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#talkin#tik tok#wwe#kurt angle#perc angle#wrestling#brock lesnar#matt jones#matt morgan#a train#world wrestling entertainment
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HAHAHAHA
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actually obsessed with this song
#big tw for animal death and human death if you listen to it#because its about the nez perce war from the angle of their horses so#i promise its so good#the lyrics are so beautiful#and also how it's composed is just!!!#when the settlers arrive a guitar starts playing! drumbeats match footsteps!#how each chorus builds up slightly more and more and everyone joins in together#and then when they surrender the chorus is so quiet and the lack of sound says more than any sound could#dee rambles
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Cannonball Bitch !!!!
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Blue Bow
Media The Artful Dodger
Character Jack Dawkins
Couple Jack X Reader
Rating SMUT AF
Requested
(can I just say first that I'm a HUGE fan of your work i love you💗) but anyway could you write an imagine where Y/n works at the hospital with Jack but he never notices her until he finds her..pleasuring herself to the thought of him and then soon he starts to notice her and falls in love with her?? that was a lot I'm sorry but that would make my life complete (could you also add smut between them??)
I groaned as the light from my window flooded in across my face caused my skin to heat up, I forced my body up out of my bed and made the bed behind me, I went to my wardrobe and got some clothes on for today before headed to the small stove made myself a cup of tea and some toast to try and bring me into this world a little more. I finished my toast and was about halfway down my tea before I heard my door. I looked up and saw one of the nurses, I didn't know her name opened my door. This was very usual most nurses don't bother to knock or anything mostly because if they're getting me there isn't often really time to knock I guess.
I looked at her and took her in a little, a pair of small black boots laced up to her knees, I would assume stockings but I don't know, the usual grey-washed-out nurses dress around her with an apron over it, nothing overly spectacular or noteworthy about her. She was cute I guess, but the main thing I noticed about her was her hair in a ponytail with a blue ribbon bow to tie it up.
"Doctor Dawkins?"
"Yes?" I asked,
"The surgery is starting,"
"Right, I'll be down in a second."
She nodded and went off back to her business, So I finished my tea and headed down to get on with work.
I set up for surgery this afternoon and sorted everything I needed in the prep room, I heard the nurse who was to be helping me today arrive at the prep room, I didn't bother to look up at her I'm sure whoever it is can do her job.
"Doctor," She smiled as she brought the leather apron over,
I saw her and noticed it was her again, her little boots, grey washed-out uniform, and her hair with its blue bow ribbon keeping her hair in a bun. Ohh right that one, "Ahh Afternoon," I told her as she happily handed me the apron which I slipped over my head and she cheerfully buckled it at my back,
"Good Afternoon Doctor Dawkins," she smiled,
"You know what we're doing?"
"Yes sir,"
"Good, shall we get on then?" I asked her as I turned and handed her what we needed to take into the theatre,
"Of course, yes." She nodded as she followed behind me like a little lost kitten,
I sighed as I headed into the storage cupboard looking for, well peace for a few minutes. I shut the door and leaned against the wall, I took a moment to breathe and to straighten my head after today's madness. I let a few breaths out but I perked up as I heard another sound, I heard a gasp but not like a gasp of surprise. I looked into the cupboard and saw someone standing leaning against the side of the wooden shelf used to store towels, bedsheets, and other such things, given the angle they were mostly hidden. But I saw a foot around the shelf with a black knee-high lace boot, an exposed leg with some pale stockings, and the pulled-up fabric of a washed-out nurse uniform. They gasped and shifted their body a lot, I was almost worried they were hurt whoever they were.
"Uhhh... Doctor Dawkins..." Her voice moaned softly,
Ohhh... What? What was that? she- she just moaned my name? Ohhhh this is gonna be fun.
"Uhh...uhhhh... ummmm..." Her voice muttered as she tried to be quiet,
It was then as she moved her head I saw her hair in a half updo with a blue ribbon bow,
Ohh! it's Blue bow. It's her. that- that one. who's the name... damn it still escapes me. I moved a little closer to try and see her better, Her back was against the wooden shelves and Her dress was tugged up around her waist exposing her white bloomers, she had moved the table close to her and perched herself on the corner of the wooden table she shifted and moved her body slowly to the rounded edge of the wooden table rubbed against her clit to pleasure her. Ughh fuck she looked so good... Umm my naughty little nurse. I had to admit watching her grind on the table moaning for me with that innocent little blue bow in her hair was more than enough to get me excited. But she moved off the table and I almost whined from disappointment, but she unbuttoned her dress and slipped her hand in plaid and fondled her breast she leant against the shelf and slipped her hand between her legs as she rubbed her clit and slipped her fingers inside herself.
"Ughhh! Doctor Dawkins..." She moaned,
Ummm... you naughty little girl, locking yourself away to touch yourself thinking about me. Fuck I just wanna go over and get my hands on you... but, then you might stop and we don't want that.
I watched her for a creepy amount of time but I couldn't tear my eyes away, I bit my lip as I watched her so eagerly play, I couldn't stop myself from unbuttoning my trousers and I pulled out my stiff erection, I smirked as I rubbed my hand down myself as I watched her, listening to her gasps and moans, I did my best to keep quiet made sure my hand kept pace with hers, But she was overexcited already going a little too fast for me but I soon got to that point of desire too,
"Ughhhhh!" she whined clearly desperate,
I wanted to go over and finish her myself but she was doing just fine without me, and she was so much fun to watch, as her own wetness coated her hand and even began to drip down her legs, until it suddenly hit her, she lent her head back her eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open as she uncontrollably moaned as she reached her orgasm. Just watching her was amazing and I hit my own only just after her own, so I clamped a hand over my mouth so my moans wouldn't alert her to my presence, I quickly cleaned up and calmed down.
"Umm..." she sighed and fanned herself with her hand as she fixed her clothes, "Ohh Doctor Dawkins..." she sighed happily as she blew a kiss,
Awww she's cute, I silently blew her a kiss too before I quickly did my trousers up and left as quietly as I could, as soon as I shut the door I bolted across to the small room under the theatre standing and shut the door to be alone. "Fuck..." I gasped slightly recovering after all that, "Ummm you naughty little thing. I'm gonna have to start paying more attention to my little blue bowed nurse."
I smirked leaning on the wall across from the ward, looking through the window watching the nurses work, or well... the nurse work. My eyes square on her. In her little boots, her cute little dress and apron, her hair in a braided half updo with her blue ribbon plaided into her braid and then in a bow at the bottom to hold the braid, a broom in her hand as she worked making sure everything was cleaned. I admit my eyes lingered longer than they should have, and it had been like this for days now, ever since the storage cupboard incident I couldn't stop looking at her, reminded of what I saw. But even so, I couldn't help but notice so many things about her, how she always wiggles her hips as she sweeps, how she dusts off her hands when she's finished working, how every day she finds a new way to put that little blue ribbon in her hair, her sweet gentle smile when she makes the patients, I have to admit... I do think she's cute, and sweet, and... Ohh crap. I like her, don't I.
"Ohh Good Morning Doctor Dawkins," she smiled as she hurried past with her broom,
"Morning," I smiled, "You're always so busy," I chuckled as I followed her with my arms behind my back,
"Well, so much to do." she chuckled,
"Yeah I imagine there is, you don't have to work so hard you know. You can leave some of it to the other nurses?"
"No, it wouldn't be right, I don't mind."
"You're sweet, such a precious little thing,"
She blushed, "Aww that's so kind of you, Doctor Dawkins," she giggled, "I uhh I think you're very sweet too,"
"Hum... you're too nice to me." I smirked, "You sure you don't take any breaks during the day?"
"I do try not to doctor," she said, "always something to do,"
"Right you are," I nodded, "But uhh you ever do want a break, the uhh... the storage cupboard is a very peaceful place."
Blush formed across her cheeks, "It uhh it is?"
"I'd say so,"
"I uhh I wouldn't know I don't often take a break, let alone in the uhh storage cupboard."
"no, course not. You're far too busy." I told her, "But if ever you do fancy a break I do enjoy the storage cupboard,"
"You do?"
"I do, often find myself in there of a busy day,"
"Yes uhh I uhh I will have to take your word for it,"
"You have a nice day Nurse," I told her before I headed off to get on with my work, unable to hide my smile for hours.
I stood by my mirror and fixed my hair a little to make sure I looked decent, I knew she'd be coming up to drop off some clean laundry for me and I was eager to see her. As soon as I heard feet up the stairs so I went and sat on my bed doing my best to look attractive grabbing a book to look mysterious and busy as she came into my room in her usual dress and apron, her hair in her usual blue bow tied around her head with the bow on the top of her head like an adorable little present, the basket in her hands with the folded laundry.
"Ahh There you are," I smiled,
"Good Evening doctor Dawkins," She cooed as she set the basket down by my wardrobe as usual,
"Thank you very much,"
"You're welcome," She smiled before our eyes finally let and immediately blush dusted her cheeks,
"Yes?" I smirked at her blush,
"Uhh Doctor Dawkins..." She began, "Are you reading your book upside down... on purpose?"
I glanced at the book in my hand and saw the pages and their words upside down, as I was in fact holding the book upside down, "...Yes," I answered, "I was trying to observe a medical diagram from an additional angle..." I lied,
"Oh, of course, do excuse me." she smiled, "Is that all or is there anything else I can do for you?"
"Yes actually, I uhh..." I began as I got out of bed and set my book down, "I wanted to ask you how you came into this line of work?"
"Ohh? Me?"
"Yes, you." I told her as I moved closer to her,
"Well, My uhh my father got sick when I was young, just sort of lived my life as if I lived in a hospital always cleaning and caring for him, after he died I suppose I just thought I should use my years of experience."
"That's very sweet."
"Thank you, may I ask how you came into this line of work doctor?"
"Much the same I suppose, just sort of fell into it."
"Well, I'm glad you did,"
"Yeah, I'm glad you did too."
"If that's everything Doctor I should be heading back..."
"There is one more thing,"
"Oh?"
I couldn't wait any longer so I closed the gap between us and pressed my lips to hers, her lips soft and almost sugary, she kissed back her hands settled on my chest and gripped my shirt, I quickly wrapped my arms around her waist to pull her closer so not an inch remained between us, she pulled back for some air and gasped quickly.
"Umm... Don't stop." I told her as I caressed her cheek and pressed kisses all over her face and jaw,
"What?"
"Don't stop, Please... just let me kiss you."
"Doctor dawkins I-"
"Please. I need you. I want you so bad..." I groaned, "You've wound me up like a bloody spring all this time, now you've let me go... you can't expect me to just stop-"
"I didn't know you- you even looked at me?"
"I've done nothing but look at you for weeks." I told her as I ran the tip of my nose up her own, "Humm ever since the storage cupboard..."
"Ohh god- You-"
"Ohh I know." I growled, "I watched you..."
"You wa-watched me?"
"I did."
"Ohh I'm so so sorry I-"
"It's alright, I was too."
"wh-what?!"
"I was, I joined in with you. Took all my strength not to go over and replace your hands."
"You should have,"
"Should I? Would you have wanted me too?"
"I would,"
"Well... how about we repeat the cupboard events then? but this time I'll replace your hands."
"On one condition,"
"Yes?"
"I'll replace yours too."
"deal!" I smirked as I pulled her back into a kiss,
she very happily kissed back, our kisses becoming lustful and passionate immediately, our hands lost on each other our lips battling one another but there was no way on this earth she was winning over me. I set my hands on the back of her thighs just under her ass and lifted her up before I threw her down on my bed not wasting a single moment to get between her legs, she giggled her hands either side of her head on the pillow before she grabbed me by my hair and pulled me down to her, I didn't argue pushing myself against her pinning her whole body down pressing it into my mattress as we kissed her hands tugging and knotting in my hair as our moans flowed freely, I pulled back kissing down her neck as my hands grabbed her hem and forced up her dress,
"Let's see what you're hiding under this study little dress," I growled in her ear as I pushed her dress up she happily lifted her arms letting me push it off over her head and throw it off my bed revealing her cream corset and white bloomers, and that body... Fuck! "Urrghhh! That is a fucking crime to lock that body in that boxy stuffy dress... Ummmm look at you!" I groaned kissing down her chest until I reached her corset, her hands began tugging at my waistcoat so I did deny her I sat up and unbuttoned it throwing it to the floor too I peeled off my suspenders and tossed my shirt to the side and Immediately her hands found my bare chest and wouldn't stop petting and stroking me,
"Oooohh Look at you," She smirked,
I admit... that made me feel very loved and very desired, not had a girl go so excited about seeing me before, and... I cannot be blamed for my response.
"Ummmmm!" I groaned wrapping my arms around her and pushing her so hard into my best as I kissed her on the the bed springs actually broke below us,
"What was that?" she pulled away at the shocking sound,
"I don't know- I don't care-" I told her, "the bed still work?"
"...Yes?" She said quickly giving it a test,
"Then I'll deal with it later!" I told her kissing her again, my fingers quickly found her corset ties tugging and pulling on them until it was undone and tossed that off the bed pulling back to see her perky breasts "Fuck!" I groaned just looking at her, "I can't wait anymore." I groaned yanking her bloomers off and kissing her stomach as I did all to get her naked on my bed already she was insanely beautiful and I held her thighs to spread them a little to get the most perfect view of her laying on my bed her hair against my pillow with that cute little blue bow in her hair, her perk bare breasts, her smooth seductive stomach, her glistening pussy with her legs wide open for me. I kissed down her body already feeling myself throbbing in my trousers for her, "I want you so bad..."
"Then you can have me doctor Dawkins..." she gasped,
I didn't need to be told twice burying my head between her legs to lick and suck on her clit not even needing to warm up gently as she was already more than ready for me, Hearing her gently whine and squeal under me was the most erotic sound I'd heard in my life, her body often wiggling and flinching under me from how overwhelmed she was at merely my touch, and her taste! fuck I could eat her for breakfast, lunch and dinner and still not be satisfied. My hands held her thighs stroking the cotton soft skin her own knotted into my hair tugging and pushing on my head often to guide me where she needed me,
"Ughh! Doctor Dawkins! Stop please I'll-" She whined,
I didn't stop I got faster moving a hand up to grab her breast fondling it in my hand as I kissed her and her orgasm hit suddenly her legs shaking, her hips twitching and her squirting down my bed her hands gripped my hair tightly and she loudly moaned,
"Ughhhhhhhh!"
"Ohh my god you look so good-" I groaned as I watched her cum, "Ummm, you're doing that again!" I smirked trying to kiss her again but she clamped her thighs shut,
"No, no please -" she gasped, "At least let me rest for a moment..."
"Alright, you think you have the energy?" I smirked unbuttoning my trousers and pulling out my cock,
"yes doctor," she nodded excitedly, she happily kissed my neck and chest before taking every inch of me in her mouth,
"Ughhhh fuck!" I groaned one hand holding the bed and the other holding her bow as she so passionately worked, moans and groans tumbling from my lips as she worked moving her head back and forth using her tongue to run circles all the way around my head, I couldn't stop looking at her as she worked, "Ummm you look so gorgeous... Ummm you naughty little thing," I groaned I knew I was already close to her sucking so I pushed her back flat on the bed which made her giggle teasingly "Ohh? you like winding me up?"
"Maybe..."
"Maybe I should torture you see how you like it?" I smirked thrusting two fingers inside her fast and hard,
"Ughhhhhh Doctor Dawkins please!" she screamed over my fast and merciless thrusts I smirked and grabbed her breast fondling her perky breast again and hardening her nipple rubbing and pinching it which made her scream more, "Ahhh ughhh uuuuhhhhh!"
"Aww you like that?"
"Mhm..."
"This what you want?" I growled taking my hand from her pussy to grab her other breast and playing with her nipples with both hands
"Ughhh yes!" she whined,
"Ummm, you naughty girl..." I growled kissing her neck as I mercilessly plaid with them, "Umm I wanna suck on them so bad-"
"R-really?"
"Yeah- sorry that was probably kinda-" I began trying to apologize as I realized how weird that sounded only after it left my mouth but she grabbed my hair and forced my head down, I smirked and kissed down her neck and chest picking the left biting gently on the soft smooth skin of her breast before flicking my tongue across her hard nipple which immediately made her tense, I made sure to be slow watching her face as I ran my tongue in a clockwise circle around it before sucking hard on her nipple even gracing her skin a little with my teeth and flicking my tongue across her harder.
"Uhhhh! Please! doctor-" she gasped, "No more please,"
"No? What do you want instead?"
"I want you inside me."
"Ughhh! You naughty girl!" I smirked immediately stroking myself to make sure I was at my best for her, "Ready?"
"Ready," she nodded,
I smirked and pushed inside her, immediately losing myself in pleasure. She felt amazing! more than I could have ever imagined I held her hips hard and thrusted hard and fast listening to her intense screams, I let my moans fall without concern I knew I wouldn't last long so I rubbed on her clit mercilessly as I thrusted harder and faster hearing her scream and plead for more. She pushed me back until I pulled out I was confused for a moment but she smirked and turned over to kneel on her stomach moving her hips back until they met my own, "Ummmm you naughty girl." I growled grabbing her hips and thrusting fast and hard, listening to the sounds of her moans and squeals mixed with the bed squeaking and the sound of our skin hitting each other, I smirked and grabbed her breast tugging on her nipples making her scream in pleasure, "Ummm you like that? Fuck! You naughty girl, my naughty, naughty girl."
"Doctor Dawkins..." she moaned, "Yes! Please!"
"Come on my little nurse, I'm not stopping till you cum." I smirked pulling her hair and that sweet little blue bow until, she tightened around me and squirted again as she reached her orgasm I kept going to let her ride it out as long as possible but it made me reach my orgasm too so I quickly pulled out and finished across her back. She collapsed on the bed and I quickly laid down beside her as we both gasped quickly, "Fuck... I uhh I think I'm in love with you,"
"What?"
"I... I think I'm in love with you."
"I... I love you too..." she smiled, "You really mean that?"
"I do," I nodded, "More than anything,"
"Ohh, that's very sweet doctor Dawkins," she cooed moving to lay her head on my chest I smiled and pet her hair softly,
"It's Jack."
"Jack," she smiled, "Jack Dawkins, it's a very pretty name."
"Aww you're a sweet little thing," I told her,
"Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n."
"Y/n," I smiled kissing her head, "that's a beautiful name." I told her kissing her sweet face, "I really do love you y/n."
"I love you too Jack," She smiled nuzzling closer into my chest so I held her tight and tucked the covers around us, letting her lay there comfortably as I plaid with her cute blue bow.
#thomasbrodiesangster#tbs imagine#tbs imagines#tbs smut#thomas brodie sangster imagine#thomas brodie sangster smut#thomas sangster imagine#thomas brodie sangster#tbs#thomas sangster#jackdawkins#jack#jack dawkins#the artful dodger#thearttfuldodger#theartfuldogger
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Subversion of expectations in Set Me Free Pt. 2
What makes it all worth it in closely following an artist's career trajectory is having the opportunity to look at their work from various angles. In turn, that opens the possibility to make comparisons, to be able to spot the various inspirations, to see how it's positioned in the appropriate contexts. It's not an easy job, but the result is that by taking into consideration all these elements, it's possible to eventually know what type of interpretation is more suited, without making major leaps for the sake of it or turn the work into an ahistorical event.
I've been thinking all day how I should write about Jimin's pre-release track. I kept postponing it, going back to watching the music video and keeping my involvement in debates to a minimal. In actuality, and for the sake of honesty, after a few hours I was in the avoiding stage. I had thoughts here and there, but nothing that I was able to put together in a coherent way. I wrote and deleted paragraphs several times. The reason was because in the last few months I've become more interested in his projects, wanting to witness the direction he is taking which in turn affected the way I approach each topic regarding Jimin's work.
I'm saying all this because I want to point out the element of subjectivity. Which is ever present. There's no such thing as complete objectivity. It may manifest as neutral or heavily analytical statements, but underneath all that there's the obvious element of our own taste and bias. I think we can't have an honest conversation as long as we don't acknowledge that. Being biased in this context makes us protective of the artist we like, of perhaps thinking but not being ready to admit that we hold them as the highest standard in order for them to become the main point of comparison when we look at other artists. As much as I see this as an expected result of our subjectivity, I strongly believe that stating and being honest about this can make our interpretation and opinions to come from a more genuine place. Otherwise we hide behind our own notions of taste and knowledge which can lead to useless comparisons and connections between artists when that's not the case or more likely, judging a specific work in relation to some standards that have no place in the current conversation.
This is something that I have to remind myself all the time because I can be guilty of, but it's also a type of discussion that I see happening a lot in online spaces (predominantly twitter) which eventually doesn't bring anything of real value to the table.
In this context, I think it's impossible not to look at Set Me Free Pt. 2 (SMFP2 in the following mentions) as a sort of turning point. Not only the song, but the entire album. But for now, I will refer to this track because it's relevant in its connections to other major points in Jimin's career. SMFP2 closes a chapter while also setting the stage for what will come next. Not only that, it shows a versatility that sometimes it's a more relevant point in the context of releasing a first solo album, an EP in this case. The song and its visual representation can be understood in the context of what came before, specifically Lie, but also Jimin's artistic trajectory in the the last decade as a group member, his personal journey and his status and presence in the public life as an artist.
What I appreciate about Jimin's work is that it shows his ability and predisposition to storytelling. Of taking parts of his individual path and turning them into motifs, easily recognizable for the listener who has the availability to try to understand. I want to mention first Lie and Filter because both songs are representative for specific stages in Jimin's life as an artist. Lie was a cry for help and salvation, of not being able to get out of a web of lies that can swallow one whole. By the time Filter came, it showed a maturity and self awareness that came from knowing how he is perceived, of playing the part, but always on his terms. With SMFP2, Jimin doesn't need an outside force to come for help because he is finally able to do that on his own. And that only comes after years of struggle.
As much as the song is liberating, the aggressive element takes center stage. This is the song of an angry man that had enough and he can finally say and do what needs to be done. And he has only himself which makes it all the more scary because it shows his inner power and ability to endure, but also to fight back. It's a stage in which he shows that he's invincible, with lyrics such as ''I won't hide anymore, even if it hurts/I won't stop even if they mock me''. In terms of structure, the song is a conversation between Jimin who acknowledges that he reached a new stage in which he is free because he did it himself and another inner voice, the one that has to remind everyone that he is untouchable now and no meek person. Musically, this is achieved and punctuated by focusing on the hardware version – the rap part and the software element expressed through Jimin's usual vocal signature.
Instead of turning this into a step by step analytical interpretation of the lyrics and imagery, I want to discuss some elements of it through the frame of expectations and the subsequent subversion of them.
If SMFP2 being a hip-hop song might be considered a choice that apparently doesn't fully characterize Jimin or it comes as a surprise based on the teasers alone, I think it manages to show how he can adapt and make use of different genres, including those that we might not immediately associate with him. The reason why this song works is due to the heavy contrast punctuated by the insertion of a heavily artificial element. While from a matter of personal taste, the sound itself here can be quite difficult to digest, the choice makes sense because it creates a distinct voice that helps in distinguishing the two parts of Jimin that are sending different signals and which represent two sides of the story he's telling. The autotune on the rap parts makes his voice almost unrecognizable, but that also means we're seeing a clear case of subversion. That voice sounds foreign and not something we might even associate with him, but we have to keep in mind that it's the aggressive voice. The one who is sincere and clearly states he basically has no fucks left to give.
The music video was also surprising because it presented a type of choreography that is yet again different from what we would expect. And this element is crucial because of what we know of Jimin's background and his status as a dancer. A common observation/criticism is that he didn't dance as much as it would have been possible and that's a thought that also crossed my mind initially. But then I kept thinking about it and I realized that this might be a case of wanting a specific type of dancing from him and instead, receiving something else. Perhaps it should have had strictly moves for every single beat, a more complex choreography for Jimin and not what looks as him taking control over only specific parts, instead of just making some movements that look a bit uncoordinated in order to fill in the space created by the dancers. But on taking a closer look, it becomes obvious how every movement and gesture is purposeful. I see Jimin here as the one who orchestrates and leads the entire choreography, including controlling those around him. It might look like they hold control over him, as in the case of pointing their fingers, or acting almost possessed trying to take him down, but they move based on how Jimin controls the space. I think it makes a show of power, even in the moments in which on the surface it might look like the opposite is happening.
The (melo)dramatic tone of the song and especially that of the music video is achieved through the use of only a handful of elements. In this case it's interesting to note that it happens in the vein of less is more when usually the opposite is the norm. Using only one space, quite minimalist in terms of chromatic elements and lighting and camera techniques, the focus is on the choreography. It's the principal element which can only come from someone who has an established image and known for his dancing abilities. There is no need for props or other artifice in order to elevate or complement the production. The message needs to be straightforward and adding other elements would take away the attention from what is relevant. For a song that makes use of an imposing choir, brass instruments and drums, that is more than enough to convey the epic element of the story.
Ultimately SMFP2 is yet another example of how Jimin always subverts the expectations, of how there is this entire world and parts of himself that we wouldn't even think about. Yes he will rap, but he will do it in way that is unexpected. Of course he will dance, but the choreography will not be entirely like the type we are used from him. And he will have a poem of Rainer Maria Rilke tattooed on his torso which only indicates that we barely know anything about him. Of what is the spectrum of his inspiration, of what are some of his creative influences separate from what we would already expect. There's always the element of surprise and if there's one thing that I know I can expect from Jimin, is him doing more and different than what I could possibly think of.
This might be a song in his first solo album, but Jimin is starting on this path after 10 years of work. It means there's an entire baggage of experience, but also that we're seeing a new direction. Which can prove to be successful entirely, or perhaps only a first step for someone who will have plenty of time in establishing a public identity as a solo artist. I think his future looks bright, regardless if this song is exactly what we would have wished for or not.
*This post is merely an attempt at some sort of generalized view of the song and the music video. I will mostly likely talk more about specific elements in the following days if the occasion arises, probably by having conversations through asks.
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The Daughter of Poseidon: Chapter Two
Della pulls Jason along to meet Chiron. She glances at him every once in a while and he looks panicked.
“You know no one is going to execute you right?” she giggles.
Jason’s face resembles a deer in headlights. He pauses by a sign.
“You know something about who I am right? You and that Annabeth girl were very invested in my arm.” Jason’s blue eyes were full of paranoia.
Della sighs, “Look I don’t know who you are. That mark on your arm is unusual, and you know the gods by their Roman personas.”
Jason crosses his arms, “How do I know this Chiron guy isn’t going massacre me?”
“Chiron is just and fair. He won’t kill you unless you give him a reason. Now let's go I need to talk to Beth.” Della begins to walk towards the trail.
“About that Percy kid right?” Jason doesn’t move from his spot.
“Yes,” Della sighs, “about that Percy kid.” She swallows hard holding back any feeling that tries to escape her.
Jason has moved to the trailhead now, “Who is–”
“He’s my brother,” Della sniffs, “Let’s go.”
They meander up the trail to the Big House. A four-story manner painted baby blue with white trim. The wraparound porch had longue chairs, a card table, and an empty wheelchair.
“I’m not supposed to be here,” Jason said. He stands petrified on the spot.
“It’ll be fine Jason, I’ll be here the whole time. You won’t get massacred.”
Jasons nods.
The sound of hoof steps came from the house and Jason straightened like a soldier at attention.
Della smiles at the centaur on the porch, “Hey Chiron this is Jason.”
Jason backs up so fast he almost trips.
Chiron adorns his World's Best Centaur shirt and has his bow on his back. He ducks to avoid the porch light and starts to smile at Jason. Then the color drained from his face.
“You…” Chiron says, “You should be dead.”
An uncomfortable silence passes over the three of them.
“Adella, I need to speak to Jason in private,” Chiron says. He was stiff as a board.
Della frowns, “Are you sure I can stay if you–”
“Adella, now please.”
Della nods and steps back from the pair.
Jason’s face screams HELP ME!
Della pats him on the back. Once the door clicks shut. She makes her way down the trail.
The ring of cabins is deserted. Everyone is off doing activities to keep busy. She stops in her cabin and grabs her market bag. She shuts the door and makes her way to the lake.
Once her feet hit the shore she slips off her sneakers and sets them to the side. The wreckage of the chariot was cleaned up. The only evidence of the event was a black smoldering mark on the sand.
Della rummages through her bag, she should clean this thing out more often. Shells from Dad–no, blue Jolly Ranchers–no, aha! Della pulls a quartz crystal and a drachma. She sets the bag by her shoes. Skillfully, Della angles it to create the smallest of rainbows she tosses the drachma and says,
“Iris goddess of the rainbow please accept this offering. Show me Percy Jackson.”
Nothing happens.
Della sighs and sticks the quartz back in her bag. She should’ve known. Normally, the offering presents you with the person you’re trying to get a hold of. Ever since Perc went missing any time Della or Annabeth tried nothing happened.
Frustration seeps into Della. She knew better than to let it fester. Fully clothed in her oversized orange shirt and cut-off shorts she slips into the lake. She swims towards the bottom. Perks of being Posedion’s kid she could breathe underwater.
She nuzzles herself into a little spot crosses her legs and tries (key word tries) to meditate. Not achieving her goal Della opens her eyes to green mist instead of blue water.
Free me daughter of Poseidon, or the Earth will swallow us. It must be by solstice! A familiar older woman’s voice rang through her head, “FREE ME!”
Della gasps awake. She wasn’t underwater anymore. No, instead she’s levitating above the middle of the lake—no sign of the green mist or the voice. There is however a crowd of campers by the lake.
“Della!” Will yells, “Della, are you okay?”
Is she okay? She tries to control the water to help when whatever force is holding her up decides to drop her. Before she can crash into the lake she is caught by Will.
“You good?” Will asks.
Della gives him a dazed look, “Chiron–I need to see Chiron. Vision, bad vision”
Will sets her down but keeps an arm on her just in case, “Alright everybody move. Nothing to see here.”
Della tries moving forward when her legs nearly give out. She grabs Will again.
Will swiftly scoops her up and rushes them towards the Big House.
“Ugh, I’m never going to live this down am I?” Della asks.
“Don’t worry Dell,” Will pants, “I’ll let you keep your dignity.”
She focuses on staying awake. She vaguely remembers feeling like this at the Lotus. Disoriented.
Will bangs through the doors of the Big House.
Chiron, Annabeth, and Jason's heads all snap toward them.
“Will? Della? What happened?” Annabeth places a hand on Della’s forehead.
“I don’t know,” Will pants, “She was floating above the lake and then she fell. I barely caught her–then she said she needed to see Chiron–something about a vis–”
“A vision?” a unique voice said from the couch. Red hair appears in Della’s tunnel vision. Rachel.
“Rachel?” Della croaks. She tries to roll out of Will’s arms.
Will takes the hint and sets her on her feet. He and Annabeth both have a hand on her.
“Will, go prep the infirmary, I need to speak to Della,” Chiron orders.
Will slips his hand off her and dashes out the door.
Annabeth slips Della’s arm over her shoulder for stability.
“Chiron,” Della rasps, “Green smoke–meditating–solstice–”
“It would seem Della has had the same vision as Ms. McLean.”
“Huh? Piper had a vision?”
“More like Hera hijacked Rachel who seemed to have communicated for her,” Annabeth says.
“But Della wasn’t in the cabin–” Annabeth says.
“Guys,” Jason says, “She doesn’t look too good.”
“Della?”
Della felt her spinning like she was on the merry-go-round with Percy and their mom on the beach. Her knees buckle, and she slips out of Annabeth’s grasp on the floor. She can see him. Percy. He’s running by a freeway Riptide at the ready. “Percy? Percy, I can see you” she sighs. He just barely glances at her before the darkness swallows her like one of her father’s waves.
#heroes of olympus#percy and annabeth#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson#oc character#jason grace#leo valdez#piper mclean#the lost hero#pjo hoo#percy jackson x sister reader#jason grace x reader#jason grace x jackson!reader
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i don't mean this in a rude way but i think you should touch grass. breathe some fresh air. check your room for mold. the annabeth hate is giving Misogynist Mad That Their Ship Isn't Canon vibes and, fair enough if that is the reason, but it's just kinda weird...
Yes, you do mean it in a very rude way. Saying, "i don't mean this in a rude way but" doesn't make it not rude. You just come off as unintelligent and bitchy.
Get off anon and say this with your username exposed, you coward.
I think all Percy/Annabeth shippers need to touch grass and clean their living spaces actually. Y'all are either A) inventing your own fanon dynamics to enjoy your ship because Rick fucked it up so badly or B) abuse apologizers. And I can get screenshots for both of those to prove them.
"annabeth hate is giving Misogynist" so I'm misogynistic if I point out that a female character is abusing and controlling their boyfriend? Really? You're going with that angle? There are so many good female characters in PJO (Sally, Clarisse, Thalia, Artemis, Hazel etc.) and I love all of them. Annabeth isn't one of them.
Mad That Their Ship Isn't Canon vibes -> I have 3 ships that I really care about in PJO and all 3 of them are canon. So. I really don't know what you're talking about here. Is it the percy/nico content I've been reblogging lately? Because I ship that casually: 1/3 out of spite and 1/3 just to piss off the Perc@beth shippers. Also to get them off my blog because y'all dont know how to read "Perc@beth stans DNI."
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1, 3, 7, 15, 17, 24, 27, 30, 32 and 40?
what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?
Running ask blogs on Tumblr; looking up for a second whilst deleting emails during my undergrad application process (which is how I found the university I currently attend); moving a lot as a child
3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?
Kingsman: The Secret Service; What We Do In The Shadows; Crimson Peak
7. what scares you the most and why?
I answered this earlier, but I will take this as a chance to elaborate on the afraid of Seeing being murdered. I can't quite explain it, but I used to be terrified that there was a murderer waiting to kill me in my home, but I would be fine so long as I didn't see it. So I would have mirrors angled in certain ways and I wasn't allowed to look behind me as I closed doors or anything like that. I was so scared that sometimes I would carry a dagger with me when I left my room.
15. what do you think of when you hear the word “home”?
Light breaking over the mountains, creeping in through the window in the morning. A gentle rain. Waking up and rolling over to look at my partner. Making us each a cup of coffee. Knowing the rest of my friends will come over later so we can all sit in my room and play DnD together.
17. name 3 things that make you happy
Family dinners with @viridianvales @freckleshine007 and @doonthestair; holding @doonthestair in my arms in the morning while we lay under the blanket we made; cooking food for people
24. what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?
I FINALLY submitted my grad school apps which I've been stressing over for MONTHS now.
27. any nicknames?
Percy, Perce, Val.
30. what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?
A cup of coffee. Always. Without fail.
32. how many tabs do you have open right now?
Right now I have 7 open because I closed everything earlier so I could Do Work and not be Distracted. Pretty much all of them are google docs or things I'm reading for class right, save for this tab for Tumblr.
40. any bad habits?
I am a Chronic Procrastinator
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Vettem egy ilyen lakatot, mert elég kényelmesnek tűnt és kb. azt tudja biztonsági szempontból, mint egy átlagos U lakat (angle grinderrel egy suhi, egy nagyobb erővágóval mondjuk három perc küszködés). Az egyetlen problémám, hogy nem vagyok biztos benne, hogy ezt a tolvajok is tudják, mert viszonylag új a koncepció és mi van, ha a kábellakatokkal teszik egy kategóriába inkább?
Na mindegy, egyelőre örülök, hogy nem csörömpöl a bringa, biztosítás meg végül is van rajta.
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“Breathe.” Percy’s voice rumbles against Vax’s back as he settles in comfortably.
Vax can’t help the little smug smile on his face as he leans back to glance at the man behind him. “Breathing is second nature, Freddie. Hard to forget.”
There’s a twinkle in Percy’s eye that Vax knows doesn’t come from the light off of the silver scales that have appeared on his skin around his eyes. It’s mischievous, much like the twinkle in Vax’s own.
“You say that now.”
It’s slow as his cock is eased into him. Despite all the fingers, lube, and foreplay to prepare him for it, it still burns as he’s stretched open. He’s taken Percy like this countless times before, but it seemed every time, his body had to readjust and become familiar with the shape of his cock, the texture and sheer size. He can feel the smallest swell in his stomach as he feels Percy’s full length slide all the way in, bottoming out deep inside of him, and forcing the first of many moans from his lips.
“You’re doing so well, Vax.” The voice growls in his ear and a sharp thrust leaves the half-elf’s mouth falling open in a pathetic whine that fades into a moan. “But that’s to be expected from my mate. Your practice is paying off.”
Even if he wanted to say something, he couldn’t. Percy’s so big that every thrust nearly splits him in half and each one leaves his breath being punched out of his lungs. It’s a miracle he’s able to breathe at all, honestly.
“Look at you.” Percy shifts the slightest bit behind him, bringing a hand down to his back. He can feel the sharp claws digging into his back before they slowly drag down to settle on his hips again. “Taking my cock like you were made for it. It’s a pretty picture, Vax. I wish I was an artist to immortalize it on a canvas forever.”
“Perc—“ Another sharp thrust as this slightly new angle has him cut off, gasping loudly. He didn’t think he could feel anymore full, but here he is being proven wrong as Percy stuffs him full with every last inch of his cock.
“I could give you this every night.” He’s panting in his ear and Vax whines, desperately thrusting his hips into nothing but air. “Every day, just keep you on my cock, surrounded by my hoard, until it’s all you want.”
He manages to move a hand from where it’s balled up in a fist in the sheets back behind him, brushing out to find something solid and warm, something that was so definitively Percy. There’s a familiar brush of flesh into silver scales and he can hear the little rumble of the beast kept at bay rumbling in Percy's chest.
“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Not until you’re satisfied, my mate.”
Mate… It’s all Vax can think as he’s stuffed full over and over, chasing the promise of a release that builds up in the core of his belly, a release that’s swelling behind him in the promise of Percy’s knot.
He wants it all. He wants more.
#critical role#perc'ildan#critfic#criticallynsfw#cr1#twilight writes#what a great way to start off this blog
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Flaky, flaky, flawed, and snaky.
Play the victim, lie, and bate me.
Fool me once, play your games.
Fool me twice, call me names.
Charm, charm, so you can harm
without anybody sounding alarm.
You try to hide it, yet I see it fly,
that giant red banner across the sky.
Spend, spend, I see a trend.
YOU need MY help, and so I lend.
Drinks, sluts, games and drugs;
just sweep it all under rugs!
Crack, crack, break my back.
I just might have a heart attack!
Shove my love through a shredder!
I really deserve so much better...
Burn, burn, the pages turn.
Of all you read, you cannot learn.
I wrote that book to show my love.
Now it burns, it wasn’t enough.
Threat, threat, place your bet?
Make a stranger kiss your neck?
How dare I involve your friends?
This is how our story ends.
Risk, risk. Our health you’ve risked.
It’s not okay, you must have missed!
Inside your unborn child’s mother,
AND the next day, inside another.
Fuck, fuck, you cheat and suck!
Tell your daughter “best of luck,
I went and gave up your mommy,
now this hotter new girl’s got me.”
Karma, karma, what a bitch;
the new girl left you in a ditch.
No one else would lend a hand,
so maybe now you understand.
Lie, lie, go off and cry!
You would not care if I die!
You’re only there to see the baby.
I ask for more? Nah, that’s crazy!
Busy, busy. You getting dizzy?
Ashlee, Makayla, Meghan, Jada, Lindsey.
Got all these hoes while you’re with ME.
Jessica, Anna, Jaide, Maddy, Whitney.
Bronson, Bronson whenever ya want some
just tell em all you’re chillin with Bronson.
Dumb ass hoes won’t figure shit out.
But lies ALWAYS unravel, without a doubt.
Dumb, dumb. You just gotta get numb.
On Coke, on Percs, alcohol, and bud.
To block the pain of shame and shit.
The dumb, quick way to death type habit.
Jail, jail, yet again you fail.
But every time, you tell the tale:
Denial, blame, threats & lies.
You done this shit now how many times?
21, 21, that was your age then,
that night you ruined your life and
you are not clever, you are not bright,
for what you did just wasn’t right.
Babies, babies, you must like babies
or little girls instead of grown ladies.
You told her you were 16 years old,
and now you project that lie, behold:
14, 14, that was her age then.
You KNEW she was that innocent.
No, not 16 saying she was 19.
That little girl now must be fighting...
Trauma, trauma and all this drama.
You could not comprehend her trauma.
So this must be why you lie and deny,
cause no body likes a perverted guy.
Guilt, guilt around the lies you’ve built.
Or is it shit with which you’re filled?
No wonder you can’t sleep, you’re tangled
in webs you weave in & out of every angle.
Danger, danger! That’s what you are.
Warning Sign! Hazard! Stay very far!
Our crazy past is proof that I know.
Being cool with that shit? Just... NO!
Lost, lost, look what this cost.
Out the window our family’s tossed.
If only you could turn back time,
perhaps then we’d still be fine.
Fine, fine... but COULD we be fine?
If you really could turn back time?
HA! That’s hilarious!! Flaky in check??!
Dating you’s a fucking train wreck!
Ivy, Ivy. So cute, pure, and tiny.
Yet, more loved than gold; almighty.
She makes my heart sing and glow.
But this feeling you’ll never know.
Innocent, innocent that’s what she is.
So, far away from you she’ll live.
Away from twisted lies, and deception;
whores, drugs, violence, and destruction.
Happy, happy. That’s what she’ll be;
not around danger, but safe here with me.
She’ll grow to know that she is so loved.
She don’t need your shit, we got enough.
Shame, shame. But you’re to blame.
Happy that I learned your game.
Sad you have Sociopathy,
but that, our girl will never see.
Bye bye you perverted guy.
The truth behind your nasty lie,
THAT will haunt you till you pass.
Or maybe longer... take a guess.
Flaky, flaky, flawed, and snaky?
Real shit happens fuckin with flaky.
So take a page from my mad diary:
Flakes can go fuck themselves,TRUST me.
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Oz shuffles forward, a light blush on their cheeks as they hold out a crudely wrapped gift. “Happy birthday, Perce.” He says, cracking a small, bashful smile. In the box is a teddy bear, a fancy one he saved a few weeks salary for.
THE POOR WRAPPING DOESN'T faze her; she pulls the box into her lap, wide green eyes flicking between it and him as slender fingers pick at the tape. met with the bear, plush lips break into a toothy grin, a breathless & delighted giggle escaping her as she toys with one of its ears. ‘ i love it ! he’s so cute, ’ she coos, biting down on her lower lip and pulling the bear from the box to get a better look at it. percy can tell how nice it is, with its soft fur and glass eyes. smiling fondly at it for a moment, she sets it aside so she can stand up and reach for oz. she slides her arms around his waist, angling her chin up as she steps close to his chest and turns the warmth of her expression on him: ‘ almost as cute as you. now... do i get a birthday kiss, too ? ’
PERCY’S BIRTHDAY BASH
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