this song has such a great beat to it and the lyrics

Why the SPN mixtape scene from 12x19 is screenwriting gold, and should be taught to the next generations of screenwriters everywhere - analysis

20 seconds. Two lines of dialogue, three gestures, a couple more camera angles. Episode 19, season 12 of a genre TV show “Supernatural”. A single strike of screenwriting and cinematic genius. The mixtape scene.

Robert Berens and Meredith Glynn, I bow before you.

This scene should be used as an example for future screenwriters how you can put maximum of meaning into minimal time and dialogue. Should be analyzed and taught at universities everywhere, how to achieve the most using the least. How to write for TV, where you only have less than an hour to built something spectacular.

WOW.

Let’s just peel off all the layers of these 20 seconds of footage and these 13 words. 13 WORDS.

(Cas knocks, Dean doesn’t say anything. Cas opens the door, apologizes for disturbing Dean in his room, and then takes a cassette tape out of his left inside coat pocket, and puts it on the desk, while tapping the label on it that says “Deans (sic!) top 13 Zepp traxx”.)

Cas: Um, I just wanted to return this.

Dean: It’s a gift. You keep those.

13 tracks. 13 words. The future. So number thirteen is important for the future. I mean, are you trying to tell us something here, writers?

(Dean takes the tape, oustreches his arm, and gives it back to Cas. We see Cas’ hand grabbing the tape, and taking it back.)

That tiny scene is ENORMOUS from the perspective of the narrative and the characterization. Let’s see what we can get out of it. (Prepare yourself: it’s gonna be long. Damn, how much meta can you write based on 20 seconds of television and two lines of dialogue?) (Hint: A lot.)

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a long post about the message of the blurryface era

all the blurryface music videos (and heathens) seem to be pretty different from the rest but all of them have the same theme, which is that connection with friends is the best way to cope, and no one is really alone.

heathens/heavydirtysoul - these two music videos parallel each other closely as i talked about in my last post. both start with tyler in a dark and unfamiliar place. he is sad and withdrawn. then, he sees josh. josh is drumming furiously and doesn’t notice tyler. 

in both music videos tyler is represented by dark motifs (rooms, clothes, etc.) while josh’s motifs are glowing and bright. heathens - he’s drumming on a glowing box, which eventually becomes the stage on which he and tyler play. heavydirtysoul - his drums spark flames with every hit; they grow larger and eventually consume tyler as well. 

both videos reach a climax in which tyler and josh interact with each other for the first time. the light (heathens) and flame (hds) grows to a blinding maximum and the two are rocking out together. josh is no longer ignoring tyler. tyler is no longer withdrawn; he is interacting with josh and for the moment his anxiety is gone. it’s a release but it’s not a painful one. he is coping. 

and then in the end everything is back to normal - no yellow suit, no light, no flames. tyler is still there alone. blurryface is as present as ever. and the implication is that he has imagined josh. this is why josh didn’t notice tyler both times. he was merely an attempt for tyler to find someone to relate to. a cathartic figment of imagination. an imagination of light that tyler hasn’t found yet. 

and what these songs mean in relation to the videos is clear. “all my friends are heathens” - there are so many people here going through the same thing as me, and while the general public considers us freaks, we are all here together and ready to stay that way. “can you save my heavydirtysoul” - implies desperately trying to find a way out of the situation. imagining salvation so fervently that it manifests as almost reality. salvation, here, is josh and the flames. 

lane boy - this one is kind of similar to heathens and heavydirtysoul in that it starts with tyler, alone and contemplating, in the dark. but this time he’s worried about what he has done to become successful, and whether it’s good enough, and whether fame will change him and limit him. all these worries are new to the band, because they’re at the beginning of their rise to fame at this point. and in the video the dark road in the woods symbolizes that they’re in the dark and they’re being careful. stay low they say. 

and then they’re playing on a stage, and everything is forgotten, and they REFUSE to stay low. if you notice in the video the moment tyler sees josh on stage, that is the moment he breaks his silence and starts to dance. to me this video represents that even though not everyone in the crowd might like what the band is doing, and even though there are critics behind that stage and out in that world, being able to play in front of thousands, together, tyler and josh, is worth it. at the end of this video is the realization that having each other means much more than success. 

stressed out - i think this video illustrates the point the most obviously, but it does a great job handling the dichotomy between wanting to grow up and not wanting to grow up. obviously tyler and josh would rather hang out with each other, with no responsibilities, and make music without having to worry about how it is going to be received. and part of the music video is the deliberate denial of reality, and the fantasy of regressing into teenagerhood. but the last part? that’s the acknowledgement that they’re not always going to be kids and life will not be easy. tyler is walking down the street, alone, and without the backpack and the tricycle. this is a sign he’s maturing. and blurryface, he’s there too. i think that entire scene is representative of coming of age.

ride/fairly local - like heathens and heavydirtysoul, i think there’s strong evidence these videos parallel each other. both take place in an isolated location and make use of very polarized (no pun intended) environments. ride - the daytime and the nighttime. fairly local - the icy house and the red hallway. 

so in ride, i think it’s really important that the verses and the bridge take place at night. this is where tyler is doing all his worrying. he doesn’t know what his place in life is and what his relationship to others is. who would you live for, who would you die for, would you ever kill? he’s overanalyzing. he’s in the dark, both literally and metaphorically, about everything. and he doesn’t know where he stands with anyone. he can’t see. he’s wearing dark glasses at night. josh is nowhere to be seen. and then the chorus is where he lets up. he acknowledges that there is a lot to worry about and a lot to analyze over, but he can still enjoy his life. even though he’s hurling through the unfamiliar course of life he can still take the time to look at the things that he loves. and the light comes on, and he can look at the beauty that’s around him, and he can see that there are people and things that mean a lot to him even though he’s questioning it all. 

and then we have fairly local, where the majority of the video takes place in an icy house. the whole video seems very disconnected from the rest of the world. it’s freezing and desolate, both tyler and josh seem to ignore each other, and their demeanor is cold and apathetic. they’re trying very hard to remain unemotional, closed off, unable to see the damage they do to themselves and others. but that denial of their own feelings - that’s where blurryface manifests. he’s what’s causing their isolation, he’s there in the red hallway, changing into something darker and darker as tyler and josh continue to distance themselves.

and a thing i like about fairly local is that the quiet and desolate atmosphere of the video completely contradicts the lyrics of the song. “im fairly local, ive been around, ive seen the streets, youre walking down.” “the few, the proud, and the emotional.” he’s talking about the fanbase, and josh, and jenna, and everyone he’s been able to connect with. and the sense of group mentality and empathy are completely antithetical to the cold, quiet video that they represent breaking out of that atmosphere. 

tear in my heart - this one is an oddball. all the music videos from this era have the common thread of using human connection as a symbol of coping with blurryface. most videos choose to represent that with the relationship between tyler and josh, but this video uses tyler and jenna instead. i think the content of the video is pretty straightforward, and a lot of people have dived into this theory, but the scene in which jenna beats up tyler is important. a common interpretation is that this scene actually represents jenna beating up blurryface. blurryface doesn’t give up without a fight, of course. wrestling with such a character, such a deeply rooted part of your thoughts, is going to cause some distress. there is pain involved in battling your own mind, but the pain is a sign that you are able to fight, that you’re doing it. sometimes you gotta bleed to know that you’re alive and have a soul. but it takes someone to come around and show you how. jenna and tyler’s love for each other is what gives tyler the power to challenge blurryface, but he won’t be able to do that without some pain involved. 

and now i think i understand why blurryface is the name of this strange part of everyone’s brain. the literal opposite of the word blurryface is of course clear face. as in being able to see people’s faces clearly. blurryface is the opposite of seeing people for who they truly are. blurryface is the opposite of joining people who are fighting the same battles as you and really connecting with them. the opposite of blurryface is friendship and truth, and we must always find comfort in the fact that we are not alone. there are always people out there for you. and that’s how you defeat a demon. 

lololypopy  asked:

So many people are fighting for these lyrics interpretations 😥😥😥

1. Context is important in songs. “Olivia” wasn’t just about a girl. “Hey Angel” wasn’t a conventional love ballad. Music is, first of all, music. It is ABOUT music, refers back to music that has established a presence in its genre, shows what Harold Bloom called the “anxiety of influence.” “Olivia” is ABOUT love as much as it is ABOUT “Penny Lane.” “Hey Angel” is evoking obsessive love as much as it is an homage to “Bittersweet Symphony.” Honesty in music means an integrity to the truth of the music, and a smart understanding of it– of what music is trying to say, and how songs are linked. This is especially important for Harry, whose debut album is supposed to be heavily influenced by his understanding of rock ‘n roll. For instance, imho, the bass riff in “Ever Since New York” quoted from “Baby Blue” is intentional. By evoking it, ESNY is trying to influence our interpretation of ESNY, almost like an Easter egg thrown in to the music. Read the Wikipedia entry on “Baby Blue.” It’s a kicker.

2. Honesty in music doesn’t mean it’s literally autobiographical. Louis said his fav song in MITAM was “Love You Goodbye.” Did it mean Larry split up? We got a million hours of Next-To-You during MITAM promo. “End of the Day” wasn’t about a literal couple at a literal party. Pop music uses romantic imagination to tell stories in metaphors. Sometimes it’s darkly confessional. Sometimes it’s humorous. But always, the lyrics have been created by someone telling a story– they’re fictional. There may be truths in the sentiment of the songs; only the person who wrote it knows for sure.

3. Harry is a songwriter who likes shock and surprise. He likes jokes of all kinds– from dorky, groan-worthy jokes (“A cow says moo.”) to musical jokes. He likes writing provocative songs that invite speculation: “Something Great,” with Louis singing only the last lines, “Stockholm Syndrome” with its bondage imagery. It’s valid to speculate that “Carolina” is about cocaine. Harry probably anticipated this and enjoyed the thought of his fandom wildly speculating. He’s not going to tell. Who’s the “Sweet Creature”? He’s not going to tell (not until much, much later). Speculation SELLS SONGS. It’s great for business. It creates buzz.

4. There are a lot of ways to listen to songs. There’s the relaxed enjoyment of just having good music in your ears. There’s the intellectual understanding of musical theory and structure. There’s imagination about the true subject of the songs. In any case, I recommend not letting music cause any anxiety. Music, like creative writing or even non-fictional writing, is therapeutic for the artist. When Harry writes about heartbreak, he isn’t only reliving the heartbreak. In a way, he has made peace with it, and has transformed it into art. The fact that the lyrics seem so evocative and REAL means the songwriters did a good job. They made us FEEL something. Harry himself has moved on. We don’t need to feel angst for his life– he is a grown man, a professional artist. The music is exorcism for some ghosts, both in his personal life, and in his musical expression– these are songs that show his digestion and transformation of the music inside him. You can see how happy he was performing in the Today concert. The music is his craft and his livelihood. His obsession, now, is to present it well in performance, to do well in the charts, to collect accolades and respect. Remember this statement– doing well drives every aspect of his promo. His obsession isn’t the same as our obsession. The music is all new to us, but not to him. He has moved on. He is a musician, and it’s more important for him to get recognition as a musician.

Music is such an intimate way to communicate. It speaks to our imagination so directly and forcefully. It affects the most primitive parts of our brains, the limbic system, so closely tied to our instincts for survival: hunger, sex, fear, excitement, love, protectiveness. That’s why we have these unconscious and involuntary responses— it’s the damn nerves. Don’t blame yourself for responding to music the way you do. It’s built into your system, the way we all want to have good food and good sex. I want to send a little love to everyone who loves music in your own ways: you have feelings, you’re human, you’re alive. I love that you feel so intensely about music, because I do too.

Finally, it’s okay not to agree. It’s okay NOT to like Harry’s music. It’s okay to criticize the lyrics or music for artistic reasons. To me, being a fan means using my intelligence to judge merit for myself. Don’t beat yourself up for not liking something, and please don’t beat other people up. If you don’t like it, there are lots and lots and lots of other great music to listen to, I promise– music just as compelling, with just as great a backstory.

Regarding “Evermore”...

While the lyrics of the song are heartbreaking on their own, I think in context it becomes something more than a ode to longing ala Phantom of the Opera.

It’s a song about dying and giving up.

Think about it: There are words like “never”, “always” and even the title itself, “evermore”, words which indicate a permanent state. The Beast doesn’t expect Belle to ever return. Part of it, of course, is that he believes that she doesn’t love him. We, as audience, know that it’s not true, that Belle already loves him, but simply hasn’t realized it herself. It would take her sense of freedom to be back, a violent mob and three bullets for her to come to grips with her feelings. 

However, in his eyes, there is undeniable proof that she doesn’t return his feelings. 

The spell isn’t broken yet. 

Belle runs away and he’s still a Beast, all fur and claws and fangs and even more, his people are still cursed, objects. 

He loves her and that’s why he set her free.

And then, Cogsworth spells out the harsh truth (that he and the rest of the stuff believes):

“Because she doesn’t love him.”

And that’s it. 

The Beast believes that he failed to beat the clock and he’s doomed to be a Beast forever. 

But, there’s more to it.

This remake turned the curse into something horrific. For the Prince (let’s just call him Adam ffs), it means remaining a Beast forever. 

Forever, however, means something worse than just “all his life”. It does mean forever.

You see, it has been confirmed in an interview with Dan and Emma that 

1.      the Beast had been cursed for 9-15 years.

2.      he didn’t age during that time.

The curse didn’t let Adam grow older: instead, it doomed him to be in this state forever. There is no aging and thus at some point, dying with this curse and, in a depressing and even cruel way, getting himself free from it. No, not even time can take it away. 

So, when he sings “Forevermore”, he actually does mean forevermore. Unless someone kills him, or he decides to kill himself, he will go on being an immortal, ageless Beast locked in a “lonely tower” that crumbles and falls apart.

And it gets worse.

We saw that the changes they made to the curse in this version has the stuff turning into real objects, inanimate, without souls. 

In other words… dead.

This curse will actually kill them. 

And so, with this song, the Beast laments that he will be ageless, immortal, a pariah of the world… and alone.

“Lonely tower” literally means “alone” in this case. Not even his servants, the people who “looked after him all his life” will ever be able to even speak to him. He will be surrounded by objects which in reality would be their corpses. 

That’s the curse in this remake.

And in this song, the Beast sings that he has accepted this fate. He let the only person who would ever help him escape this fate leave… because he loves her and he knows that since she doesn’t, it’s wrong to force her to stay. 

One could ask: “Why doesn’t he kill himself, then? We saw it’s possible, with Gaston’s three bullets. He would at least be free from the curse, right?”

Morbid as it sounds, yes, this would be a way out for him. He’s ageless, but he can die of wounds.

Well, here comes the part in the song that states that no, the Beast will not resolve to this.

Belle is someone full of life, who wants “more than this provincial life”, who wants a “great adventure somewhere” who is full of hope. And this mindset of hers has affected him; he has gotten a bug for loving reading from her, for appreciating his life story and for connecting with another person.

She “inspire him, is a part of everything he does”. Belle’s memory will not let him end his cursed existence by his own hand. 

He has lost even that morbid and depressing way out from the curse. 

“Evermore” is a song that laments what is to come: an ageless existence completely alone, doomed to never, EVER end.

That’s why the Beast says “let them come” to Cogsworth when he tells him that there’s a mob coming. For him, it doesn’t matter. He’ll be a beast and unable to die anyway so, might as well, have these people relieve him from the curse sooner than later. 

And he’s not even thoughtless about his servants: they’re doomed to fade away, to die anyway. 

“Let them come” he says and he means it. “Let them kill all of us.”

In a sense, he’s even merciful. To himself more than to his servants, who held hope, but they at least have death to release them. He doesn’t even have that. 

“Evermore” literally is an ode to one of the worst fates one can imagine. 

Damn, Disney. 

ships passing in the night.

A quick, (hopefully) fluffy little fic featuring musician!Derek. Inspired by this prompts post of “Reunited AUs.”

now also on ao3!

Stiles is so close to getting somewhere with Derek. He can feel it.

They have inside jokes. They eat lunch together every day in the cafeteria. Stiles has found out that Derek can play like fifteen different instruments and likes to fiddle around with composing music in his spare time, and Derek knows all about Stiles’ fascination with folklore, unexplained phenomena, and The X-Files. Stiles overhears Derek telling Boyd that Stiles is a “brilliant researcher.” Derek has seen Stiles having a panic attack in the men’s restroom and talked him through it, and he went with Stiles as his (sadly platonic) plus-one to his dad’s wedding. There’s even a drunk almost-kiss at their boss Lydia Martin’s engagement party, Stiles making an idiot of himself but Derek smiling fondly anyway, and then—nothing.

“Hey, where’s Derek?” Stiles asks Greenberg when he comes in Monday morning. Derek is one of those annoyingly productive morning people and always beats Stiles to the office. Today his desk is empty. Like, weirdly empty. Stiles would almost venture to call it bare, except that makes no sense. “He’s not sick, is he? Or hungover?”

Although, as far as Stiles knows, Derek doesn’t drink.

“He quit,” Greenberg says, not looking up from the magazine he’s reading, as if this is totally normal.

There’s a strange ringing in Stiles’ ears. “Like, for the day?”

Greenberg doesn’t look up. “Like, for forever.”

It really is that sudden. One day he’s plugging away in the cubicle next to Stiles’, and the next, Stiles finds out from fucking Facebook that Derek Hale is overnight famous.

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The Song

Note: I don’t know about you guys, but I need some water. I got too into this. OH and idk why but Partition reminds me of Bucky. so I used that, I hope that’s okay! thanks for the request, I really hope you enjoyed this! feedback is ALWAYS welcome! .c

Request: Here’s something I think you’d write really well… Bucky is your boyfriend and you’re a singer and you write all of these seriously sexy songs, he sees your show one night and hears all these hot n heavy songs about him and when he gets you home, he does all sorts. - @fridamoss

-SMUT WARNING-


Singing was one of the things you enjoyed the most. Sure, killing bad guys and fighting alongside your boyfriend and fellow badass teammates couldn’t compare. But this was something you did to get your mind off of it. The process of writing a love song, a song about sadness, or a song about your sexy boyfriend, took you to a place you revisited as often as possible.

You sang at a little open mic place. It had a small stage and a bar, tables littered in between. Pool tables and dart boards near the back. It was usually full when people knew you’d be performing on a certain night during the week. You loved when so many people came to listen to you, even if you were sorta famous for being an Avenger.

Tonight, you were singing a new song you had written. It was about your boyfriend and he was finally able to have a night off. He had been stuck with nightly missions along with Steve and Wanda for a while. Everyone has come to see you, all but them three. Though it was only Bucky coming tonight. Steve had a much needed date with Sharon planned and Wanda was going to be helping Vision with something.

You were extra nervous about tonight. Bucky didn’t know about the songs you sang about him, nor did he know you wrote about him at all. He knew you sang, but this was definitely going to surprise him.

You stared at yourself in the mirror backstage, sighing out. You were wearing a sexy black dress with black heels to match. You tapped your heel nervously against the floor, the sound echoing through the silent dressing room.

The crowd was cheering as Jimmy, the artist before you, had just finished his song. You took a deep breath and walked out of your dressing room, walking down the dimly lit hallway that led to the stage. A girl that worked backstage smiled at you as you walked by. “Good luck!” She said before giving you a gentle pat on your shoulder. You smiled and thanked her softly.

Jimmy walked down the steps and smiled at you. “Good luck out there, Y/N.” He said, holding his guitar by the neck as he gave you a high five. “Thanks Jimmy Jam!” You said, causing him to chuckle at his nickname you gave him a while ago. You slowly walked up the stairs, letting the crowd settle down. Patrick, the owner of the place, was introducing you and you stood at the top of the stairs, waiting for your cue.

Patrick smiled at you, sending you a wink. “And now, who you’ve all been waiting for, may I present to you: Y/N Y/L/N!” The crowd cheered and you walked onto the stage, smiling and waving at the crowd. Patrick gave you the microphone and placed a kiss to both of your cheeks. “Good luck, Y/N.” Patrick said before hopping off the stage. You sighed out and put the mic on the stand.

The crowd finished cheering and you spotted Bucky near the front, a smirk on his face. You winked at him then looked out at everyone. There was a lot more people here than any other night and you swallowed your nerves. “How’s everyone doing tonight?” You asked, the crowd cheering loudly in response. You giggled. “Great. Well, this song is a new one. I wrote it for a certain someone and I hope you like it.” You said, blushing a little as Bucky sat towards the edge of his seat.

The music started playing and the crowd started to cheer, dancing along to the beat. “Driver roll up the partition, please.” Your voice rang through, every lyric sang with sexiness and a sensual feel. Bucky bit his lip as he watched you sing, his eyes drinking in your figure. He listened closely to every word, his eyes glued to yours as you sang words of sultry and utter naughtiness.

You let your hands move up and down your body as you kept singing, staring straight at Bucky. “Hand prints and good grips on my ass.” Bucky’s mouth was agape, his eyes wide, and his thoughts going wild. You knew the effect this song would have on him and you hoped it was working. By the looks of his face right now, you knew you had reeled him in.

You sang and kept your eyes on Bucky. You wrote the last bit in French, knowing Bucky had been brushing up on his language skills. He wanted to learn as many languages as he could, and you knew he was excellent at French. Adding that to the mix was an added bonus. “Est-ce que tu aimes le sexe? Le sexe, je veux dire l'activité physique.” You said, your voice drawing Bucky in even more.

The song came to an end and the crowd cheered as loud as they could, making you smile and blush. “Thank you!” You said before walking off stage. You breathed out and laughed to yourself, covering your mouth with the back of your hand. “Oh my gosh.” You whispered, not believing you just sang that in front of everyone including the man it was about.

You quickly gathered your things and left backstage, walking over to the table Bucky was sitting at. “Hey, baby.” You said, leaning down to press a kiss to Bucky’s cheek, his stubble rubbing against your lips. Bucky turned to you, his eyes following your figure to where you sat across from him. Bucky’s bottom lip was pulled in between his teeth. He was looking at you with that look. That look that meant he wanted you underneath him, begging for him.

Bucky licked his lips and smiled, his white teeth shining as he tucked his hair behind his ear. “That was…” Bucky trailed off, his eyes falling from your eyes, to your lips, then to your cleavage. “Was?” You questioned, leaning in slightly. You raised your heel under the table, rubbing it up against the inside of Bucky’s leg. A small gasp fell from Bucky’s mouth and his eyes shot up to stare into yours. “Doll, we need to get home.” Bucky said, standing to his feet.

You smirked then quickly put on a small frown. “Aww, but I only just finished. Can’t we stay for a bit?” You playfully pouted, slumping your shoulders a tad. “Please?” You added, cupping your hands together. Bucky rubbed his bottom lip, clicking his tongue. 

He stepped over to you and bent down, his metal hand resting on the table as his flesh hand rested on your partly exposed thigh. “Daddy suggests you get your pretty little ass in the car, or he’ll fuck you on this table for everyone to see. Do I make myself clear, Y/N?” Bucky asked, his voice low and taunting.

You gasped and stood to your feet, your pussy becoming wet from his words. Your face was red with blush as Bucky grabbed your hand and kissed your temple. You nervously waved at a few faces in the crowd that said goodbye to you, letting Bucky pull you along to the entrance doors.

The chilly night air made you inhale sharply through your teeth and Bucky hurriedly pulled you along the sidewalk. “Bucky, slow down!” You said, your heels clicking loudly as you all but ran beside Bucky. Bucky slowed per your request and you let out a sigh. “Once we get home, you better be ready.” Bucky said lowly, his arm wrapping around your waist tightly.

You smirked and finally reached the car. Bucky opened your door for you and before you could get in, Bucky came up behind you. You felt his crotch press into you and his hands gently lifted up your dress a tad, his flesh hand rubbing the skin of your inner thigh. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t fuck you right here.” Bucky said, moving your hair to one shoulder, his lips ghosting over the skin of your neck.

A gasp fell from your lips and you closed your eyes. “I-I-” You only managed to let a pitiful stutter fall from your lips as Bucky bit down on your skin, slightly sucking. You moaned out, not caring if you were loud. Bucky smirked and pulled away from your neck with a wet noise. “No reason?” Bucky asked, thrusting his crotch into you.

Bucky was already sporting an erection and your mouth watered at the thought of his glistening red tip and swollen cock. “You wouldn’t want another man to see me get fucked, would you?” You questioned, knowing how jealous and protective Bucky could get.

You smirked to yourself after hearing Bucky sigh heavily and deeply. “Every man in there had his eyes on you. You’re my girl. My Doll. Get in.” Bucky said as he pulled away from you. You bit your lip and got in the car, Bucky shutting your door and crossing over to the drivers side.


Bucky’s hands were all over you as soon as you stepped into the tower, making your way to the elevator. You giggled softly and gasped when you saw Sam and Clint standing near the common room.  Bucky removed his hands from your ass, hoping they didn’t see. “Y/N! How was the show?” Sam asked, a wide smile on his face.

You heard Bucky sigh and you decided to prolong his arousal, making him wait for you. You walked over to the two men, pulling Bucky along. “It was so much fun! Wasn’t it, Bucky?” You beamed, looking up at your overly turned on boyfriend. Bucky nodded, keeping your body in front of his prominent bulge. “It was amazing, baby.” Bucky breathed out shakily, his lips in a tight smile.

Clint raised an eyebrow. “She sang the song.” Sam gasped, looking over at Clint with an amused smile. Clint’s eyes widened and the two men both started to laugh, leaning into each other for support. You blushed and grabbed Bucky’s jacket, pulling him away. “Bye boys.” You sang softly, watching Bucky stare back at them in confusion.

As you stepped into the elevator, Bucky looked down at you. “How’d they know?” Bucky asked, curiosity laced in his husky voice. You shrugged your shoulders a tad. “They found my journal.” You said, being totally honest. Bucky sighed deeply and his hands rested on your hips.

Bucky bent down just enough to where his lips were ghosting over yours. “This dress,” Bucky whispered, tugging on it gently, “needs to go.” Bucky finished, his hands moving down to grip your ass, giving it a harsh spank. You gasped and let out a high pitched moan. Bucky chuckled darkly, his eyes on yours.

The elevator came to a stop and Bucky moved his hands from your ass, pulling you by your hand to his bedroom. Your heels were the only sound in the hallway. Bucky pushed his door open and shut it, shoving your back into it. You grunted softly, looking up at Bucky with an innocent expression.

Bucky bit his lip, his eyes raking up and down your body before they stopped at your mid-section. His hand lifted under your dress, his eyes on your face. You felt his middle finger rub against your clit through your panties, adding a little pressure. Your breathing came out heavy as you looked down, the sight of his arm sticking out from your dress making you whimper.

A soft moan fell from Bucky’s lips as he started rubbing the length of his finger along your slit. “Daddy wants to see how wet you are, Doll. Can he?” Bucky asked, using his other hand to lift your chin up to look at him. You nodded, making a small “mhm” sound. Bucky smirked and used his hands to pull down your panties, his body crouching down as he went.

Bucky’s eyes stayed locked on yours and he was on his knees now, your panties around your ankles. Bucky’s hands made their way up the back of your legs and a shiver coursed through your body. Bucky smirked and lifted your dress, his eyes falling onto your pussy. Bucky let out a breath, licking his lips as a smile tugged at the corners.

You whimpered and shuffled on your heels. “Buckyyy.” You moaned, your impatience growing stronger. Bucky leaned in and used his fingers to spread your lips open. You let your head fall against the door as you felt Bucky’s breath fanning across your pussy. “Y/N, you’re glistening. Are you that turned on?” Bucky asked as if it weren’t the most obvious thing in the world.

You nodded. “I-I am.” You said, looking back down at Bucky. He started to lean in, his tongue sticking out of his mouth. You gasped and breathed heavily, excited to feel his mouth on your pussy. Bucky licked a long stripe from your opening to your clit and you moaned out, your hand flying to his thick hair as the tip of his tongue flicked against your clit.

A groan fell from Bucky’s lips and he attached his lips around your clit, creating small sucking motions as he continued watching your face. Your hips jerked into Bucky and he groaned again, using his tongue to lightly flick across your clit back and forth. “Bucky, yes.” You moaned, tugging on his hair. “More.” You pleaded, watching Bucky’s blue eyes focusing on you.

He smiled against your pussy and he sloppily made out with it, gently wiggling his head back and forth. His hair tickled your thighs and you moaned again, your legs slightly buckling under you. Bucky’s hands held your dress up at your waist, gripping onto you so you wouldn’t fall. “Fuck, you’re so good at this.” You moaned, feeling Bucky’s fingers dig into your waist and you could hear the wet sounds from in between your thighs.

Bucky suddenly pulled away, making you whine. Bucky smirked up at you and his chin was covered in your juices. Bucky slipped your dress over you, letting it drop to the floor. His eyes fell to your breasts, his metal hand reaching up to grasp one. You moaned softly as he pinched your hardened nipple. “You’re so gorgeous.” Bucky said, pulling you over to his bed.

Bucky gently pushed you backwards. You giggled as you bounced slightly on the mattress, biting your lip. Bucky unbuckled his belt, dropping it to the floor. Your eyes were focused on him as he slipped his pants off. You could see his cock in his tight boxers, the sight causing your mouth to water.

You sat up a little to take off your heels, but Bucky grabbed your wrist. “Please, keep them on.” Bucky said, making you smirk. “Yes, Daddy.” You said, leaning back on your elbows. Bucky gripped your ankles, gently yanking you closer to the edge of the bed. “You drive me crazy, Doll. Daddy wants you so bad right now. I need that little pussy of yours.“ Bucky groaned, hovering over you. “I want you to behave, understand?” Bucky asked, staring into your eyes.

Gulping, you nodded. “Yes.” You whispered, feeling small underneath Bucky. “Yes, what?” Bucky asked, spreading your legs open more. You inhaled shakily as his hands left your skin. “Yes, Daddy.” You said, watching Bucky bite his lip. “Good girl.” He praised, standing to his feet. 

“I want you to beg for me, Doll.” Bucky said, slipping off his boxers. You saw his thick cock spring free, a small gasp escaping your lips. You wanted to lean up and shove him into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat, but you knew better. 

Bucky started to slowly stroke his cock, gathering the pre-cum and spreading it along. “You enjoyed teasing me back there, didn’t you?” Bucky asked, the memory of you eye fucking him and seducing him with your hands moving all over your body fresh in your mind. You nodded slightly, letting your eyes slowly drink in his body, until you met his eyes. “I did. I loved it.” You said, moving your right heel to travel up the side of Bucky’s leg.

He smirked and softly slapped it away. You frowned and looked at Bucky innocently. “I want your cock.” You said, spreading your legs more. Bucky’s eyes fell to your pussy and you smirked, reaching your hand down to rub your clit. Bucky growled, quickly moving your hand away. “Behave.” He ordered, making you whine. “Daddy, please. I’m so ready for you.” You said, creasing your eyebrows and biting the tip of your finger.

Bucky watched you closely and you smiled at him. “Please, fuck me. Make me scream.” You begged desperately, watching Bucky’s hand speed up a tad. Bucky swallowed thickly, his eyes raking up and down your body. “Fuck, your pussy is so pretty.” Bucky breathed out, squeezing his cock a little. “Seems like Daddy is losing his patience on his own.” You said, a slight giggle in your voice. Bucky growled and stopped stroking himself.

Bucky gripped your ankles, making you gasp. “You want me to make you scream?” Bucky asked, raising your legs to rest on his broad shoulders. You nodded, licking your lips. “Please, make me scream so loud. I want you to pound into me, make me cum all over you. I need you.” You begged, watching Bucky’s eyes close, his bottom lip pulled in between his teeth. “Fuuuck.” He said quietly.

Bucky’s eyes shot open and he gripped his cock, gently rubbing it up and down your slit. You moaned and let your head fall back against the mattress. Bucky slid his tip inside of you, making you gasp. “You’re such a dirty girl.” Bucky said, sliding in further. 

You felt his hands rest by your sides and you looked into his eyes. He smirked and slammed his hips into you. You moaned out louder, his cock filling you up. “Fuck, you’re so big!” You whimpered, making Bucky chuckle. 

He started to thrust in and out of you, his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly. “You’re so tight, Y/N.” Bucky rasped, moving your legs down to wrap around his waist. You gripped onto his hair, your fingers tangling into it tightly. “Fuck me harder, Daddy.” You pleaded, feeling your pussy clench around Bucky’s thick cock. He growled and picked you up by your waist, moving you up towards the headboard.

Your head rested on the pillows and Bucky shoved his cock deeper into you. You moaned, arching your back. Bucky took that chance to suck on one of your nipples, grazing his teeth over it gently. Your hands flew to his hair again, tugging on it harshly. He groaned, his thrusts getting harder, the bed slamming into the wall. “Yes, Daddy!” You screamed. Bucky pulled away and looked at your face, moaning when your mouth fell slack at a particularly hard thrust.

Bucky reached down to rub your clit and you relaxed your back to look down at his cock disappearing in and out of your pussy. “I love your fucking pussy. You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? Writing and singing about me,” Bucky groaned, his cock twitching, “teasing me. Dammit, you’re so beautiful.” Bucky growled loudly, surely the others could hear you two, though you didn’t care.

Your heels dug into Bucky’s back and you gasped for air, feeling yourself getting closer. You tugged on Bucky’s hair and pulled him down to kiss you. You heard him moan as he bit your lip, his hand squeezing your ass, spanking you. “You’re such a fucking good girl for Daddy.” Bucky said against your mouth. You moaned, fighting your tongues together, his dominating yours.

Bucky pulled away, leaning his head against your forehead. Bucky’s thighs slapped against yours and you felt his cock twitch again, making you cry out. “I’m gonna fucking cum!” You yelled, squeezing your legs around Bucky’s waist tightly. Bucky’s thrusts didn’t falter and his hand sped up on your clit. “Daddy wants your cum, Doll. Fuck yeah, I love it when you clench around m-me, FUCK!” Bucky growled, thrusting so hard you were breasts were bouncing up and down.

Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you started to cum. You screamed, drawing it out like blood murder. “YES, BUCKY!” You cried out, hearing Bucky moaning as loud as he could. You whimpered loudly, feeling Bucky’s cum filling you up in hot spurts, slowly dripping out of you.

Bucky slammed into you a few more times, riding out both of your orgasms. Bucky collapsed on top of you, both of your breathing heavy and coming out in short huffs. “Holy shit.” Bucky rasped, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. You held Bucky close, your pussy throbbing even more than before. “God, I need to sing to you more often.” You said, breathless. Bucky chuckled lazily, moving off of you.

Bucky sighed, completely worn out. “Fuck.” He said, a wide smile on his face. You turned your head to look at him and you smiled, reaching for his hand. “That was so,” “Amazing.” Bucky finished, making you giggle. 

You slowly sat up, a groan falling from your lips. Bucky helped you up, slipping off your heels. “Was I too rough?” Bucky asked worriedly, standing to his feet. You blushed, loving how he was concerned. “No, I’m just a little sore is all.” You said softly.

You watched Bucky leave and come back with a damp wash rag, cleaning you both up. Bucky gave you one of his t-shirts to wear and he slipped on a pair of clean boxers. He handed you a pair of clean panties you had in his drawer, helping you slip them on. 

You exchanged shy glances and a knock on the door stopped you from saying something. Bucky walked over and opened it and you saw Sam standing there, his eyes meeting yours.

“Can you sing to me?”

Note: LET ME GO DIE? THANKS. .c

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anonymous asked:

Hi love! Off of MITAM, I'd say that 'Hey Angel' is the most polarizing song. People either love or hate it. It isn't about the lyrics (RIP Spaces for that reason.). What do you think makes Hey Angel different from other tracks to cause such a reaction? Do you like the song? Thanks for your opinion!

Hi!

I LOVE HEY ANGEL. 

I love MITAM, MITAM promo, how the guys looked during MITAM, everything about it. 

Hey Angel has one of my favorite phrases in all of MITAM: a beautiful noise. It could be the title of my autobiography, if my life turns out as well as that phrase. 

The thing is, I think the reason some love Hey Angel and some hate it is because of the abstract poetics of the lyrics, and the relatively slow beat of the music. Too slow for dance or exercise, too abstract to sing along to, Hey Angel fits a certain mood. I don’t think I could listen to it all the time, but it fits a certain mood.

Remember these tweets?

If we look at the dates of the tweets, we can see that the lyrics were presented in the sequence in which they appear in the song (Harry has a finicky, type-A fastidiousness– a chocolate soufflé maker’s obsessive-compulsiveness– that I appreciate and adore). The fandom sort of lost it when Harry did these tweets. I think everyone was expecting a sad, acoustic song, not the song that showed up on MITAM, which was actually a Midnight Memories stadium-type anthem with big synth and amps. 

I think the impersonal nature of the lyrics, the fact that the “Angel” isn’t a romantic interest but a hypothetical, rhetorical addressee, confuses some listeners and turns them off. 

Hey Angel was written by Julian Bunetta, Jamie Scott, John Ryan, and Ed Drewett. None of the boys wrote on the song. But I feel like Harry really liked this song. Julian had said that the final version was very different from the initial “danky little version with bad-attitude singing,” and I can’t help thinking that Louis might have manipulated the producer into the version today, with the heavy ‘90′s The Verve type sound. 

The only other thing I’ll say about Hey Angel is the absolute, kick ass bridge:

Yeah, I see you at the bar, at the edge of my bed
Backseat of my car, in the back of my head
I come alive when I hear your voice
It’s a beautiful sound, it’s a beautiful noise

So much to love here. The poetry of seeing you in all the familiar and sexually suggestive places: bar, bed, car. And then not being able to separate myself from you– you’re at the back of my head, inside my mind, in the deepest portion where all the old memories are. So far back, so deeply buried, that you’re impossible to exorcise. Your voice isn’t even made of words. It doesn’t even have to make sense. It could be a hum, a sigh, a groan, a breath. It’s a beautiful noise. It’s sublime and it’s evanescent at the same time. It’s perfection and it’s chaos. It’s an oxymoron and it’s uniquely you.

Then the harmony? Liam singing the melody, Louis hovering in an inverted triad a fourth above? It’s a sustained pedal on the V (dominant) chord, inverted so that the Liam sings the top triad note on the bottom, and Louis sings the bass note on top (in a fourth interval), then back to the I (tonic) chord, with Louis singing the same top note– only now the note is part of a completely different, tonic or home, key. Anyway, it’s great to hear Louis and Liam sing together, and to sing like this, it’s the very definition of heaven. 

Thank you for the ask!

Sea

BTS Dishes About Their US Tour, Songwriting Process, & Onstage Style

K-Pop fans worldwide are obsessed with chart-topping musical sensation BTS – made up by Rap Monster, Jin, SUGA, V, J-Hope, Jimin, and Jungkook –  and not without great cause. The guys’ songs transcend languages, and resonate with listeners all over the world. TWIST caught up with the band during their latest tour of the United States to ask all about their experiences traveling the world, their musical influences, and what it’s like getting recognized by fans. Check out our exclusive Q&A below.

TWIST: What are you most excited about for your return to the US?

BTS: The size of the tour got much bigger than last time we were in the US back in 2015. It’s almost 10-fold this time. 5 arena shows in 3 cities sold out in less than 5 minutes! We’re amazed by the fact fans in the USA are passionate and supportive and we’re super excited to come back to meet them all.

TWIST: What is the most exciting part of touring around the world, and what has been the most challenging so far?

BTS: The most exciting part of touring around the world is that you get the unique opportunity to meet different people from various background. Regardless of their differences, they sing BTS songs in unison and cheer for us, and it is very special experience for all of the band. On the other hand, the most challenging part has been the life on the road, being far away from our family and friends for weeks.

TWIST: Which of your songs are you most looking forward to performing on this part of the tour?

Rap Monster: “Spring Day.” I wrote the main melody for the lead single for the first time and also wrote lyrics.

SUGA: “Spring Day.” I wrote main lyrics based on my personal experience with old friends. It is about my sad memories with him and it makes me sentimental whenever I listen to the song.

Jungkook: “Not Today.” It has the coolest beat of all songs in the album and I personally like the choreography for the song.

J Hope: “FIRE.” It has always been my favorite and the song has all the essence of BTS can show to the audience on stage.

TWIST: What’s the best piece of advice you’ve gotten in your career?

Rap Monster: “If you’re tied up with not gaining approval from others, you’ll never be able to move forward.”

TWIST: How would you say you and your sound have evolved over the years since first forming the group?

BTS: BTS sound has evolved since our debut in 2013 but has rooted its music in western pop music and hip-hop. We try to adapt all the hottest trends in pop music scene and that’s why fans around the world like it despite the cultural differences. All members listen to different genres of music all the time, from EDM, hip-hop, R&B to hip-house… and we believe BTS is kind of creating a new category of music genre beyond K-Pop.

TWIST: Do you remember the first song you ever wrote, what it was about, and what inspired you to write it?

Rap Monster: I don’t remember the name of the song, but there was an online community of amateur rappers who gathered together. I downloaded a beat from another amateur beat maker and I wrote a song based off of that. The song didn’t really make much sense, I just wrote it using every hard word I possibly knew. I actually found the song 2 years ago on my computer and listened to it thinking “What is this?” It was a mess.

TWIST: Have you ever written a song in a strange or unusual place? Or been inspired by something totally random?

Rap Monster: So many, I think I wrote a song while I was at the Grand Canyon in 2009. I had a trip to Vegas/Grand Canyon and I think I wrote a song there because I was shocked by the scenery. I definitely don’t remember what it was about though.

TWIST: Who are some artists that you would love to collaborate with?

BTS: There are so many artists we would love to collaborate with, such as Drake, J Cole, Justin Bieber… The list goes on and on.

TWIST: Which other artists/songs are on your personal playlists?

BTS: Drake “Fake Love”, The 1975, Kehlani, Lorde.

TWIST: How would you describe your personal fashion senses?

BTS: It’s mix of gothic and Japanese street wear. My recent favorite brands are WTAPS, Neighborhood and Yoji Yamamoto.

TWIST: And how does your personal style differ from the costumes you wear onstage?

BTS: Onstage clothing for BTS is custom-made to maximize our performance while being matched with the concept of each song.

TWIST: What is it like when fans recognize you on the street/ask for photos? Is it crazy? Surreal? Overwhelming?

Rap Monster: It’s a really nice experience to have somebody who knows me, but sometimes I like to be alone and hang around the city. I think it depends on the situation. There are some situations that I want to not be noticed by others, but people easily notice me. I’ve been told that I’m too unique (my walk and my clothes) and I’m easy to recognize, and I think that’s really nice. If I’m an artist or an idol and nobody knows me that would be sad.

TWIST: Can you share a fun fact about one of your other band members that you don’t think even the most dedicated fans will know?

Rap Monster: Many people think that SUGA is like the Grandfather of the group, but he acts more like a little kid. Jimin is the opposite, he looks like a baby but inside he’s mature and like a Grandfather.

© Kristine Hope Kowalski @ Twist Magazine

friendship goals // stiles stilinski

Summary: Having only ever been acquaintances, Stiles & Y/N find out what benefits come along with being friends

Requested: no, collab with @sincerelystiles

Pairing: Stiles & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language & smut throughout

Masterlist

“Why does Scott insist that playing hide and seek in the middle of the pitch black woods is going to bring us closer together as a pack?” Y/N sighed, annoyed as she pulled her thin jacket closer around her shoulders.

“Quite complaining.” Stiles shushed her, bringing a finger to his lips. “You’re only upset because you’re stuck with me.” He smirked.

They had never been anything more than acquaintances. She was friends with Lydia, automatically making her friends with Scott and in turn, Stiles.

“It could’ve been worse.” He offered his hand to her, helping her over the large tree trunk that had fallen over blocking their path. “You could have been stuck with Liam.” She smiled as she reached for his hands. 

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Pjo music taste headcanons

-will loves the neighbourhood and goes around singing r.i.p 2 my youth while healing patients. everyone loves his voice bc he sounds like an angel

-percy slaying tøp raps whenever nico puts them on

-oh yeah did i mention nico’s in the clique bc he is. nico literally loves anything 70s era and tøp, i mean, cmon, skeleton clique?? nico??? and boy can he scream along with tyler like bOI

-frank is actually a massive fan of classical piano pieces, and listens to chopin, beethoven, the works, while practising archery

-hazel loves old music like her lil bro, and frank sinatra is probably her favourite, although she’ll always have a soft spot for bob marley

-reyna and thalia, aka the otp, are both complete classic rock heads, owning the entire discography of the rolling stones and the beatles in between them

-jason is a big indie fan, with artic monkeys and so playing in his headphones 95% of the time, but he does occasionally indulge in his sisters many nirvana and metallica records bc why not

-piper loves, and i repeat loves lana del rey. eh shes such a hipster, plus ed sheeran and melanie martinez. she does like to indulge in nico’s tøp collection, and the two enjoy yelling the lyrics together

-okay but nico is a flawless rapper and you cannot tell me otherwise

-like, he SLAYS nicki minaj’s verse in monster anytime it comes on (isn’t often but leo has a guilty kanye pleasure)

-OH BUT LEO

-LEO LOVES FAST PACED ROCK AND POP OKAY

-HE LOVES TO JUMP AROUND TO A BEAT AND RAVES AND THAT LOT ARE HIS THING

-HE A MEXICAN JUMPING BEAN OK

-ahem

-so percy. percy likes calming music, but also led zeppelin (its canon guys cmon just look at toa), and quite a few classic rock bands thanks to queen sally jackson

-and annabeth,,,, well, she’s an oldie lover. she collects old records for the vinyl player in the athena cabin, and is a big fan of michael jackson (percy once walked in on her and nico moonwalking to smooth criminal, and needless to say, he was impressed)

-rachel dare, aka my smol asexual bean, is a big fan of the 1975 ok. she will give you ten good reasons they’re a great band if you even so much as question her music taste.

-ALSO

-RACHEL IS A KPOP FAN OK

-BTS, EXO, THE WORKS, AND SHE MEMORIZES THE LYRICS AND SINGS REALLY LOUDLY IN KOREAN WHILST PAINTING

-ok i’m done

-but solangelo.

-they have they’re little songs that they both love. heres a small list
-friend, please by tøp
-drown, tyler joseph
-forest, tøp
-you are my sunshine (obviously)
-young god, halsey
and many others

these have been headcanons

Harry Styles Album Review

You guys, I have waited way to long for this album to come out. I’M SHOOK (I might say that a lot), But here is my (honest) opinion on each song and at the end I’ll give my overall opinion on the album.

(These are all just my opinions! We all are all allowed our own)

Here we go…

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Meet Me in the Hallway

VIBES VIBES VIBES 

Such an amazing song and I honestly was shocked he made a song that sounds like that (well actually that goes for all the songs on this album). But I honestly really liked the song. I like the way his voice sounded in the song too. It’s pretty emotional too.

Sign of the times

I mean I’ve heard this song a hundred times and each time it’s a great experience. I love the vocals, and I love the lyrics! Every time I hear it on radio I bump up the volume and just freaking soak in his voice. I think he made a great move choosing it as his first single.

When I hear the song I just feel proud.

Carolina 

I loved it literally right away! IT’S A BOP! Lyrics and vocals 10/10!!!! I was so happy he made a song that sounded like this.

It kinda makes me want to go to the beach and run around in a small faded orange bikini ( I actually am a west coaster ;P)

Two Ghosts

This song got me caught up in my feelings. Lots of emotion in there and it kinda made my heart hurt just a little. Lyrics are great and vocals on point. It kinda sounds like it could’ve been on One Direction’s Made in the AM album, honestly.

“Trying to remember how it feels to have a heart beat” 

Sweet Creature 

It’s so soft and calm and it weirdly feels safe? Like I feel if I’m scared and I listen to the song it’ll make me feel better! Yeah…don’t have much else to say about this one. Obviously his vocals were amazing!

But it’s the song I’ve listened to the least. In my opinion compared to the other songs on this album it’s not as interesting (that doesn’t mean I don’t like it, I do, I really do, but not as much as the rest)

Only Angel 

I thought it was going to be another slow emotional song but then he hit it with the “HEY, HEY” and I was like OH MY GOD YES HARRY. This song helped me start to see the more rock n’ roll side of Mr. Styles. LYRICS KILLED ME!!!! VOCALS KILLED ME!!!! THE GUITAR KILLED ME!!!! THE WHOLE SOND KILLED ME!!! Defiantly one of my favorites!

This is the song I dance around my house to in only underwear.

Kiwi

Fucking definition of rock star!!! Another song that shocked me. 

The weird thing about this song is that it actually made me cry real tears because I didn’t know how much of a true rockstar harry could be. The lyrics make no fucking sense but I loved it!! 

I’m not joking I started crying, then I started rocking out.

Ever Since New York

Its been stuck in my head since SNL…It’s kinda simple are really repetitive and I usually wouldn’t like songs like that but I genuinely am obsessed! I honestly don’t know why, I really love Ever Since New York

Women

HANDS DOWN MY FAVORITE SONG! This song is so full of spunk and sensuality and thats the shit i’ve wanted from Harry since he’s been solo! I’ve been listening to this song non-stop. It has the right amount of vulnerability and sexuality without being raunchy at all! The lyrics are engraved in my head and that FREAKING GUITAR! I could say so much for this song, because I absolutely love it.

It kinda brings out this inner vixen in me (plus it’s a good song to have sex to)

From the Table 

Honest (that word sums it up)

I feel like this song is painfully honest and it makes me actually feel something. You can tell this was written from some sort of experience of his and you have to respect that bravery. I LOVED his voice in this. I want to give him a hug after listening to this! 

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Over all the album was a solid for me and really made me see Harry in a different and more mature way, and thats what we needed form him!! 

The lyrics weren’t turn over or made “appropriate”, It was all raw and true and I’m very satisfied. I didn’t want a PG album. I’m proud of Harry and he deserves all success he’s receiving.

I recommend this album to EVERYONE, because I think it has a song in it that everyone, young and old, will love!

Even though I don’t have tickets, seeing how he performs these songs live (through video) will be amazing and I can’t wait to see the kind of energy he has when he performs these songs!

It actually shocked me and It impressed me, and I really can’t wait for his future work. 





Now tell me your opinion!

Harry Styles - Harry Styles - A lil review

Meet Me in the Hallway: 2, 3, 4… Love the soft, strumming guitar and Harry’s longing and haunting vocals. Just the way his voice breaks on the word “hallway”… So helpless-sounding and heartfelt. Ugh. Love that as the song nears its end, the instruments are stripped away one by one, and in the end there’s just one guitar and Harry’s voice, and then there’s just Harry’s voice holding that last note. Damn good, and a very clever choice. This song could last an hour long and I still would have to press “replay” over and over again.

Stand-out lyrics: “We don’t talk about it, it’s something we don’t do. ‘Cause once you do without it, nothing else will do.”

“Hoping you’ll come around, just let me know, I’ll be on the floor.”

Sign of the Times: Full-on-flush. I’ve talked about my love for this song many a time since it came out, so I’m moving on. (But I think it’s absolutely gorgeous and one of my faves.) 

Carolina: This song feels so old-school and cool. I was immediately struck by that thick bass throughout this song, LOVE it. Love the falsetto parts. Love the oh-yeah parts. Mayyyybe my least fave song on the album, but it’s still SOLID.

Stand-out lyric: “There’s not a drink that could sink her, how would I tell her that she’s all I think about? Well I guess she just found out”

Two Ghosts: Right away, the melody and harmonies… so lush. The acoustic guitar is so lovely, and I love the tone of the electric guitar on top - it almost sounds like it’s crying. This song gives me CNSY and Ryan Adams vibes, which I love, like it just breathes and moves in a really similar and nice way. Cool lil detail: The way he enunciates the ‘t’ in heartbeat at the end.

Stand-out lyric: “We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty. Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat.”

Sweet Creature: A little Beatles-esque gem of a tune. This is such a soothing and flowy song, and his vocals match the tone perfectly. It’s warm-sounding and simple, and I love that he’s left a little air in this one. It feels organic and just sweeeet. And I love sweet.

Stand-out lyrics: “I always think about you and how we don’t speak enough. “
“Running through the garden, where nothing bothered us.”

Only Angel: Love the calming opening, which drags you into this really eerie and calming musical landscape. You’re ready to set up camp and hang out for a bit, and then Harry’s scream just rips you the fuck out of it. WAY to start a song, haha. Heavy guitar, the screams, the clapping, the background vocals, love it all. Such a colorful song. It’s red and blue at the same time. Tall and short at the same time. It’s pulsing, the beat is sick and his deep timbre gives me shivers..

Stand-out lyrics: “Couldn’t take you home to mother in a skirt that short, but I think that’s what I like about it.” 

“Broke a finger knocking on your bedroom door.”

“I must admit I thought about making you mine.”

Kiwi: I’m so here for these drums, and heavy guitars!! GOD. The attitude he has on this song?? It’s like he’s grabbing you by the collar, bringing you close and going “Nope, it’s just you and me”… *fans self* It’s edgy and very 70′s Brit rock, he’s belting out those notes with fierceness.
Love the “ding” after he sings “I’m gonna pay for it”, those little details are so cool and add so much to the complexity imo. And the gritty guitar solo is tasty as hell. You know when the shower is almost too hot to take? That sweet-spot, that’s what this song feels like.

Stand-out lyrics: “And now she’s all over me, it’s like I paid for it, I’m gonna pay for this.”
“I think she said ‘I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business.’”

Ever Since New York: So magical and soft. A big contrast after Kiwi, but fitting as the album cools down again. Love the drumming, there’s so much going on in this song. It’s intricate and subtle. Love that he matches his vocals to the tone and the sentiment of each track. With this song, he never tries too hard. He’s just singing like it’s the most effortless thing for him. And the stacked vocals on the chorus is a beautiful touch. Loved when he changed up the notes on this on SNL, and I wish he’d done that on the recorded version as well, but that’s a small complaint. 

Stand-out lyrics: “Choose your words, ‘cause there’s no antidote.”
“I understand I’m talking to the walls.”

Woman: Love this. His vocals are just stunning, (AGAIN) just the way he drags out the word “know” in that first line -AH! This song is so funky, so dope. It’s simple, but hella catchy. With this song, I feel like everything comes together. Like the lyrical idea feels good and goes perfectly with the sonic recording which goes great with the melody and groove. And the background vocals that start around 3:03 adds a really alluring element to the song.

Stand-out lyric: “I hope you can see the shape that I am in. While he’s touching your skin, he’s right where I should be”.

From the Dining Table: From the second you hear his lips part in this, you’re drawn in. He’s singing in a conversational way, which makes it sound really earnest and vulnerable. And that moment when the strings entered floored me the first time I heard it, it was so unexpected. A beautiful explosion of sounds. To me, this song feels like this scenario: It’s raining. You’re in bed, half asleep, there’s a candle about to smoke out, and it’s making the dozens of shadows in the room dance around..

Stand-out lyrics: “Comfortable silence is so overrated. Why won’t you ever say what you want to say.”
“Maybe one day you’ll call me and tell me that you’re sorry too,”

That last one just hit you right in the gut, because it feels so damn authentic and sincere, and that’s something that runs through the whole album imo. It feels exactly like what he should be doing. It’s so him. It never feels contrived or fake. There’s so much heart in it and you can tell that there’s a lot of hard work behind it. There’s not one stand-out weak song, I start playing the first song and I just let it run until it’s done, and that’s rare for me. So THANK YOU more than I could ever explain, Harry. I’m obsessed with this record and I needed it. ❤️ 

Isak comes home from school and is immediately assaulted by the loud beat of music.
Even likes to listen to music at an ungodly volume and Isak has gotten used to it. His brain takes over and tunes out the chords, leaving only an almost pleasant buzz cocooning his body.
He is midway through stepping out of his shoes when he freezes.

The song is familiar but not so much that he recognises it immediately. Which is odd: Even tends to listen to songs on repeat until they turn into a sickening mush of irritating vibrations and he and Isak can’t even look at the cover art without gagging.
So this is a new song. That already feels familiar.

How?

Leaving his shoes behind, Isak walks into the living room where Even greats him with a huge smile and extended arms, hips moving to the rhythm of the pop-ish song.
Isak takes one glance at Even’s laptop and lets his backpack drop to the floor.

“No.”

Even can’t possibly hear him over the music blasting from the wireless speakers but he can certainly read the horror painted on Isak’s face and his smile widen.

(That prick.)

Isak extends an index finger in front of him, as a warning.

“Even, no.”

Even licks his lips.

“I’M GONNA KILL THAT VOICE IN MY HEAD, I DON’T CARE ABOUT FALLING, I’M GONNA GRAB THE MOMENT,” Even sings at the top of his lungs.

Isak purses his lips to contain a smile and backs up from his boyfriend.

“Don’t you dare,” Isak says, extending his arm so his index finger acts as a shield between him and his Eurovision-crazed boyfriend.

“HIDDEN DEEP. IN THAT BEAT. THERE’S A CALLING FOR THAT LEAP.” Even strides over to Isak and places his hands gently on his boyfriend’s hips. “Got no control but I know. There’s a fire in my soul.” He’s mouthing the lyrics now and presses a kiss to Isak’s forehead.

“Even–” Isak closes his eyes in defeat as Even starts to nuzzle his neck–”Why?”

He gets goosebumps from Even giggling against his skin as the song comes to an end.

“Be grateful I didn’t pick the yodeling one,” Even whispers.

“Oh dear God,” Isak says, smiling.

Isak digs his fingers into Even’s hair and leans into him. Even brings him in closer, his long arms wrapping around him and gently squeezing.
They cling to each other for a while, in the loud silence of their flat, Even’s heartbeat slowing down to match Isak’s.

“How was school?” Even raises his head and combs Isak’s hair with his fingers, tucking a few wild strands behind his ears.

“Blissfully Eurovision-free,” Isak says, hands fluttering down to Even’s lower back.

“Oh come on! That song isn’t that bad! Where is your national pride?” Even walks away from Isak to return to his laptop.

“I left it in 2009 with Alexander Rybak,” Isak says.

“That guy was cute.” Even is bent over his laptop, his back to Isak.

“You’re telling me!” Isak walks into the kitchen and starts to search their fridge for anything to eat that doesn’t have life growing on it.

Suddenly, music is playing again and Isak starts, almost knocking his head against the roof of the fridge.

Even’s voice carries to the kitchen.

“LET’S EXPLORE THIS GALAXY OF STARS!”

It takes all of Isak’s will not to jump out of the window on the spot.

“EVEN, NO!”

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Aja, Alexis Michelle, Peppermint, & Sasha Velour “C.L.A.T.”

Club! Legend! Art! Theater!

How cute is this, y’all?  And what a spiffy representation of drag too.  This really is a great range of queens in NYC.  Any night of the week, you can find a show to go to somewhere in Brooklyn or Manhattan that has the kind of drag you like, and I’m glad this season has four very specific kinds of New York queens on the show.  I will say that Peppermint, though she is a legend, also fits the bill for what you’d think of as a “traditional” kind of drag queen.  The style, the song choices, the banter with the audience – she’s very standard, but a high standard.

The actual song though….alright…so….

Full Disclosure: You already know I listened to this song once and that’s exactly the number of times I care to hear it in my life.  Musically, it’s just not interesting in the least, and the lyrics are pretty good, but not good enough for me to be like “oo, lemme go put on ‘CLAT’ and see if I can decipher some further meaning.”

That out of the way, it’s so much better than I expected because the bar is so low for Drag Race singles I can tolerate.  So far, the only one I like enough to keep in my music library is Shangela “Werqin’ Girl” (because the beat knocks) and dassit.  There is a lot of promise in this little single though. 

First of all, Peppermint is so beautiful and I think that never really gets talked about because 1) she’s super nice and 2) she can be a little unpolished.  She looks great in this and hearing her sing at the end is giving me shades of RuPaul way back in the day.  I think Peppermint could have a decent recording career, comparatively speaking anyway.  

Also, Sasha impressed me!  There’s a little bit of Nicki theatrics in that little bald queen and I’m here for it.  

Aja gave me what I expected, and that was fine, but…

Alexis just isn’t the kind of girl who needs to be rapping on a track.  It’s just not her wheelhouse.  Odd that they didn’t let her sing at the end like Peppermint, but I wouldn’t have wanted to hear a theater voice at the end of a club track either.

Cute project from the New York queens this year.  This wouldn’t have worked on any other season and I’m glad these girls like each other enough to come up with something like this.

Happier

It was actually Tater who showed him the video, though not on purpose. Tater had seen the Aces had uploaded a new video to their youtube. It had caught his eye sing it mentioned the new Ed Sheeran album, clicking on it excitedly as some the falcs gathered around the small screen of Tater’s phone.

           Jack, who had been sitting next to Tater anyway, wasn’t paying much attention until he heard Kent’s name mentioned.

           “Kent’s singing in the stick room!” The hushed laughter of two of the Aces sounded off screen as they cracked the door open slightly to film Kent. “We’ve been trying to get a video of him singing for ages.”

           Jack was trapped by the players leaning on his chair and gathered around them, unable to escape he tried to ignore it. He couldn’t ignore it. Kent’s voice had a way to reaching him, crawling into back of his skull. Kent hadn’t sung much back before the draft, very few people had heard him sing. Even Jack had only heard him sing a few times.

           The last time Jack had seen Kent was at a game. A game that Bitty had attended. Jack had brought Bitty with him when the team went out for drinks, where they had run into a few Aces, including Kent. Jack had Kent recognise Bitty, and Jack didn’t think it was much of a leap for Kent to figure it out.

           On the screen Kent’s voice went into the chorus of ‘Happier’ by Ed Sheeran, Jack only recognised the song because Bitty had been excited about the new album and it was one of the few albums that both of them enjoyed.

           “Yeah, you look happier, you do. Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you, but ain’t nobody love you like I love you.” Kent sang. His expressions matched the lyrics as he sung.

           Jack stopped pretending to ignore it, the lyrics seemed so heartfelt, and Kent always managed to get a reaction out of Jack, whether he meant to or not. Jack knew rationally that Kent wasn’t doing thison purpose, he was just singing as he worked, but Jack still felt as though it were directed at him.

           The video stopped as one the Ace GM’s shooed them away. As soon as it ended the falcs started talking about it.

           “Parse got pipes.” Thirdy whistled.

           “Maybe he quit, become singer.” Laughed Tater.

           “Damn, hey Jack did you know Parse could sing?” Snowy nudged Jack’s shoulder, bringing him out of his thoughts.

           The look on Jack’s face must have been something because suddenly they were all looking at him, Marty and Thirdy frowing slightly. They had all met Bitty, they knew who he was to Jack, and suddenly the pieces fell into place for them.

           “Oh –”

Jack stumbled a bit as he stood up.

           “Uh yeah, little bit.” But his voice was weak, so he coughed and repeated what he said. Then he had left.

It was well after practice when Kent called him. He was attempting to make a meal Bitty had left the recipe for and was about to give up when his phone started ringing. He paused when he saw the caller ID, then took a breath and answered it.

           “Kent.” He said. On the other end he could hear a deep breath.

           “Hey, Jack.” There was a beat as neither said anything. “It wasn’t about you. I mean, it wasn’t meant to be. I was just like that song, but I guess if the shoe fits.” He gave a humourless laugh.

           Jack tried to say something, but honestly couldn’t think of what to say. I know you didn’t mean it. I know it wasn’t for me. I know you don’t still love me because you never did.

           “You do look happier though, the Falcs are a good team and… and with Bittle too. I saw you guys when we first came into the bar, and you guys looked so happy. And Zimms, I’m happy that you’re happy now.”

           “I – thanks Kent.” After their first game against one another, he though that’s how it would always be. Similar to how their relationship had been, all physical and no communication.

           Kent gave a quiet laugh on the other end of the line. There was long moment of silence as Jack desperately thought of something to say. If this was when they finally talked to each other, then he wanted to get it all out. He didn’t want this to be a one off, he didn’t want them to go back to having that uncomfortable tension around them. Because after everything, Kent had been his friend. His best friend.

           “I want you to be happy too. I was perhaps a little jealous, when you won the Stanley cup, but I was also a little, proud? If that’s the right word. I don’t know. But I just thought, ‘that’s the Parse I know.’”

           “Thanks Jack, but you don’t need to do this.” Kent’s voice dropped to a saddened whisper. “I know I’ve not been great. Especially last that November I – I know I’m a dick alright? I just, ah fuck Jack, there’s so much to say.”

           “Yeah I know.” Beat. “I was a dick too.”

           “Who you? Never.” Kent cursed ast himself and sighed. “Fuck jack, sorry, I know, we’re actually trying for once and I’m already being, ha, well I’m being me. An asshole.”

           “Yeah well, we’re both assholes.” Jack took a moment to work up the courage to say his next words. “I shouldn’t have – I should’ve – ah, Kent –” Jack closed his eyes and tried to arrange his words in a cohesive manner.

           “How about the next time you’re in Vagas, or if I’m ever in Providence, we can get coffee, or dinner, or something. Hash it all out properly.” Kent’s voice sounded tired.

           Jack swallowed thickly, “Yeah Kent, that sounds great.”

           “And hey, maybe you can invite Bittle.”

           Jack smiled to himself, “Sure Kent.”

           “See ya around, Zimms.”

           “Yeah, I’ll see you Kenny.” There was a soft sound on the other end of the line as Jack used Kent’s old nickname, the one only Jack had used.

           As the call disconnected, Jack allowed himself a moment to absorb what had happened that day. After he had seen the video he had tried his hardest not to think about it. To not overanalyse it. And that call, Kent had tried to apologise, and he had attempted to do the same. They were possibly going to have a sit down and actually talk about it.

           Jack tried to gauge how he felt about that. There was a slight nervous feeling, the beginning of what would probably be him overthinking and getting a hell of a lot of anxiety over it. But at the same time, there was a calm wave slowly rolling in, he was going to get over this block that was in his past.

           His phone buzzed again on the countertop. Looking at the caller ID he smiled. Any tension he felt drained from him as he answered before the first ring had finished.

           “Jack! Honey, I just saw the video, are you -” 

           “Hey Bits, guess who just called?”

adore you (you're lovely)

ADORE YOU (YOU’RE LOVELY) — and i adore you, too. i’ve been thinking that your love is kind of special. you should know that i adore you, too! ( adore you, nao ft. abhi//dijon )

REQUEST — the reader used to be ugly and archie bullied you. then, after summer break, you totally glo up and are now super hot, and he apologizes.

WORD COUNT — 1.6k

NOTES — i did tweak this request a little bit, simply because i don’t see riverdale!archie being a bully—i think it’s even a little ooc for comics!archie—so i opted for archie sort of ignoring the reader. also, i refrained from specifying a gender since there wasn’t one mentioned in the request. thank you so much for trusting me to write your idea, and i hope this was fluffy enough for you. i felt like it would be kinda rushed to make them kiss in this? i don’t know, but enjoy. ( requests: open )

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Still Got Time

Still Got Time was released on March 24, 2017. 

Zayn is the featured artist. Additional artist is PartyNextDoor. 

The song is the lead single from Zayn’s second album, yet to be released. It was produced by Frank Dukes (who recently produced Lorde’s Green Light, and has worked with Rihanna and Drake) and Murda Beatz (who produced No Frauds for Nicki Minaj, Drake, and Lil Wayne). 

In this post, I will be referring to times from this video:

I admit I’m not used to writing about dance or R&B music, and if I make any glaring mistakes, please message me!

This song is part of the slew of Caribbean-inspired tropical house or Jamaican dancehall music that have drifted in and out of pop charts recently, often collaborations between artists and producers, whose engineering of bass lines and percussion is a significant portion of the songwriting. 

These songs might sound tropical, and fresh, and sunny, but their pedigree is firmly rooted in Motown R&B. And the looming figure in contemporary R&B and dance whose influence and sound are inescapable is Michael Jackson

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Jack’s first time back at the haus since he left is coming and he and bits decide it’s time to come out to the boys. They feel kinda guilty about hiding it because they don’t want them to feel untrustworthy.

‘What are we gonna say’ bits asks over skype. And a normal person would probably just gather everyone together and explain the situation and thank everyone for their support but. Please.

What they actually do is decide to just… Cozy up and act couple-y and let the guys approach them. Then there’s no awkward announcement and they also have an excuse to get close for Jack’s visit. This is a great plan they both think and air high-five each other because they’re nerds like that.

The day of the visit rolls around and Bittle is in a fit cooking up a storm, a little nervous but mostly just excited. And nervous. It doesn’t help that the haus is chock full. Everyone dropped by to see Jack. Even the tadpoles have all come up with flimsy excuses to hang around.

Bittle recognizes the sound of Jack’s engine as it pulls up to the curb and he’s off like a shot. Jack’s barely out of the truck before Bits is at the curb, and they hug so hard he’s lifted off the ground and Jack spins him in a circle.

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Tease

Vegas | Tease | Oops | D | Game | Mistake

Note: Here’s the second part to Vegas! You know that part in a concert where all the music just stops mid-song, and then it resumes after a couple of moments and it’s super awesome and amazing? Yeah, that’s what I tried to describe in this fic, but I don’t think I did it that well. Oh well. I did my best.

Word Count: 2782

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: SMUTSMUTSMUTSMUT, car sex, the usual bad language

“No.” Daveed said for the third time.

“Why not?” You asked, groaning a bit.

“Because I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to come. It’s dangerous for you. Shows can get out of hand sometimes.”

Tonight, clipping. was scheduled for a pop-up show at a local bar and you were trying to convince Daveed to take you with him. The both of you had become friends with benefits after he ‘broke your curse’ of not being able to orgasm during sex with anyone else. You both satisfied each other’s needs when it was necessary, and you enjoyed this relationship that you both had, but there were certain things that you didn’t enjoy: he was overprotective.

“C’mon, D. I’m a grown woman, I can handle myself. You don’t have to treat me like a damsel in distress all the time.” You said, leaning against the counter. He wasn’t going to make you bring out the puppy dog eyes, was he?

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JIN

YOUR WORSE THEN NAMJOON

i don’t mind people finding out

pancakes

you ruined my pickup line

unrelated topic, did you like what you saw ?

okay, i give you permission to kill him, but please wait until thursday

guess who loves you

DO YOU NOT WANT ICE CREAM ???

i take you out one time and suddenly i’m the local delivery guy ??

YOONGS

i am not cute

i don’t want to talk to you anymore

come help me out here ?

if it makes you feel any better ur a great chair

roasting u is like the best part of day

i need lady stuff

what happend to the yoongi who doesn’t take shit from anyone ?

are you texting me song lyrics ?

come to the studio and sit on my lap

text me, call me, email me, send a letter; for all i care it could be by pigeon

i promis i only type like this when i like the person i text

completely giving up, starring me.

he’s just not hitting anything other then my knees

i was thinking about making out with you all day

not the pillow part you one celled creetin

HOBI

fuck the fuck off

can i have like five of you ?

ur so pretty

have fun with math

but hobi wants some love

that’s cuz im trying to communicate with u

jung hoseok you’ll be the death of me

i wanna kiss your face every time i see you too

you know i support everything you do right ?

BOYS WILL EAT YOU ALIVE

where did all that wisdom come from ?

JOON

you still up ?

yeah i can rap like the entire thing

right, and what does your mom call you ?

sure, have fun with my bra’s

that’s because you don’t speak korean

i see you’ve had a few drinks


CHIM

ur such a loser

but you dont like shopping

the disrespect in this one is strong

it was supposed to be a surprise

you mean my singing ?

he’s just jealous his dongsae had a child before him

very funny babygirl

we’ll go wherever you want

dont mess with me park

you’re like a candy bar jimin, half sweet half nuts.

TAE

Hey ! i bought you ice-cream

the inventor of snapback look™

tae don’t you think the pillow wall is a bit of an overkill ?

thank god at least one of you know how to make a move

you’re not disappointing anyone by eating breakfast and lunch

did you do the english assignment ?

it’s just like 99.999% your fault

THIS IS A SHARED DORM


JK

wassup dudette

ayo ladies and gentleman

send nudes

what are you doing right now ?

look how cute we are

i just have a strong disliking to your personality

i like our bickering

babe i need your opinion

i’ll buy you food for a week if you tell me i’m your favourite

you could pay me a million and i still wouldn’t consider it

i didn’t want to leave your side that night because i wanted you to feel safe

stop kicking my chair

what does oppa mean ?

i miss every little thing you do

i’ll give you three breadsticks and a goat if you give me jimin

in your dreams

jk he’s not lord voldemort

ALL

you act like you’ve never been shot before ! gang au

but did you die gang au

hold on imma go beat his ass

yeah and i’m just implying that i want to take you out on a date

what are you an owl ?

jin just made the worse recipe ever and i doubt he put ANY effort into it

i don’t like going outside

we bangtan 6 now

absolute soul mate has 16 letters and so does fuck jungkook asap

confess or i’ll set your mattress on fire

you’ve both got the same mental age

i told him the only thing smaller then him is his dick

this bitch gonna die tonight

you are pure evil

i’m so whipped, this is incredible

for now i’ll have your lovely messages to look forward to

how is it you’re the smartest and dumbest person i’ve ever met

namjoon i will call your mother

so when are y'all getting kids

i like to send nudes ok ? if that’s my biggest flaw i think i’m ok.

if you were any thicker you’d look at the weather app outside

i’m going to jail when i see his ass

don’t start with me pindick

when u gotta kill your hyung

i must have saved a country in my past life to deserve you

i’m not related to you anymore

we don’t want him

he really wanted to be in the picture

softie.

i can’t believe you saw mini nochu

i gain 3k for every shirtless picture

i’m running out of options here

the power of jjang jjang man

next time you plan on rapping verse1 invite me

i’ll tell them to stop bothering you

okay, but if it attacks my dog i’m giving it to jimin

CRUSH CANCELLED

VIDEOS

footage of me at the club

footage of me at a house part