#so fun to pay for an album TWICE

[callmeblake]

Death Spells - Nothing Above, Nothing Below (on amazon music)

There is a death spells vinyl, unopened on ebay. And if you buy it you will still need to download digital files from somewhere else because the old download site DIED.

alaso, official lyrics

[eddiernunson]

Bikinis, Ice Cream and Other Ways To Torture Him | Older Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Harrington Fem!Reader | 18+

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Summary: The stories of Eddie Munson, front man of Corroded Coffin and his music filled the Harrington household, his albums on shelves and picture frames hung of your dad and him, young and dumb. You’re home for the weekend, which happens to be the same weekend Eddie is in Hawkins on a personal errand. The longtime crush bubbles to the surface as you meet him, giving into the temptation of small summer dresses and bubblegum gloss for the fun of it. Until your dad is called in to an emergency work meeting. Then the fun of torture becomes temptation.

Warnings: Older Rockstar!Eddie, Harrington!Reader (Steve’s daughter), use of excessive nicknames, no use of y/n, ambiguous ending, smut

Describes: long hair, shorter than Eddie by a few inches, reader is described to look like her mom (can be ANY race) with Steve’s freckles. No skin Color or body shape/type.

Word Count: 6.8k

This is the last chapter so…enjoy! Thanks for reading! Sorry for the delayed posting today! Parenthood is kicking my ass.

Chapter 6

You hesitantly accept his offer, getting up to sober up a little and grab a bathing suit as Eddie comes from behind you, hands grabbing your shoulders and resting his chin on one of them as he asks, “Where are you going?”

“Grabbing a bathing suit,” you answer, gulping at his stubble pressed directly against your cheek.

“Don’t think so,” Eddie jerks his head, not giving you a moment to wonder what he meant before you hit the icy cold depths of your pool, hearing Eddie also hit the water as you went under.

“Jesus!” You cry as you hit the surface, wiping your face from the water that got into your eyes. “Warn a girl!”

“We were going into the pool anyway, we got towels, where’s the fun in that?” Eddie asks, starting to swim circles around you.

“You could’ve at least let me take my shorts off, they are already falling off my legs,” you whine, grabbing the pair from below the waters’ surface around your shin to throw on the pool’s edge.

Eddie scoffs, attempting not to leer to your underwear under the water, wondering if the pool’s liquid had made it see through, or what kind you were wearing. It occurs to him he hadn't thought this impromptu swim very well through.

He swims to the edge to take another drink of his beer, offering you one as well when you pout to your beer still sitting by the dwindling fire. “Alright, I bet…” he trails off, his eyes shining mischievously, “I could beat you to the other end of the pool,” Eddie announces, already starting the race.

“Hey, it’s not fair if you’ve already started!” You huff, quickly starting some breast strokes right behind him.

He beats you by mere seconds, grinning at you cheekily when your face lifts from the water. “You got a head start,” you pout, splashing him childishly.

He splashes you right back at twice the force, a tidal wave completely drowning your head. “You’re just a sore loser.”

“Alright, then, one two three go!” You launch yourself off the wall, giggling when Eddie gives the same attitude towards your unfair headstart as you did to his.

Somehow, he manages to get ahead, out of breath as you reach the surface but grinning stupid all the same, proud of his besting you once again. “Cheaters never prosper.”

“Yeah, or you just have better lungs and longer legs, Munson,” you sneer, not letting him be too proud of his second win.

“Better lungs? Prove it. Wanna test it?” He teases, his eyelashes dripping with the chlorine water but not paying any mind how it drips into his eyes.

“By what, by seeing who can hold your breath under water the longest?” you joke, giggling when he nods in all seriousness.

You agree to it, but just as you could’ve predicted, he wins all three tries. He shrugs, saying something about you must’ve been right about his singer’s lungs.

You usually don’t take losing so well, a competitive streak from having three siblings who all succeeded in almost everything they did, but you were getting so much joy from your adventure in the water with him you forgot to be sour.

“You talk a big talk, but I could beat you in math any day, Munson,” you jeer, internally panicking when it doesn’t affect him in the slightest.

“Oh yeah? Well math ain’t gonna help you here, sweetheart.” He lurches forward, initiating a chase that sends a thrill up your spine, immediately turning away and freaking out when you hear his splashes grow closer and closer.

The pool wall ended up being much closer than you had expected, turning around to him nearly colliding with you from the full force of his momentum. He’s breathing heavily, his bare chest after complaining about his shirt dragging him down pale in the blue night lights, two hands right next to your shoulders on the tiles. He licks his lips, a playful grin still on his face yet slowly fades.

Your shirt has also dragged you down, having taken it off and throwing it just a few feet from where your shorts lie. Your underwear does little to hide what it’s meant to, two thin fabrics between you and the wall. You recall when you considered putting on a bathing suit after your shower earlier but thought it would be silly.

Now all of that seems silly.

The music, now faint, still carries on in the background as Eddie nor you move from the spots, the space between your chests seemingly smaller and smaller.

You’ve held back from this tantalizing temptation so many times, you’ve lost track. You don’t have the strength to hold back any more, so you don’t. You finally take a bite of the damn apple, whether or not there’s hell to pay for it.

Your legs wrap around his waist, tugging him in as you finally press your lips to his gorgeous pink ones. Eddie immediately tenses up, going stiff as a rod. Your first instinct is that you’ve obviously made a blunder, misreading all the signs and were waiting for the humiliation to start, for his apologies to bumble out.

When you attempt to let go and apologize profusely, he cuts you off, pinning your back against the pool as his hands work their way up your body, restless and careless until they stay still on your ass, rough and commanding as you feel his boner right on your desperate heat. His lips against yours take complete control, one hand landing on your cheek as he opens his mouth just a little bit more to allow your tongues collide, beers and smores and musk and watermelons and oh fuck he’s a good kisser.

His stubble collides with your cheek and burns in the best way, drinking in every moment as he kisses you slow but desperately, not wanting to waste a single second after burning for it, his lips on yours.

“Do you know what you do to me, you beautiful little tease?” He mutters, rutting himself as if to demonstrate what he meant.

“I have an idea,” you smirk, gasping the smile away as soon as the boner collides again, harder.

“Do you? Do you know that everytime I see you in a new slutty little outfit I get fucking hard? Every small action you make, taking joints out from your fucking bra, licking jam off your hand,” he ruts again swallowing a whimper that leaves your mouth, “the fucking ice cream, fuck, it is torture just being near you.”

Your legs cling onto him, heels digging into his thighs as one hand wedges itself between your panties and your hip, toying with the thin fabric, his hand roughly digging into the doughy skin of your thigh. “Tell me more,” you plead, chasing his full lips as they messily plant kisses all down your neck, teeth scraping against your skin while his nose nuzzles it, taking deep inhales on his trek.

“God, baby, everything about you had me ready to mark you as mine, I just needed you so fucking bad it drove me insane. Did you need me too? I-I fucking know the answer, but I need to hear it, you need me too, right?” He borderline begs, his voice gone from rough and aggressive to needy almost instantaneously.

“I-I need you, Eddie, I really, really need you,” you answer him in full honesty, overwhelmed by the force of vulnerability that rushes through you like a gust of wind.

The only thing that you can call what comes out of him next is a whimper, his brown eyes searching both of yours rapidly as his hand tightens on your bare hip. “Say it again?”

“Say what again?” you frown, your face close enough to his that the only thing that passes through it are the loud gasps in the quiet of the night. Even with the music still playing in the background, it really only feels as its you and him alone in the world.

“Say my name?” He licks his lips right before scattering kisses all along your collarbone, sucking and nibbling weaved with little whimpers, his wet hair brushing against your chin in the meantime.

You smile, not having noticed the subconscious attempt at distancing yourself. Referring to him as Eddie, even in place of Munson, feels too personal, too real. If he’s Eddie, he’s on your level. Attainable.

Something you have told yourself all weekend that he is anything but.

Your mouth opens to give him exactly what he wanted, but you decide against it at the very last second, “Make me,” husking out instead.

The breathy, seductive tone took him aback, his brow scrunching for just a fraction of a second until a change cascades over his face. Half of his open mouth quirks itself upward, and it’s dark out, the sun having said its final goodbyes, but his brown doe eyes darken as he collects himself. “Make you, hmm? S’that my pretty girl asking me to make her moan my name?”

You nod, out of focus but staring up at him through your lashes all the same, arching your back when he takes you by surprise as he gropes the soft skin of your ass.

“You have been a very good girl, I suppose,” he hums, as if still considering your offer, like he wasn’t just begging for it only moments ago.

You could argue against that, but you won’t if he’s offering you this leeway. “Mmhm,” you nod eagerly, your breaths growing shorter and faster biting your lip in anticipation.

“Alright, then be my good girl and say please,” Eddie mutters, landing one hand next to you on the pool tiles.

“Please,” spills out your lips before you even process it, your legs slowly wafering through the water as he remains still, his lips and hand once all over you now a simple tease in comparison to the touch he finally granted you.

“Please?” Eddie mutters, tilting his head in false curiosity. “Please, what, baby?”

“Please, please t-touch me,” it ‘s so simple, so delicate yet so intimate, crossing a boundary the both of you tried so hard to refrain from. “Want you to please make me moan your name with your fingers, Please.”

“See?” Eddie’s hands start again, hand on the tiles slotting itself on your cheek, the other abruptly slotting itself on your heat. “See, I knew you were a good girl.”

Just his touch alone sends a jolt up your system, a hot flash of lightning as your body jolts up weightlessly held up by his support but mostly the water. He watches you, his jaw dropping as his fingers start moving with purpose as the searing pleasure overwhelms and electrifies your nerves, starting to gasp out little mewls for him no more than two minutes after they started their pattern.

You leant in to kiss him but he keeps your forehead glued to his, turning away from your quivering bottom lip when you lean in again. “No, I know, I just wanna watch your pretty fucking face fall apart for me,” he whispers, his eyes raking across your increasingly ruined form. “Jesus your pussy is so fucking wet f’me. Did checking me out really get you this hot n’ bothered, baby?”

Your eyes start to close, fading out as that similar heat starts to build low in your stomach, as slow as his circles on your clit are, the impending orgasm is rushing at you in a record speed.

Your eyes jolt open as he shoves a long digit in as he barks out, “Nuh-uh.” You’re even more weightless as you practically float on his finger, jaw dropped as his actions have completely halted. “Keep those pretty eyes open and on me, got it?”

“Okay,” you whimper, clenching around the digit three knuckles deep.

“Good, good,” Eddie mutters, slowly moving his finger, watching your face carefully. “Jesus, you’re tight,” he bites out, adding a second finger without any warning. You sob through a little moan, the skin of his shoulders dimpling around your nails as they dug into it.

Slowly your moans have gotten louder, the temptation to allow your eyes to flutter closed fizzling at your vision but you push through it, bobbing up and down in the water in sync with his arm, giving your weight completely to him.

Your tongue laps across your bottom lip easily into a bite, still watching his face with his eyes on yours, what was just half a grin now spread into a manic smile. “You’re being so fucking good for me, sweetheart, just like you have all weekend. You take my fingers so well, can’t wait to see how you fucking take my cock.”

A whimper gasps through your lips, spasming around his fingers at his deliciously filthy words. “Fuck–Eddie–p-please–”

“See, making you moan my name wasn’t so hard,” Eddie whispers right as he leans in to capture your lips in his. His thumb starts rotating on your clit, quickly flooding you with an orgasm that you weren’t even aware you were that close to.

Eddie’s lips muffle the cry that otherwise would’ve been heard by the entire neighborhood, a shout of pure ecstasy that has you writhing up against his strong chest.

Your lips let go of his in a gasping breath, your lip trembling your elbows dig into the delicate skin between his ear and shoulder, pulling him closer as you bore into those big brown eyes. They’re as dark as the night sky yet they shine just as bright as the stars.

Smile lines and dimples are present as he stares up at you, his thumb still rotating slowly and fully responsible for the shaking of your poor thighs. His fingers are still in you, nestled and happy as he feels you flutter around them.

“You,” he drawls, slowly moving his fingers, “are radiant,” you can barely focus on the next kiss he seeks from you, your thighs clinging onto his hips, the momentum building even quicker and hotter than before.

“Oh m’god,” you whimper, throwing all your weight on one forearm as you suddenly have to get his fingers out, its too-too fucking much. “Ed–fuck!”

“You can take it,” he mumbles, one arm across your back as he peppers wet sloppy kisses along your collarbone. “Right? You can handle one more little orgasm.”

You buck into his hips as a silent confirmation, the splashing water around your forms loud from all your thrashing.

The kisses along your collarbone have moved south, the sudden scrape of his teeth against the curve of your breast a welcome shock as he starts to peel back the soaked fabric now glued to your skin like latex. “Look at these fuckin’ perfect tits,” Eddie growls, his hand movements turned sloppy as he wraps his tongue around the peaked nipple.

The added sensation clouds your head, bucking against him and practically sobbing into little whines while he perfectly works you like he already knows you.

“That’s it, fuck yourself on my fingers, you look so good like this, baby,” the praise lights your body ablaze, clutching onto him tighter.

Oddly enough the thing to send you over the edge again was a long lick up your sternum, an image you’ve seen time and time again on the edge of his guitar. Stars crash into your vision, knocking you senseless as you tug him in for a kiss, more teeth than lips as your legs shake but the giggles bubble out from your chest.

“Just one more?” He smirks, adding, Jesus, a third fucking finger.

“Eddie–” you startle, choking on your own oxygen.

“I really need to repay you,” he mutters, starting back on your jawline.

“Repay me?” You manage out, choking back a near shout when he curls his fingers just so.

He nods, focusing a toxic mix of his tongue and teeth against your racing pulse. “Mmhm. Repay you for every little time you managed to make me rock hard.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t worry.” he laughs, gnawing down your shoulder line. “I couldn’t repay you for every time, you’d be here for hours. And we both just found out how quick I can make you cum.”

You gulp, barely able to think through any of what he had just told you. “I-huh?”

“Jus’ one more, baby? Jus’ one more after being relentlessly teased by those fucking thighs of yours? Your pretty tits? That chokable neck–baby fuck you really make me fucking crazy–” his voice has somehow gone from commanding back to whining, his voice drowning in pure, needy, wanting.

“You are–” you start, cut off by a kiss he throws in as he becomes restless in his motions, “you are going to be the–” you giggle as he kisses you again, nipping at your bottom lip. “Ah–the end of me.”

“You fuckin’ like it, don’t you?” He laughs, one hand spread on the back of your neck as his eyes remain on yours. “You love how much my fingers can ruin you.”

“Your–your voice,” you choke out, eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Your voice does a lot-a lot a lot-of the work.”

He chuckles darkly, curling his fingers against your g-spot impossible harder, an impossible fire somehow hurling through your pussy still submerged in the pool. “I think I know why Hell’s Angels is your favorite album, hmm? It is a very carnal album.”

You giggle, somehow more cognitive. “My number one most played on Spotify.”

Eddie huffs out a chorus of laughter, leaning down to lick a wide fat stripe up your neck. “That is so fucking hot to me.” You shiver, blinded by the roll of ecstasy that just ran through you. “Would you believe I am just as obsessed with you?”

“It-it’s a high bar,” you admit, peeling your other arm out of its bra strap to completely expose yourself.

“Oh my god you’re fucking adorable,” Eddie hums, nibbling all down your chin, his lips seemingly unable to rest as they roam around you. “Now fucking cum for me so we can get out of this pool and I can finally fuck you.”

Something that’s only been possible under perfect circumstances while bonding with a vibrator occurs, you squirt all over his hand following a sudden heat that boils in your skin and acts like an anchor in your body weighing you down. The weightlessness water usually brings to you has disappeared swiftly, clinging onto him as he peels his fingers from where they sat still nestled as they finished working you through it.

He reciprocates the tight hug you give him, strong arms holding you close to his chest as your legs still spasm and quake.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers encouragingly, gently petting your dampened hair. “C’mere, I’m gonna see if I–” he grunts, the muggy air engulfing you whole as he lifts you up onto the edge of the pool as if you weighed nothing, winking playfully as he lifts himself out.

“Ok, you obviously lift,” you mumble, being tugged by his hands and escorted into the house, leaving only the still lit embers of the pit and the scattered ingredients and clothes behind.

He chuckles, momentarily squeezing you as he wraps his arms and clasps them together in front of your torso. “Please, you weigh nothing.”

He stays like that every step on the cement to your house, playfully nipping at your neck, tickling it with his deep breaths until you reach the threshold of the double doors. Eddie lets go of you, watching your ass for a moment, your hand yanked by his hand in yours as he leans against the island kitchen counter.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he doesn’t give you a chance to respond, tilting your head as he lays a wet one on you.

“U-upstairs–” you sigh as he interrupts you again, magical, only the smell of beer left over but his lips so nice and plump.

“I don’t think so,” he mumbles, working his other arm around your torso to single handedly undo the bra clasp. It falls from your chest,Eddie eagerly kneading his hand on your left tit, two fingers playing with the nipple as you sigh into his mouth.

A whimper passes through your lips, gyrating your hips against his needily as you crave more friction despite your greedy cunt still soaked from its three releases. “Well then hurry up,” you huff, starting to play with the band of his boxers. “Can’t wait much longer.”

Your panties are yanked down, landing on the floor with a wet plop. Eddie lifts you effortlessly onto the counter, working his tented fabric against you roughly, watching your jaw drop as he rolls his hips against yours. “Please.”

“I would tell you to be patient but ever since I heard you yesterday I can’t think of anything else, baby,” Eddie sighs as you pull down his boxers, gasping as it bounces against his taut belly.

A sudden urge fills you to have its weight on your tongue, the girth down your neck, to fill your throat, the primal need alerting you as you never knew wanting a cock like this so badly was even possible. By pure instinct you reach out to grab him, basking in the moan he chokes out.

His voice could satiate a hungry belly, if you had one.

His previous confession suddenly sparks, looking up at him curiously as you work your hand along his devious length. “What did you hear yesterday?”

“Baby, your house has some thin fucking walls,” he husks out, watching your eyes go bug wide in the revelation. “I didn’t hear anything but moaning, but if it's any constellation, I hope you were thinking about me, because I sure as shit was thinking about you right outside your bedroom.”

You start to guide his leaky tip toward your mound, biting your lip as you peer up at him with doe eyes. “Please?”

“Were you?”

You sob out of desperation, your forehead landing on his shoulder. “Eddie, please–”

“Patience, slut.” You pause, pouting as you look up at him. “Were you thinkin about me while you greedily came over and over again?”

You nod, biting your lip anxiously as you glance down to his length only mere inches away from your weeping, begging entrance. “You used your tongue on the soft serve like it was–”

“I know I did, baby.” Eddie smirks, watching the shiver roll through you as the head collides with your clit. “So glad you noticed.”

You sigh impatiently, clawing your nails into his shoulder as he continues to tease you. “Eddie, pl–”

Your pathetic begging is turned off as soon as he pushes in, splitting you open as he slowly works his way to the hilt. “Jesus.”

“Eddie,” you moan, the heels of your hands digging into his collarbone. “F-fuck!”

His dark eyes bore into yours, labored breath piercing the air in the otherwise deadly quiet house. “I fuckin’ knew your pussy would be like this.”

“Like what?” You ask, pulling him closer as he did with you.

“Like a fuckin’ drug,” Eddie growls, rolling his hips against yours, the symphony of moans swallowed as he crashes his lips onto yours with an almost angry force.

It begins with a few stings, but the pleasure drowns it out before you even get a chance to revel in it, his cock hitting places you didn’t even know possible.

Your legs cling onto him, lapping kisses and nibbles down his chest hungrily as he works into you with choked out moans, seemingly losing himself in the heat of your pussy.

You slowly bruise your way down his chest, remembering every time you’d ever said how badly you’d wanted to bite him and to mark your territory as yours. All through the night he has called you his girl, but you finally get the chance to claim him. “Mine.”

“Feelin possessive, are we, baby?” He gasps out, curling his fingers through your hair and pulling at your scalp.”Wanting to claim this old man all yours?”

“You’re all fucking mine, Ed,” you claim again, moving to lap at one of his peaked nipples.

“As long as you’re mine,” he gasps back, pulling your head back up to where you can kiss him again.

You nod eagerly, the double meanings of the words seemingly lost on you to what he actually might mean. Regardless, the following kiss is desperate, even more so as his hips continue on their relentless pace.

You whine at the sudden loss, feeling empty and lonely when his body warmth leaves yours for the moment. “Bend over the fucking couch.”

It takes a minute to register, floating on the kitchen counter in a daze.

“Awww, my cock drunk slut,” his voice is sweet, malevolently so as his fingers dig into your hair and pull on your scalp as he leans in against your ear. “I said, bend over the fucking couch.”

You whimper, scrambling to climb down and run shakily to the living room. You’re guided by his hand in your hair again to the arm rest, using his foot to widen your stance. “Arch your back. More. There you go. Now be a good slut and tell me how fucking good it feels to be ripped in half by the rockstar of your dreams.”

Eddie lets go of your scalp to smack your ass, the thwack startling you in the best of ways as he watches it jiggle from the force. “Shove your face into the pillow, there we go.”

No more warning is provided when he pushes himself into you, making what you used to think was hard and fast into slow and pathetic. Eddie’s relentless hips are in their own fucking league. He sirens primal moans from you, your fingers digging into the cushions as he pounds into your pussy relentlessly.

“I just started, and you’ve already gone completely dumb? God I’ve ruined you for every bad fuck you’ve ever had.”

It’s true. Eddie Munson has ruined you in ways you simply could not comprehend, your torso practically flat on the couch as he tightens his grip on your hips. You push your ass against him, somehow communicating how fucking much you need him.

“Bet you’ve dreamed of this, yeah?” He mocks as his grip tightens on your hip. “Well for the last three nights I guess I returned the favour because I have dreamt of nothing but you. What you’d sound like, what you’d look like, god what you’d taste like— you’re in my fucking head.”

Your knees dig into his legs, your toes curled close to your ass as they possibly can be as you feel the impact of his hips start to form an ache against your thighs, your cheeks, fuck–your hole. Regardless of the spreading throb, you squeeze him tighter, silently begging for more. Just when you thought you understood what the term fucked stupid meant, you realize you had no idea as your brain starts to turn into mush.

“You’re taking it so fucking well, princess,” fuck, usually princess is a massive turn off but even you could tell the immediate reaction of you gushing around him. “Likes bein��� called princess, hmm? Give me your arm, then, princess.”

It’s a reflex how your hand raises backwards toward him, limply hanging as high as it can go which is barely a foot over your torso.

“Good, other one, too,” you whine, cut off by a sharp thrust as he grabs your other wrist to hold them both together in one hand. You think you’ve gotten the new position figured out when one hand moves up to your forearm, yanking it harshly so he has his good arm slotted between your elbows and the small of your back. “There we go.”

You’re practically standing on your two feet again, your back arched at an impossible angle as his other hand wraps itself around your neck. “Aah, that's much better. Look up.”

Your eyes flutter up to see a small round accent mirror on the wall directly across from you on the wall directly above a record player, yours and Eddie’s reflection featuring your faces, your hair tussled and eyes dazed. You blink to Eddie’s who’s smirking over your shoulder with hot cheeks and half-mooned eyes. You shyly look way from his possessive hold, having pulsed around him at how fucking gone you both look.

“Look back in the fucking mirror,” he commands, tightening his once lax grip on your neck so he constricts your airway just the littlest bit. “Look how fucking gone you are, you’re just covered in me, hmm?”

All you can do is bite your lip and push back on him, begging for his hips to continue that oh so powerful trek.

The following movement of his hips are barely noticeable, but your reflection gasps, her jaw dropping to the needed friction. “Ed–”

“Keep being my good princess and watch yourself be fucked in the mirror for me, won’t you sweet girl?” You nod, but Eddie doesn’t seem to care to wait for your answer, his hips colliding with your in a harsh slap, officially rendering any left over brain you might have had completely useless.

“Look at your fucking pretty face,” he shudders, starting to sound quite desperate himself. “There’s not a thought behind those gorgeous eyes of yours. Every muscle on your face is relaxed, your jaw falling open as if begging for me to shove my cock past those lips of yours, fuck you look so fucking perfect for me, princess.”

Your brain begs you to say something, to tell him how fucking good his cock feels, how he’s splitting you open as he feels impossibly deep as if he were kissing your cervix with every hit, how sex like this was only supposed to exist in softcore porn. How watching yourself get stupider with every hit with his hand wrapped around your neck in a claim of ownership turns you the fuck on, adding fuel to an out of control forest fire.

But your brain has turned into a puddle.

“That’s it, baby, keep bein’ good for me I’m almost done,” he lets go of your neck just to grab a handful of your hair once again. “G’nna fill that fuckin pussy up, s’ that ok?”

You find it in you somewhere to nod yes in direct juxtaposition against the grip on you, vision now fizzling as your eyes slowly fall closed. Whatever you have ever wasted time fantisizing clearly will never live up to the real thing.

Eddie’s words have warped into grunts and half finished sentences, hitting somewhere deliciously deep until his sticky ropes cover your walls up in him, filling you to the brim to make you impossibly, impossibly full.

He works himself through it, whimpering at his own sensitivities when the arm clutching yours sets you free but works itself on your clit once more, jerking you up from where you crumpeled forward onto the couch.

“Just need to feel you squeeze my cock while you cum, princess,” he mutters, sounding utterly destroyed as his voice croaks.

You try to wiggle away from him, feeling so oversensitive it forces its way up your throat in an intense sob. “Too-too much!”

“I know you can take it, princess,” he drawls, darkening his voice in the way he knows you like.

“Ed–”

“Please, jus’ for me?” He asks, his grip on your hip too tight for you to keep crawling forward.

“I-I c–” stars crash in your vision, thrashing as you feel his strong torso directly against your back.

“See?” he mumbles, peeling his arm around your tummy as he maneuvers you and him on your sides, spooning you on the couch, both covered in sweat. Eddie lifts your chin in his grip, shoving his tongue down your throat, the vibration of his humming helping you come back down to earth. “I knew you could do it.”

Somewhere in the kisses he slips himself out, distracting you with his marvelous kissing expertise as his hands find themselves enwrapping yours, fingers intertwined against your sternum fiercely as you get lost in his taste. Eventually you need to catch your breath, gasping as your head lands on the fabric of the sofa roughly, slowly drifting off to sleep.

Eddie gets up, ignoring your calls to stay with you. After some loud rummaging and swearing he returns, shocking you with a yelp as a wet cloth cleans you from the dripping cum out your full pussy. “Sorry. Didn’t want to ruin the nice couch.”

“Think we past ruined long ago,” you comment, peering up at him as he sends you a soft smile.

“Might be true.”

First thing you notice is he’s gotten dressed again, and just like that the spell is broken, and the aftermath of your adventures settle in.

His brown eyes tentatively meet yours, pensive and careful as you slowly sit up on the couch. What now?

He wears no smile on his face, searching yours as he leans in, his pointer finger hooked under your chin as he plants a gentle kiss on your lips that makes you miss the feel of him already. “I’m definitely not tired, would you like to watch a movie with me?”

You nod, eyes still closed as you reel from the whiff of emotions that repeatedly compound through you. “I don’t think I can stand.”

“I’d be insulted if you could,” he huffs, planting a sweet kiss on your nose. “Be right back. You want sweatpants or something more akin to those pretty dresses you’ve been flouncing around in?”

“Hmm, happy middle, please,” you ignore his jab, if just for the obvious amusement in his voice.

“Aah, a thong and a necklace coming up,” he jokes, running up the stairs before you could playfully glare at him.

He brings you a matching tank and shorts and a light blanket, setting up Smile for you two to watch as he curled you into his chest. When the movie is over you glance up at him, worried for what exactly came out his mouth next.

We probably should keep it as a one time only event.

You reluctantly agreed, crawling into a too big bed as you already miss his comforting weight right next to you. Sleep never comes, in fact, sleep has stopped texting you back because you have never been more wide awake.

Sweat seeps through the sheets and shines on your forehead as you wrap yourself up in an accidental burrito from all the turning and tossing, your emotions one puddle, thundering and storming into a lake of aroused confusion and clouded judgment as your weekend plays on repeat.

By the time the sky shines a periwinkle blue once again you’ve decided you could not take it for two more seconds, impulsively getting up to run back across the hall.

The door opens to a wildly disheveled head of curls, his hand raised as if he was about to knock. His mouth opens but you don’t give him the chance to tell you Yeah, no, fuck that, because your lips are on his in a flash, arms recklessly thrown around his shoulders and pulling him into your bedroom for some more of his lips, his hands, his hips, his tongue.

Neither of you had enough resolve to decide it would only be a one time thing.

-

Six Months Later

Eddie huffed a few bouts of laughter as you litter kisses all over his neck, refusing to listen to his out of breath protests as you nuzzle into his intoxicating stubble. “Babe, babe! I have to take a shower, I fucking stink!”

You giggle, working your hands up his fishnet shirt layered under the graphic tee. “Mhmm,” you hum, lapping up some rank sweat that has built up at the hinge of his jaw. “Smells amazing.”

“You’re a fucking freak, have I ever told you that?” He laughs, intertwining his fingers through your hair as he shoves his tongue down your throat.

“You’ve mentioned it,” you sigh, gasping against his minty breaths. “Helps having a smoking hot boyfriend, you know?”

“Baby, I really need a shower, I will meet you in the lounge,” he sighs, sounding like he’s about to give up.

“I could join you,” you suggest, pulling him in closer against you.

“As tempting as that is, we both know neither of us are getting any cleaner if that happens,” he sternly holds your face at a distance from his, his eyebrow flickering up pointedly when you attempt to lean in for more. “I promise to fuck you into the mattress, against the couch, and wherever else you might want later, okay, my sweet princess?”

“Fine,” you huff, grinning against his lips at the final sweet kiss he gives you, at the shivers down your spine that have never stopped, that have never shown signs of stopping.

The dressing room door closes behind you as the spray of the water hits the shower floor, a taunt that you are not in the cramped space with him, the one place you crave.

After offering his bandmates your best compliments, you act as a wallflower, watching the moon-eyed fans get their selfies as you played with the guitar pick chained around your wrist. You scrolled through your twitter app, saving photos of your gorgeous boyfriend in quality photos and the litter of hickeys you had spent hours giving him for hours the previous night.

A sudden impossible yet familiar laugh fills the air, your eyes snapping up to your dad’s familiar swoop of brown locks tossed back in a full body chuckle. Your stomach falls into the pits of hell.

You had checked with Eddie before hand that Steve hadn’t gotten any tickets emailed to him to avoid this very particularly sticky situation. You had agreed to keep it quiet until it started getting more serious.

Well…it had turned serious but you knew for a fact your dad wouldn’t be too happy with the coupling.

Your eyes jolt around the room to look for a quick escape, forgetting there’s only one door in, and unless you were going to turn unrealistically stealthy in the next minute, sneaking past him was not an option.

Your hesitation turns out to be your doom, just as you make a choice his brown eyes landed on you, lighting up in surprise.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Sunshine!” He calls out, holding his arms out and reaching for a hug. “What are you doing here? Thought you were staying with your roommate for the week!”

You had specifically told him you were stuck with your roommate who was getting over an ex boyfriend. The ex boyfriend part was right, but you were assisting from afar, with your own boyfriend luring you off the phone.

You hug him back, a wave of guilt washing over you, unable to relax in his familiar arms. “I made it down last minute!” The lie is forced, reminding you of times you knew you were caught but chose to dig deeper rather than climb out.

Sometimes it's just easier that way.

Steve’s brows furrow, crossing his arms just as something occurs to him. “How-how did you even make it down so quickly, I just called you this morning—“

He is interrupted by a familiar set of arms thrown around you from behind, squeezing you tight until you weasel out of them, your nerves on a hotwire.

For a moment that stretches out, lasting forever enough for you to see the V between Steve’s brow deepen, his head tilting ever so slightly, a slight frown downturning his lips.

And the panic that shifts every muscle of Eddie’s face when he sees Steve.

Finally, things set back into motion as puts on a facade of surprise, well not a facade as he’s actually surprised, he certainly knows how to put on a face of delight.

“Steve, my boy!” He collides his chest with his best friend, back pats exchanged as they embrace one another. “I didn’t know you were coming!”

Steve shrugs, his hands slotted into his pockets once they separate. “You didn’t answer my email, but Gareth did.”

When you switch your gaze to the drummer, he winks, telling you he has been paying attention to the shit show the entire time.

A few beats in the conversation, Steve starts to wonder if he was making everything up in his head, if he was just imagining your awkward stances and the way you’re standing just an inch too far away from one another.

Because there is no other reason you’d have to lie.

But all the little things keep sticking out to him. Your disheveled hair, in a way that couldn’t be manufactured. A bruise on Eddie’s neck, no bruises, but this one seemed familiar—

Steve’s eyes dart to your smudged lipstick, just barely fixed.

The fidgeting of a bracelet around your wrist, your anxious swaying, Eddie’s nervous rambling.

The way Eddie rushed to hug you like an old friend yet can’t seem it dare keep his eyes on you longer than a second.

”Eddie Munson, tell me you are not hooking up with my daughter.”

-

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This is the last chapter hope y’all loved 😭

[thebearme]

Here's my Parappa hcs and reimagine ideas for Matt & Paula

Sunny

Sunny is a cosmo flower like her mother.

Because of her mother's recent death, her dad Potter became UBER PROTECTIVE. The classic "ur the last thing of her, I have to protect you" you know.

Unrelated thing but idk when I'll ever talk about this guy but Potter HAS to be half object head, the only plant thing apart of him is his hair. idk maybe yall can figure it out... also i think he gave birth to sunny and no i will not elaborate.

Sunny is asexual and intersex but what do you expect, she's a plant.

She got all her arm strength from her dad. All those home military drills really helped.

She's superb at skateboarding but tends to not do so beings she doesn't want to get her dress ruin. But give her time to change, and she'll start shreddin.

Sunny has Bipolar disorder type 1.

Sunny grew up a lil sheltered. She lives in the middle of the woods and only goes into town for groceries! She started going out more and more when she started school for the first time, especially after she got some friends.

I'm taking this headcanon from the fic life in parappa town and expanding it but Sunny is in this plant belief system where you stay loyal to Mothernature and when you die you'll become a part of her. She doesn't eat meat, she gives back to nature and be kind to all Mothernature's creatures.

Sunny take cares and own her mother's "small" farm. She used to give her produce to the community for free, but because of the government finding out about that, she had to put it on pause. She either sells it for big money, or the government will take her land and profit from it them self.

Parappa

Parappa is his rap name. His name is Pa and his nickname is Pappy.

He's a bagel and hound mix, but has more bagel dog tendencies.

He's hat was bought by his mom before she left.

Parappa's mom divorce her husband after one too many financial crises, just when Parappa was just graduated high school. (explaining the past tense in PtR2) Leaving Pappy with Papa Rappa while she takes care of Pinto herself.

His Mama always encouraged Parappa to reach his dreams as long it wasn't expensive. So after everything, Parappa was more determined than ever to believe in himself and never give up.

Parappa would do anything for Sunny, he would kill Joe Chin even!

After a while working at the videogame shop, Parappa will later work for Master Onion cuz at least he pays him.

Parappa has the n card cuz he's cool like that. im tired of hearing 'who gave him the n card?' well maybe he just born with it. stop judging my dog bro

Parappa's rapping career just recently started. He began rapping his poems by the end of high school, luckily for him his best friend has connections to get him up there.

He grew up with classic 80s-90s rap. Pappy is an oldhead.

Pappy is anti-drug, anti-gun rights and a BIG ACAB. He is a huge believer that 'only community can fix the issues and not some cops that with guns trying to make the problem worst' but if you listen to parappa's album you've probly already saw this coming.

He still an up-and-coming artist, eventho he's known around the town and performed with Club fun's mc twice... he just started selling his first album.

Pappy is pretty smart and could have got into a science major like his dad but choose music instead. His father wept.

Parappa guessed that Katy is lesbian years before she started dating Lammy because the god awful dates she would go on.

Parappa loves frogs, they're his favorite animal.

He has a concentration issue, dude can't stay on track for the life of him. And no he doesn't know he has ADHD.

His ass has maladaptive daydreamer.

Boxy boy was made for Parappa by his dad because of tendency to daydream everywhere and anywhere, he gives him sense.

Pappy has a stuttering and lisp problem, but it adds an interesting element to his raps.

Pappy can NOT keep a secret. He WILL tell Sunny!

He got orange hair

Pj

Pj or further known as King Berri is still the same as always, maybe a lil more tired.

He uses king as a stage name so he can have a bit of his fantasy come true.

Eats weed brownie everyday.

Pj now wears a hooding for pure comforter, it like wearing sleepingbag at all times.

Pj seems very comfortable with his life but he really just compliant.

Pj is estranged from his family. They have not talked in years and he doesn't plan on changing that.

Just like everyone, Pj doesn't hate being a dj but just hate working. All the fun he had for his craft was gone a long time ago. But if he still gets paid by his boss MC Mushi and gets his 'stuff' then his fine.

Pj is brutally honest to Parappa like always, someone got to be the straight man in the friendship.

He's the most likely in the friendship to get the other in trouble.

Pj lives in the college housing, particularly in the basement. He just likes it down there. But funny enough, it turns out the house doesn't stay as empty as what the staff said it would be.

He's roommate is Matt. He's not that bad when you get to know him, He's just a bit snobby, know-it-all and WAY to competitive... but chill? Ok he's a Chin but hey, atleast he's better then Joe.

Him and Matt met one rainy day when the power went out and Matt got jumpedscared but the bear in the basement.

Katy

Chatty Katty was her nickname back in high school and even in the college campus right now. She gets this nickname not because she talks bad of anyone, honestly the opposite. She talks up everyone she knows! Right after talking up herself.

Katy was a church goer growing up, so no duh she'll know everyone in the community.

Her and Pappy were in the church choir growing up, that's how they met. Later she got introduced Pj in school, the three of them started hanging out after that.

Parappa gives the biggest little brother vibe to Katy.

Katy has the vocabulary of a old lady and it's because of the older lady she works with at the diner.

Katy is that friend that went on so many bad dates, tells you about and it makes you think HOW the hell are you still dating men??

She met Lammy after running into each other from the college lecture hall. And she immediately invited her to the milkcan band practice.

Lammy and Katy were a will-they-won't-they thing then they met. Lammy likes Katy but doesn't think she would like her, Katy likes Lammy but doesn't think she's likes women so she continues going for men.

Katy has been going to church less as she goes into college, jobs, dates, band practice and battling the gay thoughts. oooo scary

Katy and Sunny met in middle school, Katy never liked the idea of girls tearing each other down. And Katy was right, Sunny was sweet as she thought.

Katy introduced Sunny to the boys and everyone went nicely, they shared lunch together.

Paula

Paula is base off a kit fox, she just put makeup over her facial mark.

She's got abit of rewrite; She's from a new money household but unlike her parents that fell into complete greed, She's still her old self.

Paula is a tomboy at heart and her true love is basketball and women.

She's a business major oooo. AND the captain of the basketball team.

She still beefing with Katy but you know- it's a friendly rivalry. Or at least it becomes one.

Paula has a little crush on Sunny after meeting her but she's very respectful about it and very real told anyone about it... besides Katy... who told Pj... who told Matt... who told Parappa... who told Sunny. But otherwise Paula got turned down rather nicely and took it well.

Matt

Matt and Joe are doodles, partially a cockapoo.

He is the younger brother of Joe Chin and makes it his LIFE GOAL to be Parappa's rival.

He bascally bradley for the extremely goofy movie.

Matt has a big gay crush on Pappy but he refuse to admit!

Joe Chin got to inherit the family business without even doing anything and Matt is really mad about that. So he's in school for a business degree and in the frat club for extra bonus points. All to impress his parents and get the family business instead.

Ok not related to Matt hcs but just one thing- I think Joe Chin is a womanizer manipulative creep! That's why Matt is a funny villain while Joe is a flatout villain villain.

There more hcs in the bottom but I didn't feel comfortable putting up with more of the light hearted stuff so...

darker things below, read with caution.

[delopsia]

Harrison has SUCH alpha energy though…. raging breeding kink with that one

Ugh, you have such a good point there 😩 y'all wanna know the real reason why they call him Harrison Knott? I'll see myself out

Harrison strikes me as the kind of guy who would intentionally hide the whole alpha thing; he isn't necessarily shy or insecure about his status, but he's obsessed with the idea of falling in love with him for who he is, not his status. He's an alpha and then some. Think of a/b/o statuses as liquid in a cup. Some are fuller than others.

Harrison's is overflowing and pouring off the side of the damn table.

And he's painfully aware of it. Growing up, he found himself constantly pursued, all because of this dumb status he's found himself with. Fun at first, but it gets old very quickly. Harrison is very, very careful to scrub himself down twice a day, uses special soap, and takes medication to reduce the scent he naturally produces.

He used to love surfing with friends in more public areas, but once he'd start sweating, heads would turn, and suddenly, he had a bunch of unwanted interest. Attention that he hadn't received when he was passing as a beta. So he surfs alone or with close friends. He pays extra to access a private gym, and if he ever feels like jogging, it's in very secluded areas.

Enter, you.

A quiet omega who wandered into his place of work, looking for a CD by a band so niche that even he didn't know where to start looking for it. The owner had said they carried it, but not a soul knew where the hell it had been stashed. Harrison offered to look for it while you visited some other shops, but you'd politely insisted that you help him. It's a good thing, too. The CD had fallen behind a cabinet too heavy to be moved. Harrison couldn't reach it, but you could.

You returned a week later, looking for another, and Harrison's joke about you intentionally picking hard-to-find albums devolved into you staying long after the disc had been found. Chatting in between customers, debating on songs, challenging each other's music taste. It was settled; you'd each take the week to curate the perfect playlist and exchange them. But Harrison called in sick the day you came in, and the girl at the desk passed along a note with his phone number.

At the time, you'd found it odd that he hardly had a scent. Even betas have their own unique aroma, but with no further indication of what he could be, you presumed him to be one. Blissfully unaware and, quite frankly, didn't care what his secondary gender was. How could you? 

He's always so sweet, fetching the door for you, distracts you and pays the bill when you two go to a local diner. Takes you dancing, covers your drink with his palm when you leave it unattended, and drives you everywhere, no matter the distance. He takes you on a day trip to a niche record shop with a CD you've been hopelessly searching for. Leaves you weak in the knees when he walks you up to your door after, hesitantly leans in, and kisses you right then and there, under the pale outdoor light. 

For a while, it's not spoken of. It's as if that kiss never happened; he's busy with work and figuring out his schooling, and you're suddenly hosting a friend who, without warning, was broken up with and cast out of her apartment. Between being a shoulder to cry on, helping her settle in, and other life events, you lose track of your dates.

When Harrison invites you to join him on a trip upstate, saying something about getting accepted into two schools and not being able to decide unless he saw them in person. It's a welcome escape and an adventure all wrapped into one. Your friend can have her time alone and watch over the place while you're gone, and you can go and blow off responsibilities with a pretty-faced beta for two or three days. 

Your face feels oddly warm that morning, but your friend says you look fine, and it seems to go away once you step out into the cool morning air. Harrison is two hours into the drive when he tilts his head and asks if you're feeling alright. You don't get why he's asking; nothing relatively seems off. In fact, you're well enough to walk to every place he wants to see. The record shop, the beach, the actual school itself, and all of the niche little places around it, looking for something, anything to help him decide.

Until you're standing in a convenience store, and someone—an alpha, approaches you. You don't understand his heavy flirting until he mentions your heat. And then it hits you. Your heat was due to start today. You're stumbling back, all too warm, muttering an apology as you turn to walk away, but this guy is persistent, grabbing hold of your shoulder before you can get too far. 

Or at least...he tries. 

Harrison comes out of absolute nowhere. Shoving himself between you like a brick wall, and he's arguing, saying something, but you can't hear it. There's a new scent in the room. Faint at first, but it follows you as he guides you out to the car, promising to come back with your chosen snacks. Something akin to pineapple and a fresh ocean breeze, like you've been transported straight to the beach. 

Harrison thinks you've figured out that he's an alpha. 

You just think he smells good. 

It's hard to recall how things escalated after he carried you back to the hotel room. Whether it be the moment your pained plea for help met his ears or when his kind, inexplicably dark eyes met with yours. But one way or another, you find yourself gasping at the feeling of his scruffy mouth against your lips, cradling your face between his big hands, promising he'll take care of you; he'll make it stop hurting. 

He eats you out like a man starved. Works you through two long-winded orgasms, has a sheen of sweat clinging to his flushed skin when he comes back up to kiss you again. It's still not enough, but you can't even think about it because something has just occurred to you. 

He's an alpha. 

And he's just shocked to the core that you didn't realize until now. But maybe that's also what makes him so eager to please you; it's everything he's craved. To be wanted, regardless of his status, and hear you are, mid-heat, begging for him for the sole reason of it being him. 

Regardless of the reason, it's a wonder you can even walk when he's done with you. Hiking your legs over his broad shoulders, biceps bulging as he fucks you nice and proper. Makes you beg him to knot you, to breed you nice 'n full, make a complete mess of your poor pussy. Shushing and kissing you as it catches, grunting prettily into your ear and filling you so full that your head spins. 

The trip is only meant to be two days. It extends to five because he can't keep himself away from you. Rubbing his scent all over you, nipping at your soft skin with his teeth, and grumbling into your neck. The closest thing he can get to a contented purr. He bends you over the sink, fucks you into the mattress, and guides you to ride him on the couch, never once misses the chance to sink in deep and let your bodies tether. Grows annoyed when he can't keep his cum from leaking out and down your pretty thighs. 

And when you do head home, you can only press pause for so long. Fighting the temptation to pull over and tangle in the back seat, only held back by the fear of being caught. Your friend isn't home when you tumble through the door, and you're so thankful that she isn't because your shirt is off before you make it into your room. Luggage long forgotten because you can only focus on the warm, oversized alpha squeezing you in his big arms.

In fact, you keep him there for the night. And the one after that. 

Over the course of a short trip, Harrison goes from passing as a beta to going without the medications and washes, shamelessly rubbing his scent all over you and bugs you to do the same 'cause he needs everyone to know he belongs to you. The deciding factor on schools is you; he wants to be fifteen minutes away rather than a couple of hours. And then your friend gets back on her feet, finds a place of her own, and one day, Harisson quits leaving your home. 

This man loves to watch you mosey about the house, gathering up his softest clothing and situating it all into one big nest on the bed. Harisson isn't the biggest on scenting things that aren't you, but if you hold something up to him and ask for it, he'll gladly rub the side of his head against it until you deem it suitable. Always waits for you to invite him inside of it, too; it's such an intimate space, and he'd hate to upset you by intruding. One of his friends accidentally opened the bedroom door on you while looking for the bathroom, and Harisson damn near lost his mind. "This is a cute bedroom." "Yeah, it is; now shut the damn door."

There is rarely a day when a head doesn't turn Harisson's way; classmates, coworkers, friends, and strangers alike hit on him, but he's only got eyes for you. If you'll let him, he'll parade you around every chance he gets, showing you off to the world; grows possessive when anyone takes that as an invitation to touch you. It's a wonder it takes him so long to mark you as his because he sure is eager to ensure everyone sees the healing scar on his pretty neck.

Everything you want, you get. He spoils you to no end. He supports the whole independence thing, but once he gets on his feet as a doctor, he's too happy to let you become a stay-at-home omega if that's what you want. Because there is nothing this man loves more than walking through the front door of his house and being greeted with your chirps and kisses. 

...well, he might enjoy the sound of you begging him to knot you a little bit more, but that's neither here nor there. 

[thequietesthing]

since everyone is giving their two cents about the new taylor swift album, i’ll also do the same (it’s more like ten cents cause it’s very long sorry)

first of all, this album (i’m talking about ttpd: the anthology with all 31 songs) can be truly appreciated once you hear it at least twice with the lyrics right in front of you. the reason for this, imo, is pretty simple; the first thought i had while listening to this the first time (and be mindful of the fact that my mind was huddled with sleep bc it was very early) is that it sounds like a diary, more than any other of her previous albums. which is why, i think, that the people that don’t particularly like it may never have kept a personal diary in their life. and i’m not talking about gratitude journals, i’m talking about “teenage petulance” written words, with anger, resentment, hope, love and sadness. which would very well explain the lack of “storyline” that i’ve seen people complain about, in the sense that she doesn’t create stories within her songs but only verbose imaginaries. when you write in your diary you use metaphors, analogies and periphrasis but since it’s something raw and yours you don’t need to craft a story about it because the diary it’s something you write for yourself, so you don’t need to make the effort of making something “pretty” as it’s not supposed to be read by anyone else. it often feels like an unending river flow of messy words because that it’s how writing your own feelings looks like. also the fact that she often reports pieces of dialogue she imagines hearing or that someone actually said it’s a very typical trait of diary entries.

second of all, the games of assigning which song to who can be fun for like the first two hours but then it gets very freaking boring. if you don’t understand that everything that she writes she writes about how she feels and about how other people make her feel you have not been paying attention. she is the main character; if the issue for you is whether that song is written for that person instead of another, you are giving more importance to secondary/recurring roles than to her. these are her words, her story. and i’m not saying it’s not fun ok, catching references to ex-boyfriends or other people, but you can’t, and you shouldn’t, make an entire album that she wrote about her personal intimate experiences about someone else.

to circle back to the lyrics, i think that this album may be one of her best works. they are smart on both a linguistic and metaphorical level. as someone who deeply enjoys english as a language i always have the time of my life listening to her albums and her choice of association of words, themes and rhymes.

a last point regarding the tunes. i am by far the last person that knows anything about music, you give me a pretty tune and i usually like it regardless of where is from (cue my very eclectic music tastes) so when everyone said that all the music sounded alike i was like uhmm. when i heard it a second time (guys the key it’s really in this!!!) i was like no they are different from one another. but also, and this may be a little far fetched so feel free to disagree but it’s what i perceived, is that in this album she may have put much more effort in the lyrics than in the music. not always obvs she is a musician after all, but i think that the turning point here, the thing that she wants us to pay attention to, are the lyrics (also why it’s called tortured poets department and not tortured musicians department :))

to sum everything up, i really really enjoyed this album when i listened to it the first time but i’m appreciating her skills and understanding her lyrics more the second time around. it’s an album that has to be let marinate, like a sauce, otherwise is gonna taste a bit acidic. anywho this is just my opinion, i just needed to tell it to someone and the irl people in my life are not willing to listen, so people of tumblr you are the unfortunate recipients of my two cents on ttpd :)

[cielles-random-vault]

overwatch music headcannons! + small reader insert!

including hanzo and genji, mc cree, reaper, kiriko,mei and lucio since they're my all time favorites

please keep in mind that these are just MY opinion and i don't know the characters' backstories so this may not be accurate , it's ok if you disagree but don't be rude about it 💀 THIS IS JUST FOR FUN OK

word count: 977 :D

pre-post note: AAA that's it now i want to create playlists for each one of them and the best part is no one can stop me

✨hanzo

he doesn't have any particuliar taste he just doesn't like very loud music

he likes japanese bossa nova and listens to it when he parctices/medidates

he probably asked lucio why he has to pay for spotify premium and asked him to get him a cracked version of it because he refuses to pay for it (he actually has a lot of money but has a love/hate relationship with americans *staring at cassidy intenifies* but deep down it's really because he doesn't know how to properly use the app without lucio's help but he doesn't want to admit it because it makes him feel old)

I JUST KNOW MY BABYGIRL SECRETELY LIKES KPOP GIRL GROUPS LIKE TWICE AND NEWJEANS (kiriko secretely added newjeans music in his playlist)

listens to shiloh dysnasty, lofigirl lives when he needs to focus on signing his family's papers, he likes tyler the creator but only flowerboy and call me if you get lost because his others albums would be too "violent" for him (don't forget he's an old man 😔 /hj)

HE OBVIOUSLY LIKES CLASSICAL MUSIC like some mozart or chopin or even beethoven

he either has too many playlists or like only his liked songs one (but he doesn't now how to use spotify so he always asks you or lucio on how to do it)

he definitely likes lamp and even went to some of their concerts

oh and he plays shamisen too, his parents gave him and his brothers lessons since it's something very dear to them as music is a very big part of the shimadas' culture

"hi there sakura! do you want to listen to music together?" and then he'd pat the seat next to his for you to sit on

✨genji

since he's (kind of) a robot i feel like he listens mostly to breakcore and jungle dnb, it depends on his mood

he likes bossa nova too but is more into japanese rap

although he's more of an extrovert than his brother, he still needs his time alone, but he'll never mind your presence

"oh? hello there little mouse" as he notices you came in his room. he always sets a bare cushion on the floor for you to sit on. "do you want to listen to music together?"

i feel like he'd like 90's/2000's rap like mf doom, tupac and ice cube because lucio made him discover some of their songs ( i want them to have a thing together aa "but he's already with mercy" CRY ABOUT IT I DONT CARE no one can stop me from writing a genji x lucio fic MWAHAHAHA THIS IS GONNA BE SO RANDOM

though basically he's more of a sewerslvt/ my head hurts type of person (a/n: please listen to my head hurts if you like breakcore their music is so good)

when he feels lonely he asks you to come in his room to listen to some of your favorite music (he secretely made you a playlist)

✨mc cree

as a proud cowboy i'm pretty sure he listens to country music (this man's old too /hj)

he probably listens to old bands like the beatles and metallica

that's it that's what he'd listen to

oh and maybe taylor swift because her music would remind him of the countryside he's born in

"hey there pretty!" (don't judge me i js feel like he would call you that don't ask me why) "come here i made you a pie!"

✨reaper

I JS KNOW HE LISTENS TO SLIPKNOT AND DEFTONES

METALLICA TOO

he doesn't specifically like your presence but he doesn't tell you to leave him alone either

"what do you want? fine you can stay but don't make too much noise"

that's it that's my hcs 🗿krkrkr that's not a lot i'm sorry

✨kiriko and mei (+ d.va bonus)

i js know my girlies listen to kpop

they have a shared playlist with very various things

kiriko's music taste is prety much kpop (the ogs, blackpink, stray kids and txt, they probably stant them)

mei is more of a classical music person

dva likes krap but she's more of of a stay stan

"hi there! have a seat! kiriko and i have made tea!"

✨lucio

I JUST KNOW THIS MAN'S MUSIC TASTE IS IMMACULATE

everybody asks him for music advice

i think he's one of the real "i listen to everything" mfs, his listening goes from classical music to brakcore but also and mainly rap

mf doom, tyler the creator fan (esp the albums before igor)

the music he makes is either really calm like accousitc guitar covers or STRAIGHT CHAOS there really is no in between and i'm here for it

BRO IS A KENDRICK LAMAR FAN if the two of them were in the same universe i'm a hundred percent sure theY would have made music together

p sure he listens to travis scot ON BLAST so loud he always get yelled at by because it disturbs his meditation

when he feels lonely he invites you on the roof to play you soft songs on his guitar

THAT'S IT :D THANK YOU FOR READING

ily if you read through the whole thing <3 /p kith kith if consented 🎀

have a good day !

-kanahari/ @chainsaw-locket-444

[chicken-delight]

 god it so fucked up that I can’t just record a audio post of me talking and post it here but my thoughts are too intense to have to think about it and then type it out so I’m just saying it into my voice text thingy on my phone.

 people who complain about Bob Dylan‘s concerts being lame don’t get Bob Dylan. I was talking about this to one of my buddies a couple weeks ago and I was saying like something something something Bob Dylan live something something something and he was like yeah but have you seen Bob Dylan live before and I was like yeah twice and it was great. I loved it and he said oh really? and I was like yeah… I know people are haters, but Bob Dylan has never promised his fans the show that they expect to see. He’s always doing the opposite of what people expect him to do. He’s never gonna play the hits. Shows for him are like the ultimate artistic expression for. It doesn’t matter if you like it. you are the one who paid to see him right. And I understand like some artists, do feel the need to give the crowd what they want because they did pay for it and that is just on a basis by basis sort of deal. I personally don’t care what their outlook on it is. They are the artist and you are the spectator. there’s a certain power dynamic in that and the artist always wins. Great art has never been made by doing what the spectator wants to see, here, experience, etc..

 yeah, maybe his voice is gone. But he’s in his fucking 80s. Like what the fuck. You’re asking too much of him. Also Rough and Rowdy Ways is one of the greatest Bob Dylan albums. The sound is great. The band he has is great. The songwriting is superb, and the voice that he has now fits perfectly with the music. He is making right now. And I think it is so fun to watch him bang on the piano and for his band to just be tight and know what they’re doing. and I love how he would come out from behind the piano after every song and pose and then go back and play another song. i saw a man comfortable with what he is doing. and thats what matters.

And now that I’m just on a roll, I feel as though people who dislike Bob Dylan have a superiority complex about it even though they think that Bob Dylan fans have a superiority complex about liking Bob Dylan. every person, at least of my generation that I’ve talk to who is into him has a very personal complicated relationship with his music. It’s not just easy listening. And yeah, Boomers just like Bob Dylan because he’s Bob Dylan sometimes and dont think about it. But I feel like anyone l who goes after a Popular artistp like this just is doing it to make themselves feel cool and different. And they said that it doesn’t make them feel: different but it does. And I understand that and I think everybody has one artist that they are like I don’t get it. I’m just on another level. Like Taylor Swift. also I don’t give a fuck. There are so many layers to this artist as there is to any artist, but especially Bob Dylan where you can’t listen to one album or one song etc. and decide you don’t like it forever and write it off. he has a different sound and he evolves just like every other artist. Leave some room for potential here like it doesn’t have to sit right with you in the moment but it’s, very juvenile to be like I don’t like his voice I don’t like the harmonica, but also like you don’t have to like him even if you do listen to all the fucking albums like it doesn’t matter and it shouldn’t matter stop thinking about it. and I know everyone was talking about whoever it was who was comparing Bruce to Bob Dylan. And I don’t even care if Bruce would think that that’s a lame opinion to think he’s better than Bob. It’s never fair to compare artists to artists,  the only arena where you can do that is, if you’re joking or if it’s a lighthearted conversation. I think the world we live in right now with social media, and Paris social relationships has sort of stripped away the sacredness of the art someone makes, and then decides to put out into the world. it’s so deeply entangled with their being even if it’s a silly song or even if it’s not autobiographical. Art comes from the deepest part of your soul. You wouldn’t want to compare souls. Anyways. This took up my entire 30 minute lunch break. I have to pee.

[therecordconnection]

Ranting and Raving: "Come Dancing" by The Kinks

When looking at the British Invasion of the sixties, there is something known today as “The Big Four.” That group refers to the four bands that led the musical invasion on American shores: The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, The Who, and finally, The Kinks. The Kinks were entered into that club way later than the other three. It took more time for people to realize that the band were of the same caliber and helped pave the way for a lot of music we hold dear today just the same as the others.

But the Kinks ended up having a wildly different career trajectory than those other three. Mostly because they were banned from playing in America from 1965-1969. 

The exact reasons for why tend to boil down to this: When attempting to tour America in 1965, there was tension between primary songwriter/guitarist/vocalist Ray Davies and his brother, guitarist Dave Davies (who also had beef with at-the-time drummer Mick Avory, sometimes losing it and fist-fighting him on stage), they all had beef with their tour promoter, Betty Kaye, who was unable to pay them in cash (which was the agreement that was made and unable to be fulfilled due to poor ticket sales at the beginning of the tour) and when that happened, the band was pissed and decided to retaliate against her. This in turn led her to filing a formal complaint with the American Federation of Musicians (basically the organization who has the power to withhold work permits for overseas musicians in the event that, you know, they piss you off and are difficult to deal with). That complaint held weight and the band were, well, banned from playing in the states. By the time the ban was lifted in ‘69, the British Invasion was over and done with and the tastes had changed.

In a way, I think this actually ended up being a blessing in disguise for them. The other three bands they’re grouped with all ended up getting Americanized in some way due to spending extended time here and trying to appeal to us. By contrast, The Kinks were stranded and remained aggressively British, so they stayed weird and their music remains all the more fascinating to Americans because it wasn’t made with any of our sensibilities in mind. The only times the band snuck over here and scored a Top 40 hit twice during the seventies. “Lola” was the big one in 1970 (peaked at #9 on Billboard) and “Rock and Roll Fantasy” was the other one in 1978 (peaked at #30). So as far as America is concerned, the seventies weren’t the best decade for the band in terms of chart success. They would go mostly ignored.

The Beatles, The Stones, and The Who all had a great time here in the seventies... but the eighties belonged to the Kinks, who had a way more fun time during that decade than any of them. By the start of the eighties, the Beatles had been broken up for a decade (one of them would be dead by the end of 1980, one of them sits out most of the first half of the decade, one of them doesn’t know what the hell they’re doing, and one of them is Ringo) the Stones were about to go on autopilot and enter suck for a decade, and the Who were quickly suffering burn out. On the other hand, The Kinks had been enjoying critical and commercial success and enjoyed experimenting with the new wave and punk sound that had been sprouting up in Britain. It certainly helped that a lot of new wave and punk bands loved them and were covering their songs. Listening to albums like 1981’s Give the People What They Want and 1983’s State of Confusion are good examples of Ray Davies’ versatility and adaptability as a songwriter. He just seemed to understand the changing times better than the rest of the old British Invasion bands. I mean, bloody hell, you don’t call an album Give the People What They Want unless you’re damn sure you know what they want. The Kinks have five songs that have been Top 10 hits on Billboard: “You Really Got Me” (#7 in 1964) “All Day and All of the Night” (also #7 in ‘64), “Tired of Waiting For You” (#6 in 1965), “Lola,” and finally, their last and quite possibly the best song Ray Davies wrote in his long career, “Come Dancing” (#6), released in April 1983 (for America, Britain had it in October ‘82) and our subject today.

“Come Dancing” is one of those hits that defies most explanations. By all accounts, Americans at the time should’ve wanted nothing to do with it and it never should’ve been a hit here. By the time the song hit its peak in July 1983, It didn’t fit in with anything else that was on the Top 10. That is, unless there’s a part of your brain that thinks the Kinks can share a playlist with the likes of The Police, Irene Cara’s “Flashdance... What a Feeling” (from, you guessed it, the movie Flashdance), Michael Jackson, Culture Club, and Kajagoogoo, which sounds like a name I made up, but I swear to god I didn’t. Adding to the anomaly is how Ray Davies didn’t write this with an American audience in mind at all. For starters, he makes no attempt to hide his accent (although Ray is so aggressively British you’d have to be the most daft and schtewpit wanker alive not to notice). Other giveaways are how the song talks about dance halls (which is primarily a British concept. He also uses the French word “Palais” to mean “dance hall,” which only further alienates us Yankees) and the song borrows its title from a popular British dancing show, Come Dancing (it’s mostly known today through its revival, Strictly Come Dancing).

“Come Dancing” is mainly concerned with two topics: 1) It’s a song examining the changing times and memorializing the past. The dance hall of Ray’s childhood is long gone and has been replaced with several different things ever since. 2) It’s a story song about his older sister, Rene. More on her later. 

If this song became a hit for any reason, it’s because Ray Davies’ ear for melody never failed him. That main melody that plays through the song is ridiculously infectious. It does what every great song wants to do: sneak into your brain and have you hum it for a long time after it’s over. Musically, it’s delightfully strange. The chorus has that British Invasion sixties sound that taps into boomer nostalgia (which would quickly wrap the eighties into a vice grip tighter than a rattlesnake) but it never fully consumes the song. The main melody has that sixties sound when played on a guitar, but it’s almost drowned out by the odd choice in keyboard sound, which sounds like something you’d hear on a calliope or a boardwalk in the summer. While being odd, it’s an immediately recognizable sound that works really well. It’s very easy to start dancing to it and, more importantly, it’s such a great melody that it never gets obnoxious or annoying to hear. 

The most interesting thing about it is that it’s a melody that feels like it’s fighting to find a spot in a specific time period. Dave Davies’ guitar makes it sound sixties, the keyboard turns it distinctly into 1983, and then it travels back to the big band era of the forties and fifties when horns play it at the end of the song. It’s a melody that’s clearly nostalgic for something, but it and its creator never find exactly what it’s nostalgic for. There’s an argument to be made that the entire song is nostalgic for everything and that’s why there’s no specific choice. In that sense, the song perfectly captures that feeling of experiencing changing times. What you knew is gone forever and you’re having to come to terms with the new. The overall production, the keyboard doing the main melody, that new wave sound and Dave’s heavy guitar riffs during the halfway point of the song, and the chorus are all firmly in the new. The keyboard during the verses, the acoustic, folksy guitar heard throughout the song, and the big band horns at the end are all the faded voices of the old trying to be new again. Ray Davies is very well aware of time and the way time changes things as major themes within this song. Those themes show up as early as the first lines of the song, when he lays out the history of the local palais in just four lines:

They put a parking lot on a piece of land  Where the supermarket used to stand Before that they put up a bowling alley On the site that used to be the local palais

Local palais -> bowling alley -> supermarket -> parking lot. Anybody who has lived in a small town for decades or has lived long enough to see major changes to places can rattle off history like that to you. Even if you haven’t, sometimes you can just walk into a store and you can faintly see the remnants of what used to be there, possibly something to the tune of, “This coffee shop used to be a Pizza Hut.” Ray Davies establishes that theme from a distance immediately so that he can zoom in just as fast and begin to tackle the song’s real reason for being: a story song about his older sister, Rene.

Ray Davies has six sisters, all of them older than him, but it’s Rene who hit the jackpot and got this song written about her. The backstory of “Come Dancing” is this: Ray wrote the song in honor of his sister’s love of dancing and to honor her passing away from a heart attack on the night of Ray’s thirteenth birthday while out dancing at the local palais. She was also the sister that bought Ray’s first guitar for him (you can see the kid in the music video air strumming a tennis racket, which I’ve always assumed was a nod to Ray being given a guitar). In a 2014 radio interview with NPR, Davies recounted the stories that inspired the song:

...she was told she had severe heart problems, but she loved to dance. And the doctors told her, she walked down the road, she would probably have a heart attack. So she bought me this not-very-expensive Spanish guitar and gave it to me on my birthday. And she - we played a few songs. She played a song on the piano. And I tried to play with her. And she said she was going out now. And I would watch my sister go out.  It was a sunny afternoon. And she walked down the road, and my mother stood at the gate. And that was it. And the next morning, we got a call from the police. She'd been - she had died dancing at the ballroom in London in the arms of a stranger. And they came to break the news to my parents. So it was - the birthday was forgotten, but that's irrelevant.

From the last line of the first verse to the end of the song, it becomes a beautiful eulogy about the loss of Ray’s sister and the dance hall that held her happiest memories. The story that Ray tells in that NPR interview is found all throughout the song’s lyrics. Ray mostly focuses on the boyfriends and dates that his sister would go on and even how Ray could see her coming and going (“Out of my window, I could see them in the moonlight / Two silhouettes saying goodnight by the garden gate”). Ray paints a fun, upbeat, and bouncy picture of his sister as your typical fun-loving girl who loves to dance and would make her dates work for (limited) satisfaction.

Another Saturday, another date She would be ready but she'd always make them wait In the hallway, in anticipation He didn't know the night would end up in frustration He'd end up blowing all his wages for the week All for a cuddle and a peck on the cheek

The lyrics stay just as light and peppy as the song they’re attached to. Despite the fact that Ray is writing this song about a woman who passed away twenty-five years before this song existed, the only sadness to be found is the death of the palais (The day they knocked down the palais / Part of my childhood died, just died). 

The final verse of the song is the most important part. We’ve established that in real life, the person this song is written about passed away twenty-five years prior. In the song, she isn’t. Ray Davies utilizes the power that comes with being a songwriter and fully rewrites her ending. This part is real: “Now I'm grown up and playing in a band / And there's a car park where the palais used to stand.” These lines aren’t:

My sister's married and she lives on an estate Her daughters go out, now it's her turn to wait She knows they get away with things she never could But if I asked her, I wonder if she would

With this final verse, “Come Dancing” becomes a song that resurrects the past and gives it new life. “Come Dancing” isn’t just a nostalgia song, it’s a resurrection song. A nostalgia song usually is too preoccupied with the yearning for days gone by, the dread that comes with knowing that the old days are gone forever and you wish like hell that they were back. “Come Dancing” isn’t that. The final refrain of the chorus has Ray singing, “Come dancing / Just like the palais on a Saturday.” The key words are “just like.” Ray knows that he can’t literally bring the palais back (or his sister, for that matter), but as a songwriter, he can resurrect the feelings and the memories of the palais on a Saturday. He can resurrect the feelings and the memories of his sister and how she would go dancing. 

It’s a beautiful and loving tribute to someone dearly departed. If you believe in any variation of the phrase, “The dead are never truly gone so long as the memories remain,” then this song does what a lot of songs do when they make us think of the people closest to us: it resurrects their memory and helps us remember them and how we carry them with us. 

It’s the most unexpected hit they could’ve had during the second half of their career and it remains one of their sweetest and most lovable songs. It represents the romanticism, the cleverness, and the theatricality that made the Kinks such a wonderful band and so distinct from their peers.

“Come Dancing” is the best possible tribute. It brought Ray’s sister and the old local palais back to life every time he and the Kinks played it. They come back to life every time you play it on something. If you have someone special to you who loved this song to death, they come back too whenever you play it. Hell, when Ray Davies eventually leaves this Earth, this song will also bring him back to life every time someone plays it.

Time moves, whether we want it to or not. But if we’re lucky, we’re able to capture a few magic moments and make them immortal. Nothing is ever fully dead so long as there’s someone there to fill it with love and resurrect it.

So, why not come dancing?

It's only natural.

[binchansbiceps]

I Have Been Playing With A Superstar Chapter 2

The months had seemed to fly by and drag on at the same time. A. didn’t play with you much anymore as he said he had to work on this project for the meetings he had to travel for. But at least he did message you when he could. Mini was now super excited cause Stray kids just announced that they would be going on tour. She was trying to convince you to save and go with her and you were trying to do your best but life was never easy for that. You had always made just enough to pay rent, buy groceries, and every once in a while get something for yourself. Paying for really expensive concert tickets was sadly not in the realm of possibility. Especially with the short time frame that's been given for when the concert is.

It’s not that you didn’t want to go, cause you really did. Stray Kids was the first group you really got into. Hell you had gotten two tattoos for Stray Kids one for the first album you had ever heard and the second for your favourite song. And you hadn’t been listening to them for very long. You had actually gotten them done only three to four months in. So it was safe to say that you were a Stay. 

Not overly crazy, you watched the lives and their posts on youtube, you thought about getting Bubble but the cost was a little too much. And anytime you heard about the fans stalking them and trying to get close to them by force just made you mad and disgusted. Though you do have to admit, to simping a bit yourself even reading some fanfics and maybe writing one or two as well.

 It’s kinda one thing you and A. bonded over, though not just Stray kids but Ateez, NCT, Twice, Black Pink and a few others he had actually gotten you into. You were a bit surprised he liked K-pop as most people you met didn’t seem to really understand the whole you can enjoy music in other languages that you don’t understand cause you don’t speak them… thing. 

So happy to say you had met someone who did, and all on your own made you very happy. Most of your K-pop friends came from Mini when she had dragged you into liking the music. For the second time as the first you had only listened to for a few weeks before losing interest and forgetting all about it.

Enjoying your day off laying in bed and listening to a random shuffle of all your music on your phone.  A. sent you a message.

Hey!! - A.

Hey hows the project going?? - Y/U/N

Its going pretty well! Super excited to present it - A.

Thats good - Y/U/N So what day are you getting here do you know yet?? - Y/U/N

Yeah we just got a confirmed date for arrival - A. It’s in 2 weeks on tuesday - A.

Ohh thats soo awesome i can’t wait!! - Y/U/N When is best for you to meet up i know this coffee shop nearby or we can find one in between if your a little further away - Y/U/N

We are staying in a hotel near the city but i will have a driver so i can disappear for a few and we should all be good so close by you works well and tuesday afternoon should work for me - A.

Sounds great ill send you the address and ill meet you there!! - Y/U/N

Ok im super excited!! - A. I need to go back to work now but ill see you in a few weeks!! - A.

Okay have fun! - Y/U/N

With the new knowledge you were even now more excited and hoping to be able to meet up more than once before he would have to go home. But since you didn’t know his full schedule and how long he was staying, the one time with him was good enough. 

Besides now that he was ready to meet up you could call and facetime now so that’s even more exciting. 

You immediately tell Mini you knew she would want to know when and where you were meeting him. You know it was to keep you safe. She wasn’t going to come with you but she wanted to know when and where you were at all times. And you couldn’t fault her for that, you would do the same for her if the roles were reversed, and it was she who’s meeting up with some ‘rando’ she had been talking to for just over a year and had never even seen a photo of. 

The day finally came, it was time to go and meet A. at the cafe. You picked a nice T-shirt and some leggings and some nice flats to go with. Adding some mascara, leaving the rest of your face blank as you never like the feel of wearing makeup, it’s too heavy and makes your face feel itchy. 

You grab the mini backpack you use as a purse and make your way out the door. Leaving a little too early, as always the fear of being late is what powers you into always being about an hour early to things.

Taking the short bus ride and getting off at your stop you head to the little cafe and find a place to sit for the two of you and set your things down. Pulling out your phone you let Mini know you are now at the cafe and wait for him to get there. She told you to keep her posted and to tell her if you go anywhere else and when you get home. Agreeing to her terms you let out a nervous yet excited breath and went up to the cash to grab something to nibble on while you waited.

 Playing cats&soup while nibbling every once in a while, you didn’t pay attention to the ring of the bell when the door opens or how the person who just walked in took a quick look around before walking in your direction. You didn’t see how they stopped beside the table and removed their face mask. What did catch your attention though was when they said in a very familiar voice “hello your Y/U/N right?” when you looked up you couldn’t believe who stood in front of you and all you could muster to say was “ALYFT?”

[cantcompetewhereudontcompare]

Larries are so out of this world absurd I cannot cope. Since before Harry's tour ended they have been pedaling that he's gonna take a long break to let Louis "shine." Some of them have even become so cuckoo that they think he's flat out retiring, forever.

This Larrie, in particular, is unhinged.

She's talking about the first time she said this weird ass thing (Harry walking away from his career to be with Louis) and how the comments called her delusional. "How are we feeling now" ... because it's been a year since his last show and he... IDK? Hasn't come back yet?

Hmmm. Last show of Live On Tour was July 14 2018. Was Harry active in July 2019? NO. He was still on a break. No news of a new album. He hadn't even been seen in a studio since 2018.

This is Harry with his producer Kid Harpoon about a month ago (June 2024) in Rome

He was also seen with his creative director Molly in Civita about 10 days ago (multiple people saw her there). His assistant Luis was seen hauling a suit over his shoulder and both of his photographers, Lloyd and Anthony were there.

I know Larries, for all their attempts at portraying themselves as knowledgeable, never actually know anything. They don't pay attention to this sort of thing because it doesn't involve Louis, so they're not interested, but Harry is working on his fourth album. This isn't even speculation, Billboard reported on it.

Harry takes 2.5 years between albums, he has done that twice already. But I sincerely doubt he's gonna release an album at the 2.5 year mark this time because the US election is in November and it's gonna drown absolutely everything. It's the reason so many artists released music at the beginning of the year. Most likely scenario he's gonna wait for the dust to settle on that, and release in the spring again, making it 3 years instead of 2.5. But he is working on that album. Rob Stringer, head of Sony, was hanging out with his producer and sister just two weeks ago at Stevie's show.

This woman then goes on to say that someone is "messing with her" implying that it's someone in the know telling her stuff. And she doesn't know if this person is seeing if she's trustworthy and won't speak or if this person is using her to speak.

Honey, no one in the know is talking to you. You're a delusional grandma with no life who has focused her entire existence around a relationship that was never real between two people who have not interacted publicly in almost a decade. No one is testing you, no one is feeding you info. Someone equally as bored and lifeless as you is literally messing with you, but just for the fun of it.

"They told me HS4 was coming and I was like, really? I didn't get the vibe." No shit. He's never released albums this close together. Why would he start now?

I just don't understand how these people who act like they pay such close attention can't look at past release dates and do some basic math. In fact, if you're supposedly experts on all things 1D and management and whatnot, how can you not know that the main thing Harry objected to in terms of 1D's schedule is that they released albums too close together. Actual literal quote from Harry "five albums in five years is pretty crazy, huh?" In the shadiest voice, when talking about something else entirely. He just felt the need to tuck that comment in.

He talked about how he didn't want to exhaust the fanbase. He saw it happening in real time with 1D, which went from big (UAN), to bigger (with TMH) to big but slightly lower than before (Midnight Memories) to a slump (Four). He saw concert tickets have to go out on Groupon, their singles barely cracking top 10, and the enthusiasm all around dropping. Because they released too much music too soon and toured too much too close together. He's not gonna make that same mistake. He LITERALLY talked about it in his Rolling Stone interview. He used the sentence "we didn't want to exhaust the fanbase."

Harry went through some massive years, and he didn't get a proper break in the minds of people during his actual break (2020/2021) because he exploded during the pandemic and his songs became huge hits. He took his usual break, disappeared, didn't perform for a long ass time, but he KNOWS he was still very present in people's minds. And then he had two huge years in 2022 and 2023. So yeah, he's gonna disappear for a little longer, but there is literally no indication that he's retiring.

In fact, during his last show, where people used parts of what he said out of context ("when the time is right" is a big one), he made sure to over and over say that he was coming back and it was just a break. Something he never did with 1D, mind you.

When the time is right was absolutely warning that he was gonna take a proper break. The man was probably exhausted. But he was seen with his producers in September 2023. Mind you, Tyler lives in Nashville and Kid lives in California. They were seen with Harry in London, blocks away from RAK Studios, which is where he recorded his last two albums. Do you think his two producers who live across the ocean, happened to travel to London at the same time and hang out near his usual studio for what reason? Fun? They both have kids and wives back home lol. Like, lady, you're full blown delusional.

Remember the pic I posted before? This one?

There's a third man in it. Who is it? This man. Nikolai Haas.

Where did that photo come from? The Harry's House photobook. Where was it taken? Italy. The man is legitimately wearing the same fucking sandals lol.

In fact, Molly was seen in Civita, remember I just said that? Well, here are Harry and Molly in Civita for Harry's House booklet

So while you're going off "vibes" I'm going off factual evidence.

"I rewatched clips of him on stage. That man was saying goodbye." Lady, you're convinced that he's been in a secret relationship for ten years with someone he doesn't even tolerate. And I will touch on that in another post right after this one. Your instinct is completely wrong in every sense of the way.

Whatever "vibe" he had (according to you) is irrelevant when the words coming out of his mouth contradicted that. But I know Larries aren't known for listening to what he says, so I shouldn't be surprised.

"Ultimately we want him to be happy" no you don't. You want him to be happy in the specific scenarios you created. If he dares go outside of them you won't support him anymore. Y'all have made that very clear. You literally repeat constantly that if he's not with Louis then he's not a good person lmao. You perpetuate this idea that he'd be a womanizer if he was actually into women. You have to believe his entire life is a lie or you don't like him.

But I guess more fool me for trying to debunk and argue with someone who says "I can feel him a little bit." Claiming to actually feel what he feels. Like, this is beyond normal levels of conspiracy theory delusion. This is the level of having you institutionalized deranged.

"I do have lots of tea." Yeah, grey earl tea. NOBODY IS TALKING TO KAREN FROM IOWA.

I don't know how to break this to y'all but I've been a part of this fandom in one way or another since 2012 and this type of person has always existed. They always have some "tea" they always "know someone" and they're always hinting at something that will happen "soon." And then they move the goalposts for a while, "something changed behind the scenes" or a new contract popped up, or someone did something that changed something else, etc. There's always an excuse as to why all the "tea" doesn't end up happening. Until eventually they realize they were lied to and just drop out of the face of the planet. That is if they weren't making it all up in the first place.

"If you take a look at Louis Tomlinson's career currently *smug smirk* where's Harry? Not in the spotlight. And while they were both touring, people were going to Harry's shows mostly, but if they had the time and in between they wanted to go to Louis' shows. They wanted to go to both."

Absolute bullshit.

"And I really feel strongly that they felt 'If Harry is not touring people will go to Louis.' His crowds have tripled, since Harry left. Ok? T R I P L E D."

No, they have not?

I mean, you guys...

Louis in Argentina had sold 25,957 tickets in 2023 "while Harry was touring. (Harry sold 123,942 tickets in the same country)."

In 2024, Louis did Argentina again and this time he chose the same stadium 1D had performed at back in 2014. 1D did two shows in that stadium and the attendance was 80,622. So each show was roughly 40,000. So already we're not at "tripled" territory, because triple 25,000 is 75,000. But alright, it's a boost isn't it?

Wrong. Turns out he couldn't even close to sell out, so they "virtually" sold out the upper stands so people would buy tickets elsewhere, then didn't even open them and made fans go to lower stands or floor. A bunch of people also got in for free. And even then the floor wasn't even close to full and neither were the lower stands. It's all on twitter and there's pictures and video of it if you want to look it up.

If he even repeated his 25,000 crowd I'd be shocked. But he definitely didn't grow this audience. It was as small as before, at best.

And this is an example of him somewhere he's loved. He also did Allianz Parque, which is a stadium as well, but he cropped the stadium to fit only a fraction of its normal attendance.

This is Allianz Parque for Harry

This is Allianz parque for Louis

Harry had three shows in Allianz Parque which had a combined attendance of 137,009. Each show roughly 45/46K. That is a third of that stadium. And Louis did not sell out, there were tickets available in all sections right up until the moment the show started. Louis had one show. You can see the empty seats in multiple videos on Twitter. Meaning, Louis' attendance was at best 15K. That is, once again, the same exact audience he had for his previous tour.

Not tripled, not double, not even grown! Same audience.

What his fans gloated about the most was a show in Mexico and people use this aerial pic to show the audience and be like "oh wow"

Those... those are seats. Every single person in that picture is sitting down (or at least has access to a reserved seat). It is indeed a lot of people, particularly for someone who can't write music (admitted by himself), writes trite lyrics, can't sing, and can't play instruments. But that's not "70,000." You have to be particularly bad at gauging crowds to believe it is.

This is a standing, crowded audience of 83,000 (Harry at Slane). Not only is the physical space already much, much bigger, but people are standing up, elbow to elbow. Not sitting down ON A CHAIR.

How is it possible for this fully GA crowd in a much bigger space to be only 13K more than a sitting down crowd in like half the space? You guys defy the laws of physics at this point. I know perspective might kick your ass, but look at the size of the stages to compare, look at how tiny Harry's looks because of how far away the picture was taken. You can see the roof of the stage in Louis' show in the picture above.

The 70,000 number came from a fan and people just ran with it, particularly multiple Spanish speaking blogs who aren't very reputable. The actual attendance was 32,000. I know there's a source for this but I didn't save it, it was an official Mexican news outlet who spoke with the organizers.

That is a lot of people! But it wasn't sold out, and once again, his attendance in 2023 wasn't far off? It was 23K.

And that is because harry being active or not has no impact on Louis' career. Harry's fans by and large do not GAF about Louis.

Harry has 63,890,885 monthly listeners on Spotify. Louis has 2,513,662.

And btw, his two most popular songs are collaborations, meaning most of those monthly listeners don't come from actually listening to him, but from listening to those two songs with two other artists. Bebe Rexha has 42,805,994 monthly listeners. Her collab with Louis is not in the top 10 of her most popular tracks, it is the most popular track for him. Steve Aoki has 13,765,900 monthly listeners, and his collab with Louis is also not in his top 10 most popular tracks. It's Louis' second most popular track.

Of course, Louis' fans (mainly Larries) believe the world is conspiring against him and Spotify is actually forging these numbers, for some reason. Even though his actual number of streams fits perfectly with this. And he gets paid from those streams, so that number gets audited and reviewed by lawyers. Spotify can't just claim whatever lol.

This is a festival (Arre in 2023) on the same ground as Louis' show with actual 70,000 attendance, but it's not seated, it's GA.

Presumably this is where they got the number.

Here you have an entire Wikipedia article about the difference. Seated capacity tends to be roughly half of standing capacity. So half of 70,000 is... 35,000! Which is what organizers said was his actual attendance (32K actually, I remember that number vividly, I wish I had saved the source, but I'm sure we can find it if we actually look for it, I just don't speak Spanish).

Anyway, no, his crowds didn't triple. They didn't even grow. He has the same captive audience as always and it's mostly just conspiracy theorists. In the US and Europe his attendance was low as ever.

[hanaasbananas]

Power to Play Chapter 4

A series of ficlets each based off a song from the McFly album Power to Play

AO3

Prev//Next

God of Rock & Roll

“Father?” Gabriel started slightly, hand skittering across his tablet screen and drawing a line over his latest design. He scowled. 

“Can I ask you something?” Adrien’s voice echoed slightly in his office and Gabriel resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose in irritation. He could feel the stirrings of a headache already. Nobody respected the meaning of a closed door anymore. 

“What is it, Adrien,” he snapped. “Can’t you see I’m busy? Speak to Nathalie.”

Hovering in the doorway, Adrien wrung his hands together nervously, meeting Gabriels gaze and quickly looking away. “I did. Um, Nathalie told me to ask you.”

“Go on then. Spit it out already.” Gabriel had already turned his attention back to his work, barely paying attention to what Adrien said next. He’d just ask Nathalie about it later.

“I’ve been asked to be in a music video by this band and wanted to confirm with you if I could do it before I accept the offer.” 

“Yes, yes,” he waved a hand dismissively without looking up. “Very well that’s fine. Now leave.”

Adrien didn’t have to be told twice, practically running out of the office, pausing only to shut the door behind him.

“Finally,” Gabriel muttered. He really needed to get a sign for his door.

*

Days later, Adrien was practically buzzing with energy on his way home from the music video shoot. The fact that father had let him do it at all was a miracle and Adrien had–slightly guiltily– turned his phone off just in case father changed his mind. But much to his relief, there had been no missed calls when he’d turned it back on several hours later.

Still, he didn’t hang around for the group outing afterwards, unwilling to push his luck any further. 

“It was so much fun!” he exclaimed to Nino on the phone. “Like, really cool. I can’t wait til you guys get to see it. And they let me take some of the leftover paint.”

“No way seriously?!” Nino sounded impressed. 

“Uh huh. You can use it for your next project; it’ll look amazi– ” Adrien trailed off as he caught sight of father waiting for him by the stairs.

“Where have you been?” Father’s voice was sharp. The grin slid off Adrien’s face.

“Hey Nino, uh..I’ll talk to you later.”

He could practically feel his friend wince through the phone. “Good luck dude.” 

Putting his phone in his pocket, Adrien took the opportunity to school his expression to be more neutral. “I was…” he began slowly. “I was at a shoot. The one I told you about.”

Father frowned. “Oh.” Glancing down at his tablet he tapped the screen a few times before nodding. “Alright. This was a…friends amateur project, correct? Whatever the case, I trust that you represented the brand appropriately.”

If smearing neon glow in the dark paint all over myself and rocking out on a guitar is an appropriate representation then yes, I did. Adrien thought. Somehow, he didn’t think father would agree.

“Yes,” He lied.

“Good.” Father was already walking away, no longer interested in the conversation. “Off you go. You missed your piano practice today, I expect to hear you playing shortly.”

“Of course, father.”

*

“You asked for me, father?” 

“Yes.” Gabriel sighed. “Come here. I want you to have a look at something.” 

Curiosity flickered across Adrien’s face as he made his way across the room. He regarded Gabriel with wide, guileless green eyes until they alighted on the tablet in his hand.

“Oh cool!” Adrien exclaimed. “I didn’t realise the video came out already!” 

“It did,” Gabriel said. “And I would like you to explain this to me.”

“Explain what?”

Gabriel had hardly been able to believe his eyes when Nathalie had shown him the video. He’d caught her hiding a smile as he’d watched it, but he didn’t see what was so funny. It was going to be a disaster for the brand, to see the face of Agreste Clothing–his son– cavorting around shirtless and covered in body paint for some silly band's music video. They couldn’t even pretend that it wasn’t Adrien because he had been named and tagged in the post. 

It was a disaster.

“This,” Gabriel shook his tablet in Adrien’s face. “How dare you go behind my back to do this–”

“I didn’t though.” Adrien interjected. He lifted his chin stubbornly to meet Gabriels surprised gaze. “I got your permission and even told you about it afterwards, remember?”

Now that he’d mentioned it, Gabriel did have a vague memory of him asking for something, but really, was he supposed to keep track of everything Adrien did? That was a  completely unrealistic expectation.

“This is not what I approved–”

Adrien shrugged. “Yes it is. I gave Nathalie all the information after you said I could do it, it’s not my fault you didn’t actually read through it.” 

Gabriel turned the tablet back around and quickly skimmed through his emails from the last week. And there it was: itinerary and briefing for ‘God of Rock and Roll’ music video shoot. Huh.

“Was that all? I need to go to school,” Adrien said, sounding a little impatient. 

“Yes, you’re free to go,” Gabriel said, still frazzled by the oversight. Pulling up the video again, he began to scroll through the comments, startling when he accidentally pressed play and the first lyrics blared out at him:

I’m the number one at making bad decisions..  

“Oh shut up,” he grumbled, turning the tablet off and throwing it onto his chair.

He really did need to start paying better attention to things

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

Over the last year or so, a few of my favourite singers have released new albums, and I’ve been really excited about it, and thought I’ll listen to it and then write a post about it. But every time, I found the albums just a bit disappointing. Not bad or anything – some of them have had great songs on them. But all of them have made me think, this is fun but not as good as some previous stuff they’ve done. I didn’t post about any of them because I don’t need to write a post about an album that’s pretty good. I write about things when I get so excited about them that I just have to share it with someone.

That is some context to keep in mind when I say: holy fuck, the new Grace Petrie album.

It came out two days ago, and I've already listened to it all the way through twice. I try to do that at least once with new albums, as I don't like that the album is becoming a dying art, now that we can just pick and choose the tracks. I mean, 95% of my music listening is done by just picking the tracks I like, but every once in a while I try to listen to an album from start to finish like it's 2004 again, because some albums are meant to be listened to that way, and sometimes you get more out of it in context. I try to, at the very least, do it once when a new album comes out.

This one I did twice in a row, because it felt so much like a coherent album that it seemed worth doing again. The track order seems intentional, starting angry and cynical and political, moving into more personal but depression-based, then into hopeful optimistic cynicism-free love songs, then circling back to the political stuff but this time from a more hopeful perspective. It works so well as an album, and the songs are lovely, and it's been a long time since I've been this excited about a new album.

If you want to listen to the whole album in a row, you can do it here:

But if you're interested in that, you really should buy it on Bandcamp at the link I posted above, it doesn't cost that much and it's a way to support this kind of music, both directly with your money, and she sends things to her mailing list about how this affects chart position and that affects other things, I don't know how it all works, but I do know that if I like something that's available on Bandcamp I try to buy it on Bandcamp because that supports artists. I mean, I take media for free all the time, I don't pay for any streaming services (besides NextUp) because they're largely shit for both the artist and the consumer, but Bandcamp is actually good for both sides, it's great for the consumer too because they let you download correctly labeled DRM-free MP3s of all the tracks and it's really easy to use. No annoying extra stuff, just a folder with the 11 songs and a JPG of the cover image, which is also the thumbnail of the above YouTube video, which is. I mean. I don't wish to objectify Grace Petrie in a post about her feminist album that was released on International Women's Day, but Jesus Christ.

Anyway. The actual songs are so very good. I think her voice must have gotten even better in recent years, it's always been good but I don't remember being struck this hard, when listening to her previous stuff, by the power of her vocal range. There's also so much going on instrumentally in most songs, but then a couple of lovely stripped back ones near the end, and I like the combination.

I always say with my very favourite music and comedy things, they feel like the person wrote and performed this because they had something they really cared about saying, and not just because it's a new year or a new cycle and they're supposed to be put something out. This feels so much like the former. All these expressions of love and anger and engagement.

Meanwhile in Texas is the song that I've been waiting for someone to release for nearly two years. There was so much anger when Roe v Wade was overturned, but I remember at the time, reading all the stuff and taking in all the ways that artists reacted via some form of art, and none of it felt like it captured the situation enough to give me the vicarious catharsis I was looking for. Grace Petrie's written one that does.

The album starts on a ridiculously high note, I think the first track is probably the one I'll end up listening to on repeat the most times, though it's always hard to tell that when an album is so new. The Best Country in the World, just a classic anti-Tory protest song, where her vocals get to soar in this trademark way that Grace Petrie does so well, but I think it might reach higher heights than ever in this one. It builds and builds into a perfectly placed swear word at the end and I assume this is her new live show closer, right? It has to be. God, I'd love to see another Grace Petrie concert.

I could go through every song and explain why it's so great, but I'll cut the post off here and just say: it's not a long album, it's 11 songs and about 42 minutes in total. Do yourself a favour this International Women's Weekend and listen to it all in one go, it really rewards that. Also buy it on Bandcamp. Trust me. You won't be disappointed.

[yellowloid]

I am aware that Lana didn't even name Miles on the collab and honestly all of them only worked with him because of Alex. Can you tell me how well his own albums went?

--

lmao are you aware of the fact that he's literally your fave's fave? he's collaborated with not only alex/am (who i'm assuming you're a fan of, which i'll get back to in a sec), but also with muse/matt bellamy, lana del rey, the gallagher brothers, and the list could go on? are you aware of the fact that all those very talented musicians would have never even looked at him TWICE if he lacked talent like you're so adamantly stating -

i have no idea about his numbers just like i have no idea about am's. i literally couldn't care less about numbers and the people who do are usually the ones who ruin all the fun for everyone else lmao. i enjoy his music and i think he has talent. that's my own personal opinion that also seems to be shared not only by everyone here in the tumblr community and his fans in general, but also by alex himself/am/every single musician he's ever collaborated with.

you say "all of them only worked with him because of alex" and that's honestly so funny because it's not like alex is secretly paying them to collab with him. it's not like someone is pointing a gun at them and forcing them to collab with him. once again, if they thought he had no talent, they wouldn't even consider associating themselves with his name.

[colorisbyshe]

Its that time again!!!!!!!!!!! Best music to come out in March PLEEEAAASE

.Sex by Alice Longyu Gao. Experimental as HELL and the experiments pay off. Indie meets drum and bass with some screaming and trance. It's a lot. I love it. One of the rare English tracks on my rec list so like... if youd on't like non-English music relish this while you can

Beat my Face by Rico Nasty. I really like the beat on the track and Rico's aggressive flow really suits its more laid back tempo.

Believing off of Babymetal's new album. I kinda miss their sillier sound but I don't hate that theyre making more serious, urgent music. I chose believing because the chorus sounds a bit like they're interpolating All The Things She Said (they arent but it still sounds like it)! IMO this is a good ~metal album for anyone scared off by how hardcore metal can be and they need something more symphonic

Eat your Young by Hozier. I don't have to describe hozier for y'all... you konw

It's hard to pick a single track off the album but Ebony Eye by Yves Tumor. If you like alt music, this entire album is worth trying out. It's conceptual clarity is a sharp contrast to the diversity of sound you'll get on the album.

Exit by So!yoon!. I was picking off of tracks that came out in March, otherwise i'd shout out Bad, but yeah... this track is dreamy and aching and fully in English despite being by a Korean artist. The vocals have a nice punch while also reverberating through your head and bones.

Fly Girl by Flo. The nostalgic sound keeps developing them and choosing to collab with Missy Elliot really elevates them even further. Sliiick production and vocals

Onew (from Shinee) released a lot of music in both Korean and Japanese. My fave Japanese track is the vibrant Inspiration that highlights how lovely his voice is and as for the Korean song... maybe Paradise?? Or Expectations. There is a WEALTH of great tracks to choose from. If you love good production, listen to this whole album, each track is seamless.

Mugen Loop by Buck Tick feels like a song that plays in a theater as credits roll and you're so emotionally wiped out by the film, you just sit there, taking it in. The echoing guitar and swirling instrumentals make you feel like you are being enveloped by clouds.

Rover by Kai. I don't know if Kai NEEDED to do a reggaeton influenced song but... it's fun. I feel a lil stockholm syndromed into loving hte song and I think some b sides are better (Sinner being the easiest pick) but I can't deny I can't stop listneing

BILLLIE'S ENTIRE ALBUM. Idk how to describe it. Just a girl group working at max power.

Notable tracks but not necessarily my faves:

Underneath My Raincoat by Studio Killers (Poppy, low key)

Fall Out Boy's album happened and I can't say I have a fave that wasn't one fo the lead singles? I need to digest it a bit more but I do really enjoy the title track and the drama of it all.

Kororon by Eve. More poppy Jrock.

Lights out by Sunmi and Be'o. Sweet, simple Kpop. Her voice is BEAUTIFUL and this is so relaxing.

Dumbest Girl Alive by 100 Gecs. Beat does go hard. I cannot lie but also I wanna shout out 757. Fuck the ska based songs on this album tho

Circle by Code Kunst. More just good, simple r&b influenced kpop

Free by Hur. Mostly english Cpop that literally shocked me because it used fuck twice in a single second?? I was like WHAT??? It's kinda generic as a pop song but like in a 2000s way.

"can you help me?" by Can't Swim. 2000s indie rock vibes a la Motion City Soundtrack

Go by Kan Sano. Jazzy japanese music.

the forbidden door by lynch. More japanese metal. It's fucking good, okay.

All Nighter bt Tiesto. Just good dance music.

Bad Intentions by Bayside. More modern (ENGLISH!! SURPRISIGN FOR ME) rock music.

NOT FROM MARCH BUT:

dramatic by mass of the fermenting dregs. band name sounds hardcore but really the song is a soothing balm. music for an indie coming of age movie (but in japanese.)

more japanese music idk why i cahnged gears so hard this month but not enough by rei yasuda. sounds like it could thrive on america radio, tbh

trigun stampede's theme song. it's aping juice wrld SO heavily it kinda makes me uncomfortable but it's good...

the new shakira song is a fucking bop i can't stop listening

sorry this was so long all i did this month was listen to music and laugh about my dead nana

[kibaems]

me and my manager were talking about kpop and i mentioned liking shinee and asked her what she thought about their latest songs. she said they were probably trying to stay relevant or something similar and just :/ shinee have always been relevant and they're the ones who have set the standard. like yeah, they might not be as famous internationally as other groups but they're one of the most iconic groups in south korea and to say this made me upset! she's so nice but i was just sad to hear it :/

isn't it every artist's intention to stay relevant? so the same could be said for any comeback from any artist!!! idk why people are so intent on writing shinee off this album cycle just because they didn't do what was expected which was... what exactly? i struggle to figure it out because from album to album they have NEVER done the same thing twice????? how could anyone have predicted which way they were going to go with HARD?

and you're soooo right that shinee ARE the standard!!!!! they have the kind of longevity and influence any other artist strives for! it's so boring that this new generation of fan culture revolves so heavily around numbers and putting other groups down and not just, idk, minding your business and having fun in your own lane. south korea has such a soft spot for shinee and anyone who tries to minimise that just doesn't know what they're talking about tbh.

tl;dr shinee are ALWAYS the moment, the entire hard album slaps, and your manager has no idea what she's talking about so don't you pay her any mind my sweet 💕💕💕💕💕

[tillinghastcorporatemedia]

Often Dystopia (And how its gonna affect my art)

As much as there are some seriously good dystopian fiction. (yes im enamored with sci-fi) personally to me it almost feels tired but i understand the appeal and popularity

But how does this effect my art, and turn TillinGhast Corporate Media

Well first let me explain what TillinGhast Corporate Media is

TGCM was and is me taking what little part of my previous project that never took off and i never made it very far with, Tillinghast

Tillinghast was my outlet for my anger and isolation, and originally began after the death of my grandfather and the falling out of the people i had tried to gather for a band

I had written an ep dealing with my loss and an album that was inspired by election day 2016 and the amount of anger that i felt towards the establishment that i was already growing increasingly tired of

I ended that project after 2-3 years of trying to find vocalists/funds/and start making art

after that died i didnt touch any project and just wrote shitty electronic again, much like everytime i get bored with writing metal, but this time i had much more fun making just beeps and boops with no expectation of vocals and just making basic looping music

So where did TillinGhast Corporate Media come from?

If you notice i did keep the tillinghast name, as i found out when i first started this solo shit, isnt wasnt in use by any active musicians, and i only found one band that hadnt been active in over 8 years

But i wanted something new

something different

So i kinda let my focus on music, the thing i had been doing for over 10 years, go to the side to try and create elsewhere, right at the beginning of 2020

the first thing i thought i would try?

Writing a book

Which as a lot of people on here know, is really really really really really fucking hard to do, especially when you start this shit working a 9 hour overnight shift and writing on days off while everyone else you care about is asleep

And in figuring out what i had wanted to write then, i decided to not go big, but to try and keep me entertained, i needed more than just a few characters

So using a small chunk of info i had written down when i was trying to get into dnd and make my own scifi version of the game, i created a few planets, each with different species and histories and lore and economies

and i made a decision

Each planet would have different stories

to try and keep me entertained

which worked for about a year, and i havent updated since because i have trouble making myself create anything other than music, but i dont wanna get too recent or on a tangent

But why the name TillinGhast Corporate Media?

Well, because it sounds cool as shit. I used to love vaporwave and alternative genres and anything i could find that was "weird"

but also at some point i decided that if i do ever blow up, i want to hire other creatives and actually pay them well, and give them a place to really get out a message for the future

But its just me

So i get to have all the say

at least for now

But why a universe you ask? Why is this so damn long? Get to the point?

well at least for two of those im trying to be verbose and explain myself, and honestly if you read this far i love you and hope that youll stay here on this journey with me

I've always wanted to be part of a group, art creative, touring band, etc.

Ive gotten close only once or twice, but ive always been diy and taught myself shit so i figured i wanted to combine all of my loves into one thing, one giant sandbox where i can be creative in my decisions

And once again, i didnt want it to be just me. So TillinGhast Corporate Media will always be changing and evolving as i learn more about this giant world im having to navigate

I will say there will probably errors or fails, but i want this to be inclusive and open and loving so other people can use this as a means to escape, if even for a little bit, the harsh reality we all face.

Much like i got an escape in music and books as a kid and teenager

So why a universe? because a universe is big and can hold many stories and many perspectives, much like a library can hold many different pieces of knowledge

So to get to the final point, for those of you who actually made it this far based on the title

TillinGhast Corporate Media both as myself and as a future idea or brand

at least for now

Will not ever be a dystopia story

I have not forced myself to change and grow and evolve and continue to sit in my negativity and apathy and just general poopy pants view of the world

To not try with all my might to maybe write something that while not a utopia, is not dystopia and imagines a brighter, better, future where people maybe dont have to worry about as much, because they learned from our awful horrible past and actually refuse to repeat any of it

To try and make this more about characters and stories and music and the things that make myself and others smile, instead of regurgitated dystopias where even basic life is rough

does this mean everything will be all flowers and butterflies and my little pony?

absolutely the fuck not

Truth is often stranger than fiction and anything can happen even in a shiny place, but the point is to not be a negative nancy and have a bunch of shitty stuff going on all the time

One of the planets is a floating colony with what little remains of the human race

One planet is basically in the middle of an uprising of an exiled group

The book im writing (kinda spoilery but idk if ever ill finish this damn thing) literally has an act of terrorism being planned from someone who was radicalized by a really bad group that is basically space religion and its many parallels

All of my short stories are slice of life stuff that happens in a few scenarios where each character reacts to an outside force

But this wont ever be some dragged out for purely entertainment type angsty or edgy or anything like some books do with trauma

i want to look at stuff like we're building to something better, not something worse. optimistic but not utopia or something like that

(honestly this point ive already kinda gotten myself choked up so im gonna wrap it up)

But TillinGhast Corporate Media is basically my idea for a better future

and maybe im wrong and my stuff sucks and i need to change it

i have no idea because no one really follows my shit

so i just do what i want within the dumb boundaries and expectations i place on myself

but it is has been better before and it will get better again, and i am tired of that place being only in my head

so im creating this big huge universe with aliases that i call "artists" so it looks like there is actual musicians in this universe, i at one point started on a medium length animation series, and im trying to use my shitty computer to learn 3d shit

So stick around, at least you'll get some music out of it

and on that note i will mention i do have a few singles and 2 albums out, all of which is on youtube and streaming sites (its on spotify but i fucking hate spotify both as a company and some of the people they sponsor stream on any other site please you'll give more money to your favorite artists)