Song: Hey Lover Artist: Blake Mills Year: 2010 Why it’s Dope: Great production that is warm and vivid, catchy chorus that is laid-back and fun, solid guitar lines that are memorable and relaxed, and interesting lyrics that add a worthwhile wrinkle to the tune.
Requested by @kekerocks154pink : Hi :) can I have a dracoxreader imagine where the reader is American and when she gets sorted into slythering Draco is super flirty & reader just like bitch please on the outside but inside she’s like OMFG!! please and thanks 😊
A chorus of jittery anticipation ripples through the Great Hall like disrupted water; rhythmically accompanying the percussion of your thumping heart.
“An American?” “The hell are they doing here?!” “They’re not aliens, Ronald.” “I don’t like Americans.” “Stop being so unjustifiably bigoted!” Fragments of unrepressed converstations reach your pounding ears. Naturally, your confidence plummets.
Gently resting your aching forehead against the oak doors, you revel in the coolness it provides. You’d been at Ilvermorny for the most part of your school years and had become greatly fond of the magic school. Unfortunately however, your parents had decided to now send you here as apparently, Hogwarts is considered to be the most “desired” school to send your child to.
A firm hand grasping your shoulder jolts you from your position. You look back to see the sympathetic, albeit stern, face of Professor McGonagall.
“It’s time for your sorting, Miss (Y/L/N).” she gestures authoratively. You nod shakily in reply. Pausing momentarily, you let the agonisingly loud buzz of chatter eliminate all the stress and anxiety coursing through you. Mindfulness: handy method of keeping unwanted thoughts at bay. You heave in a deep breath before composedly striding through the Doors of Inescapable Judgement.
“SLYTHERIN!” the oddly charismatic Sorting Hat bellows to the room. The table to the far right erupts in cheers and applause. You don’t miss the sanctimonious smirks emitting from them as you elegantly stride towards it.
You catch the piercing gaze of an unquestionably handsome Slytherin boy not too far from where you’re stood. Conveniently, a vacant seat lays oposite him.
Your delicate face holds a slight smirk as you saunter towards the seat and sit gracefully. The and the infuriating pointing begins. The Slytherins surrounding you stare reproachfully. Almost as though they’re assessing and judging every aspect of you; though undoubtedly interested in what qualities you may possess. Dirty looks and silent sneers are shared between one another and directed at you. You growl quietly under your breath.
“I’m Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.” The platinum haired boy which had intrigued you only moments ago regains your attention. You drink in his angelic-seeming figure, closely. From the impeccable strands of his platinum hair to his cobalt irises which bind you into place; almost like the feeling of being put under the petrification spell.
You raise your eyebrows slightly. Use of his surname before his first…If you’re to guess, you’d say that he comes from a rather well-known family, possibly even feared, and is proud enough that he flaunts whatever power comes with the name. That, and he’s most likely an arrogant prick. Well, a debonair one at that.
“(Y/L/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” you mimic teasingly. There’s something you can’t quite place about him that you find mysterious.
He rests his arms upon the mahogany table and leans closer to you. Dazedly staring transfixed as a seductive smirk spreads across his face, you barely catch his words.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N).” he says lowly. The drum in your chest resumes its frantic performance. For fear of blushing and allowing his devilish antics to get to you, you fold your arms in indignance.
“Likewise.” you say with a hint of sass.
Disbelief and wonder consume your expression as a vast assortment of ambrosial foods.
“Do they not teach magic at Ilvermorny?” Draco laughs. The Slytherins within ear-shot snigger in response.
“Well aren’t you funny?” you say dryly in a manner of well disguised awe at the sound of his laugh.
“Apparently so.” he smirks evily. He lifts a pale hand and brushes a lock of your (H/C) hair behind your ear while leaning closer. “So tell me then, what do they teach you there?” he asks huskily.
The table erupts into demeaning laughter at his question. This time you can’t hold in a blush at the suggestive smoothness which seems to just emit from him.
You watch him move away slightly and stare at you with a daring and triumphant expression. After a moment you say, “I gurantee a whole lot more than you’ve ever experienced.” you smirk and wet your lips slightly. The Slytherin’s all chime in with, “oooooohhhhhs” at your comment and you cock your head slightly at Draco who seems to be at a loss for words.
This time it’s you who leans in, “I suppose I could help you learn, sometime. Granted you can keep up with my pace.” you mutter seductively and then continue eating as though nothing is out of the ordinary.
Though when you look up at Draco, you can’t help but snigger at his dazedly shocked expression.
even tho its like 9 minutes long, ive listened to it 15 odd times now becuz its so good and doesnt feel that long at all. its the best post-90s shoegaze song for me to be honest, check those guitars!!!
Let me tell you about the women that I be chilling with Told me nobody love her and so she cut her wrist Not enough for the hospital but cut it close That’s why she want to get high because she’s feeling low Told me pour me a vodka, pill and little smoke So I could numb her insides and we will never know
my favorite part of great comet is when the chorus says “pierre the cuckold sits at home, the poor man” and then pierre turns to the audience and says “no, I am enjoying myself at home this evening!” and then natasha starts talking about how hot hélène is like surprise they’re all gay
Spreading the Disease was
chock full of lovable and enthusiastic traditional metal, with “The Enemy”
especially standing out as one of Anthrax’s great dark horses. Before they went straight thrash on Among the Living and firmly rooted
themselves among the Big 4, Anthrax was happily storming the gates with a more
straightforward chugging sound whose only real nods to thrash came in the form
of gang-vocal choruses and Charlie Benante’s trashcan drumming, and even if
their legend would be defined one album later, Spreading the Disease remains one of their best albums, as well as
perhaps their most likable. “The Enemy”
was a bit simplistic in its description of Nazi Germany, but Scott Ian
got the essential points down, and Joey Belladonna delivered his finest vocal
performance singing these lines. But
although Belladonna was a hell of a find, the glory of this song was found in
the charging primary riff and belligerently fist-pumping chorus: Anthrax would
write many great moshers in their career, but “The Enemy” was one of their best
epic headbangers, as its seemingly smooth vocals gave way to an ominous bridge
before slamming into that amazing chorus.
And connecting it all was the band’s genuine love for this style of
music, which not only gave the tune an infectious energy, but made it truly
come alive. Heavy metal in the mid ‘80s
simply didn’t get much more enjoyable than this.