a 21st century band

Two Views Of Fantasy Warfare...

The D&D game is clearly rooted in the medieval warfare tradition. 

Soldiers wear chain-mail or plate armor, and they wield weapons such as swords and bows. 

Knights gallop across the battlefield on horses, and catapults bombard castle walls. 

Yet, the presence of fantastic creatures and magic supports a more modern kind of warfare, in which flying creatures provide air support, soldiers use camouflage or magic to hide themselves from enemies, and spells that affect a large area can devastate clusters of troops. 

It’s useful to think of D&D warfare as a continuum with historical medieval warfare on one end and modern warfare on the other end. 

Before you take your D&D game to the battlefield, decide where on that continuum you want your battles to be.

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the-anaverse  asked:

pls discuss ur opinions on the Jonas brothers I need to hear this

FUCKIN. LISTEN. TO ME.

the jonas brothers were the most iconic band to ever grace upon us in the 21st century. my mom is actually downstairs watching a documentary on a sibling group she listened to back in the day which sparked my strong opinions on this because I said “you haven’t really seen a sibling group in awhile. ACTUALLY. THE JONAS BROTHERS”

so anyways on one hand I’m glad they were a disney band because they got the success and recognition they deserved but at the same time so many people dismissed them because of them because of that!!! they could have RULED the pop punk scene. they could have been on warped tour. they could have been a BAND ™ rather than just a dreamy image if that makes sense. the lyricism was out of this world. their vocals were incredible. their talent? like. the songwriting, the music they wrote, kevin doing his tricks with the guitar on stage. it was all so authentic. the jonas brothers took over the world, and I really think they could rule it still if they were still together.

their cover of poor unfortunate souls is outta the world. they made magic when they were together. I don’t know a single person who doesn’t like burnin up. that was the summer ANTHEM. they have soul. they have passion. they have talent. the jonas brothers deserved BETTER

I really fuckign hate seeing ppl say stuff about Gerard way like “oh my god he got soooo fat??” Like fucking excuse you he spent 12 years in the spot light as the frontman of one of the most consistently successful bands of the 21st century so far do u even realise the pressure he would’ve been under to maintain the image he had at the beginning?? Like he’s 40 years old now you can’t expect him to look like he did when he was 24??????? If he feels happy enough and comfortable enough as he is now then fucking leave him alone.

F A M O U S A L B U M S P L U S C O U P L E S 

The Script “No Sound Without Silence” | Snow Patrol “Eyes Open” | Blur “Think Tank” | My Chemical Romance “Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge” | Nick Jonas ft. Tove Lo “Close” | 5 Seconds Of Summer “Vapor” | Muse “Invincible” | Suede “Suede” | Green Day “21st Century Breakdown” |

Most precious thing ever

I have no idea how I’ve never noticed this but in quiet Green Day songs like Ordinary World and some bits of Outlaws you can hear Billie take lil breaths and I know that’s something so small and probably stupid but I really like that. Honestly guys, it’s something to listen for next time. Unless I’m late to the party here 😂

So, why do I think this group of six white men from suburban Philadelphia is better than all the other groups of suburban white men playing pop-punk out there in the world? I could easily write a long list, but in the end, it comes down to growth. The Wonder Years have allowed themselves to grow and evolve as a band as they’ve grown and evolved into adulthood, with all the messiness and complications that come with it. And they have trusted their audience to follow them on that journey.

Part of it, I think, is their longevity. The Wonder Years are going strong ten years into their career, while so many of their peers have burned out after a record or two in their early to mid twenties. But more importantly, they aren’t afraid of alienating their fans, of trying new things, of writing about their lives and the ways they move through the world.

Pop-punk as a whole is not a genre particularly known for its innovation and maturity. Take genre elders New Found Glory. Undoubtedly they are one of the most important pop-punk bands of the 21st century. Pretty much every band in the genre today cites them as a direct influence to some degree, The Wonder Years included. But for the past 20 years they have been making essentially the same record over and over again. (There was a minor diversion in 2006’s Coming Home, but it wasn’t anything more than a blip on the radar. 2009’s Not Without A Fight picked right back up where they had left off, pardon the pun). And that’s not to say that the one album NFG has been making all these years isn’t good, I own and enjoy every single one of them, but there has been no progression in their sound and in their lyrics. They’re late-30-something men writing the same songs they made in their late teens. And they are far from the only pop-punk band to do that. What makes The Wonder Years special, and worth spending a whole week writing about, is that they have grown. Their perspectives have changed and the songs they wrote when they were 18 are not the songs they’re writing now.

For a quick study in these contrasts, look at “Melrose Diner,” off their breakout album The Upsides and “You In January,” from their most recent release No Closer To Heaven. TWY don’t really write about love and relationships very much, an anomaly for the genre, but in the beginning of their career, Dan Campbell, the band’s singer and primary lyricist, was willing to disparage his ex as a way to disparage himself. In “Melrose Diner” he lists petty things he hates about an ex girlfriend, and he can’t stand seeing her with some other guy. His friends bag on this new dude, trying to make him feel better, but in the end he still wishes she was around. As far as pop-punk songs about exes go, it’s pretty mild, and in the end, it’s more about Campbell’s loneliness and wanting to push people away, but I still think it fits more within the paradigm than not. (Sidenote: there should be more pro wrestling themed music videos in the world. Get on that, music).

Five years later, on “You In January,” Campbell shares small moments of intimacy with his wife. The first day in their new apartment together, places they’ve traveled, running the dishwasher before he leaves for a long tour. And obviously the difference in tone from an ex to a longtime partner is a huge component in how these songs come across, but since pop-punk is such an overwhelming young genre, its love songs tend to be visceral, positively or negatively. “You In January” conveys love in its small ways, it has the nuance of growing up, the way “Melrose Diner” lacks.

So this week I’m going to look at TWY through the major themes they tackle in their music, and how they’ve grown in their perspectives. Their songs about mental health, loss, home, and trying to find out who you are and your place in the world are not, on their surface, a revelation; these are themes that have been tackled a million times in a million genres by a million bands. But the questions they ask and leave unanswered, the vulnerability they show are a revelation for a genre often still trapped in the confines of white suburban masculinity.

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She puts her makeup on
Like graffiti on the walls of the heartland
She’s got her little book of conspiracies right in her hand
She is a paranoid endangered species headed into extinction
She is one of a kind
She’s the last of the American Girls

stuart-and-the-bands  🌺

me: haha I’m not that emo

me rn: [fighting back tears] the black parade….. such an iconic album.. truly timeless….. a musical masterpiece.. one of the most influential albums of the 21st century…… I would die for this band… these songs keep me alive

Surprise (Harry Styles x Reader)

A/N: This imagine especially goes for the girls who aren’t or weren’t able to meet the boys. Girls I really feel with you because neither did I met Harry or the other boys. But don’t give your hopes up! Maybe you’ll meet them one day, who knows? And to those people, who already did meet them, please share your experiences with me! I’m dying to know them! Btw, I’m so fucking excited for today! I’ve been waiting for this day since “Sign of the Times” was released and I can’t wait to see him performing again!!!  And as Harry would say, All the love and I really hope you enjoy this imagine! I appreciate feedbacks, no matter if they are positive or negative! xo B.

Ever since I was a teenager, my heart was conquered by the most famous boy band in the entire world. Their music has been accompanying me through my puberty stage. They also saved my life and I would be always grateful for that. I was fourteen years old as I started to fancy them. Those times were pretty hard for me. My family was falling apart. My parents decided to divorce and their decision hit me like a brick. I was never the same after this.

So it felt good to listen to their music because it was the only thing that would soothe me during my time of loneliness. I barely talked to my parents, it hurt to see how two persons who used to love each other so dearly ignoring themselves. I needed time to regain my strength and carry on with my live.

So special thanks to One Direction. The biggest boy band in the 21st century. I was glad to get to know them. I still remember my walls being plastered with thousands of posters and pictures. I owned every album and perfume, I still do by the way. One Direction meant more to me than just a boy band. They were my heroes and perfect role models for teenagers nowadays. Also belonging to the 1D fandom was a great honor and pleasure to me and I loved being a part of them so dearly.

And still with my 22 years, I still adored them with my whole heart. Now that they were being in a break, things got strange somehow. I really missed them.  I loved all of them but one of them stole my heart from the very first moment I saw him. His wonderful green eyes and his cute dimpled smile were burnt into my head forever. Whenever I saw him in an interview, talking and interacting with the interviewer, my heart skipped a beat and a wide grin made its way up on my lips.

His transformation was fucking remarkable. I mean, you just have to look at him in his X-factor times and compare him with today’s Harry. How did he manage some sort of transformation?! He looks handsome as ever and shit, I would do anything to meet him, even for a second.

Yes, I belonged to the fans who never got the chance to see him or the other boys in real life. And that fact hurt pretty much. Every time I asked myself why I could not just meet them? When I was 15, I wanted to visit their concert but unfortunately I had no money to afford a ticket. I cried for days.

My dearest wish was to be hold by Harry, his arms being wrapped around me into a secured and protective hug, his voice telling me not to cry. But I just could dream of it.

And also with 22 years, I still hadn’t met him. Not yet.

***

“Hey (Y/N), it’s break time!” My best friend called as she entered my office, taking a seat in front of me and placing her feet on my desk. I took a look at the clock. It was exactly 2 PM. I leaned back on my chair, rubbing over my eyes with my hands. After working non-stop for six hours I became really tired. I worked for a designer company in New York and we were about to make a new collections for the summer. So I spent my whole day with drawing and drawing some ideas. And I have to say I liked the most of them.

“Would you please put down your feet from my desk?” I sighed. Then, I opened my cupboard, taking a sandwich out of it. I unwrapped the foil and bit into my delicious sandwich.

My friend and also my co-worker took a sip of her cappuccino. “So (Y/N), any plans for your birthday?” I just roll my eyes at her question. She knew I was too busy to celebrate my birthday this year however she insisted and tried to convince me to do otherwise. She’s been like this for a whole month now.

The closer my birthday came, the more suspicious my friends acted. I was aware that they planned a big surprise for me but I couldn’t tell what. Otherwise, I could always tell what they were planning but this time I was completely oblivious about it.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, babe! We’re going celebrate your birthday like every year.” My friend looked at me with a stern expression on her face.

“(Y/F/N), I’m very busy this year and you know it. I have no time for any celebrations. We have to concentrate on the new collections.”

“But baby, you already work and work without taking any break. You need to cool down a bit! Work isn’t running away.”

I sighed and surrendered because I knew, no matter how much I resist, she wouldn’t leave me alone.

“Fine!” I grumbled, earning an exited screech from her. I held my hands over my ears.

“You won’t be disappointed about your present. I promise!” She told me.

I took my water bottle and drank out of it. However, what my friend said in the next moment made me almost spill out the whole content in my mouth on my drawings.

“What did you just said?” I exclaimed.

She acted like it wasn’t anything excited. But for me it meant the whole world. She looked at me weirdly. “Calm down, babe. I just said that Harry Styles is in town.”

Immediately, my heart beat increased and I felt my cheeks getting warm.

“Woah, (Y/N), you’re trembling!” My friend remarked. “If I knew you would react this way, I wouldn’t have told you.”

“W-where do you know that?” I asked her, trying to keep my voice straight.

“You know I’m watching the news and listening to the radio. I’m not like you who locks herself up in her office and isolates herself from life.” She laughed slightly.

“I’m not isolating myself.”

“Yeah sure.”

“But I don’t think that I’ll meet him even though he’s in New York. I mean he could be anywhere.” I sighed. My friend knew about my heavy crush on Harry Styles. The whole office knew actually. They would catch me how I would talk about him constantly. When he released “Sign of the Times” I couldn’t stop but telling everyone how brilliant this song was. I practically forced them to listen to it. Yeah, since everybody knew they wouldn’t stop teasing me about it.

“You never know, babe. Don’t give your hopes up.” My friend remarked.

“You know I’m never lucky when it comes to my favorite celebrity. Everybody meets him. Everyone but me.”

“You’re thinking to negative, (Y/N). Just look forward on your birthday, okay? We’re going to have so much fun!”

She looked at the clock and saw that our twenty minutes break was almost over. “I’m heading back to my office. I see you around, girl. And do not make a sad face okay? I’m sure one day you’ll meet him.” She offered me a smile before she opened the door and left. Little did I feel that she knew something.

***

My birthday finally arrived. I didn’t feel very excited about that but my friends in the office freaked out for an unknown reason. I received some congrats and lovely hugs from everybody.

“You’re finally 23!”Alyssa, a very cute girl from the office told me, her voice showing a trace of joy.

“Yeah. “ I mumbled. “Finally 23.”

“Okay, girl.” My friend grabbed my shoulders, smiling at me. “You’re not allowed to enter the conference room till tonight. We’ll send somebody to get you, alright?”

“Sure.” I said, and after that everybody went back to working.

Hours and hours passed by fast and as someone knocked on my door I just realized that it was already 8 PM. Wow, I really worked that much?

“(Y/N)?” It was Alyssa who opened the door and came in. She is such a lovely and wonderful girl. She is definitely one of my favorite co-workers.

“Hey, Ally!” I greeted her. She clapped her hands.

“Are you ready?”

“I think so…” I said. I was kind of nervous though. Who would know what was waiting for me in the conference room?

Alyssa came towards me and took my hand.

“I have to ask you to close your eyes and only to open them when you’re told, okay?”

I nodded my head and closed my eyes. “Alright.”

Alyssa pushed me slightly forward. “And no cheating!”

“I won’t!” I called.

Alyssa guided me securely and safe to the conference room. I heard her knocking on the hard wooden door. Someone opened it. I could perceive some whispers in the background as I was pushed further into the room. My heart felt like I would explode in my chest.

“Okay, (Y/N)!” I heard my friend. “You can open your eyes now.”

And I did. What I’ve seen took my breath away. The walls around me were decorated so beautifully and balloons were hanging everywhere. There was also a big poster and “Happy birthday to our wonderful (Y/N)” was written on it. They also have removed the desks to the side so the middle of the room could be used as a dance floor. I really wanted to cry. I had such beautiful friends and I was grateful for that.

“Do you like it?” Alyssa asked.

I shook my head in agreement. “Yes, fuck, yes I love it! Thank you so much guys!” I breathed out, struggling with my tears.

“If you already love this,” My friend said, “then you’ll love your present even more.” I looked at her questioningly.

“Turn around, (Y/N).” She smiled softy.

And as I turned around, it felt like everything around me stopped for a second. My eyes meet with some enchanting green eyes that I longed to see in real life for so many years now. There he stood in front of me and handsome as ever, holding a beautiful red rose in his hand.

I didn’t know how to react, I was utterly shook and very surprised. I was expecting everything but this. I finally met him. My biggest celebrity crush, the king of my world, the key to my heart, the reason for my smile. Harry Styles.

He smiled at me gently and handed me over the rose. I grabbed it with my shaky hands. I tried hard to contain my tears but failed terribly. I put my hand on my mouth to muffle my heavy sobs.  I didn’t want to cry. Not in front of him. But I did. And the next thing I felt was Harry wrapping his arms around me and pressing against his chest. I clung onto him like my life was dependent on him. The whole room was filled with cheers, clapping and laughter.

Harry was rubbing my back soothingly, telling my not to cry. I nestled my face in the crook of his neck, breathing his scent in. The scent of his cologne hit my nostrils and awakened every cell and fiber in my body.

He pushed me slightly away, but so that we were still very close to each other. He put his hands on my cheeks and wiped away my falling tears.

“Don’t cry anymore, darling.” He said. “This is supposed to be your lucky day.” I nodded, however it was very hard to stop crying. People who already met him know what I’m talking about. Slowly, I regained myself and no more tears were flooding down my cheeks.

“Sorry for ruining your jacket.” I mumbled.

“Don’t worry about that.” He laughed. “It’s totally okay.”

As I looked back into his eyes, just to make sure this was not a dream, it hit me. “Shit, you’re fucking Harry Styles!” My voice was trembling.

“Yes,” He smiled at me. “I am fucking Harry Styles.” The room erupted into laughter.

Harry cleared his throat before he spoke again. “Happy birthday, m’love!”

I blushed slightly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you (Y/N). You’re friends couldn’t stop but talking about you non-stop in the last few months.” My eyes widened. Months? They were planning this for months?

“What?” I could only say, turning to my best friend.

“We all know that Harry is a busy man. We wanted to make sure that he was available on your birthday.” She said. I shook my head, but laughed. This all still seemed so surreal to me. How did they even manage to invite him?

“I’m glad they told me about you.” Harry said. “I’ve heard some nice stuff about you.”

The heavy wooden doors opened and my boss Lana came in. She walked towards me and Harry, hugging me first and then giving him a friendly hug. “Welcome Harry, my boy. Long time no see.”

Harry laughed shyly. “It’s good to see you again, Lana.” I was startled a bit. They two knew each other? My boss turned towards me. “Are you enjoying your birthday present?”

I nodded. “Yes, mam. Thank you so so much!” I turned and looked at the others in the room. “I still can’t believe that Harry Styles is standing next to me, but I really appreciate your effort with my whole heart. You made a dream come true. Thank you!” Everybody smiled.

“I think it’s time for your birthday cake.” Harry announced then, holding onto my hips. His closeness let tingles run down my spine and I enjoyed every second of it.

The cake arrived and I blew out the candles. We ate the cake, which tasted heavenly, and then someone turned on the music so we could dance. Harry took my hand, dragging me towards to dance floor.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, his hands on my hips pushing me towards him.

“It’s the best birthday I’ve ever had!” I told him.

“ ‘M very glad you like it.” We danced like there was no tomorrow, but the closer the end came the more afraid I got. I knew that he had to leave soon and I didn’t want that. I enjoyed his presence so much and I refused to let him go. Unfortunately, he had to. The party was over soon. Too soon for my liking.

“Say hello to your mum from me.” Lana asked him, as they hugged each other goodbye. I found out that my boss and his mother were friends so that’s why they knew each other.

“I will. Again, thanks for inviting me.” His eyes fell on me and he smiled. “Otherwise I wouldn’t know what I would miss.” I blush crept its way on my cheeks.

Harry came to me, holding my hands. “I’m glad I met you (Y/N). I really am. I’m grateful that your friends were bothering the shit out of me, telling me how wonderful you were. “

For the third time on this day, my eyes were filled with tears. He was such an angel. How can I even let him go?

“I don’t want to end it like this.” He admitted, making my heart beating faster.”I would like to get to know you better and I’m staying in New York for a while. So would you give me the honor of going on a date with me?”

Was this really happening? Or was I dreaming? He wanted to go on a date with me?

Without any hesitation I nodded my head.

“Yes, yes yes yes yes!”

He laughed cutely and then leaned forward to press a gentle kiss on my cheek.

“Happy birthday again, (Y/N).”