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something about a man who can’t figure out how to complete a song…
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#this picture oh WOW 🤩#fairy ARTMS 🧚#my favorite it should be the cover!!#why didn’t they post it as a teaser ughh#anyways the highlight medley is on LOOP (by Yves out May 29th!!)#this is gonna be my kpop AOTY of 2024 for sure#no biggest Monotree fan than me I fear#Jaden Jeong has MANY flaws but he sure has a ear for good music#Je ne sais quoi by ODD EYE CIRCLE being one of the best songs in kpop these last few years (followed closely by Love me like)#between this and Yves solo debut which already sounds amazing#I haven’t been that excited about kpop in a moment we are SO back#Loona Island is thriving this summer#DALL#Virtual Angel#kpop#ggs#girl groups#ARTMS#Loona#photoshoot#concept#ethereal#magical#dreamy#may 2024#Haseul#jinsoul#Kim lip#Heejin#Choerry
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yesung | small things mv
#super junior#suju#yesung#kim jongwoon#yesung solo#yesung small things#yesung sensory flows#kei learns to gif#.ys sf#.ys st#sry these are late i was distracted by yesung's naked back photo#i wasnt sure abt this album when i first heard the highlight medley bc i think a lot of us were hoping for something more rock???#but so far im still a big fan of this maybe more soft/alt rock style??? sry i dont know music genres#but its very sof!!! music that reminds u of ur crush kinda vibes
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Dude. Dude. They played Honorable Mention??? They played Wilson??? They played Headfirst Slide??? They played This Ain't a Scene??? They played Saturday??? They played A Little Less Sixteen Candles???? They played—
#literally the best concert ever. ever.#Patrick's solo stuff where he did 2 songs no one has heard of and a piano medley?? godsend#fall out boy
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noel gallagher can’t give his songs a proper satisfying ending to save his life
#two exceptions are don’t look back in anger and she’s electric. and one of those endings was stolen from the beatles#actually on second thought the guitar at the end of don’t look back in anger kind of sounds like the solo in “the end” on abbey road medley#okay so both stolen from the beatles djdjdhd
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TAEYONG 태용 'TAP' Highlight Medley (Live Performance)
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#Youtube#taeyong#lee taeyong#2nd mini album#tap#taeyong tap#ty#taeyong solo#teaser#highlight medley#perfomance#music#nct#nct 127#kpop#moon tour#ups & downs#ape#404 loading#run away
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🌹 — NAIL ERA … ROSES
ONE … “ SHE ”
TWO + THREE … “ BELLA DONNA ”
FOUR … “ ROUGE ”
#🌹 … JANGMI !#MISC !#NAILS !#ERA … ROSES#while i work on her highlight medley ! <33#fictional idol community#fictional idol oc#fictional idol#fictional soloist#fictional idol soloist#fictional kpop idol#fictional kpop oc#fictional kpop community#kpop oc#koc#kpop soloist#kpop solo artist#idol oc#idolverse#fake kpop idol#fake idol#fake idol oc#fake soloist
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j.m instagramstories post de bts.bighitofficial
지미니의댄스타임 - JiminsDanceTime
https://instagram.com/stories/j.m/3030679645082561159/
j.m borro las ig stories solo dejo la primera
https://www.instagram.com/stories/j.m/3030679645082561159/
#j.m#j.m instagram#park jimin#jimin#jiminie#jimin ah#jiminshiii#amor a el 💜🐱#jimin bailando#jimin aprendió a subir ig stories#jiminsdancetime#지미니의댄스타임#JiminsDanceTime - 화양연화(HYYH) Medley#Jimin I need u - Run - Dope - Fire#j.m instagramstories#j.m borro las ig stories solo dejo la primera#jimin ah quiero atarle las agujetas T T
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Mambo No 5 is playing at work and somehow I still remember the choreo from my performance
#it was a medley of songs for that performance and i remember only my solo and my little part in mambo#my memory might be shit but dances from 2018/2019 are still in there somewhere
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rewatching my videos of Mycon is so funny because for the most part I was silent but then out of nowhere I’m singing and SCREAMING
#personal#I was LOSING it during the solo medley#sooner or later I'll write a detailed post about everything#god if i had the time and money#I would have gone to multiple USA stops for them
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i know as an artist touring must be hard and like. choosing a setlist must be even harder to begin with but i cant imagine choosing a setlist if you’ve released a lot of shit during the pandemic too. like some of that stuff will never see the light of day? a crowd will never get to hear it? but at the same time not performing what were your biggest hits would be a disservice too. but again. sometimes its okay not to perform ALL of your singles.
#contextually this is about taylor and 127#like yeah 127 technically started touring BEFORE 2 baddies released so it wasnt incorporated into the release i get that much#but if they- a 9 member group with solo stages allotted (so that members get breaks which is important/ costume changes) couldnt perform#some of their title tracks even in a medley format ... i mean they did for the link+...#i just dont know how taylor is going to do the setlist?? like#lover/midnights ARE touring albums you know. she did make those with a venue in mind.#however much like 127 did not have to perform highway to heaven taylor does not have to perform ME!#like i dont know how shes going to do all of that.#maybeeee she should have waited until after the rerecordings were done for the eras tour??#like i think that way midnights/lover had time to shine.#folklore and evermore seem like theyd have a smaller section anyway??#like the cardigan/betty/august trinity for folklore.#cannot imagine what she'd choose for evermore.
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ATEEZ better collab with KAVE🔫
#misc; ooc#//idk who kave is if it's a solo artist or a band#//BUT I am listening to the cover medley#//I need a full rock version of Ice on my teeth it's not a want it's a NEED#//i am gagged i have been gagged#//I need to stand kave#//and so should you🔫
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i have to imagine it was difficult for imas fans to figure out which units are part of which group since they kept doing outfit changes?? the imas groups didnt really do that many?
#also aqours showing up to imas songs in their solo outfits and then fucking off lmao#like from the opening medley you think ok aqours/liella/hasu are all matching and niji are all solos#and then aqours does one group song and immediately all change into different outfits (arisha in that fuckin random white island outfit)#gemitus#maybe it was different on day 2#also i dont think they (*love live girls) have ever Worn an outfit. changed out of it. and then changed back into it?#still confused as to why liella did tokonatsu sunshine in their jump into the new world outfits#also half of niji did solos on day 1 but of those they all did their anime solos except moepi. why#not complaining i prefer ketsui no hikari to emotion but why was that choice made#more outfits comments i hate the sukumyu live outfits (Why pink and green) but i forgive them bc they invented school idols#also my sukumyu oshi has the nicest one#no matter how you think of it tomari doesnt fit in her shuffle group huh#i have a sort of feeling that the miracle new story group (furi/mayuchi/nonchan/uichan) are the sukufes pros ?#(though i think emorin is probably better but it is kind of nonchan's song) but isnt suwawa better than furi..
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#extremely tame but i like the harmonies#albums#the first track is like a composite of all beach boys songs but a little more tight laced#second track is super chamber choir until you get tricked into listening to country roads take me home#ok fine this is more fun than i gave it credit for theyre having a good time theres a medley of famous big band songs w an INSANE drum solo#OOO they did tennessee waltz too and its almost inappropriately upbeat THEY CHANGED THE LYRICS#THIS IS HILARIOUS#THEY CHANGED IT TO BE ABOUT HOW A GUYS GIRLFRIEND WORE NEWSPAPERS TO A BALL CAUGHT FIRE AND DIED#AND THEY FUCKING ADDED THE HOOK TO YACKETY SAX#what the fuckkkkkkk just a closer walk with thee took the melody to rhapsody in blue and transitioned it into polka#its very familiar cant name the original track rn but these guys had a lot of fun w this lots of homages#this exceeded my expectations#ok last track and first track are my least fav but at least the last track added a short 'let me call you sweetheart'#before it gets all patriotic. like this is a flagsucking medley its taking motifs from every God Bless America song i know#edit i forgot let me call you sweetheart and glory glory hallelujah have the same melody. all points redacted
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Lee Gikwang 1st full solo album “Predator” highlight medley 😍❤️ OMG!!! This is very different from his previous albums and songs, but i like it. I’m especially excited for the title track 😍❤️
#kpop#highlight#lee gikwang#gikwang#solo comeback#1st full solo album#april 2023#predator#highlight medley#light#<3#kpop fan
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prompt: forced throuple au; Ghost decides that you and Johnny are his (part 3; ghoap x reader) masterlist
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“What is this anyway—‘bring your girlfriend to work’ day?”
She’s snarky as ever, but with an agitated edge. Nerves prickling when Johnny holds her jacket out for her to slip her arms into. Even that makes her snap—something about not being a toddler that Johnny needs to help dress, but by then his head is in the clouds. In another place altogether.
The prospect of getting to parade his new girl around leaves him giddy, fox-like grin hard to squash. He doesn’t suppress anything, finds it hard to push things down. When he does, it’s often unconscious.
She doesn’t like the way he savours her anxiety like a fine wine, sniffs it from the top of her head and groans out his breath, cackling when she tries to stomp on his foot to make him go away. He dances away with her coat, light and nimble on his feet because he’s used to ducking and weaving for her affection.
“The guys wanna meet ye,” he repeats for the umpteenth time. It’s surprising how many times he’s had to say it.
“Why? Haven’t they ever met a girl before?” she gripes, swallowing now, her stomach probably cramping and poor bonnie lass, Johnny thinks. His poor, pretty girl is trying to put on a brave face when he knows she prefers being in the backroom of her little flower shop, snipping off stalks and tying pretty bows around pretty bouquets. He wishes he could keep her back there forever—put a lock on the door and come only to smother her in kisses and gorge himself on every inch of her—but there’s a whole wide world demanding his attention.
“Aye, hen, never a lass as cute and sweet as ye,” he crows, ducking a hand that punches through the sleeve of her jacket in his direction.
In the car, he drops the facade. Loses his teasing edge. It’s a violent removal, like jolting awake to the sound of someone sawing away at a catalytic converter. If his smile is saccharine, it’s really only a smokescreen concealing the apprehension bubbling away in his belly.
He drums his fingers on the steering wheel on the drive back to base. Heart in his throat, choking his words and rendering him quiet for once in his life. He hears Ghost’s voice in his head, a low rumbling laugh, tectonic plates shifting beneath his feet. These days, his voice acts as a lodestar, the thing steering Johnny home.
Months ago, it was the only thing between him and annihilation, the ice cold maelstrom dragging him deeper into its maw. Guiding him through the valley of death. The wound in his arm still aches in the first light of day. His sleep is still wracked by dreams of running down alleys and ducking into houses, the rain pattering against the window panes ominous, a ticking clock, each step having to be precise, calculated, each movement quieter than quiet, fading into the shadows, a cool heart and mind bested by agony from the bulletwound in his shoulder.
And then—Ghost’s voice, low and soothing in his ear, shattering the pain. Ghost’s voice in his ear telling him where to go, how to survive.
It’s hard to explain. Johnny’s tried. It’s like talking in circles when he opens his mouth and tries to get it out. I trust him with everything in me. He could do anything to me, anything.
He is no less capable, no less competent. His rank demands respect, and he takes what’s due to him. Since Las Almas, he’s worked across a medley of other teams, even solo a time or two. It changes nothing. He still wakes in a sweat, chasing that voice. It takes him back into the real world. The days burn into the fringes of a memory that he is always living.
“Should I know anyone’s name before we get there?”
Her voice breaks through the noise in his head this time. It’s every bit as precious.
“What d’ye mean, hen?” he asks, clucking his tongue. Sweats a bit when he realizes how far down the motorway they are now, how long it’s been since he checked out, lost in his thoughts. One hand rests loose on her leg, fingers spread wide and thumb gliding up and down her outer thigh, the other still holding the wheel.
The pinched look has mostly fallen off from her face, but there’s still a tremble in her lower lip when she says, “Well, I don’t know any of your friends. I wouldn’t introduce you to my friends without telling you their names first.”
“No’ my friends, hen—we’re coworkers.”
She looks over at him from the corner of her eye. “I’m friends with my coworkers.”
Johnny shrugs. “It’s no’ the same with guys. Couldnae tell you fuck all about any of them except their names, to be honest.”
“Oh, don’t give me that—you’re not friends with a single one of them? No one?”
No hunger without resistance. His mouth goes bone dry. He’d be wise to learn that.
He swallows. “Maybe a few.”
No transaction without accountability. Ghost saves his life and now Johnny has to pay that debt back tenfold. Sinking into the crease of Simon’s voice late at night, clutching it to his chest. Breathing it out. Maybe they are friends.
He’s a bit show-offy at the base gates, dangling his ID card out the window pinched between two fingers. The civilian guard on duty just waves him on, scanning it only for the sake of the logs. His tires spin in the dirt when he guns it down the stretch of road leading into the base, windows still all the way down. Her hair whips around in the wind until she gathers it all up in her fist and shrieks at him to roll the windows up.
Johnny enjoys showing off. That’s a core aspect of who he is, his charm. Braggadocious, confident in the way he looks, his physical prowess, his lot in life—so why would that change with his girl? He holds her close with an arm around her waist when he drags her through the rec centre, the building closest to where they parked.
He gets lost in conversation for longer than expected. Pure gloating about the girl he’s managed to bag. Cooing in her ear when he feels her get a bit uneasy, still timid around the other guys despite having him at her side. He supposes that’s fair. She’s more comfortable around the women on base, a bit freer with her greeting and questions, but there’s still a pinch in her brow that never smooths all the way over.
It takes a while to find anyone that he knows. There are plenty of sergeants and corporals that he’s worked with before, familiar faces and names, but Johnny still glances around the room while they make light conversation with his girl, searching. Looking for something familiar, something that’ll reel him in, make him perk up like a dog catching a scent.
They cross Gaz in a random hallway on the way to the comm centre, hardly recognizable at first with the darker stubble of his beard grown out. He must’ve just come back from wherever he’d been shipped off to the month previous, no time to shave or clean up. He even smells of old sweat when Johnny leans in for a hug.
“Is this—?” Gaz glances over at her just once while the question dangles in the air. He looks back over at Johnny.
They lock eyes. A silent exchange of meaning.
“Aye,” Johnny nods, steering her in front of him with both hands on her shoulders, showing his girl off like a kid with a new toy. Eyes glinting like, don’t say a word. “Brought her in to meet everyone.”
A molasses slow smile spreads across Gaz’s face. It’s clear why men like him always get the girl. Johnny’s hands tighten on her shoulders. “Nice to meet you—thought John would hide you away forever.”
She glances up at him through her lashes. “You talked about me?”
Gaz shakes his head. “Not as much as you’d think. Took Ghost ages to get it out of him.”
Johnny flushes. “Did no’. Jus’ ‘cause I don’ blab about everything under the fuckin’ sun doesnae mean—”
“John says you’re a florist,” Gaz interrupts, turning the conversation back to her. Her lips split up into a mischievous little grin, delighted at the turnabout, probably delighted at seeing Johnny stumble over his words.
Something about her teasing grin gets his dick hard. More points to the rapidly disintegrating belief that he doesn’t have a humiliation kink. He leans forward, pressing it into her ass, delighted himself when she shoots him a dirty look over her shoulder but doesn’t pull away.
“So, where’s everybody?” Johnny asks casually, trying not to make it too obvious who he’s referring to. The look Gaz gives him is unimpressed. He keeps running into that brick wall, his thoughts written out on his forehead, obvious to everyone around him.
“Everyone?” Gaz repeats sceptically.
“Aye.” His voice is tight, warning. “Everyone.”
“Ghost’s actually on his way here now, I think. We got called over to HQ—s’where I was headed, actually.”
“I dinnae say anything about Ghost, now did I—,” Johnny grumbles, but the words dissolve in his mouth when the man in question comes into the room.
Sometimes, Johnny has the pleasure of seeing Ghost round a corner. The split second pleasure of being the observer, of dragging his eyes up and over, his chest bursting with a light like dawn cresting behind mountains and splitting the sky. In the field, he’s often deprived of that; becomes used to experiencing the phenomenon of Ghost melting out of the shadows, sometimes scaring the daylights out of him.
It’s what happens now though. Glancing up on a whim only to see a man round the corner of the hallway leading out of the rec centre, shirt stretched out maddeningly over his arms and chest, muscles bulging like he just came from the gym, still pumped. The shirt’s a little threadbare, something old and worn, and Johnny’s seen it a million and a half times he figures; it leaves so little to the imagination that he’s joked about Ghost busting it at the seams from time to time, only to be met with a steady, aloof stare.
There’s something to be said about how he’s drawn to people who refuse to scratch him behind the ears until he’s more than proven himself. He works tirelessly for Ghost’s approval, for his girl’s approval. Dogs with their bones, tigers with their stripes.
He has a balaclava pulled over his face, just a simple black one this time, the underside of his eyes darkened by eyeblack hastily scrubbed off the night before, probably. His eyes scan the crowd, locking on Johnny and Gaz almost instantly. It’s the mark of a good soldier—he doesn’t flounder in the dark. Always finds his target, like a sixth sense for knowing when he’s being watched.
Ghost course-corrects upon noticing them, crossing the room in a handful of seconds. The curt, “Johnny,” he gets is a bounty, a treasure. He grins back when Ghost glances down at the girl at his side. “That your bird?”
“Told ye I’d bring her in—s’long as everyone’s on their best behaviour, of course.”
Gaz snorts. “Good luck with that.”
Ghost must cock an eyebrow because he can see the fabric of his mask shift. “Pretty.”
He can’t help the way he preens at that. Tucked away by his side again, Johnny can feel his girl squirm, but he pays it no mind. She’s shy—he’s known that from day one, from the first time she stumbled out from the back of the flower shop and scrunched her nose up at his attempts at flirting.
Admiration is a smooth, buttery feeling. It keeps him aloft while another couple of servicemen take interest in their conversation and come over, Johnny’s girl at the centre of everyone’s attention. He’d be pricklier about it if he didn’t have a firm hand on her waist, keeping her pressed to his side.
He soaks up the attention. Drinks it up when someone asks his girl a question and Johnny answers for her or pinches her cheek when she manages to pipe up before him. He knows he’ll get read the riot act when he takes her back home later, but he might be able to convince her to ride him while berating him for talking over her. Might beg her to slap him and spit in his mouth—say it’s the only way he’ll learn his lesson.
Dirty dog.
It strikes him that maybe he’s picked up some bad habits in recent months. He’s never been one to overthink, to worry and fret. Yet, he toils in it now, shovels coals into the furnace of it and gives it life.
His shoulders go slack, the tension finally ebbing out of him. No longer dogged by the incessant fear that his girl is going to run away, bolt at the first loud noise, or that someone’s going to pluck her up out of his arms. She seems comfortable if anything.
He’s been overthinking all of this, wrapped up in his head. He can breathe out, unclench.
When Ghost shifts to stand closer to them, he glances over because that’s where his gaze always goes these days. Seeking Ghost out, finding him in a crowd; looking for his North Star wherever he is, wherever he goes.
Only to watch in mute horror as, in plain sight, not trying to be discreet or hide it from anyone, Ghost gropes his girlfriend’s ass in front of everyone on base. Just reaches out a big hand and fondles her ass, digging his fingers into the cheek. She freezes, back ramrod straight as she stares ahead, eyes going a bit blank.
He fails whatever test this is, mouth too dry for any words to come out. Humiliation burns him from the inside out. Another sergeant that he’s worked with before frowns, glancing over at Johnny. Neither of them say a word.
Ghost tilts his head, staring down at his hand on her ass like he’s contemplating its plushness. Admiring it. With how Johnny stands on one side and Ghost the other, the two of them bracket her, like the soft centre of their trio; nowhere for her to go, a handler on either side. That’s wrong though. Ghost is not her handler—Johnny hardly is, more of a self-appointed one.
Still he—
He lets it happen.
Contention dies a bloody death in his mouth, massacred. Mangled. He lets Ghost sink his fingers into his girlfriend’s backside and hum a little under his breath before finally pulling his hand away. The others look at him, waiting for Johnny’s reaction with bated breath. A reaction that never comes because it gets strangled in Johnny’s throat.
“Nice meeting the bird,” Ghost finally says, voice a decibel lower, rough enough to scrape. “Gaz and I’ve got shit to do now. Be ready on the tarmac by oh-seven-hundred tomorrow, Johnny.”
He grips Johnny by the shoulder before heading off, like he didn’t just grope Johnny’s girlfriend. Like he didn’t just reach down and grab a handful of her ass like it was his to feel up. And Johnny just nods. A placid, docile thing under Ghost’s hand, bobbing his head like a doll.
Then Ghost leaves, Gaz trailing after him, looking back about a half dozen times to see if Johnny will suddenly follow them until he’s forced to job to catch up to Ghost, the man already yards away, longer legs carrying him fast out of the building.
They don’t talk on the drive back to her apartment, the inside of the car tense and uncertain. Johnny walks her to the door when he lets her off, but it’s a formality, a chaste kiss at the door instead of the rough fuck that he’d envisioned to send her off. Despite the hard set of her jaw, she doesn’t lambast him like Johnny expected. The silence is worse though, haunting when she shuts the door in his face.
The drive back to base after the drop off is agonizing in a whole new way. Still pent up, cock heavy in his pants, and fingers drumming over the steering wheel twice as fast now. What do I do, what do I do, what do I do? What he wants to do is turn around at the closest gap between both sides of the motorway and speed all the way back, knock on her door until his knuckles blister and bleed, until she opens the door and lets him in, lets Johnny push her to the floor in the entryway and spread her legs, welcoming him in.
Until she lets him fit his fingers into the marks left behind by Ghost’s hand.
Cold fire rising up off his bones, and then something hot. And wet.
The next day at breakfast in the mess, one of the guys says something like, “If Ghost was into my girl, that’s the last you’d see of me and her,” and his mind goes blank and he goes over the table.
#ceil writing#cod mw2#cod x reader#soap x reader#ghost x reader#ghost/reader#soap/reader#ghoap x reader#ghost/soap/reader
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