#unveil track: youth

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[3know-racha]

[🎥] Stray Kids “合 (HOP)” UNVEIL : TRACK “YOUTH (LEE KNOW)”

[seungs]

LEE KNOW UNVEIL : TRACK “Youth”

[linoyes]

UNVEIL : TRACK "Youth (리노)"

[minho-knows]

LEE KNOW - Stray Kids 合 (HOP) UNVEIL : TRACK Youth (리노)

[jasminedtookes]

Lee Know ── .✦ 合 (HOP) UNVEIL : TRACK 'Youth (리노)'

[myy-moonflower]

STRAY KIDS "合 (HOP)" UNVEIL : TRACK "YOUTH (리노)"

[bang-chan-my-man]

Stray Kids "合 (HOP)" UNVEIL : TRACK "Youth (Lee Know)" Icons

[anglingforlevels]

Through the Mountains (Paranormal Investigator Reader x Yan!Creatures)

A small concept blurb about a paranormal investigator that attracts the supernatural. Reader is honestly having such a good time doing it that they’ve thrown the horror genre out of the story.

CW: Death, Light Body Horror, Not Proof-Read, Not really a story just a concept, Yandere (more suggested than shown in this), monsterfuckery, Reader's morality is dubious at best.

Minors DNI

Humans have always been both fearful and drawn by the unknown, looking to the vastness of space or the depths of the oceans. But we know very little about the earth we stand on – hidden in creaks and shadows, or sometimes even plainly in sight, lies the unknown, beckoning us forth.

And you have never been one to ignore a call.

Already from an early age, you had noticed things, oddities that set themselves apart from what others believed to be possible or real. You didn’t particularly believe in magic, anything could be magic as long as it was unknown, but you didn’t care much to unveil the science of these oddities either, you were simply enthralled by what you didn’t know.

And the unknown seemed enthralled by you as well.

From the curious pebble-figures there’d wander through the gardens to move rocks – and who had left many small presents for you to slithering and clicking creatures there’d cling to your shadow, melting it to the ground so that you were forced to stay.

All manners of creatures, from harmless to terrifying to downright confusing, flocked to you, which was perfect for someone with your enthusiasm. It was obvious you’d make use of this to study them in full, traveling around with your notebooks and gear, hoping to study a new oddity every day.

Some days were more difficult than others, some creatures more persistent than others. You were much flimsier than they were, happy to fly from one thing to the other, it was the way you preferred. One oddity was far from enough, you needed to see everything the world had to offer. They were much more content with just you, and rarely willing to let you go on your merry way.

Alas, as someone setting out to be an expert in this field, you welcomed the challenge. It only meant that you had to be thorough in learning about the creatures, as to foil their attempts at keeping you, so it wasn’t much more than further encouragement to you.

Besides, it was a fair trade-off for getting the chance to meet them to begin with.

You were tracking through the mountain forests presently, returning from the peak of the mountain, which you had visited to get some good readings and pictures of the place to better understand the habitat of the oddities who made this place their home. Though the equipment was heavier than you cared for, thus you had hired a helping hand from the local town at the foot of the mountain.

Tally, a fit twenty-something that had wanted the extra cash and had the needed youthful hubris to disregard the warnings of their elders, who had grown up with the tales of dangerous monsters and disappearing trekkers in the mountains. They had shrugged it off as old wives tales, and you were grateful for that, because every other young adult you had asked, had assumed it was wild animals.

They wouldn’t go far in life with that attitude, but you appreciated it greatly.

“How are you so familiar with the mountains?” Tally asked, as you decisively led the two of you through the terrain. It was a fair question, there was no man-made paths here, after all, people did tend to go missing in the mountains.

“Oh, I’ve been here before, but I usually never bothered with the village beyond restocking. But I needed extra muscle this time around.” You explained while fiddling with some of the pictures from the instant camera you also had brought along.

“See,” Tally said with a satisfied smile, “I knew all those stories were bu-“

You shushed them. “No swearing, remember?”

“Oh, right. Sorry. Force of habit.” Tally apologized. When you had hired them, one of your set rules was no swearing in the mountains. “So, what exactly have you been studying since you visited here? Is there some kind of animal native to this mountain or something?”

“I don’t know about native, but most of them have probably been here longer than your village at least. At least, that’s what suggested by the stories your town tell.” You weren’t really paying much attention till you realized Tally had stopped up.

They groaned. “Stories? Don’t tell me you’re here to look for monsters.”

“Of course not.” You waved your hand dismissively, earning a sigh of relief from Tally. “I’ve already found them, well, most of them I’m guessing. I just wanted to know a bit more about their living habitat, I may not look it, but I’m a professional.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“I’ve been told that jokes aren’t my strong suit, so no.” You simply said, growing a little impatient at the fact Tally still wasn’t walking.

“Right… If these things were real, don’t you think you’d be dead by now.” It was a fair point, albeit Tally’s dry delivery hurt a little.

“Most of the things in this mountain only act if provoked, besides, they like me. Death is usually the only thing I don’t have to worry about, they usually try to take me rather than my life. But I’m very good at what I do, I don’t mess up, so I always manage.” At this, Tally lifted an eyebrow, looking perplexed and completely unconvinced.

” So, if you slip up, even once, you might be taken by any given one of these so-called "monsters"?"

“The quotation marks hurt a bit but yes. But what other choice do I have but to continue? Either risk being whisked away eternally to the obsessive whims of creatures who work on moral and biological systems beyond humanity’s ken or not go looking for weird creatures?”

“…See, that sounds like a very easy dilemma.”

“Exactly, I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

“This is so fucking dumb.” They sighed.

“Ah,” you sighed with a troubled smile, “Swearing is off limit in this forest, remember?”

“Huh? Uh, sorry it was a- grh!” They let out a pained grunt, their eyes traveling down to their legs, where something beneath their skins were rapidly crawling up their legs. They fell to the ground, howling in pain.

“Yeah, the thing in this forest really took that youth pamphlet about not doing drugs or swearing to heart, it considers swearing a sign of hostility.” You explained though they did not seem very interested in what you had to say.

“Do something!”

You scratched your neck awkwardly. You did feel bad, it looked very painful to watch small bulges and bony finger push against their skin, traveling upward their bodies. But… “It’s contagious at this point, I don’t want that thing in my body. Trust me, even when it’s not trying to kill, it’s a hassle.”

If they had a response to that, they never got a chance to say it, as their eyeballs were pushed out of their head and bony, tree-like fingers poked through their cheeks and mouth. They collapsed on the ground, the gear they had been carrying clattering to the ground.

“Guess this means I’m carrying all of this back myself.”

[victoriadallonfan]

PHO Sunday Retrospective #3!

So before I get into the article itself, I just want to note that we have been given the name of the magazine that published it: Masque

Secondly, L.J.M 2007 disaster might perk some interest, as LJM is the same alias used by the hero Big Picture in Ward. He was a photographer who specialized in photographic nude/extreme pieces of C53’s, often described as being predatory for his behavior. The disaster is likely when he unveiled a blown up exhibit of a C53’s photo, despite making a deal with them that this would not happen.

As a reminder, Bambina is a grown adult woman, trapped in a child body, with a… very perverted sense of morality. She was going to help Pretender escape because he promised to use a celebrity body to do… things. Things that traumatized even Taylor to hear.

So yeah, this tracks with her behavior and use of sexuality to get a reaction out of people. She was also the one who first mentioned villain rankings too. Very apt.

Finally, the idea of the first Argo v Argo case being not only about the conservatorship of supervillain funds, but ongoing while Bambina is still committing public crimes is… astounding. I can only imagine the Movie tier courtroom drama

The idea that a bunch of villains were appalled that a villain or villain group would dare hijack an illegal ranking system is hilarious. They must be members of the leopards eating faces party.

Less funny is her relationship with her villain teammates. It should be reminded, that all of her teammates at the time, were actual children. She was an adult woman carrying young children into these fights and didn’t seem to have any issue talking about her (non-con?) sexual desires in front of them. Her being controlling is not surprising, though it’s interesting no moments have been explicitly stated.

Youth Guard being involved is interesting. Is it because of her teammates or because they handle all parahuman conservatory claims?

I’m sorry hold on

Blacklist publicity events?? What on earth is going on with this site!? Are there a bunch of well-intended vigilantes/rebel without a cause/jackass villains who just love doing cape shit running the site? Like, they care more about the celebrity culture than actually being evil villains? It makes sense, but man, Bambina was already nearly blowing people up when we meet her! That’s a messy business to run.

Also, apparently there are implied official “unofficial” villain management business with publicists and agents… again, this is some wile revelations coming out here. The villain kids being placed next to killers and worse is the least surprising part if I’m being honest.

Bambina being groomed by her mother and the agency isn’t surprising, though I wonder what the evidence is. Certainly, the fact that Mrs. Argo wants her villain daughters ill gotten gains is not a great sign, but I imagine this needs a lot of proof.

I actually do support the Youth Guard here. Wildbow has mentioned in WoG and in the Youth Guard document that they are pretty on the level and well meaning. And villain kids certainly need advocates in a setting where Parahumans are treated as accessories (or worse).

But man, Bambina? Good luck to handling that…

[captainkurosolaire]

Code Red

Squirmed digits adorning a tattered-grim-soaked sanguine cloth, crimson dripping from the utterly defeated and shaken Captain suffering from his darkest day fore now.

Feline ears rang sharply, sweat and tears with blood’s inclusion more thicker mixed into combination upon forehead nestle, stowed away on his retreating sea-vessel on the run from pursuing savages that have declared annihilation, turned his life and the association of anyone in his orbit as nothing more than a playful murderous game, his palms further proved, stained with the deepest red from an irreplaceable life dismembered and packaged.

A fresh pectoral mark of slavery left branded on flesh burned as a reminder only quelled by a psychological breakage unraveling, awaiting to determine his humaneness. Every instinct flaring up to retaliate, blood for blood and overall translation; freedom, but doing so meant every progression ever made, all the enjoyment of every sight of color that he relished to treasure in this realm, his world, would become an unholy sight of only ever crimson red going forth.

His leg’s trembling still in horrified fear after confronting the worst. Thinking he could rescue his abducted Crewmates safely, stealthily slip through the barriers of a Nation bred on sinking their teeth in all.

Two pairs of silhouettes outside his cabin’s door and drew inside, a roughed up, latterly beaten and bruised, a tortured Judas who had shown signs of haggard too, donning a old tunic and overgrown mangled hair from his captivity. Only person, Captain managed to get out of there from his Crew alive. Alongside Sinbad the Young, who caused these events to take place, attempting to swindle out a dangerous Crew from their believed, owes.  

All of these three fellows, branded in connection, tracked and given an expiration date with their runic markings that almost were identical to a curse, approximately one summer, to slay their common handler.

...Yet that foe was practically inconceivable to even bring to thought their demise. An unmatched Giant, the proclaimed, All-Father of Scourges, YORE of the Gorey Seas was what they’d have to defeat.

There laid many mythos, legends, pirate omens and warnings everyone was to know better to kneel. Infamously said to have collected a bounty so massive, and lethal that due to having so many casualties was removed for the safety of adventurists or self-acclaimed Warriors, having themselves gruesomely humbled, brutally slaughtered and displayed with their decapitated heads piked, trophies all over the border of his Nation of warning and unmatched display of dominance. The outer-banks of the Isle, laid an unfiltered section of gory red, murky, cadavers left rotting and floating to further cause deterrence; practically an Isle bleeding.

It's foretold, with all the perfections and flawlessness that spawned from mortals to their believed Kami’s, Twelves, lowly Primals, they worshiped so dearly, that in order for this realm to continue to coexist with its consistent ideology of balance in all outlets from astral to umbral, forces of positive and negative, that polarity conditions must be managed, unequal force was needed to be curated carrying the most impurities, sins, ugliness into a Necessity all gathered, a giant amalgamation formed ripping through his progenitress's womb gruesomely upon conception.

His carnage and terror garnered throughout seas to such an extent, exiled fierce tribal members from Dorthals and "deemed" almighty races, deemed exclusive to only superior touted for their overwhelming ferocity, which drew in the interest to gather in a force of an Era, built to conquer unequivocally. Forming their own language, culture, walk.

Early members of their Nation, OMONGA, in mere youth and meek, primitive naturally raised and survivalist, were thrown in tribunal arena, left to fend against a selected savage wild beast dependent by their Blind Prophet who unveiled visions, these migrated or native creatures were riled up to purposely be enraged, given dangerous experimental, chemical enhancements and abused, to make their Tribunal Predator as lethally fearsome as possible. If they managed to survive and slay, they would then have their aetherial compounds and aspect, become ritualistically Imprinted, following and mimicking the prowess of their selected savage carrying on and embodying their trophy hunt in their putrid forms molded. Brandish to carry the legacy of ruthless designs.

From Captain’s very adolescence in the Goldbrand his surrogate Father and Founding Captain, told both Sol and Kuro, countless and endlessly, reality. That unbelievable power lurked. Tread ever watchfully while the promise of golden Freedom had boundless fortune to attain, there's steep costs, prices of Blood came before, lines that couldn’t be sailed, waves that should-not-ever be challenged.

Shallow waters too massive for them to ever think feet could contend against.

Upon Captain's encounter confronting YORE that led to this pitiful state he was paralyzed in. That-Which-Stood-The-Tallest; mercilessly, callously, revealed, The Goldbrand was created by that very monster, a sub-crew composed of slaves, who only were made to collect treasure for servitude and borrowed prosperity; hence the namesake...

Entire time, the sail he casually followed believing his Founder’s invention and groomed beliefs instilled, carrying prideful merit, was no more than inheriting the mantle of awaiting Scarlet Destined slavery a facade existence he bore.

Leashed prey tasked to find shiny objects like collected unwanted mutts and dispose in moments of desire for that is the truth of all things. The mightiest biggest reaped and ensured their bellies fed plump. Revelations unfolded these Predators of YORE’s Elite thrived in a Crew identically dubbed, the Bloodbrand coexisted.

A fuming, huffing puffing Highlander couldn’t believe the distraught or unpleasant sight of a once bold Captain finally confronted with the very first time he could say, Kuro was truly afraid. From witnessing countless deaths, otherworldly sights, to acquiring scars of incredible marvel proportions, to challenging inside the realms of the Void and bleak, obscurity to often drowning in the Presences of higher deities, or uncertain depths, none, none of them held a seemingly notion of fret from the brazen Seeker who paraded around with a feverish recklessness abandoned, but everyone, and all. Has a predator out there that's a designated devour, a force stronger that instinctively alone makes their rattling bones quiver to petrified liquid. 

Truthfully Sinbad's inner-issues were self-reflected, masked as fellow billowing rage, for his own self-blame for causing this situation, but couldn’t take accountability due to atrocious Pride. His Crew were all eradicated of his own Captaineering while he licked and nursed his wounds helplessly and barked through tinted-ego, drunk on his fleeting moment of success he became drunk despite once heralding his straight-edge lifestyle. However consequences have been delivered, his loved-fiance suffered mutilation from being captive, only rescued from Solaire’s daring rescue.

Branded despite all that over showing muscularity being painfully useless, shown unrivaled, MIGHT unlike his facade brawn. Forbidden, cursed, from ever hearing his heart speak fluently with her severed tongue. His entire manly existence is barred ever transparently, everything he gloated, herald over the Seeker now was his own fated string.

Chewing inward on his cheek, “Well? Going to pack up here, sulk and wait to get butchered? We takin’ this on the chin? Without giving our own, huh?! Nah, fuck that. I refuse! They TOOK FROM US! They’re OWED to have everything ripped whether I have you two join me or not, I don’t give a soddin' damn, I'll ignite my remaining flesh just to make them taste hell incarnate.” Captain continued mute, rolled into like a ball; defeated. Muttering to himself with lunacy. Cradling tighter to his chest the severed appendage head of the fallen. 

“Can nothing get through to him?! Pick yourself up, stand up for fucksake.” Intolerantly getting more aggressive the bulky Highlander showing temper these two were the only people who commonly could fight. Any moment now their ship would be raided by their pursuers, they were given a head start, with playfulness and pity by their captors, wanting to have a thrilling hunt, to get them rushing, none of OMONGA cared for anything but the sheer thirst battle offered or an opportune war, blood, this was their orgasmic greed they sated.

The once Princely First demeanor shielded his Captain, “Lay off! Reminder, this would’ve never happened if not for you! YOU caused this. You’re looking to project the last ounce of ‘esteemed’ manhood you may have, but it’s so blatantly obvious, you’re in shambles too. Stop the farce, end your festering ego. …Or do you need a reminder? If it wasn't for Captain and his perished one, we would’ve never gotten this far. We’ve got five alive on this ship, three were their recently jailed slav-” Lashing the Brute, grappled Judas by his collar and uprooted him from the floor and tossed him with anger against the wall, his temper and nostrils flaring and breathing heavily, the outburst was fleeting but he couldn’t look at Judas forwardly. His cheeks left wet streaks of hard knowing… It was correct. He lowered the Midlander onto his soles with a gentler approach, “...I-I’m sorry.” Another showing of fear displayed.

Was beyond extraordinary to see how Judas handled himself compared to the other two, forcing himself to be level-headed and prevent sink in any discomfort, always a master and manipulator of his own emotions. Despite being perhaps the one who was titled the Cowardice Prince. He comprehended the gravity of everything.

The First-Mate exhaled, “You’re right about something, we have to fight if we wish to survive. Even if we cannot beat all their numbers, we’ll at-least dent them, I’m not against drawing whatever vitality I may have. So I’ll join you, Sinbad. We can start by fortifying and making preparations. I advise rushing to set whatever advantages we can and have others hide in the brigs and wait to escape in the chaos through the cannon-windows creases, being divergence could be a solid honorable way to die. If anything Captain, if you can hear me, take the emergency rowboat with them, I can’t thank you enough for coming back for me and Casta. Told you, I’d be that wind.” Last words, laid out in heartfelt and a jolly smile, echo the memory of that handshake they exchanged, remaining light before taking haste.

Captain left as it started, alone in darkness.

Sleep-deprived, eyelids closed momentarily, deeply, a decision was begged for answering.

[Prev:Chapter]: ( --- X --- ) ~ ♪"And The Sky Turned Black..."♪

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Stray Kids(스트레이 키즈) "合 (HOP)" UNVEIL : TRACK "Youth (리노)"

https://youtu.be/jqN9H7WMO68

2024.12.13 FRI 2PM (KST) | 0AM (ET)

💦PRE-SAVE & PRE-ORDER “合 (HOP)” NOW! Stray-Kids.lnk.to/HOP

[dustedmagazine]

Tidiane Thiam — Africa Yontii (Sahel Sounds)

Senegalese folklorist and guitarist Tidiane Thiam has already released a pair of albums of his dreamlike guitar visions on the Sahel Sounds label. On Waande Kadde, he improvised alongside Amadou Binta Konté and his hoddu (West African lute) in his hometown of Podor, the birthplace of Baaba Maal. He gently serenaded the late-night cricket chirrups on Siftorde, a solo recording that the self-taught guitarist laid down himself, using a single microphone setup. Both albums demonstrate Thiam’s intricate, multi-threaded guitar style. It’s an easygoing, drifting stream of deft string work that is unique in comparison with the blues and rock-based styles employed by his contemporaries.

Africa Yontii translates to “Africa, It’s Time,” and is an entreaty to Thiam’s people to seize the opportunities that the continent provides. He calls out the challenges faced by Africa’s youth, which fuels their desire to emigrate and forge a lonely path in a world that appears to be unraveling. The guitarist juxtaposes his own compositions with traditional songs that evoke the sense of a homeland calling its sons and daughters to stay put and focus their positive energies inward. Whether he invokes his own melodies or those of his ancestors, he unfurls them with grace; his stringed exhalations carry his core message languidly, the complex emotional resonances revealing themselves with each passing note.    

Thiam speaks through his guitar; his fluid style is both expressive and lyrical. It sits perfectly on top of Makhtar N'diaye’s digital rhythm section. This is the guitarist’s first studio effort, and he chose a perfect teammate in N’diaye, who adds unique flourishes to Thiam’s songs. The strings are crisp and sparkle with electricity, and the programmed bass and drums add a subtle pop flavor to Thiam’s intricate melodies. Tracks like “Dannibe Pinne” and “Néené Africa” develop into fully formed songs when all the elements intertwine in a graceful dance. At other times, such as the wistful “Too,” Thiam stands alone, man and guitar, unveiling rippling passages of string sound.

Late night radio broadcasts were Thiam’s muse as he taught himself how to play guitar. This nocturnal atmosphere wound up imprinting itself on both Waande Kadde and Siftorde. With Africa Yontii the guitarist instead evokes a sunlit worldview, one that belies the heavy themes on his mind. The record is certainly groovy, pairing soaring string melodies with upbeat rhythms. It also clearly reflects the hope that Thiam carries in his heart.        

Bryon Hayes

[moonlit-stay]

(合 (HOP) Edition)

This is me writing out my thoughts of each song as I'm listening to them.

Feel free to ignore this😂

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Walkin On Water thoughts:

GOD THE THUNDEROUS VIBES ARE SO, SO VISUALLY STRONG FOR THIS AND I CANNOT EXPLAIN HOW MUCH I LOVE IT

MISS THAT ERA SO MUCH

HOW THE FUCK DO THEY ABSOLUTELY DEVOUR EVERYTHING THEY TOUCH AND BREATHE NE A R I'M LOSING IT

MY MUSICAL PIONEERS🥹😭

GOD THIS SONG IS SO GOOD, AND THE FITS???????

CHRISTOPHER???? SIR????

GOD, RAP LINES VERSESSSS

Bounce Back thoughts:

OH MYIS FUCKIND GOD

HIT ME PLEASE WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT RHE FUCK. DID FELIX SAY????

HELIOKDJDJSHSJXDK

OH MY FUCKKNG GOD MY JAW HOT THE FLOR

I'M GENUINELY TWEAKING THIS IS SODJXIEJEJEIDJDJDH

RHE FUXKKNG VOACALS?????@?#>#>×>×<'

OH MY FUCKKNG GOD THID SONG

BANG CHAN???? THE FUCKJNG CLAPS????

MY BRAIN GENUINELY CANNOT COMPREHEND THIS SONG IS REAL LOED HELP ME

U (feat. TABLO) thoughts:

OH I AM EXCITED FOR THIS ONE

OG DEAR GOD THE BEAUTIFUL FUCKINF VOCALS

I WILL NEVER GET OVER THE EVOLUTION OF HYUNJIN AND FELIX'S VOCALS I AM IN LOVEEEEEEE

FELIX'S VOCAL RANGE IS SO INSANE MY GOD

WE TRULY SNAGGED SOME OF THE BEST VOCALISTS IN THE INDUSTRY. ARGUE WITH THE WALL.

I LOVE THIS SONG OH MY GOD

Walkin On Water (HIP Ver.) thoughts:

FUCKING HITTTTTT MEEEEEEEEEEEE

I SAID THIS ABOUT THE ROCK VERSION OF LALALALA AND THE FESTIVAL VERSION OF CHK CHK BOOM, BUT THIS VERSION OF WALKIN ON WATER AT MUSIC FESTIVALS WOULD HIT SO GODDAMB HARD

OH J LIVE THSI

THE WAY THEYRE RELEASING THESE VERSIONS AS PART OF THE ACTUAL ALBUMS???? SO GOOD

THIS HITS SO HARD OH MY GOD

Railway (Bang Chan) thoughts:

I AM NOT FUCKJNG READY LORD GOD

OH MY FUCIJG FOS

JAW IS ON THE FLOOR I CANNOTTTTT44

I HAVEN'T HEARD THIS ALL THE WAY THEOUGH YET, SO I AM LOSING IT

CHRISTOPHER FUCKING BANG

GOD THIS IS SO, SO FUCKING GOOD I CANNOT EXPLAIN

I NEED TO JUNPTHIS MANS NONES GOD PLEASE

CAN'T WAIT TO HEAR WHO HE SAYS WROTE THESE LYRICS🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

A BRICK WALL HE PASSES ONCE A WEEK PROBABLY

Unfair (Felix) thoughts:

THE VISUALS FOR THIS FUCKING STAGE??????????

BEAUTIFUL ETHEREAL PRETTY, PRETTY BOY

HIS FUCKJNG VLICE

I WILL GO BANKRUPT FOR THESE VOCALS

I USED TO PRAY FOR THIS PLEASE

In all honesty, there's something about him being our sunshine and releasing songs like this that jumbles my brain. Such a bright, happy boy with deep, meaningful, and kinda sad songs :(

HALLUCINATION (I.N) thoughts:

AHHHHHHHH IM NOR RAEDY

OH MY FUCKKGN FOSF

THE...FUXKING...FITS...MY...BRAJN...

I CANT RHINK STRAUGHT

I STILL FUCKING HEAR "Girl, I wanna see you naked" AND I CANT FUCKING JNHEAT IY

NAWT HELPING MY CASE YANG JEONGIN

AHAHJDI O G MT SGUCK G FOSBH

THE MAKNAE RELEASING A SONG LIOE THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY, HE DOES NOT WANNA BE BABIED ANYMORE

Youth (Lee Know) thoughts:

PRETTY BOY LETS GOOOOO

THE UNVEIL TRACK FOR THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE IT I LOVE HIM LORD

I WILL NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE HIS VOICE

HE'S PERFECT

THIS SONG MAKES THE DEEPEST PARTS OF MY SOUL HAPPY

So Good (Hyunjin) thoughts:

VERSACE PRINCE FUCK THIS SHIT UPPPPPP

THIS IS SO HIS FUCKING VIBE OH MY GOD

MY FUCKING GODSDDDSSS

THIS IS SO FUCOING GOOD OG MY LORDDDDD

THE UNVEIL TRACK ON MY MINDDDDDDDDD

I LOVE SEEIMG HIM ENJOY PERFORMING AND THIS SONG IS JUST SO FUCKING PERFECT FOR THAT I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS

SEEING HKM HAPPY IS MY FAVORITE

OH MY FUCK???????

GODDAMNNNNNNNNNNNN

ULTRA (Changbin) thoughts:

YEEEEEEE3EEES

THINKING ANIUT THIS BUFF MANS STAGES FIT FOR THIS SONG LORD HAVE MERCY

WHO FUCKING KNEW WE WOUOD GO FROM SONGS LIKE STREETLIGHT TO DOODLE AND ULTRA🫠🫠🫠🫠

I LOVE THIS SO FUCKJNG BAD DUDE MH GOD

NEED HIM TO CHOKE ME OUT ACTUALLY???????

GODDAMNNNNDIXJ3HSUFIEJSH

Hold my hand (HAN) thoughts:

OUR FUCKING ROCKSTAR MUSICAL PRODIGY

OH THIS FUXKING VIBE

I LOVE HIS MUSICAL VIBE SO MUCH ITS JUST SO SO PERFECT

GOD HIS FJCKING VOICEEEEE

THERE TRULY IS NOTHKNG THIS MAN CAN'T DO GOD THE TALENT

NAME ONE TIME HE HAS NOT ABSOLUTELY KILLED HIS HIGH NOTES????? EXACTLY. AND THE CYCLE CONTINUES.

As we are (Seungmin) thoughts:

I WAS GENUINELY UPSET WHEN I REALIZED THIS IS THE LAST SKNG OF THE ALBUM??? EVEN TJOUGH IM HONNA BE LISTENING TO NOTHKNG BUT THIS ALBJM FOR OVER A MONTH STRAIGHT?????

THE UNIVERSE'S VOCALIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I COULD LISTEN TOBHIM FOREVER AND EVER MY CHRISTTTTTTT

SUCH AN INCREDIBLY BEAUTY VOICE FOR AN INCREDIBLY BEAUTIFUL MAN I LOVEEEEEE

THESE INDIVIDUAL SONGS ARE THROWING MY EMOTIONS ALL OVER THE GODDAMB MAP HAVE MERCY I BEG

GOD I LOVE HIM AND HOS PERFECT VOICE

THIS SONG IS SO SO BEAUTIFUL

ITS LIKE ANGELS ARE SINGING TO ME BRO GOOD LORD

Final thoughts:

As per usual, so insanely proud of my eight and I'm so glad I'm still here and just as eager to support them and their journey as I was last year, and all the years before that.

There has been so many instances where I've seen or heard these eight do something and thought, "there's truly no group who can do this like Stray Kids does," and that still heavily stands to this day. Nobody is doing it like them and I will die on this hill.

All that aside, I'm so proud to be a STAY and I can't wait to watch them continue to dominate this industry. I truly love my eight endlessly🥹

Also very excited for my albums to get here🫣

[minspochaccoworld]

Stray Kids(스트레이 키즈) "合 (HOP)"

UNVEIL : TRACK "Youth (리노)"