#todo the drummer

[bip-n-bops-drawings]

Best Friends

Todo and Dudley are fooling around a bit.

A artwork by badbadjudy on Instagram inspired me to create this fanart.

トードー(ハンターハンター)

ダドリー・ダーズリー(ハリーポッター)

[silentscrying]

🎸 out of my mind ! 💿 track one : the hell happened in shibuya?

guitarist!ino x drummer!reader

summary: it's the annual battle of the bands at the fix, your college campus's iconic live music bar, and this year you're taking the stage as the drummer for indie rock group cursed technique. you know the competition is strong, but no part of you is ready for lead singer and guitarist takuma ino. you lock eyes at the edge of the stage, and something starts—something that might make you feel alive even more than the beat of the drums.

warnings: language, alcohol, he was a skater boi, she did NOT say see you l8r boi, unhinged toge, absurd amount of worldbuilding for what this is, penguins of madagascar. || sfw. 10.1k words.

IT’S A PULSE. That’s the only way you can describe it, the rush of living energy that comes with drumming a live set on the stage of a shitty campus bar, the bass shooting through your blood in time with the adrenaline. Soles of your shoes to the tips of your fingers, the ache in your arms from 120 bpm, amp-deaf ears and stage-blind eyes. You’re alive, and you’re addicted to this feeling. You think you’ll chase it forever.

“Guess it could be a blessing in disguise,” Nobara sings, dropping to one knee at the edge of the stage and gripping the mic in one hand and the wire in the other. She leans out over the crowd, grinning as they match her energy. You switch to a steady buildup on the floor tom, adding snare halfway through your crescendo, and build to a sudden, jarring stop as Nobara belts, “But like hell I’m gonna wait for hindsight!”

You’re back in with a dramatic cymbal stinger, and Nobara whoops and jumps back to her feet, dancing across the stage toward Maki and throwing out her arms to emphasize the bass solo. “One last round for Maki Zenin, everybody!” she shouts.

The crowd obliges, hooting and hollering as Nobara launches back into the final chorus. The lights on the low stage flash, making Toge’s white-blond hair look purple where he stands at the keyboard.

“Give it up for Yuta Okkotsu on guitar!” Yuta does his little riff without looking at the audience—the attention always gets him a little shy. “Toge Inumaki on keys!” Nobara spins around to look at you, winking as the last long, held chord starts rising. “And on kit, you know her, you love her, your drummer, Skip!”

You smirk at the nickname as you hit triplets down the toms and pound the bass, rolling every cymbal in sight to create a barrage of sound as the rest of the band looks to Nobara for the final cue.

“Thank you!” Nobara shouts, throwing a hand up in the air. “I’m Nobara Kugisaki, we’re Cursed Technique, and that’s our set for Friday at The Fix.” She lets the crowd holler for just a moment longer, then throws her hand down.

With a final bass hit, the music comes to a stop. You toss your sticks into the bag hanging from the floor tom and stand, pushing back sweaty hair and waving. The crowd is all indistinguishable shadow with the stage lights in your eyes, but you love it anyway.

This is your favorite place on campus, favorite place in the city—tonight, maybe it’s your favorite place in the world. As you file off the stage, the next band moves out to set up.

Tonight is preliminary performances for the annual Battle of the Bands at The Fix, and Cursed Technique is entering for the first time. You don’t know all the bands (or solo artists, because apparently they’re eligible this year too), but this next one you’re very familiar with. Because—

Maki pauses in front of Mai, taking that stance she only ever takes with her twin sister, cocky and ready to provoke. “Don’t fuck up,” she says.

“Like you did? I heard that bridge. G minor my ass.”

“Aw, you pay attention,” Maki grins. They roll their eyes in tandem and knock shoulders as they pass each other. You genuinely can never tell how serious they’re being. Is it a twin thing, a sister thing? Do they actually hate each other?

Aoi Todo goes after Mai, saying something along the lines of “are you ready to fucking boogie, Zenin?” and Maki snorts as the two of you fall in behind Toge and Yuta, Nobara on your right.

You were the first performance of the night, and there’ll be three more after you and four performances next Friday to wrap up round one. The two lowest-ranked bands or artists will be eliminated. You’re praying that’s not you.

The audience has taken the intermission in stride, the bathroom line curling around the far wall and the bar line even longer. The wait’s not worth it, you figure. Then you turn around and realize Nobara’s disappeared.

“Where did she—”

“Bow down to your savior,” her voice says from your other side, and you spin to see her and Toge holding three drinks.

“You are literally the only two of us who can’t drink,” you say, accepting the drink from Toge and nodding to the stamps on the back of their hands, marking them as underage.

Toge grins. “Yeah, but we’re super trustworthy and shit.”

You blink at them and look back over to the bar. Gojo’s working, his white hair the brightest thing in the dark corner behind the counter. Ah.

“You and your nepo baby privileges,” Maki says, grabbing a drink from Nobara’s hands with a huff of laughter.

“I’m not the nepo baby. I’m just friends with the nepo baby.”

“Oh, hey, c’mon.” Yuta nudges you, turned toward the stage. “They’re starting.”

Sure enough, Kasumi Miwa and her shock of blue hair are standing center stage, electric guitar in hand. Maki rolls her eyes when Mai starts tuning behind her.

“How’re we feelin’ tonight, guys?” Kasumi asks, and the gathered students let out a rampant cheer as half the bathroom line abandons their quest and makes their way back to the crowd. “That’s what we like to hear! Alright.”

She looks back at each of her band members in turn, making sure they’re ready. Todo nods and punctuates his agreement with a double kick hit. “We’re Black Flash, and this one should sound a little familiar.”

Momo kicks off with a jazzy intro on the keyboard, Toge already nodding along beside you, and then they’re off in an upbeat, syncopated number you genuinely can’t help but dance to. Sounds like they won last year for a reason.

“Should I learn sax?” Toge shouts over the music, and you glance up to see that Momo has abandoned the keys for a gleaming golden alto. You shake your head at him, taking a drink of whatever it was he and Nobara brought you—it’s sweet, fruity with a kick of vodka.

“Please don’t!” you shout back. “You’ll just play Careless Whisper all the time!” Toge sticks his tongue out at you, which means you’re right. You cheer as the opening song comes to a close with Kasumi hanging onto a long, high note as Todo goes crazy behind her, and then they segue smoothly into a new chart, the bassist walking a steady line up and down before the drums join back in.

You can’t quite remember his name, but you’re pretty sure he’s Kasumi’s boyfriend. His eyes stay trained on her for the majority of their set, watching as she dances around the stage, does an impromptu riff-off with Mai, throws her blue hair around like a natural born rockstar.

“She’s so fucking cool,” you tell Maki, who nods, pointedly looking at everyone on the stage except Mai.

“Thank you!” Kasumi shouts when the band is finally wrapping up. “We’re Black Flash!” You throw back the rest of your drink and cheer with the rest of the hyped-up students.

You don’t feel great about your chances of beating that, but hey, you’re having a good time.

Panda, the senior from the campus radio station, walks out on stage and does some crowd work while the stage techs move things around. You’re pretty sure you knew his name at some point—you wonder idly if he’d even answer to it. You’ve never heard anyone refer to him by anything other than Panda.

“Alright, your penultimate performance of the night, folks,” he says, drawing another cheer from the rowdy front of the crowd. “Let’s give it up for last year’s runner-ups, Shibuya Incident!”

“Shibuya Incident?” you murmur, and Maki snorts. “The hell happened in Shibuya?”

“They’re like, basement emo or something? I don’t know. Nobara said they’re actually good.”

Right. As the band files onstage, you remember that you know about these guys, at least the two sophomores on stage. The kid on drums with the pink hair is Yuji, and the broody bass player is Megumi. They live down the street. Nobara’s over there sometimes. You’ve been meaning to meet her sophomore friends, but the start of school was so busy you haven’t gotten the chance.

“Isn’t he your cousin?” You nod to the bassist and Maki smirks.

“Yeah, he doesn’t tell me anything. I think Nobara might know him better than I do.”

The band launches into a song with no introduction, and you’re captivated.

You don’t recognize the girl, gripping a sleek black and red electric, her dark hair in a combination of knots and braids, studded belt and piercings catching the stage lights.

And you definitely don’t know the frontman.

He’s got a black beanie tugged crookedly over a mess of brown hair, and something about him is strangely mesmerizing. You’re pretty sure you’ve seen him around campus before, maybe even around The Fix—but you’ve never heard him sing.

You’d remember.

He closes his eyes, lips almost touching the microphone, fingers moving up and down the frets of his electric as he croons, “And my hopes climbed up, tried to tear ‘em down, but they went so fast and it’s too late now.”

And then he opens his eyes, lets the dark-haired girl handle the guitar as he pulls the mic off the stand, still singing. The lights outline his figure in red as he crosses to the front of the stage, the audience surging to meet him. And he looks right at you.

“Dark eyes, the charcoal aftertaste, your mind, you make me wanna waste my life, so promise it’s a lie, a lie, I try, I lie.”And then he circles back to the mic and jams it into the stand, fingers finding the frets of the electric once again. “I guess it’s too late now.”

You chose journalism because you’re a realist—you want the gritty underside of the story, not the fluff piece. Half the time your class readings are about crime and war and all the bad things going on in the world. Love at first sight doesn’t make the front page.

Point being, you’re not a romantic. But when this guy looks at you, you kind of want to be.

What are you thinking right now? You don’t even know him. He’s attractive, yes. He’s talented. You have no way to gauge whether he’s a good person, whether you’re even remotely compatible, whether he’s single, based on listening to a few songs.

But the energy in the room is intoxicating, somehow. The vocals cling to the back end of the beat, relaxed but in a way that demands you hang on. The bass reverb is cranked, creating a kind of wave over the whole of the bar, low and static.

In a high school psych class, you did a project on hypnotism, all the science of it, whether it was effective or even real. You’d tried to do it to yourself, and you’d had a classmate try too, to no avail. Now you think maybe the process of hypnosis isn’t all that complicated after all. It’s just… this.

When the song ends, something in you hollows out, like you need the music to be whole again. But then the lead singer grabs the mic and starts talking. And you think maybe, actually, his voice is just alluring whether he’s singing or not.

“Hey,” he says simply, hanging onto the mic with both hands, letting the guitar hang from its strap. “We’re Shibuya Incident. Hope you’re having a good time tonight.” His eyes scan the crowd, attentive, and you might be delusional, but you think they linger on you for just a second.

“This next one’s new,” he says, glancing back at Megumi with a smile. “It’s called Strike First. Kirara, kick us off.”

The girl on guitar—Kirara—obliges, busting out a descending riff so fast you can’t fathom how her fingers are moving. On the drums, Yuji puts four on the floor and then starts with a laid back hi-hat, and you lose yourself in the music again.

At some point, Yuta waves a hand in front of your face and you realize abruptly that he’s been trying to talk to you. “You good?” he says in your ear, and you nod, grinning. He gives you a strange look but takes you at your word.

After Shibuya Incident walks off stage, you pretty much lose interest. The last performer of the night goes by Angel, and you can’t deny she’s got some lungs on her, but you’ve heard her before. She has a pretty big online following, so her songs are old news to you, recognizable from Reels or TikTok.

“Is her name actually Angel?” Toge asks, and Nobara shakes her head with a dramatic eye-roll.

“Hana,” she says. “It’s a stage name.”

Toge wiggles his brows in a way that means okay, but she’s hot, and Nobara elbows him in the ribs.

When the night is over and the crowd has started to disperse, you find yourself scanning the area beside the stage. It doesn’t take you long to spot Shibuya Incident clustered together near a wall, mostly because of Yuji’s bright pink hair.

Nobara seems to have spotted them as well. She drags you over to the three boys, the girl already disappearing with the blond stage tech—Hakari, you’re pretty sure his name is.

“Oi,” she calls. “Fushiguro, the new song fucked. I’m mad about it.”

“Why—”

“Because we’re supposed to win,” Nobara says with a hand on her hip, and they devolve into arguing, Yuji fruitlessly trying to mediate. You’re left standing awkwardly to the side, and your gaze drifts to the remaining member of their band—the singer, the lead guitarist.

On stage, he’d seemed untouchable, confident and flirty and at ease. Now, he can’t seem to decide whether to stuff his hands in his pockets or wring them in front of him or tug self-consciously at the crooked beanie on his head.

It’s endearing, honestly.

You stick a hand out, suddenly self-conscious. “Hey,” you say. “Uh, I’m not sure we’ve met officially. I’m—well, they usually call me Skip, but—”

“Where are my manners?!” Nobara screeches, turning away from Megumi and Yuji and finally realizing the situation she’s put you in. “Oh my god! Skipper, this is Ino—Ino, Skip. Drummer, singer. Singer, drummer. Blah, blah, blah. You’re both juniors, right? Ino, are you a senior? I dunno anymore. Anyway!” She claps her hands together once, grinning. “Now we’re all friends. And opponents. Go on, converse with the enemy.” She flaps her hands at the both of you and turns back to the boys, apparently not done arguing with Megumi, though it sounds like it’s shifted from any band-related business to something he said about her shopping addiction last weekend.

You know Nobara’s hung out with the entirety of this band before, since she pretty much forcibly adopted Megumi and Yuji in their shared gen. ed. classes, but Ino is apparently nowhere near as used to her chaos as you are. He stares at her back for a second, trying to process the rambling she just threw at you, and then nods slowly.

“She’s—sorry,” you say sheepishly. “Ah. Yeah. She means well.”

“Right. Uh, you’re really—you’re really good,” he says with a nervous smile your way. “Talented, I mean. I haven’t seen someone drum like that in…”

“Hey!” Yuji squawks, and Megumi grabs him by the elbow and pulls him away, Nobara on his other side.

“Thanks,” you say softly, trying to put Ino at ease with a warm smile. “You’re really good, too. I mean it.”

“Thanks,” he says, heat rising to his cheeks.

“D’you write? Those were some good bars.”

“Oh, yeah, uh. I do. Do—do you?”

“Homegirl’s our drummer and our lyricist,” Maki announces, draping herself across your shoulders. You don’t know where she even came from. “She is a woman of many talents.”

“I believe it,” Ino says with a shy smile. “You didn’t compete last year, right? I feel like I’d remember.”

The implications make you flush a little, and you’re grateful for the bar’s bad lighting. “No, yeah, this is our first year. I wasn’t even around for the competition last year. Or I’d probably remember you, too.”

Yuta spent some time abroad last fall, and you were just getting to know Nobara. It was probably a good thing you didn’t enter, because you were so caught up in work for the campus paper that you would’ve been stretched thin. Things this year have settled down with the strangely large wave of younger staffers. So this is your year—your time.

It’s Ino’s turn to be a little sheepish, and he reaches up and scratches the back of his neck, averting his gaze with a small smile. “You live with Fushiguro’s cousin, then?”

You nod. “You live with your bandmates? We’re right down the street.” Now that you think about it, you might’ve seen him skateboarding past your place a time or two.

He nods. “I thought I’d maybe seen you around. So—Skipper? Or Skip?”

“Either,” you laugh. “Uh, freshman year, we gave ourselves penguins of Madagascar names. That was before Nobara. Guess it just stuck.”

Ino laughs, bright. “That’s really good.” He seems to be easing into the conversation now, relaxing. “Which one was Rico? He’s my favorite.”

“Offensive,” you grin. “Toge, over there.” You point to him where he’s animatedly talking to Yuta, who looks about ready to go to sleep.

Ino nods. “Feels right.” He looks at you like he’s searching for something. “You can call me Takuma. If you want.”

“Takuma,” you echo. You like the way it sounds. “Cool.” You glance up at the stage, cleared out now. You’ll have to check on your drums in the back room at some point before you go home.

“Do you guys have music out?” Ino—Takuma—asks, and you turn, surprised.

“Uh, no. We’ve thought about it, but none of us are really the techy types. Do you?”

“Hell yeah!” Yuji blurts, apparently having escaped Megumi and Nobara. “First EP available now on all the usual streaming services.” He grins, then offers you a hand.

You shake it. He even shakes people’s hands like an overly excited dog. It’s infectious. “I think we’ve met in passing? Unofficially. But you sounded great up there. What’s your cymbal brand? Your hat is crisp.”

“Zildjian,” you say, laughing at his enthusiasm. The only right answer, you think, but don’t say. “You sounded great too. You have a brand?”

Yuji wrinkles his nose. “Uh, half of them are Meinl but the other half are Sabian? I kind of need to streamline them at some point. Zildjian seems like the move, honestly.”

Maki waves you over from the door to backstage, and you glance at Yuji and Takuma in turn, offering them a small wave. “I should run. It was good to meet you both. I’ll, uh—see you next Friday? Or around, I guess.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Yuji says with a mock salute, and Takuma chuckles, meeting your eyes.

“Sure thing,” he says. “Or around.”

When you’ve locked up the drums and hitched a ride back to the house with the girls, Maki turns herself around in the passenger seat to look at you.

“What?” You shift under her gaze, unrelenting and knowing.

“So, Shibuya Incident singer.” She raises a brow, and you know you’re blushing, but there’s not much you can do about it. At least it’s dark.

“What… about him?”

Maki just snorts and turns back around, evidently deciding teasing you once was enough. Nobara, though, has no such qualms.

“Oh my god!” she squeals, and Maki gently reminds her to pay attention to the road. “Do you want me to set you up? I can ask Itadori! Or Fushiguro! Or we can—”

You groan loudly, cutting her off as you dramatically flop back in the seat. “Nobara, please, please don’t.”

She sighs, long and drawn-out. “Puh-lease, Skipper, someone in this house has to get some.”

“Drop it and I won’t tell Toge you said that.”

This successfully diverts Nobara’s attention, and she spends the rest of the short drive wondering aloud if Toge actually thinks Hana Kurusu is hot or if he was just trying to annoy her. Nobara has some baseless grudge against Hana that you’re pretty sure is just because Nobara wants to be Hana.

At the house, she immediately starts bugging Toge about it, and eventually he runs into your room and slams the door for cover. Sometimes you’re very grateful your room has a lock. This is not one of those times.

“Toge,” you whine, pressing your forehead against the door. Nobara is crouched beside you, ready to catch him. “I wanna go to bed. Bro. Open the door.”

“Are you conspiring with the enemy?” he shouts from inside.

“No, but I’m about to be!”

He opens the door and Nobara launches herself at him, and amid the accusations of betrayal you manage to herd them out and close the door behind you, beelining for your bed and your headphones. There’s something you’re curious about.

Shibuya Incident, you type into Spotify, and there it is, their first EP. It’s called Over Duress, and on it is the first song they sang tonight plus a few you haven’t heard before.

You don’t intend to listen to the whole thing, really—you just can’t get that song out of your head, and usually listening to an earworm helps. But when you settle in, lights out and headphones on, you can’t stop.

All night his voice is in your ear, eyes boring into yours, singing too late now.

They’re—he’s—good. Really, really good.

You think it might be too late for you, too.

—

You’ve got your headphones on again, listening to Arctic Monkeys as you make your way down the sidewalk. Mondays will be the death of you. Your hour-and-a-half lecture ran late, and you have night class later. You need caffeine.

So caught up in 505, you almost don’t catch the guy in your periphery zooming down the path behind you on a skateboard. You move to the side to let him pass, but he slows down as he nears you, and you look up and realize it’s Takuma. Grinning, you tug your headphones down around your neck. He kicks the skateboard up and catches it in one hand, a messenger bag with a laptop sticking out underneath his other arm.

“Well, hey,” he says. “Look at us. Around.”

It’s odd to see him in this setting, broad daylight and an autumn chill in the air, so different from the dim bar, the artificially-lit stage.

“Hey.” He starts walking alongside you. “Coming from class?”

“Yeah, thank god that’s over. You?”

You hum in agreement. “Composition lecture.”

Takuma makes a tch sound with a click of his tongue. “Ah. Algorithms, for me.” He glances at you, then straight ahead, like you caught him doing something. “Uh, I was gonna grab coffee on the way back. You wanna come? If you’re not busy, I mean.”

You grin. “I was on my way there.”

Your favorite coffee shop is directly across the street from The Fix, and Takuma walks the rest of the way with you, his board in one hand.

“Algorithms,” you say. What a horrible-sounding class. “So are you—what, math? Computer science?”

“Comp sci,” he confirms, “and media production.”

“That’s sick. What do you wanna do?”

Takuma shrugs, but says, “I’m kinda gunning for something in music or audio production, but the comp sci’s more of a safeguard. Easier to get a software dev job than break into the music scene.”

The door to the coffee shop chimes as you push it open. “What about you? What’s your major?”

“Journalism.”

“Oh, that’s cool. You work for the paper or anything?”

“Yessir.”

“Write a story on me.”

If it meant learning more about Takuma, you’d honestly like to.

You pause to order your coffee, and while Takuma orders his you find yourself looking out at the bar across the street.

It looks so different during the day. People call it a shitty campus bar, you included, but honestly, it’s a nice establishment. The grunge is intentional, for the aesthetic appeal.

When you and Takuma both have drinks in your hand, you check the time on your phone and figure you can spare a few minutes. “Wanna sit for a sec?” You nod toward the high-top counter along the wall of windows facing the street.

“My honor,” he says, leading the way. You hop up on the green backed barstool, spinning it a little, and take a sip of your latte as Takuma settles in beside you. “How long you been drumming?”

You hum, tapping your fingers on your knee while you think. “The summer before I started middle school, I think?” That sounds right. You’d started taking lessons so you could join jazz band.

“Damn,” Takuma whistles. “That’s a while. No wonder you’re so good.” You laugh despite yourself, feeling the heat creep up to your cheeks the way it always does when someone compliments you.

“What about you? Been playing guitar for a while?”

He leans forward, wholly engaged in the conversation. “Yeah. My dad played, and I learned on his acoustic, and I spent all of middle school saving up for my own electric.”

“The one you have now?”

“Ah, no, I’ve got two, but I still have that one back at my place. I love that thing.”

Talking about music, it seems the hesitant, bashful side of Takuma slips away, replaced with this sunny boy who just wants to talk about what he loves. You find yourself wanting to feed into it.

“So, I listened to your EP.”

His entire posture seems to brighten, coffee forgotten on the countertop as he stares at you. “For real?”

“It’s really good. Seriously. I’m—when did that come out?”

“Uh, end of last semester. So like May?” He shrugs.

“Do you rent out a place in the city?”

“Actually, I can book out the campus studio spaces because I’m a production major,” he says, making a paper airplane out of his napkin. “We recorded our EP in there.”

“Techy.”

He smiles. “Yeah, comes with the major.” Turned to face you with the light from the window illuminating half of his face, you find yourself really looking at him—his mess of brown hair, deep but somehow bright eyes, the curve of his mouth, the line of his jaw. There’s an energy about him that just draws you in.

His phone lights up and he jumps a little. “Oh, crap! I forgot I was gonna take Itadori to the skate park. He wants me to teach him to kick flip before the snow comes.”

You doubt it’ll take him that long to figure it out—he’s a natural athlete. You’ve had to last-minute cover a track meet before, and his name took up half the damn page with all the records he set.

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” you say, downing the rest of your coffee. As much as you don’t want to leave, you’ve got a lot to get done before your night class. You push back your stool and sling your backpack over one shoulder.

Takuma seems to consider something, eyes bouncing from you to his phone to the street outside. “Actually, we’re recording again on Wednesday, for the new single. You should drop by. I can show you the ropes.”

You’re not sure what excites you more: the prospect of watching a live recording or having an excuse to see Takuma again.

“That’d be cool,” you say. “The new song? From Friday?”

“Yeah, Strike First,” he says. “Fushiguro wrote a lot of it—shit, actually, I’m not s’posed to say that.”

You laugh. “What? Why?”

He grins, a little conspiratorial. “Sometimes he shows up in my room and just shoves lyrics at me, and they’re always really good and deep and shit, and he says if I tell anyone he’ll kill me in my sleep. So. Secret poet.”

“Secret’s safe with me,” you promise. “So, Wednesday night.”

“Six thirty,” he nods, standing up and grabbing his skateboard from where he leaned it against the wall. You walk out into the bright mid-afternoon air side by side, starting to drift opposite directions on the sidewalk. You’re going to get some work done in the newsroom before your night class. The skate park is down the block from your place. And his.

You nod at his board. “Don’t die.” You’ve longboarded on campus several times, and the intersections are unforgiving.

He grins, standing on the board and starting to skate backward. “Me? Nah.�� You roll your eyes but can’t keep the smile off your face, even as you turn away, his laughter bouncing down the path behind you.

—

That night in class, you get a series of messages from a number you don’t recognize, but you know who it is. They’ve sent you a gif of Skipper from Penguins of Madagascar.

unknown number: hey it’s ino! unknown number: or takuma. or whatever hahah unknown number: fushiguro got your number from maki i hope that’s not weird? i just wanted to send you the recording location in case you want to swing by wednesday unknown number: [Shared 1 Location Pin] unknown number: literally no pressure though unknown number: obviously

You turn down the brightness on your laptop, tucking your messages into the corner while the pitch document for class takes up the rest of your screen. Adding the number to your contacts, you glance surreptitiously up at your professor, who’s still doing something on the computer in the front of the room.

takuma: wait okay fushiguro just said what if maki gave him the wrong number as a joke takuma: idk if she would do that but now i’m paranoid takuma: if this isn’t skipper i’m SO sorry

Toge leans over and reads your messages, wiggling his brows at you when you shove him out of the way. He’s only in this class because you are—he took it as one of his writing electives for his comm major, and he spends most of it bothering you while you’re trying to work.

“Put the guy out of his misery, Jesus,” he whispers.

“Put me out of my misery, Jesus,” you say back. “Get me a new seat partner.” Toge gapes at you, affronted, and you smirk and go to text Takuma back.

you: oh my god no don’t worry it’s me LMAO you: yes i’ll swing by! that sounds so fun

The typing bubble pops up, disappears, pops up again. You try to hold in the laughter as your professor kicks off the next part of class, which he essentially runs like a newsroom in collaboration with the campus paper, since your editor is his TA. You’re in the middle of a features pitch session.

takuma: oh thank god takuma: cool!! takuma: hey thanks for coffee today. it was nice talking to you

Once again, Toge’s got his chin on your shoulder, reading the screen. His eyes widen and he moves so that he’s blocking your line of sight. Coffee? he mouths. You shove him out of the way with a hand on his face.

you: i had a good time :) you: okay i’m in class rn so just know i’m not ignoring you, i’m suffering at the whims of postsecondary education takuma: I’M SO SORRY takuma: thoughts and prayers takuma: ew why do you have class at 7 pm that’s cruel

It is kind of inconvenient. But a lot of your journalism classes wind up being nights, and you actually don’t mind it—you love your prof and the other juniors in your major. And you love your editor. You want to be her.

“Alright,” Kusakabe says. He’s got a doctorate, but he hates going by Dr. Kusakabe. “Back to the board. I want your bestmonth-long project pitches. Fushiguro here will put the best ones in print, so don’t mess around here. You want a spot at the paper next year? Impress her.” He nods at Tsumiki, who’s sitting in the back corner with a pen tucked behind her ear and her laptop and notepad ready.

“There are no horrible ideas,” she says.

Kusakabe points at her. “Not strictly true. She’s nicer than me.”

You already work for the paper, as does half of this advanced journalism class, but you’re gunning for Tsumiki’s job next year. So you need to impress.

“The Fix,” you say. Kusakabe points a whiteboard marker at you, then turns and scribbles it on the board in his horrible handwriting. He doesn’t let you raise your hands in class. Newsrooms work fast, he says. Better get used to it.

“Why?” Kusakabe asks. You’ve got your pitch ready. This isn’t your first rodeo. You hold up a hand, counting off on your fingers as you talk.

“One, it’s the most popular place on campus. Two, it has the lowest crime rate of any bar in the city. It’s run entirely by Jujutsu alumni. It’s time-relevant, because Battle of the Bands is going on right now, which also means good photo ops. We’ve been needing to cover it for years.”

Toge starts typing on his own laptop, and you know he’s not doing anything class-related. Sure enough, you get his message a second later.

freak no. 1: OKAY SHE’S A JOURNALIST freak no. 1: let me be your partner plsplsplsls freak no. 1: PLEASE i don’t wanna do a whole project story by myself i’ll do anything

He stares at your screen and glares at you when you don’t respond.

freak no. 1: why is that still my name. this is bullying. harassment even freak no. 1: freak no. 1 implies the existence of freak no. 2 freak no. 1: who is it freak no. 1: is it yuta freak no. 1: tell me it’s yuta

“Yes,” Kusakabe says. He’s not smiling—he rarely ever does—but you can tell he’s pleased. “That’s what I’m talking about. I want to know why a bunch of qualified alumni decided to dedicate their postgrad careers to running a college bar. Give me the backstory, give me the details. This is the kind of thing I’d put Fushiguro on if it wasn’t a conflict of interest.”

You twist around in your seat, craning to catch Tsumiki’s eye. She’s smiling, typing rapidly without looking at her keyboard.

“Yep,” she affirms. “But I can get you phone numbers. Good stuff, Skip.”

“Conflict of interest if I’m in a band?” you ask. She thinks for a moment, then shakes her head.

“Just don’t make it the story’s central focus and you should be fine. I’ve got some underclassmen covering the battle for event coverage practice, anyway.”

You flash her a thumbs-up and Kusakabe turns back to the board, half-dead marker hovering beneath his scrawled THE FIX: BAR, SAFE, ALUMNI

“Throw it at me,” he calls to the rest of the class. “What else you got?”

You click back into your thread with Takuma and send him another message.

you: freshie reporters are covering battle of the bands you: watch out for the novice press, mr frontman takuma: oh man takuma: i would not be focusing on me if i was them tbh

Toge kicks you under the table.

freak no. 1: cant believe youre getting a boyfriend before me freak no. 1: im leaving the country freak no. 1: god save the queen

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It’s dead silent down here.

You’ve only been to the comm and media department a few times, mostly for electives or to drag Toge to lunch with you after one of his classes. But you’ve never had reason to venture all the way down, deep into the bowels of the huge building, to the production areas. Most of the studio spaces down here are padded with soundboards, making your trek down the hall an odd, isolated thing.

But then, after you’ve walked a while, you hear laughter, the idle plucking of guitar strings. Ah. You follow the noise to Studio C, where the door is cracked open, and sure enough, the band is there in full force, tuning and talking and warming up. Kirara is sitting in the spinning chair behind the soundboard while the blond from the bar plays with some dials, and the others are behind the window in the recording room.

“Hey,” you say, and Kirara looks up at you, offers you a nod.

“Girl drummer! What’s up?”

“Spying,” you reply. “Thought I’d get behind enemy lines.”

Kirara snorts approvingly and nods toward the man working on the sound dials, and he turns to glance at you. “You guys met?”

He sticks a huge hand out and you shake it. “I know you,” he says. “Or of you. I do stage stuff at The Fix. Name’s Hakari.”

“He does ‘stage stuff’ at the bar ‘cause he wants to follow me around,” Kirara says.

Takuma glances up through the recording space window, and when he sees you he grins and tugs off the headset. “You came!” he says as he drops his guitar into its stand and comes to stand in the open doorway between the two rooms. “Oh, you can shut that, it was open for you.” He nods to the door you came in, and you lean back on it, closing it.

“I’ve never been down here,” you admit. “It’s cool. And empty.”

“Yeah, it’s never busy Wednesdays,” Kirara says, shrugging. “All the sound and screen people are out working megachurch youth groups or whatever.” She kicks her clunky boots up on the table. “Kinji, did the backups sound good last time or should we rerecord them?”

“Skipper!” Yuji shouts. He waves and nearly smacks himself in the face with a drumstick. “Look! Zildjian!” He points to a crash cymbal that must be a new addition and you give him two thumbs-up, beaming.

Beside him, Megumi looks up from his bass and gives you a nod. Sometimes you forget he and Tsumiki are related—they look alike, but they carry themselves so differently. Your editor is all witty questions and chasing the news and juggling a thousand things at once, knowing everyone, always throwing out compliments like candy. Megumi keeps to himself, that quiet, broody bass player in dark colors. Writing secret song lyrics, apparently.

“So we recorded backup vocals last week,” Takuma explains, leading you over to the soundboard. You slide into Kirara’s spot as she hops up and grabs her guitar, plugging in in the next room. “Hakari handles the board while we’re recording, and then I mix it in post.”

“Cool,” you say, lost in all the switches and dials and colored lights.

“It’s less complicated than it looks,” Hakari offers, gesturing to the expanse of controls. “You really only use a third of ‘em.”

Yuji abruptly does a buzz roll, and you look up in time to see Megumi roll his eyes.

“That’s the hey Ino, we’re waiting on you, you fucking slacker drum roll,” Kirara drawls without looking up.

“I feel loved.” Takuma smiles at you and darts into the other room, closing the door behind him, and you lean back in the spinning chair. Hakari hands you an extra headset and you slip it over your ears with a grateful nod.

“Alright,” he says, leaning to speak into a mic that must carry through to the band. “Give me a chorus or somethin’ so I can test these levels out.”

They play part of the first song on the EP, and then Hakari goes through one by one and makes some minor adjustments until he deems them ready to go.

“Okay,” he says, glancing at Kirara. “Strike First, take one, in three, two…” He trails off and presses a button, and Kirara starts riffing like it’s nothing.

“Catch feels real quick,” Ino half-sings, half-says, picking up his own guitar. “And they go real deep. Try to burn ‘em out.” He looks up at you through the window. “But I’m half asleep.” Megumi is laying down a steady, bouncing bassline. “With her face in my head, and her voice in my ear, and her warmth in my bed, but she’s not really here, oh!”

Megumi and Kirara have indeed already recorded the backup vocals, and Hakari scales them up as they play. Intoxicating, in-intoxicating, oh she’s…

Yuji’s crash does sound better, and you find yourself nodding your head along to the beat, watching Hakari run the soundboard, watching the band in their element in the recording space.

The first time they stop just before the bridge, and they talk among themselves and mess around with some adjustments before starting again.

“We’re all cursed, so I, I strike first.” The track finishes with a single, hard kick. You wait until Hakari switches off the recording and clap. Takuma smiles brightly behind the window.

“What’d you think?” he asks, his voice crackling in your ear. “Any tips?”

You hum, leaning into the mic Hakari offers. “You sound great!” you say. “Yuji, save that sick fill for the prechorus leading up to the bridge. The syncopated one. The buildup will pay off.”

Half the art of drumming is knowing when to lay back and when to bring the energy. It’s one thing to go crazy drumming covers for a YouTube channel, which you’re pretty sure Yuji does, but it’s another to play in a band setting, trying to bring out the best in everyone else’s parts. You’ve seen so many drummers get so excited about playing fast and loud that they give too much too soon, and it makes the peak of the song less gratifying. It took you a long time to learn that.

“Oooh,” Yuji says, clicking his sticks together. “You’re right.”

Kirara jumps off her stool, spinning to face him. “What did I say? That exact thing. Three times before.” She points at you, then turns to face you, smiling good-naturedly. “He’s like one of those kids whose parents have been telling them the same thing for years, and then their favorite teacher says it and they act like they’re hearing it for the first time.”

“What? When did you say that? Kirara—”

But everyone’s laughing, and Yuji eventually gives into it too, grinning and tapping out a swing beat on the rims just to do something with his hands.

“Okay, run it again,” Kirara says, settling herself on her stool again. “Kinji?”

Hakari nods, and they launch back into the song. They do three more full runs before they agree they’ve got it. “Cool,” Hakari says. “Ino, you want the drive?”

“Please,” he says, and then takes off the headset and starts putting away the guitar.

“Hey,” Yuji says brightly, after he’s packed up the kit. “You should come over, invite Kugisaki and your bandmates. I need to fight someone who isn’t Ino in Super Smash Bros.”

It sounds fun, and it’s right down the street—Nobara would kill you for saying no. You got most of your class work done while Kusakabe was on another one of his journalism ethics rants that you can quote in your sleep, and your only major project now is The Fix. Not much you can do about that on a Wednesday night.

“Sure,” you say, and Takuma appears beside you, guitar case on his back.

“Sure what?”

Yuji bounces on the balls of his feet. “She’s coming over! And inviting her friends!”

“Like, the whole band?” you clarify. “Is that—”

“YES!” Yuji exclaims. “Pleeease, Skipper? I love new friends. We’re basically neighbors anyway.” You glance at Takuma, trying to gauge his reaction. He looks excited about the idea, so you figure it’ll be fine.

“Okay,” you relent, and Yuji basically tackles you in a hug. “Woah, okay! I’m gonna swing by the house first. I’ll see who’s around and drag them down the street.”

“Tell Kugisaki I have to decimate her in Smash. I want to see her face when she loses.”

“You park in the side lot?” Takuma asks, adjusting the strap of his guitar case. You shake your head, pointing to your longboard in the far corner of the room. You don’t have a car on campus, but it’s usually not an issue since three of your housemates do. “No way. You skate?”

“Just longboard. Never really mastered the skateboarding thing.”

“Oh, I can teach you!” His grin is infectious. You could’ve had one of the girls drop you off tonight, or Yuta, but honestly, you were kind of hoping for a reaction like this. Was it practical to board halfway across campus alone in the dark? Maybe not. Not like you haven’t done it before. But looks like it’s paying off.

“I’ve got the truck out back,” Hakari says. “Anyone want a lift?”

Yuji shakes his head. “Brought my car for the drums. And Fushiguro.” You politely decline, and Takuma holds up his board in answer.

Hakari nods as he shuts down the soundboard. “Sounds good.”

You open the door and Takuma follows you out, the hallway feeling largely different with someone else filling the space.

“So, what’d you think?”

“That was awesome,” you say honestly. “I don’t know how you guys do the technical side of things, but it’s cool.”

Outside, the two of you drop your boards to the ground and push off, careening down the long campus sidewalks.

“I can’t believe I didn’t know you had a longboard,” Takuma says as you round a corner, you shifting your weight to your heels as he charges ahead of you with hands in his pockets like he’s not balancing on a board with a guitar strapped to his back. “How come you’re never at the skate park?”

You shrug, putting a foot to the pavement again to give yourself some more momentum. Truthfully, the skate park has always just felt daunting to you—not because you know about the drugs getting exchanged under the ramps, but because all you can do is board. No tricks, no half-pipes, nothing crazy, and everyone there is always so off the walls you’d feel like an idiot trying to teach yourself.

“You should come with sometime,” he says. “I took Itadori today. He already learned how to kick flip. He’s stupid athletic.”

You grin, theory proven correct, and turn onto the side street your house is on. Takuma slows down when you kick your board up, and you start up the small sidewalk leading to the green front door. “See you in a minute?”

He grins, skating backward again down the street toward his place. “Yes, ma’am.”

The house is small, but you chose it for the basement space with rehearsals in mind. It’s small, but you’ve made it your own. Yuta’s rapidly growing collection of plants sits in a line along the kitchen windowsill. Nobara’s put Polaroids up all over the place, which Toge regularly replaces with printed memes and then times how long it takes her to notice. Your record player sits in the corner of the living room, the stand beneath it overflowing with vinyls the five of you have amassed.

This is all there when you open the door. But unexpectedly, so is Maki, standing in the kitchen with her arms crossed, looking at you expectantly. Nobara shouts, “Is she home? Skipper!”

It takes you a second to clock that Yuta and Toge are also waiting for you, Toge hanging upside down on the couch through the doorway and Yuta leaning against the wall.

“Uh, hi?”

“Howwasyourdate?” Nobara gushes, and you feel your face go flaming.

“Date? Nobara, his whole band—”

“Nooo!” she groans, raking a hand through her hair. She plants a hand on each of your shoulders, staring at you pleadingly. “I am so bored. This is the most exciting thing to happen since Muta asked Miwa out. Have mercy.”

Muta—that’s the Black Flash bassists’s name. You vaguely remember Nobara being over the moon when he got together with Miwa last year.

“How did you even know where I was?”

All four of them answer in unison, “Google calendar.”

You laugh and pry Nobara’s hands off your shoulders, feeling warm all over. God. You forgot having a crush was this fucking embarrassing. Over Nobara’s shoulder, you look helplessly at Maki, who has decided to be of no help.

“Okay, take a breath.” You make your way into the living space, Maki’s gaze following you from the counter and Nobara quite literally following you. “Don’t any of you have homework?”

Toge pulls himself up dizzily, evidently done with the blood rush of hanging upside down. He points at Yuta and says, “That man has never procrastinated anything in his life. You know she has it done.” Here, he points to Maki. “And Nobara and I have priorities. Like your love life.”

You groan, rolling your eyes. Toge already filled them all in on the texts he read in your night class, and they’ve all been teasing you ever since. Well, mostly him and Nobara. But you see the little smirks and glances Maki and Yuta exchange whenever Takuma’s name is brought up.

Nobara, to put it lightly, loves love. She texts your group chat any time she makes eye contact with a potential suitor, and whenever she catches wind of a possible relationship, she wants every detail. You don’t really care to inform the whole house of every interaction you’ve had with Takuma. Not because it doesn’t excite you—part of you just, weirdly, wants this to yourself.

And part of you is trying not to get your hopes up.

“Yeah, I’m gonna need you all to calm down. You’ll scare him off, if you keep up like this.”

“And you definitely don’t want us to scare him off?” Maki confirms, sounding almost bummed. “I am really good at that.” Yuta nods solemnly.

You glance at Nobara, who’s staring at you knowingly. “No,” you admit, sheepish. “I would rather you not.”

Lovers, Nobara mouths, and you push her away.

“Well, if you’re not busy, I’m going to his place,” you say, and put your hand over Nobara’s mouth before she can scream, “and you’re coming with.” You glance around at the rest of your friends. “All of you.” Nobara glares until you pull your hand away from your mouth.

“Yuji wants to beat your ass in Smash,” you tell her, and she smirks.

“Uh-huh. He’d like that, wouldn’t he?” She practically yanks your backpack off your shoulders and pushes you toward the front door.

“Okay, everybody out, let’s go! Operation Get Skipper—”

“I will drag you back into that house.”

“I said nothing,” Nobara smiles sweetly. And the five of you make your way down the street.

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Yuji’s car is in the driveway, a bright red Hyundai. You can tell it’s his partially because it’s bright red and partially because you can see a few cymbal stands sticking up in the rear windshield. A truck is parked on the curb, and you figure it’s probably Hakari’s.

Nobara leads the way up to the front door, the only one of you who’s been here before. Unless Maki was visiting her cousin for something, but you don’t think so.

“Itadori!” Nobara shouts, and the door swings open to reveal Yuji, tousled hair and eager grin and all. “I’m here to beat your ass. Get on the Wii.”

“Yes!” Yuji shouts triumphantly, two fists pumping the air.

The house the band is renting out is functionally the same as yours, but it couldn’t look more different. There are mismatched string lights everywhere, dark tapestries on the walls that scream Kirara. Old band posters are plastered to half the available wall space, and a JBL speaker is blasting a song you’ve never heard.

“Hey,” Kirara calls from her place on the couch, leaning into Hakari. Yuji and Nobara are already planted on the floor, preparing for Smash Bros, Toge settled in between in an already futile effort to prevent violence.

“Hey, Okkotsu.” Megumi nods. “Maki. You haven’t been here before, right?”

“It’s not a college boy dump,” she responds. “So proud of you.”

“Mostly his doing, honestly,” Kirara says. “He’s a neat freak.”

You wave at her and Hakari. “You both live here?”

“Nah,” Hakari says. “I’m with Panda on the other side of campus.” Kirara’s the sole girl in the house, then. Brave woman.

“Skip!”

You turn to find Takuma leaning in the entryway to the living space. “Hey,” you grin. His gaze moves to where Yuji and Nobara have selected their characters.

“Oh, this’ll be good.” He moves to the open space on the couch and glances at you, and you follow. There’s plenty of room, since Kirara is basically on Hakari’s lap.

There’s a papasan chair in the corner that Yuta tries to insist Maki take, but in the end he winds up sitting in it with his legs tucked up under him and Maki sprawls out on the floor in front of him. You nearly jump out of your skin when Yuji screeches, and you blink and realize Nobara has already decimated him.

“Jesus,” you say.

“How did you—what was that? How did you do that?” Yuji demands. Toge, evidently having decided his mediation effort is fruitless, scoots back. You grin. Nobody can ever beat Nobara in Smash Bros. You would know.

“That’s what you get for picking Sonic, you freak.” Nobara turns up her nose. She picks Link every time.

“Do not slander the good name of Sonic in this house.”

“Okay, give it to me,” Toge says, grabbing the remote from Yuji. He levels Nobara with a serious look, chooses Daisy, and says, “Prepare to die.”

Takuma laughs beside you, and you’re suddenly aware that your thighs are almost touching, his warmth emanating off him. You try to focus on the game as Link proceeds to destroy Daisy within an inch of her life, but it’s hard now that you’re hyper-aware of your proximity.

“I like your place,” you tell him, and he smiles.

“Yeah? I do too. All the tapestries are Kirara’s.”

You fist bump her. “Good taste.”

“I know,” she says.

“What?” Toge shrieks. He groans, dramatically falling forward and burying his face in the carpet. “No. You cheated. Again.”

“You’re an idiot,” Nobara says, and they play again. “You’re not gonna win.”

Toge scoffs. “I would if you’d play Just Dance with me, coward.”

“Hey.” Takuma nudges you with a knee. “You wanna see how I mix the tracks?”

You glance at Nobara, entirely engaged in her game, and figure if you’re going to safely escape the room with Takuma, the time is now. “Sure.” He stands and you follow, ignoring Maki’s knowing gaze boring into your back as you go. The laughter and shouts and music follow you up the narrow stairs, and you hope this can be a new kind of normal, this mishmash of people who seem to get along so well.

Takuma’s room is at the end of the hall, and there’s no doubting how insanely Takuma it is. A skateboard—covered in faded stickers, different from the one he used today—hangs on the wall, there’s an acoustic in the corner, and the lights are all LED and green and red and purple. He leads you over to his monitor setup along the wall, where something is just finishing uploading—the drive Hakari gave him from the recording session.

He pulls over a stool and pats the desk chair for you, and you’d argue but he’s already opening up Logic, throwing in the tracks.

And then you lose time.

It’s already dark out, and you have no measure of the hours passing as Takuma locks in, nodding his head along to the beat, walking you through every setting and adjustment he makes as he mixes the new single, his own voice echoing back at you on the vocal track. You ask questions that are probably stupid and he answers like you’ve asked the smartest thing in the world.

His face is aglow in the colored lights of his room, and he’s animated as he walks you through the process. You point to the backup vocals track and ask a question, and he wraps his hand around yours and guides it to point at the corresponding change he makes, and before you know it the track is done and he’s sliding a pair of headphones over your ears, looking at you hopefully as the song comes through.

It sounds amazing. Something about listening with headphones on is all-consuming, and there’s something intimate about the way you’re sat facing one another, one of your knees between both of his, not breaking eye contact as you listen.

Kirara and Yuji’s backups flow so seamlessly into the rest of the recording, loud enough to hear but quiet enough not to pull away from Takuma’s voice as he sings, “Preemptively intoxicating, I can hear the heartbreak saying, ooh, I’m on my way.”

He smiles at you, soft, excited, his knee bouncing to the beat of the song even though you’re the one with the headphones on. “So you strike first, strike first ‘cause she’s not gonna stay.”

You tug the headphones down around your neck, the melody still bouncing around in your ears. The curtains flutter above the rickety AC unit in the corner, casting flickering shadows over the monitor, over the wall, over Takuma. There’s no more music, but it is far from silent. The sounds of your friends drift up the stairs and through the cracked door, the computer’s kicking up a fuss with its fan, your breathing seems louder than normal.

“Damn,” you say softly, like speaking any louder will break this—whatever this is.

“Yeah?”

Your faces are very close.

“Yeah.”

A scream from downstairs makes you jump, knocking your knees with Takuma’s, and you feel the heat rush to your cheeks.

“Yuta, control your child!” Nobara screeches, and you presume that by that she means Toge. “Maki? Skipper, where did you go? AGH!”

You laugh, pushing to your feet. “We should probably…”

“Yeah,” Takuma says quickly, too quickly, standing and setting the headphones back on the desk. “Yeah, totally.”

The rest of the night passes in a wash of laughter and Smash Bros and half-eaten bags of chips and yes, eventually, Just Dance, which Toge does win by a significant margin. Yuta, Maki, and Megumi spend a lot of time catching up in the corner, and Kirara and Nobara get along great. You realize far too late that putting Toge and Yuji in the same room was a horrible decision. They feed off each other’s chaos, a pair of little speed demons. You fear they’ve just become best friends.

At some point Kirara and Hakari disappear, and when you’re all finally making your way out, dreading your morning classes, you turn to Takuma, hovering in his doorway.

“Thanks,” you say. “For showing me the mixing. And recording. And—yeah.” You flush. God, you’re usually so good at talking to people. When did you become this socially inept?

“Anytime,” he says, and you know he means it. “Hey, if you guys are ever interested in putting some music out… Hakari and I could help.” He scratches the back of his neck a little self-consciously.

“Wait, for real?”

“Yeah! I mean, Hakari goes wherever Kirara goes. And she likes you. You’re really good, I think you’d really take off on streaming services.”

Kirara likes you? That weirdly means more to you than any of the other bandmates’ approval. Something warm blooms in your chest.

“Skip, c’mon,” Maki calls over her shoulder, and you jump and realize the rest of your housemates are already down the drive.

“Ah, yeah! I’ll talk to them about it. Thanks, Takuma.” You beam and turn to catch up to your friends, feeling like a stupid high schooler with a crush.

You’ve been rehearsing at your place every day this week, even though you don’t know where you’ve landed in the battle bracket yet—not until this Friday. You’re trying to nail down the perfect set, and Maki and Yuta have come up with this great instrumental, but you keep coming up short—you’ve been a useless lyricist lately, all up in your own head about pointless, trivial things.

Now, though—you feel like you have some words to get out. Feelings to get out, if you can just figure out how to articulate them.

In your tiny room, you find yourself thinking about him—getting coffee with him, skateboarding, the lighting in his bedroom, the bar—The Fix, you think.

And you pull out your notebook and start to write.

directory | next | meet shibuya incident | meet cursed technique | meet black flash | meet the rest of the contestants | welcome to the fix

jjk taglist open: just send me a message!

@shutuppeter @mikikkoo @reactwithjan @theclassbookworm @lilactaro @bisforbuse @risararelywrites

a/n: no, these are not real songs. yes, they are from the notes app archives. oops. ANYWAY SORRY IT’S 10K WORDS I’M HYPERFIXATING LMK WHAT YOU THINK

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MDNI💀 +18 Only

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My Roommates Brother

Alright everyone be nice it’s my first fic.

We gotta classic trope today, the MC & Todo have an apartment together. Todo-Choso-Yuji all brothers vibe modern au style. Todo & MC were classmates/sparing buddies when they both ended up needing a place around the same time, they are platonic and goofy/very bro/sis vibe but the MC finally meets Choso and is smittttten.

Use of she/her pronouns as well as more feminine styled pet names, obvi this is a Reader X Choso smutty mess of a fic! Advanced apologies for any typos, I hope you find some enjoyment out of this piece💗

Oh and minors GTFO!! This ain’t for y’all 👏🏼

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The hot water soothed my aching muscles after an intense training sesh with Todo. I bopped around slightly to the beat of the ‘This is CORPSE’ spotify mix as I sudsed my sweat away. I thought I heard Todo’s voice from outside the door, I pulled back the shower curtain to pop my head out and keep my body shielded by the dark colored material.

“DO YOU NEED SOMETHING?”

More mumbles, the running shower and my loud music muffling whatever he was trying to tell me. I’m not particularly worried about Todo seeing me like this, he’s very open with his own body and we usually didn’t mind walking around in our undies around one another. It wasn’t a sexual thing, he’s not my type and I’m not his - to which looks suspicious to some people considering we live together but that’s not any of our concern.

“OPEN THE DOOR I CANT HEAR YOU DUMMY.”

A click and turn and Todo swung the door wide open, someone was behind him that I only recognized from photos.

“JESUS NOT ALL THE WAY?! WHAT DO YOU WANT??”

His eyes widened as he closed it only enough to have his head in the room. I saw his brother behind him hide his face before the door cut off his sight of me in the shower.

“My brother came to visit! We’re going to pick up dinner what would you like!”

I laughed and shook my head.

“That’s what you were trying to scream through the door about? God Todo, just get me whatever you get. Thanks bud.”

“OF COURSE! Enjoy your shower!”

He closed the door and I couldn’t help but laugh to myself, he was a big sweet dummy. I did love him like family, even if he wasn’t the brightest at times. My mind wandered to the blushing and hidden face that stood behind him…Todo had shown me many photos of both his brothers and Choso was super cute…he told me about how he’s kinda kept to himself and that they really only see one another when Yuji insists on it. Both of them were wrapped around the sweet pink haired boys finger, and I can’t blame them. Yuji was a good boy and always smiling, if anyone disliked him I’d be surprised.

I might have searched up Choso’s socials a bit after Todo and I moved in together…he was hanging up photos in his room and needed my help…I made sure to ask all the important questions. Choso was a drummer who smoked a fuck ton of weed and liked to watch anime, so in other words my perfect match. He wore dark red or purple eyeshadow a lot and liked to paint his nails…the Gerard Way type as I like to call it. I wasn’t too embarrassed about him seeing me after taking note of his reaction…it’d be nice to finally get to know him over dinner…test the waters a bit.

———

After getting out of the shower I half blow dried my curls so they looked somewhat neater than usual. Donning a little bit of mascara and smudging out my leftover liner, I threw on a white cropped tank top (that slightly showed my nipples and their piercings) and a pair of black leggings. I made my way down the hall towards Todo’s booming voice and the shuffling of bags.

“So what’s for dinner boys?”

I said as I toked on a blunt and approached them, a trail of smoke lining my previous path. I smiled sweetly at the two, Choso’s eyes widened and he grinned slightly as his cheeks turned pink. Todo of course gave me an ear to ear grin before explaining what he had ordered for us. I hovered over the counter and inhaled the delicious smells, humming in satisfaction. I took another hit from the blunt then held it out to Choso.

“Appetizer?”

He chuckled and took it from my fingers, after inhaling sexily through his mouth then nose he passed it back to me.

“Thanks..{Y/N} right?”

“That’s me.”

I winked at him as I inhaled deeply then passed it to Todo.

“You’re Choso right? It’s about time I met your other brother Todo.”

I playfully slapped at Todo’s arm, that was easily bigger than my head. He chuckled and passed the blunt across the counter to Choso before shoving me jokingly and making me stumble.

“You already kicked my ass earlier was that not enough you big oaf?”

A roar of a laughter erupted from Todo’s chest, he hooked his massive arm around my neck and pulled me to him lovingly like he would’ve Yuji. I clawed at his forearm, he was slightly choking me out.

“You’ve come so far in our spares, but you’ll never beat me little sis!”

I gagged slightly as I laughed.

“Out of everyone here I don’t want you to be the one choking me, let go!”

I jabbed my elbow into his toned gut as I struggled for freedom, not noticing how Choso reacted to my comment. He continued to laugh heartily and tussle my hair roughly before releasing me from his grasp. It wasn’t til then that we realized Choso choking on the weed smoke and poorly attempting to hide it.

“Are you okay baby brother?”

“D-Don’t…*cough cough*…don’t call me..*cough*..that I’m older…*cough cough*”

I grabbed a bottle of water from our fridge and came to Choso’s side to swap it out with the blunt. As he raised his head to drink the water he glanced at my concerned expression, his face was bright red from coughing so hard and tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.

“You gonna make it?”

I chuckled and rubbed his shoulder gently. He choked on the water…

“Goodness brother!”

Todo ran up behind him, I saw the fear ignite in Choso’s eyes as he knew what was coming next.

“Todo maybe don’t-“

My concerns were voiced too late, Todo smacked him on the back a couple times trying to help. Choso coughed a few more times but surprisingly, it did help him stop choking.

“God you brute..”

Choso mumbled as he regained his breath. I couldn’t help but giggle, covering my face in the process as he glared at Todo. The blunt was out and our food was getting cold at this point so we all convened in the living room to chow down. I snagged the remote before Todo could, we always argued on what to watch so the rule was whoever touched the remote first got dibs. Naturally, I turned on one of my comfort shows -One Punch Man- to which Todo groaned once I hit play on the first episode of season one.

“You told me you liked this one why are you moaning and groaning?”

“It’s always a different cartoon.”

“It’s anime.”

Choso and I barked at him in unison, to which we looked to one another and grinned as we found a common interest. (That I definitely didn’t already know about psssh)

“What’s this one about again?”

I proceeded to stuff my face and overdump the lore of the series, complaining about how more isn’t animated because the manga is so wonderfully complex. Todo then compared himself to that of Saitama with godlike strength, I didn’t deny him only to get him to continue to the next episode to see what would happen next. Choso ate quietly and watched us converse, I would glance to him now and then with a ‘you know what I’m trying to say’ or ‘you understand this more I’m sure’. He would smile and nod as he took careful bites, slowly clearing his plate. After a handful of episodes our bellies were full, Todo collected our trash and took it out, leaving Choso and I alone.

“Wanna smoke? I don’t know what he’s told you, but I smoke a lot so if it bothers you I can go to my room.”

“Oh no it’s fine, I do too..”

His voice was deep, slightly raspy. It made me feel the butterflies fighting in my stomach as he spoke. I smiled, standing from the couch I watched the way his eyes trailed down my body.

“Cool, I’ll go roll up real quick then. Obviously make yourself at home, you know where the bathroom is already.”

I giggled as I spoke to him, turning on my heels to head to my room and retrieve the smokeables. I heard Todo reenter our home and have a much more quiet conversation with his brother. I tried to peer down the hall to hear them but was unsuccessful. I threw on a cropped sweatshirt jacket and lit the blunt between my lips. As I tip toed down the hall, still trying to listen to their hushed conversation, the floorboards played against me as I neared the entrance of the room. The creaking made the two men dart their attention backwards towards me, I strolled in casually and tossed a blunt in front of Choso and a joint in front of Todo.

“Talking shit about me while I’m rolling up for you two?”

Choso nervously shook his head no while Todo laughed.

“Yes little sis, I was telling him how much you stink after training.”

“Oh I won’t deny that, but it’s still not as bad as when you get back from sparing with Yuji.”

I chuckled back at him as I tossed him a lighter. I nodded to the back door, that lead to our small balcony patio, while toking heavily. Todo nodded and rose from his seat, motioning his brother to follow us. The back door would stick shut now and then from one time when Todo ran into it and fucked up the frame, so I always had to have him open it, I was not strong enough.

Upon Todo yanking the door open, his arm swung backwards aggressively and caused me to stumble…directly into Choso. His arms wrapped around my waist and torso as I fell, his fingers accidentally brushing over my chest. For a split second I felt a tinge of fire inside me.

“Shit..are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry for almost taking you out with me.”

“It wasn’t your fault, dumbass doesn’t know his own strength.”

We chuckled as I stumbled to my feet, Choso grabbed the dropped blunt and held it out to me with a smile. Todo hadn’t even realized what he’d done, proceeding to walk out onto our balcony and take a seat in his chair.

“You have got to be more aware of your surroundings dude.”

I spoke as I walked out and leaned against the railing to face him. He was puffing away on his tiny joint and already had some J-pop video pulled up on his phone. I scoffed and shook my head, turning to face the city and toke. Shit it went out. I went to turn around but Choso’s shoulder met mine as I spoke.

“Who has the-“

He was already holding the lighter out and wearing a beautiful smile.

“Oh, thanks ChoCho.”

“ChoCho?”

He giggled as he inhaled on his blunt, leaning over the railing beside me.

“I don’t know it just came out, that okay?”

“Yeah, thats fine. Sounds like something Yuji would say.”

He shook his head as his grin widened, I tried not to stare too long but he was very…pretty up close like this.

“He’s a sweetie, I love that kid.”

“You’ve met him?”

“He comes over a couple times a week, I school him in smash bros every time.”

He covered that gorgeous smile, laughing and turning over his shoulder to Todo before looking at me. His big brown eyes were shining with flecks of gold in the sunsets glow.

“Thanks for taking care of them..it’s not an easy task.”

“I think they’re good for me,”

I sighed, feeling the haziness settling in my eyes from the weed…maybe also from staring at the pretty emo boy.

“They remind me to not take shit so seriously all the time.”

We stared for a little too long in a sweet silence, I couldn’t help but take in all his features…I found my gaze darting to his lips and back to his eyes. He grinned, doing the same in response. Should I be doing this? That definitely ran through my head for a moment, but once he bit down on his bottom lip and looked out over the city again I felt myself pooling.

I reconnected my gaze to the horizon and puffed some more, my mind wandered to darker places..

“So what’s your favorite anime?”

“That’s a loaded question.”

I giggled, nodding in agreement.

“I’ve got time if you do.”

Spoken softly with a high smile, I peered to him from the corner of my eye. The blunt hung from his lips as he grinned, flashing me a similar look. We ended up getting into deep conversation about all our favorites and why they’re good in their own ways, all of which Todo was annoyed at. Mainly because he wanted us to play video games but we simply weren’t done discussing.

The sun had set, the chill of the night air began to nip at my skin sharply. I wasn’t sure when Todo had gone inside, but apparently we had been talking for a while. Thank god he left the door cracked at least, we trailed inside to escape the cold and to no surprise at all, Todo was passed out on the couch with some girly music mix playing semi-loudly on the tv. He could never hold his smoke, which is why I would usually give him a joint or a bowl instead of blunt or a dab. He must’ve been extra exhausted today.

We giggled at the sight, I pulled out my phone and snapped a quick picture, motioning a finger to my lips and a ‘shhh’ to Choso. He covered his mouth to muffle his laughter, I nodded my head for him to follow me down the hall. I led him to my room and closed the door behind us, finally letting out an audible laugh as I tossed my jacket onto my desk chair.

“I didn’t think he even smoked, I was surprised to see him with his own.”

“That is why he doesn’t often, he always passes out. I give him small stuff or a hit or two now and then when he’s in the mood for it.”

“Funny, that’s the first time I’ve ever smoked with him.”

“Have you not smoked with Yuji?”

“Yuji smokes?!”

“Oops.”

I covered my mouth as I stood with wide eyes.

“I wasn’t supposed to tell you that I guess.”

“I don’t care that he smokes, but I thought he’d at least come to me for it.”

“He brings his own over here and asks me to roll for him.”

“That little shit is stealing my weed.”

I erupted in laughter upon his realization, he shook his head and chuckled. I plopped down on my bed, the plush purple comforter poofing up slightly around me. I pat the spot next to be before reaching for the rolling tray and mason jar of weed on my nightstand. He gently took the seat beside me, our thighs a few inches apart, I got a whiff of his cologne when the blanket poofed around him. He smelled so fucking good…

He watched me quickly roll four more blunts and pass him one, dusting off my hands and putting the supplies back in their spot. He looked to me with a shocked expression.

“What?”

“You’re really good at that.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time a man’s told me that.”

I chuckled as I lit my blunt and passed him the lighter, once the smoke cleared I noticed the pink staining his cheeks.

“Should I be worried about your boyfriend walking in or something?”

He held the flame up, the warm glow illuminating his chiseled features.

“If I had one maybe. Kinda impossible when they find out I live with that muscle head.”

“Why’s that?”

“No one believes we aren’t fucking. Been that way since school.”

“And…you two haven’t?..ever?”

“God no, did he say otherwise?”

He shook his head profusely, worried he’d made an accusation that could get Todo in trouble.

“No, no. He told me you were pretty kept to yourself aside from training with him.”

“He say anything else?”

I leaned closer, peering into his doe eyes to question him further. He sucked in the smoke sharply as his eyes bounced from my chest to my face.

“Um, not that comes to my head..nothing bad..”

He stuttered as I studied him, my lashes fluttering at him innocently.

“What did you ask him about me?”

I grinned, reading him like an open book. His face turned red as he inhaled, coughing slightly as he released the smoke cloud.

“Just, who you are..stuff you like..”

“But you did ask him about me?”

I giggled, he looked nervous.

“Yeah..that okay?”

“Only if it’s okay that I asked about you too, a long time ago though.”

His anxiety eased and expression softened back into a half smile. He nodded his yes as he toked.

“How long ago?”

“When we moved in, I saw a few pictures of the three of you and I don’t know…you piqued my interest.”

“Any reason why?”

Fuck, alright. If living with Todo has given me anything it was confidence so let’s see where this goes, be smooth. I inhaled slowly before putting out the blunt. Leaning back against my headboard, I stretched my legs over Choso’s lap. As I exhaled I grinned and tapped my chin in thought.

“Hmmmm….dark hair, bedroom eyes, nice chains..I’m a sucker for a musician. Really if you just looked in the mirror it explains my type pretty well.”

He was looking down as his hand on my knee and smiling, smoke trailing from his lips. I swayed my knee side to side to pull his attention to my gaze.

“What about you?…What’s your type?”

His eyes connected with mine, he smiled and leaned over my body to put his blunt in the ashtray on the nightstand. His body hovering over mine he brought his face an inch away from my lips.

“Seems like you already know..”

His voice was low and hushed, my heart was racing.

“Can I be honest?”

I barely spoke above a whisper, his eyes trailed slowly along my features as he nodded.

“I want you.”

“Good.”

He cut off his own hushed tone by pressing his lips to mine sensually. He bit at my bottom lip lightly as his tongue found its way to my own, the fire inside me building rapidly. I pulled at his shirt, trying to bring him closer. He took the hint and placed himself between my legs, pushing them to the side with his knee as he leaned into me. He was muscular, but not overdone like his brother. A strong arm hooked under my waist brought my hips to his, his other hand quickly latched onto my throat as we feverishly nipped and kissed at one another. As he squeezed his fingers around my throat and the cold metal of his rings stung my flesh, a small moan escaped my lips.

He released my lips and chuckled, the pieces of his hair not tied back framing his face seductively.

“So you weren’t kidding about that?”

He squeezed tighter and watched my eyes roll back and my mouth fall open, he hooked a finger in my mouth and pulled my gaze to his, still tightly gripping my jaw and chin; his hands were massive. I whimpered at his dominant motions, his eyes piercing into my darkest desires.

“You think we’ll get in trouble for this?”

His husky tone paced with heavy breaths make me desperate for everything he was willing to give me.

“S’worth it if we do.”

He smiled devilishly and plunged his finger further into my mouth, I obediently sucked and swirled my tongue around it as he pulled it out slowly. He groaned at my actions, I felt him begin to rut against me as he kissed and nipped along my neck and down my chest. He made heavenly sounds in between light licks that trailed to my breasts. He lightly tugged at the already low neckline of my shirt, he watched my plush chest spring from the tight top, admiring the jewelry that adorned pretty pink buds. His tongue teased at them as his fingers pinched lightly at my flesh, I tangled my fingers into his hair and pulled him closer, attempting to hush my moans.

“..so pretty baby…”

His low and seductive voice hummed against my skin, sending cold chills through my body. His hands and lips continued to travel further down, he reached the waistband of my leggings and bit down on my hip, sucking and licking in a feverish attempt to leave a mark. He leaned back to review his work, satisfied and smirking at the purple mark he’d left behind. He chuckled and kissed it once more, mumbling under his breath.

“..mine now..”

He peered up to me as he hooked his fingers into my waistband, I lifted my hips for him to shimmy them down, leaving me in a pair of purple silk panties. I leaned up to grab at his shirt and yank it over his broad shoulders, feeling a little too exposed and alone. I took my top off the rest of the way after and pulled his face to mine once more, kissing him in a heated need. I pushed him backwards and fumbled with his belt, our hands both rushed to remove his pants as I realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His thick cock slapped up against his toned abdomen, the noise caught my attention as I pulled away from his lips. My eyes grew wide, I felt my face run hot and the pool between my legs increase. He chuckled and flipped his hair away from his face.

“Fuck…”

“You still want to?..I can eat you out if it’s too much…”

I connected my gaze with his, concern lacing his expression. I couldn’t help but smile bashfully and crawl into his lap, attacking his neck with sloppy kisses and bites.

“I need you Choso..”

I whispered as I nipped at his earlobe and rolled my hips against him. He groaned as his hands met my ass, squeezing and pushing me into him more, feeling the wetness that had already soaked my silk panties. His head rested in the crook of my neck as his voice vibrated against my skin.

“..fuck baby…mmm..need you so fucking bad…been teasing me since I got here..”

I giggled as his words, leaning back to peer down at him in all his glory.

“I knew you liked it..”

I rolled my hips against his pulsating member, precum soaking into the fabric of my panties. He groaned and bit his lip, eyeing me up and down as his hands roamed my body.

“Course I did..you’re fucking hot..can’t believe he gets to be the one to see you all the time…”

“Come visit more..”

Oh god, was I even sure what I meant by that? I definitely just confirmed that this wouldn’t be a one time thing..

“Yeah?..might have to..”

His lips attached to my chest again, fingers trailing down between us to my sopping core. I whimpered as he dipped below the thin fabric and plunged two fingers inside me, twirling them around my fluttering walls. I bit down on my lip and furrowed my brows, trying not to make much noise but he worked small moans and whines out of me rapidly.

“..so wet for me already…fuck…such a good girl f’me..”

“..Choso-O-o…ahh…please…”

“..please what baby?..”

I could hear the smirk in his voice as he fueled the fire in my core.

“..please fuck me..god I need you inside me…please…”

“..cum for me first pretty..wanna see you come undone…”

His thumb rubbed against my clit, shooting waves of pleasure through my veins. I rutted into his hand and whimpered as he bit down on my chest, his other hand attached to my throat and squeezed tightly. I clenched around his fingers as he pumped in and out of me, I couldn’t keep ahold of the knot inside me any longer. My eyes rolled back as my hips shook, I squirted into his lap and hand as his motions kept pace to ride me through my high.

“..god yes baby…that’s it keep going..fuck that’s hot..”

I began to whimper and whine at the overstimulation, he milked my juices from me aggressively causing another orgasm to take over my senses.

“..shit I need to be inside you..”

He tossed me backwards onto the mattress, propping one of my legs up on his shoulder and aligning himself at my entrance. He held my other thigh out, displaying my soaking cunt for his view. He licked his lips and rubbed his long, thick cock up and down my dripping folds collecting my wetness. He slapped my clit with the tip of his member, I squirmed and squeaked in pleasure to his delight.

“You ready pretty baby?”

God he sounded so fucking sexy, his voice raspy and lust drunk.

“Yes..please Choso..”

He smirked and began pushing himself into me, steadying himself with a hand gripping my thigh. I felt him stretching me, the pain mixing with pleasure made my eyes gloss over. I gasped and tried to grip at the sheets at the overwhelming sensation. He pressed a hand to my lower stomach, feeling himself bottom out inside of me as I panted and whimpered. He held himself there, throwing his head back and letting me engulf his throbbing member.

“..fuck you’re so tight…”

He slowly began moving, pushing in and out slowly as I clenched around him. Moans spilled from my mouth as his pace increased. He rhythmically thrusted into me, hair falling into his face as his mouth hung agape panting for air. Whimpers and low moans began to drip from his kiss swollen lips as he mumbled dirty praises.

“..oh my god baby…feels so fucking good..mmm…taking me so well..nnggh..”

“..cho-ooss-ssoo…mmmmm…”

I stuttered through his thrusts, his pace increasing rapidly as he chased his high.

“..you’re so fucking pretty…letting me stretch you out like this…mmmm…such a perfect little pussy..”

I have never been fucked like this..he was so vocal and showering me in filthy praise..all while pounding into my sweet spot so perfectly…everything about him was making me writhe in pleasure.

A hand attached to my throat while the other bruised perfect fingertips into my thigh, he was filling me up relentlessly. His grip was much rougher this time, the metal of his rings scraping against my skin as he choked me harder, I felt myself clenching around him tightly; my end nearing.

“..you love that don’t you baby?…I can feel how close you’re getting for me..”

“…s-so b-big..unngg…ch-chos…yes…yes…”

“..awe you’re taking me s’good pretty baby..c’mon you can handle a little more..we’re just getting started..”

He pumped into me furiously, my senses were fucked as my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I screamed in pleasure. His large hand quickly covered my mouth, he leaned down, my thigh now squished against my chest giving him a deeper angle as his pace slowed.

“..shhh..don’t wanna get us caught do you baby?…want me to fill you up right?”

I nodded profusely, he removed his hand and gripped my jaw tightly, an evil smile plastered across his face. Holy fuck he’s so hot…

“..I’ll make you scream my name next time I promise…bite..”

He placed his thumb in my mouth as he spoke, I gazed at him with a fucked out expression and did as he said. He had me in the palm of his hand, melted and ready to bend to his will. His paced steadily increased at the new angle, I wasn’t able to form words as my body quaked beneath him, another orgasm gushing from me. His darkness took over as he relentlessly pounded into me, my legs shook as I bit down harshly on his thumb, we were being drenched and I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. His own whimpers and moans became louder and strained as he spoke.

“…oh fuck…yeah baby just like that…ugnnh…fuck fuck…s’fucking wet…all f’me…hmmm…”

His arms wrapped around me, his chains dragging and bouncing across my chest as he rutted into me, face buried in my neck peppering sloppy kisses and rough bites.

“..pretty girl…mmm….gonna make you mine baby…”

I clenched around him, my legs going numb at the overstimulation.

“…fuck that feels so good…cum on my cock again baby girl…mmmm…make a mess for me…”

He pulled my hands up, pinning them to the pillows with one hand while the other trailed between us and rubbed skilled circles on my clit. I gasped and whimpered at his touch, my body shaking again. I could feel him throbbing inside of me as his thrusts became rushed and sloppy, I clenched around his pulsating cock, cumming for the fourth time.

“..mmmmm that’s my girl…”

He moaned as his brows furrowed and his breaths became sharp, soft whimpers escaping his lips.

“..Ch-chosoo…feels s’good..ah!..”

“..oh god baby I’m..fuck fuck….ohhhh!”

His steady pace became staggered as he pumped thick hot ropes along my walls, he whined and moaned as his hips twitched against me riding out his high. He slowed and collapsed on top of me, both of us sweaty and covered in cum. His strong arms wrapped around my petite form and held me tight as his placed gentle kisses along my chest trying to catch his breath.

“So…can I visit again soon..”

I giggled at his innocent mumblings, sounding much softer and bashful compared to a few moments ago. He peered up to meet my gaze questioningly.

“I wouldn’t mind, how long you give it before he finds out?”

“Surely a while, he’s not that smart. Long as you stay quiet.”

I pulled his grin to mine, tangling our lips together once more softly. He hummed into the kiss, his hand coming to cup my cheek and deepen the sensual moment.

“You make it hard to stay quiet.”

He chuckled and thrusted into me once more, causing me to moan, before pulling out of me completely. We both gasped and whined at the lack of sensation, taking careful breaths to regain our senses.

He rose to his knees, placing my thighs on either side of him as he began massaging my tender muscles and taking full view of the mess he’d made of me. He smirked and bit at his bottom lip.

“You’re so beautiful baby…”

I blushed at his sweet actions and gentle tone, he had flipped a switch quickly and the butterflies swarmed once more within me.

Once we were cleaned up, (as much as we could without a shower) we clothed ourselves and ripped the soaked comforter off my bed to toss in the wash later. He leaned back on the bed, I lit a blunt and crawled on top of him, placing it between his lips. He lifted the bottom of my baggy t shirt and toyed lazily with the waistband of my fresh panties as he inhaled and stared back at me.

“What are you thinking about?”

He slightly furrowed his brows at my love struck expression as he passed the blunt back to me.

“How pretty you are..how big your cock is…”

I giggled and toked away, thick clouds rising from my lips. He smiled and lightly smacked my ass.

“S’all yours babygirl, whenever you want me.”

“Whenever I want?”

“Anything for my pretty girl, whenever she wants.”

I put the blunt between his lips and peppered kisses down his neck, we both would have some marks to cover up this week..

“I like the way that sounds…”

“Good.”

———

We smoked the other two blunts and talked before realizing how late it had gotten…I offered for him to stay and sneak out to the couch, forgetting that Todo had fallen asleep there. Around 5am when our eyes got heavy, we exchanged a few last kisses and sweet words before tiptoeing out to the living room. As we came out the hallway entrance, the goddamned floorboards creaked again. A dim light was on in the kitchen, barely illuminating the towering form we both knew well. *flick* The overhead light came on, our heads snapped to the side in unison…caught. Todo was in his workout gear stirring a cup of tea and staring at us, an eyebrow raised and smirk growing. I sighed and dropped my shoulders, covering my face in embarrassment and bracing myself. Todo chuckled lightly before sipping his tea, letting us be tortured by this awkward silence for a few more moments..

“Go to bed. We have training in a few hours.”

I looked to Choso, sad I couldn’t kiss him one last time. He peered back to me with a similar expression, he lightly touched my hand as he turned towards the front door and took a step.

“Both of you.”

“What?”

Choso stopped and looked to me then his brother, confused.

“You should stay brother, it’s dangerous to drive after staying up so late.”

Todo sipped his tea casually, peering into us innocently. I couldn’t help but let a smile creep in, I extended my hand out to Choso. He looked a bit scared to take it, but did it anyways, cautiously eyeing down his brother.

“Thanks Todo..”

I mumbled as I began to pull Choso back down the hall.

“Keep it down…and use protection!”

Choso and I giggled and scoffed as Todo’s voice echoed down the hall.

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Okie dokie, hope y’all enjoyed😉❤️‍🔥

[dejwrld]

˚₊𓆩༺🎸༻𓆪₊˚ — summer of 22', choso kamo

y/n l/n moves to japan for the summer alongside her ballet coach and godmother utahime iori to attend a huge ballet convention for many ballerinas worldwide. entering the summer with just ballet on her mind, those priorities are put to the side when she meets record player shop employee and skateboarder choso kamo. the two of them being opposite of a coin seem to mesh together perfectly after y/n stumbles into the shop he works at out of pure curiosity. which is the start of both of them having the summer of their lifetime. a summer filled with fun, ballet, skateboarding, friendship, and obviously love.

ᩍ before reading please be advised of the following warnings: female reader, female anatomy described, written with black reader in mind, ballet dancer!reader, skater boy/band member!choso, non curse au, noritishi and choso are cousins in this ok!, first & second year trio are aged up for plot purposes, the adults in the jjk world actually trying to guide the youngins, mentions of retired rockstar!geto suguru, mentions retired ballet dancer!utahime iori, tooth-rotting fluff, smut in some portions, this lowkey self-indulgent, very fast-paced series, love at first sight trope, each chapter will have individual warnings, update dates could change or be delayed | mdni, taglist form, other creations

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— (i) // who the hell listens to classical music — (ii) // lost guitar picks and late nights — (iii) // fireworks and first kisses — (iv) // late night sleepover — (v) // goodbye for now — (epilogue) // 5 years later

Y/N LN ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ CHOSO KAMO

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⸻ ✧ other chars.

— noritoshi kamo, twenty-two, drummer, employee at suguru's record shop — todo aoi, twenty-two, club security guard, tattoo artist apprentic — momo nishimiya, twenty-two, ballet dancer, part-time dance instructor at utahime's dance studio — yuji itadori, eighteen, college freshman, intern at kento's publishing, undecided major — megumi fushiguro, eighteen, freshman, cafe shop employee, art major — nobara kugisaki, eighteen, freshman, cafe shop employee, fashion merchadise major

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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⸻ ✧ playlist.

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[jazzandother-blog]

An unrepeatable generation coming to an end. RIP Roy Haynes (1925-2024).

Roy Haynes en una actuación en 2015 (Jack Vartoogian/Getty Images)

(English / Español / Italiano)

The jazz drummer Roy Haynes, who played with other jazz greats such as Louis Armstrong, Charlie Parker, Chick Corea, Sarah Vaughan, Thelonius Monk, Miles Davis, Bud Powell and Pat Metheny, died on Tuesday 12 November at the age of 99.

His daughter, Leslie Haynes-Gilmore, told The New York Times that her father, born in Roxbury, now part of Boston, on 13 March 1925, died after a brief illness.

Haynes was considered one of the most remarkable jazz drummers of all time, with an extensive career during which he collaborated with the most prominent jazz musicians in his country. Haynes was still a teenager when he made his professional debut in the 1940s in the big bands of Frankie Newton and Louis Russell (1945-1947).

He then went on to play with tenor sax master Lester Young (1947-1949) and between 1949 and 1952 was part of Charlie Parker's quintet. He accompanied the singer Sarah Vaughan on the jazz circuits in the United States between 1953 and 1958 and when he finished that job he recorded with Thelonious Monk, George Shearing and Lennie Tristano among others and occasionally replaced Elvin Jones in John Coltrane's quartet.

He was involved in the direction of the original soundtrack for the film Bird, directed by Clint Eastwood in 1988, and was awarded the 1994 Danish Jazzpar Prize.

In the late 1990s, Haynesformed a trio with pianist Danilo Pérez and bassist John Pattitucci, and they recorded an album: The Roy Haynes Trio featuring Danilo Pérez & John Pattitucci (2000). In 2001 he released Birds of a Feather: A Tribute to Charlie Parker, followed by Love Letters (2003), and Quite Fires and Fountain of Youth, both from 2004, the year he was inducted into the Down Beat Jazz Hall of Fame.

His last album was Whereas, released in 2006.

In 2011 he received the Grammy Award for his artistic career.

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El baterista de jazz Roy Haynes, que tocó con otros grandes de ese género musical, como Louis Armstrong, Charlie Parker, Chick Corea, Sarah Vaughan, Thelonius Monk, Miles Davis, Bud Powell o Pat Metheny, ha fallecido este martes 12 de noviembre, a los 99 años.

Su hija, Leslie Haynes-Gilmore, dijo al diario The New York Times que su padre, nacido en Roxbury, hoy parte de Boston, el 13 de marzo de 1925, murió después de una breve enfermedad.

Haynes era considerado uno de los más notables bateristas de jazz de todos los tiempos, con una extensa carrera durante la cual colaboró con los más destacados músicos del género en su país. Haynes todavía era un adolescente cuando hizo su debut profesional en los años 40 en las "big bands" de Frankie Newton y Louis Russell (1945-1947).

Luego pasó a tocar con el maestro del saxo tenor Lester Young (1947-1949) y entre 1949 y 1952 formó parte del quinteto de Charlie Parker. Acompañó a la cantante Sarah Vaughan, por los circuitos del jazz en los Estados Unidos entre 1953 y 1958 y cuando finalizó ese trabajo grabó con Thelonious Monk, George Shearing y Lennie Tristano entre otros y ocasionalmente sustituía a Elvin Jones en el cuarteto de John Coltrane.

Participó en la dirección de la banda sonora original de la película Bird, dirigida por Clint Eastwood en 1988, y fue premiado en 1994 con el premio Danish Jazzpar.

A finales de los años 90, Haynes formó un trío con el pianista Danilo Pérez y el bajista John Pattitucci, y grabaron un disco: The Roy Haynes Trío featuring Danilo Pérez & John Pattitucci (2000). En el año 2001 publicó Birds of a Feather: A Tribute to Charlie Parker, al que siguieron Love Letters (2003), y Quite Fires y Fountain of Youth, ambos de 2004, año en el que entró en el Down Beat Jazz Hall of Fame.

Su último disco publicado fue Whereas, de 2006.

En 2011 recibió el Premio Grammy a la carrera artística.

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Il batterista Roy Haynes, che ha suonato con altri grandi del jazz come Louis Armstrong, Charlie Parker, Chick Corea, Sarah Vaughan, Thelonius Monk, Miles Davis, Bud Powell e Pat Metheny, è morto martedì 12 novembre all'età di 99 anni.

Sua figlia, Leslie Haynes-Gilmore, ha dichiarato al New York Times che suo padre, nato a Roxbury, ora parte di Boston, il 13 marzo 1925, è morto dopo una breve malattia.

Haynes è stato considerato uno dei più notevoli batteristi jazz di tutti i tempi, con una lunga carriera durante la quale ha collaborato con i più importanti musicisti jazz del suo Paese. Haynes era ancora un adolescente quando fece il suo debutto professionale negli anni '40 nelle big band di Frankie Newton e Louis Russell (1945-1947).

Ha poi suonato con il maestro del sax tenore Lester Young (1947-1949) e tra il 1949 e il 1952 ha fatto parte del quintetto di Charlie Parker. Accompagnò la cantante Sarah Vaughan nei circuiti jazz degli Stati Uniti tra il 1953 e il 1958 e, una volta terminato questo lavoro, registrò tra gli altri con Thelonious Monk, George Shearing e Lennie Tristano e occasionalmente sostituì Elvin Jones nel quartetto di John Coltrane.

Ha partecipato alla direzione della colonna sonora originale del film Bird, diretto da Clint Eastwood nel 1988, ed è stato premiato con il Danish Jazzpar Prize del 1994.

Alla fine degli anni Novanta Haynes haformato un trio con il pianista Danilo Pérez e il bassista John Pattitucci, con cui ha registrato un album: The Roy Haynes Trio featuring Danilo Pérez & John Pattitucci (2000). Nel 2001 ha pubblicato Birds of a Feather: A Tribute to Charlie Parker, seguito da Love Letters (2003) e da Quite Fires e Fountain of Youth, entrambi del 2004, anno in cui è stato inserito nella Down Beat Jazz Hall of Fame.

Il suo ultimo album è stato Whereas, pubblicato nel 2006.

Nel 2011 ha ricevuto il Grammy Award per la sua carriera artistica.

Source: RTVE.es/EFE

[loneworldgazer]

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[theforbiddeneden]

An Offering From Drumeo | Sleep Token II/ Uma Oferenda da Drumeo | Sleep Token II

II: I am II and this is an offering from Drumeo.

II: Eu sou o II e esta é uma oferenda do Drumeo.

Interviewer: Well, to all of you out there watching – this is going to be a really special Drumeo live feature, because this is the first recorded video interview that any member of Sleep Token has ever done and we’re honored that II has decided to do this with us. So welcome here, thanks for tuning in! And for any of you who don’t know who II is: he’s a founding member and the drummer for the anonymous band Sleep Token. They just put out a brand new album this year called Take Me Back to Eden, which is one of my personal favorite albums of this year – of 2023. I highly recommend you go check it out because it’s unreal and II’s playing is incredible. But before we jump into the interview – what you see here on the YouTube channel just scratches the surface of what we do here at Drumeo. Inside of our membership, we have thousands of song transcriptions with drumless tracks, including tons of stuff from Sleep Token. We have a full method that will teach you anything and everything about playing the drums. So if you want to check that out, there’s a link down below – drumeo.com/trial – and you can see everything we’re up to in the members area. We’re going to get into it: we’re going to be talking about II’s drumming, we’re going to be talking about some Sleep Token songs, and II is going to be playing a bunch of tracks. Let’s get right into it! Here we go.

Entrevistador: Bem, para todos vocês assistindo – esta será uma entrevista especial ao vivo do Drumeo, porque este é o primeiro vídeo gravado de uma entrevista que qualquer membro do Sleep Token já fez e estamos honrados que o II tenha decidido fazer isso conosco. Então, bem-vindo! E para qualquer um de vocês que não sabe quem é II: ele é um membro fundador e o baterista da banda anônima Sleep Token. Eles acabaram de lançar um novo álbum este ano chamado "Take Me Back to Eden", que é um dos meus álbuns favoritos deste ano – de 2023. Eu recomendo fortemente que você dê uma olhada porque é incrível e a performance de II é incrível.

Mas antes de começarmos a entrevista – o que você vê aqui no canal do YouTube é apenas uma amostra do que fazemos aqui no Drumeo. Dentro da nossa assinatura, temos milhares de transcrições de músicas com faixas sem bateria, incluindo muitas coisas do Sleep Token. Temos um método completo que ensinará tudo sobre tocar bateria. Então, se você quiser conferir, há um link abaixo – drumeo.com/trial – e você pode ver tudo o que estamos fazendo na área de membros.

Vamos começar: vamos falar sobre a bateria do II, vamos falar sobre algumas músicas do Sleep Token, e II vai tocar várias faixas. Vamos direto ao assunto! Aqui vamos nós.

Interviewer: So, from the drums, you can hear lots of influences just in your playing. You can hear rock, metal, electronic music. How do you apply all of this within your drum parts?

Entrevistador:Então, pela bateria, você pode ouvir muitas influências apenas na sua maneira de tocar. Você pode ouvir rock, metal, música eletrônica. Como você aplica tudo isso nas suas partes de bateria?

II: I’ve always personally taken a lot of inspiration from the UK dance music scene. Listening to various subgenres of drum and bass, specifically, allowed me to incorporate stylistic traits from those genres into my vocabulary as a drummer.

II: Sempre tirei muita inspiração da cena musical de dança do Reino Unido. Ouvir vários subgêneros de bateria e baixo, especificamente, me permitiu incorporar traços estilísticos desses gêneros no meu vocabulário como baterista.

Interviewer: So, over the three Sleep Token records, how has your playing evolved from the first to the last album?

Entrevistador: Então, ao longo dos três discos do Sleep Token, como sua forma de tocar evoluiu do primeiro ao último álbum?

II: I would say that while my stylistic approach and goals have generally stayed the same, my vocabulary on the kit has expanded. I try to work on not always using the same phrases, or using those phrases in the same voicing, to ensure the parts remain somewhat interesting. However, this in itself is a continual work in progress. As a player, I will admit that I – like others – don’t always achieve this. But to me, that is very, very much all part of the journey itself.

II: Eu diria que embora minha abordagem estilística e meus objetivos tenham permanecido geralmente os mesmos, meu vocabulário na bateria se expandiu. Tento trabalhar para não usar sempre as mesmas batidas, ou usar essas batidas na mesma voz, para garantir que as partes permaneçam um tanto interessantes. No entanto, isto por si só é um trabalho contínuo em progresso. Como músico, admito que eu – como outros – nem sempre consigo isso. Mas para mim, isso faz parte da jornada em si.

II: As I mentioned, I’m also a big fan of R&B and pop, which has worked its way into my playing. I grew up primarily playing metal, so the next obvious step for me was to blend these other styles in amongst heavier playing to add versatility to my drum parts.

II: Como mencionei, também sou um grande fã de R&B e pop, o que influenciou minha forma de tocar. Eu cresci tocando principalmente metal, então o próximo passo óbvio para mim foi misturar esses outros estilos com uma forma de tocar mais pesada para adicionar versatilidade às minhas partes de bateria.

Interviewer: So, when you’re developing your drum parts for the albums, are you just coming up with those yourself before the rest of the song is built or are you hearing the other instrument parts first and then basing your parts off of that?

Entrevistador: Então, quando você está desenvolvendo suas partes de bateria para os álbuns, você mesmo as cria antes do resto da música ser construída ou você está ouvindo as outras partes do instrumento primeiro e depois baseando suas partes nisso?

II: Most – if not all – of the time, I try to pay close attention to the vocals and figure out any specific syllables that can benefit from accents on the kit. I sometimes use the vocal line as a guide of sorts to dance in between what’s being sung, too. Filling in those gaps, if you will. Typically speaking, songs don’t start from a particular drum part, although this isn’t necessarily deliberate. Another element I look for when writing are any specific syncopation[s] that the drums must match. This could be a pattern on the guitar, a breakdown of sorts, something… something electronic … But I feel this takes away a lot of the guesswork when initially writing parts and provides me with a clearer idea of the song in question.

II: Na maior parte – senão em todo –do tempo, tento prestar muita atenção aos vocais e descobrir quaisquer sílabas específicas que possam se beneficiar dos acentos da bateria. Às vezes, uso a linha vocal como uma espécie de guia para dançar entre o que está sendo cantado também. Preenchendo essas lacunas, se você quiser.

Normalmente falando, as músicas não começam com uma parte específica da bateria, embora isso não seja necessariamente deliberado. Outro elemento que procuro ao escrever são quaisquer síncopes específicas que a bateria deva corresponder. Isso pode ser um padrão na guitarra, uma espécie de quebra, algo… algo eletrônico… Mas sinto que isso elimina muitas das suposições ao escrever inicialmente as partes e me fornece uma ideia mais clara da música em questão.

Interviewer: So, around the kit, you can see you’re using lots of different linear stockings and sticking patterns. What are some of the ones that you would say define your drumming?

Entrevistador: Então, em torno da bateria, você pode ver que está usando muita bateria linear(linear drumming) e padrões de baquetas(sticking patterns) diferentes. Quais são alguns dos que você diria que definem sua forma de tocar bateria?

II: I’ve always been a big Eric Moore fan, and gospel drummers in general, that I’ve taken a lot of influence from. A couple of Eric’s licks find their way into my playing. As an example, I use an eight-note linear phrase, which is played as right-left-right-left-kick, right-left-kick. That, along with a phrase called the ‘3-1-3-2’, which is a triplet phrasing of nine notes played as right-left-right-kick, right-left-right again on the hands, and then finished with two notes on the kick. What I particularly like about this phrasing is that it’s three notes short of resolving itself. So, as a drummer, you’re forced to be creative with those last three notes and finish the sticking – the phrasing – in any way you see fit.

II: Sempre fui um grande fã de Eric Moore, e de bateristas gospel em geral, dos quais recebi muita influência. Algumas batidas de Eric entram na minha forma de tocar. Como exemplo, uso um ritmo linear de oito notas, que é tocada como bumbo direito-esquerdo-direito-esquerdo, bumbo direito-esquerdo. Isso, junto com um ritmo de chamada '3-1-3-2', que é um ritmo triplo de nove notas tocadas com bumbo direito-esquerdo-direito, direita-esquerda-direita novamente nas mãos e depois finalizado com duas notas no bumbo. O que eu particularmente gosto nesse ritmo é que faltam três notas para ele se resolver. Então, como baterista, você é forçado a ser criativo com as últimas três notas e terminar com as baquetas– o ritmo– da maneira que achar melhor.

II: Additionally, I’m a big fan of the standard paradiddle. I use this as a chop starter often, as I feel it’s an organic way to prepare the listener for a slightly busier section within the drums themselves.

II: Além disso, sou um grande fã do Paradiddle Padrão (Standard Paradiddle). Eu uso isso frequentemente como um ponto de partida, pois sinto que é uma maneira orgânica de preparar o ouvinte para uma seção um pouco mais movimentada dentro da própria bateria.

II: I also use the six stroke roll often in various elements of my playing – whether it’s groove- or fill-based. Another song I enjoy playing live is entitled ‘Like That’. This is from our second record. Arguably, the drum parts in that song are, to this day, my favorite that I’ve written.

II: Eu também uso o rulo(Stroke Roll) de seis tempos frequentemente em vários elementos do meu jeito de tocar – seja baseado em groove ou preenchimento(fill-based). Outra música que gosto de tocar ao vivo se chama ‘Like That’. É do nosso segundo disco. Indiscutivelmente, as partes de bateria dessa música são, até hoje, as minhas favoritas que já escrevi.

Interviewer: So, when you’re performing live with Sleep Token, do you try to stay true to the record or are you actually taking quite a few creative liberties in the live set?

Entrevistador: Então, quando você está se apresentando ao vivo com o Sleep Token, você tenta se manter fiel ao disco ou está realmente tomando algumas liberdades criativas no set ao vivo?

II: I would say that most of the parts that I tend to play in a live setting vary drastically to what was tracked on the record itself. This happens for a number of reasons. Sometimes, when I have more time to sit with a finished track, while rehearsing for a tour, I can look at it through a different lens and subsequently come up with a more interesting variation live. On the other hand, these things can happen more naturally and take on a different feel or sticking due to simply playing a certain song for long periods of time across touring. There are, of course, certain parts in each song that must remain true to the original. This could be a syncopated guitar part or even an electronic part on the pads that serves more of a supporting role within the song.

II: Eu diria que a maioria das partes que costumo tocar ao vivo variam drasticamente em relação ao que foi gravado no próprio disco. Isso acontece por vários motivos. Às vezes, quando tenho mais tempo para sentar com uma faixa finalizada, enquanto ensaio para uma turnê, posso olhar para ela através de lentes diferentes e, posteriormente, criar uma variação mais interessante ao vivo. Por outro lado, essas coisas podem acontecer de forma mais natural e assumir uma sensação ou aderência diferente simplesmente por tocar uma determinada música por longos períodos de tempo durante a turnê. É claro que existem certas partes em cada música deve permanecer fiéis ao original. Pode ser uma parte sincopada de guitarra ou até mesmo uma parte eletrônica nos pads de bateria que desempenha mais um papel de apoio na música.

Interviewer: So, who are some of your favorite drummers who have influenced your playing over the years?

Entrevistador: Então, quem são alguns dos seus bateristas favoritos que influenciaram sua forma de tocar ao longo dos anos?

II: When I first started playing, I – like many others in my generation – were heavily into drummers such as Joey Jordison, Matt from the band Mudvayne, as well as the more extreme speed players, such as Derek Roddy.

II: Quando comecei a tocar, eu – como muitos outros da minha geração – gostava muito de bateristas como Joey Jordison, Matt da banda Mudvayne, e também músicos de velocidade mais extrema, como Derek Roddy.

II: I was very much obsessed with the gospel style of playing. I spent most of my early adulthood studying players.

II: Eu estava muito obcecado com o estilo gospel de tocar. Passei a maior parte da minha vida adulta estudando bateristas.

II: Tony Royster Jr., Eric Moore, Thomas Pridgen. Slowing down … Simply slowing down YouTube videos in a feeble attempt to understand their concepts, their stickings and influences. These days, I would describe my playing style as a mixture of that signature Abe Cunningham, Deftones-inspired heavier sort of grooving with a linear style gospel influence.

II: Tony Royster Jr., Eric Moore, Thomas Pridgen. Desacelerando… Simplesmente indo mais devagar os vídeos do YouTube em uma tentativa fraca de entender seus conceitos, suas dificuldades e influências. Hoje em dia, eu descreveria meu estilo de tocar como uma mistura daquele tipo de groove mais pesado, característico de Abe Cunningham, inspirado no Deftones, com uma influência gospel de estilo linear.

Interviewer: So, II, what are some of your favorite Sleep Token songs to perform live?

Entrevistador: Então, II, quais são suas músicas favoritas do Sleep Token para tocar ao vivo?

II: I’ve always enjoyed playing a song from our first record entitled Sundowning called ‘Higher’. The parts in that song have always felt very interactive to me, very fun to play, while maintaining a fair deal of variance across the song itself. In regards to any newer material, I enjoy playing a track called ‘The Summoning’ due to the live addition of a drum solo that gives me a little a little more creative freedom, as well as its challenging feel.

II: Sempre gostei de tocar uma música do nosso primeiro disco, intitulada Sundowning, chamada ‘Higher’. As partes dessa música sempre foram muito interativas para mim, muito divertidas de tocar, embora mantendo uma boa variação na música em si. Em relação a qualquer material mais recente, gosto de tocar uma faixa chamada ‘The Summoning’ devido à adição ao vivo de um solo de bateria que me dá um pouco mais de liberdade criativa, bem como a sua sensação desafiadora.

Interviewer: Well, that’s going to conclude this stream with II from Sleep Token. II, thank you for being here and sharing your insights into Sleep Token’s music. And with that, we’re going to close with some final pieces of music from Sleep Token and I’ll leave this one to II. Take care, everyone!

Entrevistador: Bem, vamos encerrar esta transmissão com II do Sleep Token. II, obrigado por estar aqui e compartilhar seus insights sobre a música do Sleep Token. E com isso vamos encerrar com algumas músicas finais do Sleep Token e deixarei essa para II. Se cuidem, pessoal!

CR:

Transcription English Version, click here

Portuguese translation theforbiddeneden

[andy-deer]

Adam's dialogues are such a drag to hear in English...but in the Spanish dub????? It's actually good????????????

"Oh really? I didn't see this giant fucking shield in front of me you dumb bitch! No shit!" doesn't hit as well as "Ah! No me digas! No había visto ese escudo más grande que tú puta madre! Tonta de los cojones!"

(ah! Don't tell me! I hadn't seen that shield bigger that your whore mother! You [dumb of balls])

I feel like the spanish adaptation is more varied on swearing and original overall?????

I have another example

"So I was playing this gig! And for some fucking reason this virtue chick was digging on the drummer, and it's like do you know who I am? I'm fucking Adam I am the original dick! All dicks descend from me! You think you want drummer dick? No way! I'm the dick-fuckin-master! So anyway, then we fucked, and it was awesome..."

Fuck -4 Dicks -4

"TOOOTal que estaba en un bolo y no se porqué coño una pava del público se pilló del batería. Y yo en plan: nena, ¿Sabes quién soy yo? Soy el puto Adán, soy la polla original, todos los rabos descienden del mío, ¿y quieres rabo de batería? ¡Ni hablar! ¡soy el puto amo de las pollas! Vamos, al final acabamos follando y fue la hostia..."

Coño -1 Puto -2 Polla- 1 Rabo -2 Follar- 1 hostia - 1

[ahjdaily]

Interview: The colorful, creative, and methodical world of Albert Hammond Jr (Rockaxis)

By Bastián Fernández

Rockaxis speaks with Albert about his new album and his collaboration with the drummer of the Arctic Monkeys.

This interview is solely in Spanish. Because the website is viewed through a reader, there is no translation link. However, the reader allows users to highlight portions of the interview for translation. To do so, select a portion of the interview, right-click, then press "Traducir" Please note, the translation may not be not entirely accurate.

For archival purposes, full text is stored below.

El músico conversó con Rockaxis sobre “Melodies on Hiatus”, su nuevo álbum y la inesperada colaboración con Matt Helders de Arctic Monkeys. «Me encanta como toca la batería, siempre estuvo la idea de que tocara en un disco o alguna canción», detalla.

Una anomalía en la música popular es la historia de Albert Hammond Jr., no solo por haber sido un elemento clave en la construcción del sonido de The Strokes –la banda que redefinió el sonido de las guitarras a principios de siglo–, sino porque pudo crear su camino y jamás vivir bajo la sombra de su papá, el mítico cantante con el que comparte nombre. A sus 43 años parece estar mejor que nunca: su banda madre atraviesa un gran momento de estabilidad, incluso se quedaron con un Grammy por su disco “The New Abnormal” (2020), sus problemas con las drogas son cosa del pasado y este 2023 publicó “Melodies on Hiatus”, un ambicioso álbum solista de 19 canciones en el que deja en claro que lo suyo son las melodías pop. Para esta entrevista no apareció en cámara, solo su voz y una foto de él sonriendo y sosteniendo a su hija dan a entender que es el guitarrista de The Strokes quien está hablando. Entre pregunta y pregunta, va dando cuenta de que está pasando un periodo tranquilo en su vida, incluso se anima a decir chistes sobre las consultas clásicas que aparecen en las ruedas de prensa. «Oh, ustedes (los periodistas) son tan obvios», dice riendo después de dos insistentes consultas sobre una anécdota de sus noches junto al baterista de Arctic Monkeys. Pero para el guitarrista esto funciona igual que en el fútbol: lo que pasa en el camarín, se queda en el camarín.

El mundo del histriónico músico siempre ha estado lleno de colores claros y ropa ochentera, pero es recién ahora que explora todo ese universo en su música. Desde colaboraciones con raperos como GoldLink, hasta sintetizadores con sonidos espaciales aparecen en su nueva colección de canciones. El álbum también funciona como una antítesis a “Francis Trouble” (2018), el que fue inspirado en su fallecido hermano que no alcanzó a nacer. Cuenta que está en una intensa fase creativa, que incluso tuvo que forzarse a parar de hacer melodías para enfocarse en lo que ya tenía. Pensó en algún momento la posibilidad de hacer un álbum doble por todo el material que acumuló. «El plan nunca fue “vamos a hacer 20 canciones”, solo empecé a grabar y fue muy divertido. La verdad quería seguir. Después sentí esa necesidad de soltar esta colección de canciones, eso es algo que te permite empezar desde nuevos lugares cuando lo haces otra vez», detalla. ¿Su gran complicación en este proceso? Las letras. En reiteradas entrevistas ha confesado que es algo que le cuesta bastante, así que en esa búsqueda de ayuda llegó a la canadiense Simon Wilcox, quien firma como coautora en canciones de Selena Gómez, Nick Jonas y Carly Rae Jepsen. Por las restricciones sanitarias tuvieron que trabajar a distancia, sus mejores aliados fueron las llamadas telefónicas y después de un año de trabajo pudieron verse cara a cara. “Melodies on Hiatus” no es un álbum sobre cómo Albert vivió en su casa el periodo del COVID-19, ni reflexiones sobre el encierro. «La única cosa que tiene que ver con la pandemia es que se retrasó el lanzamiento, se supone que debió salir en 2021», le comentó a Stereogum. Para él todo esto se trata sobre melodías, sonidos y capturar la atención, en su visión las letras y la voz son un instrumento más. Según él, la música y la composición se trata de ir navegando. «Es más como jugar un videojuego, uno de esos con historias, como Zelda. A veces parte todo desde un chiste tonto, pero las cosas tontas también son serias, más que pensar en algo que no he hecho, algo que no he escuchado, o en lo que soy bueno, a la hora de crear todo es sobre dejarte llevar», afirma.

Ha pasado mucho tiempo desde “Francis Trouble”, el último álbum solista que publicaste. ¿Cómo ha ido la vida en este tiempo?

Bien. Siento que es menos tiempo, porque no cuento esos dos años de la pandemia en los que todo se atascó. Pero todo va bien.

Creo que con este álbum no estás mirando hacia atrás, ni te atascaste con nostalgia en alguna época, algo que se está viendo harto en los artistas que aparecieron al inicio de los 2000. ¿Qué cosas te inspiran a estar mirando hacia el futuro?

Aprecio lo que dices, pero no lo sé. Solo hago lo que siento, trato de no hacer algo que no se sienta normal para mí. Es difícil responder esto. Me encanta crear cosas, partes o melodías que busquen sentimientos, que los fans los disfruten. Trato de estar constantemente desarrollándome, aprendiendo cosas, buscando ideas, deconstruyendo canciones, hacer temas en los que no existan guitarras y ver qué pasa con eso. No lo sé. Me gustaría tener una respuesta, pero a veces las cosas no necesitan una (ríe).

¿Cómo funciona ese proceso creativo? ¿Tienes un momento del día en el que tomas la guitarra o solo esperas la inspiración?

En mi rutina, trabajo más practicando con la guitarra, eso me lleva a grabaciones randoms, ideas en piano y guitarra. Hay días en los que trabajo en base a todo eso que voy juntando, hay lugares a los que quiero volver, trato de recortar esas partes y ver qué se puede hacer. A veces estás con la idea de hacer una nueva canción, otras con volver a esas grabaciones y la motivación va cambiando. Mi forma es crear canciones de verso-coro, verso-coro, en ocasiones solo tengo una de esas partes, o variaciones de ellas, así voy agregando transiciones y viendo cómo pueden mutar. Puede que la melodía necesite un cambio, a veces tengo un riff muy bueno pero el coro es malo. Pero si lo vemos como una historia, lo que trato de hacer es que la gente se mueva, que pase por ciertas fases, ir llevándola con tensión, ir soltando a ratos. Todo esto suena aburrido, pero no es algo tan blanco o negro, pero bueno, tú haces preguntas, trata de resolver lo que digo (ríe).

Este álbum tiene algunas colaboraciones, una de ellas es con Matt Helders en la batería, ¿Cómo llegaron a trabajar juntos y cómo lo vivieron?

Fue cool. Siempre encuentro rara esta pregunta porque conozco a Matt, no es como que nos conocimos para hacer esto. Hemos compartido de otras formas, desde hace años que hemos hablado, le he comentado que me encanta como toca la batería, siempre estuvo la idea de que tocara en un disco o alguna canción.

¿Alguna historia que hayas vivido con él?

Oh, ustedes (los periodistas) son tan predecibles (ríe). No hemos hecho nada que no sea parte de la vida, no hay ninguna historia loca o algo así. Todavía no nos hemos lanzado desde el escenario en un concierto de los Guns ‘N Roses (ríe). Creo que no hay nada que sea muy excitante o gracioso que contar.

Dentro de todas estas canciones, ¿tienes alguna que sea tu favorita o que te tenga más orgulloso?

Es mi álbum favorito de los que he hecho. Tengo muchas canciones favoritas, cuando la gente pregunta sobre lo preferido, incluso en otras cosas, digo que no me gusta tener algo favorito, prefiero las variaciones. Eso te limita, limita las emociones, como conectar sónicamente con las cosas, pero eso también cambia. Luego quieres escuchar otra cosa, sentir algo de otra manera.

Qué pasará ahora con este álbum? ¿Te veremos en Sudamérica? ¿Tal vez en Lollapalooza?

Lo deseo. Me gustaría girarlo. Este es mi cuarto álbum, hice un EP también, pero no puedo verme haciéndolo. Tuve un power trio para ver si podíamos girar, pero honestamente se siente tonto hacerlo si no es sostenible hacerlo, siempre he intentado poner dinero y ver si funciona, pero ya en esta etapa no está funcionado. Así que, desafortunadamente, creo que no iré para allá.

[hummingbird-hunter]

ok wait maybe I'm not lazy (because I'm a lil bit insane!)

Jose Mauro (Google him tho his whole story is fucking insane ngl!) Makes I think stuff in Portuguese.

Kit Sebastian makes stuff in I think English & French?

Azymuth is a Brazilian funk/jazz trio.

Arthur Verocai is Brazilian as well, he's made some cool stuff.

Lily Allen did a version of Smile in Simlish which is always fun if you have both in your playlist because it's a horrible 50/50!

The Mauskovic dance band is an interesting band, I think they're from the US?

Hypnotic Brass Ensemble is like 8 siblings and a random dude they hired to be a drummer, really good band, Ballicki Bone is very good.

I'm not sure what language it is but Haydar Haydar by Derya Yıldırım & Grup Şimşek is fun.

Out Of Reach by Klaus Johan Grobe is in German?

People, Let's Dance by Public Service Broadcasting & EERA is in German.

I think Men I Trust has stuff in Quebec French.

Utu by Eno X Dirty is a bop.

Sonos Cor De Rosa by Tiawa is Spanish & English.

Sudan Archives is in English but she makes really fun & interesting art pop especially in her current album cycle.

CASIOPEA is Japanese like Jazz, Mint Jams is a really good place to start.

MF DOOM & BadBadNotGood's song for GTA is partially in Spanish.

Also Madvillian by Madvilliany is one of the best albums I've ever gotten to listen to.

SAULT makes amazing music, they've pit out a crazy amount of music since 2019.

Birds Of Paradise by Karnan Saba & Hone Be Good is really good. (I really like the label it came from)

Ethel Cain's debut Preacher's Album is definitely something, I loved it, be warned it's fucked up, and long.

Pip Millet has a series of Amazing EP's, still need to listen to the album though).

MĀ has an amazing album (Breakfast with Hades).

Deltron 3030 by Deltron 3030 is a great album.

Leak 04-13 (Bait Ones) by Jai Paul is amazing, it's a tragedy that it ruined his creative drive.

Caroline Polachek has done 2 art pop records under her own name, both are amazing.

Ravenna has made some beautiful music.

Ayonha by Hamid Al Shaeri got me into Arabic Jazz.

Balkan - Honey and Blood by Jordi Savall is a really investing album, idek how i found it.

La Sabotesue by Yazz Ahmed is a really good album.

Dub Yalil by Natacha Atlas is just, an amazing song.

Cosmic Funk by Lonnie Liston Smith and the Cosmic Echoes is good, my brother loves it and he has amazing taste.

Todo De Ti is really good pop, it's all in Spanish but I'm surprised it didn't get a Dua Lipa remix.

The Nu Deco Ensemble version of I Am The Antichrist to You by Kishi Bashi is beautiful. but haunting

Rosalia's Motomami is amazing. Hentai is a really beautiful song.

Celeste's album "Not Your Muse" was a really good listen.

All You Get From Love Is A Love Song & Calling Occupants Of Interplanetary Craft (The Recognized Anthem of World Contact Day) made me desperately to find this album from The Carpenters.

If you're feeling Horny the remix of Wizz by Coucou Chloe is fun, same with the Cupcakke remix of Good Puss. Also anything off Alias by Shygirl.

Roisin & Crooked Machine are great albums.

Tinashe's 333 is an amazing album, it's so good.

Orville Peck is gay country music.

Revulva is an 8 piece jazz band, Stop Pulling On My (Hair) is so pop though.

Lava La Rue makes amazing (and very queer music).

If I Sleep by Dystopia hits really hard.

Code by The Comet Is Coming had my friend jamming out because it sounds like the comet is coming.

I Feel Love by Donna Summer is one of the most important songs in moden music history and its so fucking good.

Nia Archives makes jungle, it's Drum & Bass but more fun.

Giving Up Air was a really nice EP by Bloodmoon, amazing production.

Julia Jacklin & Stella Donnely are both kinda sad Australians, thank you land of Muck for these artists. And the story of Engadine Maccas in 1997.

TRYON by Slowthai is really amazing, espech the A/B side differences.

Blood Orange's 4 songs are a nice chilled out 4 songs.

Self Esteem, I too do this all the time, but yet I don't Prioritize Pleasure.

She's So Kind by Harve is the sibling song of Theirs13 by JGrrey, both artists wrote the songs about eachother, truly a queer love story.

Wolf Alice's Blue Weekend has some moments more Blue than others.

The Danger Mouse & Black Thought album is well produced, with amazing features. Do not skip Strangers.

Doomsday by MF DOOM is an essential song, same with Nobody by Nas & Ms. Lauryn Hill, also recommended is One Mic, One Gun by Nas and 21 Savage.

Body Dysmorphia. by RAYE is such a constant mood!

this is the hits from my like 7.3k song spotify playlist

Thank you I am saving this

[female-drummers-of-anime]

Anime Drummer Girl #63: PriPara プリパラ

Shion Todo plays the fiery drums for Dressing Pafé in episode 14. In Episode 78, Clones of Meganee Akai plays a drumroll on their snare drums.

#プリパラ #pripara #anime #drum #drums #drummer #アニメ #ドラム

[bip-n-bops-drawings]

Todo the drummer

Real version

To be honest, a wrestler inspired me to draw this. When I saw him sitting at the drums in a photo on his page, I already had a picture in my mind that I had to draw immediately.

[sonyclasica]

HAUSER

CHRISTMAS DELUXE

El chelista de fama mundial HAUSER lanza la edición de lujo de su álbum navideño Christmas. Ya disponible el videoclip de "Hallellujah". El especial de PBS "Classic Gala Concert Live At The Royal Albert Hall" se estrena el 29 de noviembre. Hauser comienza la gira "The Rebel Is Back" por EE. UU. en primavera de 2025.

Consigue el álbum AQUÍ

Mira el vídeo AQUÍ

La estrella internacional del violonchelo HAUSER da la bienvenida a la Navidad con el lanzamiento de la edición de lujo de su álbum navideño, Christmas, ya disponible a través de Sony Music Masterworks. Este álbum extraordinario, ya disponible, muestra aún más el característico y conmovedor talento al violonchelo de HAUSER, añadiendo siete clásicos navideños con nuevos arreglos, entre los que se incluyen "What Child Is This?", "Ave Maria (Schubert)", "Ave Verum Corpus", "In the Bleak Midwinter", "Candlelight Carol", "Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence," y la conmovedora "Hallelujah," cuyo vídeo también se estrena hoy - VER AQUÍ. 

En 'Christmas', HAUSER insufla nueva vida a 14 de las melodías estacionales más entrañables del mundo, combinando meticulosamente su arte con la calidez de una orquesta y un coro completos. El álbum incluye ahora ocho villancicos clásicos, como “White Christmas”, “Carol of the Bells”, “Silent Night”, “Angels We Have Heard on High” y “The First Noël”; cuatro clásicos navideños del Great American Songbook; y los dos favoritos personales de HAUSER: “Laudate Dominum” y “Amazing Grace.”

HAUSER se dispone a llevar su característico estilo interpretativo a las pantallas de televisión de todo Estados Unidos con Classic Gala Concert Live at The Royal Albert Hall, que se estrenará en las cadenas PBS de todo el país a partir del 29 de noviembre (consultar la programación local). Las artistas invitadas especiales Caroline Campbell, Lara Fabian y Aida Garifullina se unen a HAUSER para este extraordinario evento, acompañadas por la Royal Philharmonic Orchestra bajo la batuta del director Robert Ziegler. HAUSER - Classic Gala Concert Live at The Royal Albert Hall forma parte de la programación especial de PBS y estará disponible en streaming para los miembros de PBS con PBS Passport. Distribuido por Sony Music Vision, este estreno es una parte esencial de la programación de entretenimiento de la temporada navideña.

HAUSER – TRACKLIST DE CHRISTMAS DELUXE

The First Noël

White Christmas

Carol of the Bells

Little Town of Bethlehem

Holy Night

Silent Night

Angels We Have Heard on High

The Christmas Song

I'll Be Home for Christmas

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

The Little Drummer Boy

Adeste Fideles

Laudate Dominum

Amazing Grace

What Child Is This?

Ave Maria (Schubert)

Ave Verum Corpus

In the Bleak Midwinter

Candlelight Carol

Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence

Hallelujah

Además del lanzamiento de su álbum, HAUSER emprenderá su segunda gira norteamericana en solitario, The Rebel Is Back, a partir de la primavera de 2025. Conocido por sus impresionantes actuaciones en directo, la gira de HAUSER comenzará el 15 de mayo en el Hard Rock Live de Hollywood, FL, con paradas en lugares emblemáticos como el Radio City Music Hall de Nueva York (24 de junio), The Colosseum at Caesars Palace de Las Vegas (25 de mayo), Budweiser Stage de Toronto (17 de junio) y Greek Theatre de Los Ángeles (30 de mayo), entre muchos otros. Las entradas para la gira norteamericana de 2025 se pueden encontrar aquí: HAUSERofficial.com/tour.

FECHAS DE LA GIRA NORTEAMERICANA 2025 DE HAUSER

Jueves, 15 de mayo - Hollywood, FL - Hard Rock Live

Viernes, 16 de mayo - Estero, FL - Hertz Arena

Sábado, 17 de mayo - Clearwater, FL - The BayCare Sound

Domingo, 18 de mayo de 2025 St. Augustine, FL - The Saint Augustine Amphitheatre

Martes, 20 de mayo de 2025 Sugar Land, TX - Smart Financial Centre

Miércoles, 21 de mayo de 2025 Irving, TX - The Pavilion at Toyota Music Factory

Jueves, 22 de mayo de 2025 San Antonio, TX - Majestic Theatre

Sábado, 24 de mayo de 2025 Phoenix, AZ - Arizona Financial Theatre

Domingo, 25 de mayo de 2025 Las Vegas, NV - The Colosseum at Caesars Palace

Martes, 27 de mayo de 2025 Highland, CA - Yaamava Theater

Jueves, 29 de mayo de 2025 San Diego, CA - The Rady Shell at Jacobs Park

Viernes, 30 de mayo de 2025 Los Angeles, CA - Greek Theatre

Sábado, 31 de mayo de 2025 Lincoln, CA - Thunder Valley Casino

Domingo, 1 de junio de 2025 San Jose, CA - San Jose Civic

Martes, 3 de junio de 2025 Portland, OR - Moda Center

Miércoles, 4 de junio de 2025 Vancouver, BC - Doug Mitchell Thunderbird Sports Centre

Jueves, 5 de junio de 2025 Seattle, WA - Paramount Theatre

Sábado, 7 de junio de 2025 Salt Lake City, UT - Sandy Amphitheater

Domingo, 8 de junio de 2025 Colorado Springs, CO - Pikes Peak Center

Martes, 10 de junio de 2025 Chicago, IL - Chicago Theatre

Jueves, 12 de junio de 2025 St. Louis, MO - Saint Louis Music Park

Viernes, 13 de junio de 2025 Nashville, TN - Ascend Amphitheater

Sábado, 14 de junio de 2025 Cincinnati, OH - PNC Pavilion at Riverbend

Domingo, 15 de junio de 2025 Rochester Hills, MI - Meadow Brook Amphitheatre

Martes, 17 de junio de 2025 Toronto, ON - Escenario Budweiser

Miércoles, 18 de junio de 2025 Montreal, QC - Place Bell

Viernes, 20 de junio de 2025 Boston, MA - MGM Music Hall at Fenway

Sábado, 21 de junio de 2025 Mashantucket, CT - Foxwoods Casino

Domingo, 22 de junio de 2025 Filadelfia, PA - Mann Center for the Performing Arts

Martes, 24 de junio de 2025 Nueva York, NY - Radio City Music Hall

Miércoles, 25 de junio de 2025 Viena, VA - Wolf Trap - Filene Center

Viernes, 27 de junio de 2025 Raleigh, NC - Anfiteatro Red Hat

Sábado, 28 de junio de 2025 Charlotte, NC - Skyla Credit Union Amphitheatre

Domingo, 29 de junio de 2025 Atlanta, GA - Cadence Bank Amphitheatre at Chastain Park

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[dimyturner]

Dicen que lo primero que oímos en el útero son los latidos del corazón materno. En realidad, lo primero que suena y hace que vibre el aparato auditivo recién formado es el pulso de la madre en la sangre que corre por sus venas y arterias. Vibramos al son de ese ritmo primordial antes incluso de tener oídos para oírlo. Antes de ser concebidas, existíamos de manera parcial en forma de óvulo en el ovario materno.

Todos los óvulos que la mujer llevará dentro se forman cuando es un feto de cuatro meses en el útero de su madre, lo que significa que nuestra vida celular en forma de óvulo empieza en el útero de nuestra abuela. Todas pasamos cinco meses en el útero de nuestra abuela, quien a su vez se formó en el útero de su abuela. Vibramos con los ritmos de la sangre materna antes de que nuestra madre haya nacido…

LAYNE REDMOND, When the Drummers Were Women

El instinto

Ashley Audrain

[jazzandother-blog]

Buddy Rich: “I consider every drummer that ever played before me an influence, in every way”.

Buddy Rich: "Considero una influencia a todos los baterías que han tocado antes que yo, en todos los sentidos".

[uniquetyphoonmiracle]

Cualquier cosa que no sea llevar a la realidad o a lo habitual el IS Larhivista para follar Libre y gratis o por Amor de Dios.. Es mas de lo mismo o pecado original=EVA y $atana$ (=Japy 4 of JULAY) ..desde luego yo lo veo más sano en todos los sentidos en vez de fumar TABACO [como hace VIRGINIA MAESTRO y además de LIAR como POBRETONA].. fumarse mi puro o el de duff mckagan [al que fotografie rodeado de 3 chicas a las puertas del pub UNDERWORLD junto a pub the WORLD'S END cuando vi a STEVEN ADLER o batería de GUNS N ROSES hasta que presentaron CIVIL WAR cayendose al subir a la BATERIA en ese concierto de Ayuda a los GRANJEROS o trabajadores de verdad que hacen cosas útiles aunque la gente prefiere gastarse el DINERO en MACARRAS Y VICIOS o ROPA DE FULANA BARATA]..que debuto en solitario con cd BELIEVE IN ME que presento en sala REVOLVER de MADRID cuando vi en sala DIVINO AQUALUNG a TERENCE TRENT D'ARBY [renacido SANANDA MAITREYA] presentar cd SINFONIA O MALDICION que abre BIENVENIDOS A MI MONASTERIO y ELLA ME BESO..así como ese 28_10_93 también actuo en MADRID o en Sala CANCILLER el cantante de JUDAS PRIEST con su otro grupo FIGHT