the them is the music business

And we all know he was probably very polite and sensible while proposing his/their new ideas for the band. We’ve seen him give his opinion with the choreographer, we’ve seen how he is with the crew. This ppl can’t stand that he brought something real to the manufactured boyband one direction was supposed to be.
They saw this five kids to the industry with actual ideas that WORKED while they were just working with a business plan but louis brought real artistry and so much feeling to their music AND they still managed to make them all the money they wanted. This people will never forgive him for not being the young innocent kid that only had one chance at being succesful and instead dared to raise his voice to people that were far more experienced in the industry. They won’t ever forgive him for being right.

  • Taylor Swift: I'm making a decision to pull my music from Spotify as a business move to support lesser known artists
  • People: You're just greedy and a cold calculating corporate devil!!
  • Taylor Swift: I'm trademarking specific lyrics written in certain designs that my graphic designers made so fake companies can't steal them and take advantage of my fans or take money away from my staff also I literally own these designs so I can do that and literally everyone does this
  • People: See!! Money hungry business devil!!
  • Taylor Swift: *dates anyone, tweets about her cats, doesn't tweet for a few weeks, wears a red shirt instead of a blue shirt*
  • People: THIS IS A PR STUNT!! THIS IS A BUSINESS MOVE!! YOU'RE A COLD AND CALCULATING BUSINESS WOMAN!!
  • Taylor Swift: Katy Perry tried to sabotage my Red Tour by messing with my dancers' contracts
  • People: ur just stupid and and have no business experience
Act 1 Update

Hey everyone, Cohen here, creative director and head writer for Hiveswap. Hopefully you’re reading this after watching the new trailer. If you haven’t watched it, go watch it. If you have watched it, go watch it again. It doesn’t cost anything, and, more importantly, no one can stop you.

OK, now you’re back. Wow. Wasn’t that dynamite? I agree.

Anyway, just wanted to give you a quick rundown on the status of Hiveswap: Act 1. We’re very, very excited about

THE GAME: The game is good, folks. It’s gorgeous, and fun, and the music is outstanding, and people say it’s pretty funny, too? We’ll see! All that’s thanks to

THE TEAM: We’ve got a great team full of outrageously skilled people, and over the next few weeks we’re going to be talking to them here about the work they’ve done for Hiveswap: Act 1. If you’ve wondered, possibly aloud, possibly at length, about why we haven’t done more of that before, it’s because they’ve been too busy doing all that work! Busy, busy bees with no time for chatter.

It’s a practice that is potentially frustrating for fans, though, which is why we’re going to be parting the curtain a little more. Because, of course, what you really want at this moment is for me to

SAY MORE ABOUT THE GAME, IDIOT: Right! So, the game is nearly done. It’s taken us a while, but we’re committed to bringing you the game you deserve, even if it means delivering it later than you deserved it. Some things take longer to implement or polish than we anticipate, but our intent is not to mislead you. I promise. We want to keep you in the loop as much as we can.

But…it’s a difficult juggling act for us. We’re trying to make a game that is fun, funny, and beautiful, and we haven’t compromised on quality in order to get it out quicker. On the other hand, we DO want to talk to you about how it’s going! On yet a third hand (or maybe back to the first hand, now hidden behind my back), we’re also committed to not spoiling every mystery the game has before you actually get to play it. These interviews we’ll be doing are our way of striking the balance between these three hands (possibly two hands, with one in flux).

The next time you hear a release date from us, it’ll be because the game is about to launch. In the meantime, we thank you, one last time, for your continued patience and understanding.

the signs introverted vs. extroverted

Aries:
 introverted: shy but bubbly and really nice, likes to spend a lot of time with those they know and love, doesn’t like to leave the house too much, might be lazy
 extroverted: loud, might seem rude, but really they’re just honest, isn’t afraid to speak up for themselves ot those they love, alway doing something, loves adventures

Taurus:
 introverted: very reserved, will want to you to do the first step, generally just doesn’t like meeting new people and likes to spend time indoors, most likely a music lover
 extroverted: optimistic fluff balls, friends with EVERYONE, emotional but positive thinkers, love to go out a lot, especially near nature

Gemini:
 introverted: might seem kind of distant, doesn’t like to talk about their emotions even when they’re sad, emotional, but really good with children
 extroverted: very intelligent and quick thinking, comes up with the best ideas and solutions to problems, talks to many people and has a lot of friends, likes to be busy, work on something

Cancer:
 introverted: shy, but smiles quite a lot, still able to make friends easily, but uses earbuds a lot and likes to have someone they know around them most of the time
 extroverted: liked by everyone, makes people laugh, likes to spend time with children (and children love them), natural story teller

Leo:
 introverted: resting bitch face, actually cares a lot though, might not have problems with going outside or anything but doesn’t talk to many people
 extroverted: talks to pretty much ANYONE, big and kind heart, buys gifts for friends, does the ebst sleepovers/ parties

Virgo:
 introverted: doesn’t like to go outside too often, probably looks like they don’t even want to talk to you, actually cares though, seems busy, always working on something, perfectionist
 extroverted:
kind of weird, talks a lot, but often it’s also about some serious topics, curious person and likes to learn, judgemental, but can appreceate things as well

Libra:
 introverted: thinks a lot, home oriented, sensitive, will be nice to you even if they don’t like you, super shy, usually good at playing musical instrument
 extroverted: fearless (except spiders), isn’t afraid to do pretty much anything, nothing can stop them, likes to flirt, probably really popular among their friends, kind to everyone

Scorpio:
 introverted: talkative, uses sarcasm or has offensive sense of humour, really confident in themselves, isn’t afraid to speak up, actually very intelligent most of the time
 extroverted: v reserved, quiet, looks tough, actually cares a lot, might complain often, home anf family oriented, sometimes tends to overthink

Sagittarius:
 introverted: looks serious and professional, hardworking person, cares a lot about their appereance and the way they show themselves, nervous easily
 extroverted: very competitive, loud, they’re ‘everywhere’, looks confident, is confident, being in love with them is one huge adventure

Capricorn:
 introverted: the very definition of socially awkward, really doesn’t talk much, usually passionate about something and they spend a lot of time doing it, the biggest ovethinkers you’ll ever meet
 extroverted: might look mean or selfish, but they’re literally the funniest people ever, pays for food, loves to go to parties, cares about their appereance a lot

Aquarius:
 introverted: most likely good at math, really doesn’t talk much, doesn’t like to leave the house too much, has their own world, might tend to  be a bit naive, confused 25/8
 extroverted: one of the most talkative people you’ll ever meet, super curious, likes to go on adventures and hang out with their friends a lot, kind of nerds, but really sweet

Pisces:
 introverted: people still love them, looks tough but is very emotional and sensitive, hardworking, 98% of the time, they have something with themselves that reminds them of home
 extroverted: leader material, likes to be the centre of the attention, amazing acting skills, makes friends easily, smiles a lot

KPOP boy groups in 2020

bts: still so much teen angst. rapmonster ran out of novels to base the mv’s on, therefore their newest concept contains spongebob references., hoseoks face is now used as the sun on korean weather forecasts, jungkook has accidentally one a gold medal at the olympic games. twice.

ikon: haven’t had a comeback in years. YG claims they’re still working on it, but he actually put them somewhere in his dungeon, he can’t just remember WHERE

exo: all busy with their solo activities, the only thing they released this year is a compilation of baekhyun screaming while playing video games. still win ‘album of the year’

big bang: the korean anthem is now fantastic baby, the flag the poster for their next comeback. this is what happens when you let G-Dragon join the military

monsta x: still haven’t won on a music show, still release awesome music, but hey, they crafted their own awards now and are still doing their thing, so it’s okay

seventeen: have lost a few members. can’t have a comeback until somebody finds an explanation why they are still called seventeen. Woozi hijacked a recording studio and is now releasing his own music. 

shinee: since sm ran out of crazy ideas for their new album their next concept features ‘the cool and elegant tunes of minnesongs of the 11th century’. they still manage to involve hip thrusts and shirtless performances. so authentic. 

got7: bambam managed to become a huge internet meme, retired from being a singer because ‘he achieved anything he ever dreamed of’ 

How I see kpop groups and their traits

Exo: referred to as gods by the future generation; they could release an album full of high pitched screaming and still would make the best selling kpop album; china line who?; we are 1 what?; korean members with chinese stage names; don’t let the satan near you; yehet, kkaebsong; give Sehun lines

Bts: from nowhere to everywhere; hyperactive kids making good music; kids with mental health issues doing vanalism; they look at you - you faint;  shit down, beach - bitch?, ikskjuz miii; zoo; give Jin lines

Ikon: B.I, Bobby and friends; favoritism by yg; “the next bigbang”, but yg seems to forget about them so does the crowd; being hyped up then ending up disappointed; capable of doing good music but refuses to; give chanwoo lines

Got7: no mvs in the future just videos of them dabbing; b side tracks always better than the titles; acrobatics until their neck breaks; not so creative fandom name; bamx2 is big; jaCSon, hard carry by Monsta x

Winner: searching for them - error404: nowhere to be found; somewhere in the yg building; Taehyun had enough shit, wants his own band, searching for members through tumblr; capable of being unique, yg aint letting them; let them break out   

Day6: now 5live, nope, day8, members: sungjin, wonpil, dowoon, youngk, jae, chicken little, brian, younghyun; the one who has a stage name but seems like everyone is forgetting about it; dancing king; hashtag king; let dowoon sing

Astro: too much sugar in my eyes i can’t see; too pure for you; won’t ever do other than cute concepts;  michael jackson; giant maknae; voice cracks for life; new generation of flower boys

Seventeen: too many; pledis has a thing for girly boys; pledis’ only income; leg breaking choreos; adore u remakes as title tracks; no dark concepts in the future; sebeuntin; carrots, mounteen; slipping here and there; dino nugu aegi; thughao, 10:10; divaboo; noone looks like suga; jeongcheol, meanie; give china line lines

Vixx: concept kings but kinda ran out of concepts; oldschool kpop feel; from vixx ravi to solo ravi - full upgrade; one of the prettiest fandom names; endless leader bullying; serial killer; let the maknae line sing

Shinee: going strong since 2008; people seem to pay less attention to them; taemin upgraded; weird fashion taste - key; cola cola; don’t sleep on them

Infinite: dope intros - give you chills; old kpop sound, unique sound; scorpion dance, live singing + synchronized choreos; dinosaur who’s laugh can be heard without a mic; endless leader and maknae bullying; saved woollim; give sungyeol and sungjong lines

Monsta x: future strippers; stuck between hiphop and sexy concepts; wtf is going on here mvs, gay mvs; cringiest fandom name; weird noises by the rapper; damn daniel; how to learn hungarian by changkyun; abs, memes; ten years later: waiting for their first win; mosta x, moista x, monster x;  give hyungwon lines; 

Bigbang: legends; noone can dance, too lazy to dance; fashionistas; min hyorin; yg = bigbang

B.a.p: started to rise - shit happened - nobody cares about them anymore; getting killed or killing others in mvs; unappreciated dancers and rappers; high notes for life; actual meaningful lyrics

Block b: zico and the boys; biggest weirdos of them all; no friendship just business; give jaehyo lines

Nct: taeyong and the boys; pouring salt at the wounds; mess of a noise music; rotating as much that i can already see the tornado; dozens of units; horrible fashion; unnecessary ps; damn hoverboard skills; great vocals being hidden; johnny somehow managed to get out; let hansol free; give lines to everyone

Pentagon: putting them through an unnecessary scripted survival show to make people foget about some disbanded groups (4minute); sm and yg let some gems slip out from their hands, at least they are not in the dungeon; giants and dwarfs; ugly crying; lame jokes; ultrasound screams; nudity; wooyu; yutoda; give shinwon lines

Btob: being forgotten by cube; weird, extra; slowly turning into a ballad group; is minhyuk a rapper?; give peniel lines

Beast: what is happening with u cube? shit happened; new name - bea5t?;  lost their spirit after shit happned; great lives 

Suju: waiting for ot15; shit still happening; growing out of kpop; concepts don’t match their age; still waiting for kibum; don’t forget about zhoumi & henry; diaries of a married man; being succesful in the military

Nu’est: best debut song ever; had the most potential as a rookie group; pledis messed up; now they’re popular anywhere besides korea; getting worse and worse title songs; aesthetic mvs; creative fandom name; again pledis has a thing for girly boys

Ft Island: hongki and the others; awesome dope music (let’s not count puppy here); people don’t appreciate quality music anymore; this gem is lost in the ocean of cute, badass & hiphop concepts; pretty fandom name

Cnblue: another gem; better japanese releases; boring new songs because they have to fit into the kpop standard; yonghwa’s unique teeth; visuals; let the others sing

SF9: another group coming from a survival show; covering their seniors’ songs so they can’t even recognize them; thumbs up for the K.O choreography; don’t go with them to amusement parks; deep af voice maknae; park jimin 2.0; hwiyoung got them lines in roar

KNK: a bunch of idiots - literally; tall af; models af; old school kpop feels; if you hear someone laugh hysterically from afar it’s probably them; falling dramatically to the floor while doing so; choking sounds; don’t let them feed you; horlolololo; astro x knk; bullying sanha

2PM: definition of men; hella hot bodies; starting to be unknown; when was their latest first win?; manly concepts; awesome vocals; the rap is still meh; go crazy is a jam y’all; great actors

U-Kiss: so many member changes; lit songs, but not getting appreciation; don’t complain about your faves not getting 1st place like 2 months after debut - it took for them years; the first kpop fathers; they need a comeback soon

B1A4: great vocals again; don’t let them being forgotten; cnu just rocks the short hair admit it; baby i’m sorry is one of the best kpop songs; but great ballads as well

Teen top: they need to go back to their previous style; cap rocking them tattoos; hilariously funny group - watch their weekly idol; promoting as five now - anticipate their comeback

Everyone please note that i dont mean to offend neither the groups neither the fans. its just for fun and me being 100% sarcastic by these statements. i love and respect these groups with all my heart!
sorry, its a bit long.

The clique often forgets how creative and introspective Josh is.

Yes, Tyler writes the music and sings the words. Yes, Josh is the quieter of the duo, and doesn’t often express what he’s thinking through lyrics. But as I was scrolling through his tumblr, I realized how creative and appreciative of beautiful things he is. Some of his older posts on instagram had poems on them, as well as his older tumblr posts. And if he wasn’t creating, he was reposting and appreciating poetry and poetry books and art and music. 

And he is also so strong. Tyler was strong as well, but Josh’s struggles are sometimes forgotten. Not only long ago when he was struggling with major anxiety, but also recently. You can see on his tumblr timeline when he went through a very hard time (i would suspect it was his breakup but his relationship is not my business so I won’t delve further into that). Josh has been through a lot, but he still creates and drums and loves with his whole heart.

He appreciates everything that has gotten him this far as well. The music, the people, the words. He loves all of those things will his whole heart, and its very apparent. He’s donated to so many charities, and really wants to do some good in this world. I can see that he views the world in the same light that an artist does. 

I think Josh has a wildly beautiful mind: something we often forget as he tends to be quieter onstage.

The Importance of Being Louis

While I’ve never discounted Louis’ leadership in 1D, it’s become obvious I haven’t fully appreciated his importance.  The unmistakable 1D sound is not 1/5 or ¼ due to Louis - without his insistence and persistence there would likely not be a distinct 1D sound at all.  It’s not exactly shocking news that pretty much the entire One Direction team (outside of the lads themselves) never had an inkling of them surviving beyond five years.  Ironically, it’s not the lads who’ve become bitter, or dried up has-beens, so much as those who tried to force them into that flash-in-the-pan, boy-band mold.  I don’t doubt that Harry understands the music business, but Louis recognized where the band could prosper (long term) and pushed in that direction.  

I saw something really special in the boys X-Factor covers, but that wasn’t enough to give them a career.  The boys were charming and good looking - their musical performances felt so earnest - they immediately connected with their target audience.  Savan gave them a great start in the business - the first two albums were huge hits with the boy-band audience.  The boys themselves were a huge hit too - their personalities even more than their looks (that point being largely overlooked by HQ.)  The popularity of early 1D (much as it is today) was two-fold:  Fans loved the music and they loved the boys individually and as a group.  (It’s not so much what they are - good looking, talented boys as who they are as people.)

I had long wondered who was behind the arrangements of their X-Factor covers.  Now it seems clear that Savan had a big hand in them.  To a large extent, he did a brilliant job with the boys, but he certainly could have afforded to give Louis and Niall a little chance to shine vocally.  Unfortunately, he wrote them off as “passengers” from the very beginning.

When Midnight Memories dropped the boys became young men.  The album is a bit all over the place, but their talent shines through.  They proved they could carry their audience into new sounds.  They could tackle diverse styles of music convincingly while always maintaining a certain One Direction flavor.  Two things would have happened if Louis hadn’t forced the issue of more creative control:  The lads would have become less and less earnest and convincing in their performance of the same old boy-band fare.  The fan base would not have expanded, but gradually withered away as young teen girls grew into more mature sounds.  The lads wanted more than the tried and true middling sameness of the music they were expected to produce.  They wanted something of their own - their story - their art.

Louis and Liam created the 1D sound we know today.  I dearly love Harry and his writing, but Louis is the architect and Liam his lieutenant (writing the bulk of the last three albums.)  I’m sure all five lads wanted to move in a new direction musically, but I can’t imagine any of them had the sheer moxie - the utter temerity and audacity that Louis had to pull it off.  We know Harry has given other groups advice on sticking together against all the forces that would try to pull them apart.  No one knows this lesson better than the lads of One Direction.  The other lads had to be absolutely stalwart in support of Louis’ rebellion to make it work.  He marshaled his brothers (and his lover) into a crack fighting team.  I’m convinced Syco was left with two choices:  Give the lads substantially more creative control or say goodbye to a band that was earning billions.  Given the hubris of Simon and the blindness of Savan (to the fact that these weren’t just five pretty faces anymore) I’m sure it had to be a drastic ultimatum.

They were just five naive, rambunctious, creative boys with massive, undeveloped talent.  With the right leadership, they had the potential dominate the music world.  Did that leadership come from management, label, or writers?  No.  That desperately needed leadership came from the one who was supposedly the “least talented” of all.

God bless you Louis Tomlinson.

Some non-Love Square ML aus

Because as much as I adore the love square, there are lots of other miraculous ships that deserve more au goodness <3

Juleka/Rose: 

  • Greaser and Pink Lady au
  • friends with benefits except the benefits are weekly cuddling sessions au
  • college roommates au 
    • requires LOTS of mutual pining

Kim/Alix:

  • handcuffed together after a prank gone wrong au
  • “I’m going to hunt down and slaughter whoever keeps leaving their sweaty towel draped across my favorite treadmi- oh no they’re hot” au
  • forced to take ballet lessons to increase their athletic prowess au

Kim/Max: 

  • “I dont understand half of the words you said but I think you just asked me out???” au
  • kissing practice/ making out for the sake of science au
  • “I just watched you ingest a borderline lethal amount of caffeine so im going to babysit you to make sure you dont die” au

Bonus ot3 (Kim/Alix/Max):

  • paired up to do a semester-long project together au 
  • evil mastermind and his two (bickering) superhero nemesises au
  • “oh would you look at that, the bottle landed in between you two. guess I’ll just have to spend seven minutes in heaven with you both” au

Ivan/Mylene:

  • we both sit at the same desk in chemistry class and leave each other anonymous notes tucked inside au
  • musician and muse (not-so) au
  • tattooist and flower shop owner au

Chloe/Sabrina:

  • Princess and the Frog au 
    • bonus points if Chloe is the frog
  • met while on vacation au
  • SUGAR DATING AU 

Chloe/Marinette (most could work for Chloe/Alya too):

  • personal shopper (Marinette) or publicist (Alya) and the client from hell au
  • “every year we get sent to the same summer camp and we’re always camp rivals except wow puberty really hit you hard since last year wtf??!?!?” au
  • Wicked au

Nino/Alya:

  • rival radio hosts whom everyone in Paris ships au
  • Ladynino and Alya Noir au
  • “the optometrist accidentally switched our prescriptions so now I have to hunt you down while basically blind” au

Alya/Marinette: 

  • underpaid fabric store clerk only keeps her job because of the cute seamstress who comes in every day and overworked seamstress only visits the fabric store every day to see the gorgeous store clerk au
  • fan fic writer and fan artist who everyone in the fandom ships au
  • “hey so I hear our college grants more financial aid to married people… wanna elope?” au

Nino/Adrien:

  • RAPUNZEL AU
  • deaf!Adrien and musician!Nino au 
    • basically blind spots au but gayer
  • (NSFW) “Accidentally sent a dick pic to the wrong number but got an even better one back” au

Alya/Adrien:

  • rich kids playing pranks at society functions au (Alya’s mom is a world-renowned chef dont tell me this isn’t plausible)
  • “we’ve been yelling at each via reddit thread for weeks now and at this point I’ve kinnda forgotten what we were even fighting about wanna go grab coffee?” au
  • pen pals from childhood au

Nino/Marinette:

  • “Our families own rival businesses and technically we cant be friends but we still secretly trade macaroons for couscous on the DL” au 
  • street musician and street artist au
  • “I seriously didn’t mean to wander in to the women’s locker room but I heard you singing in the shower and I NEED to record music with you” au

Bonus OT4 (Alya/Adrien/Marinette/Nino):

  • “we’re in a famous band and our fans fight relentlessly over who to ship but jokes on them because we are all dating” au
  • stranded au
    • you could make this “overnight at the mall” or full-blown “shipwrecked on an island” I just wanna see these four snuggle STRUGGLE TOGETHER
  • “this dnd campaign started seriously but now it’s just devolved into us all flirting with one another behind the thin guises of our characters” au
  • Hamilton: I like your new pants.
  • Burr: Thanks! They were 50% off!
  • Hamilton: I'd like them better if they were 100% off.
  • Burr: The store can't just give clothes away for free.
  • Hamilton: That's not what I meant -
  • Burr: That's a terrible way to run a business, Hamilton.
There’s a difference between hating the rich in general and hating the idle rich

I choose to hate the idle rich: those who use their gains and privilege for nothing by mindless self-indulgence. There are many people of wealth and means who do so much for their communities, for people across the globe. People like Bill and Melinda Gates who donate billions each year to humanitarian aid. And then there are people who are willing to blow thousands on music festivals that inconvenience people in poor foreign countries, or whose proceeds go to supporting agendas to take away human rights (I’m looking at you Coachella) that could go to something more worthwhile.

Was what happened at Fyre Festival unfortunate? Yes, without a doubt.

Am I thoroughly displeased with the unscrupulous business practices of Ja Rule and Billy McFarland? Of course, I expect every music promoter to follow through with promises and actually cancel a venue well in advance if it looks like an event is going to go south on them.

Do I feel bad for the majority of individuals complaining about it? Not on your life.

Am I going to enjoy a perhaps larger than is healthy dose of schadenfreude over a bunch of millionaires’ spoiled brats spending a miserable weekend in a tropical paradise without the brains or wherewithal to make the best of a bad situation in a beautiful location I will most likely never be able to afford to see in my lifetime? You bet your ass I will. 

Am I glad to hear that people are going to be getting a refund and assistance back to the mainland? Indubitably. Not everyone who purchased a ticket was a member of the idle rich. Some people just happened to be a little naive and just got caught up in the chance to experience a taste of luxury and be near their favorite pseudocelebrities that they try to live vicariously through on Instagram. Some people may have been spoiled rich kids, but there had to have been some actual decent human being there as well, and I’m glad they’ll be getting assistance in going home with a valuable lesson about not trusting a flashy salesman without suffering significant financial loss over it.

But imagine

klance owning a food truck and just traveling along the coast (Keith barely argued against it because he loves seeing how happy the ocean makes Lance). They’ll play music together, Lance playing guitar and Keith singing along, and it brings customers in. Lance loves watching Keith cook the food with his hair tied up in a ponytail, tbh Keith probably hums while he cooks. Lance is positive it’s his charming good looks that bring in business and Keith always humors him (“yes babe you’re so gorgeous”, “thank you for making us so successful”) Them taking days off to explore the town and having cute touristy dates, and finding new food ideas to try out. Lance probably made the truck have a skylight, and they’ll lay together looking up at the stars for hours in a thousand different cities.

Each house when: their favourite song is being played
  • Gryffindor: *DUDE! THIS IS MY JAM but like every 3 songs literally* *will sing the entire song & you can’t stop them*
  • Hufflepuff: *squeals* *drags best friend to the dancefloor for an epic duet*
  • Ravenclaw: *closes their eyes* SHUT UP ANDERSON IM HAVING A RELIGIOUS EXPERIENCE RN
  • Slytherin: *thinks they’re enjoying it secretely* *are actually wriggling on their chair whole-heartedly lip-synching* *too busy picturing an epic choregraphy to realize it*
6

You Can Transition Out of the Streets for $5,000

Killer Mike gave listeners a bit of real world advice on how they could invest their money into businesses instead of “cloudy jewelry” or bottle service at the club.

He explained that for as little as $5,000 you can invest into a snow cone business and build your wealth from there, as he made it clear that the street life sounds cool in songs, but it’s not great in real life.

Killer Mike is so woke he wants to teach us how to run with the jewels. This is a great advice for black yourh especially. You can start planning and invest money in your future instead of spending them for parties and useless  thing to impress others. And expirience which you can earn, will cost even more than money you spend/earn.

Archie Andrews Imagine

“I Hate Parties”

Summary: Betty and Veronica were always dragging you out to parties, the only thing that makes this one any better is the arrival of the one and only Archie Andrews.

Word count: 3030

a/n: It’s way longer than I thought it was gonna be but what the heck. Sorry if it sucks but I suck so it’s appropriate.

Parties had never really been your thing. Like you liked going out sometimes, and every once in a while you would be in the mood to dance, but after a while it just felt boring. Every time you got ready on Friday nights with Betty and Veronica you would be excited; ‘This time will be different,’ you’d think to yourself. But time after time it would end up the same way with the same house of people dancing to the same music and playing the same game of beer pong. Tonight was no exception.

“Can we leave yet?” you yelled over the booming bass to B and V, trailing behind them.

Veronica turned her head to answer you, “Okay, we literally, and I mean literally, just walked in. You haven’t even had time to get bored yet!” She pushed through the crowd and led the trio to the bar in the corner of the room. “So,” she turned to you and Betty with 3 shot glasses, “shots anyone?”

You rolled your eyes and looked to Betty for a go/no-go. “I’m convinced that you have some sort of radar or sonar or something when it comes to finding alcohol” Betty joked back.

“It’s residual from my days in New York,” she said handing each of you a shot glass. “Gentlemen, to our wives and girlfriends,” she started the usual toast looking at the two of you expectantly. You turned you Betty and completed it simultaneously laughing, “May they never meet” and downed the shot, feeling the vodka burn all the way down your throat. You weren’t a huge fan of alcohol, yet another reason parties weren’t your favorite place, but being drunk was fun sometimes. Since it was the getting drunk that was the annoying part, you generally stuck to vodka. You preferred its nail polish remover taste that could get the job done faster to the slow-working, carbonated urine formally known as beer.

Just then, the music changed to “Cake by the Ocean” by DNCE, a song that was notoriously Betty’s jam. Her eyes widened and she jumped up in down in excitement. “We have to dance!” she squealed pulling your and Veronica’s wrists toward the dance floor.

“I think I’m gonna sit this one out guys,” you explained trying to get out of this inevitable public display of embarrassment.

“What, you don’t dance Chad Danforth?” Veronica teased in a very Veronica-esque way. Betty chimed in, “Because we all know how that ends, Chad dances with Ryan like the whole time”.

“It’s not that I’m too good to dance, it’s just I’m not drunk yet enough to dance”

That must have been an acceptable answer because Betty simply pointed at you and began to back away with Veronica in tow with a “Hey batter batter, hey batter batter, swang,” to which you yelled back over the growing crowd with your hands cupped around your mouth, “I’ve got to just do my thang!”

B and V faded behind an ocean of people and you were alone. Just you and the vodka. Speaking of the vodka…

You turned to the bar and poured yourself another shot and stuck your tongue out at the offensive taste. You poured some coke into a red solo cup and started to walk away then thought better. You turned around and poured some more vodka in with the coke. What? It was gonna be a long night.

You made your way through the room, deliberately avoiding the table with the jungle juice and found a dimly lit corner to lean in.

I wonder where Archie is right now? It’s not like he normally hangs out with us at parties anyway. Since they always happen after football games he usually hangs out with the rest of the team, but you were curious. You would never admit it to anyone, not even Betty or Veronica and especially not to Archie, but you’d had feelings for him for quite some time. There were times when you wanted to tell him about it, he was one of your friends after all, but you truly felt that he didn’t feel the same way. It wasn’t worth the risk.

“You like hanging out in dark corners, loner?”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. You could identify that voice anywhere: the one and only Archie Andrews.

“You like staring into dark corners, creeper?” you shot back.

Archie chuckled and approached with open arms for a friendly hug. “Hey y/n,”

“Hey Tom Brady, great game.” You pulled out from the hug but stayed standing close to him to be able to hear each other over the loud music.

He smiled, “It wasn’t exactly the Super Bowl, but thank you. So, what are you drinking?” He plucked the plastic cup out of your hand. “This isn’t the jungle juice, is it?” he questioned with a slightly alarmed but mostly joking tone. Reggie’s jungle juice was pretty famous, or more accurately infamous.

“God no,” you shook your head, “It’s just coke.”

“Good. Stay away from the jungle juice.” He took a sip and did a bit of a spit take into a nearby plant overdramatically. He looked at you with a faux-shocked expression. “Just coke, huh y/n?”

“Just coke as in mostly coke. As in there’s slightly more coke than vodka.”

“Alcohol’s illegal for people our age you know,” he warned just before he drank half of the cup’s contents.

You narrowed your eyes and leaned toward him as if trying to get a better look, “Why, you a cop?”

He glanced around, checking that the imaginary coast was clear before he leaned in. “You ever seen 21 Jump Street?”

“Ah,” you nodded.

“Yeah.” He said with a laugh, straightening his back and returned the cup to your hand. You thought his hand had lingered for a second touching yours; you were probably just imagining it. You had to be imagining it, but the moment was over before you could really be sure.

“Uh,” you tried to regain your composure. “Betty and Veronica were in the other room dancing the last time I saw them,” You offered figuring this had to be his destination. You were friends/friendly with him but they were all really close. The only reason you even knew Archie in the first place is because you had become good friends with the girls.

He shrugged his shoulders, “Okay.” He blinked at you and didn’t move. You tried to suppress the smile that was threatening to show itself. Maybe he was here for you. The electronic music blared on and you scanned the room, looking for nothing in particular in an attempt to make yourself busy, or at least make yourself look busy. The house was filled to the brim with a mix of people, some you knew, some you didn’t. People were singing and dancing and yelling and drinking and smoking and—okay, you couldn’t ignore it anymore. Archie was still looking at you! You could feel his eyes on you from the side.

You glanced at him and couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh. He was just smiling down at you like a fool. “Is… is there something I can do for you Mr. Andrews?”

He smirked, keeping a laugh to himself, “No, it’s just,” he shook his head looking down at his feet. “Nah, never mind.”

“Oh, come on! What? Do I have something on my face? Is my hair messed up?” You ran your fingers through your hair trying to fix any possible issues.

“No, you look great. I was uh,” he looked back up at you. “It was just that you looked really cute.” He shrugged his shoulders and looked off to the rest of the party, the flashing lights washing his face with a blue and red light, hitting his cheekbones in just the right way to leave a shadow in the hollows of his cheeks. It wasn’t until that moment that you really noticed how close he was standing to you. He was at max 6 inches from you; he could lean forward the tiniest bit and kiss you (if he were so inclined). It all felt too good to be true. He had to be drunk or something.

“How many drinks have you had?”

“Just the sip of your ‘mostly coke’. Why?”

For some reason this answer bothered you more than if he had been drunk. The fact that he called you ‘cute’ while being almost completely sober was, as far as you could tell, reason for alarm. “Let’s go find some drinks.” Frankly, you needed another one.

You grabbed him by the wrist so you wouldn’t lose him in the crowd and began to push through the mess of sweaty bodies toward the familiar bar. You would have made it too, if it weren’t for the jungle juice. You were walking past the table with the punch bowl of the “juice” on it, the bar was in sight, when some random drunk guy with a cup full of, you guessed it, Reggie’s famous jungle juice rammed into you, spilling the entire contents of the cup all over your shirt. Your mouth hung open and the people around you all gasped.

Archie pushed between you and the guy, “Hey man, why don’t you watch where you’re going?” There was some real anger in his voice, and you weren’t going to lie, it was pretty hot.

“Well why don’t you mind your own business?” the guy said getting right in Archie’s face. He opened his mouth to respond but before he could get anything out you put your hand on his shoulder from behind him.

“Archie?”

He looked down at you, clenching his jaw. “C’mon Arch, it’s not worth it.”

He looked back up at the guy for a moment then back down at you. The crowd that had gathered around you all waiting in anticipation for Archie’s response.

He nodded his head, “I know where the bathroom is,” the crowd of people returned to their former activities with sounds of general dismay that there hadn’t been a fight. “Let’s go see what the damage is.” He grabbed your hand in his and led you in the opposite direction as the bar, down a hallway, and into a bathroom.

It was pretty dark in the house so you couldn’t really see how badly it had spilled on your shirt yet. Archie closed the door behind you while you felt around on the wall for a light switch. You flipped on the switch and he immediately gasped sharply.

“Is it that bad?” you asked. You couldn’t being yourself to look in the mirror yet.

“No… I mean it’s…” He tried to think of some consolation to give, unsuccessfully. “Yeah, it is that bad.”

You hesitantly turned to face the mirror, squinting enough to delay the inevitable. Your eyes sprung open and you found that yes, it truly was that bad.

“Oh my god.”

“I told you.”

“This shirt ruined! How am I supposed to wear this for the rest of the night?”

“Well, you did say you wanted to find another drink. I guess it found you first,” You looked at him in the mirror and rolled your eyes. “And I did warn you to stay away from the jungle juice” he laughed getting a closer look at the stain.

You turned to him and sighed, “I have to go home. There’s no way I can walk around like this.” You still didn’t like parties, and this was no exception, but you were actually getting to hang out with Archie alone. This was just your luck.

“Take my shirt,” He blurted out, rather loudly.

“Take your shirt? Like the one you’re wearing right now? Arch as much as I’m sure that every girl at this party would love to see you walking around shirtless, neither of us are at that point of drunkenness yet.”

“It’s fine. Even if you’re got my jersey, I’ve still got my letterman,” he countered, already peeling off his jacket and throwing it on the floor. “It’s not like I’ll be completely shirtless.” You thought about this for a moment before hesitantly nodding your head in agreement. You really didn’t want this night to end just yet. Plus, shirtless Archie.

You took off your stained t-shirt and threw it in the trash, no stain remover was powerful enough to work on that jungle juice. You stood awkwardly in just your plain black bra. You definitely had cuter, but you hadn’t planned on anyone, especially not Archie, seeing you shirtless tonight. Archie pulled off his jersey leaving both of you half naked. And let me tell you he was built with a capital B. Just as he was handing you the jersey, the bathroom door flings open. It seems neither of you had remembered to lock it in the chaos of the dark.

Kevin Keller stumbled into the room, clearly at least a little bit intoxicated. It took him a second but when he finally realized what he had walked into, at least what it looked like he had walked into, his eyes widened dramatically taking in the scene. It was understandable. You were sure this looked a lot worse than it really was.

“Oops!” he exclaimed.

“Kevin, it’s really not what it looks like,” you tried to explain to him with your hands out in front of you as if trying to calm a wild animal.

“Don’t even worry about it you guys. Your secret’s safe with me,” he tried to wink at you but the alcohol in his system just turned it into a sloppy blink. This sentiment did nothing to ease your concern. Kevin was not the person people told secrets to. Kevin was the person people told when they wanted the whole town to know something.

Archie tried to stop him too, “No, Kevin man, it’s not like that. Her shirt just-“

“Hey, you don’t have to explain yourselves to me. I always knew Archie - Y/n would happen. Don’t you worry about a thing. My lips are sealed.” He stumbled out of the bathroom and Archie quickly shut the door behind him, locking it this time.

You both stood in an awkward silence for a few seconds, neither of you knowing exactly what to say.

After about 30 seconds you asked already knowing the answer, “He’s definitely going to go tell Betty and Veronica about this, right?”

“I’m sure they already know.”

You nodded your head and took the jersey from his hand. He slung on the jacket and waited for you. You pulled his jersey over your head. It was big on you but not too big. It smelled like Archie. It felt right. He opened the door and you followed him out of the room, only for him to stop abruptly. You ran into him and then peered over his shoulder at what had stopped him. Who else but Cheryl Blossom joined by Josie at her side.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” she said in her Cheryl way, her eyes scanning up and down. “The quarterback and the rando hooking up at a party together. How cliché. Doesn’t this feel like a bad 80’s rom-com?”

Josie joined in, “Who’s Molly Ringwald in this situation?”

“I’m like Breakfast Club Molly Ringwald and Y/n’s like Sixteen Candles Molly Ringwald. That makes Archie Jake Ryan!”

Neither of you had the patience to try and explain the situation to her. Archie grabbed your hand pulling you in the other direction down the hallway. “It’s been a pleasure as usual Cheryl,” he yelled behind him.

Over the blaring music, you could just make out her say “Or maybe she’s more Pretty in Pink Molly Ringwald…”

He pulled you through a different part if the house to a patio where a few random couples were making out. They were taking up all the seating and he scratched his head not knowing where to go.

“Why don’t we just sit in the grass?” you suggested. You walked over to a far part of the lawn that was dark but still lit by the moon. The music was muffled and distant, present enough that would could have private conversation, but still muted. He sat down crisscross applesauce style and you followed suit, chuckling to yourself. You both sat with your forearms resting on your knees, leaving only a couple of inches between each other.

“We’re finally alone.” He stated quietly, sounding satisfied. The moon lit up half of his face and his fiery locks glinted as he tilted his head.

“Yeah, that’s why I come to parties. To be alone. Just me and two-hundred of my closest friends.” You breathed sarcastically.

He grinned at your reply. He looked at you for a moment. Just really looked at you. He was really seeing you.

He looked away timidly, “You look good in my jersey you know.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Yeah?” He nodded his head. You considered how to reply. “Well I guess I’m just gonna have to try out for the football team then.”

“Or,” He leaned in even closer, “alternatively,” his lips just centimeters from yours, “you could just…” He pressed his lips to yours, lightly but passionately, like it was something he’d been wanting to do for a long time. His lips were soft and it felt right, he felt right. It only lasted a couple of seconds but it felt like forever, in a good way. He pulled back and all you could both do was grin at each other.

All of a sudden, a mess of loud yelling coming from the house caught both of your attention. “Woo!!!” “Oh yeah!!!” “Get it!!!” “Hashtag Archie-Y/n!!!” Veronica and Betty were hanging out of a window calling out to the two of you. You looked up at the sky in embarrassment and Archie just shook his head at them, laughing. They pumped their fists and chanted “OTP, OTP, OTP…”

Archie stood up and put his hand out to pull you up, “Do you wanna go to Pop’s? Or anywhere that isn’t right here?” “Gladly,” you agreed, “I hate parties.”

what certain musicals remind me of (part 1):
  • dear evan hansen: the smell of my vocal coach's perfume, shades of blue, clean white kitchen counters, new york city at night, sobbing at the final performance during bows and taking off your shoes and dancing in a lake, the water lapping around your ankles.
  • hamilton: old books, holding hands with someone you love and laughing with them, cast parties, busy streets full of happy people, the sound of boots clicking on pavement, and black lace.
  • bye bye birdie: staying up late on skype with your internet friends, hugging, cute short boys, cute tall girls,street lamps and first times.
  • grease: dancing for hours and hours, laying on the back of your s/o's car all sweaty and exhausted, cherry coke, lipstick, fingers that always need something to hold, loud music, and late night carnival trips.
  • la la land: stars, dropping coffee on yourself, warm nights, summer, movie dates, holding hands, talking about your dreams for hours, soft lighting, not a drop of sexual tension, and peppermint gum.

You’re in my arms and all the world is calm. The music playing on for only two.

A very rushed drawing for soriku day because to day was busy, but I desperately wanted to put something out today. I won’t let something as frivolous as an occupation get in the way of soriku day. nope.

anonymous asked:

Hi :) I know everyone's going on about Kiwi being about babygate, but I really think it might be about the music industry in general, using stunts as an inspiration. If you consider the female in the song being the industry it makes sense because it appears in a way tempting and desireable (but in the end it's really not as great as it seems), but he is also being pushed and has no control (and will in a way regret getting involved with it). I love your blog and I hope you'll consider the idea!

Hi!

Thank you for your kind words.

Your point about the music industry is a really good one. I think “Kiwi” is, in a way, about the unsavory aspects of the industry.

“MMITH” expresses the ambivalence of being caught in between– wanting to advance, but knowing there are consequences. It can be interpreted as an addiction of sorts (with mentions of morphine).

“Kiwi” offers another take on this addiction. The metaphor is an addiction to the sort of girl/ love that everyone likes.

The cigarettes, the intellect, the hard liquor, the marks of a glamorous rock ‘n roll life– the groupies, the available sex, the available drugs (so much cocaine, it can constantly fill up the Holland Tunnel!)– they all seem like irresistible lures. All the boys (the musicians) are drawn to it. These are the goodies associated with a rocker’s life, and glamorized by journalists like Cameron Crowe.

But the beautiful girl is an illusion. The music industry is a façade, like a beautiful girl who goes home to a cactus– a plant that requires no maintenance. It’s a plant for lonely people who want companionship without the work. It’s an empty life.

The girl is an actress, someone whose warmth is completely fake.

She’s like the music industry executives, managers, PR machine who talk about taking care of musicians, but really just want their baby– their music, their revenue.

“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business.”

The music executives seduce the musicians and take their babies. They behave like prostitutes. But instead of a straightforward sex transaction, where a customer pays for sex, and the sex-worker gets money, in this case, the executives just want the product. They want the music and the revenue. They don’t care how they get it.

“It’s none of your business.”

Once the baby is conceived, the industry takes care of business, the financial aspects. It’s out of the musicians’ hands.

The ironic, bitter reference to babygate isn’t so different from this interpretation, really.

Stunts are a way for the industry boosts revenue, through PR.

Fans are interested in stunts. Stunts fan the fandom flame. Stunts keep the fandom alive when there’s no music. Stunts stir emotions.

This isn’t limited to the 1D fandom. Almost every celebrity pairing can represent a stunt, always tied to selling something– an album, a movie, a project.

Fake relationships are par for the course. We’ve seen many of them. In fact, reviewers and interviewers can’t stop referring to Taylor Swift. Stunts have legs (pun intended). A two-month stunt can create news for years. Pathetic, right? But there’s money in it.

Can stunts go too far? Fake babies, for instance?

“I’m having your baby.”

Do these words refer to a real-life situation?

The words are so specific, and so connected to the One Direction fandom, that I don’t see how they can represent an innocent metaphor. Every reviewer states that these are strange words.

But they’re not RANDOMLY strange. They’re pointedly, knowingly, bitterly, coyly strange.

The words are savage, and sung in a savage way.

The words sound like a threat and a boast.

I’m having your baby. What are you going to do about it? Nothing, because it’s out of your hands. You signed on the dotted line. You’re going to pay and pay, and there’s not a damn thing you can do.

I don’t think Harry is making fun of Louis’s situation, at all. I think he’s FURIOUS. Louis is suffering unimaginably, and Harry sees it. He suffers too. It’s a call-out to the people who put them in this situation.

Who pushed the Babygate narrative hardest? Who was earliest with the news?

Answer: the media associated with 1DHQ.

Who in the celebrity gossip media most associated with 1DHQ?

Dan Wooton.

Where is he from?

New Zealand. He’s a Kiwi.

I don’t know if this is the correct guess, but it’s something @larry-god-mother told me, and I think it’s pretty brilliant!

Does no one else have this headcanon?

Like, Kara gradually introduces herself into Lena’s life.

But being a Luthor, Lena never even once considered any visitors because, you know, everyone hates her guts, so her house/flat/apartment/whatever is small and lavish, but everything from the appliances to the furniture in her house is literally made for a single, lonely occupant. Like, her place is modern and minimalist and it has the colors black, white, gray, maybe even umber, but there are no brighter colors and it’s just dull. And there’s the music room with instruments Lena is proficient at that are collecting dust because she doesn’t have time to play, but she mostly doesn’t have anyone to play them for and it’s more satisfying to do something for someone and not alone. Then there’s the fact that Lena doesn’t have any personal belongings that have sentimental value to her; obviously no photos of family or friends, no posters, no nerdy knick knacks, no antique souvenirs from her business trips even, so the walls only have a few canvases of art to fill in that empty void, and it just makes Kara so fucking sad.

But because Kara comes over so often, Lena has had to make changes to her abode to accommodate her only friend. And slowly, but surely, there’s a dining table large enough for two, more food in the refrigerator, a guest bedroom, a bigger coffee table, a larger couch/sofa, a bigger television screen, more drawers and cabinets, and Lena doesn’t notice anything because she’s so focused on buying new furniture every time Kara comes over and is worried that they’ll have yet another impasse because something is made for one person only. But like, Kara does notice, and it makes her so giddy to even think about it because now Lena’s place has shades (though still dark shades because pastel nor pink is her thing) of red, green, blue, etc. Then Lena plays music more often and the instruments aren’t so horridly out of tune anymore and then there’s a single framed photo of her and Kara sitting in her bedroom’s nightstand.

And yes, I’m implementing this to my fics.

Simmer // Archie Andrews

Summary: Archie and you have a fight when Veronica can’t seem to understand that Archie isn’t single but that doesn’t stop her from kissing him. During ‘Secrets and Sins’ some things you didn’t know are revealed causing a rift but with the sex be enough to convince you how much Archie cares?

Characters: Reader x Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones, Veronica Lodge, Kevin Keller, Cheryl Blossom, Chuck Clayton, Dilton Doiley, FP Jones, Jason Blossom (mentioned) and Ms. Grundy (mentioned).

Words: 3126

Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters involved. Some parts of the dialogue from the episode has been changed to fit the fic.

Warnings: Swearing, underage drinking, party, fighting, and smut.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: This was two requests I put into one!

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The minute Archie told you about Betty throwing Jughead a birthday party you knew it would go bad. When you were young Mrs. Jones would babysit you for extra cash, your parents doubled the average pay to her. That meant you grew up close with Jughead as if you were siblings or really close cousins and you knew how much he hated his birthday.

You were shocked when Archie allowed the get together build into a fill fledged high school part with two kegs in attendance. Your boyfriend was acting odd but refused to tell you why and you didn’t appreciated Veronica making eyes at your oblivious boyfriend.

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