this was originally posted on niall’s 23rd birthday
word count: 4764
warnings: sexually explicit content
Do you ever hear one of those sounds, a sound that trickles through your skin and pricks every nerve, every sensation that your body is able to capture and hold onto. A sound so intricate and particular that it sits in the deepest part of your chest, pumping through your veins and swirling around your beating heart, wrapping it in the memory of your senses so that every time you heard it, the emotions would all come crashing back. The goosebumps would rise over the tiny hairs of your arms and across the back of your neck, the air would cinch in your lungs as you struggled to maintain a steady breath and the pupils of your eyes would dilate, overpowering the bright ring of color and helping your mind picture the exact thing that was producing the inescapable sound that was slowly settling in your ears.
I have a voice
It’s seldom heard
A quiet wrath
A silent storm
People too often do not listen
They just hear
Sounds and intricate combinations
Of charaters strung together
With paper thread and a plastic needle
It’s so confusing
Things seldom make sense
And meanings are void
Chemicals mingling within my brain
Are being destroyed
From misfired synapses
time soon elapses
And I am still behind
Hidden in the crowd
A voice that isn’t heard
That have never been said.
These classical wunderkinds prove that contemporary music isn’t always spiky, melody-lite and inaccessible to the average music lover.
Hailing from the country that has more musicians per capita than any place in the world, Jóhann Jóhannsson is an Icelandic composer and electronic producer. His work draws influence from minimalism and baroque, and uses classical orchestration with electronics to build ambience. His elegant sound swells with emotion, haunting the soul and evoking feelings of melancholia.
Composer and pianist Max Richter has an immense portfolio. He’s composed countless film scores, collaborated on albums with 90s drum and bass legend Roni Size, written an opera, composed albums of his own heady blend of post-ambient soundscapes and electronic atmosphere, and most recently has Recomposed Vivaldi’s Four Seasons. Winter III is his favourite movement from the album, and we agree - have a listen.
Nils Frahm’s musical influences are diverse. He was trained in piano by the last scholar of Tchaikovsky, and grew up listening neo-classical and jazz legends like Steve Reich, Arvo Pärt and Chick Corea but was also heavily influenced by the trance sound of the 90s. Frahm’s curiosity for creating new sounds led him to apply delays and analogue synthesizers to his solo piano works, to layer and blend a unique brand of classically-infused lush, emotional soundscapes.
A multidisciplinary artist, Mira Calix’s work moves from ambient electronica and sound+art installations to classical instrumentation for small orchestras. Having released music on the Warp label since 1998, her early music tends towards electronica. Recent years have seen Mira incorporate classical orchestration into her work for installation pieces, film soundtracks, theatre and opera.
Oliver Coates plays the cello and produces electronic music. He’s collaborated with contemporary artists, bands and ensembles like London Sinfonietta, Mira Calix and Boards of Canada, Johnny Greenwood, Goldie, Massive Attack and Sigur Rós as well as more traditional composers such as Thomas Ades. His music can move from drone-like industrial sounds, toward ambient treatments of classical instrumentation, peppered with micro electronics.
Eluvium, aka Matthew Cooper, is a man of many monikers - each incarnation of his musical self renders an intricately different sound. His symphonic guitar pieces have been compared to the work of Brian Eno, with twinges of Aphex Twin-esque electronics. Working an experimentally, minimal vibe, Eluvium’s music infuses wailing guitars, emotive pianos and classical instrumentation to create ambient washes that send shivers up your spine.
Hauschka is a German experimental pianist and electronic producer who specialises in the art of the ‘prepared piano’, that is, treating the hammers and strings in order to produce a desired sound. His compositions are reminiscent of composers Erik Satie or Philip Glass, taking classical techniques and seamlessly blending them with pop and electronic sensibilities. Check out this beautifully produced video of a prepared piano in action.
Another multi-talented composing wunderkind, Nico Muhly spent six years working with Philip Glass and has collaborated with myriad popular artists from Bjork, Grizzly Bear and Antony and the Johnsons to Sufjan Stevens and, believe it or not, Usher. He’s written for a number of films and just recently composed a full opera. He commonly blends traditionally composed classical for small ensembles with electronics.
Ólafur Arnalds is a multi-instrumentalist and producer from Iceland who composes music primarily for strings and piano, mixing them with loops and beats. Often cited alongside contemporary Nils Frahm, Arnalds music is as sweeping and emotive, but he came to the neoclassical genre in a slightly more roundabout way. He was commissioned to write for strings and piano when fellow rock musicians heard his solo demo…and the rest is history. Arnalds has been writing and producing solo albums since 2008, has written for film and recently collaborated with the above-mentioned Frahms.
An American chamber music group, Rachel’s is heavily influenced by the sound of 20th century classical composition including, most notably, the work of British composer and film scorer, Michael Nyman. The result is a dark fusion of classical and experimental sounds. Sadly, Rachel’s founding member, Jason Noble, passed away in 2012 of a rare form of cancer.
want to talk more about ritsu? like what's your take on him? like how do you think he views his brother and Reigen ?
i’ve already answered half of that third question, and you can see more stuff i wrote about ritsu and mob here… and i have a new idea about the brothers that i think i’ll make a separate post about…
but i’ve got some headcanons i can put here
if the kageyama brothers play instruments (and you can’t get through middle school without doing so, right? at least a little) (not counting recorders), mob plays piano and ritsu plays violin.
mob plays piano because it suits him. a piano is easy to operate (press a button and it makes a sound; press the button harder and it’s louder) but has great potential for complexity. the way it makes sound is pretty simple (whack a string), but the internal structure is intricate, almost convoluted. the sounds of a piano are generally smooth and neutral-to-pleasant, but they can get very intense.
ritsu plays violin because it suits him. playing a violin isn’t easy for a beginner, and it doesn’t get any easier. ritsu is an overachiever and thus, i believe, would be Real Good at violin. the sounds of a violin can sound much more dramatic than a piano, with a piercing quality and a potential to convey really gut-wrenching emotion… but it can’t have the same booming resonance as a piano.
ritsu is a good learner but not a very good teacher; he gets a knack for things and then can’t quite put it into words
ritsu doesn’t know how to make a cootie catcher and would look upon one with nervous incredulity
ritsu colors inside the lines
ritsu plays super smash brothers as link. when he plays against his brother, he gives mob the advantage by playing as a character he doesn’t usually use, but he doesn’t mention it
ritsu is well-liked and popular but does not have any close friends at his school (except maybe kamuro and maaaybe tokugawa, but they’re not, like, confidant-level close).
ritsu doesn’t carry a comb or hairbrush, not even in his school bag. if his hair gets disheveled, he give his head one good shake and it goes back to normal
ritsu sometimes feels a little guilty about being taller than his big brother
ritsu still sorta wishes mob would kick his ass for pulling that “good old brothers act is over” stunt, but he knows it’s not gonna happen. but it would make him feel a little better
Member:Chae Hyungwon / Reader Group: Monsta X Word Count: 3,000+ Genre/Warning(s): Idk how to categorize this? A little bit of everything (besides smut, srry)? A/N: It’s…just boyfriend/trainee/model Hyungwon. Idk what I’m supposed to say about it, but I hope you enjoy, darlings~ psst, btw, if you see mistakes can you just…like, ignore the mess that I am, thank you.
I Belong to You.
Letting your nerves get the best of you, your fingers begin to fumble with the edges of the show notes that were waiting for you at your seat when you first arrived. As the notes rest in your bouncing lap, your eyes dart across the throngs of people as they enter the venue. Hearty chatter starts to increase in volume when the number of spectators grow, filling in the seats that were once empty, chuckling and conversing about the featured designer’s latest collection theme for the season.
Given you’ve been granted a front row seat, just a few inches in front of you the catwalk is cleared and if you chance a glance toward the front where the models will be entering, you can spot a few coordinators, dressers, and make-up artists scrambling across the main stage.
To think it all started with a simple suggestion, a lighthearted breath of air in a spare practice room. It was on a Friday afternoon, past six o’clock when Hyungwon’s daily training schedule was over, leaving him a small block of free time on his hands. And you, being the slightly affection-deprived one, decided to accept his offer of spending time with him as he practiced for the upcoming monthly evaluation.
Loki held you close, his fingers clenching around your waist whenever any man dared to give you a second glance. He led you towards the lavish building; the huge glass windows and finely carved columns made your heart flutter with awe. “This is amazing,” you said delicately to Loki as the two of you passed through the doors. “I take it you’re fond of Germany, then?” he asked. “Yes,” you replied with a chuckle. “The last time I was here I was with my friend, Mordo,” you began, launching off into a tale, though the eventual trail off in your voice was apparent enough to alert Loki and your instinct.
The sound of shattering glass rang in your mind, alerting you something was definitely wrong. Your fingers darted to your hand, feeling around for something. You demanded, “Where’s my sling ring?” Loki looked upon you, confused at your snap change of attitude. “Pardon?”
“My sling ring,” you repeated frantically, moving the skirts of your dress and looking around the marble floors. “I’ve lost it!”
Loki’s hand slipped into his pocket; he fingered the ring of which you sought. “You don’t need it,” he said softly, desperately hoping you could be convinced without anymore use of possession. Odin knows he hated lying to you. That hadn’t been part of the plan originally. However, your reaction upon finding him with you that morning reminded him of your fierce heart. He knew that he couldn’t begin to convince you without a small push first.
“But I need it,” came your urgent reply, yanking him from thought. “Without my ring I can’t preform magic!” That, nor could you string up a portal for a quick escape with Loki.
Loki tilted your chin upwards, gazing lovingly into your eyes. His lips nearly twitched into a frown as he caught sight of small [e/c] specks blooming through the thick blue layer of subjugation in your irises. There was still time, he thought certainly, so there was no need to do anything right then. That established with himself, he reached into his pocket once more and handed it to you. “I was unsure if you were going to run off before,” he explained as you slipped it on. You waved your hands, the golden sparks forming shapes in the air. Loki thought of the first time he met you; he had seen a magic unlike any other. He suddenly shook himself from his thoughts. With the point of his scepter down as though it were a cane, he grinned at you. “Come along, darling, I have something fun planned for us.”
The two of you spoke as he led you around, showcasing various pieces of art and sculptures. Eventually, you both found yourselves at the top most level of the place. You ran your hand through Loki’s hair as he spoke, careful not to ruin it. Loki stopped and gazed at you.
“Do you still love me?” he asked quietly. The question burned his brain and it had been for so long, even before today.
You bit your lip, freezing your actions. You pondered why he would ask something like that, crossing your arms behind your back. “Because I need you by my side, always,” he replied, pulling you close. “The time I spent without you…” he whispered. “It was the worst thing I had ever gone through. And I cannot say I’m sorry enough for-,”
You cut him off by kissing him, hands still playing with his hair. Loki’s lips immediately welcomed yours by sucking and biting the tender, pink flesh. “Is that an acceptance of my apology?” he asked breathlessly at pulling away. You nodded, your forehead leaning against his chest. “And every apology to come.”
Loki didn’t see the blue in your eyes fading.
The clock struck two hours till midnight. Loki swiftly grasped you and led you down thinly cut stairs. “Where are we going?” you asked, blinking as the air stung your eyes. “As I said before, my [Y/n], tonight is the start of our era.”
The sound of intricate string music crept its way towards your ears as the two of you waltzed towards the main gathering. “My dear, should anything happen, protect us.” Your blank nod was enough to make him feel guilty; however, there were things to do. He couldn’t let bothersome emotions interfere at the moment.
You followed him down the stairs, hoisting your dress up. In front of you, Loki twirled the scepter in his hand and promptly swung a man backwards.
The startled cry that came from your throat was nothing compared to the uprising from the crowd as Loki seized hold of a man and flipped him over top a statue. “Loki!” you yelled, though it went unnoticed amongst the screaming crowd. You ran forward, pushing past everyone and grabbing Loki’s shoulder. “What’s going on?” you demanded. “No time to explain,” he said shortly. You stared in horror as Loki’s hand gripped around whatever he had stuck through the man’s eye. The man’s body lurched about like a fish on land.
You leapt into the crowd, drawing up a portal ring. Frantically, you pushed people through it to get them away from whatever the hell Loki had planned.
Suddenly, a hand gripped your arm tightly, yanking you back. You watched as the ring fell helplessly, the sparks dying out. “Let me go,” you exclaimed, trying to pull away. He swung you down, as though to two of you had been dancing, his arms holding you by the waist as he kissed you deeply. You fought the urge to close your eyes and let yourself be enveloped by him. Around you, a shimmering gold overtook both you and your partner. In an instant had your clothes been changed. With that done, Loki took your hand and continued out amongst the frenzy. His own fine clothing vanished away and in place was fine green and gold armor. You looked down at your own self.
The near panic you felt when you saw your dress had gone almost distracted you from the newfound fact that you were in your usual armor; you tried to take comfort in the familiar blue and purple fabric held in place with leather straps. Around your wrist were the two silver cuffs you had completely forgotten.
My relic. The cuffs had chosen you when you were sixteen years old; The Bright Cuffs of Ostara. Ostara had been the mother of Agamotto, the first Sorcerer Supreme according to the current. Your arms were suddenly veered back. The relic was attempting to get you away from the threat. You ignored the fact that threat was Loki, who currently paid no heed as he stepped out into the street. A blue bolt fired out from the scepter towards an oncoming police car. You ran forwards and lifted your hands. The energy came to you by second nature. Your fingers vigorously drew in the air and created a large shield. Sprinting forward against the car, you flung yourself against it, the shield protecting you from impact as the car fell back. The glass shattered down like rain against the pavement. You laid atop the hood for a moment, catching your breath, before jumping off and warning the officers inside to leave. You then took off towards the lot in which Loki had gone to. The plan you had formed inwardly looked to be simple enough: open the mirror dimension, lock him in, then go for help. Although it seemed likely to work, the strategy crumpled like paper when a pair of strong arms yanked on your shoulders. You craned your head back and saw Loki. Another Loki, actually.
There were many forms of him, standing around and herding the people together like a fence keeping in sheep.
The original began to yell, demanding that they kneel. You watched in horror as they complied fearfully, though you couldn’t blame them. Loki grinned, raising his arms. “Is not this…simpler?” he asked blissfully. “Is this not your natural state? It’s the unspoken truth of humanity,” he continued, weaving his way through the crowd, “that you crave subjugation.”
You couldn’t manage to squirm your way out of the copy’s grip, his hold bruising your arms. This couldn’t have been what Loki was planning all along. How could he have thought you were going to help him follow this through? Even more, how could you still be tempted to help him?
“It diminishes your life’s joy, that mad scramble for power. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel.”
When a tender aged man rose to his feet, your chest went tight. You wanted to scream out for him to stop, to not dare tempt Loki’s temper but all that came from your throat was a weak sob.
“Not to men like you,” the man declared. “There are no men like me,” Loki replied; you could practically hear his sick smile through the words.
“There are always men like you,” the old man said, almost sadly. The words made the hair on your arms stand. He was so strong and brave and he was about to be killed for it. Loki raised his weapon. “Look to your elder, people. Let him be an example.”
The dull ringing of Loki’s scepter charged and you couldn’t stop yourself from shrieking aloud: “Stop!”
The blue ray of light flew forward and in the blink of an eye it bounced back against Loki.
A very spangled banner-esque person had shielded the elder.
Steve Fucking Rogers.
Loki fell to the ground. The copies of him vanished as early as thin air.
“You know,” the Captain began, walking forwards, “the last time I was in Germany and saw someone standing above everyone else, we ended up disagreeing.” If it weren’t for the current situation, you’d be squealing like a fangirl. Loki pulled himself up, sucking in a breath. “The soldier,” he sneered, standing. “The man out of time.”
“I’m not the one who’s out of time.”
A large jet like contraption swooped down. “Loki, stand down,” came a woman’s voice from a speaker. Loki’s scepter fired again, aimed towards the jet, but you threw yourself forward, the stream of light flying up into the air and Loki falling beneath you.
Loki growled, his eyes peering up at yours; they had gone completely [e/c] now. He pushed you off and grabbed your elbow, meaning to escape with you, but Steve’s shield flung Loki back. You readjusted your sling ring, your token of power, and curled a whip around Loki’s ankles. Steve charged forward and for a moment you feared he was going to bash Loki’s head in with the metal saucer. In that moment you had completely forgotten about everything besides that fact you loved him. You gasped, stepping back and releasing your hold. Loki flung upwards and drew the scepter against Steve’s jaw.
Damn your emotions, you thought as the square began to clear up.
“Let him go!” you boomed to Loki who now towered over the Captain. He sent you a glare, teeming with rage. He raced to you and pressed the tip of your scepter at your chest. The sharp, cold sting rushed through out your blood despite your attempts to keep it out. “Enhanced on the field has been compromised!” It was that woman’s voice again, coming from the unseen speaker.
“I got it!” Steve cried. Before you could move, the shield bounced against your forehead and you were on your back, seeing stars.
We don’t speak enough about the fact Taylor was able to perfectly capture the line “took off faster than a green light, go” through an almost chaotic, vibrant intensity in Holy Ground. She echoed the underpinning nature of a relationship that seemingly had an electrifying air to it while it lasted, and in three minutes was able to lace together the notion of blissfully being caught up within the whirlwind beauty of the exhilarating emotions she felt. She has a way of illustrating all aspects of nostalgia so poetically.
A hypothetical art teacher once told me that if he would be an art teacher he would give this assignment: choose a fave/interesting graffiti art piece and write about it.
Here’s mine. I chose this piece because it’s simplistic in all ways. Heart, wings and devil characteristics. The reason why I chose this piece is because as simplistic as this piece is, it represents people’s views on love. For some, love can be as beautiful as having an angel in your life and for others they are either dealing with their own demons or the other person is as hurtful as a demon. Throughout life we will meet individuals that due to circumstances/ chance/ timing they will play these roles in our lives. As intricate as this may sound it’s not. We need demons in order to appreciate angels and need angels to recognize demons. Así es la vida.
“Who’s Rulore?” She couldn’t even say it. [Arya VI, ASOS]
Stannis’s clan commander is more confident:
“Aye,” said Big Bucket Wull. “Red Rahloo means nothing here. [The Sacrifice, ADWD]
Because Arya’s attempt seems a clear mispronunciation, I refer to Hugo Wull’s way, however mocking, as confirmation that there’s a vague “ah” sound going on (Our first hint was from GRRM himself, who originally based it off the Arabic word for God, Allah). I’ve scoured David J. Peterson’s blog for further ideas—but even then, prayers are transcribed from the traditional High Valyrian, which generally refers to the deity as “The Lord of Light.” In addition, people from other Essosi cities like Thoros settle for a simplified word in the TV series, something along the lines of Rullor. (By the way, Peterson says Carice Van Houten speaks High Valyrian with a Dutch accent, and if that’s not the most adorable thing??)
Thankfully for us, we can hear a definitive pronunciation from Peterson around 55:00. This is the only guide I’d trust. He gives two ways—an “English” way, and the true Asshai’i way. I’ve no idea how to phonetically transcribe things, but here’s my best shot at R’hllor:
The easy way:ruh - LORE
The correct way:rroh - huh - LOrr
Peterson says “hl” is pronounced hlah, so I assume that’s where the “ah” confusion comes in when foreigners try to pronounce it. Furthermore, it can sound like two syllables when spoken fluently (hence the various simplifications). In reality, there are a lot of intricate throat sounds in between. The first and last syllables are rolled, and the second syllable going into the third takes a while to master.
CEO!YOONGI ▊ ▏I Have Listened To Every Lie : (Prologue)
The Gods above smile in trepidation. Human heart is a delicacy they eat almost too often, but they are never sated for it is the most tender, juiciest part of a human being. The human heart is marinated in love, braised in agony and served with courage. It is an aphrodisiac like no other and the Gods know that with Min Yoongi and Min Nara they will have a feast waiting for them.
More song recs lol okay so the song Cupids Chokehold by Gym Class Heroes (especially the first approx. 50 secs BC Patrick Stump sings in the beginning of it so it's just good. Sleepyhead by Passion Pit, it's weird but rlly cool🎶😩✅ She Sets The City On Fire by Gavin Degraw, its kinda cheesy but funnn. I love Lana Del Rey's music, she seems superficial but it's intricate & deep (sometimes) yet sounds nice, esp. her 3 new songs! & p!nk, the neighbourhood, Radiohead & the 1975 (if u lik feelings)
srry abt a late reply i fell asleep! aa i love cupids chokehold sm,, travis is my boy (and patrick for that matter). ive heard very little of lana del rey, the neighbourhood, and radiohead but i might give them another go!! ill give the rest of the songs u recommended a go to. ty!!!
Do you have any all time favourite songs or albums?
I like this question, it’s hard. I’ve had it in my ask box for a while because I wanted to sit down and answer it properly.
ALBUMS THAT YOU NEED TO HEAR BEFORE YOU DIE (click the link to hear the album)
Of Montreal - Cherry Peel I really got into Of Montreal when I was 15. Then I hated them for a while, thought they were too cutsey and ‘indie’. But I went back to it recently and now I remember why I loved it so much. Especially that last track where it fades out forever and ever… Yeah, this is an amazing album. It makes you feel happy, it’s easy to listen to and there is definitely a huge underlying 60s influence. Psychedelic rock, acoustic guitar, cute lyrics. Anyone can enjoy this, it’s easy and it makes you feel happy.
Animal Collective - Sung Tongs This was the first Animal Collective album I ever heard and I listened to it over and over and over again. It’s all campfires and masks and bamboo sticks, earthy sounding, relaxing, psychedelic, intricate. Great use of sounds all swirling together, it’s the sound of someone else’s dream. It’s warming and adventurous sounding; a nice album to listen to when you’re alone.
Atlas Sound - Logos I like to listen to this as I am falling asleep. It is very chilled out, very relaxing, very soothing. I love Deerhunter but I am still really taken with Atlas Sound. This is a really beautiful album, I think that’s the best word to describe it.
The Avalanches - Since I left you Favourite Australian album of all time. This isn’t an album, this a symphony and I’ve still never heard anything comparable to this. It’s just next-level sound mixing, so many samples, each one is used perfectly. The album acts as one long song, each running into the other. Sounds reappear through the album and a theme develops. It can make you dance, it can make you cry. Everyone needs to hear this before they die.
The Beatles - Revolver This is the Beatles album I’d recommend to a person who’d never head of the Beatles. I received a vinyl copy of this when I was 16 from a friend who’d brought it back from France, and It’s one of my most prized possessions. There are so many amazing songs on this that don’t get enough recognition; I’m only sleeping, Love you to, She said she said, I want to tell you, and Tomorrow Never Knows. ESPECIALLY Tomorrow never knows. Proper psychedelic stuff. They’d just got back from India when they recorded this, you can tell they were going hard in the acid and I like it.
The Black Keys - Chulahoma Listened to this a lot when I went on a road trip to Tasmania, it was the perfect driving sound track. Bluesy, real bad ass guitar riffs. Gritty and raw. Sexy, sexy bass, and that voice. mmmMMMM! It’s a perfect album, every song keeps me hooked. it also makes me want to chain smoke cigarettes and devour whiskey shots, which is the only down side.
Black Lips - Sea of Blasphemy The Black Lips are my favourite band of all time. They make me want to get fucked up and start fights and spit on people. They make me wanna throw Tv sets out of hotel windows, and piss in public. I don’t know if this is my favourite album because “they’re all my favourite”. But this one is super Lo-fi, very rock n roll, with some catchy songs. it’s an old favourite. Especially ‘dirty hands’.
Queen Latifah - Black Reign Damn, another perfect album. Every single song is so gripping. Queen Latifah is my favourite female rapper. Black Reign focuses on women’s rights as well as black rights. An album that I am surprised doesn’t get more attention today. “every time I hear a brother call a girl a bitch or a ho, tryina make a sister feel low? You know all of that’s got to go”. Hell yeah sing it.
CocoRosie - Noah’s Ark I was completely obsessed with CocoRosie when I was 16 or 17, I drew all these pictures of them, it was weird. They are 2 french sisters, one of them plays the harp and is a classically trained opera singer, the other sings and raps. They take on a male and female persona, it’s really interesting. Anyway, this is an eerie, haunting, beautiful, soothing, concerning and incredibly intricate album. Take your time to listen to this album and the lyrics because it’s worth it, it takes you on this whole journey through all these fucked up songs that are sung so sweetly and wonderfully but are about the most horrible things.
El Guincho - Alegranza I took Spanish for 6 months and none of it stuck but around that time I was listening to this album a lot. It’s such a happy album, it’s like being at a carnival with all your friends.
Elliott Smith - New Moon Mopey sad guy music to soothe your soul and make your break ups seem worse than they are. He whispers all the lyrics and plays guitar beautifully. RIP Elliott Smith.
John Lennon - Shaved Fish This is pretty much all of John Lennon’s best songs, minus Real Love and Jealous Guy. I love listening to his old anti-Vietnam and anti-government stuff. It gives you a good idea of what was going on in the world when this album was released. Listen to Woman is the nigger of the world.
Unknown Mortal Orchestra- II One of the best albums that came out last year. This is so different and exciting. Very Beatles inspired. Beautiful vocals and psychedelic guitar. One of the best albums I have heard in ages.
I want to list more albums but I’d be here for months. I hope you enjoy this list and I hope it introduces you to some new artists or genres!
Request: Can you do a deanxreader where she is feeling like lost, thoughtful and a little down just about things in the past (high school, her parents, hunts) and dean notice that, so he brings his guitar and tries to cheer her up making her laugh and singing cute songs for her like (remembering sunday by all time low and waiting for superman by daughtry) then sam and castiel tease them about how cute they are make it so fluffly and cute i love youuuu <3
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I love you tooo<3 Here it is, I hope you like it! Thanks!
PS. I love, love, love, love this song. It’s actually one of my favourites so thank you so much for requesting this one. Find it HERE!
“Y/N?” Dean asks, nearly tiptoeing over to you, “What’s up?”
The thing is? You don’t even know what to tell him. Sometimes, you just get days when the entire world seems to be sat on your shoulders. Again and again, memories invade your mind, each more horrible than the next.
High school. The girls, always out for a giggle.
Your old friends, killed by that demon chemistry teacher who disguised himself that way simply for the purpose of preying on teenagers. The sulfuric scent of the chem labs covered his little secret, taking out teen after teen.
Your parents, eyes staring lifelessly up at you.
All those people you couldn’t save.
Everything just weighs down and sometimes, it takes you with it.
“I’m… I’m okay.” You say simply. Dean shakes his head, sitting beside you on the couch.
“You ain’t okay. You look all vague and sad. That ain’t okay, not in my book.” He says, taking one of your smaller hands in both of his warm ones. “Come on. You know you can talk to me.”
You sigh softly, “It’s just everything, Dean. I’ll be okay, it’s just hard.”
He nods understandingly, not quite sure how to take your mind off of things. He squeezes your hand, features showing naught but compassion and worry.
Suddenly, his face lights up and he lets go of your hands.
“I’ll be right back!” He promises, grinning widely. You can’t help but smile slightly at his sudden enthusiasm, watching as he leaps off the couch and bounds from the room.
He returns a few minutes later, grin still in place and holding a guitar.
“You- you play?” You ask, slightly incredulous. He smiles, slightly bashful.
“Only sometimes, I’m not professional or anything.”
You clasp your hands together, smiling.
“You’d play me something?”
“Anything for you.” He chuckles, strumming his fingers over the strings, letting the notes filter out pleasantly. “Okay, promise you won’t laugh?”
“You know I wouldn’t.” You assure him and he smiles, turning his attention to the instrument before him.
He begins an all-too familiar tune, a song you’ve loved for what could be forever.
“She’s watching the taxi driver, he pulls away, She’s been locked up inside her apartment a hundred days,”
He sings, voice soft yet audible, carrying the tune in a way that feels too perfect to be true. It sets goosebumps to your skin and you run a hand over the exposed flash, finding a smile creeping onto your face.
“She says, ‘Yeah, he’s still coming, just a little bit late. He got stuck at the laundromat washing his cape.’ She’s just watching the clouds roll by and they spell her name, Like Lois Lane,”
He looks up at you, smiling as he sees the wide grin on your face. There’s something beautiful about the way his fingers ghost over the strings, other hand moving agilely over the neck, allowing the guitar to bend the sound, intricately forming it to the tune of the song.
“And she smiles, oh, the way she smiles,” He leans in, as if telling you a secret. You smile, covering your mouth. He seriously is the best boyfriend you could ever ask for- hell, you couldn’t even think to ask for someone this amazing.
“She’s talking to angels, Counting the stars, Making a wish on a passing car, She’s dancing with strangers, She’s falling apart,”
He looks like he’s using so little effort, his eyes flicking between you and his fingers, not missing so much as a note. This is a side of him you’ve never seen- the focus, instead of destroying, on creating something so incredible and beautiful.
“And waiting for Superman to pick her up, In his arms, yeah, in his arms, She’s waiting for Superman.”
He finishes, his voice slowing and fading along with the strumming. As he pulls the strap off from over his head, you’re on your feet, nearly attacking him with a hug. He chuckles, wrapping his arms tightly around you.
He presses his lips to the top of your head and you stay like that for a long moment, until you hear a gagging sound behind you. You part slowly, almost reluctantly, to see Sam and Cas stood in the doorway, looking vaguely disgusted.
“You two are way too cute for your own good.” Sam says teasingly, pretending to be bothered. You laugh, lying your head against Dean’s chest as you feel a pink blush spread its head across your cheeks.
“Y/N, Dean, you’re obnoxiously adorable.” Cas concurs, and you all let out a laugh.
“You know what?” Dean says, chest vibrating against your cheek. You look up at him, smiling slightly.
“I’m not ever sorry.”
The other guys leave the room, muttering things about getting a room and ‘stop this we’ll all end up in a sugar coma’.
“Dean?” You say softly, reaching up and cupping his cheek. He looks at you, a smile on his face.
“I don’t need to wait for Superman. I already found mine.” You smile, going up on tiptoes and pressing your lips to his.
I watched her freeze over at
my words, and my chest tightened. I wanted to draw her in, kiss her hair like I
used to, stroke her face and just be locked in an embrace with her and this
beautiful thing she had created.
“What.” Her voice was barely
audible as she stared at me, Poppy settling back in, her arms seemingly
comfortable. What I’d give to be there.
“I love you.” My voice cracked
as my mouth was dry. “I still love you, and I want this more than anything.”
Her eyes filled with tears, a few falling as she hastily swept them away.
“I- I don’t know.” Desperation
filled every part of me as I leant forward again, pushing the invisible
boundary, wanting to break it entirely.
“Do you love me?” I asked
softly, brushing a hair out of her eyes. She jumped at my touch, standing
abruptly and pacing slowly.
“You know I do.” Her voice
sounded empty, like an echo of lost time.
“But it’s not that easy. You
hurt me.” My eyes squeezed shut and my throat was tight, pain coursing through
me and mixing with guilt as I remembered all that I had put her through.
This was it all. There was
nothing else. This was the edge of my cliff, the dirt crumbling beneath me and
she could salvage me. She had stepped back when I walked away from her, making
it so that she was now the safest one. It was me who needed her; she could save
me from myself. She didn’t need me to survive anymore but I needed her more
than I’ve ever needed anything. I needed this and god knows what would happen
if she didn’t, not that there was any reason that she should accept.
“I’ll never stop regretting
it. I didn’t do what I did to purposefully hurt you-”
“But you knew it would.” She
cut off firmly, as I stood to meet her. Her eyes were burning with passion,
love or hate, both. She looked fierce, the look that I could never forget.
“I didn’t know how much.” I
whispered, wanting to claw at my chest. It felt hollow except for the huge beating,
warm heart. I wanted to dig it out, it thumped so ferociously it hurt, I could
pull it out and save myself this pain from love. Or I could give it to her,
hand her it and wrap her fingers around it so she knew she had my heart, forever.
“I want you in Poppy’s life.”
Her eyes softened at the thought of our daughter. “But I don’t know if you can
be in mine.”
Fear tore at me, ripping me
open. She could have reached in and taken my heart at this moment. She could
have shred and hacked at it, distorting it the way I knew I had hers.
“I understand.” My voice was
empty, heat leaving me as I found it hard to breathe in the warm apartment.
“Give me time.” She begged
suddenly, her eyebrows furrowed.
I looked at her shocked, as I
gasped for breath, tears running freely down my face.
“Anything.” I stooped slowly
as she let me, softly kissing Poppy’s forehead.
“I hope I see you soon.” I
mumbled softly, my fingers shaking as I rubbed the back of my neck.
I left swiftly; I couldn’t
stay in my raw state, I hated to be so vulnerable in front of her.
I headed to my apartment
across town, barely registering for the whole ride there. The metaphorical
ground beneath my feet was fast crumbling, the drop looking highly unpleasant.
I knew what I had to do, to
end the numb that spread through me as I fell onto my bed.
I had to feel it all, I
couldn’t try to block it out, I had to let it course through my veins the way I
deserved it to. I had to let it beat me down, claw at my edges and pour salt in
the deep ridges of my cuts.
There was only one way I knew
how to do that, to spill my words onto paper with fresh ink that couldn’t be
taken back. I liked that. The fact that something might actually be permanent. That
was the only mess I ever liked to clean, wipe down each sentence until it was
glassy and pure. To organise each letter until it all made sense and became an
amazing order, my fingers weaving intricate sounds until a melody formed perfectly,
fitting the words wholly.
A song was always created,
whenever anything went right or wrong. It was perfect therapy, giving me a
fresh mind to think with.
And the song – it always
amazed me how I managed to make sense of what I thought in such a complete way.
There was nothing else I could do to get Y/N back, this was the last leg. The
last branch on the way down that might stop me from hitting the bottom.
No other thing could possibly
describe how I felt to her, nothing could make her catch her breath and nothing
else would absorb so quickly into her senses that she understood, and it was
that thought that helped me close the envelope and shove it roughly under her
Days had passed and shock had
never left my body. I always felt dazed, to say the least. Missing
conversations people were having with me as the world around me felt numb. Most
of the time, I found it hard to breath. I cried so much that I could barely see
at night, but not out of sadness. Out of pain, the pain of indecision.
I still felt that love
whenever I looked into Poppy’s eyes, but seeing Luke still made my head rush. I
still felt the butterflies, the invisible patterns he used to trace over my
body glowing gold and lighting me up as his eyes sparkled at me. But there was
always underlying grey.
The grey tinge that set in
when he left, still shadowing over me and casting me into darkness as I
remembered each time, like a wave reaching its crest and crashing down. Over
Liz had put Poppy down as I
gulped coffee, trying desperately to relieve my senses, to revive them as she
came back in, frowning at an envelope in her hand.
“Someone just pushed this
under the door?” She questioned, eyebrows raised as I shrugged. I took it,
turning it over as my heart dropped. The writing on the back was instantly
recognised, the small always so
evidently from Luke it screamed at me.
I instantly excused myself,
shutting myself in my bedroom as I stared at the envelope. With shaky fingers,
I tore it open, the memory stick falling into my lap.
I picked it up, dropping it
instantly as I yelped. My fingers tingled immediately, like the object itself
was inserting some kind of knife into my senses to push through the detached
haze. A small smile tugged at my lips as a smile crept to my lips, grabbing it
again and enjoying the small buzz spreading though my hand as I inserted it
into my computer.
The screen went black
immediately as I furrowed my brows. He sent me a virus? My fingers went to rip
it out until white words flashed up onto the screen.
This is everything I didn’t say.
The name of his bands previous
song flashed, stark against the dark background as a melody began to play.
The same title but a different
song, more personal as tears rose to my eyes. The song was over before I knew
it, but the lyrics stuck immediately. A sense of urgency overcame me as I
quickly grabbed my shoes and keys, running through to a very confused and
“I have to go. I’ll be back
soon. I’m so sorry.” I gabbled as she nodded, pushing past her gently to run to
My fingers tapped impatiently
as I drove, taking all I had in me not to press my foot to the floor as I
murmured the lyrics over and over again in my head.
How could I have even
considered that? To push him away further until there was nothing between us,
until the underlying bond snapped completely?
His apartment block approached
me quickly as I haphazardly parked outside, dashing inside and running to his
floor as fast as I could, stumbling so many times in my hurry that I lost
count. The stairs blurred in my vision as anticipation coursed through my
veins, my heart pounding as I knocked anxiously.
Impatience caused me to jump
up and down slightly as I waited for him to come to the door. I rapped again
vigorously, my knuckled turning bright red as I heard a muffled voice.
“Alright, alright, I’m coming!”
The door clicked at the undoing of a lock and the door swung to reveal very
surprised blue eyes.
“Y-Y/N?” His voice quivered as
he bit his lip.
“I hate you!” I burst out,
watching his eyes begin to swim as I carried on. “You should have been here for
the last five months!”
He stayed silent as I ranted
on, nodding his head softly as I suddenly smiled, causing a look of upmost confusion to
cross his face.
“And I will be damned, Hemmings, if I let you miss any
more!” He broke out into a slight chuckle as he realised what I was saying. He
grinned down at me, the tears now happier than ever as I threw myself into his
out stretched arms, sealing my lips to his.
Pairing: tattoo artist Luke + Reader Word Count: 2.3k Masterlist 8tracks playlist Parts 2&3 (A/N): new luke one shot! as always send me feedback here! and i’ve never gotten a tattoo before so it might not be accurate soz enjoy reading and coping with punk!luke feels :)
The familiar feeling of smoke invaded his lungs, instantly easing his mind. Exhaling, grey smoke clouds released out of his mouth. His fingers ran through his messy blonde locks, sapphire eyes starring aimlessly up into the obscure night sky. He sat at the back of tattoo shop where he worked with his best friends, needing a break from reality.
“Luke!” A voice rang out. “Hurry the hell up and get back to work,” The red head taunted.
“Fuck you, Michael. I’ll be there,” Luke shouted back.
The luminous, unknown streets of downtown Sydney were emptying as the night was now late. The brown eyed girl tightly clutched onto a wrinkled sheet of paper, peering at each and every shop looking for the right one. She rubbed her tired eyes and trudged down the concrete sidewalk in her worn out van’s. A bright sign came into view, the neon letters depicting “Try Hard Tattoos and Piercings."
Her nervous hand gripped the door handle of the tattoo parlor that her friend had suggested she go to.
"There’s no going back,” she muttered her breath opening the door. The brown haired girl nervously walked into the lobby of the shop. Tattoo designs covered almost inch of the walls, ranging from small simple ones, to extensive and intricate ones. The sound of a tattoo gun echoed through the walls, making her heart pound against her chest.
She anxiously walked to the front desk where a dark haired man with attractive almond shaped eyes sat. He shot the girl a small smile and stood up. He had a blonde streak in his black hair and tattoos lined his arms and neck, peeking out of his shirt.
“Hey,” his raspy Australian accent greeted. “What could I do for you tonight?”
“I- uhm, wanted to get a tattoo done,” She nervously laughed. “I hope I’m not too late,” considering it was past closing time for them.
“Nah, you’re fine sweetheart,” He assured, noticing her American accent. “I’m Calum by the way,"
"I’m Y/N,” she smiled, unfolding the paper she was holding. “I was hoping to see if I get this tattooed,” giving the design to Calum.
“Of course,” he answered. “Can you fill out the paperwork first?” Calum asked, following the rules that were set.
“Yeah,” Y/N swiftly pulled out her Driver’s License (which was American) and filled out the required forms.
“Thank you,” Calum spoke after scanning the papers.“Let me get Luke for you, he’ll be your artist for tonight,"
The girl patiently waited for this Luke guy to come, checking her phone for any messages or calls from her friends. There were none. Typical for her.
A few moments later, Calum appeared with a genuinely, drop dead gorgeous boy. He seemed a few years older than her and definitely taller. His blonde hair that mirrored the sun’s rays were hidden under a snap back that he wore backwards. His immense sapphire eyes held her gaze. His tattoo cover hand messed with his black lip ring that added to his dangerous aura. His broad shoulders were on full show in the black muscle tee he was wearing, proudly revealing the tattoos that covered every inch of his arms.
The blonde scanned over the sketch that Y/N had drawn. Luke’s blue eyes shot over to the short girl, eyes raking in her short, black jean shorts and a baggy basketball jersey.
Y/N nervously held her phone in her hands, glancing between Luke and Calum.
Blue eyes flickered between the paper and her, only the sound of the tattoo gun audible.
"Come on,” Luke’s raspy voice muttered, gesturing her to follow him to the back of the parlor.
Y/N anxiously follow the tall blonde in front of her passing Calum.
“Good luck,” he called out, smirking. What was that supposed to mean? Looking around, the tattoo shop was huge. Each room was meant for a private tattoo experience, not one of those dingy open floor plan ones. This is why she had chosen this one in the first place. A red haired guy with an eyebrow piercing walked out of one the rooms. He gave Y/N a small smile.
Luke went into his specific room, Y/N hot on his heels. Awkward was one way to describe how she felt, standing not knowing what to do.
“Have a seat on that chair,” He murmured, looking in the cabinets for something.
“Okay,” She complied, scanning the room. Several photos of Luke and three other boys were scattered on the corner. She had recognized Calum and the boy whom she had seen in the hallway, but not the green eyed boy who had a man bun and wore glasses.
Luke cleared his throat, whipping her head towards him. He grabbed his chair and sat directly in front of her.
“Is this your first tattoo?” He asked blatantly.
“Y-yeah,” Y/N mumbled, feeling inferior to the inked boy in front of him.
“Alright, I’m going to go over some basics of the procedure and everything should be fine. There’s nothing to be afraid about,” His deep voice explained. “I don’t bite,” he smirked, looking at her.
the struggle as a non-native english speaker that hasn’t lived in an english speaking country is that you don’t know when you are using regular slang or aave and honestly im so scared of upsetting or offending people so if you see me using words you know are aave or words I should generally never use, I beg you to please inform me and try to understand that I don’t do it on purpose ><
Milvertons’ Jazz Favourites — 14 / 35 → Dizzy Gillespie
John Birks “Dizzy” Gillespie was born in Cheraw, South Carolina on October 21st, 1917. A trumpeter, bandleader, and composer, Gillespie was a key figure in the creation and development of bebop and and also had a hand in the Afro-Cuban movement in jazz. Along with Louis Armstrong and Miles Davis, Gillespie is one of the most influential trumpeters and jazz musicians of all time. I cannot begin to describe how my I enjoy bebop. While it was initially rejected for the much preferred swing music of the time, bebop would soon be called the first modern jazz style. Gillespie embodies the fast, complicated, intricate sounds of bebop that I love so much.