate you.

“Alright Mijia, have a good day at school.” Your father said with a kind smile. “I’m sorry I can’t pick you up after school, but the walk isn’t too far from home.”

You nodded, leaning over to give his cheek a quick peck before hesitantly unlocking the door. 

“Qué te vaya bien!” Your father yelled out to you, wishing you luck in Spanish, which was usually a comfort but when the other students all turned to look, you felt sick to your stomach. 

You followed after the vice principal as they led you toward your first class, after they had showed you to your locker of course. 

You hid as best as you could behind him as he knocked on the classroom door before letting himself in. Squeezing your eyes tightly, you held your breath as your stomach buzzed with nerves. You let out a slow exhale as you opened your eyes and walked in after the VP.

“How nice to meet you!” the teacher greeted, a phoney smile plastered on her face. “Y/N, is it?” 

You nodded, the Vice principal giving you a pat on the shoulder as he left.

“And where are you from?” she asked causing you to die internally. All you wanted to do was get to an empty seat, preferably in the back and just coast through the day undetected.

Your eyes darted between the teacher and the window, books clasped tightly to your chest. 

“San Diego...uh Barrio Logan, San Diego.” You said before quickly clarifying, the eyes of the class burned into you.

“Well, I hope you enjoy Hawkins and settle in well.” she said, her lips pressed into a tight smile, gesturing for you to find a seat.

You gave a slight nod, your shoulders rising as you took in a deep inhale, turning toward the students. You scanned for an empty seat, seeing a few in the mid section near the windows. You quickly made your way between the rows of desks, your heart skipping as your foot caught on something.

An arm reached out and caught you, the boy half out of his desk due to his quick thinking.

“Woah, you okay?”He asked, getting up to steady himself and you.

You were surprised to see his face, bruises and scabs along his lip and brow bone, his nose was split as well. Despite the wounds that masked his face, his features were handsome and his eyes kind.

You gaped at him, before shaking your head quickly to bring you back into the moment. “Yeah, thanks.”

   Class was nearly over and your hand feverishly moved across the paper, jotting down notes as your teacher went through the slides faster than you were use to.

You figured out that a red headed girl named Carol had tripped you. Throughout class she and a brunette boy gave you looks and whisper to one another. You tried to think of a reason, any reason at all, for them to dislike you but there wasn’t a damn thing you could have possibly done.

The bell finally rang, you found solace in the sound that freed you from the hell hole that was homeroom. You clambered to collect your things and shove them into your bag as fast as you could.

Lunch time rolled around,  you waited in line to order your lunch. You nervously bit your bottom lip as the line shuffled on. You gave the menu a quick look trying to decide if your pick the “meatloaf delight” or “mystery soup”, you decided on the latter assuming it was your safest bet.

“What can I get for you?” The lunch lady asked bleakly.

“Um, the soup please.” You replied, tapping your nail against the tray in your hands.

The lunch lady placed the styrofoam bowl filled with an odd coloured “soup” on your tray, along with a spongey brownie and a carton of milk.

“Gracias.” You said thanking her, not realizing you had spoke in Spanish. Majority of students and staff at your old school in Barrio Logan were of spanish speaking background, it was second nature to you.

The lunch lady perked up at your words, even offering you a smile.

“ No hay de qué.“ she replied, wrinkles forming around her eyes as she grinned.

You saw that her name tag read “Josefina”, your eyes lit up as she shared the same name as your grandmother.

“Eres Mexicano?” you asked, earning a happy nod from the woman.

“Excuse me,  but we speak english in America.” someone snarled from behind you. You turned around to see the same faces that had bothered you this morning. You looked at down, not wanting to confront the two. 

“Yeah, go speak Mexican somewhere else, like your own country.” Carol added, her eyes narrowed in a mean glare and her arms folded across her chest.

You vision blurred, your shoes turning into fuzzy shapes. Thee tip of your nose burned as you fought off the tears that filled your eyes.

“Its Spanish.” Steve piped in, his body now between you and the two who had been harassing you. “Mexican isn’t a language you fucking assholes.”

You abandoned your tray and made a dash for the exit, using every ounce of will power you had to hold back your tears.

Steve spent 20 minutes searching for you, ignoring the warning bell signalling third period starting. Almost ready to give up, assuming you had gone to class, he noticed a slight draft coming from down the hall. He made his way over toward the back door, remembering it tended to catch and stay open if you swing it open to hard.

You sat against the back wall, knees brought to your chest and your arms folded on top. You shoulders shook as you sobbed into you arms, too busy crying to realize someone had sat next to you.

“Hey.” Steve said gently, watching as you froze, face hidden from his concerned gaze.

You slowly brought your head up, sniffling to yourself.

“Hi.” you choked out, wiping your cheeks off with your sleeve.

“You okay?” he asked, carefully tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

You moved your head side to side, feeling a sob creep up and into your throat.

“I don’t know what I did wrong.” you admitted, looking at Steve who returned a sympathetic look.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” he assured you. “Their the problem.”

“Thanks...for everything. You didn’t have to do that, but I’m glad you did.” You said thanking him. “I guess this town isn’t completely made up of assholes.”

You let out a groan, hiding your face in your hands.

 “I must look so gross,” you said, embarrassed as you imagined what you must have looked like.

“No, don’t say that. You look pretty when you cry.” Steve complimented, making your heart race.

“I’m Steve by the way.” he offered.

“Y/N” you said taking his hand in yours.

Steve stood up after a while and helped you to your feet, he let out a stretch causing you to blush as his shirt lifted exposing his skin.

“Want a ride home?” he asked, raising an eyebrow to you. 

“Are you sure? I can walk, really you don’t need to do that for me.” You rambled on. 

“Don’t be silly, it’s no problem,” he said, waving for you to come with him.

You finally gave in, your lips pulled into a shy smile.

“Thanks, Steve.”

 A/N: Ahh I really fell in love with this request, I hope the anon likes it! If you guys would like, I’d be more than happy to make a part 2