can you make a checklist on how to get into the gorillaz?? It seems like there is a lot out there and its hard to follow when i'm getting into it late.. thank you!!
Sure!!! I personally got into them by watching their G-bitez and music videos and it all kinda spiraled from there.
The band itself was made by Damon Albarn (Lead singer of Blur, does vocals and writes lyrics for Gorillaz) and Jamie Hewlett (Co-creator of the comic book “Tank Girl”, draws and animates for Gorillaz) after they were both watching MTV and they were like “hey music today sucks you know what’d be cool?? if we made an animated band” “cool we could call it ‘gorilla’ because we were both born on the year of the monkey!!!” sadly animal planet had already copyrighted “gorilla” so they just added a z to the end of it to make it cooler.
Something to know about Gorillaz is that they have “phases”. Phase 1 was in 2001, when they released their albums “Gorillaz”, “G-Sides” and “Laika come home”. Phase 1′s art style was cartoonish and used very thick lineart. Phase 2 was in 2005, when they released “Demon Days” and “D-sides”. Phase 2′s art style was a bit dark and looked more realistic. Phase 3 was in 2010, when they released the albums “Plastic Beach” and “The Fall” in 2011. Phase 3′s art style was almost the same as phase 2′s. Then we have Phase 4 in 2017, their new album “Humanz” is coming out April 28th. It’s art style is the one that stands out the most to me, you can find most of the art on Jamie Hewlett’s Instragram (Hewll)
Alright, a big part of me getting into the fandom was my love fore the characters. I’m assuming you’re not a fan yet, so let me introduce them to you (i’m going to use powerpoints to explain each member if u don’t mind):
This lovely lad here is Murdoc Faust Niccals.
- He’s the band’s leader/bassist, and he makes sure EVERYONE knows that’s it’s his band and only his. - He went through multiple other bands before he formed Gorillaz. - He was born on June 6th, 1966 in Stoke-on-Trent, England. As an infant he was abandoned on his father’s doorstep. - Had a very rough childhood, his father, Sebastian Niccals, would force him to preform on stage for booze money and it was absolutely humiliating for him. - His nose has been broken a of total 8 times. The first time was from a bully at his school, the 2nd time was from his older (and only) brother, Hannibal, because Murdoc had touched his records and the other 6 times were from Russel when he got caught “doing it” with 2D’s now ex-girlfriend in the bathroom stalls of Kong Studios
- His middle name was originally “Alphonse” but he changed it to “Faust” after making a deal with the Devil in phase 1 to make Gorillaz the “biggest band in the world”. That’s also how he got his bass, “El Diablo”.
- did i mention he was a satanist bc he is - He hangs around in his underwear a lot (especially in phase 2) - He likes to either get naked or start pelvic thrusting in like every video, so be careful, young anon. - He’s very crude but sometimes he can be very nice and adorable in some interviews ??? It’s so weird - He likes making weird noises, like, a lot. - Apparently can speak French and Spanish - His reason for turning green all of the sudden in phase 2 is either because of alcohol poisoning or due to him tanning himself green. Jamie himself said that it’s because he’s an immortalist and his skin is now rotting but I’m not sure how true it is. - He had a pet raven in phase 2!!! His name was Cortez and no one really knows what happened to him but Murdoc seemed to love that bird. - He also had a cape in phase 2 that he loved and wore like all the time but he lost it. Poor baby. - He was based off of a young 1960′s era KeithRichards. - He has a tongue longer than Gene Simmons’ and I’m not even kidding. His tongue is like a foot long - His genuine laugh can cure cancer - He had his own MTV cribs episode - Here’s a playlist of every interview he’s been in if you’d like to know a bit more about how he acts. - All of this sounds horrible but like half of the fandom sees him as charming and funny and the other half sees him as repulsive and downright mean so i guess listen to some of his interviews and make your decision (i’m part of the half that loves him)
This is 2D!!
- He’s the band’s singer, sometimes he plays the piano and melodica too. - He’s anxious and a bit timid around people. He’s not that intelligent, but he’s an absolute sweetheart to pretty much everyone. He’s … a huge dork. - He was born on May 23rd, 1978.
He was born in Hertfordshire, England and was raised in Crawley, England. When he was 10 he fell out of a tree and landed on his head, his hair fell out and grew back blue. He’s had horrible headaches since then, but his mother was a nurse and gave pills to help him out. - His real name is Stuart Pot - He loves horror films!!! Especially zombie movies. - Apparently he smells like butterscotch - He’s VERY tall. he’s like 6′1 and his legs make up most of his body. He towers over the rest of the band. - His voice actor is Nelson De Freitas, but Damon Albarn provides his singing voice - The lack of his two front teeth gives him an adorable accent - He has a crippling fear of whales - His eyes are black due to an 8-ball fracture that Murdoc gave him before the band was made when he crashed his car into the music store 2D worked at. - His eyes turn white when he’s stressed or scared. - His nickname “2D” stands for “Two Dents”. He’s called that because Murdoc’s car crash also gave him two dents in his head. - Murdoc is seen physically abusing 2D throughout phase 1-3, but there’s a very likely chance that he’s going to stop and make amends in phase 4!!! - Here’s a playlist of interviews that he’s been in
- Everybody loves him. I love him. I don’t think it’s possible not to love him.
This is Russel Hobbs!!
- He’s the band’s drummer. He makes remixes too!!! - The living embodiment of “looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll” - Quite possibly the most underrated character in the world - He was born in Brooklyn, New York on June 3rd, 1975. He got possessed by a demon as a kid and fell into a coma for four years. After he woke up the demon got expelled tho - When he was a teen, him and his friends were involved in a drive-by shooting. Russel was the only survivor and all of his friends possessed him, but the only one we really get to see is his closest friend, Del, he raps in Clint Eastwood and Rock the House, but we haven’t seen him since phase 1. - Russel misses Del very dearly, poor lad. - After the whole shooting incident he was sent to the UK to live with his uncle. - HE SAVED 2D FROM BEING EATEN BY A WHALE. HE’S SO UNDERAPPRECIATED - He’s an actual giant in phase 3 because he ate some radioactive algae - He loves fezzes!!! - His hobby, besides music, is taxidermy. - He’s the dad friend - Here’s a playlist of interviews that he’s been in
Last but not least, this is Noodle
- She plays guitar for the band. She also sings and writes songs sometimes - Noodle is very energetic and nice but she can also kick your ass - She was born in Osaka, Japan on October 31st 1990
- She joined the band when she was around 10 but she’s like 26 now. I forgot to mention that the band ages with real time - As a kid she was a part of a classified child super solider project under the management of a japanese scientist named Mr. Kyuzo. this is where she learned how to be badass. She knew professional karate at like 10 how cool is that - All of the children in that project were deemed too unstable and dangerous, so they canceled the experiment and Mr. Kyuzo was ordered to kill all of the children (fuckin dark i know). After killing them all, Mr. Kyuzo was reluctant to kill Noodle, so instead he put her in a state of amnesia and smuggled her to the UK by shipping her to Kong Studios in a FedEx crate. - She didn’t remember anything!!! The only english thing she was able to say to say was “noodle” and that’s where she got her name. - She learned how to speak english and remembered her past in phase 2. - Murdoc, 2D and Russel raised her (mostly russel tho). Noodle considers Murdoc and 2D her brothers and Russel considers her his daughter how CUTE IS THAT - She loves Pokemon - She had a flying windmill island in phase 2 it was incredible - She had a cute radio helmet in phase 1 - She also has a robot version of herself called “Cyborg Noodle” in phase 3. It’s a long story but Cyborg might be coming back for phase 4. - The interviews that she’s in can be found here!!
The backstory is too long for me to write down, but you can find it over here! I hope i explained everything clearly- if not, or if you have any questions, feel free to send me a message!! I hope this helps you c:
(TW: some scenes may be seen as pseudo injury/bleeding. Also, angst.)
It’s my first time to try making an animatic, and behold it ends up being (k)langst. Wing’s piano cover of this song always destroys me whenever I hear it, and to me it’s one of the ultimate heartwrenching songs. I wish I had the time and skill to put the translated lyrics on the video as well because they make me just (つ﹏<)･ﾟ｡ (The VLD and Klance angst weeks are still days away but look at what I’m doing…speaking of Klangst week do they accept entries for day 1 this early?)
I will greatly appreciate any constructive comments or feedback! (I’m still a beginner so I know there’s a lot of mistakes and ahskdsd things I’m so sorry I will now go to a corner and mull over my life choices.)
“I’d like to think Mr. Carter and I understand each other. Nobody who met us as younger men would have expected us to be where we are today. We know what it’s like not to have a father around. We know what it’s like not to come from much and to know people who didn’t get the same breaks that we did. So we tried to prop open those doors of opportunity so it’s a little easier for those who come up behind us to succeed as well.
Jay and I are also fools for our daughters, although he’s going to have me beat once those two twins show up. And let’s face it: we both have wives who are significantly more popular than we are.
Like all of you, I am a fan. I’ve been listening to Jay since I was a young and hungry State Senator. I sampled his lyrics to close my speech at Selma; I tweeted a reference to ‘My 1st Song’ as I was putting the finishing touches on my final State of the Union address; I had to brush some dirt off my shoulders during a campaign.
So I’m pretty sure I’m still the only President to listen to JAY Z’s music in the Oval Office. That may change at some point, but I’m pretty sure that’s true now. In fact, Jay, you have been inspiring in making me want to be active in my retirement just like you have been in yours, so I’m going to close by saying something Jay once said that struck me. He said: 'I’ve never looked at myself and said that I need to be a certain way to be around a certain sort of people. I’ve always wanted to stay true to myself, and I’ve managed to do that. People have to accept that.’ So with that, I’m proud to help present this award to a true American original, the first hip-hop artist to be inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame, Mr. Shawn Carter.”
So hype for The Evil Within 2 ….. I thought of an idea to draw all the designs (decline?) of Sebastian, and then made it into a little gif! Duran Duran is also one of my favorite bands of all time… so I couldn’t resist putting the lyrics in :) Can’t wait to see what happens in October to our fav Sad Dad Detective!!!
When you first heard the album, sitting with Harry in your backyard, Carolina was one of your favorites. It was catchy and it had good lyrics. It didn’t cross your mind that the song was written about someone else. But when Harry went on Nicks radio show and told the story of the song and who it was about, a wave of anger couldn’t help but overcome you. Each and every time you had the album on shuffle, you skipped it faster than you could blink. When it came on the radio you turned it down. If Harry started singing it, you left the room. You came to hate the song. Hearing your love of 3 years sing about how another girl “feels so good” and is “all i think about” didn’t exactly put you in a position to fawn all over the song. This is what you were trying to explain to Harry when he confronted you about your obvious dislike for the song.
“I know you don’t like Carolina. Why? You liked it when you first heard it, didn’t you? It was one of your favorites actually. What changed?” He asked you, when he stepped out of the shower, sitting next to you on the bed.
“Nothing changed. I like the song, its good.” you said coldly.
“Then why do you go out of your way to not listen to it, and when you have to, you cringe down to the last second?” His voice was angry mixed with a bit of sadness. He wasn’t yelling…yet. You knew your opinion mattered a lot to Harry. And although you didn’t like the song, you figured he deserved the truth.
“Fine Harry. You wanna know why I don’t like the damn song?” you said and he looked at you expectantly.
“It’s blatantly about another girl. You’re one of the most private people I know. You wouldn’t go out of your way to put the girls name in the song, put it on the album and sing it on national TV if it didn’t mean a lot to you. So excuse me if I don’t want to listen to my boyfriend sing about how another girl is all he thinks about.” you said getting more and more angry with each word that you said. Harry looked at you and didn’t say anything, so you continued.
“Harry that song makes me look like a fucking joke. And I know its your music and you have the right to write about anything you want to. But every time I look at you, I see you and her. Every time I hear that song, I think of you and her. And if she means that much to you, then why am I here?”
“Babe…you’re over reacting. Its just a song.” Harry said tears welling up in his eyes, and it was then that you realized that you were crying as well. “I can promise you that she doesn’t mean as much to me as you do. Tell me what I can do to fix this. A song isn’t worth loosing you. I swear, she meant something to me a while ago. And she’ll always mean something to me in the way of a friend. But you…I can’t live without you.”
Now you were full on sobbing, “Then why’d you write the song? Its not a sin for me to be upset about the song. And it’s not even the fact that you wrote the song, it’s the fact that you took the time to expose the girl and make it very clear that it was about her.”
“So you don’t want me to write about other girls and life experiences? That’s irrational. I’m always going to write songs about my life experiences. If you cant handle that, when we can end this.” he said angrily. He immediately regretted saying it when you got up and stormed out of the room.
“I don’t know what to do Gem. She won’t talk to me, she won’t look at me, she won’t let me touch her. I don’t sleep in the same bed as her anymore, she sleeps in the guest house. Not even in the guest room, the guest house. I feel like I’m losing her, and that can’t happen.” he said on the verge of tears as he spoke to his sister on the phone.
“How long has this been going on?” she asked him carefully.
He let out a long sigh, “about 4 days.”
“Honestly, she probably shut down because she feels like you haven’t acknowledged the fact that she’s hurt. Weather you feel like you did something wrong or not, she needs to know that you know and care that she’s hurting. If you haven’t made an effort to apologize to her, she won’t know that. Especially if you aren’t talking. And Harry, you have to admit, if the roles were reversed, you’d be pretty angry, too. I think you both need to talk because it sounds like to me, this argument is a two way street.”
He made his way down the small pathway to the guest house where you’ve been staying for the greater part of a week. You didn’t want to see him, hear his voice, speak to him or anything else. You knew you were overreacting just a little bit, but in your mind, you still had the right to be upset. He rang the doorbell and you automatically knew who it was. It was the first time he had been over since you left the main house.
“Love, baby, princess…let me in. Please?” and there was something in his voice that you couldn’t ignore, even if you wanted to. You made your way over to the door, and before you could even get it all the way open, Harry pushed himself inside and wrapped his arms around you. You tensed up at first, but then relaxed into this chest, realizing you missed him. You stood there, in the doorway hugging for a long time, the first connection you’ve had with him in days.
“Let’s talk, yeah?” he asked you sweetly, kissing your nose. You nodded and lead him over to the kitchen table. You sat, not saying anything to each other before he said,
“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. When I wrote that song, I wasn’t thinking. I met Townes-”
“Don’t say her name.”
“I met her a few years back. It was just before I met you. We had a few mutual friends and they set us up on a blind date. And I’m not going to lie, I had a lot of fun that night. But she was missing something, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Plus the tour was about to start, so even just after one date, I broke it off.” He explained and you listened intently. “We remained in touch after that and I occasionally still talk to her. But I swear, she’s just a friend. She doesn’t mean nearly as much to me as you do. And when I said she was all I think about, its just a lyric. I don’t mean that literally. I deeply apologize if I made you question my love for you. That was never my intension. Its just a bloody song love. And yes it means something to me. Each and every one of my songs means something to me. But you…I could never express in words what you mean to me. I wrote countless songs about you- so, so many. But none of them bring you justice. You’re just that precious to me.” he said with a dimpled grin and a squeeze of your hand.
“I’m sorry too H. I overreacted. I shouldn’t have been so jealous. And your music is your music, and I don’t have the right to question your creativity. I’m sure she is a nice girl. She should be flattered. But can I ask you something. Obviously you don’t have to answer.”
“What do you want to know, my lovely?”
“Is there a song about me on your album.”
He looked at you with a devilish smirk and a gleam in his eye,
Air Ducts and Secrets - Peter Parker x Reader Imagine
Word Count: 2,893
Plot: What goes on in the air ducts, stays in the air ducts.
Warnings: honestly its just fluff, cheesy comments, a new girl reference, one swear word (that’s censored), and more fluff.
Author’s Note: So this is for the monthly song challenge but I literally only put two song lyrics from the song Tomorrow Never Dies by 5SOS. But that’s okay. I might do a part two depending on how well this does. PSA: I love New Girl.
Harry changing up these songs every single time is such a credit to his vocals and musicality. Carolina has had three separate moods if you compare the The Today Show, the Garage (closest to the album) and now The LateLate Show.
Sometimes I forget what a work horse he is. On stage, he is SO eager to please, to show off and to go off. And even though I see ppl missing ho!Harry and dancer!Harry, I really love that these smaller stages force him to just stay put and connect with the music. Now he is picking his freestyle moments to emphasize certain lyrics, now he is using inflection, now he is changing up keys and tempo, now he is playing an instrument!
No doubt he will strut, grind and drop it low on tour. That shit is important too. I just like hearing the songs and seeing all the subtle choices he’s making just as much.
when you’re listening to “Hello Stranger” by Barbara Lewis and just remember how Kevin had Chiron listen to it knowing that it reminded him of him with lyrics like “Please don’t tease me Like you did before Because I still love you so” and just wondering how both of those characters felt in that moment and how its just genuinely one of the best/most romantic scenes in any media and its coming from this lovely gay, black couple
Voltron Music Headcanon AKA Lance and Shiro start a band
• so one day Team Voltron (finally) has a day to rest and Shiro and Lance are just sitting in the common room.
• Lance absentmindedly starts humming the beginning to a song (I personally imagine that it’s Floral and Fading by Peirce the Veil. I’m just putting that out there.)
• Shiro starts tapping along to it
• Lance starts singing the lyrics and it is BEAUTIFUL.
• Shiro’s heard Lance “sing” to annoy Keith (He chased Keith through the entire castle singing MCR horribly out of key in a Heavy Metal voice, it was as impressive as it was hilarious), but in reality, saying “Lance had the voice of an angel” is an insult to Lance. Holy quiznak, Lance can sing.
• SHIRO STARTS DOING HARMONIES
• They finish the song and Shiro pulls a General Shang being all like “You… You sing good.”
• Lance: Thanks, Shiro!
• Lance [internally]: AJSBDKSBS THIS IS GREATEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO ME I AM SO BLESSED
• Lance jokingly tells Shiro that they should start a band.
• Shiro seriously thinks starting a band is a great idea.
• Lance mentions the fact that the castle wouldn’t have any instruments to use.
• “Hey Coran, would the Olkari be able to make musical instruments?”
• “Of course!”
• Lance secretly makes Coran SWEAR not to tell Allura or Keith what they’re doing.
• Shiro and Lance ask Allura to make a wormhole to Olkarion. When questioned why, Lance bullshits a detailed “explanation” as to why Lance and Shiro need to be there.
• Allura buys the whole thing and Lance and Shiro are off to Olkarion.
• “Lance, why did you lie to the Princess?”
• “Dude, you can TOTALLY use this as a way to woo her into falling in love with you!”
• “With me? I thought YOU were the one who wanted to be with the Princess.”
• “I like her and everything, but I KNOW you have feelings for her, so I’m gonna help you lock it up, dude! Bros before Hoes, right?” (In truth, Lance wants to woo Keith instead because he’s been pining for him for a while. Everybody but Keith and Shiro are aware of this.)
• “Whoa, don’t call her a hoe!”
• “Case in point!”
• They get to Olkarion and they describe the equipment they’ll need, along with additional instruments they want to have just in case (drumset, guitar, bass, mics, amps, etc.) as best as they can.
• Lance is surprisingly eloquent with the descriptions. The instruments the Olkari make are better than anything found on Earth. Lance tells the Gibson guitar company to eat their fucking hearts out
• Hunk and Pidge HAPPEN to be in the hangar when they return.
• Shiro freezes as the Green and Yellow Paladins spot him walking out of his lion with a fucking bass drum in his hands
• “Don’t tell Allura.” says Shiro looking like a deer in the lights of an oncoming bus
• “…Or Keith” adds Lance sharing the same expression as the Black Paladin
• Pidge and Hunk look at each other for a moment. “Why not?” Asks Pidge.
• Lance tells them the plan of forming a band to win the affections of Keith and Allura.
• “How about we join the band and help you?” Says Hunk.
• “Deal” says Lance and Shiro in unison.
• Pidge finds a completely soundproof room in the castle and watches the security cams so they won’t get noticed by Allura. (Keith spends all his time in the training room, so he won’t be a problem)
• They successfully metal gear solid all the equipment to the room without getting caught by Allura. They spend an hour in the room rehearsing.
• Lance is on Lead Guitar and Vocals (Lance’s guitar solos are what dreams are made of.)
• Hunk is on Bass and backup vocals (okay, listen to a song with vocals only and tell me the bass guitar isn’t important you fricks.)
• Pidge is on Rhythm Guitar, Piano, and backup vocals. (MY NONBINARY SMOL IS SO TALENTED AND I LOVE THEM AND I’M DEFINITELY NOT BIASED. FIGHT ME)
•side note: they also sing lead vocals for Paramore songs, which they are surprisingly good at.
• Shiro is on drums. (Shiro sweats a lot when he plays, so he doesn’t wear a shirt. He also does that thing where he twirls one of the drumsticks while he plays with one hand. Because of course he can. Space Dad can do anything.)
• Coran calls Allura and Keith to the common room
• They start playing Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low the moment Keith and Allura walk through the door.
• During the verses of the song, Lance gets up close and personal with Keith as he sings, hitting him with the smolder™ (he brings his fucking A-GAME. Puffed up chest, confident grin, the occasional hair flip, and “fuck me” eyes that gave a whole new meaning to “if looks could kill”.)
• Homosexuality, thy name is Keith.
• Shiro decides to wink at Allura, as well as mouth the words “dear Allura, count me in” during the chorus.
• rip allura
• once the song is over, Allura compliments Shiro and caNNOT STOP STARING AT HIS CHEST. She kisses him on the cheek and tells him she really enjoyed it and that they should do this more often. (Obviously, she doesn’t know that that sounds really sexual. OR DOES SHE?)
• rip shiro
• the space parents become a flustered, giggly mess. Shiro pulls her into a passionate kiss. Not only that but Allura is also pulled into his sweaty rock hard chest.
• rip allura part 2: electric boogaloo
• Keith starts violently making out with Lance, and they do that thing where they walk and make out at the same time until they get to the hangar, where Keith (who’s still getting all icky-sticky with Lance) knocks on red’s foot so she’ll open up.
• they “have a bonding moment” in the cockpit.
• Red is… Surprisingly okay with this development.
• they do the walk of shame™ back to the common room
• Lance [internally]: I have no shame. This is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.
• when they return to the common room, everyone is applauding them. Because red and blue finally made purple. They finally did the mambo with their clothes off. They finally did the bedroom rodeo. They finally did whatever fucking euphemism for sex Pidge could think of.
• Hunk bakes Keith and Lance a “congrats on the sex” cake the very next day.
• this becomes a common occurrence within the castle (the performances, not the sex. Okay, also the sex. You get the point.)
“Hey guys! Today I’m here with
the whole gang except for Mikey! So you have Caspar, Josh, Oli, Jack, Conor,
Y/N and me! And today we’re going to do the ‘encore singing challenge part 2!”,
Joe belted out.
“But Joe wait”, Jack asked in
a way that everyone knew it was staged, “we are with 7 and we only have one
microphone!”. “Well Jack, that is right. So since we have our music expert, Conor,
here, he will be the judge. And us 6 will divide in 3 teams of 2. Let’s say I’m
in a team with Jack, then I will take the first 3 rounds on me and Jack will do
the other 3. Everyone understands? Yeah? alright, I suggest everyone puts their
name in the hat”.
Everyone had put their name
in. you were really hoping for Jack for two reasons. One: Jack knew the lyrics
to pretty much every song and second: you just wanted to beat your boyfriend
They let you pick first, since
you were the only girl. And your wish got granted as the paper read “Jack”. He as
well seemed happy as he immediately hugged you.
The other teams were Joe and
Oli and Caspar and Josh. You felt pretty confident as you knew that neither Caspar
or Josh knew any lyrics. The only problem would be Joe.
“Okay the first round is Joe
against Caspar and …”, Conor paused for a dramatic effect,” Y/N!”. You groaned.
As we all went to sit down on
Joe’s bed, Oli said:” Maybe we should put the mic on the chair so everyone can
be shot and it’s fairer”. So that’s what you did and then the game began.
“First word is SPAGHETTI”,
Conor shouted the last bit.
The other two were thinking
while you immediately grabbed the mic. “His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms
are heavy. There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti”.
A course of grunts went
through Capsar and Joe. “Okay, so that’s one for team Y/N and Jack! The next word
This time it took a bit longer
to come up with an answer. Suddenly Joe threw himself at the mic and started
singing: “I feel stupid and contagious. Here we are now, entertain us. A
mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido”. “Oh wow you are really going for it”,
you laughed. “Watch out or you’ll end up in the hospital”, Jack added.
“So it’s one for Joe and Olie,
one for Y/N and jack and zero for Caspar and Josh! The last one for you guys is
… FOOL!”, Conor said.
This time you and Caspar both
went for it, but you beat him. “I’m only a fool for you, and maybe
you’re too good for me, I’m only a fool for you. But I don’t fucking
care, at all”.
“What? What song is that?”,
Joe asked you. “Are you kidding me?! How do you not know that one?! It’s Idfc by
blackbear”, you said a bit annoyed. No one seemed to know that song and it
annoys you because it’s your favorite one.
The next 3 rounds ended and
the score was zero for Caspar and Josh, three for Joe and Oli and three for
Jack and you.
“Since we have a tie, we need
a tiebreaker. So everyone sit down. The first one from one of the teams to
answer, wins.”, Conor said. “You’re your word is … MESS”.
Wait, that was Joe and your
song! That was the song that was playing when you first kissed. Obviously, Joe
knew it too, so it was just a race to see who was first.
You were almost there, when
suddenly you fell and hit your leg on the chair. You felt a sharp pain and saw
the blood almost streaming out of your leg.
“Oh shit Y/N! Are you alright?”,
Joe asked. “Uhm, I don’t really know to be honest”. The boys came rushing to
your side. Caspar took a closer look and said: “We better get you to the
hospital. I think you’re gonna need stitches”.
Joe looked really worried so
you tried to assure him that everything was fine. “I’m alright Joe. It’s just a
bit blood”. Suddenly your boyfriend stood up. “Okay guys, I’m gonna take her to
the hospital. Could you please clean up the room?”, he asked. All the other
boys nodded and said their goodbyes.
You started to walk out of the
apartment, but soon two strong arms picked you up bridal style. “Joe!”, you giggled,
“I can still walk you know”.
“Shut up. It’s my fault you’re
hurt, so I’ll do anything to make it better”. He was being so sweet. You grabbed
his chin and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I love you Joe”. “I love you too
When you both got in the car,
he was never not touching you. And when you went in the hospital, his arm never
left your waist.
Turns out Oli and Caspar were
both right. It might not have been Joe who had to go to the hospital, but you
and you did get stitches.
On the way back home, you
heard Joe hum a song. It was Shawn Mendes’ Stitches. You smacked his arm.
“Hey! What was that for?”, he
yelped astonished. “Stop singing that song, you idiot!“
Hi can I request a romantic fic with the song Galway Girl for Cheryl x reader please? Thanks so much :)
I tried my best with this one! I hope you like it! (Galway Girl is my fave btw, song credit to Ed Sheeran)
WARNING : Underage drinking
You stared blankly at the word document you had pulled up on your computer. Images of the night before flashed before your eyes like how her red hair whipped as she had danced. You closed your eyes, hoping that falling back into the memory would aid in your writing.
There was a party being held at an older, abandoned, bar at the outskirts of Riverdale. Somehow, through a friend of a friend of Cheryl’s an invitation had been extended to you. Normally you would’ve declined the offer, but the idea of being invited to one of Cheryl’s parties excited you. You had been crushing on Cheryl for a while now, which confused your friends. They’d call you out for liking a “Mean girl” and you’d try your best to ignore the things they said about her. There was just something strangely alluring about her; almost like the beautiful but deadly black panther.
When you had arrived at the bar, loud folk music played through the speakers. You picked up a fiddle in the music’s sound and smiled. You walked over to a pool table and saw a game commencing. You saw Cheryl holding a stick and your heart sped up.
“Can I join?” You asked, looking hopefully at Cheryl. Her brown eyes looked up and met your gaze. Her full lips met up in a smile.
“Of course you can sweetie.” You felt a blush bloom on your cheeks at the pet name. You grabbed a free stick and got ready. The game was filled with laughter and some harmless flirting. You weren’t great at pool, not by a long shot; but Cheryl beat you to a pulp.
“You wanna try darts?” You asked and she laughed. She stepped close to you and you could her breath on your face. She smelled sweet and of her fancy perfume, but hints of alcohol lingered.
“If you plan darts like how you play pool, you don’t stand a chance.” You let out a giggle and a blush. She gave you a smile and grabbed your hand, pulling you to the bar. Another person from school had set up a makeshift place to buy beer there.
“Drinks for the loser, please!” She shouted and the guy nodded, bringing up two beers. You looked hesitantly at the bottle as Cheryl opened hers. “You not going to drink?” Her voice was lower than it was before, but not in a threatening manner.
“I just want to remember this night,” you murmured back and Cheryl smiled. She set her drink down and her hands fell to your cheeks. She had pulled your lips to her her soft ones, and your eyes closed instantly. Her lips were sweet and tasted like cherries, as you kissed you felt a rush in your body. You were finally kissing Cheryl Blossom, and she was kissing you like there was no one else in the room. You had scooted off your stool to get closer to Cheryl, as her hands tangled in your hair. You smiled into the kiss, pulling away to trail kisses to her jaw and one steamy one on her neck.
“Baby, I just want to dance,” you whispered and she nodded. She grabbed your hand, pulling you to the dance floor. The music blared loudly, but all you could think about was Cheryl, Cheryl, Cheryl. Her hands on your waist, turning and moving to the beat. People were staring and normally you’d care, but with Cheryl everything was just a whirlwind around you.
Soon you noticed that Cheryl was not only dancing along but singing as well. Her voice was carried like a cool breeze on a hot summer day, and you wished you could bottle the sound. You gave her a smile as you danced and in return she placed a searing kiss to your lips. You carried on for another few hours, enjoying the heat between the two of you.
Then you realized, you had out stayed your welcome. You started for the door but you felt a hand slip into yours. You turned around and met Cheryl’s warm gaze.
“Did you walk here?” You nodded in response and she simply shook her head. She slipped keys into your hand and you looked down at them. “Drive me home then?” You smiled at her and nodded. She pressed a kiss to your cheek and still holding your hand, led you outside to her car. She managed to keep her hands off of you while you drove but when you arrived at her house, she pulled you inside. Luckily for the two of you, her parents weren’t home. She opened a fancy looking wine bottle, to which you had a glass. When the bottle was downed, you both were a tangled mess.
“Are you still going to remember this?” She whispered and you looked down at her from where you were lying. She looked up at you and you could see a worry in her eyes.
“How could I forget?” You asked and she smiled sweetly.
“Good,” she whispered and her eyes shut slowly.
“I swear I’ll remember this.” You whispered back as she fell asleep.
You opened your eyes, your gaze met with the bright screen of your laptop. You smiled at the screen as your fingers typed like mad. You swore to remember, why not memorialize it?
The next day at school, when the final bell rang, you lingered near Cheryl’s locker. During the day, you had slipped your paper into her locker. You pressed you side against the wall, waiting for Cheryl to appear. Five minutes passed when you heard the clicking of heels. You ducked, hiding yourself for the most part.
“So who was the girl Cheryl?” You heard Ginger ask, her tone stung.
“Y/N L/N,” Cheryl said nonchalantly, “and I don’t need you judging me.”
“We’re not, we just didn’t realize you liked her.” Tia murmured and your heart skipped.
“Well I do, now-” she opened her locker door as she spoke and grew quiet when your note fell. She reached down a picked it up. Her long fingers unfolded the paper and a grin spread across her features. You smiled too, remembering the lyrics you had written down
I swear I’m going to put you in a song that I write
Louis himself has said that he considered not going further with any solo music - to just be done. And none of us could have blamed him if that’s what he’d chosen to do. He also could have had an incredibly successful career staying BTS producing and writing and helping young artists, and I believe one day he will do that and change the game entirely. He’s so talented and writes incredibly beautiful lyrics. Lyrics that have brought me to tears on many occasions. But selfishly I am SO ABSOLUTELY ECSTATIC that he’s chosen to put out more music of his own.
We’re getting an entire album. I can’t believe it. A whole album of his words and his voice. All of the boys have voices that I could (and do) listen to all day. But I’ve always said that Louis’ voice is what makes One Direction sound like One Direction. Any time they’d sing acoustically or Louis misplaced his mic, it became so obvious. They still sounded good obviously - just not like /them./
His voice is so emotive and raw and unique. It makes me feel all the emotions. Everything. And I just… can’t wait honestly. 10-12 songs of just Louis “killing me softly with his song*.” What a way to go. There are so many reasons it could have never happened, but here he is. MAKING it happen. I’m so proud to be your fan, Louis.
“Bowie came up with the Stones-y riff for “Rebel Rebel” in order to “piss off” Mick Jagger, says guitarist Alan Parker.
Parker performed on the track and a number of other songs on Bowie’s 1974 LP, Diamond Dogs, which also featured the Stones-influenced title track.
“He said, ‘I’ve got this riff and it’s a bit Rolling Stonesy – I just want to piss Mick off a bit’,” remembers Parker. “I spent about three-quarters of an hour to an hour with him working on the guitar riff – he had it almost there, but not quite.
“We got it there, and he said, ‘Oh, we’d better do a middle…’ So he wrote something for the middle, put that in. Then he went off and sorted some lyrics. And that was us done.”
WHO WHAT WHEN WHERE WHY - Brian and Justin edition
Who: hugs like this? The answer is NO ONE. What: kind of human being chooses to hug another human being like this? UNREALISTIC. When: did they decide they wanted us all to die by hugging like this? (The answer is June 10, 2001 when 1x21 aired) Where: did all their fucks go? Did they just decide “fuck it!! let’s hug like we’re 90 years old, waiting to die like we’re in the damn Notebook” Why: are they like this?
Who: gave Gale the instruction to move in that close and touch Justin’s face like that? I want a name so I can shout at them years later about how I’ve been in pain since this moment. What: is up with their non-stop banter and flirting in this one scene? Please slow down so us fans can BREATHE. When: did Justin know he had Brian damn well wrapped around his little finger? (The answer is 1x03) Where: does Brian get off telling everyone they aren’t in a relationship? Hun, your mouth is saying one thing but your body language is saying another. Why: are they like this???
Who: raised them to act like actual twelve year olds? What: kind of “couple” acts like this? The answer is there is NO couple who acts like this. I checked and there’s NONE. When: will they give us a damn break? I was already exhausted from s1-early s2 and yet they continue to give us moments like this. Rude. Where: do I go if I want to completely erase this moment from my brain? I’m still suffering. Why: ARE THEY LIKE THIS???
Who: do they think they are, making Brian and Justin’s final scene together arguably their most visually (and just in general) beautiful scene in the entire show? Couldn’t y’all just have made it basic af so I could move on?? What: did they expect us to do when we heard Ambition playing in the background? Say “aw this is sad” and move on? NO. Put your damn hand up if the lyrics of Ambition have scarred your brain forever. PUT IT UP. When: did they decide that the fact this was their final scene together wasn’t enough? They had to say “okay, now you’re going to NUZZLE”?? Like??? No boo, I’ll pass. Where: ‘s like a good place to go?If I wanna just die? Why: ARE THEY LIKE THIS????????
So like idk if this is good or if it just isn’t but I’m gonna post it so you guys can say if you like it or not I guess haha
Beca Mitchell put the mop back into the bucket with a sigh. She’d finished this corridor, finally, although she had taken a little longer than usual. Miss Beale was teaching a music class in the classroom closest to where she was standing, and the melody was simply uplifting, filling every crevice of the corridor as well as the classroom.
Beca loved music.
She loved the tunes, the backing, the melodies and the lyrics. Everything. She loved instruments, too. The sleek look of the violin, a shining silver flute. Her favourite, however, was the piano. The melodies the piano could play was what kept Beca going, most nights. Beca admired anyone who could press down on the ivory keys, with just the right tempo to keep up with, and make music.
Like Miss Beale.
Beca thought Miss Beale of some form of royalty amongst the other teachers. She admired how many instruments the woman could play, her bright blue eyes, even her red hair was perfect. She was perfect. The perfect teacher. She was nice to every student, whether they liked her or they hated her, and she could play almost anything she was given. She had a talent that Beca only in her wildest dreams could she wish to possess. The talent of music.
Sometimes, like today, Beca stood outside her classroom and just watched. She watched and she listened and she admired. Sometimes Miss Beale caught her, too. And, of course, Miss Beale smiled sweetly, and Beca would redden and look down at her cleaning. So far she has learnt that anything that sounded happy in music was in major key and anything that sounded sad was in minor key. She has been especially proud of herself when she listened to a piece of music and could tell it was in major key, even before the students had put their hands up.
But, as per usual, Beca was fast to leave when the bell went, always afraid that Miss Beale would shout at her for watching the lesson without permission.
A few days later, and after Beca had accidentally been caught moving about slightly to the music, Miss Beale actually walked over to the door.
“Shit!” Beca exclaimed, rushing to pick up a rag to make it seem that she was actually doing her job.
Miss Beale watched her amusedly, a smirk on her face, as the shorter brunette almost knocked over her bucket of water in her haste to clean ANYTHING.
“You’re Beca, right? Beca the janitor.” Miss Beale asked her, and Beca stiffened, too scared to look up.
Beca glanced upwards at the redhead, who’s grin was so wide that it made Beca slightly at ease.
“Do you wanna come in?”
Oh. Well, that made sense. Miss Beale just wanted her to clean the classroom. “Sorry, Ma'am, I’m only allowed to clean classrooms when no students are in there,”
“Not for that reason! I’m not leaving here until you come in, so…”
Beca looked down again, knowing she had been intruding and watching for far too long now. “Uh, no, Ma'am, my job…”
Miss Beale laughed, and god, her laugh was one of the nicest melodies the brunette had ever heard. “I know you don’t need to clean anything until after lunch, Beca. You’re done for the morning, right?”
Beca was not about to lie to a teacher like Miss Beale. “Yes, Ma'am.”
“So come in, you can watch at the back if you feel more comfortable.”
Beca bit her lip. “Th-Thank you, Ma'am. That’s really kind of you.”
“Of course,” Miss Beale chirped, opening the door wider and letting Beca quietly slip in.
The brunette sat down on the floor in the very back corner of the room, barely believing what was happening. She was being allowed to actually sit through a music lesson, and Miss Beale had actually spoken to her. It was almost like being in school again. But this time, everyone wasn’t laughing at her when she got the answer wrong. Beca smiled happily as she watched Miss Beale play a piece of music on the piano whilst a student accompanied her with their violin.
When the lesson was over, Beca stayed in her corner, half hoping Miss Beale would forget about her and she could slip out.
“Beca?” Miss Beale called, and Beca shot up with wide eyes.
Miss Beale chuckled. “It’s cute that you call me ma'am, but Chloe is fine.”
“Chloe.” Beca tried out, the name rolling off of her tongue with ease. “I like your name.” She smiled. Beca looked down shyly. “H-how do you spell it?”
Miss Beale gave her a slightly confused, slightly scrutinising look, but replied happily and confidently. “C-H-L-O-E.”
Beca recognised the sound of four of five letters.
“You can come closer, I don’t bite,” Chloe chuckled. “Did you enjoy the lesson?”
Beca’s eyes seemed to light up at the question, and she treaded carefully in her used converse.
“Yes, Ma-Chloe. It was…really good.” Beca replied lamely, not knowing what else to say without sounding like a total freak.
Chloe smiled brightly. “Good! Do you like music?”
“Yes. I love it.”
Chloe tilted her head and smiled even brighter. “Can you play?”
Beca looked down and her shoulders deflated slightly. “No. I don’t know how.”
“Oh…” Chloe’s smile slipped from her face and she looked sad for a second, before smiling again. “I can teach you!”
“Really?” Beca asked quietly, barely believing why she was hearing. She could feel the joy rising in her and the lump in her throats beginning to form.
“Of course!” Chloe grinned. “How about today after school?”
Chloe could see that Beca looked like she was about to cry and she stepped closer, suddenly producing a tissue and putting her hand on Beca’s back. Beca sniffled loudly and let a watery smile grace her features.
“Th-Thank you, Chloe. That means a lot to me,” the brunette bit her lip and caught Chloe’s eyes to try and show her gratitude. She sniffled again but refused the tissues Chloe was offering her.
“Tonight at 4:30?”
“She probably won’t even turn up.” Beca muttered her thought out loud, but Chloe heard it.
The redhead looked concerned, then affronted, then sad. “What makes you think that?”
“Im sorry, ma'am, it’s just…nobody else really talks to me, unless they have to.” Beca’s eyes were at her feet, looking reprimanded.
“Why’s that? And I told you to call me Chloe.”
Beca only shrugged. “I’m sorry, Chloe.”
“That’s okay,” Chloe replied easily. “So, today at 4:30.”
“And what instrument do you wanna learn?”
All of them, Beca thought. “I like the sound of the piano.”
“Piano it is!”
Chloe found the janitor slightly odd, but intriguing. It was almost like talking to a little kid, or one of her students. Beca seemed to think she was constantly crossing the line, almost like talking to people as a whole was new to her. But Chloe was determined to show the brunette that she wasn’t going to bail on her, Beca already seemed incredibly vulnerable as it is. She looked up at the clock and saw it was 4:35, and she sighed, thinking Beca really wasn’t going to show up. She looked out to the door again and found Beca just waiting. Chloe frowned and got up, opening the door.
“You could’ve just knocked, you know,”
Beca jumped. “Sorry,” she said quickly.
“It’s fine, just next time come right in,” Chloe smiled.
They both sat down at the piano, and Chloe took in the way Beca’s eyes seemed to gloss over as she saw the keys, and her wrist twitched.
“You can touch it, Beca. Go ahead,”
Hesitantly, the small brunette pressed down on a key and grinned as it made a noise. She pressed down again on another, and another, before doing two at once. Chloe watched her, finding it amusing how Beca seemed just like a little kid trying a piano out for the first time. Soon, Beca was playing an awful combination of notes and smiling happily.
“You like the piano, huh?”
Beca looked at Chloe and nodded. “Yes. It’s my favourite instrument. I’ve never been allowed to play one before.”
Suddenly, Beca blushed and looked down at her lamp, as if she had given away too much information. Chloe gave her another scrutinising look. She wanted to find out why Beca had never been allowed to before. She wanted to find out why she seemed so timid all the time.
“Well, now’s your chance. Do you wanna start by learning the notes?”
Beca nodded. “Yes, please.”
Chloe produced a sheet of music that had a row of notes perfectly drawn on them.
“There are acronyms that we use to remember the notes. The most common ones are Every Good Boy Deserves Football, E, G, B, D, F, which are the lines in a stave. This is the stave,” Chloe pointed to the five lines on the row. “And FACE. F, A, C, E. those are the spaces in between the lines. Are you with me so far?”
“Great! So I’m gonna tell you what each note is and I want you to write it underneath, okay?”
She was given a pen. Beca’s heart sped up. This was it. Chloe was gonna find her weird now and kick her out.
“Okay, so, A,”
Beca startled. She knew a. A was in her name. Beca wrote
In childlike writing.
Chloe furrowed her eyebrows, but didn’t say anything.
Beca refrained the urge to smile. That was in her name as well.
This was easy, Beca thought. She knew all the letters already.
Beca stiffened, panicking. She put the pen to the paper, but couldn’t write anything down. She didn’t know how to write it or even what it looked like. She looked down and her eyebrows furrowed deeply in worry.
“Beca? The letter d,”
Chloe watched in concern as Beca’s eyes darted around. The redhead sighed internally. She thinks she knows what was going on.
Deciding to test her theory, Chloe got up and wrote the word lace on the whiteboard.
“What does this say?” She asked kindly.
Beca’s eyes widened. All of those letters were in her name, so she sounded them out how they were said in her name.
“Lllllaakeh.” She said hesitantly, and by the look on Chloe’s face, it wasn’t right.
“Lace, Beca. It says lace.”
Beca bowed her head in embarrassment, trying not to cry. Chloe sat down next to her, moving to place a hand on Beca’s back, but the brunette flinched violently, so Chloe was fast to place her hand back on her lap again.
“Beca…” Chloe said softly. “Do you know how to read?”
Beca went incredibly red, and her eyes gathered with tears. She was jittery for a short moment, before jumping up and making to leave the room.
“I shouldn’t have- I’m sorry, I…” she ran out before Chloe could do anything.
“Wait.” Chloe sighed, wincing as the door slammed shut.
She hadn’t meant to insult Beca. Or make her upset. Chloe wasn’t even sure what had happened. One minute they had been comfortably talking and Chloe had been showing her the keys, but the next Chloe asked something personal, TOO personal, and Beca fled. Maybe Beca really didn’t know how to read, and was extremely self-conscious of it. Chloe would have to find out tomorrow.
“Dream, I will be here to see your creation and be with you in the future. Keep dreaming. Don’t give up on me, Yoongi. I’ll fight this, and you’ll fight too. I believe in you.”
Warnings: Angst with a pinch of salt to go into the open wounds
AU: High School
Word Count: 1137
Min Yoongi was depressed.
He had so much talent inside of him that he felt he would never get recognized, his family never gave him a chance, his friends disapproved of his rapping. “It won’t bring you anywhere,” they always said. He needed to focus on getting a good career. It didn’t matter if he would be unhappy, it didn’t matter if he would turn out to be a bitter asshole. No, all that would matter is that he didn’t bring shame onto the Min family.
That’s all they cared about.
His parents loved him, they cared about him. But they didn’t believe in him. And that was one thing he didn’t know would hurt so much.
POTENTIALLY ODD QUESTION INCOMING: but uh what songs remind you of chanbaek the most?
Alright now when I list these off, you have to know I think of Chanbaek in different situations when listening to these songs because we DON’T actually know what their relationship IS (apart from good friends of course) so I don’t just listen to happy love songs and go “OH THAT’S SO THEM uwu” I actually have different situations in mind as to what might be there.
I’m going to be honest, I really wanted to make a Chanbaek video with this song. However, The Wombats use a lot of odd wording and metaphors so not everyone would understand why the hell I made a Chanbaek video with this song. Anyway, the song is about two people. These two people are in a relationship that is purely friends with sexual acts (so friends with benefits basically) but they feel there’s more between them except they both refuse to acknowledge it and instead just stick to sex. Person A (singer) cares very much for person B and wants to do nothing but be with them and spoil them rotten. However, person A knows that’ll never happen, yet they still stick with being friends with benefits with person B because it’s better than nothing and they just want person B in their life. For me, I imagined what if Chanbaek did have a relationship like this and Chanyeol was person A (since he spoils Baekhyun all the time) and Baekhyun was person B. Now, if you listen to the song, you might not have any idea where tf I’m getting any of this from and just be confused. So yeah I don’t think I could really make a Chanbaek vid with this asdfgh.
Basically again, a friends with benefits kinda deal. Person A (singer) and person B argue all the time but still have a strong attraction to each other. However, for person B it is purely sexual while person A is in love with person B but refuses to admit it. Yet person A still calls person B theirs even though they have no romantic relationship. For this I imagined Baekhyun as person A and Chanyeol as person B just because I can see Baekhyun trying suppress those feelings but still see Chanyeol as ‘his’. One line that’s especially powerful for me is “If I think I’m in love I’m the only one who’ll ever know.”
This song doesn’t need to be explained it’s just a sweet song that could apply to the perspective of either Chanyeol or Baekhyun, but I like to think Baekhyun because Chanyeol has big arms eheheheh. It’s just a sweet song and the remix makes it super upbeat and sweet so I love it.
Basically for this, person A (singer) and person B have a fucked up relationship (not abusive I just mean the emotions and the way they show their love to each other can at times seem like they hate each other so hate love). However, person A is just extremely captivated by person B and person B doesn’t quite seem to understand that. For this I see person A as Chanyeol and person B as Baekhyun. One line in particular that made me think “This is definitely Chanyeol” is “Come back, don’t you realise I’ll go wherever you go” because Chanyeol just follows Baekhyun everywhere and there are a few moments where Chanyeol just looks whipped by Baekhyun.
The song is self explanatory. They fukin, they know they shouldn’t be fukin, but they are anyway cause they’re too obsessed with each other and they don’t give a shit. You can imagine either Chanyeol or Baekhyun’s perspectives for this one.
This song is also self explanatory but it’s just THEM you know?? They both have so much power over each other and are each other’s strength and I like this song a lot just because it sings from two of the same perspectives of two people who are just everything to each other.
Look just look up the English lyrics for this there is such a massive Chanbaek vibe it makes me wanna punch Chanyeol in the god damn face because it especially makes me think from Chanyeol’s perspective since Chanyeol just sometimes stares at that boy with the most adoring eyes and gOd dAMMIT
This song doesn’t really have any lyrics, I don’t know how to explain it but it just gives me really soft Chanbaek feels. Like it just gives me that whole vibe of Chanyeol and Baekhyun just thinking of each other and being happy mushy messes asdfgh look I don’t know but this song is so sweet to me.
This song is an absolute classic. I see this more from Baekhyun’s perspective because I feel like Baekhyun really looks up to Chanyeol a lot for being so self confident and talented and basically have properties he just really admires and loves, but Baekhyun just sees himself as someone not suited to be with Chanyeol yet he still wants Chanyeol to just notice him and be around him. This song is really gorgeous to me and honestly if you haven’t heard it HOW HAVEN’T YOU HEARD IT it is really so heart wrenching.
Fuck do I really love this song at the moment like REALLY!! This gives me a really really big Chanbaek vibe and I really want to make a video with this and let me explain WHY! BASICALLY person A (singer) has a kind of influence over person B and person B’s whole being just gets asdfgh when person A is around so they hold it in around person A. However, at first person A doesn’t want to see anything sexual or romantic with person B because they’re just friends but even though person A is constantly thinking about person B they WON’T ADMIT IT!! Person A is Chanyeol and person B is Baekhyun. NOW PLEASE LET ME EXPLAIN SOME OF THE LYRICS SO YOU ALL GET WHAT I SEE IN THIS SONG!
“I’m not confused, it’s just you’re making me think of all our conversations missing their link” - This is Chanyeol (look I am just saying Chanyeol not person A at this point) thinking about all the conversations they’ve had that seem to end on really open suggestions or can be taken as something MORE than friends LOOK IT’S HARD TO EXPLAIN but it’s just a strong line to me!
“And my dick takes over, and I’m thinkin’ bout your lips” - Listen I’m only putting this in here because you guys would just chuck a giggle at the dick part BUT the reason it says that is because IT IS CHANYEOL NOT THINKING REASONABLY and he just suddenly starts thinking about Baekhyun and how gorgeous he is and he can’t control his thoughts. THE LINE IS NOT MEANT TO BE LAUGHED AT I ACTUALLY LIKE THIS LINE.
“It seems the key was not to peek through the locks” - Chanyeol knows Baekhyun likes him and it’s because he looked too into things and found things out and he wish he didn’t because now he’s thinking and feeling these things that he shouldn’t be thinking and feeling and it’s made their relationship awkward and fuckign I really love this song.
“But all your makeup’s running and I’m walking you home” + “But all those pretty people are still going home” - THIS IS LIKE okay I love this because it’s basically saying Chanyeol can just get boned by anyone like he can just go out and have a good fuck by some gorgeous person (hence the ‘all those pretty people’ line) but he DOESN’T he stays with BAEKHYUN who may just be crying over something and Chanyeol doesn’t have to deal with that but he still DOES and even if Baekhyun isn’t acting badly drunk he will STILL bring Baekhyun back home with him and let him stay the night (but not for sexual things literally just to sleep because THAT’S THE POINT!!)
“But we’re too damn sober for mistakes like this” - Okay THIS line is THE WHOLE POINT OF THE SONG because what it’s saying is we could get drunk and we could just fuck and both have a good time BUT they know that’s WRONG and Chanyeol ESPECIALLY knows that’s a mistake because Baekhyun loves him. SO the song line is we both know what’s going on here to not just let go and indulge in each other AND IF THAT ISN’T THE MOST ASDGH
Look I don’t know if you guys can see Chanbaek in this but I REALLY love this god damn song and I’ve listened to it so much help m e.
Okay well that’s all I got for that sorry this was so long but yes my music taste is a bit everywhere but still ENJOY THOSE SONGS!!
(also if you don’t like chanbaek I’m sorry this was probably really cringey for you and I just wanna point out I don’t believe that they are or aren’t real I am very on the fence about a lot of idol relationships simply because we just really can’t know)
For James Monroe Iglehart — who played the Genie for three years in the Disney musical and won a Tony Award for the role in 2014 — the answer is Hamilton. In the Broadway hip-hop phenomenon, he now plays Marquis de Lafayette and Thomas Jefferson — the dual roles originated by Daveed Diggs, fellow Tony winner and cohort in the rap group Freestyle Love Supreme.
“His advice to me was, ‘Stop listening to the soundtrack and bring your James swagger to the role, because you got the rapping down,” said Iglehart of Diggs. “Once I got his vote of approval, I felt great. A lot of people really don’t know I do hip-hop, so they’ve been pretty surprised so far.”
Iglehart, 42, goes Off Script with The Hollywood Reporter to talk ferry videos, favorite celebrity guests and spoofing the Matilda musical on Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt.
What’s the biggest difference between Aladdin and Hamilton audiences?
Both audiences are fantastic, but the Hamilton audiences will often mouth along. I’m like, “Please Lord, don’t let me mess up these words because they know everything I’m about to say!” It’s like a rock concert — people have sometimes been waiting to see this for a year or two. It’s so cool to see adults amped and hyped for something like this.
What’s the best part about playing your characters?
I love them both for different reasons. Lafayette is youthful, hungry and energetic and raps fast with something to say. But Jefferson, this uppity aristocrat, just enjoys being, for lack of a better word, a prick to Hamilton. I’ve always played such nice people, so to play somewhat of a “villain” is so much fun.
What helps you most when making that character transition?
During intermission, I sing through “What’d I Miss?” while putting on Jefferson’s purple outfit. Instantly, the whole attitude changes.
What’s the toughest part about these roles?
The lyrical [density] actually wasn’t the big issue because after I had to be quite fast when I played the Genie. But I wasn’t ready for the physical demands of this show. A couple of us nickname the show “The Stairmaster Show.” We have the best butts on Broadway — we’re literally always running up and down steps, not only to our dressing room but also onstage, and there’s no one immune to it.
What’s something special in your dressing room?
A picture of my wife and I from college, and my magnet collection: Batman, a ton of Marvel characters, Transformers’ Optimus Prime and Megatron, plus some Tinkerbell and Phineas and Ferb. I’m always collecting new ones for my wall and door.
Best stage door reaction so far?
In my second week, there was a young girl from France who didn’t speak any English and knew the show phonetically. She wanted to do Lafayette’s introduction in “Guns and Ships” for me, and it was the cutest thing in the world. I wish I could do it as well as she can. […]