#wack ass composer

[biirdtator]

“can i get an amen?”

little sketch of Sammy for y’all to start the year!

every year for a while now, as i have continued to improve my art, Sammy has been the best human i’ve ever drawn, over and over again.

even as a person who normally draws dinosaurs and other creatures, he’s very fun to sketch, i’ll tell you that. i don’t usually do people, so it’s quite a surprise i can focus that long and turn out with something i’m proud of. thanks, Mr. Lawrence, for the inspiration lol

[atlafan]

Layna's never been so ravenous for her boyfriend. Which is shocking because there have been many times where she's felt more than desperate to have his body on hers, but this is something different entirely.

Normally, she doesn't like winter by the time February hits. The holidays are long since over, and the snow is less magical. There's black ice everywhere, and the air hurts her face. All that being said, she just found a new reason to like winter.

Sweater vests.

She had no idea Harry even owned them until she saw him wearing one at the latest showing at her gallery. He looked so handsome. All dressed up in a pair of slacks, loafers, sweater vest, and a long jacket. He hasn't exactly been dressing appropriately for winter, so when she sees him walk into the gallery, she feels like the wind has been knocked out of her. Layna is a professional, but she only has so much willpower when it comes to Harry. She's let him fuck her in the backseat of her car in the gym parking lot for fuck's sake.

They lock eyes from across the room. Layna takes out her phone and sends him a text. He raises an eyebrow when he sees her name lit up on his phone.

You're mean

how am I mean?

You look too good

not sry

Bet you're wearing that nice cologne I like so much too

u bet ur🍑

need you

ur werking

come to my office, no one will notice if I slip away for a few minutes

bet

Harry shoves his phone into his jacket pocket and makes his way to Layna's office. It's in such a private area, she's not worried about being caught. Besides, the gallery sold out. Her work is essentially done for the night.

So, that's how Layna ended up clutching at Harry's chest with her leg up over his hip, pressed up against the door of her office on a work night. His lips are on her neck, sucking on her like a leech as her fucks her with his fingers. Her fingers twirl in the material of the vest and she's doing her best not to make too much noise. Her lips are going to be incredibly swollen by the time they're done. She's panting and near convulsing in his arms. Her fingers move up to his hair to rug on. It's finally grown out to a length where she can actually tug on it again. He moans into her neck and pushes her harder up against the door. One of his hands presses flat against it by her head, and she can't help but whimper as she looks at his pulsing veins and rings.

"Shit, I'm gonna make a mess." She gasps when she feels Harry's fingers fucking shallowly into her while his thumb rubs her clit. "I don't want to ruin your pants."

Harry pulls away and looks at her before sinking to his knees and wrapping his lips around her clit as he continues to fuck her with his fingers. Her hands fly right back to his hair. She nearly loses her balance, but Harry keeps her stead, placing one of her legs over his shoulder. He looks up at her and smirks, and that's when she loses it. She lets out a loud cry of his name as he laps away at her juices. He drags her panties back up when he's done and stands up slowly as he runs his hands up her body. He cups her jaw and licks into her mouth. She melts into him.

"I knew you'd like this outfit." He smirks. "Daddy cleans up real good when he wants to, hm?"

"You mean you did this to me on purpose?" She pouts.

"Payback for all your relentless teasing the last few weeks."

"You can't tell me that wearing shorts in the freezing cold doesn't look funny." She scoffs. "Besides, thought we made up from all of that."

"We did." He nods, squeezing her hips. "But I couldn't resist making you sweat."

"Well, you succeeded, and then some. Let me-"

"Nope." He steps back from her. "You can wait until we get home. I'm gonna shove my dick so far down your throat you'll be gagging all over it, and it'll ruin your pretty makeup. You're working, Layna. Compose yourself and be professional." He moves her, she's too stunned to speak. He wacks her ass before leaving the office.

A shiver runs up her spine. How much longer does she have to stay at work for?

NO COMPLAINTS BLURB

[sepyana]

Noir 2001 Ep. 11-18 Thoughs

This is around the time when Noir's plot starts to pick up.

Some general things first:

The sountrack of Noir is really damn good. I wanted to listen to is some more so I searched it up on Youtube. Turns out it's composed by Yuki Kajiura, which is a name I instantly recognized because she is responsible for the soundtrack of Madoka Magica, one of my favourite anime soundtracks ever. Explains the pmmm vibes I got for sure.

I will say though, she did improve between the osts. I like the Noir soundtrack a lot but there are a few janky bits the pmmm ost doesn't struggle with.

I had a lot of fun watching these episodes, the plot is interesting and the more "episodic" segments don't feel jarring to watch. I'm starting to like Kirika and Mireille a lot.

But the biggest reason for my interest is Chloe. I can't explain why, she doesn't get to do much yet. I dunno, she is just really charming to me.

Onto the episode by episode notes:

Ep. 11

This episode sets up the whole grand retour plotline, we see Atlena is planning something that Soldats is not too happy about. Also we get to know more about the book the photocopies are coming from.

I really like Chloe, I like that we get to see a show of her wardrobe only for her to pick the same wack ass outfit every time. Also the fact that she asks Kirika if she can keep the fork. What a weird little critter honestly.

The whole time her and Kirika are talking all Mireille could think is "What the fuck are these kids doing". She ends up giving in in the end.

Ep. 12

This episode is a oddity in that Kirika and Mireille don't appear at all. It's just Chloe and Atlena. It's a nice episode, we get to see a little bit of their dynamic. She does seem to care about her but Chloe might just be a tool for her too. It's a bit early to tell.

She is... I don't wanna say unmotivated but she is uninterested in the missions she is given. She cares about the integrity of it but she isn't interested in why she is given them. She isn't like "How dare you betray our organization bla bla"

Chloe's loyalties lie in Atlena only. She doesn't seem to care about Soldats, but she is interested in the Grand Retour, since the plan involves her.

Ep. 13

I wrote my thoughts in a seperate post like this:

I expected the painter to be one of Noir's targets or something because that's what happens with anyone who Kirika interacts positively with, thus why Mireille told her not to talk to him. But when he got shot I realized it was so he wouldn't get caught up in their mess and die. It's genuinely sad, you can tell at the end she is saying that from experience. Kirika was really happy to spend time with him, her face lights up. Something like picking up hobbies and making friends would mean a lot, especially to someone who doesn't have any idea who they are. Really nice episode overall

It was always present but after this episode you become on edge every time Mireille or Kirika i teract with a friend, expecting them to die. It does happen with George later on.

Ep. 14

There is some nice writing in this episode. Mireille denies her uncle could lie to her only for her to lie to him after. If she has things she would keep a secret surely her uncle must too.

There is definitely symbolism with the flowers but I am not smart enough to figure it out.

Ep. 15-16

Wild to me that Mireille and Kirika actually listened to Soldats. What if they hijack tour plane on your way to Vietnam or something? I don't think it's worth the risk.

The combat in this show is really lackluster. Maybe I am just not getting it. The henchmen are a joke, beating them is not fun to watch for me. And it drags on for so long too. I do like the shorter action sequences though.

It's funny that they say the poison the killer lady uses is "lethal to normal humans" and do not elaborate on that. Is she not human. What does this mean.

These episodes make me think Atlena does care for Chloe and isn't just putting on an act. Otherwise it makes no sense she would be fond of her in her inner dialogue and watch over her. She won't see that so why bother acting?

Ep. 17

The reveal that Mireille's parents were killed by Soldats was not surprising but I wasn't expexting them to be part of Soldats. We get to learn a lot about Mireille and Kirika's past but I don't have anything particularly interesting to say so I will skip that.

Apparently, her parents betrayed Soldats to protect her. But she had a brother didn't she, who got killed with her parents. Does that mean there is something special about Mireille?

Ep. 18

In every story with a duo protagonist there comes a time where the duo "breaks up". I wouldn't call this an arc since it's the span of an episode but yknow.

Losing my shit at crying Kirika she looks so much like the crying cat image here. How can you be so horrible to a face like that Mireille.

I get the sense Chloe doesn't give two shits about Mireille and only decided to tell Kirika about her because her dying would make Kirika upset. In a similar way to how Homura treats Sayaka, I guess. And she is right that it would make her upset. She is dependent on Mireille since she is the only person she actually knows. And I don't think Mireille realises that until the end.

The end of the episode was really cute. I am really starting to get attached to these two.

And that's the end! I decided to do a little sketch of Chloe at the end here for those who read this whole thing

There is a significant lack of Noir content and I want to change that so I might post some art on my art blog (^o^)v

[mittenlady]

Hi. I am bored and also wanting to bother you specifically. Which theory is better? Athena Cykes being a robot (evidence being widget, how did she never get hurt/see blood, Métis “studying” just being working with her code, autism) or her dad being the Phantom (this evidence is more Métis based like how would the psychological profile work without a match, why didn’t she just kill him, why doesn’t Athena see Bobby as weird, Athena gets double autism genes) Both work well in any context. I like Phantomdad cause Athena and Apollo can bond over terroristic fathers <3

omg me specifically… such an honor… ok lemme think this thru (this is a long one)

robothena:

• actually how does widget connect to her emotions… bc there is a way to judge how someone’s feeling based on bodily signs like pulse, temp., etc., but even at that a lot of emotions have very similar bodily reactions and part of determining how u feel is like… from the mind. if i remember my AP psych 5 correctly 😎 but also even at that widget wouldn’t logically have access to her thoughts that does not make sense unless metis like… chipped her??? or something????? which is still impossible

• i think if she’s sheltered enough then at 11 when she saw metis die, she might not have recognized it? but i feel it’s very implausible that she as a child would be so that intensely cautious + NEVER get into an accident + absolutely always be supervised enough to never get hurt. it is odd that her perspective would be that warped so that she’s unable to recognize it but idk. if she has no frame of reference is it human instinct to recognize blood… (i will not do further research at this time i am lazy)

• last two points u bring up i don’t think it’s mentioned what metis does specifically so no comment also elaborate on what you mean by the autism point because athena is giving neurodivergent but like what do you mean in context of that being evidence 😭

• she does seem to enjoy orange juice and little girl treats tho so how would that work… robots don’t really need to eat…

• also based on the navigation companions (ponco and clonco; only reason i know the proper term is for CAYA) why would her machinery be so more advanced than theirs? if aura and metis r capable of creating something so lifelike then why are ponco and clonco, made after her (i think) so far behind?

phantom dad ??:

• metis likely wouldn’t have a match for the phantom’s identity but it was simon who brought her the audio recording of the phantom’s voice i believe so that’s how she composed the psych profile knowing that. 95% sure because i had to look this up for CAYA

• tbf the phantom was wearing a jacket, but also yeah she likely could have done something in self-defense… but if they used the sword on her it’s likely any attempts @ self-defense wouldn’t have gone well regardless. there’s not really enough information in the game i don’t think to say whether or not there was an attempt or not

• bobby was able to fuck w his emotions in game and put on the appearance of emotions, if i remember correctly that was an aspect during the cross-examination/mood matrix part during it, so that’s likely why she didn’t find it off. and if she did, the game didn’t think to actually foreshadow anything by having her mention it either in passing or in her own narration during turnabout academy

i think athena and apollo both having terrorist fathers would be funny tho lol

but based on my minimal research as i consider this, the robothena one seems more plausible as it does better explain some of the illogical parts of the game. ofc it’s in the “future” but literally this made me realize that widget doesn’t make much sense with his ability to literally know what she’s thinking. like unless there’s some wack-ass science shit the writers just didn’t think necessary to share like… what is going on with that

[mysteryman-17]

Here Comes Niko! is a 3D platformer developed by Frog Vibes, and published by Gears for Breakfast. It's a nice, chill experience, and I **highly** recommend officially supporting both it and the soundtrack by @stijnidek! (The composer is also on SoundCloud and Twitter btw!)

I'm gonna be real here, guys: this is honestly the most frustrated I've ever felt making a cover of a game track, but not because of any difficulties with the arrangement. Like, come ON man! The first track to ever remix Here Come Niko's OST in any capacity... was the wack ass Wrong Enemy replacement for my Time's End AU (which still needs a mf update,) and the only video I could find on YouTube period(!!!) that even sounds like it has covers of the OST in the background was Scruffy's interview with the game devs. The game's been out a whole ass YEAR, and the pool of public music fan content is that small. Moreso than any game I've ever covered music from before, please PLEASE PLEASE support the official OST for it, and PLEASE make more remixes of it! Here Comes Niko deserves better recognition than it's got, and the music doubly so - especially from musicians with greater skills than my own. Anyhow, my own personal frustrations outside of this track aside, I'm incredibly happy with how this turned out! Added various things that weren't in the original track, so this isn't a one-to-one cover, but I feel like I've done a good job of capturing the base vibe of the track. Was surprisingly tricky to figure out some of the backing stuff in here; got it in the end tho! Am hoping that I finally did the great OST for this game some proper justice at long last, and I also hope you guys enjoy!

You can also listen to this track in high quality on my SoundCloud here! 

[all-about-seggs]

Cream puff-

Levi, Zeke, Reiner and Jean x Chubby! Reader

┗Fandom- Attack on Titan

�� Warnings- Headcanons, smut, creampie, mommy kink, cunnilingus, breeding kink, also don't ask me why I chose that title ಠ_ಠ

┗ Levi Ackerman

Look, he's already short

He has muscles but that doesn't change his stature all that much so you're most likely going to be bigger than him.

The size difference doesn't bother him, because if he's in a relationship with you then it's probably bc of your personality.

He feels at home when your wrap your plump arms around him, he may or may not reciprocate but he loves it.

Awkward at giving compliments, all Levi's gonna do is stare at you when he wants to tell you that you look good but not with the death stare he has most of the time.

It's subtle, the softness in his features and the glint in his eyes when he admires your chubby form quietly.

He's not ashamed when it comes to staring at you and he has an eye for catching all the details.

Since cleaning is his forte, the first thing he does when he takes your cloths off is lick your kitty clean with utmost professionalism.

Whenever he looks at your stomach fold when he lifts your knees flush to your chest, all bulging and soft, raging thoughts of breeding you like a cow flows in Levi's mind and he makes it a point to watch his cum drip out of your aching pussy everytime he fucks you raw.

He's humanity's Hottest strongest soldier if you even think for a second that he's not gonna be able to lift your 200 pound ass up in the bathroom wall to stuff you full of himself then he will undoubtedly demonstrate it for you.

TRY him.

Simps for your- Thighs

┗ Zeke Jaeger

He's a shameless one.

Expect a lot of dirty jokes whenever he's not at work (or maybe even there he doesn't really care when he wants to see you embarrassed).

Stuff like how you don't need a chair when you have his face or how he's gonna train his shoulders extra hard so that you can have better knee resters .Pls wack his cringey ass

Whether you're the busty kind or the one with the ass kinda chubby he'll spend hours fondling and / or squishing them casually.

The two of you could be doing laundry together and Zeke will just slip one hand under your shirt and give your boob/ ass a good squeeze and just laughs when you swat his hand away.

Face sitting is a big thing for him and some playful pinching which can get slightly painful but he loves it when you whine and cry out for him.

He's pretty tall and mascular so you don't have to worry about smothering him either, he'll take your weight with a string of praises.

His beard tickling your inner thighs and ass adds on to the pleasure his tongue provides and you have to stop and wonder how is he so good at it.

Will try to use you as a body pillow afterwards tho.

Simps for your- Ass

┗ Reiner Braun

He loves loves loves playing the manly man in both the bedroom and outside it.

Your body build doesn't change anything for him bc he'll treat you like a glass doll no matter what.

Reiner makes it his personal mission to always have you on his lap or on top of him in general since it gives him easy access to all your squishy folds.

Speaking of you being on top, he melts quite literally when you cockwarm him.

Just the thought of having your warm pussy envelope his cock gets him going, like you don't even have to move bc he'll do all the work.

Grabbing your plump tummy he thrusts his hips upwards as you straddle him makes his manliness go down the drain and he just moans out your name while cumming.

Spooning sex is also one of his favourite bc he gets to watch your fleshy body giggle with each of his thrusts. He's rough and fast and he lives for your cries of pleasure.

Simps for your - Tummy

┗ Jean Kirstein

He acts all cool and composed but the slightest bit of skin makes him go ballistic.

He loves it all, boobs, tummy, ASS he's in it for everything.

A day doesn't go by when he doesn't suck on your boobs. He's blushing and complaining but his little nibs and licks on your nipples are enough to show his compliance.

Mommy kink!!

Probably started out as a joke but the way he moans when you pet his head while giving him a handjob definitely gave his fetish away.

He's 6'3 with a dash of fragile masculinity so in the off chance that you're bigger than him, it's going to take A LOT of coaxing to get him to sit on your lap.

He might just settle for resting his head of your chest or letting you be the big spoon. Begrudgingly

Simps for your- Boobs

[kaykay-13]

HAKAOEHAIOS CHONGYIN IS AN UNFORGIVING MALEWIFE AND XINGQIU ALMOST DIES HAVING TO DO ACTUAL CHORES

Chongyun: baobei, do the dishes.

Xingqiu: excuse me? Who are YOU to tell me what to do? In my own house? Plus, we have servants! Why should i-

Chongyin: picks up a shoe

Xingqiu, on his hands and knees: i-i mean yes dear,,,

chongyun’s like “oh i’m not stuck in your house. you’re stuck in your house with ME”

immoral xingqiu being so easily overpowered by some wack ass commoner he took off the streets? the servants were worried chongyun would be bullied but now they revere him as their saviour. finally they can take a break in the feiyun mansion. also it’s funny to see their usually composed master on his hands and knees

[ellohcee]

Call Me

Okay so I want to throw this little bit out into the universe of one of my favorite instances of Jasper I've written. Context: He's a host for a dinky late night radio show and he has like... 10-15 listeners max and David is one of them, a college student who Can’t Sleep even between classes and his job, so he’s up late late listening to Jasper’s show. He calls in sometimes because Jasper is always offering advice and encouraging people to call in and chat, specifically about LGBTQ topics and David finds comfort and encouragement in their chats. They’ve been talking for a while but he still goes by the name Red. 

- - - -

“Alright you night owls, this next one goes out to my long lost buddy, Red.”

David looked up at the radio in surprise, his pencil stilling on the page.

“It’s been a while since we’ve heard from ya and we miss you dude. And I’m gonna get hella gay up in here, but that’s on brand for me, I miss you.”

David’s breath caught in his throat painfully, his heart hammering.

“So I hope you catch this, give us a call, let me know how you’re doing buddy I’m dyin’ here, don’t leave me hanging. Cause I’ve got a question for you and you wont know what until you gimme a ring. Yes I’m gonna be that guy. So call. Please.”

The music picked back up, and true to Jasper’s word, Blondie’s Call Me started playing.

The pencil had slipped from his fingers without realizing as David tried to decipher all of that, especially that last, sincere please. Jasper missed his calls? Maybe he was just worried because David had dropped off so suddenly. It had just been too nerve wracking once he realized he was crushing on the radio host. But what could Jasper possibly want to ask him? Was it good or bad?

He was still nervous and the idea of calling in downright terrified him now, but… he at least owed it to Jasper to let him know he was alive. It must have looked bad, for him to be consistently calling about once a week and then suddenly stop with no warning, going on nearly two months of silence now. Jasper was always so nice and seemingly happy to talk to him, he must be worried. Gosh, now he had to call, he felt terrible.

David had to take several steadying breaths and about twenty good minutes to work up the nerve, but he managed to eventually press call, hands shaking as he listened to the phone ring.

“What’s up caller you’re live, how’s it hangin?”

“Um, hi...” he said quietly.

He heard a soft intake of air and a shuffle. “That you Red?” Jasper asked, sounding hopeful, the excited smile evident in his voice.

“Y-yes, it’s me,” David replied.

“Aw, buddy, good to hear your voice again man, I was gettin’ worried bout you.”

“I’m so sorry I- just- life, you know?” David hedged, feeling even more guilty because he couldn’t give an honest explanation.

“I feel that, it’s cool dude, it’s just good to hear from ya. I assume you heard my call out?”

David’s heart started beating faster, so, so antsy. If it weren’t for the guilt of worrying Jasper he probably wouldn’t have had the guts to call, but he could still be a wreck about it, easily. “Yes, I did. You... had a question?”

“Yeah! You don’t mind me askin’ live?”

“Um, sure, that’s fine,” David said nervously. It couldn’t be too bad if it was something Jasper could ask on air. Right?

“Sweet. So. Last we talked your rough waves from the coming out thing were settling. You found a boyfriend yet?” the radio host asked casually.

David eyebrows shot up in surprise, his face going so very red and he was so very grateful this was a phone call, not in person because that would make it ten times worse. “Um- n-no, I- I haven’t… um, no,” he stammered uselessly. Why was this the topic??

“Awesome!” Jasper said in delight, leading to an awkward pause. “Wow fuck that sounded hella mean I am so sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. Cheese and crackers, foot in mouth Jasp, good one. Anyway! I just meant because- like, stop me if this is too weird, or hang up on me, but I was wondering if I could like… take ya on a date?”

David’s heart stopped in surprise, the blush that had just started receding coming back full force. His stomach whirled in a mix of dread and excitement, trying to go one way or the other as his brain stalled for a good long moment-

“Red?”

David sucked in a breath. “Is- are you- are you serious?” he asked softly, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

“Course dude!! I wouldn’t fuck around with you like that, hell no! I’m for super serious!”

“But… we’ve- you- you don’t even know what I look like,” David stammered, trying to find reason to turn him down, but so, so desperately wanting to say yes. He felt stupid for saying it the second it left his mouth, Jasper didn’t seem at all the type to place a lot of importance on appearances.

“I don’t need to! I’m sure you’re rad as hell, but I’m not a looks guy, okay? I like your personality, and I love shootin the shit with you, and you’re super nice. That’s the kinda stuff I’m into, and if you’re hella cute, which I’m sure you are, that’s a bonus!”

David stared down at his desk for a long moment, his thoughts a mess, one hand over his mouth as he took this all in. He had to take a moment to pinch the soft skin on the inside of his arm to decide that this was really happening and he hadn’t passed out at his desk into some dream where his crush happened to reciprocate-

“Reeeddd?” Jasper teased softly after another long pause, bringing him out of his panic spiral. “No pressure my dude, you can say no.”

“Yes,” David blurted shakily.

“Yeah??” Jasper asked, his voice picking up in obvious excitement and relief, despite his apparent brace for a rejection. “For real?”

“Y-yes, I’d… I’d like to,” David said softly, his face still red.

“Aw man, awesome, shit. Okay uh- no PI on air so uh- I go off air at 3, you’re usually up pretty late, yeah? Think you’ll be around?”

“Yes, I should be.”

“Supes, call back when you hear me sign off and we’ll hash stuff out, okay? Or at least do personal numbers to talk during the day.”

“O-okay,” David stammered, his mind whirling. “I’ll do that.”

“Sweet. Okay man, you sound a little wigged out so I’ll let you get back, and I will be counting the minutes til sign off,” Jasper teased.

“Okay, um, talk to you later? Bye.”

“Ta-ta for now!” Jasper sung.

David disconnected the call, his pulse still racing as he listened to Jasper on the radio once more, turning the volume back up just in time to hear.

“Oh my god, wack, holy shit you guys he said yes- fuck he’s probably listening and I sound like a giant goober- hi Red! Okay, anymore callers before we go back to music? Holy shitballs.”

A quick, incredulous laugh escaped his mouth before David could stifle it, his chest swirling with fear and elation. Jasper- Jasper had asked him on a date- and he sounded just as rattled as David felt. That helped a little to know it wasn’t just him- Jasper had just been loads better keeping a cap on his nerves while they were talking.

“You’re up caller!”

David came back from his thoughts when he heard a familiar voice, one of Jasper’s other regular callers.

“Oooooh Jasper asked a boy on a daaatteee~” she teased in delight.

“I know oh my god dude I’m still weak from it, I didn’t wanna mess up with Red but I like… really want to meet him and take him out, especially once he stopped calling? And no offense Red if you’re still there it’s TOTALLY cool cause that woke my ass up! Holy shit I still can’t believe he said yes.”

David listened all throughout the rest of Jasper’s show, all thoughts of homework lost as he leaned his elbows on the desk, hands clasped in front of his mouth. Anticipation made his nerves spike again while sitting through Jasper’s familiar sign off, where he bid goodnight to his listeners and started the after hours playlist. David waited a minute before taking a deep, deep breath and pressing the call button.

It rang only once before the line picked up, and a hopeful voice answered. “Red?”

“H-hi Jasper,” he replied.

“Hey dude! Hey, sorry to put you on the spot like that but- y’know, I figured it would be less creepy to everyone to just be upfront and ask you, instead of being like ‘hey call me after hours hoohoo wink wink,’ ya dig?”

David stifled a giggle, smiling. “I understand. It probably would’ve made me more nervous to have to wait that long, wondering what your question was,” he admitted.

“That too! I wanted to just… put it out there, figured it’d be best. So! You’re really cool with going on a date?”

“Yes, I… I’d like that. To meet you,” he added softly, flushed.

“Rad, okay, nice. So let’s just exchange numbers for tonight? I know you might not sleep anyway but it’s friggen late and I don’t want to keep either of us up too long.”

“That sounds good, I don’t want to keep you up either,” David replied. He gave his number first when Jasper gave the go-ahead, listening to the other man hum as he typed it into his phone, and a few moments later David heard a buzz near his ear.

“I just shot you a text so you have my number and can add me.”

“Got it,” David replied, pulling the phone away briefly to see a text notification at the top of the screen, a short string of peace sign emojis that made him smile.

“Awesome sauce. Well- shit, I’m really excited but again, we can talk later. Try to get some sleep, okay dude?” he asked, sounding genuinely concerned and losing his usual casual tone. “I worry bout you.”

David smiled, touched by the thought. “I’ll try.”

“Okay, I’ll text you sometime tomorrow- today, whatever, much later. Give you a chance to snooze. Night Red, and thanks for- you know. Thanks. Night!”

“Goodnight Jasper, and thank you too,” he replied softly.

“No prob, catch ya later.”

David pulled the phone away and ended the call, his heart still hammering as he tried to comprehend everything. But he decided to pack it away for later, turning off the radio and closing the long abandoned textbook. Hopefully he could get a few hours of sleep and be a tiny bit more composed when he next spoke with Jasper.

Doubtful, but it was a nice thought.

[fridaynightfunkin]

Hot take but I do not give a single flying fuck about the drama about Ninjamuffin99 and all of his wack ass tweets from awhile ago. Yeah they’re gross and stupid as hell and they DEFINITELY DESERVE being called on out their actions and beliefs, but still, people now using this to bash on FNF overall is absolutely idiotic and I now loathe that when looking for FNF stuff, it’s all just drama now and people being on the fence and shit or whining ‘oh don’t interact with me if you even look at FNF’ or lame shit like that.

I mean like in retrospect of fucking COURSE they would have a assbackwards mentality like that, they’re from FUCKING NEWGROUNDS. Literally almost everyone there is ‘like that’, it isn’t shocking news lol. Do people even know what’s the MAIN content is like over there?! The entire site’s major game/animation history is ran on edgy and cringey political statement humor which fosters horrible dated mentalities that naive white boys always gravitate towards in the early to mid 00’s. Or is the fandom really comprised of still highly impressionable younger people who don’t even know that Pico’s original game was literally made after the Columbine school shooting massacre. Pico’s School is literally just a rudimentary maze game version of Postal (the first one, not 2) if you want to look at the similarities in concept and their usage of political/gore shock value at the time.

I fucking knew people were going to dig shit up on the main creator/coder of the game, but I am not surprised at their bullshit at all. You can still enjoy the game and the music, and support the other creators (you know, the people who actually draw the game’s art and compose the music tracks, instead of coding the game) and just do the whole ‘separate art from artist’ thing, since it’s becoming more and more apparent that literally any sort of new popular content creator will have some stupid or genuinely disgustingly horrible tweet somewhere and then go ‘oh no we can’t like this game/music/show’ anymore. FNF isn’t problematic, it’s just Ninjamuffin99 that’s problematic and if you literally just ignore them and just leave them alone to reflect on how stupid they truly are, everything will just move on like normal until some other niche new fandom pops up and the fucking cycle continues on and on

[your-highnessmarvel]

What’s This? NSFW

NOT REQUESTED but since yall loved my dom!chris fic so much. 

Summary: You are invited to a party at Chris’s penthouse and while partying, you find a particularly interesting accessory behind a mantle piece over the foyer...

Warnings: smut, dom!chris, rough!chris, sub!reader

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The party had started rather smoothly. Drinks were being made and served in the kitchen. People were milling in and out, clustered in the living room and dining room, chatting, drinking. Some soft music (more like elevator music) was streaming from the sound system. 

No one was actually partying. 

Now you felt like an idiot. When you’d gotten invited by Chris, he’d made it sound like it would be a raging party with people hanging from the chandelier and a beer pong tournament. Maybe people making out in closets. Maybe someone doing body shots off of Tom’s belly button. Maybe Scarlet starting a dance off. 

But none of this boring, hanging out, sitting stuff. 

You stood by the kitchen, watching the living room with a bored expression. There was a cold drink in a red solo cup in your hand, pressed against your sternum. Chris was somewhere in the throng of people, but when you’d arrived, he’d been too busy greeting everyone to offer any company. 

You knew Chris from your friend, the stunt director. You’d all met one night at your friend’s party, and you felt like this invitation was more of a pity invite than anything else. But here you were, watching your friend mingling with the rest, while you stood there. 

But as the night wore off, and the boring people left, Mackie put on the sound system to the max and someone started playing throwbacks. The drink started to get to you, and you ended up dancing with Scarlet and Mackie and your friend, while Chris had finally started a beer pong match in the kitchen. 

You twirled around with your friend, laughing, enjoying the night. Making friends with A-list celebrities wasn’t all that bad. They were fun when they weren’t being followed by paparazzi and journalists. They were clever and cunning and oh - was that Mackie starting a dance battle with Scarlet? Yes. 

You laughed, leaning against the brick and stone fireplace because the laughter was beginning to make your stomach burn. When you turned to see if Chris was winning, you spotted something shiny behind the mantle piece on the fireplace. Your smile was replaced by a confused frown. Tilting your head, you reached behind and wrapped your fingers around something metal and cold. You pulled it out slowly. 

“Oh. My. Fucking. God.”

Almost all action ceased entirely. Only the music still blared, and after one second, Mackie turned it off. 

“No fucking way, Chris,” Mackie said in disbelief. 

Chris, midway from throwing a winning shot, was staring at you with his mouth parted, blue eyes wide. His chest heaved once, twice, three times.

You held between your index and thumb a pair of glittering handcuffs. 

“Chris, buddy, I didn’t know you were like that,” Tom chuckled. 

Your eyes went from face to face, but you were blushing because Chris was into bondage? 

But then your moment of reflection over Chris Evans’s bedroom preferences was ruined when he came lunging after you. His run began as he threw away the ping pong ball, dashing across the kitchen. He jumped over the railing, landing smoothly on the living room floor. 

You yelled. Your instincts told you that if a six foot tall, (close to) two hundred pounds of muscle came barreling towards you with murder in his eyes, you run. 

You turned on your heels and dashed out of the living room, into the hallway. For a second, you hesitated between running around the living room and into the dining room, but everyone would be there to see you fall to Chris’s humiliation. So after a split second, you dashed down the hall, hearing Chris stumbling after you. 

You let out a squeak and burst through a door, turning without contemplating the room and trying to close it. 

A hand came onto the door, fingers inches from your eyes, and pushed. You tried to put up a fight, but like you said, almost two hundred pounds of muscle could not be competed with. 

You let that option go, and dashed across the room, but just a few steps in and you stopped. It was a bedroom. It was a queen size bed with blue sheets and white sweaters spread all over it kind of room. 

Fuck. This was Chris’s room. 

He was behind you, heaving. You could hear him there, silently watching you asses the fact that you’d ran right into a dead end. 

But what made you frown was the sound of the door closing and clicking shut. 

“Oooooh kay,” you said nervously, putting your hands up and twirling on your heels with a smirk. 

Chris stood there with a lifted brow. He wore a dark blue sweater and black trousers, hair pushed back behind his ears, and the way he stood there with his fists clenched, let you know just how mad he was that you found his handcuffs. 

You cocked your head. “Look, whatever you’ve got going on here with these - uh - things, it ain’t my fault I found them.”

His lips turned upwards. 

“Okay, look,” you tried again. “I found it because you left them there! And what the hell were they doing in your living room, Christopher? Like, leave them in here or something. Did you tie someone up against the fireplace? ‘Cause that’s wack. And if you’re going to use handcuffs to tie someone up, at least they should be in a bed.” You stopped. Oh, God, you were rambling. 

Nervousness tightened in your chest when you realized Chris was just staring with a smirk. 

“You sure know a lot about tying people up,” he said, eyeing the cuffs you were still holding. 

You opened your mouth, frowned, then thought twice, closing your lips. You backed up a step, but he followed. “I’ll give them back,” you said. “Just be responsible.”

He shook his head. 

“Or not, you know,” you said with a shrug. “You can be a child also.”

He shook his head. 

“Okay, well, I’ll just leave them here,” you deadpanned, dangling the cuffs over the edge of the bed. 

“No.”

You frowned, turning your eyes to him. His gaze was shimmering, and the way he was looking at you - as if he could see through you and into your soul - was making your knees begin to tremble. 

Oh boy. 

“To you?” you squeaked, and you couldn’t help licking your lips. 

He shook his head. 

“Well fucking get decided!”

He smiled wickedly. “Put it around your wrist.” His voice was commanding and dry, as if you weren’t friends, as if this wasn’t like, the third time you saw him. 

“W-what?”

“I said,” and he took a long step towards you, “put it around your wrist.”

He was close enough to look down at you. Close enough for you to see the freckles almost fading on his cheeks and the way his beard was a little ginger at the edges. Close enough to see the vagabond black dots in the blue of his eyes and the absolute pink color of his mouth. 

“I - I...”

But he stopped you, gripping the cuffs from your hand while simultaneously grasping your wrist in his large hand. 

“Hey!”

But the cuff wrapped coldly around your right wrist, and Chris held it up to your widening gaze as he tightened it by closing his hand, the metallic sound of it echoing in your ears. 

“Now, since you went snooping -”

“I didn’t.”

“Since you went snooping,” he reiterated in a more ordering tone, eyes searching yours, “you get to wear them.”

Your mouth opened, but before you could tell him off, his free hand gripped your jaw. The pressure of his fingers didn’t allow you to close your mouth, so you stood there, staring at him, looking like a fish out of water. 

He stared at your mouth, at your tongue, then dragged his eyes up to meet yours. “I’m tired of you speaking out of turn.” He was practically seething, but leaking from that clenched jaw and burning eyes was the smell of lust and desire. And it smelled so good. So good that just the change in his voice, the drastic change in his demeanor, made heat pool down your belly, like slime, dripping down your thighs and into your feet. 

Then he let go of your jaw and you closed it obediently. 

He looked lost in his work as he opened the free cuff and directed you towards the bed, your fingers trembling. He extended it, your arm straight as a rod, and swiftly, he cuffed you to the bedpost. 

“Oh my shit,” you mumbled. 

There was a small but sharp slap on your ass, and then Chris’s fingers were gripping your jaw again. Surprisingly, he was smiling when he said, “You speak when you’re told to, understood?”

You frowned. “Can I speak?”

He nodded. 

“I understand.”

He gave a grunt of approval and let you go. Your ass was still stinging from his slap, and you had a feeling he could do much worse. 

Then he took a step back, admiring you from top to bottom. He started by taking a strand of hair between his fingers. Then, looking at you for any signs of refusal, he let his index trail from your collarbone, over the bump of your breast, down to your belly button. 

He hadn’t even kissed you yet and he’d first, slapped your ass, and second, touched your boob. 

You watched him with a quivering lower lip, your eyes wide, drinking in the sight of him; composed and calculated with a keen gaze as he stepped around you. You tried to follow him with your eyes, but you were rooted to the ground as he circled you like predator to prey. 

“It’s funny,” he said, his voice roach, as his breath came upon the back of your neck. Soft hands, gentle and almost tentative, pressed against the swell of your hip. “Those handcuffs have been there since last year’s Halloween party that I hosted here. I went as a cop.”

You frowned, but his hands flitted from your hips down to your thighs, and the sensitive skin there tingled so fiercely that your knees almost buckled. 

“They must have gotten behind the mantle piece when I discarded them,” he continued, his lips grazing your ear. “It gets tiring to carry them around.” All you could do was stare ahead, the buzz on your skin flourishing anew when his fingers dragged along your waist, measuring you. 

“But...” The words weren’t leaving your mouth because now the tips of his fingers were inching below your shirt. 

You felt him shrug as he pressed his front to your back. “All this talk about tying people up, well,” he sighed. “I guess I just couldn’t get it out of my head. Having you all to myself. To my mercy.”

You couldn’t believe this. You’d trapped your own damn self into this by being the bigmouth that you were, and now, you felt like an idiot. 

But you also felt on fire as his skin made contact with yours; fingers on your navel. Then, as he circled back to face you, he let them drag around you, lighting your flesh on fire. 

When he came to face you, he was so close you could feel his breathing. His eyes were so dark, like the bottom of the ocean, and his lips pulled into a daring smirk. With a hand still under your shirt, he smoothed the other onto your cheek and leaned in swiftly, almost startling you. 

His lips were warm and plush, soft as he grazed them onto your mouth. At first, his kiss was tender and almost kind, as if he was giving you time to process it all. His smell invaded your senses, and you hummed as you leaned in, pressing your mouth flush against his. This first sign of enjoyment from your part, albeit very late, produced a groan from his mouth as he gripped your neck with such force that your lips parted into a gasp. He slipped his tongue passed your teeth and onto yours, stepping into you until you were pressed so close to him that you didn’t know where you started and he ended. 

He devoured you like you’d never been kissed before. Your lack of breathing from his fingers around your throat was causing your head to swim, buzzing, tingling with want that dripped down to your belly. 

Then he stepped away from you harshly, ripping away from your mouth as if you’d given him a shock. Your eyes burst open, afraid you’d done something wrong, but the somber, tantalizing look in his blue eyes made the heat spread alarmingly fast down your legs. 

“We don’t need these,” he said, voice rough, low, wanting, as he gripped the hem of your jeans and began undressing you. You let yourself get undressed, watching him hurriedly drag your jeans down your legs until he was pulling them off one foot at a time. 

Seeing your bare legs, he pressed his warm hands against your flesh, dragging, kissing his way up. You felt his beard tickling the soft skin of your thigh. A whimper left your lips and you pressed your free hand to your mouth, not wanting to alert everyone else about just exactly what was going on in here. 

Chris slowly got to his feet and pried your hand from your mouth. He shook his head while you watched with wide eyes. “If you want to be silent, I can gag you,” he stated, raising his eyebrows questioningly at you. 

You shook your head.

“That’s what I thought.”

Then he took your mouth into another breathtaking kiss, muffling the hum that left your throat. He gripped each side of your head with his huge hands, and in that moment, naked from the waist down, you felt so small. 

Keeping his mouth on yours, one of his hands slid down until he hooked his index into your pantie line. He pulled then dragged down, breaking from the kiss to rid you of your knickers.  

Upon seeing you bare before him, biting your lips, anxiously looking around, he gave a soft smile. But then his smile turned into a glare as his eyes met yours, and even if he was half kneeling before you, you were not the one in control.

“Say this is all mine,” he commanded, looking at you from under his brows. 

You opened your mouth, but your hesitation was not enough. Chris got to his feet in a flash and gripped your jaw, walking you backwards until the edge of the bed met the back of your thighs and you gave a small whimper.

“Say that this is all mine,” he gritted, watching you with vivid, sparkling eyes as you searched his face. 

You couldn’t deny the heat between your legs, the slickness you’d felt as he’d pushed you backwards. You liked this.

“It’s all yours.” Your voice was low and small, trembling as it left your quivering lips.

“Again,” he ordered.

You licked your lips as he let go of your jaw, moving you forward so he could step behind you.

“It’s all yours, Chris.”

He groaned, a sound low in his throat, as he sat down on the edge of the bed behind you. You felt his hands on your hips, and you shivered as he lowered you down onto him, his firm chest meeting your spine.

You were sat on his lap, and he took each of your knees in his hands and put them on either side of his own. Then he spread his legs, and you noticed with a fluttering heart, that he was in control of your body. He was controlling just how wide you spread, or not, and as he opened his knees, yours went right along. 

His right hand slithered up your chest, gripping one firm breast and then moving on until his fingers wrapped around your throat. On instinct, your head tilted back until you were leaning into him, head on his shoulder. You felt so vulnerable then; leaned back onto him, spread open like a meal on a table. 

When you felt his fingers skim up your thigh, your cuffed hand gave a tug and the cuff rattled. 

“All mine,” he groaned at the sound of your chain against the bed post. He skimmed higher, where the skin thinned, until he was pressing two long fingers against your throbbing clit. 

You gave a muffled yelp and Chris’s fingers tightened around your throat. You hadn’t noticed just how deprived you were. Just how ready and bursting at the seams. Just how riled up like a fucking rod you were.

The sound of Chris’s voice reverberated into your spine, droning in your ears. “You’re so fucking wet.” It was breathy and vulnerable, the first sign of humanity on him. “So fucking ready.”

His choice of words made you whimper, falling limp on him, to his mercy. The whole ordeal was so vulgar, but as he continued to press and circle your clit, you couldn’t care less about how you looked. You just wanted release. 

And your precipice was approaching fast. Faster than you’d thought. The knot coiled deep in your belly, and with Chris panting behind along with you, squeezing your throat and rubbing tight little circles on you, it wasn’t long until you were writhing against him. 

“Already, baby?” he breathed into your ear. When you didn’t answer, too lost in your pursuit, he tightened his hold on your throat. “Answer me.”

You tried, but if you concentrated on anything else but maintaining a lid, you’d burst. 

“Answer me, Y/N, or I’ll have you writhing like this all night.”

“Yes!” It came out as a gasp, or a moan, you weren’t sure. “I’m close!”

He gave a grunt of approval and his fingers pressed even more onto you, searching your climax, pushing you to the edge. You clenched around nothing, writhing against him, feeling tantalized and empty. Your free hand balled into a fist. 

“You want to be filled?” he asked, huskily. The moan that left you was more like a whine. “Ah, yes.” And when his long middle finger slipped into you easily, you shattered. 

With a strangled moan, you clenched around him, writhing, the force of your orgasm flowing through you like crashing waves. You could feel Chris groaning behind you, rubbing that spot inside of you, riding out your orgasm while the heel of his hand press against your clit.

Heavens. 

“Fuck, baby, that’s tight,” he whispered in your ear, fingers around your throat, still rubbing that spot inside you.

When you were but a sighing mess, legs jelly over his, he slipped his finger out of you and picked you up, bridal style. For a few moments, while he shuffled around and your cuffed arm dangled, you were cocooned in his embrace. 

Then your back met the plushness of his bed, your head reeling, still buzzing from your climax. Behind your closed lids, you felt him parting your knees. Your cuffed arm was rigid at your side, while the other hand struggled to drag up your thigh, searching for him. 

You opened your eyes to see Chris all but rip his shirt over his head, exposing a firm chest. Fine hairs sprinkled across his golden skin. Your eyes wandered lazily across his shoulders, down to the shadows across his collarbone and pecks. 

He looked at you, watching you admiring him, and a lazy smirk spread on his lips. Then he wrapped his hand around your wrist and guided your free hand to his crotch. Through his trousers, you could feel just how hard he was. You could feel the warmth of him seeping through the fabric. You could feel the length and impressive girth of him, and a small yelp got caught in your throat.

“You’ll take me,” he said in a low tone after hearing you. You gulped, and his smirk turned into a frown. “You will.”

You nodded, fingering the button to his trousers. He helped you unbuckle himself, and as he took himself out, you caught the first drop of precum on your thumb. 

He groaned lowly, his eyes watching you intently as you carefully wrapped your fingers around his cock and gave one tentative pump. 

“You look so small like this,” he breathed, one hand on your spread knee. You moaned at his choice of words, continuing your ministrations, carefully pumping him up and down. You wished you could drop to your knees and taste him, but by the way he’d reacted earlier to your “talking out of turn”, you didn’t want to try to control him now. 

His eyes kept going from yours to where you were pumping him, the fingers on your knee pressing more and more harshly into the skin. You turned your pumps into twisting motions, pressing your thumb under the engorged head to smear his precum all over it. 

Chris grunted, spreading your knee wide so he could slip his hand between and press his thumb to your aching clit. 

“Chris.” The name came out like a whisper, but it was enough to alight the fire in his eyes. 

His other hand shot from your knee to your throat. “Tell me,” he ordered, panting, bent over you completely. “Tell me you want me.”

You gasped out, “Yes.” But it wasn’t enough. The fingers on your neck squeezed. “I want you, Chris.”

“Good.”

The pressure on your clit left, his hand going around your wrist and pinning it to the bed. He hovered over you for an instant, his knees on the bed now for leverage.

“Look at you.” His voice was tantalizing, as if taunting you. You were breathless, begging, almost writhing beneath him for a second release. “You’re all mine. All mine and begging. Say it.” 

This time, you didn’t have to be told twice. “I’m all yours.” 

“Yes, you are.” He hooked his hand under your knee, bringing it to your chest. 

He slowly slid in, surprisingly. You had expected him to give you no reprieve, but he watched you intently as your eyes widened, the stretch of him consuming your body. But with your knee to your chest, it was easier, and the fact that he’d made you cum seconds before was aiding you as well. 

But he was a lot. A lot of man to take in, with his weight on top of you and his girth stretching you out like never before. Your free hand scratched at his shoulder, a whine stuck in your throat, but he wasn’t stopping. 

“You’re going to take me,” he ordered between clenched teeth, hand on your jaw, forcing you to look at him. It was a struggle, to take him, as he mercilessly pushed himself to the hilt. You pulsed around him, shuddering, desperate to adjust. You didn’t think you ever would. 

“Chris, I...” The words were breathy, and really, all you wanted was for him to give you a second.

He groaned at your voice, his head momentarily falling to connect your foreheads. “You’re mine,” he groaned. “And you’ll take me like I want.”

You quivered around him at his voice, his choice of words, the way he was bottomed out completely. You were full. Bursting. Seams coming apart slowly. A low moan left your lips as he receded his hips and thrust back in, languidly and harshly. 

“Like that,” he breathed, hand on your hip, the other migrating to your throat. “You’re so tight, huh?” His voice was almost condescending. “You can’t even take me. Look at you. Whining.” The end was almost a whisper as he thrust his hips against yours, sending you clutching onto him for dear life.

“Chris, it’s too big,” you whined, but it was a moan, because deep inside of you, the coil was knotting again. 

The chuckle that left his lips was condescending. “I don’t care.”

Then he thrust his hips against you harshly, setting a languid, deep rhythm that was making louder and louder moans escape your lips. He might be mercilessly big and hard to adjust to, but he was taking you there. 

“That’s it, baby,” he breathed encouragingly when he saw - and felt - how you were growing used to him. “Wet and tight. You love it.”

The hand around your throat squeezed and you whined a low, “Yes.” 

His rhythm became fiercer, thrusting harshly against you, and the coil in your belly began to shudder. Legs trembling, you latched onto him. He kept thrusting in you with force, the fabric of his trousers scratching the back of your thighs, moans mingling with his grunts. You were sure the hand on your hip would bruise, and the one around your throat would choke you to death. 

You clenched around him, the coil in your belly tight and ready to burst. Chris kept rolling his hips to hit the spot in you. “Come on, baby, I feel you,” he breathed, thrusting into you with ease now. Your mouth opened into a small “O” and Chris’s thumb found home against your tongue. “That’s it, that’s it.” 

The coil burst and you moaned loudly against his thumb, clenching hard around his cock. It was such a strange but amazing feeling; the mixture of pain and pleasure, and your orgasm hit you with such vivacity that stars danced behind your lids. 

“Fuck, that’s tight.”

His thrusts kept meeting your hips as he railed into you, thumb pressing against your tongue to keep your mouth slightly open. Then his thumb slipped out of your lips, carrying your spit down your chin. Almost sloppily, like he was losing his grip, he fumbled with your shirt to lift it over your belly. 

“You’re so tight, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, each thrust sending your body jolting on the bed.  

You whined, the feeling of him inside of you still driving the aftermath of your orgasm across your skin. 

He gave a few sloppy thrusts, holding you down onto the mattress, before he pulled out and spurt hot ropes of cum all over your exposed belly. He fisted himself, emptying on your flesh, groaning with each new wave. 

Then he kissed you gently, taking you by surprise by how soft it was. How gentle. When he stopped, his fingers skimmed down your legs, to your cuffed hand, and broke you free. Then he kissed the raw and abused flesh of your wrist. Kissed your bent knees. Your thighs. Then he buckled himself back up, his chest glistening with sweat.

He was panting when he ran into the bathroom and came back with a hot towel to clean you up. He was smiling and searching your gaze when you winced as the hot towel brushed over your core. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Those words, after such a different side of him being exposed, made you blush deep crimson. 

“Who knew you were this dirty, Chris,” you panted, still laying on the bed. He chuckled and helped you into your panties. 

“I just...” he trailed off, picking up your jeans. “When I see you, I get different.”

“Huh?” You were too weak to stand, so you let Chris dress you up. 

“Ever since I met you, all I’ve wanted was to have you all to myself.” He gave you a wink when you lifted your hips off the bed, your jeans sliding back into place. “And well, you provided the opportunity today.”

You shook your head, but you were smiling as you sat up. Your knees were jelly and you were sure that if you tried to stand, you’d need a minute to find your bearings. 

“You’re lucky I’ve wanted this for a while too,” you admitted. 

He gave you a lazy, sleepy smirk as he held his hand out. “We’ve kept them waiting for a while,” he said. “We should go back. It’s my party afterall.”

You blushed a deep red and took his hand.

[lordseochangbin]

seo changbin x reader— enemies to lovers, diss track au! fluff & angst

a/n: ok there were some points where i felt iffy but i LOVE this idea and omg i love this sm im 🥺

in your seventeen years of living, you never enjoyed the number of comparisons your parents made between you and the boy next door.

he was just a few years older than you were, always mocking you for still being underaged and leaving you to spit out bullshit such as “im 18!! if you count the time i spent in my mother’s womb!”

it’s like he purposely did it to rile you up, but of course you got him back everytime. changbin being the most “popular music major” at school made him very much secretive and since you two knew each other from a young age, you were his weakness. you held his secrets, his past. that’s what made you powerful in this relationship stirred up from hate and jealously.

that, and your ability to compose amazing music.

it was another day at the school’s music studio. the professor understood you and changbin had some sort of misunderstanding so it was a priority that you two never shared a room, but mistakes happen i suppose.

you sat on the black leather chair, rocking it back and forth as you found yourself lost in your thoughts. “what should i write this song about...” you thought to yourself, chewing a pen cap between your lips.

you replayed the music over and over again. it was beautifully composed and you were quite impressed with yourself, however it didn’t hit the voices nor the raps of any music majors so you decided to call it a draft.

your cursor lingered towards the “draft” button before the door could burst open, revealing a boy in his usual black tee, sweats and shoes.

“get out” you said with a stern voice, eyes focused on the screen as you could already tell who it was

“geez... okay okay. what are you working on dumbass?” he said, resting his hands on the headrest of your seat as you stared at the screen

“it’s none of your business changbin” you remarked, clicking the draft button before the track could auto-play

you quickly rushed to pause the song before changbin could grab your wrists, staring at the blank page who’s title matched the title of the track

“some shitty music this is” he smirked, slamming the pause button so hard it made you jump in your seat

“try listening to your own music” you said, shoving him to the side and hiding your lyric book

changbin grabbed the desk behind him to regain balance, hurrying over to you as he grabbed the book in your hand

“what’s this? hmm? your love songs about me?” he smirked

your pretend-gagged in your mouth, grabbing the book from his hand and slapping his arm with it.

“stop bothering me you prick!”

“stop bothering me you prick!! mehhh” he mocked, his voice in a high pitched tone as winced his eyes at you.

everyday went like this. was he destined to annoy you? destined to be the only fault in your life with no mercy. he just enjoyed the way you scrunched your nose, the way you punched his stomach, the way you kicked his shin. god, he loved making you angry and he loved seeing you struggle.

changbin dodged your book this time before you could wack him, and assuming he was done with his daily business you went back to your seat. forgetting everything that happened seconds ago before a sudden reminder could be heard tingling down your ear

“you know y/n, why can’t you just like me?” he asked, his finger teasingly caressing the side of your cheek

“every girl wants me, yet you... i just don’t get you” he continued, pointing at you to show how much “you stood out”

you rolled your eyes, not having any of it at the moment. but you had to admit it, your heart was beating out of your chest and something in you was telling you to go for it. he’s right there, just one inch away from his lips and you could-

“exactly, take a hint seo changbin. i can’t, and i won’t ever like you” you spat in his face, forcing him to seperate his hands from your heated cheeks.

“alright, alright chill” he said in a somewhat teasing voice, “but you know you want to be mine. ill make sure of it”

“me? with your cocky ass? bet”

“it’s not like i want to be with you either y/n” he said, leaning against the desk as you looked at you for any reaction. you were as still as a statue however, and this didn’t go unnoticed by changbin. in fact, he was a bit worried when he didn’t hear a response from you.

you simply blinked, your eyes drawn to the floor as his words transcript itself into your head. he never wanted to be with you, he never wanted to be with you.

“hey, y/n you good?” he said, nudging your shoulder a bit

you woke up from your sudden day dream before turning back to your computer and ignoring his presence as you always did. but changbin wasn’t finished, he pressed the play button to your recent track.

“stop it, i can’t figure out the lyrics to this yet” you said. changbin raised an eyebrow at your plain stated response before he could smirk

“ill help you out with that”

changbin waits for the beat to replay, his eyes looking directly into yours as he twirls your chair so you’re looking at nothing more than the “rap god of music school spearb”. your breath increases as you are forced to look at him in his place, where he paced back and forth thinking of lyrics before he could spit something out.

your eyes watched as changbin took over each beat, his hands moving around to fit syllables with notes and his eyes deadlocked on you to make sure you took down every word. yes, it was offensive. yes, it was beyond talented. yes, did he so fucking hot as he brushed his fingers through his hair, his eyes now on the roof as he tried to think of lyrics to continue. but what hit you the hardest was when he pointed out how cold-hearted you were in the middle of your rap.

to be clear, he said “hey y/n youre cold hearted, like elsa farted. ‘let it go’ when you’re around me,your period hasn’t started” (A/N: I AM SO SORRY SKSK I WANTED TO HAVE FUN WITH THIS LMFAOO)

these lyrics made you laugh at first, but when you realized what he meant it remained drilled in your head. as the song went on his lyrics become more and more serious, more and more meaningful. you sat back in your seat, not even paying attention to what he was saying. you just watched him. his every moment. you eyed him from top to bottom as your heart beat started to pace a little faster. 

changbin poured his heart out in this moment. he wanted to let you know of these mixed feelings he was having. i mean, geez y/n, why were you always such a bitch to him? for no fucking reason? that’s why he decided to ignore his own feelings and bully you for now on. you hated him anyways. but as the song went on, he was tired of rapping about your imperfections (that he tried so hard to make up). he wanted to confess his love in words you could understand, and now that he had your attention he focused on doing just that. only until the music could stop.

“y/n... y/n? you pressed the pause button”

you turned around to find your elbow on the space bar. “oh.. oh! my bad i’m... oh what am i saying” you muttered to yourself before turning to him.

“get out!!” you said, standing up to push him out the door.

“okay, okay” changbin put both hands up in surrender

you shut the door in a hurry, your back slamming against it as you clutched onto your shirt. there was a burning pain there, it felt like your chest was collapsing upon itself. you never felt like this before. was it the fact that he was rapping about you? was it the insults? did it offend you THAT much? you rolled your eyes, your back slowly sliding down until your body met the floor as you finally met a steady heartbeat.

“it’s cause i like you, fucking idiot. and you call me cold-hearted?” you said, thinking back on his lyrics.

“we’ll see about that”

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a smug expression fit your mood as you walked down the halls, each step pulling you closer to lordseochangbin music school’s courtyard. changbin and his “rap” friends typically hung out around there and girls crowded them in awe of their looks. 

your dark eye circles drooped down low, you spent all night in distress. did he not like you? he liked you? his words hurt your petty heart, to say the least. you wanted to come up with excuses to answer this burning feeling. what was this feeling? 

it came down to feeling confused, amazed, happy, heartbroken. they all seemed jumbled up and all you could think about was throwing it into words. all night you focused on your new diss track dedicated to the one and only seo changbin. you wanted to show him you weren’t just bitching around when you said you hated him. you meant it. in all honesty you loved him, and all he did was bully you around for it. 

god, to call you a bitch like that? that hit different. you pushed through the mob of girls, standing confidently before changbin as he looked up from his laptop to see you.

“y/n...” he said, unconsciously handing his laptop to jisung to give you his attention. his hands rested on his knees before he could stand up, the crowd tensing around you

“god, here goes the typical y/n and changbin stand-off. power of the two rap lyrical writers” someone said behind you.

yes it was a typical scene, you and changbin causing scenes everywhere around campus. but this one felt different. this scene felt like it would leave a rough patch.

“changbin, just wanted to return what you gave me last night” the vagueness in your words threw everyone off, including changbin’s friends

“what? a good night lyrics to complete your song?” he smirked, taking a daring step towards you.

the close proximity made you stutter a bit before you could take out your laptop from your backpack and expose a rough draft, something you found on changbin’s drive

“wait.. isn’t that my draft music?” he asked, his eyes glaring at the screen before turning back to you

“exactly, now im gonna give you a piece of your own medicine”

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you slinged your backpack over your shoulder and you walked away from the crowd. god, that was embarrassing. it was different to say the least, the crowd cheered you on but their support didn’t matter. what mattered the most was the way changbin’s eyes glared at you the whole time. he didn’t bother to make out the words you were saying but he knew exactly what you were doing.

one thing changbin couldn’t get himself to realize was your motive? why were you literally spitting bars at his face? 

he stared blankly as you left thinking not only did you attack his height, his rap style, and his skills-- you attacked his heart.

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the next day he never came around to your studio. to ensure you weren’t sharing this time you checked the schedule for the booked room everyday but you never found his name. you knew he was around because of the gossip about him and his new single with his mates, but you never saw him on campus. 

when summertime came around you were excited to come home as well, hoping to see the same boy next door but you were more than heartbroken to find out the seo family had moved out. his absence was a daily reminder of the mistake you made. you should’ve confessed way sooner.

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a year passed before changbin could find himself backstage, his palms sweaty from the nervousness that had been piling over him these past few days. it was a small debut, but he knew every one of his fans were anticipating this. 

you, on the other hand, had no idea what was going down until a group of girls jumped ahead of you in the lunch line.

“hey y/n! you didn’t hear about 3racha’s debut? i guess changbin was debuting first after all” the girl giggled. your mouth dropped at the sudden statement.

“changbin.. he’s..he’s debuting?!”

“yeah! his stage is tonight!” the other girl replied, “do you wanna join? i have an extra ticket”

you grabbed the palm of the girl’s hands, giving it a squeeze in gratitude. “wow, thank you. thank you dude” 

“you welcome” the two girls smiled before you could exchange numbers. 

today was the special day, huh? you thought to yourself. it was the day he always teased you about, the typical “just wait till i’m famous, then you’ll like me!” he always bragged

you laughed like an idiot just thinking about it.

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later that day you decided to pass some time on twitter, searching changbin in the small text box in order to get any information on his debut. luckily, the tag was filled with posts and articles about 3racha. you learned a couple things from this which explained so much about the past year. his disappearance: he was transdered into a popular company called jyp, which was the same company he was debuting in. the company building was also 200 miles away, which may have explained why the seo family had moved. it seemed all too coincidental however, but only left one spot blank in your unfilled answer sheet. why did he never say goodbye? (a/n: bruh “never say goodbye” is the lyrics to the stray kids ost that changbin helped write... anyways continue)

you jumped into a taxi with the two girls, all bubbly and giggly as you chit-chatted inside the car. the girls ensured you wore an outfit that was a bit out of your comfort zone, a red-shimmery bodycon dress that hugged your waist tight. your figure shined the most in this outfit, and earned the top topic in your conversation with the girls as you talked about the usual “where and how” you got your outfit. 

200 miles, it took about two hours you supposed at the steady speed the taxi-driver went in. once two hours passed you couldn’t help but to ditch the conversation, a pit in your stomach slowly building as you anticipated changbin’s presence. what if he forgot about you? you thought about the question for a bit before concluding it would be best if he did forget about you. 

you entered the club, finding a table nearby the stage. as the three of you got seated you noticed a face peek out behind the curtains. if it wasn’t the look on his face, god that look on his face. you could see his shocked expression as he looked at you eye-to-eye. he never expected to see you here, in fact it was the last thing that crossed his mind but instead of making him more nervous your presence made him feel more at ease, more at home. 

three performances went by in a breeze, the crowd cheering on at certain parts that impressed even you. the lyrics were fun, having you jumping in your seat as swaying back and forth to the songs. but before you knew it the solo stages came on, changbin’s was up first.

the second he got on the stage his eyes scanned the crowd before they landed on you once again. a smug smirk fitted his face as the song started, chan and jisung looking over at changbin for the message that inspired the song lyrics.

“this one’s dedicated to the girl that broke my heart. there’s more to the story of course, and now that i think about it.. i think i should probably change my words up a bit” he laughed, taking chan and jisung by surprise before they could find you in the crowd as well.

“this song... it’s to the girl i loved.. and i hated the most. thank you for being there for me, whether you wanted to or not. thank you for.. dealing with my bullshit. for being my motivation and inspiration. you mean so much more than you’ll ever know, this one’s to you”

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three minutes later you found yourself crying in the bathroom corner. you couldn’t tell if it was tears of joy or sadness. small sniffles was all changbin heard in the tiny room before he could knock on the door

“y/n, can i come in?”

“you would still come in even if i said no” you replied in the midst of tears, trying to wipe some off with your hand

“you’re right” changbin replied as he allowed the door to open by itself. he ran to you in a heartbeat, getting you on your feet and wiping the small droplets on your cheeks

“now why is my babygirl crying right now?” he laughed, leaning down to lock eyes with you 

“did you really have to address me as babygirl?! seriously, you pervert!” you slapped his chest as you continued crying “i’m only three years younger, THREE” you pointed three fingers out as he softly grabbed your wrists, pulling you closer

“ it was all i could think of in the moment, i’m sorry love”

“i mean if i was there to help you-”

“are we seriously going to argue right now” changbin interrupted, resting his forehead against yours. there it was. your heart doing that funky thing again. god your brain cells were just squirming in disgust.. this feeling of excitement, love, yuck! it was disgusting! you thought. but deep down, you really loved seo changbin. with every breath you could never take back the fact that you loved seo changbin.

“no...i just missed you so much” you mumbled, a stutter in the midst as you could feel changbin’s hot breath with the close proximity

“then will you shut up and let me kiss you now? please?” he whispered, his hands cupping your cheeks before you could nod in approval

“did you brush your te-”

“i said shut up” changbin said with a smile before your lips could meet with his. you immediately fell into his hands, yours wrapping around his broad shoulders as he picked you up by your waist. your thighs met the cold stone counter-top of the bathroom, changbin fitting in between your legs as you pulled him in for another kiss. changbin leaned back to meet your eyes again, “you know how long i’ve been waiting to do that?” he gasped, trying to catch his breath

“im sure you can write a song about it” you chuckled

changbin looked at the mirror behind you before turning around to find his bags on the floor. “actually....”

he leaned down to find his laptop inside. “i kinda already did?”

[shishinoya]

request | “ Helloooo congrats on 400 followers!!!!! Can I get a and e on the sfw prompt list for Oikawa? Thank you!!!!!! “ — anon

pairing | oikawa tooru x reader

warning | none

[ A — Affection (how affectionate are they? how do they give affection and how do they like to receive it?) ]

- i think u’ll have to do most of the affection giving

- he’s a needy little child

- he would probably do the little things like playing with ur hair or giving u head kisses

- gives u wack hairstyles

- back hugs are a must

- he really loves the attention especially when u give him it

- hand holding in public just to show everyone that u are his and he is urs

- does that thing where he rubs his thumb over ur knuckles that sends electricity through ur whole body

- if he’s doing work, bring him water and snacks and he would love u even more than he already does, which is like impossible

- he wants u to just support him fully and just encourage him

- he doesn’t need anything much with physical affection but words send him over the moon

- tell him when he does something good and make sure he doesn't faint from overworking himself

- expect many dates

- park dates, arcade dates, beach dates, driving around the city at night, firework festival

- u want to do something, just say it and he would be more than happy to take u out

[ E — Ending (if they were to break up with you, how would they get over you? how would they break the news to you? how long would it take them?) ]

- aww man this one is sad :(

- he would probably break up with u due to his busy work schedule

- wouldn’t be an ass and do it over text or something but he would actually meet up with u and explain to u why he is breaking up with u

- or when his fan base gets too overwhelming for u and he doesn’t want them to harass u

- would take him quite some time to get over u

- since u were different and not like his fans, it meant that u were someone special 

- u were the only one he let see him for who he was and not the one he showed everyone else

- u knew him the best

- he forgot his lunch because u weren’t there to bring him an extra one or to remind him in the morning

he misplaces his things because u usually kept him organized and composed

- he skips meals and loses many hours of sleep because ur presence wasn’t there to coax him

- he felt alone and hopeless without u there by his side

- his only solution would be to try to replace u with his fans or to distract himself with more work and practicing volleyball

[hazbbyhaz]

sleepless || harry styles

eight

pairing: Harry Styles x OC

synopsis: a night out on the town

disclaimer: cursing, bars

Forever is composed of nows

Avery watched Harry decline the incoming call without a second thought. “We should get going.” He said, already making his way to the door. She quickly grabbed her keys and her coat before following him out of the flat. There was something impatient and troublesome about his presence as he waited for her to lock her front door.

“How are we getting there?”

“We drive.” He must be a damn good photographer if he could afford a car. As if he could read her mind, he soon spoke, “The car’s not mine, It's my uncles.”

The vehicle was small but cute. It seemed to fit him well. During the drive to the club, Harry was rather quiet and closed off. Later saying that his friends were already there, quickly assuming she still remembered them from his birthday

“So, you're a photographer, right? What do you photograph?”

“I like black and white photographs,” He said. He stopped to think about what he was going to say next before he continued. “When I got into photography I used to just take pictures of my friends without them noticing. Then I moved on to public transport, parties, concerts. All those places where you can catch a glimpse of people's souls. I quickly threw out all of my colored films and switched to black and white. There's something so much more vulnerable and secretive about it…”

“I like that.” She imagines Harry with a camera in his hand, spending his days in London looking for the mystery in every person who passed him.

He gave her a small smile, which did not reach all the way up to his eyes. “Me too. However, I can't make my money with that. It's not good enough to stand on its own, so I work for a modeling agency as a photographer. It's not bad, they pay good enough but it also shows me just how much I hate staged photographs. What about you then? What's your passion?”

She shrugged, moving her gaze to the front. “Writing, I guess.” The truth was, she had no idea. In her opinion, it was too hard for her to organize all of her thoughts inside of her head, let alone sit down to put them to paper. She wanted to be a writer. She did. It was one of the only things she really wanted, but she knew she didn't have the talent or skill set for it.

“So you want to be a journalist? Or a writer?” Harry asked. She struggled with finding an answer since nobody had ever shown that much real, genuine interest in her.

“Just a writer, I think… but journalism sounds nice too.” In reality, she'd like to tell him that she didn't know what to do. Tell him that she was lost. Completely and utterly lost. In her childhood, she was never given the chance to find her talents or develop specific abilities. She had never shown her work to anyone, only submitting a handful of short stories to magazines just to receive no reply in return.

“Can you tell me more about your photographs?’’

He grinned and told Avery more. He spoke with so much emotion that Avery found herself wondering if she had sounded the same when she talked about writing. Most likely not. I felt like he knew exactly what he was doing. He knew how to capture an image and turn it into the most wonderful masterpiece.

Soon after, the club came in sight. Harry parked the car at the side of the road, and as they were getting out, a sudden wave of exhaustion overcame her. Just thinking about meeting his friends, for real this time, made her mind so tired, “You ready?”

“Sure.”

Avery had never been much of a club person, always liking the warmer feeling a pub provided. She didn't like the loud music, the overwhelming smell of pure sweat, and just the overall pace of it all. She felt like everything went so much faster. Harry helped her take off her coat as they got inside. Despite her objections, he paid for both entries, emitting a small chuckle when she tried to argue with him.

The entire place was filled with people and the music was being managed by a DJ in the back of the room. Different colored lights flashed and moved through the crowd. Harry soon took her hand into his own, leading her through the crowd, and down a small flight of stairs to a much quieter area.

The brunette girl was the first person Avery spotted. “Emily, How are you? Why are you down here?” Harry greeted her with a hug, letting go of Avery's hand in the process. “Not bad, the DJ is kinda wack.”

“Well, look who's talking. The girl who said we HAD to come here.” A guy standing close by said, mimicking Emily.

“Shut up, George.” Harry greeted the others. Some of them she recognized from the party and some she didn't.

“This is Avery.” He introduced her and all of his friends' eyes stopped on her for a moment, looking her up and down, making her feel like a rat on a doctor’s table.

“Nice to see you again,” Emily said, the others nodded in her direction, but a second later all of their attention was back on Emily. She let out a dramatic sigh, “So, what are we going to do? Stay here, or go somewhere else?”

“I vote that we stay here.” A rather tall man, Harry had introduced as James, said. The brunette rolled her eyes, all of them making their way to the dance floor nonetheless, George making it his responsibility to get drinks for everybody.

It was hard for Avery to enjoy herself. She felt incredibly awkward while dancing, or trying to anyway. All the others had some type of rhythm in their blood, while she was desperately trying her best. Once “Low” by Flo Rida started to pour out of the speakers, she made a mad dash to the bathroom, staying there until the song was finished. Harry didn't drink, as he had to drive them both back afterward, so Avery did the same. Wanting to avoid all possible realms of embarrassment.

He gave her a small backstory of his mates. James has very rich parents, his dad paying his way through law school just so he can tell his colleagues that his son is a successful lawyer. James has a twin brother named Jasper, he ended up leaving home the first chance he got. George is a failed musician who has the entire second verse of Piano Man tattooed on his ass. Emily is into fashion, but she lost per passion for it after she got rejected from a school in Amsterdam. They all seemed to be on some kind of path. Every one of them working their way to the future, attempting to reach some sort of goal.

And Harry had taken photos of all of it. Documenting their entire lives as these individuals. He had taken photos of James passed out on the floor with numerous textbooks open around him, all just to live up to his father's standards. There were pictures of George playing the piano in many different pubs, several pints sitting atop the instrument while his friends listened to him play a tune. A few were taken of Emily hard at work, sat by her sewing machine, or window shopping at nearby second-hand dress shops. And when Jasper was around, there were a couple of him trying to learn how to juggle, the instructions given to him by a homeless man.

Their lives had been documented in a way so utterly beautiful. Photographs were taken in moments that seemed worth freezing. Moments that a curly-headed boy thought deserved to be remembered forever. Knowing all of this made Avery feel so unexplainably lonely, especially while being in their company.

“Did you have fun?” They had made it back to the car at 2 am. Harry took a quick look back, seeing all of his friends laughing, and stumbling while making their way back home.

“Yes, thank you for inviting me.”

“My pleasure. What are you going to do when you get home?” He backed out and drove onto the main road.

“Probably make a couple of cups of coffee.” She still hadn't made it out to the grocery to pick up more tea.

“You don't sleep often, huh?”

“What makes you think that?” The answer was obvious.

“You look tired a lot. Why don't you sleep?” Avery ignores his assumption. She wasn't offended, it was easy to assume without being incorrect.

“I don't like it,” She shrugged, feeling like a child. “I prefer to stay awake.” Avery could tell that he wanted to ask more questions. She would have been fine with this, but at this point, she was beyond exhausted and couldn't handle giving any more answers. “Can I ask you a question?’’

“Shoot.”

She waited a moment before continuing. Not for dramatic effect, just to figure out how she wanted to go about it. “What do you dream of?”

Harry's eyebrows pulled together, and he looked her way. “Uhm… I guess making a living off my-”

“No,” She quickly stopped him. “I mean… When you fall asleep at night. What do you dream of?”

“Oh… I don't know. I forget most of the time when I wake up, but last week I dreamed I had adopted a puppy and he ran away the second day I had him. I oddly enough didn't mind that he had run away. He ended up coming back on the third day. Quite random, but that was that… Why are you asking me this?”

Avery smiled at the description of his dream. So innocent and childlike. He didn't have to worry about what would appear before him when he fell asleep, and she was glad that he didn't have to. “No reason.”

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dating steve harrington and being a henderson would include...(part one)

this doesn’t include season 3 as I haven’t finished watching it yet, but if you want, I’m totally willing to do a part two that includes season 3

feedback is much appreciated :)

Early Relationship/Enemies

When you first met Steve, you couldn’t stand him...

No seriously, he was everything you could possibly hate about a person

Arrogant, annoying, an utter asshole......you get the idea

Unfortunately when Nancy (your best friend, and your brother’s friend’s sister) starts dating Steve, it means you have to see him more than you’d like to

When Nancy drags you to Steve’s party, you end up hanging out with Barb (poor Barb)

You’re 100% annoyed to be there

“You lost Henderson?”

Just when you thought he couldn’t be more of a douchebag.....he actually has the audacity to talk to you.....I mean, the nerve on that boy

Okay so that might be a little dramatic....but

No party is worth having to socialize with ‘King Steve’

Just the thought of his stupid persona makes you want to gag

“Go fuck yourself Harrington.”

“Ah, so that’s the route we’re taking tonight....profanity.”

Honestly, Steve has always admired you, despite your frosty relationship in high-school

You’re one of the only girls who doesn’t fall at his feet

It’s really refreshing and kinda hot......

nope, no, Steve does not like you, (Y/n) Henderson.....no way, that’s crazy, right?????

Besides, he’s dating Nancy

ANYWAY.....

He’s really impressed when you stand up to him and Tommy H. to protect Jonathan

Honestly, you take no shit from anyone, especially Steve Harrington, even if he is really dreamy....

Wait what? You do not like Steve Harrington....nuh uh

Okay maybe a little

Sorta Friends

In the next few months, he and Nancy break up

It’s weird, because you try to console Nancy about it, yet she doesn’t seem to care

She’s too interested in Jonathan

Which totally shocks you because despite your rocky relationship with Steve, you thought he seemed like a great boyfriend, and that they were happy together

This is when you and Dustin run into Steve while looking for Mike

Boy did this whole Dart situation have you on edge....you’re sure you look like crap

But there’s no way you look worse than Steve

“You look worse for wear Harrington.”

“You don’t look too great yourself Henderson.”

Cue arguing for a good few minutes

Dustin is fed up

He does not understand any of this argument whatsoever....he just wants to find Mike

“Hey Steve, you still got that bat?”

Friends to Something More

This is when your relationship starts to change

Steve starts getting closer with Dustin and you can’t help it

Goddamn he just had to make you like him

You end up saving each other’s asses a few times when fighting the demogorgons

“Steve, on your left!”

Wacking the fuck out of one of them as they approach Steve

“Thanks Henderson”

“It’s no big deal.”

To Steve, it is a big deal

He’s never seen you like this, and he’s starting to forget why you hated each other

Both being protective of the kids AF

When Billy comes to find Max, it’s Harrington and Henderson to the rescue™️

NO ONE is going to hurt those kids, not on your watch

Steve getting knocked out in the process

Allowing the kids to try and help save everyone

When Steve wakes up to see you driving, let’s just say, he’s not happy

“What the fuck Henderson? Are you trying to get us all killed?”

“Sorry you were too busy losing a fight to make decisions.”

Bickering back and forth

Mike is done with it pretty quickly

“God, just getting married already.”

Que utter silence.......

Everything ends up turning out fine

El closes the gate

Steve asks you who El is....

“It’s a long story. I’ll explain later.”

“You wanna hang out later Henderson?”

“Yeah, I guess I do Harrington.”

Dustin noticing how close the two of you are getting and sees the opportunity to tease you

“StOP FlirTINg WIth mY siStER HarRinGToN!”

On the night of the snowball, you go with Steve to drop off Dustin

“Aw, my baby brother, all grown up.”

“Shut up (Y/n).”

Dustin does the purring thing on his way out of the car

You cringe at him

“Never do that again Dusty.”

Steve and Dustin both laugh

“That’s what I’ve been telling him.”

“Yeah yeah.”

Dustin points to the two of you

“Keep it pg 13. I really don’t want to come out here to see you two making out in the car.”

Steve blushes so much and you think it’s really cute

Making out with Steve definitely wouldn’t be so bad

Something More

While Dustin is at the snowball, you head back to your place

You put in a movie, make some popcorn, and plop yourself down on the couch

Steve lets out a loud sigh and wraps his arm around your shoulders

“Getting a little cozy there, Harrington?”

He blushes again and pull his arm back

“Sorry.”

“No no! I’m kidding! I liked it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He leans back and you two cuddle together

You snuggle together for a while, before Steve leans down and whispers in your ear...

“I really like you Henderson.”

You’re shocked

Especially after everything with Nancy

You never thought when you’d started this whole demogorgon shit show that you’d end up falling for Steve Harrington

But here you are....

“I like you too Harrington.”

You’re sitting quietly for a couple of minutes just taking each other in, when suddenly Steve breaks the silence

“Can I kiss you?”

You do a double take, but quickly get yourself composed again

You grin

“Yeah you dork. You can kiss me.”

Kissing Steve is like nothing you’ve ever experienced

Just a few months ago, you had hated him

And now you’re making out with him in your living room

It’s surreal and he’s really putting everything into it

You can feel how much he cares about you

“Steve.”

“(Y/n).”

That’s one of the first times either of you has used the other’s first name in a long time

You break apart at the same time

“Wow.”

He stares at you

“Yeah, wow.”

You make out for a while before going back to the movie, and cuddling some more.....this time a lot closer

You don’t mean to fall asleep, but it’s sooooo comfortable

I mean, Steve is just so warm and you can’t help it

Steve falls asleep next to you, you in his arms, a smile on both of your faces

Everything is right

Bonus

A few hours later, your front door slams open

In walks an utterly annoyed Dustin Henderson

He trudges into the living room, his eyes trained on the floor

“I honestly cannot believe you two.” He yells without looking up.

When you don’t respond, he gets more frustrated

“Hey assholes! You forgot to pick me up.”

He finally looks up to see you curled into Steve, asleep on the couch

“Oh come on Harrington! Really, my sister?” He mumbles jokingly as he walks towards the stairs

Taking one last glance at the two of you, he grins noticing this opportunity

He runs up and grabs your camera, running back to you and Steve

Capturing a picture, he laughs

“Who knew my sister had more game than me?....”

Let’s just say, you and Steve never live that picture down

[lnarizakis]

ranking haikyuu!! schools based on their school spirit

before you grill me with my rankings please know that i! love! all! of! these! schools! equally! i do not hate any particular school; i am simply ranking their school spirit. this is also lowkey crack because what everyone said made me laugh and honestly i came up with this idea for the laughs. so, like, don’t take this personally.

thanks everyone who helped participate by filling out the google form!! everything you’ve said i used in this. we will be going from last place to first place, so let’s start!! btw i ranked 11 schools into 10 places, so there are two 10th placers HAHAH anywayssss

10: ITACHIYAMA, NOHEBI

Alright, so let’s start with Itachiyama. I got one person who mentioned them in my last category, which was “any other school i didn’t mention? & why” and honestly we don’t know anything about them. But perhaps the mere fact that they were winners says something I guess?

❝ itachiyama bc the school are WINNER WINNERS i wanna see their hype ❞

❝ i’m sorry who ,,,, i deadass don’t know that team eye— are they from the last season ???? if so that’s why LMAOSNAKBS WAIT IS THIS GERMAPHOBES TEAM ??? THOSE NEON PISS PUKE LOOKING BOYS SOSNSJNSJDHS bro i’d drop tf out of that school if they gave me that ugly ass uniform OH MY GOD WHAT DOES THIER SCHOOL UNIFORM LOOK LIKE SKBAIABSJS BRO IMAGINE ❞ (about Nohebi but referring to Itachiyama)

Moving onto Nohebi: their tactics, as we’ve seen in the OVA, aren’t the most...... ethical. Though, they’re still supported by their cheering section so I guess it’s fine by their entire school?

❝ From what I recall, the schools pretty implicit in the teams techniques so at the very least they take pride or believe in the teams tactics enough to support them. ❞

❝ they be cheating >:( ❞

❝ nohebi scares me for no reason❞

Despite this, they’re still a team that shows solid support for one another.

❝ support all teams because all of them could trash me if it came down to it ❞

❝ they have fighting spirit alright but i just don't approve of their methods❞

❝ their stage play SLAPPED ❞

9: WAKUTANI

Okay, the team as a whole shows support for one another, especially their captain, Takeru. However, from what I recall, there’s not much... school spirit coming from their actual school. From Takeru’s family? Definitely, but they’re not the actual school.

❝ wasnt wakutani pretty good i don’t remembee ❞

❝ wakutani - a solid 8 ❞

❝ wakutani south because takeru’s family carried the cheer period ❞

8: JOHZENJI

Their whole team radiates spirit, but I don’t remember if they actually have a cheering section. Unlike Wakutani, where most of their spirit/support came directly from Takeru, each one of the members of the team had their own school spirit. Their school spirit isn’t that recognizable to be remembered by most people, though.

❝ a six cause i don’t really remember if their school was even there like ???? all i remember is baby teru and his fellow goofball second years that i absolutely adore, i am them. LMAO if i were to— fuck how do you spell realistic THERE SINSNSJ if i were to realistically join one of the haikyuu schools it would be johzenji cause i just vibe with those boys so much ksbsksj no brain cell squad ❞

❝ they ARE the spirit ❞

❝ not serious enough askdjsa ❞

❝ they appeared onc but even when they wanted to win, they just wanted to win to play around? there's that i guess ❞

❝ i don’t remember ❞

❝ I don’t remember much about them tbh ❞

❝ well... ❞

7: KARASUNO

Much apologies to the OG team. For one thing, their cheering squad, while I must admit is very impressive and loud, is not Karasuno High School itself. It’s literally coposed of a bunch of outside associations. And when their cheering section from the actual school does show up, they’re not even synchronized; they practiced for one day and called it “school spirit.” They showed up for one match and that was it.

❝ did you see them at the shiratorizawa match? they weren’t even synchronized ❞

❝ they mean to their vb team and they had a wack ass cheer team but character development ❞

❝ chaotic good but crows ❞

❝ mmmm we don't see too much of the school rlly apart from the vbc,, but what we do see is pretty supportive ❞

❝ LMAO remember during the first season when the school REUSED an old banner for the boys but not only was it a old banner but a banner for a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT sport yea lmao that’s just fucked up jsjsj also i don’t really see that much school spirit like ???? no taste at all ❞

I guess their school spirit within the team, their fighting spirit, makes up for it. Again, my greatest apologies to Karasuno. You can do much better than that.

❝ The way the whole school came out to support the vbc before the shiratorizawa match,,, I love them so much!! Also Saeko coming in with a DRUM TEAM for the Inarizaki match,,, like they’re so so supportive and Karasuno’s not a rich school like Shiratorizawa, it doesn’t have a highly ranked band like Inarizaki but like the team itself they’re plucky and do the best they can with what they’ve got. ❞

❝ They have the most dedication to me ❞

❝ they're so supportive of each other and very chaotic, all of them ❞

❝ kageyama tobio could get some !! ❞

6: NEKOMA

Honestly, I had a hard time choosing whether to put Karasuno or Nekoma in sixth place. I went with Nekoma because of Kuroo’s “inspirational” pep talk, which really shows the bond between each of the members of the team, but they’re still ranked pretty low because I can’t get that one scene out of my head from the manga where it’s this one match (I won’t say which one) where students from Nekoma attend the match and a couple of them go, “Wow, this is my first volleyball match that I’ve been to!” Like, dude, seriously? Wow. They also take sixth since their cheering squad, also composed of students, is led by a Nekoma Junior High student. We love supportive sisters.

❝ stage play cheer stage play cheer stage play cheer stage play cheer ❞

❝ i just love nekoma ❞

❝ chaotic good but cats ❞

❝ kuroo tetsurou ❞

❝ deadass it’s 2 am and i have no idea what i’m doing but anyways 7/10 cause i like their stage song/cheer ya know NEKO NEKO NEKOMA like it’s cute ksjsjs besides that i have no idea LMAO ❞

❝ they're very subtle even tho they have chaotic moments, they're more focused on defense while playing ❞

❝ Some of them really care and some dont ❞

❝ they’re all so into it! Like, Akane with the megaphone, Alisa screaming Lev’s name, they’re all pretty devoted. ❞

5: FUKURŌDANI

I would have ranked them a little higher if it weren’t for other more spirited schools. The whole school knows how to hype up Bokuto, along with cheers of their own. The team itself knows each member so well that they’re able to adapt to whatever their ace is feeling.

❝ stage play was good but not as good as nekoma stage play ❞

❝ they have to hype up bokuto ❞

❝ CHAOTIC ENERGY + BOKUTO SUNSHINE BOY and i am bias + THEIR COLOURS + JERSEY OMG ❞

❝ owl boy & pretty setter ❞

❝ FUCK why can’t i think of any of the episodes where they show the student body like ??? school spirit is nonexistent in my eyes i can’t recall a thing— anywhore 9/10 for my owl babies because i believe bokuto hypes up the students ALOT and therefore they are more into ya know spirit woo ❞

❝ have u seen their dynamic? they're strong and so supportive of their ace, their captain, the family bokuto needed - i could go on but yes, i think u get the picture ❞

❝ They love Bokuto so much 🥺 they’re all v supportive of the team and it seems like they also know how to get him to perform better and Fukurodani’s a powerhouse so I feel like they get into it. ❞

4: AOBA JOHSAI

Their cheering squad is so synchronized and so well-performed. They know what they’re doing and when to do things. You can tell they’re devoted. School spirit within their team is pretty strong, and they have a good bond with each other.

❝ fangirls can do anything ❞

❝ oikawa kinnies ❞

❝ chaotic good but plants ❞

❝ i don’t know whether they have school spirit or they’re just fans of oikawa LMAOOO AND YOU CAN QUOTE ME ON THAT KSBSKSJS like deadass it’s just his fan girls ya know what i’m saying ❞

❝ MANNN THEIR *CHEERS* I'M- ❞

❝ OAHAISOAOAHAHHA SEIJOHHHHHHH ❞

❝ i love them for the 3rd years but that's about it ❞

❝ From what I can recall there’s nothing super special about them? I do love how they say olé for all of Oikawa’s serves (but ppl do that for other schools, so) ❞

3: SHIRATORIZAWA

So much to say about them. From their entire cheering squad that consists of both cheerleaders and drummers, to the fact that when they feel like they’re being challenged with who can cheer louder they start singing their school anthem? Absolutely powerful.

❝ cheerleaders ❞

❝ i would not want to be in preppy school but i do love SHIIIRATORIZAWA ❞

❝ they are close like family uwu tho they seem to be SUPER STRESSED bc studies ❞

❝ 10/10 cause have you heard their cheer? god tier. that shit would distract me so much during a game like what’s the purpose of being so god damn loud and extra other than distracting the enemy ??? i rest my case ❞

❝ SHIIIIIRATORIZA (also ushiwaka has his own lil cheer so like yes i support) ❞

❝ i dont particularly like or dislike anyone from them and simple is best so ?? ❞

❝ The Shiratorizawa chant is so simple, so good,,, I think they were also the first team we saw with actual cheerleaders too! Nice big rich private school cheersquad money right? ❞

2: DATEKO

Need I say more?

1: INARIZAKI

There’s too much to say. They’re so extra it’s unbelievable. The entire cheering section knows how to adapt to each members’ likes and dislikes, and will call others out when they need to do so. For instance, when that one guy asked the two girls not to cheer while Atsumu is serving? Absolutely wild. And when they start booing or play a tempo to throw off the opponent whenever it’s the other team’s serve? Their practice and precision really shows. It’s crazy. And I’m pretty sure that they’re the only school that brings their entire orchestra to play during the matches.

❝ according to the wiki their marching band literally works to throw off the other team and if that’s not dedication idk what is ❞

❝ atsumu, shush me anytime ✨✨ ❞

❝ idk them asdas ❞

❝ deadass i’ve been on episode two of the latest season ( is it four or three?? i can’t fucking remember,,, 2 am is no brain cell hours ) for w e e k s because of second hand embarrassment. periodt. like hinata baby pls i’m begging. anyways suna is a god in my eyes, i deadass thought sakusa ( the germaphobe right?? ) was on the same team guess not i don’t know his uniform is ugly tho looking like a fucking germ himself ( THAT WAS GOLDEN SISJSJ IM PROUD OF MYSELF ), and lastly i have fallen in love with the man that is osamu, he can cook,... and he can do a whole lot of other things but my brain is malfunctioning so we’re gonna stop right there. #stanosamuforcleanskin ❞

❝ they have a fucking BAND ❞

❝ another chaotic team with their very own freak twins, i ranked them high because holy fuck that cheering band?? ❞

❝ Inarizaki’s cheer squad,,,, personally I lowkey hate them because deadass BOOING another player is tacky at best and kinda rude but my GOD do they put in the work. Cheerleaders, top ranked band, the timing and tempo thing? Insane. Oh, and the way they actually go silent for Atsumu like how the fuck did he pull that off?? ❞

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Thanks for reading! I’m glad you read this far. I hope this made you at least smile just a little bit because it definitely made me smile. And please don’t think that I don’t like any of the teams! I love each and every one of them; it’s just that some have more school spirit than others... anyways!

Whoever sent this, I just wanted to let you know that you made my entire day when I first read that. It was so unbelievably funny HAHAH

[blackmuzak8484]

nortey dowuona’s best of 2020

to be completely honest, I decided to do this entirely for TSJ. otherwise, I wouldn’t have bothered at all. Best end lists are for music nerds and billboard chart nerds and industry vultures, and i happen to be subscribed, in the discord and in the comments of the youtube vids of these folk. so, i decided to pick 10 out of random from the big best of 2020 i was compiling for the whole of the year, which I was gonna post to this Tumblr at the end of the damn year, but I guess I can just post the link to the playlist in the bottom of this post. Here, i’m gonna write about 10 songs I personally love, and pick out a few artists i specifically loved:

artist of the year.

RAP Ferreira put out his best album and best verses in a year everybody either stagnated, fell off or got rendered irrelevant by the world at large. He was ebullient, hilarious, thoughtful and even surprisingly honest. I enjoyed the fact that now he’s begun to create a real platform for many talented folx, and I hope he continues to do that in the margins and make even more beautiful music in the years to come.

rookie of the year.

Enny by a mile. Everybody else who debuted this year got hamstrung by the pandemic but she created 3 great songs, each thoughtful, insightful and a joy. Apparently she just started publicly releasing music to a large audience, and I hope she gets better and better, and even gets bigger than J-

most pleasant surprise.

Vic Mensa’s V Tape. An artist who I though had no more moves left completely turned around his whole career with a fantastic performance at Lollapalooza, a fantastic fleet of features and tis gorgeously produced EP which had some of his most brilliant songs on it. I love it all, Vic Mensah is well and truly back. Welcome back bro. (ALSO, DROP THE DRILL TRACK.)

GREAT THING A GHANAIAN ARTIST DID.

Strongman Burner, Amarae, Okunta Kinte, Vic Mensah in general.

cool things my friends and classmates did.

Justine Darcenne’s #4TheBaeless. Valencia Rae’s Siren thyhomebodies’s Coming of Age. (Phil, a producer in the group, made his own studio!) Brad built his own computer. petit abri put a track on APT9 Record’s compiliation album Volume II. khaalid anderson’s transitions. (khaalid will also be performing at Beats & Brunch on January 23, 2021 at 11 am.) Yannick Paul’s Bear Fruit. The Big Climax’s This Is Ya Boy kxng jetson’s Waves (ft. Kokko Williams & Mike Mezzl) Nicole Gonzalez performed in The Composer’s Melody. Victoria Marie released a bunch of beaufiful covers on her Insta, @toriiii_marie @ph0ssy_jaw works as a counselor online. Pay her at her PayPal. Johnny Aperano Yoba was on People AND Vogue. Dalitso is a wonderful pianist at his church back home in Zambia. Kobina is a fantastic drummer at his church. Kayla graduated with a BS in Music Technology and Industry! Damian been cookin on his insta. Travis graduated! (Look out for Clan of Dragons.) Rorghino Flores made a documentary! Francis (and Animax FYB) put out Mmofra on AmaLexPrime! (play it with yo kids.) A Hype has been dropping crazy all year, roll by his SoundCloud and check out Persistence Of Memory. Reina H been doing great covers on her Insta, @challenges_inlife. Hannah placed music on C. B. S.

best albums of the year (that nobody’s written about).

Maya Huyana -1991 DaWeirdo - Broke and Ugly $ilkMoney - Attack of the Future Shocked, Flesh Covered, Meatbags of the 85 VI Seconds - Because Why Not/Never Knows Best Erik Cain - Heart & Soul Vol. 2 Dimitri & the Scarecrow - Messenger is Sender (from 2015, finally got released onto streaming this year, still pretty great and another great Zimbabwean rapper for us to all fawn over, just like billy woods) Flowking Stone - Gifted 1 The Hoodies - Incommunicado Jayy Grams - Every Gram Counts Domo Genesis/Mike and Keys - Just in Case1/2 Madwiz - God’s Gold Teeth Maez301 - Hasaan Daara J Family - Yaamatele Dai Burger - Dessert EP TeePhlow - Road To Phlowducation II Tef Poe/Blvck Spade - Preacher in the Trap Terrell Hines - Portal One: The Mixtape redveil - niagara Nyukyung - Trap Harmonix AdrianXpression - Sucka Deante Hitchcock - Better (Deluxe) maassai & jWords - ve.loc.i.ty tobe nwigwe - cincoriginals everything Kelsey Lu did this year.

strangest things happening in music in general.

vic mensah actually making a great record. goldlink going through a narcissistic collapse and winding up making the best music of his career. redveil blowing up off Fantano calling him wack. pharoahe monch finally making a rock pivot and it actually works. meet me@the garden coming 10 years too late for my 14 year old self. RAP Ferreira being in the NYTimes, selling a vinyl record for $72, creating an actual nostrum grocers in a video game so we can listen to his next record. The entirety of the playboi carti phenomenom. The entirety of the lil uzi vert phenomenom. The entirety of Chance’s instagram EP being far more money worthy then the entirety of the Big Day and yet being released on Insta and not immediately monetized. Deante Hitchcock releasing a great album and being completely forgotten armand hammer releasing their underground kings wayyy too early. my ass continually not actually looking into amapiano despite always loving it when I review it. several good songs needing to be tacked on to a prior youtube vid as an ad for me to find them instead of actually listening to the artists. santan dave still releasing good verses after he made his illmatic. (expect his new album to suck.) slowthai becoming cake. (we let that go way too far.) Guapdad and BfB Packman being wonderful. Finding out BfB PAckman is a better rapper than Sada Baby. John Boyega putting on Ego Ella May. Having to admit Young Dolph was good all this time and i missed out like a fool.

best tv performance.

Chance The Rapper’s “A Chi-Town Christmas.” IDK’s “Change The Channel.” Sa-Roc’s Tiny Desk Concert. Chika in general. Robert Glapser’s “This Changes Everything (ft. Denzel Curry).” SZA at the Roots Picnic. Sampa The Great at the Roots Picnic. RAP Ferreira in general. Umi’s “Introspection Live Show.” Alexa Esperanza’s cover of “Is It A Crime.” Bad Bunny in general. the jwords, nappy nina and MIKE performances at Satellite Syndicate

most embarrassing piece of music i love with all my heart

Logic’s No Pressure. In all sense of the words I should not love this album like I love my siblings but I do. It is beautiful.

best 10 songs of this year objectively

1 - RAP Ferriera - An Idea Is A Work Of Art (ft. Mike Ladd) [prod. by Kenny Segal, mr. carmack and Mike Parvizi]

I know, I know. In all honesty Doldrums should be here. Then Noz put it on his best list and I had to be all ChiTown Go-Getter and pick the next better thing: this. And in all honesty, it has the best lyric RAP spits on the album: “we build better answers.” But it’s not just that, it’s RAP’s most animated performance, the most dexterous piece on the whole album and the most gorgeous beat, a loping bassline sliding behind the flatfooted drum, allowing Mike Ladd, his musical father, to gently drift through, saying, “what if royalty depised us?” and knowing the only gold is soul and giving it to all of us, all us maggots and vultures and locusts and weevils, to hold to the light so we can finally see. On the quest to get open and free, we continue.

2 - Chika - U Should [prod. by Lido]

I heard this the night it dropped and shot 2 insta videos playacting as it played. But apart from that, it’s a intimate, beautiful song about getting to know a new lady love, so tenderly sung it might melt and disappear if not held gently, with a sweeping guitar lick and purring trumpets sliding all over the place, Chika softly holding each frayed piece together into a considered, gorgeous piece - wait, she’s talking her shit.

3 - Issa Gold - Boys Don’t Cry [prod. by Kingjet & Sherwyn and Matt Zara]

The only reason this isn’t number one is because it dropped on Christmas Eve. But otherwise, it’s a openheart letter to us all. “it’s a lonely path being different,” Issa says, swimming in the melted ice caps as he once danced happily on the edges of melting glaciers that failed to drown him, looking at the world that keeps hurting his heart, yet he still opens his eyes and smiles, and dances. The heavy drums are so bouncy the whole song suddenly flies, formerly a hidden murmur becoming a bright sunlit flight across the sky so we can all see. I can’t wait to see Tempus, if it’s anything as good as this was.

4 - Deante Hitchcock - Growing Up/Mother God [prod. by Brandon Phillips-Taylor]

In all honesty, “Growing Up” is really not the best song on Better. It’s a sweet, happy song with a smooth, crackling bassline with soft, ghostly synths, but still kinda ok. It’s the song added at the end, “Mother God”, that has warm, sizzling piano chords and gorgeous singing in the back. It’s one of the few time I’ve ever heard a man pay homage to the woman in his life and to the God above while being entirely sincere and not faking the funk. The way he praises his mom, his lady, remembering the women in his family taking care of him and him foolishly neglecting Breonna due to his overburdened mind feels full of details, remembrances, explanations and praises. Plus, it actually makes sense that God, if she exists (she does) is a woman since -

5 - Yana Perrault - whiskey and weed [prod. by slate]

Apparently, Yana Perrault is verified now. Excellent. {YES YES MY GOD YESS}, It means more folks know about how great this song, and Yana herself is. If I had any sense, I would’ve written up 12:21 as the best song of 2018, but such is life. Anyway, we have this smooth, bass heavy slinker with shimmering percussion and lumbering drums about hooking up with a former flame who’s “sober” yet keeps on calling Yana to break their sobriety, “know we ain’t talked in a while but you still know my address,” she wryly mentions. As the beat sprints away under a warm cocoon of accapella echoes, it mirrors a relationship so tenuous it might disappear into the wind. Yet still strong enough to have whiskey on call.

6 - Marlon Craft - Culture Sick Freestyle [prod. by Cormill]

Apparently this was supposed to be a shot at Flex. And since Flex is a woman beater and a lame, good for him. Shouldn’t have even gone on Flex to be honest, but then again neither should Jay Critch or Tyler or Black Thought and besides, I watch those freestyles too. And on the freestyle, Marlon frankly put things in perspective. “You don’t want us to better, you just want to be cool still.” This describes all of rap media to be real. And tellingly, it only has 310,000 views. Methinks nobody really wants real. But I do. Thank u Marlon, you continue to be the best white rapper alive. (Nowhere near the best rapper tho, and if Token hadn’t fell off -)

7 - Miah - Cascades [prod. by Cedes]

I’m sideeyeing the boy Miah cuz I had to search up his Audiomack to find the producer’s name (it’s Cedes, and they have a really great avalanche of Drake Type Beats is you like that kind of thing). Were you trying to trick folk into thinking you produced it yourself? You don’t need to do that shit. Especially since you’re writing stuff like “back in high school all my peers were tryin to hit the league / until the league too far from reach so they tap dancing over beats.” When you can frankly break down life that clearly, don’t be trying to hide producer’s names unless you actually learn to produce too. Plaster your name all over that shit.

8 - Justine Darcenne - Off Days [prod. by Mikhail Miller] / Enny - Peng Black Girls (ft. Amia Brave [prod. by Paya]

Justine is indeed my classmate, but that’s not why this song is here. it’s here because it’s a nice little guitar driven song with a spellbinding bridge that’s the best thing I’ve heard her do yet. And I’mma keep it short cuz I already wrote this up at the Singles Jukebox.

Enny released this soft, cushiony record with washed out synths over bulky drums and floated FLOATED over them without even trying to run in the tar, saying frankly, “He said to me, 'they put guns in the streets, that’s what they wanted for me.’ And I said, ‘G, someone can fix you a plate but no one can force you to eat.’” After all, why not try to live for something greater than what the world has expected you to be. And Amia sings, “We’re gon be alright, ok?” with the joy and excitement of someone realizing the words coming alive on their tongue. One of the best songs of this miserable year, and it’s kinda funny watching Jorja accidentally Drake out Amia and even Enny (and by funny I mean irritating.)

9 - Tobi Lou - okay (ft. Dreezy) [prod. by Matteo Woods & Dilip]

Fun fact: Dilip did some great songs with Otxhello, a producer who recorded and mixed 2 records on my first album. That again is not why this song is here. The warm, swinging synths and heavy, bouncy drums are why this is here. Oh, and Tobi’s goofy, silly lyrics and his surprisingly effective Missy Elliott tribute are great too. But obviously, the verse that vaulted this into top 10 was Dreezy, which opens with such a openhearted line, “i can’t help it, it’s too hard to say I’m sorry.” And every line is harder than the last, until she closes with “and I ain’t talkin frontals but we got the city sown up.” Absolutely amazing.

10 - Strongman Burner - Pilolo (ft. KelvynBoy) [prod. by Nixie]

The sweet, gooey synths are poured over the soft, zipping and smooth drums as the wiry bass whirls between Kelvyn’s soft, thin crooning as Stoneman tap dances over the drums, both desperate and defiant, trying to salvage a sinking relationship that he knows is already gathering coral and snappers. It’s the best afropop song of the year and yet it still has a Nigerian on it (well, I put 4 Nigerians on here, next year I’m rectifying that.) And they even did a song together last year , not as good as this. At all. (still pretty good tho.)

best 10 songs i love (but not enough to write full paragraphs for, I already put 10 in and this is already 5 goddamn pages)

11 - Logic - Heard ‘Em Say

best song on the project that isn’t Dadbod but at least it isn’t tempting fate.

12 - Deqn Sue - Creep

I already love this for having a gorgeous bridge, and is cute af. Yes Sue, you can creep.

13 - Quelle Chris & Chris Keys - Sudden Death/ka - i love {moms, mimi, kev}

QUELLE CHIS CAN SANG SANG./ka can heart heart write.

14 - IDK - Square Up (ft. Juicy J)

I don’t know why this is here either but this slaps regardless.

15 - Nappy Nina - Modestly (ft. Maassai)

Maassai is creating some of the best raps out here. so is Nappy Nina.

16 - Kehlani - Lexii’s Outro (ft. Lexii Ajaii)

Let’s celebrate our great rappers when they’re alive (and this includes me. Pls Chika, don’t win Best New Artist.)

17 - Samad Savage - Goodnight

What Travis Scott should’ve tried to be instead of what he is now. Samad still dope af regardless.

18 - Bad Bunny - Si Veo Tu Mama

The way Bad Bunny actually hits that last note makes me feel so excited and alive.

19 - Fat Tony - Back In The Saddle

I fucked up. But I’m getting back in the saddle, back in the saddle next year. NO NIGERIANS ALL NIGERIENS. #ENDSARS tho.

20 - Lady A - the truth is loud

Why am I the only one who has this on a best list? I have 34 bot followers. Vibe, step it up.

best of 2020 music right here folxs.

worst music things of the year:

The Pop Smoke album. Just in all areas. (Better win that Grammy tho.) Travis Scott in general. (So loud and empty and boring.) Big Sean’s Detroit 2. (why does this exist? Just put out Deep Reverence and Detroit Night Cypher and leave everything on the cutting room floor fo the next album.) Remembering all the great rappers who are dead or incarcerated. No Kendrick album (just leaks. Not good enough.) J. Cole and Noname beefing and Noname getting strung up by twitter. Jay Rock pushing being anti-vaccinations. The realization that Normani might never drop a single record ever again. Tory Lanez in general. Joyner Lucas making actually good songs and falling off almost immediately. Cardi B in general. Anything positive being said about steven Universe songs. Luzamity shipping (until it’s canon please stop! Willuz is RIGHT THERE!)