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Been having a weird/off week. But you know what’s made it better?

Spending some more time in Midvale with Supergirl Ep. 6x06, “Prom Again!”

Spoilers!

So! Last week was the fun shenanigans/set-up, THIS WEEK we get the emotional pay-offs and oooooh. So good. So good.

Historically, Supergirl kinda struggles to stick its landing when it comes to paying off its set-ups, but I think this episode is really solid in that regard.

And thus, we begin! With the forest showdown! And I love it. Love every part of it. Love Kara flying in and freeing Nia and Brainy with her heat vision, love that one of Kenny and Kara’s go-to plays is called ‘Speed Racer’, love Brainy’s whole, ‘my buddy’s gonna BLAST YA if you don’t cooperate’ and Kara just. Threatens the bad guys from the shrubbery.

She’s supposed to be scary and intimidating with the heat vision eyes but dagnabbit...it’s just kind of cute.

Last week I completely forgot to mention how much I love that Kenny and Kara have go-to plays WITH NAMES. (NERDY names at that!) And also that Alex is so exasperated by it.

JUST YOU WAIT, KIDDO.

Fast forward to the Fortress and everyone’s happy! The day is saved! The timeline is restored! Alex apologizes for being a bit of a grouch!

*cough* understatement *cough*

And Brainy doesn’t get the fist bump, d’awwwww. XD

Nia has a lovely chat with Kara wherein SHE is the elder hero who inspires the youths. Nice. NICE.

And THEN, the first of some good Danvers Sisters scenes...we’ll call this one ‘the mini-van chat.’

Kara apologizing about the ‘Zookeeper fight-y thing’ and the GLASSES FIDGET.

Shout out to the writers, who were ON-POINT with the dialogue for both parts, and shout out to the young actresses as well. It’s...honestly uncanny, how well they nailed playing Kara and Alex.

(I mean, we knew this already, of course, but GOSH. What a wonderful showcase. So, so glad, that we got such a large Midvale story in the final season.)

Right, so, another dialogue highlight from the mini-van chat (but like, not in a silly way. More in a, ‘oh wow that’s very sweet’ way) Alex, to Kara about her choice: ‘It’s the right one because you made it.’

THESE KIDS.

Then we go to Nia and Brainy on the Legion Cruiser!

Nia’s outfit? Outstanding. Brainy’s mask? Admittedly a little distracting because it didn’t look like it was fitting quite right.

But A+ song choice for their dance, show.

(Really, A+ song choices across the board. You can tell they were absolutely LOVING getting in all those needle drops.)

And then we discover--ALL IS NOT WELL! THE TIMELINE IS STILL BROKEN!

Cat Grant has released the aliens! And she has been captured! And yet she remains heckin’ fearless!

Love that she calls Mitch ‘Mr. Blue Sky.’

It took me a while to warm up to this ‘new’ version of Cat Grant but this episode really gave her some fun stuff to do and yep, I dig it. Great stuff.

Meanwhile, back at the prom...

I'm taking this moment to applaud the Supergirl folks for their very nice workarounds for ‘crowded’ locations this season thus far. The episodes have never felt like, overtly obvious in terms of Covid protocol impacts (I mean there are a few scenes here and there where you’re like, ‘oh, yeah, this is set up in this specific way to probably account for some production changes) but I’ve never felt that the episodes are losing anything, you know?

Case in point! Two episodes, set in a crowded high school! But most of the stuff takes place before/between classes, or outside!

(Specifically enjoyed all the outdoor stuff and natural lighting. It’s not quite the same as that LA sunshine, but. Still nice.)

Anyways, in “Prom Again!” the action/discussions are set in the hallways/classrooms outside of the actual Prom. Inobtrusive! Makes sense for the story! Doesn’t compromise!

Gold stars for everyone.

Kara and Kenny are BOTH unrelentingly cheesy--Kara even says as much--and it’s wonderful.

‘Hey Stargazer.’ Kara, you smooth operator you.

Shout out to Kenny’s bowtie, it’s great.

...Shout out to Kenny in general.

(Like, Will is great, but he’s got a lot to live up to, now.)

So FURTHER PROOF THAT THE TIMELINE IS BUSTED: Kara is going to stay in Midvale!

Me, knowing full well that Kara has to go to National City, but also being...just a liiiiittle bit team Kenny:

And then...THE METEOR!

That Kara just. Body-slams.

It reminded me of another Danvers, who also body-slams some space stuff:

But UNLIKE Kara’s cross-company cousin, this particular move does not end well!

Because there’s KRYPTONITE! And also, a CLOAKED SPACESHIP, BLOCKING THE FALLING METEOR DEBRIS! And, you know, ALIEN HUNTERS THREATENING HIGH SCHOOLERS! And Kenny SACRIFICES HIMSELF FOR KARA!

(Well, okay. It’s tonight but you get the idea.)

Poor, sweet Kenny. Who feels WAY out of his depth as he’s imprisoned alongside Cat on the alien ship...but it does bring us one of her patented ‘tough love pep talks.’ Wherein she calls Kenny brilliant.

And also, Kendall.

Never change, Cat. Never change.

Also, “Go, go.”

Okay, some more rapid fire specifics that I enjoyed so that this list doesn’t get...too? Long? ...No promises.

Smol Kara squaring her shoulders in that classic Kara Super Pose!

Alex being able to pick a lock!

Kara using the reflected sunlight from the moon to heal!

‘That’s an 80% failure rate’ ‘Oh yes it’s terrible.’

The scene where the police have Kara, and Alex comes rushing out all, ‘that’s my sister!’ and Kara’s gonna just RISK EVERYTHING to fix this?

100/10, excellent, love to see that Danvers Sisters angst in the Worst Timeline. Also? Alex’s desperate little headshake, silently pleading for Kara to NOT DO THE THING???? Devastating. In the best way.

‘The world will know that name...Keira.’

No Plutonian Landshark sightings!?!? Not even a graphic on a computer screen? FOR SHAME!

(Personally, I’m imaging that they look like Jeff, pictured below.)

Kara stowing away on the Cruiser, and her very cute, ‘Don’t be mad!’

Her entire speech about her future--She’s just seventeen! She doesn’t have her driver’s license yet! Eliza’s only let her do the laundry once! She’s not even sure she can make rice!

(Eliza, I love you, but for Pete’s sake, let your kid do her own laundry.)

Brainy and Kara trying to play it cool upon being discovered by Kenny and Alex!

Their story involving an excess of formal wear!

Nia inspiring Cat to start CatCo, and telling her she’s CAT FREAKIN’ GRANT!

“If you say Lois Lane I will expire.”

Wait, did I mention the lucid dreaming power yet? ...Nia’s lucid dreaming power!

The entirety of Kara and Kenny’s talk in the gym!

Kara in the Worst Timeline tell Alex, ‘you don’t have to shout’. And then in the Fixed Timeline: ‘inside voice please.’

And she quotes Monty Python that lil GOOBER.

THE WHOLE EPISODE(S) was a GOSHDARN DELIGHT, I TELL YA. (Did I say that last week? I might’ve said that last week, but I don’t care.)

And now, some slightly more in-depth, overall thoughts:

So, How ‘Bout Them Danvers: Not surprisingly, the girls end up in, if not the exact same place as the end of “Midvale”, then pretty darn close. I’m trying to avoid, like. All of fandom, these days, but unfortunately, the bad takes are numerous, and often untagged. So I did see a bunch of people insisting that Kenny living ‘ruined the Danvers’ relationship’ and that the show is ‘taking away everything that makes Kara Kara’

To which I say:

In the broadest terms, what needs to happen by episode’s end to match up with “Midvale”, and prep the kiddos for the stuff that happens in the Pilot - Kara needs to put the aspirations of super-ing on the backburner, and Alex needs to like. Not hate Kara, but also be committed to helping Kara keep her secret, you know...secret.

All of these things are set up. I repeat: All. Of. Them.

And Kenny didn’t have to die!

(I will admit, I chuckled that they so blatantly teased an untimely demise for him...because I know it will annoy select corners of fandom.

Muhahahahaha.)

But anyways, back to those key ingredients for making a ‘Danvers Sisters in the same emotional place they were in @ Midvale’s end’ soup: Alex deals with that simmering resentment. Seeing Kara handle herself well in a super-ing context gives her that little, ‘hey, this isn’t so bad!’ outlook.

BUT INTERESTINGLY, in the Fixed Timeline, Alex and Kara don’t have that chat in the supply room, where Alex is like. ‘You CANNOT reveal your powers, BAD THINGS will happen if you do.’

That is saved for the Pilot!*

MEANWHILE. The Kara ingredients! She puts super-ing on hold.

Her chat with Kenny functions as a replacement for her chat with J’onn-as-Not!Alura, in the sense that it’s here that she reveals that she didn’t choose to come to Midvale, she didn’t choose these powers.

(...I can already sense fandom using those lines to prove their end-of-series theories and like. Ugh. Ugh.)

But anyways. It’s also here that we get shades of Pilot!Kara, what with the season one conflict of being Super vs. being normal.

It’s ALL THE SAME STUFF.

Fandom needs to like. Chill.

And their (fake) concern for Kara’s characterization is entirely misplaced, because this was a really wonderful showcase for Kara in particular.

Like. The first episode was really Nia’s time to shine, and we still got solid Brainy and Nia action in this episode!

But man. That good Kara content.

THE CONTENT I CRAVE!

So speaking of good Kara content in particular, I LOVED Kara’s prom dress. It's got both a SKIRT. AND PANTS!

Amazing.

I know nothing of fashion, but it was very cute, very girly, and okay. Though I hate the comic, the one thing I actually liked about Future State is Kara’s costume. This was similar!

(Thank goodness it looked nothing like the prom dress from Rebirth. That...was a bit of a train wreck.)

(Look, not all comic artists are great clothes designers, it’s just how it is.)

We see the empowerment theme come up with Kara inspiring Kenny; he describes her as ‘an amazing light in a world of darkness’ and tells her that, ‘you changed me, Kara Zor-El.’

We love to see it.

They also agree that stargazing and Monty Python make for the perfect prom these absolute NERDS I love them.

*Quick wibbly-wobbly, timey-whimey note WRT making this episode ‘fit’ with the Pilot: I’m not saying that it 100% does. There’s already the change with the Kryptonite, and the added info/awareness of the DEO.

Those little changes, though, don’t really impact the overall arc of Kara and Alex, the way the emotional stuff might.

Thus! The ‘Pilot’ of Earth Prime, and in fact, the ENTIRETY of the show’s run thus far most likely involved little differences throughout, but the emotional core is very close, if not the exact same.

BUT EITHER WAY, it doesn’t matter, because our Kara and Alex are still our Kara and Alex thanks to the multiple sets of memories!

(So all of fandom’s freaking out is for naught. As it almost always is.)

I bring this up because, again, as much as I talk about setting stuff up for where we find Kara six years from now--this Kara is a little different! She comes across as more confident, something Izabela Vidovic mentioned in an interview, when discussing her approach to playing Kara this time around.

And now, Alex: Admittedly, she gets less focus as like, a solo-entity in these episodes--she really is there to serve the more Kara-centric plot. Personally, it didn’t bother me too much because outside of these flashback episodes, Alex has had some solid development and screen time, so. It balances out.

And the scenes we did get with those 2? Solid. Top tier. There was even a couch scene! Like, technically. Because there was a couch in the supply room. XD

Spotlight on Kenny: fandom kinda loves to insist that all the men on Supergirl are trash, because, ya know. 'Feminism’ or whatever. It’s ships, it’s always ships. But, in fact! The dudes on Supergirl? Are actually wonderful! And Kenny is another example of a guy who isn’t afraid to be emotionally vulnerable, who 1000% supports Kara, but is also like. His own person.

GOOD JOB, SHOW. GOOD JOB.

Brainy too, had some really nice stuff in terms of dealing with his emotions!

And it’s Brainy who gives us our closing line, as Nia asks him how he’s feeling now that they’ve accomplished their mission:

“Hopeful.”

NOICE.

In conclusion! “Prom Night” and “Prom Again!” were EXCELLENT! They had heart! They had stakes! They had the promised time-travel do-over alluded to in the titles! Outstanding performances from the entire cast! Tthe ‘young’ versions of characters in particular! And I WILL be watching these episodes on repeat throughout the three-month hiatus! XD

But before the Super Friends take their break: NEXT WEEK! The Quest for Kara Concludes!!!

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gpafour · 6 years

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jikook fic: unexpected

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin

soooo ytd i did mention i would try to upload my fic here in hopes to get more feedback on how i can improve ;; since i’ll reach a different group of audience here as on ao3.

I didnt have a beta so lmk if there were any errors, i’ll probably come back to write them again. It’s a one shot and honestly 6k of pure filth, my first smut lmao. Well. with that said, lets go.

SUMMARY “You alright there?” Jimin asked. “N-no, yes, n—, I’m okay.” Jeongguk stutters. Jimin smirks again and starts advancing towards Jeongguk. “Are you nervous?”

“N—” he started.“I caught you staring at my ass,” another step closer to Jeongguk.

or jikook fic where run!bts ep 47 jungkook meets run!bts ep 45&47 jimin

This was not what Jeongguk was expecting.

“Fuck, it’s so hot.” Jeongguk grumbles as he pulled his shirt off him.

June. Summer has arrived – it was nearly 38 degrees out; the heat radiating into his living room. It was finally his day off. Jeongguk groans as he plopped down onto his sofa, an ice-cold glass of beer in his hand and a bag of chips in another. He sighs. It had been a long, arduous month.

With the recent manpower cut, his supervisor, Namjoon, started piling tons of paperwork on Jeongguk’s desk. He had been working continuously and twice as many shifts as before; it was definitely tiring him out.

All he wants right now was to enjoy his day off doing nothing. Jeongguk picks up the remote control and switches the TV on. Sweat droplets and condensation from his beer trickle down his torso, fuck, the heat is unforgiving. He bore his eyes into the electronic box in front of him, eyes drooping close.

The doorbell rings, jostling Jeongguk awake from his nap. Reluctantly, Jeongguk opened his eyes, bringing his hand up to shield them from the rays of the harmful sun. Once he is able to focus, Jeongguk takes in his surroundings. The sun is setting, and the TV is showing the reruns of an old cliché drama. The doorbell chimes, again.

“Who is it?” Jeongguk groans, slightly annoyed at whoever is at the door, having woken him up from his slumber. He took a swing of his beer, now lukewarm. “Ugh, gross.” He grumbled as he slams the glass back down onto the coffee table.

“Delivery for Jeon Jeongguk-ssi!”

Jeongguk makes his way to his front door, pulls it open and was met with a shock. Standing right on his door was the most beautiful man Jeongguk had ever laid his eyes upon. The man, not much taller than himself, stood next to a package resting on a trolley. He donned a blue vest over his black T-shirt with a pair of matching sweatpants. The owner of the voice has blonde locks tucked underneath his black cap, low enough to protect from the sun but also high enough to expose his eyes, so brown and so mesmerising.

“Good afternoon! I’m here to make a delivery for….” the delivery boy voice fades as he looked up from the receipts in his hands. Jeongguk caught his eyes scanning Jeongguk’s body as if he was a prey ready to be eaten, he averted his gaze hurriedly. The delivery boy lifted a pointed finger, directly at a shirtless Jeongguk.

“What are – oh shit, sorry, be right back!” Jeongguk sputtered. He runs back into his apartment, leaving a startled blonde on his doorstep, in search for the piece of clothing he threw off hours ago. Jeongguk found the white item draped across on his dining chair, hastily put it on and made his way back to the door.

“Sorry, I – it – the weather was unbearable.” Jeongguk mumbled with his head lowered, hand reaching over to scratch the back of his neck.

“It’s alright,” the delivery boy singsongs and Jeongguk’s heart pings, thankful to have such sweet melody graced his ears.

“So, I have a package, you said?” Jeongguk started, hoping to change the topic as quickly as possible, hoping to forget the embarrassing incident that happened seconds before.

The delivery boy stares at the receipt in his hands, “You ordered a full-length mirror from IKEA, scheduled to be delivered today, is that right?”

“Oh, yes, that’s right, c’mon in.” Jeongguk confirms, as he stood aside and made way for the blonde to wheel his package in.

“Where should I place it?”

“By the dining table is fine, here let me help you.”

After a gruesome 10 minutes of ripping off the package, plastic covering and tapes, Jeongguk got his full-length mirror placed nicely by the dining table. The mirror is beautiful, rose gold borders with intricate carvings resting on a sturdy stand, reflecting light off the sun, illuminating the dark dining area.

Jeongguk stood up, dusting his shorts, and then proceeds to wipe his face with his shirt. He looked over towards the delivery boy. He had his vest removed, exposing his now soaked black top that clings to his body, showing off his physique. Despite being smaller than Jeongguk, he observed that the man has well-defined pectorals and arms.

“Can I offer you a drink?”

“No, it’s okay, I have one more delivery to complete after this.” The blonde replied as he puts on his vest.

“C’mon just one glass of water, I’m sure after all that moving and this stupid heat, you must be thirsty. A glass won’t hurt.”

The blonde hums in response, contemplating as if Jeongguk’s asking a lot of him, before giving in.

“Well then, ice water will do, thanks.”

Jeongguk smiled at his little victory, beckoning the blonde to follow him to his kitchen. Jeongguk poured two glasses of water, one for himself and one for the other. The man before him gulped down the water hurriedly, quenching his thirst.

“Thanks for helping out er…”

“Jimin, I’m Park Jimin,” The delivery boy shrugged, “Just doing my job, thanks for the water anyway.”

Jeongguk nods in acknowledgment, eyes lost in the blonde’s, not paying attention to the words coming out of his mouth.

“Jeongguk-ssi?” Said blonde waves his hand in front of Jeongguk’s face, breaking him out of his trance.

“Huh? Oh – yeah, I’m – oh, I mean, no problem.” Jeongguk stammered.

The man placed a hand over his mouth and giggled shyly, before turning around making his way back to his truck. Jeongguk leaned against his doorframe and stares at the blonde’s back, wondering when he would have the chance to see him again. Just then –

“Hey, Jeongguk-sshi?”

Jeongguk looks up to see Jimin has one leg in his truck, ready to slide in but his head turned towards Jeongguk.

“Yeah?”

“You had your shirt on backwards,” Jimin called out before chuckling and getting into his truck. “See you around!”

Jeongguk looks down at his shirt and groans before slamming the door shut. Way to make a good first impression on the most beautiful delivery man he ever seen.

“Jeongguk, I need you to come over to the station right now.”

Jeongguk groans as he brought his hand up to rub his eyes before he slaps it across his face. He looked over to his alarm clock resting on his bedside table. “Hyung, it’s 8 fucking am on a Saturday, why do I need to go over to the station?!”

“We have a problem, it is an emergency” Namjoon states.

“What sort of emergency would require me – “

“Just get your fucking ass over here, Jeongguk,” Namjoon ordered hastily before cutting the call.

Jeongguk threw his phone down on his bed and grumbles. It was Saturday, he had plans – well, plans to stay in bed the whole day and eating pizza, but plans nonetheless – now it’s ruined thanks to Namjoon. Jeongguk kicks his duvet off him and let out a loud yawn stretching his hands overhead. He stood up and grudgingly made his way to the showers.

Jeongguk reaches the station in an hour and raps knock on Namjoon’s door.

“Come in.”

Jeongguk steps into his office and was shocked to find Namjoon sitting behind stacks of files, fingers frantically flying across the keyboard eyes fixed on the laptop screen. Namjoon’s eyes were puffy and bloodshot, his tie hung loose on his neck, and there are three abandoned mugs of coffee on the table by his side. To say that Namjoon is tired is an understatement. Namjoon looks wrecked. Confusion sits on Jeongguk’s face, Namjoon might be his superior but he is first Jeongguk’s best friend.

“What is going on, hyung?”

“The chief just dumped a pile of old case notes on my desk, asking me to sort them according to year, by tonight.” He stresses, “How am I supposed to finish sorting them and finish my current report both by tonight?! You are going to help me with it.”

“You made me come over to the station on my precious, Saturday morning just to help you sort fucking case notes?!” Jeongguk screeches and threw his hands up in the air.

Namjoon winces, shoulders scrunching upwards. “I’m sorry, Guk, would you help me, please? I’ll buy you a meal this week, just help me now before I get my ass fucking fired.”

Jeongguk rubs his face and sighs in defeat, after all, there is some truth in what Namjoon said. “Fine, only because the Chief is a fucking pain in the ass. And, Jin-hyung would come after me if you were to die here.”

A pink tinge appears across Namjoon’s cheeks and he grins, “Thanks, Guk, I knew I can count on you.”

“You bet.”

4 hours and three more cups of coffee later, Jeongguk finally finished sorting the old case notes and Namjoon submits the report, all in time before their Chief could come after both their asses.

Namjoon leans back into his chair, legs propped up on his desk, “Fuck, so glad we’re done. What would I have done without you, Guk?”

“You still owe me lunch,” Jeongguk states as he raises his brows.

“Fine, let me clear up this mess and then let’s get outta here, I know a new place just opened up down the street.” Namjoon suggested as he knocked over one of his forgotten coffee mugs, spilling cold coffee all over his desk.

“Shit!”

Jeongguk sighs, “why not you go freshen up while I help you with this?”

“Yeah, okay, thanks. Sorry, Guk.” Namjoon says sheepishly as he made his way out of his office.

After lunch, they decided to head to a nearby coffee shop just to catch up on their lives apart from the station. As Namjoon went off searching for a table, Jeongguk headed for the queue.

There are three people in front of him, and as Jeongguk looks up, a blur of blonde hair caught his eyes. “One caramel macchiato, coming right up!” Jeongguk ears perk up at the familiar voice. He strains his neck, looking over the shoulder of the person in front of him and that’s when he sees him.

Jimin, beautiful Park Jimin. Jimin was wearing a white button-down shirt with sleeves that reached his elbows and a pair of black slacks that hugs his legs, accentuating his round butt. Jeongguk gulps as he watches Jimin work his way around the coffee machines, tampering and levelling the coffee beans, face full of concentration.

“Here you go, Sir. One caramel macchiato. That will be four dollars.” Jimin chirps. Jeongguk has his gaze fixed on the barista. Eyes scanning and analysing his every move, before long, it was Jeongguk’s turn to order.

“Next – Oh hey! Jeongguk, right?”

Jeongguk swallowed down a gulp as he wipes his sweating palms on his pants. “Y-yeah, Jimin-ssi?”

“Oh, you remembered me!” Jimin exclaims and gives Jeongguk a wide smile, eyes disappearing into crescents. Jeongguk returns his smile, cheeks tinged pink.

Jeongguk’s eyes travelled down to his thick lips, and he wishes he could feel how soft they would be against his. “Your smile is so pretty...” Jeongguk blurts out. Jimin’s lips forms an ‘o’ and blushes.

“Jeongguk,” he starts

Jeongguk’s face turns beet red as he redirected his gaze upwards.

“Sorry, I just… think that your smile is really pretty,” Jeongguk apologises, pulling at his collar, avoiding Jimin’s eyes.

“You’re cute, Jeonggukkie.” Jimin laughs. “Well then, what can I get for you?”

Jeongguk blushes, duck his head under his shoulder and mumbled, “Two iced Americano, please.”

“Coming right up!”

After a few minutes of waiting, Jeongguk grab both the cups and brought it over to a table by the window where Namjoon is seated.

“A friend of yours?” Namjoon asks as he motions towards Jimin.

“Sort of, I guess, just some guy who delivered something to my house a few days ago.”

“He’s cute.”

Jeongguk nods his head in agreement as he took a sip of his, “Yeah. He’s hot, too.”

“Did you get his number? You should bang him.” Jeongguk chokes on his drink. “What? You said he’s hot,” Namjoon elaborates.

“I did, but that doesn’t mean I have to fuck him.”

Namjoon shrugs, “It’s been long since you last get laid, man.”

They started talking about work, and how shitty their Chief is. Joking about moving to another town, where there will be more actions. To be honest, the thought of it sounds exciting. They have been stuck in this quaint town for all their lives. There were not many action-filled days to be lived, most of their days are spent patrolling the roads and Jeongguk was starting to lose his passion.

Jeongguk looks over to the coffee bar, where Jimin is. He watched intensely, how Jimin smiles at every customer, and how Jimin prepares coffee for each of them. He looks graceful, he is graceful. Small hands holding warm cups of coffee, levelling and tampering the beans. Jeongguk is mesmerised. His eyes travelled over Jimin’s hands, up to his arms, shoulders and down to his perky ass. Jeongguk gulps and licks his lips. How he wished he could grab the round globes in his hands.

Just then, Jimin looks up and caught Jeongguk’s eyes. His lips curl up into a smirk and winks at Jeongguk before he turns back to the counter. Jeongguk felt his ears goes red, as embarrassment creeps up his neck to colour his face. In state of panic, for getting caught, Jeongguk stood up abruptly, knees hitting the table, spilling his cup’s content all over his bottoms. Jeongguk swears he felt every single one, in the coffee shop is staring at him. Jimin included.

“Hey, Guk are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. I—I’ll be right back,”

Jeongguk rushes into the washroom and managed to get most of the coffee out before it permanently stains his pants. He looks up into the mirror, placing his hands on either side of the sink. He breaths deeply, and mentally counting down, in hope to calm his racing heart down but to no avail.

He splashes the water on his face before he looks at himself in the mirror, beads of water flowing down his face. Jeongguk thoughts trailed back to what happened just minutes before. How can a man made him react like that? His grip on the sink tightens, knuckles turning white.

“You know, you have to pay for the sink if you break it.”

Jeongguk eyes widen as he turns towards the entrance and sees the cause of his palpitations. Jimin stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the door frame. He had his eyebrows raised and his lips, slightly parted. His pristine white shirt, not a stain of coffee in sight, fits snugly on his body. He looks like a model straight out of a runway. Heck, he could’ve look like he came from the garbage dump and Jeongguk would still think that Jimin is hot as hell.

“I—I,”

“You alright there?” Jimin asked.

“N-no, yes, n—, I’m okay.” Jeongguk stutters.

Jimin smirks again and starts advancing towards Jeongguk.

“Are you nervous?”

“N—” he started.

“I caught you staring at my ass,” another step closer to Jeongguk.

Jeongguk’s heart started to pick up pace again, and he swears he could hear his beating in his ears.

“Did you like what you see?” Jimin questions.

When Jeongguk refuses to answer Jimin decided to take matters in his own hands, he strides towards Jeongguk, nose almost touching the other.

“I said, did you like what you see, Jeonggukie?” Jimin demanded as he pushes Jeongguk lightly against the sink. He felt his back hit the cool glass of the mirror. Jimin pry open his knees and stood between Jeongguk’s thighs, invading Jeongguk’s space.

He looks into Jeongguk’s eyes and cocks an eyebrow.

“Answer me, Jeongguk.”

“I—”

His words were halted as Jimin rests his hands on Jeongguk’s thigh and gave it a light squeeze. He leans into the junction between Jeongguk’s shoulder and neck, giving him kitten licks before blowing on the wet area.

Jeongguk shudders as the cool air hits him. Jimin presses his thigh against Jeongguk’s crotch. His hands found purchase on Jeongguk’s hips.

“Jimin” Jeongguk starts.

“Yeah, baby?” He breaths into the shell of Jeongguk’s ear.

“We are in the toilet,” He gasps, feeling the bulge growing in his pants.

“Yeah, so?” Jimin raises a brow as he started palming Jeongguk’s growing bulge. “Shall I stop?”

“N-no,” Jeongguk moans as he starts to grind against Jimin’s palm. “Please, don’t.”

“Tell me, Jeongguk, tell me what you want me to do,” Jimin taunts.

“Harder.”

Jimin removes his hand and wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s neck, he presses his cock against Jeongguk’s and starts to grind his hips down. Jeongguk threw his head back, letting it rest on the mirror and his hands around Jimin’s sides. He closes his eyes and let out a coarse moan.

Jeongguk wraps his legs around Jimin, using the sink as a form of leverage. He digs his heels into the back of Jimin’s thighs, bringing him closer, as he matches Jimin’s pace. He moves in tandem with Jimin, thrusting upwards as Jimin grinds down, he felt his pants growing tighter and tighter. Jimin moves his hand to the back of Jeongguk’s head and brought his lips down to his. Jeongguk sighs into the kiss, finally feeling the softness of Jimin’s lips after dreaming about them the whole week.

This was not what Jeongguk expected when he came into the washroom. All Jeongguk wanted was to calm his racing heart rate, not to further increase it.

Their kiss was harsh and desperate, their teeth clashing with each other before they found a suitable rhythm. The sounds of their kisses echo throughout the toilet. Jeongguk hands snakes up to cup Jimin’s cheeks as he tilts his head and deepens the kiss.

Jimin bites onto Jeongguk’s lower lip and pulls back, eliciting a moan from the younger.

“Fuck, you kiss good.” He pants as Jimin lets go of his bottom lip.

Jimin grips onto Jeongguk’s shirt tightly and pulls Jeongguk closer to him, so close that Jeongguk can feel his breath on his chin. He looks up into Jeongguk’s eyes; it was just like his – dark, black and lust-filled. Pupils dilated, desperate for more. “Then kiss me more, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk crashes his lips back against Jimin’s once more, his hand travelled down the small of Jimin’s back while the other snake to his knead the globes of Jimin’s ass. He moans into the kiss, and Jeongguk takes the opportunity to part his lips with his tongue, seeking permission. He brushes his tongue across his teeth, exploring the hot cavern of his mouth.

Jimin loosens his grip and starts to play with the hem of Jeongguk’s shirt. He rubs his hands on Jeongguk’s abdomen, he moans as he glides his fingers along the bumps of Jeongguk’s abs. Jeongguk took pride in the fact that the results of his 5-day workout per week had shown. He never missed a day for the past year, and he is definitely proud of it. He was well built, muscles all in the right places and in the perfect proportions.

Jeongguk smirks into the kiss, smug that he finally has something against Jimin, “Do you like it?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Jimin retorts, as he sucks on Jeongguk’s tongue harshly. One of his hands disappears under Jeongguk’s pants and grabs his bulge, pumping it lightly. The tip of Jeongguk’s cock peeks out from the waistband of his briefs, glistening with precum. Jimin swipe his thumb across the tip, smearing precum all over. He ruts his cock against Jeongguk’s thigh, attempting to relive any form of friction.

Jimin breaks the kiss and latches onto the nape of Jeongguk’s neck, nipping the area, leaving faint red marks across his neck. His free hand moves down to Jeongguk’s pants, unzipping and pulling both his pants and underwear down in one swift movement, pooling at his ankles.

Jimin sinks down to his knees, eyes never breaking contact with Jeongguk’s. He licks a stripe up on the underside of his cock. Jimin then wraps his hands around Jeongguk’s thighs as he took his throbbing length into his mouth. Jimin started nibbling the head of his cock lightly, sending a wave of pleasure through Jeongguk’s spine. His cock started to leak more precum and Jimin laps it up hungrily. He scrunches his nose, Jeongguk’s precum doesn’t taste as sweet as vanilla ice-cream but it’s not bad either. He continues to nip along the underside of Jeongguk’s cock and one of his hands came up to fondle his balls.

“Fuck,” he whimpers. “Quit teasing.”

Jimin ignores Jeongguk’s pleas as he starts to suck on the tip of Jeongguk’s red cock. Jeongguk groans, his patience wearing thin. He brought his free hand down, grabbing a fistful of Jimin’s blonde locks, pulling him closer. Jimin winces but seems to take the hint and finally, finally, took his whole aching cock into his mouth. Jeongguk sighs in relief and lightly thrust into his mouth. Jimin hollowed his cheeks, sucking his cock in, drawing a low whine from the younger. Jeongguk looks down at Jimin – he had his free hand in his pants, pumping his neglected cock lightly. His half-lidded eyes never leaving Jeongguk’s. The sight itself was nearly enough to drive him over the edge.

He pushes his cock further in, hitting the back of Jimin’s throat. Jeongguk tangles his hands in Jimin’s hair and he starts to thrust his cock further into his mouth. Jimin gags and chokes, tightening around Jeongguk’s cock. Jeongguk caught the tears off Jimin’s cheeks with his thumb as he continues thrusting into his mouth with fervour. Jimin gave a particular hard suck, and that resulted in Jeongguk coming down his throat with Jimin happily swallowing it all down.

Jimin releases his cock with a loud pop. A trail of saliva connecting Jeongguk’s cock and his swollen lips. The younger brought his thumb down to break the connection, wiping the remnants of his cum on Jimin’s chin. He let his fingers graze along the sharp definitions of Jimin’s jaw, before tilting his chin up harshly, their eyes never leaving each other’s. Jimin’s lips felt raw and dry, Jeongguk brought his face down to Jimin’s level and starting licking Jimin’s lips softly. “What time does your shift ends?”

“Soon, about another hour,” Jimin breathes. Jeongguk pauses, an hour doesn’t seem like a long time but when you have hot barista in front of you waiting to be pleased, it does seem like an eternity. But the thought of beautiful Jimin sprawled naked on his bed seem so inviting and tempting, he decides that the wait would be worthwhile.

“Okay, I’ll wait for you.” Jimin nods, “Go, before your boss notices you’re gone,” Jeongguk states and – “Shit, Namjoon hyung.”

Jimin snickers as he makes himself presentable, before heading out with a slight wave of his hand. Jeongguk pulled his bottoms and briefs back up, and then switches on the tap, splashing water on his face. Once he decides that he look less debauched, he left the washroom.

Namjoon put one hand up just as Jeongguk opens his mouth, “Look, I think I know what just happened, I saw him heading in after you and that mark on your neck confirms my suspicions.” He points out.

Jeongguk stares blankly at Namjoon, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, hand coming up to cover his neck instinctively. Namjoon stood up with his coffee cup facing Jeongguk, he brought a hand up to his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. “He must have been damn good for you to be stuck in the toilet for 30 minutes,” he whispers into Jeongguk’s ears. “Remember to use protection.”

“Hyung!” Jeongguk whines as he whirls around just in time to see Namjoon waving his hand in the air never looking back as he left the coffee shop with a chime of the bell.

Once they got inside Jeongguk’s apartment, he turns Jimin around, trapping him between himself and the door. Jimin lifted his gaze to meet the younger, hands lightly caressing the base of Jeongguk’s neck. Jeongguk held on to Jimin’s wrist before sliding up to intertwine their fingers together. He leans in and presses his lips against Jimin’s. Their kiss was soft and slow, unlike the ones they shared earlier today.

Jeongguk presses himself against Jimin, trying to get as close to him as possible. Jimin free hand trail upwards, stopping the nape of Jeongguk’s neck, tugging on his hair, eliciting a moan from the taller. Jimin’s tongue snakes into his mouth and licks the roof of Jeongguk’s mouth. He hitches Jimin’s leg up around his waist and started rolling his hips against him.

“Please,” Jimin moans desperately.

Jeongguk places both his arms underneath Jimin’s thighs and lifts him up, lips never leaving his. Jimin wraps his legs around Jeongguk’s waist as he cards through his hair. Their kisses now more tongue than lips. Jeongguk really wants to take Jimin there and then, impatient and desperate, he threw Jimin on his sofa and hovers over him, hands on both sides of Jimin’s head.

He starts to pepper Jimin’s face with soft, fleeting kisses – he kisses his forehead, he eyelids, his nose, his cheeks and finally his lips. The kiss was slow and gentle, as if Jimin would break under his touch if too much pressure was used. Jimin hands start to roam around Jeongguk’s body, he trails upwards and tweaks a nipple, eliciting a moan from the younger. Jeongguk sat upright and removes his shirt before throwing it to some corner of his room, and Jimin follow suit.

Jeongguk stares at the sight below him and sucks in a breath. Jimin is beautiful. He is everything Jeongguk isn’t – Jimin is fair, almost as fair as snow, while Jeongguk is tan. Jimin has soft blonde locks that contrasts Jeongguk’s black ones. Jimin is not made of muscles, he doesn’t have well-defined abdominal but at least he is lean and toned. Jimin is small in comparison to Jeongguk but he fits so well in Jeongguk’s embrace. Jimin does not have Jeongguk’s doe eyes but his eyes are soft, he looks up at Jeongguk, full of adoration.

Jimin shudders as Jeongguk runs his fingers up and down his sides, “You’re beautiful, have I told you that?” He whispers.

Jimin chuckled, eyes crinkling up into crescents, “No, you didn’t.”

“Well, you know now,” Jeongguk replies softly into his ear before nibbling on his earlobe, playing with the piercing between his tongue. He drifts lower to his jaw and down to his neck where he started to nip on his neck. At the same time, he brought one hand on Jimin’s nipple, tweaking the sensitive nub.

“Ah- Jeongguk,” Jimin sighs.

Jeongguk starts to grind down on to Jimin hips as he sucks harder on his neck, leaving his mark. Jimin tilts his head, giving him more access as Jeongguk began to suck harder and harder on his neck. He switches his hand, giving Jimin’s other nipple the same treatment. He rolls the nub between his index finger and his thumb, flicking it now and then. He could feel Jimin bulge growing and a wet patch soon appears on his slacks. He unbuckles Jimin’s belt and unzip his pants, he begins pulling his bottoms down, Jimin lifting his hips up to aid Jeongguk a little.

Jimin’s cock is shorter than that of Jeongguk’s but he makes up for it in thickness. Jimin’s hard – his cock is of an angry red, throbbing with precum beading at the top. Jeongguk thumbs his slit, smearing precum all over his length.

“I’ll be right back,” Jeongguk says.

He gave Jimin a soft peck on his lips before hopping of him, leaving a confused Jimin on his couch. Jeongguk returns shortly with a box of condoms in one hand and a bottle of lube in another. Jimin watches in excitement as Jeongguk squeezes the contents of the bottle on his fingers. He rubs the lube between his fingers before prodding one at Jimin’s entrance. He uses his thumb to spread Jimin’s cheeks and pushes his fingers in. Jimin flinches at the sudden intrusion, Jeongguk looks up to Jimin, pausing his actions. Jimin nods his head, encouraging him to continue. He adds a second finger and began to scissor his fingers inside of Jimin. Jimin begins to thrust back on Jeongguk fingers, hands searching for something to hold on to.

Jimin eyes shot open in surprise as he felt something wet and cold entering him. Jeongguk begins to thrust his tongue in in tandem with his fingers. He increases his pace and brought one arm up to rest on Jimin’s waist to prevent him from choking Jeongguk (not that he minds, but still). Squelching sounds filled the room and Jeongguk continues sucking on his hole. His pants getting tighter by the second. He removes his fingers and wrap them around Jimin’s length, giving it a couple light pumps. Jimin moans loudly, as his hands begins to pull on Jeongguk’s hair.

“More please, Jeongguk,” Jimin begs and who is Jeongguk to deny?

His fingers leave Jimin’s member and he buries three fingers into Jimin’s clenching hole joining his tongue in feeling around his inner walls. Jeongguk kept his gaze on Jimin’s face, changing the angle of his thrusting according to the sounds and expressions Jimin makes. At one particular thrust, the elder’s eyes flew open and a lewd moan escapes his mouth. Jeongguk continues to prod the bundle of nerves, as Jimin’s moans bounce off the walls of the apartment, his toes curl in pleasure. Jeongguk can feel Jimin clenching around his tongue and fingers, just then, Jimin tugged harshly on Jeongguk’s hair, wanting his attention.

“Want to come with you,” he pants.

Jeongguk removes himself from Jimin and watches his hole clench around nothing as he started to remove his jeans. Jimin whines at the loss of his fingers but was soon replaced with Jeongguk’s cock accompanied with a sharp, piercing sensation.

Jimin hisses at the sudden intrusion. Jeongguk sits back on his haunches and hitches Jimin legs up, wrapping them around his waist. He looks at the sight below him, halting any movement, to give Jimin the time to adjust. Jeongguk rubs his sides, soothing him. He bends down, chest nearly touching Jimin’s and wipes a stray tear off his cheeks. He gave him a chaste kiss on his eyes before he plunges all the way in, bottoming out. Jimin digs his heels into Jeongguk’s ass, pushing him deeper into. He rests his forehead against Jimin’s, sweating dripping down the bridge of his nose and onto his partner’s face. Jeongguk grunts as his continues to pound into him with fervour, skin slapping against skin.

Jimin screams in pleasure as Jeongguk found his prostate. He circled his hips pressing against his sweet spot. Jimin is a moaning mess, hair matted to his face, droplets of perspiration trickle down his temple. Jeongguk brushes his bangs out of his eyes and intertwines his hand with Jimin’s. He noses Jimin’s inner wrist, lips ghosting over his skin as he trails his mouth upwards towards his shoulder, to his neck, his jaw, and his lips. He nibbles lightly on Jimin’s lower lips as his free hand started to stroke his neglected cock. He started clenching harder around Jeongguk’s cock, nearing his release. At the point where Jimin is about to release his cum, Jeongguk halts all movement and smirks, “Not yet.”

He kisses the pout of Jimin’s face before lifting him off the sofa, still inside of him. Jimin places both his hands on Jeongguk’s shoulder and started bouncing in his hold, desperate for release. Jeongguk dives into the junction between his shoulder and neck, Jimin is a mixture of sweet and musky. He smells like coffee beans and cocoa, with a tinge of sweet vanilla bean. Jeongguk’s intoxicated, he could smell Jimin all day. Jimin continues riding Jeongguk’s cock, his neglected erection rubbing against their bodies as he bounces, precum spattering all over.

“Look behind you, Jimin.”

He looks over his shoulder and met Jeongguk’s gaze in the mirror. The same mirror he helped Jeongguk fixed a couple of days ago. Jeongguk has his hands on Jimin’s cheeks, spreading them open. His grip frim and steady, not a hint of unstableness, ready to take over whenever Jimin tires out. Whereas Jimin looks like a wreck, his neck marked with reds and purples, lips raw and swollen, sweat dripping down his already wet hair. Jeongguk turns around so that Jimin is now facing the mirror while bring his ass down to Jeongguk’s hips. He brought his finger to circle his rim, tantalising him. Jimin tilts Jeongguk’s chin upwards, meeting his lips in a sloppy kiss. His thrusts become slower and weaker; Jeongguk lets Jimin down, before sliding out of him. He holds on to Jimin petite waist, preventing him from losing balance on his trembling limbs. Jimin’s spent, and he hasn’t even come yet. Jeongguk flips Jimin around so that both of them are facing the mirror. He traces Jimin’s abdomen, fuck, his hands are everywhere and Jimin is in state of euphoria.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Jimin.”

Jimin hums in reply and bends forward, hands on either side of the mirror sticking his ass up. Jeongguk took the lube from the couch pour a liberal amount on his cock, lubricating his shaft. Without a warning, he pushes his scorching length all the way, bottom in. Jimin tenses up at the intrusion, letting out a low growl.

Jeongguk has his hands wrapped around Jimin’s waist, holding him up. He rubs circles on his hip bones as he kisses the knobs of Jimin’s spine. He began thrusting slowly into Jimin, firm grip on Jimin’s waist, soothing him. He brings his body down, chest touching Jimin’s back. He licks the shell of his ear and felt Jimin shiver under his hold. “Ah...Jeongguk, f—faster,” he pleads.

Jeongguk presses Jimin up against the mirror as he picks up his pace. Jimin moans as he felt the cold surface of the mirror cool down his body heat. Jeongguk digs his fingers into his hips, as he pounds into Jimin relentlessly. Jimin screams in pleasure as Jeongguk found his prostate, fucking him into oblivion. Jeongguk’s hand drift to the elder’s shaft, lubricating it with leftover lube on his hand. He pumps Jimin’s cock in tandem with his thrusting. Jimin presses his cheek against the cool glass, moans slipping out of his mouth in the form of Jeongguk’s name; fogging up the glass. He grips the borders of the mirror so hard, that his knuckles turned white. Jimin came with a scream, shooting ropes of whites into Jeongguk’s palm, some landing on the mirror.

“I’m c-close,” Jeongguk pants. With a couple more thrusts, he spilled his cum inside of Jimin’s walls. He continues fucking Jimin through his orgasm as Jimin rests his forehead against the mirror. He took Jeongguk’s cum-covered hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing each fingertip lightly before lick the cum off his hand.

“Fuck,” Jeongguk growls. He pulls out of Jimin, cum trickling down his thighs. He brought his hand down, scooping up what he can and pushes it into Jimin’s mouth. He laps it up hungrily.

With whatever energy he had left, he carries Jimin to his bedroom and plops him down on his bed. He grabs a couple of wet wipes and starts to clean before the cum dries up. He returns to bed after disposing the wipes to see Jimin curling up on his side, eyes drooping. He gave Jeongguk a soft smile as he pats the space besides him.

Jeongguk crawls into bed, tucking Jimin’s head into the crook of his neck as he kisses the top of his head. Jimin drapes his arm across Jeongguk’s waist, pulling him in as he snuggles into his warmth, drifting off to sleep. Jeongguk cards his hand through Jimin’s hair and smile before closing his eyes.

This was definitely not what Jeongguk was expecting when he meets Jimin.

(Few days later, Namjoon came over to Jeongguk house for movie night, he passes the mirror as he made his way to the kitchen.

“Hey, Guk?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s that stain on your mirror?” He asks as he points to the dried cum on the mirror, raising a brow.

Well, fuck.

Yup, definitely not what Jeongguk was expecting.)

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liztalksmusic-blog · 6 years

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LOST IN TRANSLATION TOUR: REVIEW

Words fail to express how undoubtedly fucking awesome Tuesday night was at the Ogden Theater in Denver, CO. The Lost in Translation Tour brought their lineup to the city and to say I was impressed is a severe understatement.

Upon entrance to the venue, my friends and I, both old and ones I had just freshly made outside of the venue, went straight to the barricade for The Wrecks’ set. They’re the band we were primarily there for, but I soon learned I did myself dirty by not paying closer attention to Dreamers and New Politics, the remaining two bands on the lineup, before the show.

The Wrecks opened with an unreleased jam, “Wasted Youth”, and despite the absence of a released studio version of this song, there were still a decent amount of fans singing along, (myself included).

[IMG: Lead Singer Nick Anderson of The Wrecks, image credit to Angela Smith]

The song included a killer instrumental that was the perfect way to get an audience excited about a band they may not know, and a fantastic way to kick off the show as a whole. The Wrecks were killer with crowd interaction and feeding off the energy the audience was putting out. They moved through their set seamlessly, lead singer and frontman, Nick Anderson, moving into the crowd to jam with fans near the end of the set for their high energy, incredibly dance-able tune, “Turn it Up”.

[IMG: Bassist Aaron Kelley of The Wrecks, image credit to Angela Smith]

The indie rockers wrapped up their set with their most popular song, (at least according to the band’s Spotify page) “Favorite Liar”, giving fans the chance to scream their heart outs during the line in the final verse, “I remember waking up in Colorado…”. The five-piece played another local venue, The Globe Hall, when in town for their headlining tour on Halloween last year, and it appears as though the tour paid off.

[IMG: Guitarist Westen Weiss of The Wrecks, image credit to Angela Smith]

Walking into the venue, you would have no idea that they were the first band on the bill based off the crowd, that was clearly familiar with the band, and those who weren’t certainly are now. You can check out the Wrecks’ latest release, sophomore EP “Panic Vertigo” here.

After the energy from their set died down and the stage was once again empty, my friends and I chose to move out of the crowd in order to buy some merchandise before things got too crazy and decided to enjoy the rest of the show from further back in the crowd. I was a bit more distracted during Dreamer’s set, but it was clear the band had some fans in the crowd. I enjoyed some songs more than others if I’m being completely honest, but regardless of my preference for some songs over others, their stage presence was undeniable.

[IMG: Lead singer Nick Wold of Dreamers, image credit to Angela Smith]

They know how to get a crowd excited in unique ways. Most notably, at the end of the set lead singer Nick Wold jumped into the audience to crowdsurf (and made it surprisingly far without being dropped), and the band threw stuffed animals into the crowd. I later learned that the animals came from a post-Valentines Day clearance aisle at a Walgreens, and thought it was pretty damn cool that they were creative enough to make it a fun addition to their set, also giving the Denver fans a unique experience from other dates of the tour.

[IMG: Bassist Marc Nelson of Dreamers, image credit to Angela Smith]

Although the band only has a few released songs on Spotify, they’re undoubtedly worth adding to your library.You can check them out here.

The excited buzz of the crowd and vague smell of liquor in the air set the scene for the rest of the night. The only thing that put a halt to the chatter between hyped up concert goers was the beginning notes of New Politics’ first song and the sensory starkness of the lights shutting down across the room.

I’m used to being in the pit at shows, surrounded by sweaty strangers with little room to move but getting to be close to the performers, where all the action tends to be. This was the first time in a long time that I enjoyed a show from farther away, able to take in and fully appreciate the entire picture. It was refreshing. What surprised me most is that even though I only knew a few songs of theirs, New Politics made it nearly impossible NOT to dance around and get into their set. Everytime I put my full attention on the stage, something new and exciting was happening. The Ogden is a tiered venue, and I saw David Boyd (lead singer of New Politics) crowdsurf at least once in both the first two tiers. He interacted with the balcony, and even jammed with those of us in the back near the bar.

[IMG: Soren Hansen of New Politics, image credit to Angela Smith]

The lighting visuals were intense and overwhelming, but in the best way. I could go on and on about positive things in regard to New Politics’ set. Between a backflipping lead singer, a crazy talented drummer and keyboard player, and the remarkable ability of the musicians to not only keep performing through a long and difficult sounding set, but to keep up their incredible physical and musical ability consistently, never wavering or missing a beat and never letting any fatigue show through, it was an experience for the books. It takes true passion for their art. Few times in my life have I seen performers as incredible and committed to their stage show as the men of New Politics, and I’m kicking myself for not listening to them sooner.

[IMG: David Boyd of New Politics, image credit to Angela Smith]

The night was filled with antics, dancing our butts off, and having fun. If you’re looking for a way to let loose for a night, a New Politics show is the way to do it. The buzz of the bass filled my body from the hair on my head to the tips of my toes, pounding in my chest along with my heart. Upon leaving the venue I could still feel the buzz of the bass and the energy of the performance on the tip of my tongue, and at the back of my throat, ever so slightly soothing the harshness that was there from screaming lyrics earlier in the night.

All three bands on the tour not only met my expectations, but exceeded them in a mind-blowing way. The passion and commitment these guys all have to their art and to their performance is unfathomably real, raw, and resulted in the most refreshingly inspired shows I’ve been to recently. It takes commitment and drive to play a show at all, but the above-and-beyond passion is what sets these performers apart. It takes true passion to put on a show like these acts did, and I have no doubt they would have played at the same caliber that they did to a 1,000 person room as they would to a room of 10.

If you have a chance to catch any of the remaining dates of The Lost In Translation tour, DO IT. You’ll only regret it if you choose otherwise. You can find out what cities they’re hitting and get tickets here.

Otherwise, do yourself a favor by checking out the bands on the lineup and keep an eye out for future tours they’ll embark on. Trust me when I say you do not want to miss out on the chance to jam these bands. Check out New Politics’ music here.

A special thank you to my friend Angie Smith for providing her kickass pictures for this review: You can visit her website at PinkSkiesMedia.wordpress.com or check out her instagram at instagram.com/angesmithmedia !

Keep an eye out for some Warped tour related content from me in the next few days! Who are you most excited about on the lineup?

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Week Of May 22, 2017.

Here is a list of some of the music I’ve been listening to the past week. Format: musician – album title, or musician – “song title” (album title). As you can see by the list below, I listened to a lot of Bon Iver. I’m still riding high from his show at the Merriweather Post Pavilion. To keep it going, I had to listen to a lot of his music. I usually do that when I see one of my favorite musicians.

Bon Iver – 22, A Million

Bon Iver – Blood Bank EP

Bon Iver – Bon Iver, Bon Iver

Bon Iver – For Emma, Forever Ago

Paramore – After Laughter

Mark Lanegan Band – Gargoyle

Afghan Whigs – In Spades

Against Me! – “Stabitha Christie” b/w “First High Of the Morning

The Districts – “Ordinary People” b/w “Lover Lover Lover”

Childish Gambino – “Awaken My Love!”

Soundgarden – Louder Than Love

Mikey Erg – Tentative Decisions

Morrissey – Vauxhall & I

Iron Maiden – No Prayer For The Dying

Iron Maiden – Fear Of The Dark

Dave Matthews Band – Live At Red Rocks 8.15.95

Bruce Springsteen & The E-Street Band - Scottrade Center, St. Louis, MO 8/23/08

As I mentioned, last week I returned to Merriweather Post Pavilion outside of DC to see Bon Iver. Based on personal experience, I can say that DC tends to get really great shows. That rep was only verified, because the Bon Iver show was one of the best shows I have ever seen. And I do not say that lightly (I saw Bruce 12 times last year alone…) I actually have been lucky enough to have seen Bon Iver once before, in August 2011 at the beautiful Tower Theatre outside of Philly. Comparing that show with what I saw nearly 6 years later is like comparing night and day. It’s just not possible.

Both shows were amazing, but the show last week was on another level. And Bon Iver is on another level. We were lucky enough to get GA pit tickets, and we ended up in the fourth row, dead center. I had a feeling this show would be very intense, especially in the pit, and I was right. The band was big – around 10 people, and all of them were there for a purpose. “22 (Over Soon)” opened the show, and it was the perfect opener. The music keeps getting layered on throughout the song, and it keeps on building up. It’s similar to how our anticipation was building throughout the show. Bon Iver doesn’t tour very often, so to say I was excited for this show is a total understatement.

The songs from the new album, 22, A Million, sounded REALLY GREAT. Especially “666 (Upsidedowncross)” and “8 (Circle)”. Those are some of my favorites from the album, and they did not disappoint live. “Skinny Love” was also a real highlight. It was played solo acoustic, and it was so powerful. Justin Vernon’s voice soared. So beautiful and touching. It was a very emotional show, and I was very emotional throughout the entire show. I’m still feeling it, nearly one week later.

Justin Vernon was also a lot of fun to watch throughout the show. I’m glad we were up close, because that allowed us to see his emotions. He held nothing back. He was totally locked into the music and the art and the feeling of creativity. You can tell that he BELIEVES what he’s doing.

I love that I can’t really understand the lyrics to Bon Iver’s songs. I’m someone who, in general, feels pretty deeply , so I hear these songs with such beautiful music and nearly unintelligible lyrics, and just create my own images or stories or feelings in my head and heart. It’s always like that with Bon Iver. It’s almost more of a gateway to your feelings than it is an actual band.

Besides spending time at the beach and listening to Bruce, there are not many things I enjoy more than listening to LDR in the summer. They just go together so perfectly. Slowly but surely we are getting more details about her next album, Lust For Life, which comes out on July 21. I can’t wait to hear it. And how great is that cover art?!? I love it! As of this writing, tour dates have not yet been announced, but I am keeping my fingers crossed. I would love to see her live!

Speaking of Bruce, did you see the new Archives release that they just announced? July 31, 2012 in Helsinki, Finland. Holy smokes, what a show! Although the release doesn’t include the mini acoustic set that Bruce did before the show officially started (apparently a soundboard recording doesn’t exist), this release still consists of 33 songs, and it is Bruce’s longest show ever. “Rockin’ All Over The World” opened the ESB set, and the show wouldn’t end until FOUR more hours had passed (something we wouldn’t see happen again until 2016). There are a ton of great songs in this set, including a bunch from Wrecking Ball, “Darlington County” (always a great song for a summer show), “Back In Your Arms” (inexcusably never released on an official studio album), and a total soul blowout to end the show, with “I Don’t Want To Go Home”, then “(Your Love Keeps Lifting Me) Higher and Higher”, and then “Twist And Shout”. Oh. And that “Twist And Shout”? It’s TWELVE MINUTES LONG. Under no circumstance can a twelve minute long “Twist And Shout” be a bad thing.

The pre-order info for this show is right here. Like I’ve said, this is a four hour show. If you’re like me, you’ll be spending a lot of time in the car during the summer, driving to shows. I think this release will make a perfect companion for those long summer drives to whichever great summer shows you have planned.

I’m not familiar with any music by the group Bleachers. But sometimes you read an article about a musician that you’ve never listened to before, and you just know you’re going to like their music. This article, which recently appeared in the NY Times, did that for me. Take 5-10 minutes out of your day and read it for yourself. Jack Antonoff seems like the kind of musician that any music fan would appreciate. That makes me excited to check out the new Bleachers album, as well as dig in to their earlier music.

I’m still working my way through the RSD releases that I bought, and I’m really happy with what I’ve heard so far. The DMB Red Rocks release sounds amazing. If you didn’t buy it on RSD, you are not out of luck! It is being released as a non-RSD release on 4 LPs, and you should buy it if you don’t have it already. You won’t be disappointed.

I’m a huge fan of the new Paramore album, After Laughter. It’s awesome. It has a pop feel to it. It reminds me a little bit of Chvrches, but with more of a punk/rock influence. And the lyrics. Oh the lyrics! They are very heavy and substantive. Do yourself a favor and check out After Laughter. I think you will probably enjoy it. There’s no word yet on a vinyl release, but I will definitely be keeping an eye out for that.

There’s not much to say about what happened at Ariana Grande’s Manchester show that hasn’t already been said. However, I read some really sickening comments on the Internet, essentially insinuating that attendees at the show have no taste in music since they were at an Ariana Grande concert. I have learned a lot through music over the years. But the most important thing I’ve learned is to respect the music that people love, and to respect their love itself. Music is a beautiful thing, and it can save lives. I’m living proof of that. The music that connects with one person could be totally from the music that connects with another person. And that’s a very good thing. So please keep those impacted by the events at Ariana Grande’s show, as well as Ariana Grande herself, in your thoughts and prayers. Her fans go to her shows for the exact same reason that you go to see your favorite band.

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