No offense but the past two anco records have hugely been like. Avey Tare projects and that’s why they’re so polarizing not necessarily bad just like. We know what he does.. let Noah sing a damn pop song .. you’re in your LATE 30s stop shouting
I wanted a jk scenario where he is on we got married or something similar to the show where his ideal girl is paired with him so his gf who not necessarily hid type Start to wonder if he will lose feeling for her so she and him end up getting in a fight that pretty bad );
You were standing in front of the oven, cooking dinner for you and your boyfriend, happily humming along to the songs playing from the stereo. All lost in your own world, you didn’t notice how Jungkook had gotten home and was now creeping up behind you.
His cold hands slung around your body, quickly moving your shirt up and placing his icy fingers on your tummy, making you squeal. You jumped away, turning around in shock but sighing in defeat when you hear Jungkook’s laugh.
“Hey babe”, he laughed while gently pulling you back onto his chest, kissing your head. “I see you didn’t even hear me throw my shoes around in the hallway, huh?”
You hit his chest and grabbed his hands, interlacing your fingers with his. “Yah, I was daydreaming!”, you laughed and pecked his lips, turning back to the sink to wash your hands quickly before serving dinner.
Turning the water on, you heard him coming closer again. He pressed his body against your back and you tried to ignore it, slightly smirking to yourself as you dried your hands off with a kitchen towel.
“Daydreaming, you say? About what?”, he whispered into your ear, his hot breath making goosebumps appear on your arms. “Or should I rather say, about who?”
Cockiness was already dripping from these words, so you simply turned around and wiggled your eyebrows at him, still with the same smirk on your face. He laughingly stepped back and let you open the oven to get dinner, as he started to set the table.
You followed Jungkook to the living room and you two sat in front of each other, enjoying the food and each other’s presence. Your eyes wandered over Jungkook and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. He was everything you ever asked for, never failing to make you the happiest you could be.
“Are we daydreaming again (Y/N)?”, Jungkook asked with a huge grin on his face, raising one eyebrow at you. His plate was already empty while you hadn’t even touched your food yet. It was amazing how a fast he could eat.
“Shut up”, you giggled and hid your face behind your hands, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks.
“Awww no need to be embarrassed babe, I know I’m handsome”, he joked and flexed his arms in self-display to underline his words. You rolled your eyes at him and laughed. “Whatever you say.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”, he burst out laughing. “They don’t call me “The Golden Maknae” for nothing!”
“Oh by the way”, he looked at you with sparkling eyes. “I have news.”
You stuffed your mouth with food and looked at him with puppy eyes. “What is it?”, you mumbled.
Jungkook grinned at you, eyeing you while you swallowed your food and waited for his reply. “You know how Army always wanted one of us to be in a reality show? Like a guest appearance at “The Return of Superman” or be part of “We Got Married”?”
You nodded and kept eating, while Jungkook’s grin got wider and wider. “Why are you grinning like that?”, you asked as you swallowed again, tilting your head to the side.
Jungkook leaned forward and placed his thumb on the corner of your mouth, gently wiping something away before softly pressing his lips onto yours. “You’re so cute (Y/N), I love you”, he chuckled and sat back down. “Oh and you had some rice on your face.”
“I love you too Jungkook”, you chuckled back and your heart beating increased when you heard his words. “So what were the news you wanted to share?”
“Oh right”, he seemed to get back to reality. “The producers of “We Got Married” asked me to join the show. Isn’t that cool?”
You placed your chop sticks next to your plate. “Jungkook that’s amazing! When are they planning to start filming? And who’s going to be your partner?”, you asked genuinely interested. Since you knew the boys, they always wanted to be part of that show at some point, so obviously you would be happy for your boyfriend to finally get the chance.
“You will not believe it”, a huge smile spread on his face. “IU is going to be my partner and filming starts in a week.”
Your jaw dropped and your eyes grew wide. What did he just say? “IU?”, you repeated. “The IU? The one you always fanboy about?”
His head frantically nodded and his eyes started to sparkle. “I can’t believe it either! I didn’t even think I’d meet her one day and now we’ll be married!”, his whole body screamed pure joy and excitement while your thoughts were a complete mess. On the one hand you were extremely happy for Jungkook. You knew how much he adored IU and her music, so being paired with her was a dream coming true for him. But on the other hand, the insecure part of yourself couldn’t help but be scared. While you were Jungkook’s girlfriend, you never had been his ideal type. He loved you and you knew that. Yet, he had confessed to you that in the beginning, he never thought he would fall in love with you because you weren’t the typical girl, he’d get attracted to. Jungkook didn’t mean to be rude while saying that, he just wanted to be honest but deep down it still hurt. Since the first time you had laid eyes on him, you knew that you’d fall in love with him. Knowing that he didn’t feel the same way had bumped you a little bit. He had also told you multiple times before you started dating who his ideal type was - no other than IU herself. He had adored her for years, her looks, her character, her talent, her everything. Just like you had adored him.
“Did she- uhm- did she accept the offer already?”, you asked hesitantly, not looking into his eyes but faking a smile. You didn’t want Jungkook to know that you worried.
“Yeah apparently she immediately agreed as soon as she heard that I’d be her partner”, he chuckled and his cheeks flushed as he ran a hand through his hair. It was like a knife being slammed into your heart. He was flustered because she didn’t even think twice before accepting him as her partner. It was like all his dreams were coming true at once while yours were being destroyed.
You simply nodded, unable to say word and kept a fake smile on your lips while you stood up to put the plates away. You hadn’t touched your food again after you had placed your chop sticks down and now after hearing the news, your hunger was gone.
Jungkook looked at you surprised. “Aren’t you going to finish that?”, his index finger signaled towards your plate. Shaking your head slightly, you still avoided his gaze. “No, I’m not hungry, I’ll safe it for tomorrow.”
His eyes stayed on you for a moment before he got up and placed his hands over yours, stopping you from putting the plates away. “(Y/N) what’s wrong?”, he asked concerned, letting his thumb stroke over your hand.
“Nothing”, you managed to say while looking at his face and squeezing his hand. “I’m just tired so I’ll clean this up and go to bed.” You kissed his cheek and moved on to the kitchen, placing the plates in the sink. As you turned around, Jungkook was so close to you that you crashed into his chest and let out a small huff. His hands cupped your face and made you look at him.
“(Y/N) we’ve been dating for 2 years now. I know when something’s up”, he pressed his soft lips against yours, supporting his words. You closed your eyes and left them closed even when he had parted already. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”
A sigh escaped your lips and you looked down at your feet. “It’s nothing Jungkook, really.”
His hands dropped and now he was the one sighing but his seemed more out of frustration. “Listen, if you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I can’t help you okay? I can’t read freaking minds.”
His tone was getting harsh and you realized he was getting mad at your stubbornness. He only wanted to help you. But how could he help when the reason you were being like this was pure jealousy and insecurity?
“I don’t need you to read my mind, Jungkook. I’m fine”, you answered grumpily and crossed your arms in front of your chest.
He rolled his eyes at you which made your blood start boiling. You hated it when people rolled their eyes at you and Jungkook knew that. “Then why are you being like this? Are you on your period or something like that?”
Clenching your fists together, you tried to stay calm at his comment. “Being like what? Am I not allowed to be tired and not hungry if I’m not on my period?”, you asked sarcastically through gritted teeth. You were both staring at each other dangerously.
“Goddamnit (Y/N), you know exactly how you’re being. What is it? Did I say something?”, he stopped for a second and a light bulb seemed to be clicked on in his head. “Or are you jealous?”
You slightly flinched, upset that he had found out so fast. Furrowing your eyebrows you lifted your chin up and now you were the one rolling your eyes at him. “Jealous? Why should I be jealous?”
Jungkook raised one eyebrow. “Oh I don’t know, you tell me. I saw you flinch (Y/N), so don’t lie to me”, his tone was harsh and his face was stone cold. He knew you too well, not even something small like this could be hidden from him.
“Okay yes I’m jealous. So what? Can’t you just let me go to sleep and forget about this? It’s not like this is the first time that I’m jealous”, you mumbled the last part more to yourself than to him.
“No, I cannot. You do realize that I will spend almost 24 hours with IU right? For several weeks, maybe even months. So you better say whatever you feel like saying now before the show starts”, he spat.
You flinched again at his tone and you were getting mad at his attitude. “What the fuck Jungkook? You better say whatever you feel like saying now before the show starts. Or else what? Are you threatening me?”
He shrugged arrogantly. “Well, you’re obviously jealous but you’re not telling me why. Fact is that no matter what the actual reason is, I bet it’ll get worse as soon as I start spending time with IU. Especially because I’ll be spending more time with her than you. I don’t know if I want to handle your jealous self during the whole filming time. It might even get worse when the show airs because fans might start shipping me and her. They don’t know about us, so they wouldn’t know that it’s inappropriate to ship me with her.”
He was right. He was right with everything. You were already jealous and the show hadn’t even started. You were scared to lose him to that woman and already imagined how good they would look together and how much fun they’d have, while you sat at home, waiting for him to come back and he’d only be disappointed because he had to leave his dream girl behind and come back to you. You imagined all the fans being happy about IU and Jungkook finally spending time together, preparing shipping names and making baby edits. Your lips started trembling and tears welled up in your eyes.
“So what? What do you expect me to say Jungkook?”, your voice started trembling but his facial expression didn’t show any kind of concern.
“I expect you to tell me why you’re jealous”, was all he said as he stared at you, crossing his arms.
Closing your eyes, you thought about his words. If you told him, he might always see you as an insecure little girl from now on. Maybe he would even agree to your concerns and finally realize that you were not worth his love and attention, that IU was the one for him and not you. You were scared that your words might influence his feelings and thoughts, maybe even future decisions.
“Isn’t it obvious?”, you stepped closer to him. “She’s everything you ever wanted. You’ve adored her for years. She has the perfect styling, the perfect makeup, the perfect body. She’s talented just like you and works in the same industry, creating an instant bonding between you two that I don’t have. She’s funny and sweet but also sexy and sassy, just like you like it. She’s everything that I’m not. She’s your ideal girl. I’m not.”
Tears had started to fall down your cheeks and you quickly wiped them away. Jungkook just stared at you, thinking about your words. Deep down you had hoped that he would immediately deny all your words and comfort you. You had hoped that he would have wiped away your tears, holding you close and telling you how much he loves you, that he would never leave you for someone like her. Instead, there he was, standing still and seemingly in deep thoughts.
When he spoke, you swore you felt your heart break into million pieces. “You know what else she is that you’re not?”, he didn’t even wait for your answer before responding himself.
He turned around and grabbed his bag he had laid down beside the couch when he entered your apartment earlier.
“I think we should take a break”, he mumbled, giving you one last glance before leaving out of your front door.
1: Fact: People are so unaware…. well, ignorance is bliss I guess…. that would explain my depression. - Dylan A Virtual Book EXISTENCES By: Dylan Properties: This book cannot be opened by anyone except Dylan (some supernatural force blocks common people from entering). <<-VoDkA->> <<-Dylan->> 2: The 4 stages from within: most, few, some, none Me is place outside all the boxes. 3: El Thoughtzos Ah yes, this is me writing … just writing, nobody technically did anything, just I felt like throwing out my thoughts - this is a weird time, weird life, weird existence. As I sit here (partially drunk with a screwdriver) I think a lot. Think … think … that’s all my life is, just shitloads of thinking … all the time … my mind never stops … music runs 24/7 (except for sleep), just songs I hear, not necessarily good or bad, & thinking … about the asshole - in gym class, how he worries me, about driving, & my family, about friends & doings with them, about girls I know (mainly - & -) how I know I can never have them, yet I can still dream … I do shit to supposedly ‘cleanse’ myself in a spiritual, moral sort of way (deleting the wads on my computer, not getting drunk for periods of time, trying not to ridicule/make fun of people (-) at school), yet it does nothing to help my life morally. My existence is shit to me - how I feel that I am in eternal suffering, in infinite directions in infinite realities. Yet these realities are fake - artificial, induced (?) by thought, how everything connects, yet it’s all so far apart … & I sit & think … science is the way to find solutions to everything, right? I still think that, yet I see different views of shit now - like the mind - yet if the mind is viewed scientifically … hmm I dwell in the past … thinking of good & bad memories. 4: A lot on the past though … I’ve always had a thing for the past - how it reacts to the present & the future - or rather vice versa. I wonder how/when I got so fucked up w my mind, existence, problem - when Dylan Bennet Klebold got covered up by this entity containing Dylan’s body … as I see the people at school - some good, some bad - I see how different I am (aren’t we all you’ll say) yet I’m on such a greater scale of difference than everyone else (as far as I know, or guess). I see jocks having fun, friends, women, LIVEZ. Or rather shallow existences compared to mine (maybe) like ignorance = bliss. They don’t know beyond this world (how I do in my mind or in reality or in this existence) yet we each are lacking something that the other possesses - I lack the true human nature that Dylan owned & they lack the overdeveloped mind/imagination/knowledge tool. I don’t fit in here thinking of suicide gives me hope, that I’ll be in my place wherever I go after this life… that I’ll finally not be at war with myself, the world, the universe - my mind, body, everywhere, everything at PEACE in me - my soul (existence). & the routine is still monotonous, go to school, be scared & nervous, hoping that people can accept me … that I can accept them … the NIN (Nine Inch Nails) song Piggy is good for thought writing … The Lost Highway sounds like a movie about me … I’m gonna write later, bye <<-VoDkA->> 5: Da ThoughtZ Jeah Well well, back at it, yes (you say) whoever the fuck ‘you’ is, but yea. My life is still fucked, in case you care … maybe, … (not?) I have just lost fuckin 45$, & before that I lost my zippo & knife (I did get those back) Why the fuck is he being such an ASSHOLE??? (god I guess, whoever is the being which controls shit). He’s fucking me over big time & it pisses me off. Oooh god I HATE my life, I want to die really bad right now - let’s see what I have that’s good: A nice family, a good house, food, a couple of good friends, & possessions. What’s bad - no girls (friends or girlfriends), no other friends except a few, nobody accepting me even though I want to be accepted, me doing badly & being intimidated in any & all sports, me looking weird & acting shy - BIG problem, me getting bad grades, having no ambition of life, that’s the big shit. Anyway … I was Mr. Cutter tonight - I have 11 depressioners on my right hand now, & my favorite contrasting symbol, because it is so true & means so much. The battle between good & bad never ends … OK enough bitchin … well I’m not done yet. OK go … I don’t know why I do wrong with people (mainly women) - it’s like they are set out to hate & ignore me, I never know what to say or do. - is soo fuckin lucky he has no idea how I suffer. 6: Okay here’s some poetry … this is a display of one man in search of answers, never finding them, yet in hopelessness understands things … Existence … what a strange word. He set out by determination & curiosity, knows no existence, knows nothing relevant to himself. The pretty declarations of others & everything on this world, in this world, he knows the answers to. Yet they have no purpose to him. He seeks knowledge of the unthinkable, of the undefinable, of the unknown. He explores the everything … using his mind, the most powerful tool known to him. Not a physical barrier blocking the limits of exploration, time thru thought thru dimensions … the everything is his realm. Yet, the more he thinks, hoping to find answers to his questions, the more come up. Amazingly, the petty things mean much to him at this time, how he wants to be normal, not this transceiver of the everything. Then occurring to him, the answer. How everything is connected yet separate. By experiencing the petty others actions, reactions, emotions, doings and thoughts, he gets a mental picture of what, in his mind, is a cycle. Existence is a great hall, life is one of the rooms, death is passing thru the doors, & the ever existent compulsion of everything is the curiosity to keep moving down the hall, thru the doors, exploring rooms, down this never-ending hall. Questions make answers, answers conceive questions, and at long last he is content. TTYL <<-VoDkA->> 7: Thoughtz Yo … whassup … heheheheh … know what’s weird? Everyone knows everyone. I swear - like I’m an outcast, & everyone is conspiring against me … Check it … (this isn’t good, but I need to write, so here …. Within the known limits of time … within the conceived boundaries of space … the average human thinks those are the settings of existence … yet the ponderer, the outcast, the believer, helps out the human. “Think not of 2 dimensions”, says the ponderer, “but of 3, as your world is conceived of 3 dimensions, so is mine. While you explore the immediate physical boundaries of your body, you see in your 3 dimensions - L, W, & H, yet I, who is more mentally open to anything, see my 3 dimensions. My realm of thought - Time, Space, & THOUGHT. Thought is the most powerful thing that exists - anything conceivable can be produced, anything & everything is possible, even in your physical world.” After this so called “lecture” the common man feels confused, empty, & unaware. Yet those are the best emotions of a ponderer. The real difference is, a true ponderer will explore these emotions & what caused them. Another … a dream. Miles & miles of never ending grass, like a wheat. A farm, sunshine, a happy feeling in the presence, Absolutely nothing wrong, nothing ever is, contrary 180 (degrees) to normal life. No awareness, just pure bliss, unexplainable bliss, The only challenges are no challenge, & then … BAM!!! realization sets in, the world is the greatest punishment. Life. 8:Hypnosis place - It is a sky - with one large cloud, & sort of cloud-made chair - the sun is at the head of the chair … 10 o’clock up into the sky … Below, I sometimes see mist, & the green (forest green) earth - sorta a city, yet I hear nothing. I relax on this chair - actually like a chaise - & I am talking … to what? I don’t know - it’s just there, I have the feeling that I know him, even though I consciously don’t … & we talk like we are the same person - like he’s my soul … The everlasting contrast … Dark. Light. God. Lucifer. Heaven. Hell. GOOD. BAD. Yes, the everlasting-contrast. Since existence has known the ‘fight’ between good & evil has continued. Obviously, this fight can never end. Good things turn bad, bad things become good, the ‘people’ on the earth see it as a battle they can win. HA fuckin morons. If people looked at History, they would see what happens. I think, too much, I understand, I am GOD compared to some of those un-existable brainless zombies. Yet, the actions of them interest me, like a kid with a new toy. Another contrast, more of a paradox, actually, like the advanced go for the undevelopeds realm, while some of the morons become everything dwellers - but exceptions to every rule, & this is a BIG exception - most morons never change, they never decide to live in the ‘everything’ frame of mind! Laterz <<-VoDkA->> 9: <<-VoDkA->>’s Thoughts The - Situation It is not good for me right now (like it ever is) … but anyway … My best friend ever: the friend who shared, experimented, laughed, took chances with & appreciated me more than any friend ever did has been ordained … “passed on” … in my book. Ever since - (who I wouldn’t mind killing) has loved him … that’s the only place he’s been with her … if anyone had any idea how sad I am … I mean we were the TEAM. When him & I first were friends, well I finally found someone who was like me: who appreciated me & shared very common interests. Ever since 7th grade, I’ve felt lonely … when - came around, I finally felt happiness (sometimes) we did cigars, drinking, sabotage to houses, EVERYTHING for the first time together & now that he’s “moved on” I feel so lonely, without a friend. Oh well, maybe he’ll come around -> … I hope. That’s all - for this topic - maybe I’ll never see this again. (-> ô=- -=ô) <<-VoDkA->> 10: My 1st Love???? OH my God … I am almost sure I am in love … with -. Hehehe … such a strange name, like mine … yet everything about her I love. From her good body to her almost perfect face, her charm, her wit & cunning, her NOT being popular. Her friends (who I know) - some - I just hope she likes me as much as I LOVE her. I think of her every second of every day. I want to be with her. I imagine me & her doing things together, the sound of her laugh, I picture her face, I love her. If - soulmates exist, then I think I’ve found mine. I hope she likes Techno … :-) -, I love you - Dylan
I'm so angry that 21p won a Grammy but Brendon didn't :///
i’m gonna be honest and say that i’m not a doab fan like at all… i think it’s just brendon using the name p!atd to stay famous. i don’t necessarily think that he’s a bad musician/artist/whatever, but i don’t think he should be winning anything under the name panic! at the disco, since it’s just him in the band.
in all honesty, if brendon had made doab his solo project i would be a lot more in favour of it
but i feel you anon. 21p doesn’t deserve the stressed out grammy bc that song is so cliche/fake deep and it’s off of their worst album anyway.
Warnings: Mentions of smoking, drug usage, family issues, asshole!reader, shy!Dean.
Dean closed the car door to his father’s beloved impala as he faced Lawrence High, letting out a nervous sigh. Sam had already been dropped off at the middle school, which left only him in the high school.
“Hey,” John called, making Dean snap around.
His father smiled slightly. “Have a good day. It won’t be as rough as you think, I promise.”
Dean just nodded and swallowed thickly, giving him a wave before walking up the staircase.
mccree has a crush on hanzo and flirts with him constantly. much to his disappointment, hanzos responses to his attempts at being charming are as curt and aloof as when he’s replying to anything else
then genji has to tell mccree that no, it’s not necessarily your fault, hanzo just doesn’t do flirting or anything. maybe if you TOLD him “hey i’m flirting with you” then he’d be able to give you a real yes/no on romance
but instead of trying that, mccree starts playing ‘you give love a bad name’ real loud whenever hanzo’s around then he starts singing “SHOT THROUGH THE HEART AND YOU’RE TO BLAME”
hanzo has no fucking idea what’s happening and it gets to the point where every time he hears the beginning of the song or mccree singing at any point he turns around and walks the other direction
after a week of this bullshit genji drags hanzo into the room with mccree and yells at him “HE’S TRYING TO FLIRT WITH YOU, YOU ABSOLUTE DENSE AND USELESS FUCK”
at first hanzo’s squinting, trying to process the words, and everyone else in the room is staring at his face and watching his expression change and slowly, very slowly, realization dawns
he blushes like an idiot and everyone’s grinning and he can’t stand everyone looking at him so he slaps mccree on the face and leaves
genji pats mccree’s shoulder and mccree sighs dreamily
UPDATE 2: The initial sketch is nearly finished. I went through and added a lot of details tonight. After really looking at the “Even Worse” cover compared to Michael Jackson’s “Bad,” I noticed a joke you don’t necessarily see on first glance: Al took MJ’s buckle/zipper jacket to the max.
Al probably has at least 20 extra belts and zippers compared to the original. Naturally, I’m trying to one up that even more with more belts and zippers. There’s a cowboy star belt buckle on his left arm and a sash-like chain with a combination padlock.
I added two more references to particular songs on the album. A “Melanie” keychain hanging off his belt and a neck tattoo reading “Clone No. 27″ (for “I Think I’m A Clone Now.”
Another major detail of this update is the inclusion of Prince, who is/will be dressed in his Purple Rain getup. Prince famously never allowed Al to parody his music, but that’s not all. At the American Music Awards one year, Prince’s people sent Al a telegram forbidding him to even make eye contact.
Summary: You always hear stories about the bad boy dragging the innocent girl into a dark but beautiful world, so what if this time, the roles are reversed? Dean Winchester is the new junior at Lawrence High, a texan boy with a huge heart and a slight southern drawl. Y/N Y/L/N is the girl who’s lived in Lawence and gotten into trouble her whole life. She leaves prints on his neck and a mark on his heart, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.
You and Dean were sitting outside on the bleachers, Dean telling his parents that he would wait for Sam to finish soccer practice and walk him home. Since you had nothing better to do with your time, you sat beside Dean, your legs in his lap with your back against the side bars as Dean looked through assignments.
“Hey, Y/N?” he spoke up, you averting your gaze from the gloomy sky to his face.
songs that mention cars and driving that don’t necessarily have to do with cars and driving.
Car Radio - twenty one pilots | Rearview - Bad Suns | The Driver - Bastille | Tear In My Heart - twenty one pilots | Next in Line - Walk the Moon | Drive - Halsey | Tag, You’re It - Melanie Martinez | Head.Cars.Bending - The 1975 | Fucked Up - Young Rising Songs | Taxi Cab - twenty one pilots | Rollercoaster - Bleachers
A/N part 2 of the donghyuk series, the stories don’t necessarily go together. I just had a request for a donghyuk angst, fluff, and smut so I made this series. Sorry if this is bad, it’s so hard trying to write angst for this cutie cause I can’t imagine him ever like fighting with his gf or anything. Part 1 can be found here
Here is the song I listened to while writing this part
The next day you slammed your locker shut and when your eyes immediately landed on the familiar face from yesterday, you turned around and started walking in the other direction, not wanting to deal with him at the moment. The crappy coffee maker at home had officially stopped working earlier that morning, so your temper was much shorter than usual. A boy with a pretty face and annoying words wasn’t exactly what you needed at the moment.
part of what draws me to the mountain goats is their level of empathy for fucked-up crazy people. like not necessarily sympathy or even compassion, but empathy – they have all these songs about people who are maybe doing really bad things! that don’t say what they’re doing is ok, but do say why they’re doing it, and aren’t a bunch of bullshit. no platitudes here. and then there’s… that thread about everyone’s favorite sad tmg song. it inevitably turned into a debate about what constitutes a sad tmg song, of course, mostly because literally every tmg song could be considered sad when read the right way.like i defy any of you to prove me wrong, for realsies. and that – that is most of why i love the mountain goats. because if there’s one common thread running through all of their work from the first cassette release to beat the champ, it’s sorrow. triumph too, yes, and joy, and rage, but also grief – even the spent gladiator songs on transcendental youth are a plea to amy to just stay alive, stay forever alive. these songs are all about the terrible grief of those we leave behind when we disappear or die, on some level, because sometimes, that grief is the only reason we choose to endure the hideous pain that is living. they’re about the balancing act of death and life, about choosing the action that inflicts the least pain, or the most maybe; they’re about whether or not one will die. if you asked me to choose one word to articulate the central theme of every mountain goats song ever written, i would choose the word loss. you know?
I am never one to criticize anyone’s dancing (because it took me years to figure out that you just have to go DO IT). But every once in a while, you do notice someone who is most definitely hearing some other song in their head than what the DJ is actually playing.
I’ve found this to be true in day-to-day life as well.
Description: Y/N overhears Calum’s conversation about wanting to spice up their relationship. She wasn’t necessarily someone who enjoyed the super physical aspects of relationships, but a part of her misses it, so she decides to shake things up for the evening. Based on the song “Bad” by the Cab
Word Count: 2.1k
The sound of his voice was what woke her up in the morning. Her eyes remained closed and she smiled, loving the sound of Calum’s voice in the early hours of the day.
“No, it’s not that I don’t love her. It’s just everything we do is so predictable and I’d love her even more if we shook things up, you know?”
Spotlight on Skiba - Kerrang! Interview | April 2015
Between fronting Alkaline Trio and taking over Tom Delonge’s touring duties in Blink-182, Matt Skiba has become rock’s most in-demand man. It may come as a surprise, then, that he’s also releasing his second, sombre album with side-project Matt Skiba And The Sekrets. K! pinned down 2015’s busiest blode to bag the interview that everybody wanted…
- Hi, MATT! HOW HAVE THE SHOWS WITH BLINK BEEN? “They were great, we had such a blast. It’s weird as hell being up there singing someon else’s songs! It was new territory for all three of us, but not necessarily in a bad way! The crowd freaked out and had such a good time, which just made it all so much fun. As of right now we don’t have any plans to play more shows. I’m excited to have a bunch of Alkaline Trio touring to do, and until that’s out of the way I won’t know what’s going on with Blink, but I’m definitely having a great time playing with those guys.”
- HAS THERE BEEN ANY TALK OF RECORDING TOGETHER? WE NEED TO KNOW! “Yeah, we’ve been talking about it quite a bit, and we’ll just have to see what happens, won’t we?”
- IF YOU CARRY ON WITH BLINK, HOW EASY WILL IT BE TO JUGGLE THREE BANDS?! “Wll, there are no plans as of yet to tour The Sekrets - there had been some talk about it, but then Blink came along and that got set aside. Alkaline Trio has a lot of downtime, which makes it easy to branch off and do these other projects, but IF Blink continues to tour with me then that’s two full-time bands, so it will be a case of prioritising and just balancing those two. That’s not to say that means there would never be a Sekrets tour, it just might take some finessing!”
- WITH THE NEW SEKRETS RECORD, KUTS, DID YOU INTENTIONALLY SET OUT TO GET AWAY FROM ALKALINE TRIO’S SOUND? “Yeah, a lot of the last Sekrets record was leftover Alkaline Trio songs. I wanted to do something different this time, but, to begin with, I didn’t know in what way. I hooked up with producer Rob Schnapf (Elliot Smith, The Vines), who had never even heard of Alkaline Trio. I liked that! We collaborated a lot, playing off each other’s ideas, and I drew a lot of inspiration in the keyboards from David Bowie, too. Then when Hunter [Burgan, Bass] and Jarrod [Alexander, Drums] came in and heard what we had come up with, I let them run with whatever ideas they had. This combination resulted in a record we’re very proud of.”
- WERE THERE ANY MOMENTS WHER YOU THOUGH ‘OH GOD IS THIS TOO GREAT A DEPARTURE FOR ME?’ “No, that wasn’t an issue at all. If we liked the way it sounded, we recorded it. At one point Rob said, "Well, I still don’t know what your other band sounds like…but this is pretty fucking good, Matt!” (laughs).“
- AND WHY WAS IT CALLED KUTS? "I wanted something snappy and back in the day when people were making records for vinyl, they often referred to each track as a 'cut.’ In no way, shape or form is it influencing anyone to go cut themselves, but there’s also some pain involved in the lyrics and I wanted that juxtaposed with the way we had been using the word in the studio.”
- WHERE WAS THAT PAIN COMING FROM? “I was having some issues with a friend of mine that influenced the lyrics greatly. I didn’t have a hard time expressing that when we were recording, when things are troubling me they pour out. If everything’s peachy, that’s when I het a brick wall!”
- WITH IT BEING SUCH A DARK, SERIOUS RECORD, WAS THE TONE IN THE STUDIO QUITE SOMBRE? “No, it was a blast, we had so much fun! We were watching a lot of this reality show [Homocide Hunter] and we lached onto a character Kenda. Every time I blew a take, Rob would yell, "Eat a dick, Kenda!” One day we had Chinese food delivered, and I delicately extracted the message from a fortune cookie without breaking it, and replaced it with another that said, “Eat a dick, Kenda!” He didn’t take a breath for about 45 minutes, he was laughing so hard. I get very serious about my practical jokes!“