i hope this makes the new record

So Anti’s back. Time to hyperfocus

Today’s episode of Hyperfocus is on what Anti says.

So for any of you who are extremely confused (I was too until I did some hardcore searching), Anti made his grand return in the intro for Jack’s PAX East panel. The reason you may be seeing so many phone- recorded videos is because Jack told people to record it on their phones. But… Was it Jack?

We’ll get to that in a minute.

First, let’s start with Anti’s first words, a voiceover on nothing. Did you miss me?” 

Sound familiar? Oh, yeah.

Dark said it when he came back. I’m willing to bet Anti got similar reactions. I, at least, reacted the same way for both: a little flailing, a little fangirling, and repeating, “Yes, yes I did.”


“Look at you all just sitting there, you all thought I was gone. Not worrying about anything. You all thought I was gone, but I’ve been here this entire time, keeping an eye on things.”

Anti, like Dark, wants us to pay attention. The difference here is that while Dark feeds off our attention and needs it (see: “You just need to let me in”), Anti simply craves the attention. As soon as the spotlight was off of him, he got jealous. He lashed out, because he wants to be seen again.

And when he says “I’ve been here this entire time,” that goes along with a lot of theories centered around the idea that Anti really did get rid of Jack on Halloween, and that Anti has just been pretending this entire time. Every glitch and Anti sighting between then and now has been Jack trying to get our attention.

Anti insults us. “Look at you all just sitting there.” He makes us feel at fault. He says we should have been worried. Flashback to Halloween, when he says “This is your fault.” He blames us. 

But he’s been here the entire time, which leads me back to what I said above about Jack telling us to record with our phones. Was it Jack? My theory is, no. If Anti claims to have been here this entire time, there has not been a single moment that it has been Jack since before Halloween. 

Moreover, I think Anti wanted a record of his reappearance, but in a chaotic way. This wasn’t in a video uploaded to Jack’s channel, it was an intro to a live event. Multiple people record this on their phones and share it on Tumblr, and the entire fandom is thrown into confusion and chaos.

Yeah, I’m pretty sure it was Anti.

“You stopped paying attention. Well, I hope you’re happy. You’ve found someone new. You threw me aside. Someone to replace me.”

Again, Dark.

I wanted Dark and Anti to get along, but this right here makes me think that if they ever did meet, it would not be good.

Dark said he’d been “Pushed aside, replaced, mocked.” Most people agree that he was referring to Anti here. Anti had been getting most of the attention, and Dark was a little mad about it. But when Dark got to us, when we let him in on Valentine’s, it satiated his need for attention. He believed that he wouldn’t have to deal with Anti anymore, because he came back.

Anti, on the other hand, not only said “Betrayal, neglect, mistake,” he also said this very cryptic little phrase: “cheap imitator.” 

Most people, again, agree that after Dark came back, Anti got jealous once again. But instead of saying he’d been pushed aside, replaced, and mocked, he’d been betrayed and neglected. By us. He believes that by even looking at Dark, we’ve betrayed and neglected him. He calls Dark a mistake, and a cheap imitator. Not good.

But then this. “You’ve found someone new. You threw me aside. Someone to replace me.”

Again, the only thing I could imagine he is talking about is Dark. We turned to Dark, and Anti is not happy.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m always there, always watching. You can’t get rid of me.”

This goes back to above, where Anti says he’s always been there. Not much else to say about this, other than he’s always watching.

He sees everything we do. How we react to him, how we react to Dark. He sees every little headcanon we cook up. And he really doesn’t care what we say. Like Fall Out Boy said, “I don’t care what you think as long as it’s about me.”

Here’s a big difference between Anti and Dark. Dark needs us to trust him and even like him for his plans to play out. Anti, on the other hand, just wants us to watch. He doesn’t care about controlling us, because he believes he can do anything on his own. We can’t get rid of him. When he says that, he shows that he truly doesn’t care what we think as long as we pay more attention to him than Dark.

Enjoy the show.”

The first thing that popped into my head was Mark’s Raspy Hill video, which was arguably an early Darkiplier appearance. Although it isn’t canonical or acknowledged by Mark, we all kind of understand it to be Dark. (Sidenote, even back then, before Dark had concrete characteristics, we can still see him trying to make us trust him. More on that if you want it. Hmu.) In that video, Dark says, “Enjoy your stay.”

Enjoy is the key word here. I don’t think either Dark or Anti truly meant that they want us to enjoy in the common sense of the word. They meant to pay attention, and don’t try to leave. No matter what, the show is going to be worth watching.

Edit: I’ve been reminded of Natewantstobattle’s Sister Location song “Enjoy the Show” featuring Jack and HOW COULD I FORGET. And, yeah, maybe Anti threw that little reference in there for kicks and giggles. Anti likes showing up in horror games, doesn’t he? I highly doubt that Anti was making direct reference to Dark, and it’s entirely possible that he was referencing the song “Enjoy the Show,” but at this point it’s impossible to separate Anti and Dark completely. There is undeniable interaction between the two.


Oh, and the sliced neck? Yeah, kind of confirms that Jack is gone. Anti has been in control since Halloween. 

And the gauges? Most likely a canonical character trait. Makes Anti edgier.

Send To All

Originally posted by ohstylesno

Requested by anonymous:

“hey there! I don’t know if you’re still doing 1D requests but I was wondering if I could request a Harry Styles imagine?? idk if you know of it but there’s a comedian called michael mcintyre who has a chat show and he has a segment called ‘send to all’ where he sends a mass text from the guests phone and reads the replies - anyways I was wondering if you could do a request where the reader is a celebrity and secretly dating Harry and their relationship gets exposed or something through this?? xx”

Warnings: None?? tiny bit of language and fluff I suppose

Notes: This gif has no relevance it just fucking kills me omg (also I’m so excited to write for harry eek)

“Good luck love, I know you’ll be amazing as always. Thinking of you and can’t wait to finally hold you in my arms tomorrow. H x” 

You felt your heart constrict and a buzz fill your body, a smile tugging up on your lips as your eyes scanned over the text your boyfriend had just sent you. Your thumbs hovered anxiously over the keyboard as you mulled over what you should reply with. You had just decided on replying with words teasing him about how he signed his texts just like his tweets when you were interrupted. 

“*yn*, we’re ready for you.” 

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Agape (Soprano Cover)
Agape (Soprano Cover)

Happy Friday! As we enter into the last day of the year, I felt inspired to record a cover of “Agape” from Yuri!!! On Ice. I really am thankful to YOI help make 2016 a little brighter, and for all of you fellow fans and new followers, ‘following’ me into 2017 where I look forward to bringing you new original music and more cover recordings. Thank you for your support. I sincerely hope you enjoy this rendition of Agape. 

I dedicate this recording to Johnny Weir, who said if he could choose one program to skate that would match him from the series, it would be “Agape”. 

Thank you @scaredofthesky for allowing me to use your beautiful art for this cover.


I made a new sticker for my Redbubble and also recorded a video for my Discord pals showing how I use the lasso tool to make artwork like this. I hope it can be helpful for you guys too! (please excuse my really awkward talking!💦)

First day on the job.

Where in the world do I begin? Hello, my name is Jonathan Dart and, as of today, I am officially the IT guy at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. 

You read that correctly. It took them until 2016, but both students and staff alike have finally caved and demanded that their cell phones work on school grounds, and with that request they had to find a “muggle” (a term I’m quickly learning to detest) to install wifi and maintain any technology that functions on school grounds.

So let’s make this clear to any wizards, witches, or IT muggles allowed into their circle out there. I just entered this “wizarding world” 3 days ago. This is all entirely new to me. I’m writing this because I’ve learned through the grapevine that other magical schools are planning on making the same jump, and I’m hoping my experiences can help other outsiders down the road.

As its my first day I really don’t have much advice to give. All I can do is stand here and wonder to myself what the hell I was thinking. For the record, I’m typing this on my iPhone while I ride a magic staircase. They better have beer in this world because I’m going to need a drink tonight.

Yuratchka-Speaks BLOOPER REEL Pt. 1
Yuratchka-Speaks BLOOPER REEL Pt. 1

Contains: every mistake I’ve made worthy of humour between my first audio to now, plus some behind the scenes type info on some audios

Okay so between my parents yelling and a thunderstorm, I couldn’t record a new audio, so I decided to put this up instead!

A/N: I had been saving my favourite bloopers from my first audio until now and I wanted to make a compilation, and since we’re close 1,500 followers I thought I would give this as an early milestone gift! I thought some parts were pretty funny, so I hope you guys enjoy!! Thank you so so much for listening!!!


My little indie rock and roll outfit from Salt Lake City.

It’s a homage to an unpopular individual i knew of as a youth. Or just a homage to the unpopular in general.

I hope so, a lot of songs I really enjoy may not make the cut. Keep your fingers crossed.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I just remember you once wrote you are also bullet journaling. Would you mind showing some pictures of your bullet journal? Sorry, I'm just so curious since your handwriting is absolutely gorgeous. ♡

Hi! And of course! My bullet journal has gone through a lot of phases, currently I’m doing sort of a hybrid bullet journal in my Hobonichi Techo Cousin. I don’t have any recent pictures, but here are a couple I originally took for a January prompt that show off my general layout. 

I have tasks at the top right, my record of things I did throughout the day in the timeline, and my good things for the day right beneath that. My “bullets” go in the main space and then I use the leftover space for a daily quotation or watercolor. 

I have a separate notebook for collections that I tuck into one of the pockets of my case. That notebook is currently under renovations and I’m actually making a new case for my Hobonichi, but my daily layout will be staying the same. Hope this helps!


anon said : Bts reaction to their girlfriend coming over toward them when they are working ( composing a song or training for a new dance ext) and saying “ I know you have work and you dont have much time but I miss you, it’s been a while since the last time we sat together. Can we at least eat lunch together?” And she shows them lunch boxes she got with her

This is so cute!!!

Rap Monster: His eyes lit up when he saw you walk into the recording studio with two lunch boxes. He hadn’t been able to find any inspiration for the last two days and he was exhausted. He was happy to eat lunch with you, talking and joking. Due to his lunch break with you, he was able to calm down and work on the song he was writing.

“That was just what I needed Y/N.”

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Jin: He had been working with J-Hope, trying to get the dance perfect. Yet he couldn’t seem to get it just how he wanted it to be and he was frustrated to say the least. When he saw you walk in, he excused himself and met you outside the practice room. When you explained why you’d come, his eyes would light up and he’d pull you into a tight and rather sweaty hug.

“Do you know how much I love you Y/N?”

Originally posted by xingorjin

Suga: He was trying to finish a new song and everything he was writing sounded wrong somehow. He had been unhappy with the other members bothering him and telling him to come out of the studio for an hour and rest. In fact, he’d refused every offer. When he heard the door open, he swiveled his chair around to yell until he saw you standing in the doorway with two lunch boxes. His mood immediately lifted and he agreed to take a break when he heard why you were there.

“I’m glad you came Y/N.”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

J-Hope: He was frustrated that he couldn’t quite get the pitch right in the song they were recording. They’d had to start over seven different times before he finally decided to take a break. He almost ran into you as he stalked out of the recording studio. When you told him why you were there and held up the lunch boxes, his mood brightened quickly.

“I always have time for you Y/N! Where do you want to eat these? Did you make these?”

Originally posted by hoseokxx

Jimin: He’d been working non-stop to perfect a move in the new dance. Yet every time he thought he had it down, he messed it up. He restarted the music for the tenth time that day when he heard the door open and saw you walk in. He was happy to see you and when you waved the lunch boxes and wiggled your eyebrows telling him you missed him, he happily agreed to eat lunch with you. He told you about what was bothering him and was glad to have somebody there to listen to him.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you Y/N?”

Originally posted by bwipsul

V: The new dance wasn’t going well. He’d been told to practice it on his own which had been mortifying. Still, he couldn’t get the moves right and the more he couldn’t get the moves right, the more frustrated he became. When he heard a knock on the practice room door and saw your head peek around it, he couldn’t help but run to hug you. When you showed him the lunch boxes and asked if you could eat lunch with him, he was more than happy to take a break.

“You have no idea how happy I am to see you Y/N.”

Originally posted by bwipsul

Jungkook: He never messed up badly in dance practice. Of course he had to work to get the dance perfect, but there was one move, one move that was tripping him up every time like no other move had. The rest of the dance looked fine. In short, it frustrated him to no end. He’d contemplated calling you to hang out with him to take his mind off of the dance, but he wasn’t sure you’d be available. So when he saw you walk through the practice room door as he was about to start the music again, he was more than happy. He was even happier when you showed him the lunch boxes and told him you missed him. He gladly took a break to eat lunch with you.

“You know what Y/N… I think we’re on the same wavelength…” 

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anonymous asked:

Supercorp prompt: Lena invited to Ellen show and is questioned about her relationship with Kara Danvers after their CatCo date

This is short and sweet, but I wanted to get back in the swing of it! Feels like it’s been forever! Also, it’s been a while since I’ve watched any Ellen, so she may be a little out of character!

Gal Pals

“So, Lena, I know we’re here to talk about your company’s latest developments in healthcare technology, but before I let you go, I just have one thing.”

Ellen’s words send a ball of lead sinking to her gut.

Of course she isn’t going to make it through an entire interview without her family being brought up.

Of course making healthcare advancements that will save literally hundreds of thousands of lives isn’t going to distract from her family name.

Of course she’s still a Luthor.

“Actually, I have some pictures.”

Ellen’s smirk should be a giveaway, but she isn’t paying attention - too distracted by trying to figure out what her family could have possibly done now.

And why did they have to let it be captured on film?

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Different Kind of Love

They both love each other, but it was not as expected.

Word Count: 1470
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Description: This story is all about a bitter taste of reality. I got very excited seeing people actually read my stories and also gave me feedbacks. Thank you so much. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. :)

You could feel his charisma the moment you stepped into the room. Even with his back facing you, you could feel his strong aura. He looked so intense, sitting on his chair, facing the big monitor and the recording equipment as he was focusing on finishing his new song.

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Samurai Jack Trailer Impressions

So I just saw the new Samurai Jack trailer a little while ago and… Oh, who am I kidding? I think I can explain my reaction better using gifs. It pretty much went like this:

…or something like that anyways.

For those of you who may not have seen it yet, you can watch the trailer here:


*Ahem* Allow me to share my thoughts

The colors, animation, design, atmosphere, and editing are near identical to the original based on what this trailer has shown us. It really is a dream come true. Genndy and his crew certainly kept up the same quality as the original, and they even improved it in a lot of subtle ways like the more fluid movement.

One thing that really grabbed my attention was the new squad of what I’m guessing are Aku’s henchmen in the trailer. I managed to recognize both Tara Strong and Grey DeLisle contributing a few lines as the voices of these characters, and obviously Phil LaMarr is voicing Jack so most of the old cast returned just as expected. It makes me hope Tom Kenny & Kevin Michael Richardson return as supporting characters. There wasn’t anything shown of the Scotsman, but he is confirmed to return so we will get to hear John DiMaggio’s empowering Scottish accent once again.

Aku didn’t show up aside from this shrine that was dedicated to him, but if you listen closely enough you can actually hear his evil laugh in the background. I couldn’t tell if that was an old recording of Mako or the new voice actor that they’ve found to replace him, but either way I’m interested to see what’s become of the Shogun of Sorrows.

Jack is also seen using weapons, which Genndy did confirm back during an interview last summer, so I’m curious to see if we’ll get any character development surrounding that idea. Maybe Jack had to resort to other measures in order to overcome Aku’s evil? Who knows, we’ll have to wait and see.


And you better believe I put all of these screencaps into my wallpapers folder ;D

'Timeless,' 'Elementary' fans want more seasons, says Save Our Shows poll
Fans want to make time for NBC's Timeless in USA TODAY's Save Our Shows poll.

The viewers have spoken, and they want to make time for NBC’s Timeless.

The freshman series was the favorite in USA TODAY’s Save Our Shows poll, with 49% of voters saying they’d like the historically minded time-travel drama to stick around for a second season. CBS’s Elementary, wrapping its fifth season this month, was a very close second with 48% (a difference of 1,350 votes), with NBC’s Blindspot and ABC’s Last Man Standing tied for third place with far less support.

This year’s turnout of 146,603 votes marked a new record for Save Our Shows, now in its 20th year. And Timeless star Matt Lanter, who plays Wyatt Logan, a soldier in a team trying to stop a villain from changing history, is thrilled. “That’s incredible to hear. Fan passion for this show is so high,” he says of the #RenewTimeless movement. “I just hope we get to make more of it, obviously for selfish reasons, but also because the fans deserve it.”  Lanter spent his break from the show, which ended its season in February, in Atlanta shooting Pitch Perfect 3.

…. And while the top 5 keepers were fairly consistent across state lines, Timeless was the clear favorite among viewers under 50 (74% of teen voters picked it),…. Women also picked Timeless as their favorite to return….

Backspin: The Kills Talk Tendon Injuries, Career-Suicidal Tendencies, and 15 Years of Kill-ing It

Anglo-American art-punks the Kills, aka Alison Mosshart and Jamie Hince, have spent all of 2017 celebrating their 15th anniversary — most recently with their new Echo Home – Non-Electric EP, featuring a cover of Rihanna’s “Desperado” and a re-recording of “Wait,” one of their first songs ever released. But for several of those years, the Kills were largely off the scene, putting out no full-length albums between 2011 and 2016.

Casual fans may have assumed the Kills’ hiatus was due to Mosshart’s high-profile side gig fronting Jack White’s psych-rock supergroup the Dead Weather, or because Hince was focused on his marriage to supermodel Kate Moss (which ended in 2015). But as Hince reveals during the Kills’ career-spanning Backspin interview with Yahoo Music, it was actually a 2013 freak accident that sidelined the group, as guitarist Hince was forced to totally relearn his instrument.

“I used to have this problem with my fingers locking up from just playing guitar, and then they’d inject cortisone into my knuckles — which is the most painful thing you can ever have done, I think,” Hince begins. “It would sort of make it go away. And then I slammed my finger in a car door, and my hand specialist guy said, ‘Oh, I’ll just jab some more cortisone in it.’ And I went away on holiday and I got a deep bone infection, and I lost my tendon.

“I thought I was wiping some pus away from my hand, but it wouldn’t go away,” Hince continues, while a grossed-out Mosshart (and, frankly, everyone in the Yahoo studio) squirms. “And then I was pulling it [out of my hand], and I was like, ‘That is really weird — look, I’ve got this stringy pus!’ And then my wife went, ‘That’s your tendon, you idiot!‘”

Yes, Hince was holding his actual finger tendon — not pus — out in the open, in front of a horrified Kate Moss.

“So I had to have a tendon transplant,” says Hince, who eventually underwent five operations and lost the use of his middle finger, “and it doesn’t really work. I can’t play guitar with it. So that was it — it was kind of like learning to find a way to play guitar again. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to play guitar. I thought I was going to be one of those studio dudes with gray skin and, like, loads of [takeout] menus, so I started putting my studio together.”

The Kills (Photo: Paul Rosales)

But the Kills finally returned in 2016 with the critically heralded Ash & Ice, and Hince now says that his gruesome injury helped sparked his creativity while making the album. “It was really good, because something like ‘Doing It to Death,’ I don’t think I’d have written that if I had all my fingers. Because I probably would have done something more with a chord, whereas I had to play individual things.”

Over the past decade and a half, the Kills have gone through their share of struggles, both personal and professional, but the bond that Hince and Mosshart formed when they first met in the U.K. helped them persevere. From the very beginning, the London-based Hince knew that the Florida-born Mosshart was committed to the band, before the band even had a name and before Hince was even sure himself.

“There’s a culture of saying you’re going to do things, and that’s almost enough, just saying you’re going to do this stuff. I’m not sure how convinced I was that our band was really going to happen, and [Mosshart] absolutely flogged me with it — you know, moving over [to London] and whipping me into shape to do this,” Hince says.

Mosshart recalls the fateful meeting that brought her and Hince together in 2001. “I was on tour with [Florida punk band] Discount, which was my first band. We were touring Europe and England a lot, and [Hince’s] roommate drove the van that we were in. His other roommate booked the tours that we went on. We would always go there and sleep on the floor. I heard Jamie playing guitar upstairs through the ceiling, and I didn’t know him, I hadn’t met him yet, but I thought it was the greatest sound I’d ever heard. I was obsessed.”

“I don’t think she spoke to me for the first week,” Hince laughs. “I would say things to her and she would just light up bright red and not say a word. I’m going, like, ‘Wow, this is really bizarre.’ Then she’d kind of say little words every now and again. Then she’d come round to my place and just sit cross-legged on the floor and roll me cigarettes, and I’d play her music she’d never heard, like Charley Patton, Lead Belly, Velvet Underground, and Captain Beefheart.”

The Kills (Photo: Mario Framingheddu)

“I mean, this whole thing kind of happened really organically, but I was on tour with this other band,” Mosshart explains. “He was really encouraging me to write music, and I’d never really written music; I’d just written lyrics to other people’s music. He was really encouraging and he was like, ‘Take this four-track with you on tour and see what you come up with.’ I would stay up all night with whatever stuff I could get my hands on, and I would record people drumming and then take that and put it in, and then record bits of European radio and talking … using the Dictaphone and just kind of making these … they’re more like art collages with sound, really. Just how my brain works. That was the first stuff that I brought back to him. I’d just show him what I made as a present: ‘Here you go.’”

“I know it sounds a bit stupid saying ‘sound collages,’ but it really was,” Hince marvels. “It was like somebody who just didn’t know how to write songs, almost like someone that hadn’t heard a song before. She was making these things, and they were amazing. They were really amazing.”

However, it wasn’t until Mosshart relocated to England, in a dramatic (and comedic) fashion, that Hince realized that this was going to be a real band.

“When Alison moved from Florida to London, she arrived on Gipsy Hill station with two refrigerator-sized suitcases,” Hince chuckles. “The doors of the train opened and she was just about to push one out and go back for the other one, but the doors closed. She was inside — and she pulled the emergency cable to stop the train!”

“I got yelled at so much,” Alison cackles, blushing beet-red.

“They opened the door. There’s all these people yelling at her. She’s pulling the other fridge-freeze out of the train. One rolls down onto the track. This is the beginning of my band.”

Mosshart and Hince decided to go by the mysterious stage names “VV” and “Hotel,” but they still hadn’t settled on an official band name or even a defined sound yet. However, that didn’t stop them from playing their first gig, at London’s now-defunct 12 Bar Club on Denmark Street, on Feb. 14, 2002. And the rest was history.

“I always think it’s funny that we didn’t know what we were going to sound like,” says Hince. “I thought we were going to be like an acoustic band. Or like [England] used to have this terrible cabaret act called Peters & Lee, a blind guy and his wife — I thought we might sound a bit like that, like middle-of-the-road kind of acoustic-y stuff, because we’d never played out loud before.”

“We’d never had anywhere that we could plug anything in and be loud, so we had no idea what it would sound like to sing through a mic in a room,” says Mosshart. “We were very pleased when we played. We kept looking at each other, like, ‘It’s so loud!’”

“It just all really worked. It kind of surprised us that there was loads of people were just really into it,” says Hince. “We had a little crowd of people afterwards asking us what we were doing next, and we said, ‘Well, we’re going to come up with a name,’ because we didn’t have a name. We just got gigs booked one after the other after that.”

The duo’s raw, lo-fi debut album, the blues-punky Keep on Your Mean Side, made them instant critics’ darlings with British music rags like NME when it came out in 2003 — but the Kills instantly bristled at the idea of being categorized with other trendy “the” bands of that “garage rock” era, like the Strokes, the Hives, and the White Stripes. So they stayed true to their “anarcho-punk” backgrounds and willfully committed “commercial suicide” when it came time to record their follow-up, 2005’s sinister, sparse, and severe No Wow.

“We were supposed to be a proper band and do the sort of thing that people do on their second record, like cross over and make much more palatable music — and we made much more unpalatable music,” shrugs Hince. “I couldn’t believe that we were lumped in with this new wave of garage rock. … I was so offended by this ‘garage rock’ thing. I really wanted to be anti-garage.” Hince recalls being delighted when he played the album for Laurence Bell, head of the Kills’ label, Domino Records, and he got the reaction he’d hoped for. “We were all sitting on my bed in Room 105 at the Chelsea Hotel, and I played it on a little boombox. He said, ‘It sounds like LL Cool J.’ I was like, ‘Yes! We’re not a f***ing garage rock band. See?’”

The Kills never wanted to pigeonhole themselves (“I don’t want to get into a rut of playing the same songs and same kind of style of music. … I always wanted to be a band that changed,” says Hince), so the experimentalists took another bold artistic detour with 2008’s immediate and at times almost poppy Midnight Boom, which featured the boisterous breakthrough single “Sour Cherry” and production from Alex Epton of Baltimore indie/hip-hop act Spank Rock. Then the duo’s dynamic changed even more during the making of their fourth album, 2011’s Blood Pressures, as Hince settled into domestic bliss with Moss while Mosshart hit the road with the Dead Weather.

“I started a relationship — I settled down, really,” Hince recalls. “My ex-wife’s social group is a real social environment. There was always tons of people around, and you were always encouraged to perform: ‘Play that song!’ I really hate that stuff, and this is the first time that I broke through it, and it was enjoyable. ‘My God, it’s enjoyable!’ It was actually quite encouraging getting feedback from people when you were writing a song. They’d go, ‘I love that,’ so you think in your head, ‘This is a song that’s gonna work.’ I’ve never had that before. Writing songs was always something you did in private, in secret.

“It was the first time I realized you could make a record being happy,” Hince continues. “I always thought you had to channel a bit of negativity to be creative, and really live hard. We used to talk about that a lot. That’s kind of what ‘keep on your mean side’ meant — it was about keeping in touch with some negativity and misery in order to be able to make something positive. This was the first time I spent most of the time just sitting around with friends, playing guitar and drinking wine, which I’d never done before. … I never had an acoustic guitar before, and it’s the first time I was playing by a fire. Just all these songs just happened. It wasn’t a torture for me, like it normally is.”

At the same time, Mosshart’s Dead Weather experience helped her build her confidence and hone her badass performance skills, and when the Kills finally reconvened, the result was an album with the formerly aloof singer’s growling, rock-goddess vocals front-and-center like never before. “I did learn a lot doing the Dead Weather, because I toured so heavily and did so much stuff I actually hadn’t done before,” Mosshart says. “I was all fired up, so by the time we came back to do this, [Hince] was in a happy place, I was just going a thousand miles an hour, and we made this record.”

Which brings us to the present, as Hince (healed hand and all) and Mosshart look forward to another 15 years of Kill-ing it. “The next 15 years, I don’t know,” Mosshart muses. “I mean, I hope it keeps being as exciting as it is, or more exciting, and we keep feeling creatively inspired. It’s all about that — the reason we’re still doing it is because it still feels so great to do, and it’s still so inspiring, and we still have so much more that we feel like we have to do. So we’ll carry on until something changes.”

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It’s Quiet Uptown - piano sheet music

Composed by : Lin-Manuel Miranda

Transcribed by : ME


HAPPY BELATED NEW YEAR! I’m back with more sheet music. Here’s ‘It’s Quiet Uptown’. I am quite pleased with it even though it was probably the most complicated song since ‘Farmer Refuted’. ‘You’ll Be Back’ will be easier, I hope. Anyway! Two Hamilton sheets out this weekend! WOOH! This project is just steam rolling along.

If you love it make sure to link other people back here so they can find the sheets and learn to play it too AND if you record it please message me so I can listen and share with everyone!

I’m going to continue writing sheet music until @linmanuel releases a score book! Next up is ‘You’ll Be Back’!

UPDATE: Thank you @canadian-combeferre for pointing out the timing error at the beginning! It looks so much cleaner now and the pace is way better! As I always say, I get by with a little help from my friends! 🎶

Rising Sun--Josh Dun Imagine

Soulmate AU where soulmates have matching tattoos. Part 2 Coming Soon.

Y/C= your city

TW: Mild Mention of Past Abuse 

read at your own risk and stay safe |-/


(Your POV) 

It had been a long day, and by long day you meant days. You had just finished a quadruple shift, almost 48 hours, at the local music store you worked at because your asshole of a boss refused to let you go home after he fired the high school boy you used to work with. He finally let you go home after 40 hours on your feet. 

You get back to your apartment and threw off your heels, stripped out of your (really short) skirt, and took off your tight shirt, which your idiot boss makes you wear because ‘they make your ass look great and a great ass and hot body attract customers.’ You shivered as you remembered that conversation the day you got hired. Yes, your boss was a pig, but you needed the money. 

Exhausted, you fell onto your bed ready to sleep for two days, but your phone rang. Sighing, you picked it up. “Hello?”

“Y/N hi! It’s Stephanie.” Stephanie was your best friend in high school, but you slowly drifted away in college. Still you meet up once in a while if you ever seem to be in the same town, but what could she be calling you about now? 

“Stephanie, hi what can I help you with?” 

“You still work at that old music shop in Y/C right?” 

“Yeah why?” What could she possibly be up to?

“Good ‘cause I have a friend who has a show in the next town over, and he was hoping to get new sticks and some records. Will you be working tomorrow?” 

“Yeah Steph I will, but I don’t see why they can’t just go to a store to their town.” 

“He’s kinda shy, really doesn’t like new people, so I was hoping that I could send him to you, sure he doesn’t know you, but since you’re my friend I was hoping he would at least be more comfortable.” 

“Okay Steph, what time will he be over.”

“Like 8 am.” You could tell she sounded sorry that it was so early, but really your boss was going to make you get there at 7:30, so it was really no big deal.

“It’s okay Steph, I’ll have to be there early anyway to open, so it’s no problem.”

“Eeeee thanks so much girlie make sure to call next time you’re in the area. Kisses, bye.” she hung up. 

You looked at the clock. 9:00 pm. You were so tired, but you hadn’t eaten since 10 pm the night before, so you gathered the last of your energy, slipped on some skinny jeans and a sweatshirt, and walked out your door. After the short elevator ride, you stepped onto the street heading toward the taco bell around the corner. 

You arrived and walked in, ordered your usual, and stood off to the side waiting for your order. The bell above the door rang, signaling another customer, yet at the same time you were walking to the counter to collect your food. You bump into the poor guy, and your food goes flying, landing on the floor and spilling its contents. “I’m so sorry” you said as you stooped to pick up your fallen food. “It’s been a really long day, and I didn’t see you.” You were exhausted, and the long day on your feet caused tears to form. The guy leaned down and helped you pick up the rest of your now inedible meal. 

He set his hand on your wrist, creating a warm fuzzy sensation on your left wrist. “Hey it’s okay.” He smiled, and your heart stopped. He was beautiful. A nose ring glinted despite the shadow from hood. He smiled revealing a set of perfect, white teeth. His warm, brown eyes made you feel all warm and fuzzy. He looked you in the eyes, as you held back tears. “Rough day?” 

“Ha yeah you could say that.” You smiled, keeping back the tears. “I just got back from a 40 hours of work at a place where my boss only keeps me around to dress like a slut, so he can leer at me all day.” You don’t know why you shared that, but you trusted the stranger with pink hair, gauges, and a nose ring. 

“Ooh rough. At least let me buy you another meal, so that you don’t starve.” You didn’t want to take him up, but you were starving, and you spent the remaining cash in your wallet to buy the food that ended up on the floor so why the hell not.

“Alright.” After he bought you food you parted ways, you walking home, and him heading to the hotel two blocks away. 

You walked back into your apartment, finished you food, and showered. After you were clean and fed, you laid down in your bed, and gently rubbed the tattoo on your left arm. The fuzzy sensation the stranger had created had only increased since you left the taco bell. You ran your hand over the small sunrise tattoo on your left inner arm until you fell asleep.

You woke up to your alarm blaring at 6:30 am. You shower and get dressed in the black skirt, low-cut top, and high heels. Grabbing a piece of toast, you run out the door. You get to the music store at 7:15 and get ready for opening at 7:30. You spend the first half hour restocking records and setting up instruments for lessons.

At 8:00 am on the dot the bell rings. You decided to give the customer some space while you finished hanging the record above the register. You stood on a stool placing a Twenty One Pilots’ Blurryface record on the shelf above the register. Little did you know that the customer was standing behind you while you stood a few above him in a tiny skirt with nothing underneath but your lacy underwear. 

“Excuse me I’m looking for Y/N” He cleared his throat, scaring you. Your heel slipped off the top step and you fell backwards only to land on something soft and moving and… breathing? You open your eyes to find warm brown eyes and a nose ring glinting back at you. 

“Oh my god I’m so sorry.” You quickly stand up and steady yourself on your heels. You hold out your hand, and help the guy up. “Yes I’m Y/N what can i do for you. Oh my god you again?” 

“Oh hi. You’re Y/N?” 

“Yep that’s me and you are?” 

 “The name’s Josh, Stephanie’s friend. She said she called you?” He looked at the floor and put his hand through his pink hair, tugging slightly, a nervous habit. 

“Oh yeah she did, said you needed some sticks and some records cause you were on tour in the next town over.”

“Yeah my band mate and I have a show in the other town, and I needed some new things.” 

“That’s cool what are you looking for?” You walked out from behind the register making sure your skirt covered your ass. After helping him pick up a new pair of sticks and a few records, you walked him back to the register. 

“I couldn’t help but to notice the Twenty One Pilots you were hanging up earlier.” 

“Yeah you a fan?” You smiled as you continued to ring up his items.

“You could say that.” He pulled his hair again. “I’m.. uh… I’m the drummer for them.” That’s when the glass shattered.

“Oh my God you’re Josh Dun!” He took a step back startled by your out burst. “Sorry sorry I’m just a huge fan of your music. I don’t understand how I didn’t recognize you.” 

“It’s okay.” You handed him his things, and he stopped dead in his tracks. “A tattoo? You don’t seem like the type.”

“Oh” you glanced at the sun tattoo on your wrist, the strange tingling warmth was back. “I’m not really. Just the soul mate thing. Apparently there’s someone out there with the same tattoo that was ‘made just for me’ but I don’t know. It’s hard to wrap my mind around.” Truth is you hated to think about that little tattoo, and what it meant. You spent years searching for the other person with that same tattoo, but you had found dead ends or abusive relationships. You’d given up searching. Maybe love wasn’t for you. 

“It’s interesting.” You snapped out of it at the sound of Josh’s voice. “I like it. It’s simple.” He looked back at your face. “Hey we have a show tonight about 20 minutes away would you like to come?” He tugged at his hair again, something you found quiet endearing.

“I’d like that.” You exchanged numbers and emails, him promising to email the tickets and backstage pass to you.

“I’ll see you tonight yeah?” 

“Definitely.” With that he walked out the door, your tattoo burning and tingling more than ever before. What was wrong with it?


(Josh’s POV)

I was freaking out. Legitimately freaking out. It took all my energy to not panic in front of Y/N. I pulled out my phone and called Tyler. 

“Josh where are you man we need to soundcheck?”

“Ty, man, I’m on my way back from the music store twenty minuets away. Remember?”

“Yeah, so why’d you call?”

“Tyler I think I just met my soul mate.”

“Wait! What? Dude explain.”

“Okay so you know how my friend Stephanie told me about this really great music shop?” 


“So after the bus arrived last night, I hopped in a cab over here to find the store, so I wouldn’t get lost and miss soundcheck.”


“Thanks, but not the point.” I took a deep breath. “Anyway, so on my way back to the bus, I stop at a taco bell…”

“Of course”

“Shut up. Anyway I get inside and am about to order when this really cute girl bumps into me and spills her taco bell.”

“Dude, the taco bell”

“I know, Ty. As I was saying. She lets me buy her more taco bell..”

“And they say chivalry is dead.”

“Tyler c’mon man let me finish.” I let out an exasperated sigh.

“Sorry. Go on.”

“Okay, so I thought she was cute, and was so angry that I forgot to get her number, but I go into that music store this morning, and she’s working there. Turns out she’s a fan, but as she’s handing me my stuff, I notice her tattoo. It’s the same rising sun tattoo that I have on my left arm.”

“That’s sick dude did you tell her.” 


“Josh man really?”

“I know, but I invited her tonight.” 

“That’s great, dude. Make sure you ask her out tonight.” 

“Whatever, dude.”

“Oh and Josh, I have to meet her.” 

“Sure Ty.”

By the time I arrived at the venue, I was thrown right into soundcheck, my nervousness only be quelled by the internal warmth from my tattoo. 

Music Series: The Way I Are by Bebe Rexha ft. Lil’ Wayne

Thank you for the request, B!

Oh my goodness, this was a tough one!

Although a good song, good artists, and good sound (although taking a bit from Whitney and Timbaland)…the lyrics are not ideal to write a Harry imagine. I have tried to look at these words in different ways, and although Whitney had the right idea, I don’t want this song to be a cheesy, feel-good story. Don’t get me wrong, I love cheesy, feel-good’s. It’s what we hopeless romantic’s and rom-com bingers thrive on. But for me, the thought behind the writing of this song is so much more important to me than what the lyrics seem to exude.

Bebe has said in interviews, this song is a ‘fuck you’ song to her record label, them wanting her to look or sound a certain way to sell more, instead of just being herself, being true to who she is, and I love that! So that is what I wanted this story to be about…not selling out…which makes the lyrics hard to pair up. I’ll do my best, but if nothing more, I hope you like my story, regardless.

This is written to Bebe Rexha’s new song with Lil’ Wayne, called The Way I Are (Dance With Somebody). Love me some Lil’ Wayne, btw…

You can find this song on Spotify, HERE




I’m sorry, I’m not the most pretty

I’ll never ever sing like Whitney

Ooh, but I still wanna dance with somebody

So lets let our hearts bleed, ‘til they turn to rust

Gonna live it up, 'cause it’s dangerous

No, I don’t wanna play the part

I just wanna dance with somebody

You are nervous about your presentation today at work. Your stomach is in knots and you feel sick. Whoever has the accepted presentation today receives a huge promotion, and you had been working hard for weeks. You sit in the chair in the corner of the bedroom as the alarm on Harry’s phone sounds and he wakes, looking at you.

“You alright?” he asks, before seeing you run into the bathroom and retching into the toilet. As you spit the end of the bile from your mouth and flush, you stand upright and see him behind you with a horrified look on his face. “Are you ill? Maybe you should lie down…”

“Just nerves,” you say with raspy voice, as you brush your teeth again and rinse with mouthwash. You turn and welcome his arms around you, laying your head against his bare chest as he kisses your head.

“Big presentation today, yeah?” he asks as you nod. “Sweetheart, you’re going to do just fine. You’ve worked so hard on this. And you’ve presented it to me a dozen times. You have it down perfect!”

“I know,” you say. “I know it’s good. But you know how they are. The women in the office never get any kind of recognition or rewards. I was lucky to even be allowed to present.”

“You need to quit that place, they’re horrible,” Harry reminds you. “You know what I want.” Harry squeezes you tightly as you smile.

You lean up and kiss him sweetly.

“I’ve been off the pill for almost four months now,” you say. “Nothing’s happened. Maybe too much stress, I don’t know.”

“If I had my way,” he says, “you would quit that job and travel with me, and start popping out babies.” Harry laughed and you giggled. “Don’t forget the promise you made me.”

“I won’t,” you remember. “When I find out I’m pregnant, I’ll quit my job so we can be together during the pregnancy and baby popping.”

Harry laughs out loud, kissing you, then the two of you begin your day.

I just wanna dance with somebody

It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody?

Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are

As you arrive at work, you walk into your office and set your briefcase on your desk. You nervously make sure that everything is ready, then as the time of the meeting approaches, you walk in and make a beautiful presentation. As it finishes, you are told yours will be presented the next day to corporate and you are ecstatic. You are so excited, you call Harry.

“How’d it go, love?” Harry asked.

“They loved it! I’m presenting to corporate tomorrow morning!” you nearly scream, closing your office door.

“Oh, I’m so proud of you, sweetheart!” Harry exclaims into the phone. “Tonight we’ll celebrate!”

I just wanna dance with somebody, but I could never ever dance like Bobby

You can dance, I'ma watch your body. I just wanna stand right behind it

I just want a chance with somebody. Pop a couple xans with somebody

Every time she dance it’s exciting. Throw a bunch of bands on once I get tired

When you arrived at home, you saw Harry’s car was already parked, as you pulled yours into the garage space next to it. You step out, grabbing your things, then walking away from the car, you see Harry walking toward you with the largest, most beautiful bouquet of flowers you had ever seen. Your eyes were like china saucers as you smiled and accepted his kiss.

“Harry!” you nearly shouted. “They’re beautiful!”

“I looked for something as beautiful as you,” Harry said, “But it hasn’t been invented yet.”

You nearly cry at how sweet he is, kissing him tenderly on his lips, lingering in his returned kiss.

“Come on,” he says, “Evening full of surprises.”

You walk into the house, finding a vase large enough for the flowers and arranging them, then breathing in deeply as Harry opens the oven door.

“You’ve been cooking?” you ask surprised.

“I have,” he says, proudly. “And it’s nearly ready if you want to change your clothes first.”

The two of you enjoy a beautiful evening and you wish it would never end…but when your phone rings and you see it’s your boss, you are surprised, answering.


You listen to everything he has to say, arguing off and on, or at least trying to, with Harry sitting next to you, concerned, trying to support and comfort you.

“Goodbye,” you say to your boss before disconnecting the call. You look at the phone, devastated, feeling the damn of tears about to burst.

“What is it?” Harry asks, his hand holding yours in your lap. “What’s happened? Did they change their minds?”

You look at him and shake your head, eyes brimming with tears.

“No,” you say, calmly but with a tight throat. You swallow more noisily than you thought you would. “No, the presentation is still being presented in the morning.”

“Then…what is it? Why are you so upset, love?” he asks, rubbing your back as a tear drops from your eye.

“They gave my presentation to their top…male…pitch man,” you spit. “I’ve been asked…told…I will not be making the presentation. They prefer a man do it.”

“They can’t do that!” Harry yells. “That’s your presentation! You put weeks into that!”

“They can. They shouldn’t, but they can, and they are,” you say. Your tears finally burst and Harry pulls you against him, letting you cry as much as you need.

I’m the God I just want a goddess

Gotta use a bedroom for a closet

Got a whole bedroom, on the private

I know her body inside, out science

Kiss both boobs right before I sign 'em

Can’t dance but kinda grind 'em

Yeah, I be right behind her, spyin’ on

We can turn this dance floor to a island

Harry wakes the next morning, knowing you didn’t sleep much at all, and sees you smoothing your dress suit in the mirror. Your hair and makeup are on-point and you look ready for anything.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing?” Harry asks. “I thought last night we agreed that you were going to resign from your job today.”

“I am,” you say, still primping.

“But why dress up for that?” he asks, setting up in bed. “And let me take you. We’ll go have breakfast after.”

“That’s fine,” you say. “But I may be there a bit. I hope you don’t mind waiting.”

Harry looks at you, confused. “I don’t understand. Only takes a minute to say, ‘I quit’. You owe them nothing.”

You look at him and walk toward the bed, the look of determination on your face, piercing.

“I’m going to go give my presentation,” you say, your expression unchanging.

Harry grins slightly. “Did he call again and give you the presentation back?”

“No,” you say, determined. “But I’m going to give it. So stay close by in case I’m escorted out by security, will you?”

Harry was instantly flooded with pride, worry, and lust, as he jumps out of bed and hugs you.

“Give me time for a quick shower,” he smiles.

Bloody noses, speeding cars

Lethal doses, desperate hearts

Roll it up 'cause we so ill

Heaven knows we love the thrill

No, I don’t wanna play the part

You stare at the inside of the elevator doors, your heart jumping with each ding of the floor changes. You feel Harry rub your back gently then take your hand in his.

“I’m so proud of you, love,” he says, kissing your cheek. You nod nervously as the doors open. Harry follows you to the board room. You stop and listen until you hear the CEO of the company informing the pitch man that he may begin. Harry squeezes your hand as you open the door and everyone turns and looks at you.

“What is this?” your boss demands. You close the door behind you as Harry stands outside the door nervously, trying to listen the best he can.

“May we help you, young lady?” the CEO asks nicely but slightly irritated at the interruption.  “I’ve met you before, haven’t I?”

“Yes, sir, we’ve met,” you say boldly. You re-introduce yourself, walking toward him and shaking his hand.

“Yes, of course!” he says loudly. “You had a brilliant campaign at the beginning of the year. What can we do for you? We’re just starting a presentation.”

“Yes, sir, I know,” you say, confidently. “I’m sorry to interrupt.”

“Then maybe you should leave,” your boss says, as he walks toward you and grabs your arm. He speaks closely to your ear. “You…are fired.”

“I’m fired?” you say out loud as your boss looks around nervously. You nod your head. “Okay, that’s fine…but I’ll be damned if someone other than myself is going to make the presentation that I spent weeks on.”

“This is your presentation?” the CEO asked, curiously.

“Yes, sir, it is,” you inform everyone. “Yesterday morning I was told mine was chosen, and by evening I was told someone else would be presenting it today.”

“I can only imagine why…” the CEO looks at your boss with disgust, knowing how he is. “Miss, I would like for you to do the presentation, please.”

You smile as Harry jumps up in the spot he is standing, outside the door, fists clenched, spouting a silent, “Yes!”

“Thank you, sir,” you say, looking at your boss with gratification. Whether you wowed them or not, you were satisfied with the fact that it was yours to make.

As you finished, the board announced that they loved the idea and you were offered the promotion. You smiled and closed your eyes, happy to know you did it, then respectfully declined it.

“Thank you, sir,” you say. “I appreciate your offer. But I’ll have to decline.” You hand him a piece of paper. “This is my letter of resignation, effective immediately.”

He looks at you puzzled and questions you.

“You don’t want the position?” he asked. “Then…what was all of this about?”

“I guess I couldn’t let someone else take credit for my work, whether you liked it or not,” you admitted. “I busted my ass…oh, pardon me…” The CEO giggled. “I worked…incredibly hard, for weeks, to make the best presentation to represent this company, and I wanted to be recognized for it, I guess. I appreciate your confidence in me and my work, offering me the position, but I’ve decided to take a different path in my life now, so I will not be accepting your offer today. Thank you for the opportunity to work for your company.”

You walk to him, smile, and shake his hand.

“If you ever need a job again in the future, you give me a call,” he says proudly. “Would be proud to have you back.”

“Thank you, sir!”

You walk to the door, smiling proudly at your ex-boss, then opening the door, closing it behind you, as Harry lifts you off the ground in the most perfect hug ever. He kisses you and smiles at you.

“I’m so proud of you, love!” he says, bubbling. “I can’t believe you turned that job down, but I’m happy you did!”

“Me, too!” you smile. “Now, let’s go get this baby popping thing going!”

I just wanna dance with somebody

It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody?

Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are

Fairy Lights - Woozi

Author: Admin Lilly
Genre: fluff fluff fluff
Words: 1678
Summary: It’s a snowy day and you and Woozi go out on a date to see the fairy lights :-)
A/N: This was requested, so sorry that it took me so long. I hope you enjoy, if you have any feedback or more requests, let us know!

Originally posted by kittykatkwon

You were initially busy when you looked out, but soon dropped everything when you saw the thick snowflakes dancing down like little fairies. They powdered every surface and you saw most faces in the street tilting upwards in delight, others hurried a bit more quickly as they felt the snow melt on their skin.

You instantly phoned your boyfriend Jihoon.
“Hey, how about we have our date now?” You asked, still looking out of the window, still immensely excited about the white bits whirling around in the air.

“What do you mean now?” Jihoon asked, confused.

You pulled the curtains over your window and started walking through your room, away from your window. “Well, I mean now as in now. It’s snowing and this might be the last snow of this year. I haven’t yet gotten the chance to go out and just enjoy it, this would be the perfect opportunity.”
“Wait, it’s snowing?” He said in surprise and you heard him crack his neck and shuffle towards the window. “Oh, you’re right!”
You chuckled softly. “Why would I lie to you about that?”
“To get me outside maybe,” He said and you heard the grin that played on his lips.

“You should get out! I bet you’ve been working all day again… Have you even eaten?” You plopped down onto the bed and put all your concern in your voice so he would know how much his well-being meant to you.

“I have… I guess. You know I tend to forget. And I’ve been completely loaded with work… But I guess I can take a break and grab a bite to eat with you,”
You squealed softly and answered. “Alright, stay where you are, I’m picking you up. Give me like 20 minutes.”

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