we are all songs in the end

red velvet literally made a song called peek-a-boo like peek-a-boo bitch we made a bop of this year, century and era and actually we always make god tier bops and y'all can’t even give them a proper amount of views and love and appreciation, humanity will rot in hell for sleeping on rv amen

today, give someone a heart not because you like their post, but because you admire their courage to publish it.
—  too many people put themselves out there on social media and return to find no likes on their poem, no positive comments on their song. basing your self-worth on how many thumbs and hearts your creativity earns is a dangerous thing but we all do it to some extent. i’m not normally a believer in doling out positive feedback for participation, but sometimes participation takes guts. stripping off your clothes and your skin and showing yourself to the world in a song or a poem takes serious fucking courage and most people never do it. most people who do stop because they get no positive feedback on their art. those people are sitting at home right now dreading the end of the weekend when they have to go back to a job they hate and occasionally they wonder whether they would’ve made it as a musician or a writer if they had just kept on, if they had just persevered. there are plenty of famous artists who never got any recognition ‘til they died. today, give some recognition to the living – to the creators who haven’t surrendered. there aren’t enough of them left. 
Killing Me

a/n: this is my first writing piece on this account and it is based on the song Killing Me by Jacob Whitesides.I listened to it for the first time today and I instantly fell in love and also got this idea as well. Hope you like it. 

WARNINGS: a bit of fighting/angst, swearing


I hate all the fussing and fighting
‘Til we take it to the room and ignite
It’s killing me, killing me, get it? ya killing me
Killing me, killing me, this love’s the end of me
It’s toxic all day, it’s a warfare
Surrendering at night just to go there
Killing me, killing me, get it? ya killing me
Killing me, killing me, this love’s the end of me


He drove me insane. One second I thought I loved him and then the next I felt like my heart was physically being ripped from my chest. Loving him was a sin, a crime, something that shouldn’t be this complicated. It was toxic for both of us, we knew that, but somehow by the end of the fighting, we were wrapped in each other’s arms while breathing heavily and wondering where we went wrong. 

He drove me crazy. I thought he loved me the way I did. But whenever I let him back in we are back to square one. He’s messing around with other girl’s and leaving me emotionless on the bathroom floor, a gaping hole in the center of my chest. 

But I did love him. That’s the thing. He meant the most to me in this crazy fucked up world. How could the person who you love the most also be the person you wished to walk away? 

He cared, that’s the sad part, he cared more than anyone else. He never intentionally started the yelling, it was always me - yelling at him without reason because I was too scared to say my real feelings. And because of that, I watched him prance around with his latest conquests, people he meets through his hectic lifestyle. 

I leaned my back against the wall of the bathroom, tears streaming down my face. My mascara was probably smudged all the way down to my chin. My eyes remained glued to the picture of him and some random girl in a club. If only I could tell him how I really felt then he wouldn’t just see me as one of his frequent hookups. 

I hated the fighting so why was I always the one to light the match?

A light tapping knock appeared at the front door of my apartment. I knew it was him. He always came over after big events or parties, usually to unwind or because taking someone home was too obvious to the paparazzi so he came here for a release. I stood quickly, tucking my phone into the back pocket of my jeans and walked over to the mirror. Just as I thought, my mascara had traveled down from my eyes to my chin. I tried to wipe away as much as possible before rushing out of the room and towards the door. 

On the other side of the door, he’d be there, dressed in his suit from this after party and his breath would be slightly reeking of vodka. I sucked in a deep breath then swung the door open, revealing a well dressed Shawn. His white shirt under his classic black blazer was unbuttoned and his tie was gone. 

“Why are you here?” I asked cautiously, trying to avoid eye contact, hoping that he wouldn’t see my bloodshot eyes and smudged makeup. 

“Hey,” he cooed softly. “What’s wrong?” 

There it is. He cared too much for me yet we fought, we screamed, and we always made up under the covers without actual words or feelings. I couldn’t take it anymore. It was killing me. 

“Nothing. You should go home, you must be tired from the event.” I struggle to say, finally letting my eyes wander up to his to see his eyes soften at the look of my tear-stained face. 

“Well, I’m not going to leave now. You’re upset about something and I want to make sure you’re okay.” He said sweetly. 

I wasn’t able to protest before he pushed the door open wider and strolled past me. My breath huffed out of my chest while I closed the door. This is what I was afraid of happening, I didn’t want him to tempt me because my emotions were too wild for him to be in front of me. I knew that his kind words and touches were going to make me cave, and tonight I just wanted him to get out of my life. It was killing me. 

I slowly walked into the living room where he was standing. His eyes were looking around the room like he was searching for some sort of clue as to why I looked like a mess. He spotted my coffee table where I had multiple bottles of half drank water, a bag of chips, and an opened bag of gummies. 

“Really, Shawn, I think you should go home,” I repeated and crossed my arms over my chest. 

“Y/N,” he breathed out, his eyes still looking at the mess of my living room. Besides the food, there were blankets tossed over the couch without a care in the world. I was slightly embarrassed because he’s never seen this side of me before, the emotional side. 

“I don’t want to hear it,” I snapped. “I rather be alone right now, okay? Go find someone else to mess around with tonight because it won’t be me.”

“Y/N” He repeated, this time sounding shocked. 

“No, don’t act surprised. I am done with this, can’t you see it’s hurting me? We only care about each other when we are under the sheets.” 

“That’s not true,” Shawn said. “And you know it.” 

“If it isn’t true then why did you come over tonight, Shawn? I mean we haven’t talked all day, no texts or calls. But the second night time comes around you want a simple fuck. I’m not going to be that person for you anymore. It’s killing me.” I yelled, so hard that my chest ached as the last words left my lips. 

Shawn took a few steps towards me but I took a step backward. The thing that hurt the most was the look on his face. I loved him more than I’ve ever loved somebody and seeing his face drop with my words was like a knife in the chest. 

“It’s not just a simple fuck, Y/N.” He slowly says, his eyes staying locked on mine. 

“Then what the fuck is it?” I shouted, my arms uncrossing and flopping at my sides angrily. 

Shawn gulped and lowered his gaze to the ground. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he began. “At first we were just hooking up, messing around when no one was looking and it was fun. I don’t know what happened but after the few weeks, you never left my mind. I tried to erase you with all the other hookups and maybe I was trying to drive you away because I didn’t have the power to leave myself. But the point is that you’ve never left my mind and I can’t stop thinking about your lips and your laugh. It’s making me insane, I’m sure of it.” 

I stood there, frozen in place. He’s never poured that much emotion into his words while talking to me before.

“And then we end up fighting because both of us are too fucking stubborn to admit that we have feelings. It’s easier to get out our feelings by screaming than it is to say I love you.” He continued, this time I let him step closer to me with each word. 

“I love you.” I find myself whispering as he finally stands directly in front of me, his hand slowly finding mine and interlacing our fingers. 

“It seems like I’ve been waiting forever to hear that,” he said and smiles down at me. His smile spreading wider on his face when I feel myself smiling as well. “And I love you too. I think I always have.”

His lips moved painfully slow down to mine and as they connected I could feel my body lighting up in the kind of fire I’ve never felt before. Whenever we’ve kissed before I could feel the rushed nature and the anger from our screams only seconds before. But now, every angry feeling towards Shawn was wiped clean and his lips guided mine at a slow pace. A slow pace that made my knees weak and my mind go completely, utterly blank. 

“We’ll work through this.” He mumbled against my lips. 

I nodded and felt another smile form on my lips. 

“Just keep kissing me,” I said, pulling on the back of his neck and letting our lips meet once again. 

Weiss Schnee, Family, and Home: Some Thoughts on 5.06

I want to frame this meta discussion by first understanding that Weiss’s lack of meaningful family relationships (except for that of Winter, whom we understand has infrequent contact with Weiss–no fault of her own, but an important factor in understanding the significance of the ending of Volume 5 Chapter 6 for Weiss’s arc) was her principle arc in Volume 4. We saw clearly the abusive nature of Jacques–emotional, financial, and physical–and came to understand her mother as being distant to the point, largely, of absence. Weiss does not appear to have any strong connection to her brother, either. In this way, Volume 4 did specific work to establish what is really meant with Weiss’s central theme in her songs as being “the loneliest of all”. 

Enter: Volume 5. Specifically, 5.06. Even more specifically than that, this moment:

The sisters reunion was emotional on a number of levels, for all involved. They cried (I cried) and it was just a powerful scene for a number of characters and in a number of ways. To keep this meta from getting too long, though, I’m going to focus on framing it around what this moment means for Weiss. 

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mosaic-broken-heartss  asked:

Would you mind ranking all the songs in Rep? I'm super interested in your opinions

I’m answering this like a week later because I wanted more time but here it is:

  1. Don’t Blame Me
  2. Call It What You Want To
  3. I Did Something Bad
  4. Dancing With Our Hands Tied
  5. So It Goes
  6. Delicate
  7. Dress
  8. This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things
  9. King Of My Heart
  10. Getaway Car
  11. New Years Day
  12. End Game
  13. Ready For It
  14. Gorgeous 
  15. Look What You Made me Do

mjailene15  asked:

I honestly don’t understand why people are hating on your opinion like you have the right to say what you want. Furthermore, bts is a kpop group not a western group and also the main reason they broke into the western scene is to show you can love any music in any language. I mean if despacito was well loved by people who don’t SPEAK SPANISH they can love bts for their music which is KOREAN I mean they are a kpop group but in the end everyone just love to bash others, (haters gonna hate-RM)

Oh same here fam, I mean I am not fluent in Korean; I only understand little bit of it. 

But everytime I listen to BTS’s songs (Such as First Love, The Last, Something, 4 O'clock, House of Cards, Hold Me Tight, Rain, etc) I feel their emotions even though I don’t understand. 

Because music is all about feelings, we always say that music doesn’t have language (I don’t know if I’ve said this phrase right) but yet, here we are arguing about if BTS should or shouldn’t Westernize their music just so we could understand what they are saying.

Originally posted by usedpimpa

We’re playing the album for Mom for the first time on the car ride home and every time a song starts we’re all like MOM LISTEN THIS ONES SOOOO GOOD and then it ends and were like WHATD YOU THINK and before she can say anything besides “yes!” We’re all like WAIT LISTEN THE NEXT ONES STARTING

anonymous asked:

what's ur ranking of the songs in rep?

i couldn’t answer this at first but now that it’s been over a week, i think i can make a rough list that is 100% subject to change (except for the first song because nothing can knock it off its pedestal) and tbh the first 5 songs are incredibly fucking hard to rank, INCREDIBLY HARD so i ranked them by the play count thus far. also, sorry to all of the songs that were released before the album dropped - i love all of my children equally but i’ve been skipping over them because i’ve heard them hundreds of times at this point.

1. dancing with our hands tied
2. so it goes…
3. don’t blame me
4. delicate
5. dress
6. i did something bad
7. king of my heart
8. getaway car
9. this is why we can’t have nice things
10. new years day
11. call it what you want
12. end game
13. look what you made me do
14.  gorgeous
15. …ready for it?

anonymous asked:

Firebringer !

Once again, this is extremely difficult for me because I love firebringer with all my gay heart

Fav major character- zazzalil (a great character played by a great actor and the love of my life)

Fav minor character- ducker

Fav ensemble song- climate change

Fav small ensemble- together

Fav solo- what if

Fav quote- “I believe if we burn enough things, we can change the climate permanently” and “it’s not dangerous, it’s a weapon”

Fav scene- (what I’ve realised from this is that most of my favourite scenes are songs but that’s fine) the proposal at the end

Fav gif/image- there will be a lot and I’m not sorry

Overall thoughts- Firebringer is the first starkid musical I watched after avpm and avps, and I fell in love right there (it’s what made me watch the rest of them). Also lauren lopez as lead is the best thing I could have wished for and she slays it

Had a dream that I was in the front row of a very intimate Bastille concert and Dan Smith picked a handful of people out of the audience and I was the very last one he picked (“What’s your name?” - “Julia!” - “Sorry? - "JULIA” - [a lovely but confused look] - “ J-U-L-I-A. Julia.”) and the others and I were ushered to a Secret Hallway where there were all these musical clues from the band’s favorite songs (not Bastille songs, songs from other artists they liked). And we basically went on a musical scavenger hunt through what felt like one of the buildings from my college. Did we ever reach the end and find out what it was all about? If course not bc my dreams hate giving me closure. But it was fun and also Dan Smith looked me directly in the eyes so like worth it.

In loving memory of Hiromi Tsuru, I’ve made this.
I made this with a heavy heart, thinking how such a lovely woman has passed so soon, and all she has done for the Dragon Ball community, and the anime community. I send my condolences to her family and friends, and hope that they are well.
We all love you, Ms. Tsuru. Rest In Peace.
You may be gone, but you will never, ever be forgotten. Not today, not tomorrow, not until the end of time.


Song: Skinny Love (VANIC Remix) - Birdy

The album reputation ends with a song called New Year’s Day that I’m really proud of. I was thinking about the concept of New Year’s Eve and I was thinking about how we all really romanize who you kiss at midnight. That is a romantic concept but I was thinking that an even more romantic concept in like a forever kind of way is who’s willing to deal with you on New Year’s Day and give you Advil and clean up the house. So that was the basic inspiration behind the song. It includes two lines that I’d been saving up in my notes for awhile that I’d always wanted to figure out the right place for. Those lines are, “Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you” and “Please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere.
—  Taylor introducing New Year’s Day

When making your brother an ARMY backfires …

Me: Mom, after the divorce, when you leave Dad, you don’t plan on staying single forever, do you?

Mom: I’ve never thought about it, why?

Me: Well, there’s this guy. A Korean guy.

Mom: A Korean guy?

Me: Yeah, can I set you up with him?

Mom: Uh, how on Earth did you get in contact with a Korean man? We live in South-Asia.

Me: I have my ways.

Mom: I need details.

Me: Well, he’s 45 years old, you’re 40. It could work out.

Mom: Name?

Me: Bang Shi Hyuk.

Mom: Anything else? Has he been married before?

Me: Nope. He has seven sons, though.


Me: No, they’re all older than me. And very well-behaved, too. Like they’ll take care of you. Not the other way around.

My brother *walking into the room*: One of them wrote a song with the lyrics, ‘I’m a master, baby, with your bra.’


My brother: And if you think they’re brothers, it’s anything but that. Incest left and right.

Mom: What kind of nonsense-

My brother: Oh and one wants to be Sex Porn Star.

Me *shoving hand over my asshole of a brother’s mouth* It’s not like that. They’re really nice. They do their homework-

My brother: Their youngest failed his English exam.

Me: They’re modest-

My brother: Their computers get invested with viruses because they watch too much porn.

Me: They go to bed on time-

My brother: Two of them play videogames until five in the morning.

Me: They’re down to earth.

My brother: Their eldest thinks he’s worldwide handsome and once said his own mother cried when he was born because she could never be as beautiful as him.

Me: They’ll help you with the house chores-

My brother: One of them said he wants to be a rock in his next life so he could sleep and not do work.

Me: They’re very quiet and not noisy like-

My brother: They scream on the top of their lungs when they’re excited no matter what the setting.

Me: They’re super smart-

My brother: Once, during this interview, they were asked what their favourite American food was and one of them said Sprite. No joke.

Me: They dress well-

My brother: Did I mention this really short one stripped down at an award show to flash his abs?

Me: Mom, don’t listen to him! You’ll inherit a company-

My brother *snorting*: Yeah, a company that doesn’t equally distribute lines.

Mom: Get out of my room.

Mom: Get out of my room, right now.

BTS replaced you. - pt.3

[pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3]

Originally posted by hobixing

“Ah… they did? What did they say?” Hongseok passes my phone to me as I read the messages I haven’t opened for the last few hours. Seeing them still hurt because it still feels insincere, as if I was alone in this friendship. 

“Are you going to reply?” Hongseok asked while taking one of my hand in his from under the blanket. It was barely even 6am and I wasn’t down for the drama just yet. 

“Not yet, let’s have cake.” I say smiling, and dragging him with me over to the kitchen still with my phone in one hand.

I took the cake out from the fridge and set it on the table between Hongseok and I. He placed a candle in the centre and lit it, turning the light off before he took his seat. The room was dark and the winter sun hasn’t yet risen and so all that was left to light up the room was the moonlight seeping through the gaps of the blinds and the orange candlelight. A few seconds after, the room was filled with his voice - he sang happy birthday and I couldn’t help but wear a smile on my face. His voice was pretty and I honestly couldn’t thank him enough for doing all this for me. When the short song came to an end we both clapped, I clapped to applaud his singing and he clapped to applaud me fo coming to life twenty-one years ago.

“Make a wish Y/N.” 

“Wishes don’t come true Hongseok.” 

“I’ll make sure this one does, as long as it’s realistic and I can afford it.” He laughed as I smiled. 

“There’s nothing I want.” 

“But there is, I can tell.”

“I just want a shoulder to lean on and not be a burden to people.” 

“Done!” I laughed at his enthusiasm.

“I’ll always be your shoulder to lean on, and you’re never going to be a burden to me.”

“It makes me feel as though I’m replacing them because that’s exactly what they said to me five years ago.” 

“I’m not asking to take their place silly, but just know that I’m always going to be here for you.” He grabbed my hand again from across the table and rubbed his thumb on the back of my hand. I wanted to cry in this moment because I was so grateful of him and his words. 

“I don’t deserve someone like you in my life.” 

“Idiot, I told you this already. You deserve more and better but you’re stuck with me now.” 

“I like the sound of that though.” We both laughed and enjoyed one another’s company. Until my phone dinged, showing a notification from the group chat. I un-muted the conversation but didn’t think they’d be up to say anything.

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“Niall is the straightest member of 1D”

No one is probably gonna read this but I’m writing it anyways because I feel like it’s important to talk about, and no one really did before. 

From the moment I joined the 1d fandom (2012) Niall was referred to as the captain of the Larry ship, and later the captain of the Ziam ship as well. A big portion of this fandom saw him as the guy who was secretly outing his best mates by sending ‘signs’ or just simply standing in the middle of them. He was the biggest ally to them but also the only straight member of the band. These people didn’t just call him ‘straight’, no, they called him ‘the straightest’. They based this all on stereotypes because Niall loves beer, sports and the way he dresses is TOTALLY straight. 

This isn’t some post about proving how ‘not straight’ Niall is, this is a post that explains how wrong and disgusting it is that people gave him this role in the band. 

First of all, let me start off by saying Niall NEVER stated his sexuality, he never even talked about it on any public occasion. Which means if you think Niall is straight, you’re basing it on nothing but stereotypes. If you’re basing it on the fact that he’s dated women, I’d like to congratulate you on your bi/pan erasure. 

Second, Niall goes around calling men attractive, hot, sexy, you name a compliment and Niall probably gave it to a guy. Not to mention he’s very cuddly and touchy with other men as well. Now I’m not saying this means anything for his sexuality, he could be straight and still be like this. However, when Harry (or any of the other boys, but Harry is the most similar to Niall in this) gives a guy a compliment about his looks, or when he’s close with another man people freak out because this OBVIOUSLY means he’s gay. (Spoiler alert: it doesn’t.)

Third, Niall has shown his support for the LGBT+ community on multiple occasions but this is usually swept under the rug because most people don’t CARE!! Just recently Niall wore rainbow socks that are literally called ‘pride socks’ on the Happy Socks website and the description says ‘wear to show your support for the lgbt+ community.’ He did this in a country where homosexuality was recently ruled as a disease and yet barely any of these people commented on it, and if they did it was often something like ‘okay but rainbows don’t always stand for lgbt+ pride… :/’ or they see it as proof he’s ‘SUCH an ally, he really wants Larry and Ziam out!!’ AND YET these same people flipped shit when Harry grabbed a random rainbow mug (that didn’t even have the right colours) in the DMD video. And don’t get me wrong, I think Harry is amazing for all the support he gave the lgbt+ community, and I think the stuff he’s doing with the pride flags at his concert is great but there’s a reason people started taking these pride flags to Harry’s concert, and never took one to Niall’s. Why are you assuming if a pride flag was thrown on stage during Niall’s gig he wouldn’t take it? 

And last, people are often analyzing the songs Harry, Louis, Liam and Zayn wrote to see if their could be a hint of why that song is a gay anthem. They talk about it for YEARS on end when a song doesn’t have pronouns (or no she pronouns) While the biggest percentage of Niall’s album has NO pronouns and no one cares? He might have done this without even thinking about it, and once again I’m not saying we SHOULD be analyzing his lyrics, but the double standards are insane. It’s not even just in lyrics, when Harry uses ‘them’ pronouns while talking people go: “NO STRAIGHT MAN EVER DID THIS” but Niall is talking about ‘someone’ and ‘them’ instead of a girl all the time. And when asked about what This Town was about he said (quote): “It’s basically about when you had a girl or a guy you dated when you were like 12, but when you go home you bump in to them everywhere.” could you IMAGINE the hundreds of posts being made about this if it was any of the other boys who said this? Yet, when it’s Niall no one gives it a second thought. 

I’m really sorry about this long post but this had been bothering me for a long time. Niall is NOT the straightest member of 1d, Niall’s sexuality is unknown and remains unknown until he decides to speak up about it. Niall deserves so much more love for the things he does and he doesn’t deserve to be used to prop up  a ship. 

no offense but tomorrow night… we’re all gonna be sitting around… counting down… knowing that it’s about to be here and… we’re going to get eleven more new songs all at once… and the last three years we’ve spent waiting for this will have come to an end… it’s coming… it’s c o m i n g… it’s… here

Richie is in a band and he asks the losers to go to his concert, and of course they go. It’s at the end of the night, it’s late but everyone is still excited and they’re all so proud of Richie!!!!

“This last song is dedicated to a special guy in the audience, you know who you are”

The losers all look at each other and Bev has the biggest smile on her face bc Richie ran this by her before the concert.

“Eddie can I come over after school? (After school) We can hang around by the pool (hang by the pool) did your mom get back from her business trip? (Business trip)”

And Eddie doesn’t fully know what song it is yet so he’s like “:D” but thhen

“Is she there or is she tryna give me the slip? (Give me the slip) You know, I’m not the little boy that I used to be I’m all grown up now, baby can’t you see! EDDIE’S MOM HAS GOT IT GOIN ON”

Stan is trying his best not to laugh but the rest of them are just LOSING IT while Eddie just goes “Son of a bitch BEEP BEEP RICHIE FUCK YOU!”