glam for all

there’s a cockroach era photoshoot where everyone except ruki and reita are just posing to show off their stuff really hard 

it’s the most unintentionally hilarious thing 

I mean

what are you even trying to show??? “ohh yeah i have… pockets… and a shoulder…” actually Kai is too young and small here let’s move on i’m getting uncomfortable 

wait actually uruha is a bad example because this is just his natural state in this era but LOOK AT THIS

!!! boy is a hoe
And The Writer Is: John Ryan

John Ryan is a songwriter who co-wrote on nine of One Direction’s singles. Ross Golan, the interviewer, also wrote with One Direction, and co-wrote “If I Could Fly.” This is the same podcast Savan Kotecha gave his interview on.

Ryan’s interview sheds further light on the writing process of One Direction songs. In addition, one gets a glimpse of bts song production and the atmosphere of touring.

As the band got more famous, security was tightened, and there was increasing scrutiny of their individual movements.

It made me think of Harry’s lyrics, “I can’t touch what I see,” and “We’re not who we used to be.” Their fame gradually became a cage.

Ryan also talked about how Julian Bunetta oversaw production so that there was a cohesive “sound” on each album– down to the details of using the same synth, the same percussion.

I thought about the difference of each song on Harry’s album. He must have been thinking about these various sounds for a long time. The production on “Harry Styles,” done with a deft and unifying professionalism, still allowed the expression of a lot of different rock sounds– glam, stadium, folk, garage. All of these are outside of the 1D spectrum.

And finally, Ryan talked about how the audience of 1D was the first to appreciate how the band was maturing as musicians, how their sound “pivoted.” He made the comparison to The Beatles and their song “Revolution.”

Last Dance

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Modern AU)

Summary: With one week left in both of your theme park employee contracts, you struggle with the clash between your blossoming feelings for Bucky and the impending end of your job.

this one is for @buckyywiththegoodhair​, the loveliest pineapple gem to grace the interwebs. nicole, i don’t think you’ll ever fully comprehend how grateful i am for you and how much i adore you. thanks for everything xx

A/N: this one’s a doozy (3100+ words). i’ve always struggled with writing things that are long enough to have a storyline yet short enough to not frustrate readers. i’m trying this new thing where i try not to sacrifice content in the name of comfort. hopefully y’all enjoy this one, and i’d love to hear your feedback!

ps. i also wrote this after taking sleeping pills [for legitimate medical reasons], so it gets sloppy towards the end. whoops. 

The cool air breezes through your limbs as you step out onto the roof of the staff quarters, providing a much-needed respite from the rising temperatures of the basement party Tony Stark is throwing.  You fan yourself and wait for a nervous Bucky to speak. Why he’s nervous is beyond you, but you’re sure it’s nothing you can’t handle.

Bucky remains silent, his knuckles turning white as he grips his fingers tightly, shifting the weight from one foot to another. His downcast eyes flick upwards, the vulnerability in his blue orbs shining bright and true. You’re about to reach out and ask him if everything is okay when -

“I like you.”

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips before the lower lip gets caught between your teeth. You definitely weren’t expecting that, and a sudden rush of nerves suppresses your ability to eloquently speak. “Wow,” you blankly say.

Something sinks in your heart, and you’re suddenly taken back to the conversation you had with Wanda earlier today.

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