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yard work - chapter 11 (regina george x reader)
fandom:
Mean Girls (all media)
pairing:
Regina George x OFC/Reader
summary:
You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.
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Making the scrapbook was cathartic. Remembering the good times, the innocence of your childhood, was as much of a joy as it was painful. The pictures were all quite good quality since Abuela had had a film camera. Some photos had been taken with a digital camera, which had probably originally belonged to the Georges and ended up in your possession somewhere along the way.
Regina and yourself playing in the Georges' backyard and swimming in their pool, beaming smiles directed at the camera. You could almost hear the laughter. I miss when we used to be able to just have fun together like this. I guess it's a part of growing up.
Regina in a white frilly dress, carrying a small basket of flower petals, donning a crown of roses on her head. She was pouting, clearly unimpressed by the whole thing. You hadn't been at the wedding since it was a George event, but Regina's mom had been so elated her daughter had gotten to be the flower girl. I remember I was so jealous you got to go to a wedding and I couldn't. You hated it, though, which was funny. You used to leave the room whenever your mom insisted we watch the tape. I wonder if she still has it.
You sitting with Regina, hip to hip, on plastic chairs while a newlyborn Kylie slept in your laps. Regina, eyes stuck on her baby sister and a thoughtful look on her face, while you looked at the camera with a smile. She's growing up so fast. Don't think I don't know you care about her. There's gonna be a time you'll regret not spending time with her. I already feel it.
Mrs George, Abuela, Regina, Kylie in her mom's arms, and you grouped together at a parking lot. You and Regina had on little graduation gowns and had scrolls in your hands. Elementary school graduation. The summer before middle school. End of an era. I love your mom's clothes, they're so nineties. Does she still have those jeans? You should get ahold of them before somebody else does...
Remember when I sliced my hand open when we were peeling apples? That was a time for sure. I still have the scar!
You taped pictures onto the pages, wrote little things here and there, hoping the labour of your love wouldn't end up in the garbage. Or if it did, Regina would read skim through it first.
I think this album was the first time we agreed on music. Britney Spears really brought us together, huh? We even learned the choreography of Baby One More Time. Mrs George loved it. I bet there's a video of that somewhere.
Mostly the scrapbook was filled with anecdotes about your childhoods together. You did write a letter of sorts on the first page, regarding your intentions with the whole thing.
I made this for you to commemorate the good times we had. You know me regrettably well, so I think you know how I tend to hold onto things. I still have that gaudy pink Build-A-Bear you made me for Valentine's Day that one time. It's one of my most important possessions, only second to the memories we have together. You'll always be a friend to me, Reggie. If not forever, or from now on, then back then. I love you. Yours, Jorts.
You'd pretty much finished the whole thing by the end of the weekend. You spent Monday and Tuesday decorating the front cover, mostly because you purposefully put it off. You cut out letters from magazines and glued them there, painstakingly forming the words Reggie & Jorts. You'd tried to come up with something clever, but making a pun or a dumb joke felt like cheapening the whole album. A simple name made up for with fabulous decorations!
You weren't much of a painter, but you figured it'd be fitting if the album reflected its contents. It was fine if the roses you painted looked like a five-year-old did them. A good majority of the pictures featured you and Regina huddled around a crafts table, similar projects scattered all around you, young with clumsy hands but filled with artistic passion.
The album in itself was an earthy green colour, something Regina undoubtedly found ugly. The flowers brightened it up somewhat, but there was only so much ages-old acrylic paints could do. You outlined some with Sharpies. If you didn't know better, one could assume it looked like that on purpose.
You took it with you to school on Wednesday. You had it weighing your backpack down the whole day. You sweated under all your layers, and by the end of it, you were sure you were sporting some epic pit stains. Gross, but you were so nervous. You hadn't broken into anyone's locker in so long. And it was Regina George's locker.
You loitered around the hallways as they emptied out steadily, people heading home or off to extracurriculars. As you approached Regina's locker, you swallowed down your nervousness and got to work.
It wasn't hard. The combination locks were all old and weak, more of a formality than an actual barrier between one's stuff and a burglar. The lock clicked open easily and you wasted no time in stuffing your album inside.
"Hey!" Just as the resounding click of the lock going back into place came, a voice called out to you. "What are you doing with Regina's locker?"
"Uhh..." Gretchen Wieners stood at the intersection of hallways, hands on her hips and accusatory eyes burning holes in you. You made the swift decision that you did not have time for this. You booked it.
"Hey! Get back here!" Gretchen, surprisingly considering her heels, started after you. "What did you put in it? You cannot prank Regina, or- or, oh, was it a bomb?"
"It's not a bomb!" You shouted over your shoulder, sprinting towards the exit. The aggressive clacking of Gretchen's heels on the floors as she ran after you would surely haunt your nightmares. How could she even keep up with you?
"If it's not a bomb then what!" How was she closing in on you? It seemed like she was not even fazed by your little race, meanwhile, you were already winded. The exit was not that far away, but it felt like miles.
"It's Regina's business now! Ask her tomorrow at school or something!" The doors to freedom approached. "Stop chasing me!"
"Stop running!"
"No!"
You burst out and quickly hopped down the stairs, two at a time. Gretchen was still on your tail, but once she got to the top of the stairs shouted: "Karen! Tackle her!"
You hadn't even noticed Karen fucking Shetty. There was no not noticing her when the girl sprinted at you with perfect athletic form and squashed you like a linebacker.
You collided and flew into the snow. Better than the concrete of the footpath but it still hurt like a bitch.
"Get off of me!" You tried to get out from under her, but Karen was surprisingly dense. She was small but it was as if there were stones in her body instead of organs. "Fuck!"
"Keep her there, Karen, very good."
"Thanks!" Karen beamed, which was a much more common expression on her than the bloodlust she'd shown earlier.
"This has nothing to do with you." You snarled, still wriggling. "This is between Regina and me."
"Whatever's between Regina is between us," Gretchen said, all hoity-toity. "Now, tell me exactly what you put in her locker."
"A fucking photo album." You hissed, closing your eyes and clenching your jaw. What lie could you come up with? "Our families used to know each other. It's mostly pictures of her, so I just thought to... Return it."
"Oh, that's so nice!" Karen's hold loosened and you went to escape.
"Nuh-uh, not good enough." Just like that, Karen's weight slammed back down onto you. Your breath wooshed out of your lungs.
"What more do you want?" You wheezed out, getting sick and tired of this.
"Why was it in your possession?"
"I don't fucking know! It just was!"
"Hmm. And why couldn't you just give it to her?"
"You think that would've gone well, Gretchen? Seriously?" You turned your head with great effort, staring up at the girl. "Please, just let me go."
"I don't think I believe you." Gretchen squatted next to your head. "We're going back and checking it's what you say it is. And then you might be free to go."
"Fuck you." You hissed but made no move to book it when Karen hauled you up.
"That's not very nice." Karen pointed out.
"I don't want to be nice to Gretchen right now." You had no real issue with Karen, even if she had just tackled you.
"Oh, okay." You couldn't see her when she was holding your wrists behind your back, but you could imagine she was bobbing her head up and down like she was known to do.
You were walked back into the building, going mostly without a fight. Gretchen strutted along proudly as if capturing you was some great victory. Regina had trained her well. You weren't sure if that was impressive or just sad.
"Open it." Gretchen gestured once you were back at Regina's locker.
"I need my hands to do that." You helped out, smiling at Gretchen like she was stupid. Sputtering and offended, she instructed Karen to let go.
Instead of running like you should've, taking the chance you could get out if Karen didn't get a one-up on you, you obediently cracked the code again. Was it selfish that you kind of wanted others to know about you and Regina? Was it totally horrible of you to want to know it was real and have proof of that? Well, if it was, there was no helping it.
Gretchen snatched the album from the locker before you could even think to touch it. Karen sidled up to her, peering over her shoulder as she opened it.
You stood by, waiting for their judgement and looking at the ceiling. There'd been a water leak right there, based on the discolouration. Gross.
"You... You're J. J is for Jorts." Gretchen said. She sounded weird, like hollow or something. "J is for Jorts." She said again, breathy and disbelieving.
"What?" What the fuck was going on?
Karen spoke then. "She talks about J a lot. Like, a lot a lot. A whole lot." You nodded slowly as Karen went on. "J's like, her true love. It's so cute."
"J is not her true love, Karen! They are both girls." Gretchen pointed out. You had to agree. "Are they?" She looked you up and down judgementally.
"Yes. I am a girl." You said. It was true, you were female and around the age that it was acceptable to be referred to as a girl. Even so, it made you distinctly uncomfortable.
"Hmm." Gretchen didn't seem to believe you. Karen was busy cooing at the pictures of small Regina. It was sheer luck they hadn't bothered to read your writings.
"Look, can I go now? I know I'm busted, you're probably gonna confiscate the album, and Regina will never see it. Happy?"
"No. Karen, please put it back in the locker." Gretchen said, not taking her eyes off of you. Karen did as asked with a pout. "What is your relationship with Regina?" The album was back in the locker, but it hadn't been locked again.
"Nothing." And that was true. There was nothing there anymore.
"That's a lie and you know it. If you're J, then you've known each other at least since middle school. Based on the pictures, even longer."
"Who is J?" You asked in exasperation.
"Somebody who she has protected for years now. Somebody who is always better than we could ever be." Gretchen pointed between herself and Karen. "J is important to her."
"Okay, well, good for J, I guess."
"You're so infuriating." Gretchen sighed, pinching the skin between her eyes.
"You aren't the first to tell me that."
"Of course, because Regina has said that to you. Because you've known each other forever. Because you're J."
"Listen, I may look a bit butch, but I have a perfectly ordinary girl name."
"That is not the point!" She spoke fast and high-pitched. "You. It's you. You've been under our noses this entire time! Do you realize how much easier things could've been if you were around?"
"Excuse me?" Now, you were really lost.
"You're excused," Karen said cheerfully. You nodded to her in thanks.
"We could never be as good as you. It was like we were placeholders for the ultimate pretty girl she'd somehow let slip. And it's you. In a flannel and hoodie, ratty jeans, dirty shoes, no fashion sense to speak of. It's you." She said that last part with contempt.
You were reeling. Regina had talked about you to these two. Had compared them to you, cited that you were better. For years she'd done that. She'd never forgotten about you.
"Look, Gretchen, I'm sorry Regina's treated you badly." You'd lost the need to defend her, even still. Then again, even if you hadn't, there was little you could argue about with the two she'd tormented the most. "You can probably tell this is something Regina doesn't want coming out."
"What does that matter?" Gretchen asked, eyes far away and legs beginning to pace. "We could- could finally bring her down. Yes. We have J, we have everything she wants. She'll come grovelling."
You took a deep breath. You didn't feel angry, you were too tired to get angry at mean girls at this point. Besides, nobody could rile you up like Regina.
"You're wrong." You put it plainly. "What Regina's been doing to these people, to everyone around her, is wrong. But what I find despicable is how everybody is the same. I know her reasons, I can sympathise with her, but I can't say the same for you. So tell me." You paused to take a deep breath. "Why?"
"I'm not good at riddles, I'm sorry." Karen said, looking genuinely apologetic.
"It's okay, Karen, Gretchen can answer for you both."
"She deserves it." Gretchen said, steel in her tone.
"You sound just like Cady Heron and Janis 'Imi'ike. She hurt them too. What do you think ruining her life will achieve?"
"I'll be the new Regina George."
"Do you hear yourself? You still idolize her. If you're gonna be the new Regina George, it's always going to be a Regina George world. Don't you want to be Gretchen Wieners?"
"No!" She screeched. "Gretchen Wieners is lame, boring, too eager, a slut, desperate-" She took a deep breath.
"Okay." You said. "Why? Because Regina said so? Why would you believe her? She's just the same as you. Look," You pulled the album back out.
"Here we're in the Georges' pool. She would not go to the deep end. Y'know, she refused to even go in without those arm floaties for the longest time. Eventually, some boy made fun of her for them and that was the last time.
"And in this one we're driving back from summer camp. Regina was already tall enough to go without a booster seat, but I wasn't. She'd just thrown the biggest tantrum 'cause Mrs George didn't allow her to take off her seatbelt to sleep. She went out like a light, anyway.
"We're in Six Flags there. We'd just gotten those ice creams and you can see that Regina's isn't sticking to the cone all that well. Right after the shot, it just slid off. Regina was inconsolable. I offered her mine so we could share, and that seemed to be good enough for her but her dad was not having it. He threatened to take us home if she didn't stop crying right then, that it'd be all her fault that their whole family wasted money and time on this stupid trip. Eventually she calmed down and Mr George didn't have to drive us back."
You sighed. "I already tried this with Janis, in a way. I don't think Regina would appreciate me airing out her personal life like this, but... I don't know..." You closed your eyes for a moment. "I just want people to stop making things worse for her. She's been so wrong for so long, and I know I can't keep defending her, but I just don't think revenge will make her regret anything that she's done."
Karen hummed. "My auntie's been teaching me about karma. So, like, if she feels what she's made others feel, then won't that like... Fix her?"
"I don't want to hurt her." You said, resolute. "Maybe, it could be the most effective way to make her see her shortcomings. But I don't want to. I do not want to hurt her." You looked between the two. "And that's where we differ, I guess."
Gretchen didn't say anything, eyes glued to a picture from the Six Flags trip. Regina had mustard and ketchup smeared all over her face while she was holding a napkin to your lips, in the process of wiping your face.
With that, you snatched the album from her hands, deposited it back into the locker and slammed it shut. The lock clicked. Without a word, you began to talk towards the exit. Neither of them followed you or said anything to you.
You couldn't stop people from taking their revenge. You had done your best to be diplomatic. Evoking sympathy in hormonal teenagers wasn't something easily done, or maybe you were just shitty at it, but there was little else you could do. If you went ahead and retaliated, hurt them for hurting someone you cared about, the lines blurred.
You'd just be another mean girl.
Notes:
Sorry for the delay! The next chapter will be the last one, unless I start rambling or something. After that, I'll do a less structured series of epilogues. Loosely related oneshots, that kinda vibe.
Also, my writing assistant stopped working in the middle of this, so if there's stupid typos I'll come fix them later.
I swear to fucking god if the taglist doesn't work I'll start breaking bones.
Taglist:
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(this actually makes me angry. why. why doesnt it work. i type in the @ and then i type in the name and then it shows up in the lil' box and i click it but then it don't show up ;-;)
(this is cyber bullying. the cybers are bullying me.)
(anyway, if you want to be added to the taglist there is no gurantee if it'll work, but i'll add you if you want! just comment on this post :) if anybody has any ideas why it's like this, lmk!)
#mean girls#mean girls 2004#mean girls 2024#regina george#regina george x reader#regina george x you#regina george x oc#regina george x ofc#mean girls x reader#lesbian regina george#wlw#fic: yard work
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Breakfast Surprise
@steddiemicrofic prompt: birthday // WC: 529 // Rated G
For the amazing @steddieas-shegoes! Happy Birthday! This is only my second fic in the fandom but the prompt inspired me and I was bored at work, so here you go! I hope you like it!
He wakes up to the sound of Britney Spears, which all things considered, is not how he wants to wake up on his birthday. But then again, there was a time when Eddie didn’t think he’d reach his 21st birthday, let alone his 33rd. So he can deal with the Princess of Pop.
But that does raise the question; who is playing music this morning? The obvious answer is Steve, because duh, who else? But since it is Eddie’s birthday and since Steve did say he had a surprise, Eddie is inclined to act like a detective and give in to the silliness. He gets up out of bed, his hip twinging a little like it does on colder mornings, and makes his way towards the kitchen. The sound of Britney gets a little louder, as does the sound of talking and laughing. The visual he gets when he finally reaches the doorway of the kitchen makes him wish for a camera.
Steve is pouring pancake batter onto the griddle, glasses on and yellow pajama pants low on his hips. Livy is standing on a stepstool, dropping chocolate chips onto each pancake, her small hands dropping each one with intense concentration. She’s got her Cookie Monster nightgown on, the little ruffles swaying as she dances to the song playing. The morning sun is coming in through the window, bringing out the blonde in their hair, and the rays of light draw Eddie’s eyes towards an empty coffee mug on the table, with Robin’s usual lipstick stain. While he’d love her to be here too, Eddie knows she had to go in early for work.
Steve and Livy still haven’t noticed him, content to sing slightly off key and flip pancakes. He’s about to say something, maybe ask where-
“You’re supposed to be in bed.” A little voice pipes up behind him, causing Eddie to jump.
“Holy shi-sh-shhh! You scared me.” He flounders, looking down at Ellie who looks far too exasperated for her tender age of 4. It’s frankly adorable and the way Eddie’s heart expands at the sight of her scrunched up face honestly makes him worry a little. His heart’s been through a lot, could it handle the stress? Ellie reaches for his hand and pulls him fully into the kitchen.
“Daddy spoiled his surprise. He got out of bed.” She announces to the room. Livy jumps down from her stool and runs towards Eddie, extending her arms up. He gladly grabs her and spins them around, peppering her face with kisses.
“I couldn’t help it! I smelled breakfast cooking and knew I had to investigate!” He laughs as Steve sets the table with breakfast. Ellie pulls out a chair, standing on the seat to raise herself higher. Steve picks her up to make it even. The girls are very concerned with things being even right now, so both men would rather go along with it than cause a fight.
“Happy Birthday Eddie.” Steve says quietly, leaning over to give him a soft kiss. The girls in turn each kiss Eddie’s cheeks and Eddie can’t think of a better breakfast, a better morning, a better birthday.
#steddie#steddie fic#steddie dads#microfiction#lol even my micro fic is on the longer side#it's totally my fault i didn't see the original prompt post with the word count#regardless i hope you like it anyway even if it 'fails' the challenge#I just have so many thoughts about steve and eddie being dads#like i could tell you so much about livy and ellie#the lore has been sitting in my head for MONTHS#steddie microfic#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#fanfiction
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Hey there! Was curious if I could maybe request some headcanons of how each bayverse guy would react to catching his crush or S/O singing along with/dancing to one or more of these songs while doing something domestic, like cooking or folding laundry. -OR- If you don't like any of these songs, maybe some hcs of a song you think would make each one drop whatever he's doing and come running when he hears his crush or S/0 play it. But only if it strikes your fancy and you have the time. As always, love your writing! Thank you!
Wrap Me In Plastic by Chromance
Scream by Besomorph
Drop Dead Beautiful by Britney Spears (ft Sabi)
Of course you can! I'm sorry this took so long (we know I was running around like a chicken with it's head cut off) But! I really enjoyed listening to these and I picked a fourth song that I think fits well with the others for the fourth turtle
Bayverse tmnt x Fem reader, SFW slightly suggestive
tag list: @jackalope-in-a-storm @tmnt-tychou @justalotoffanfiction @nittleboo
as always turtles are 24-25
Donatello (Wrap Me In Plastic)
Donnie heard the song playing over your personal speaker in the garage when he was heading back to his new project on the shell-raiser with a fresh cup of coffee.
intrigued, he wasted no time heading over, leaning against a tool box and just listening along as you moved to the music while taking a break from the engine you were rebuilding.
when the lyrics finally seeped through the caffeine fugue he's battling, he sets the coffee aside, sliding into your space and seamlessly integrating himself into your dance.
Pulling a laugh out of you was his goal, but he soon found himself pulling you closer as the chorus hit, curling into your space to tuck his beak close to your ear, one hand cupping your joined hands to his pectoral scute and the other dangerous low on your back.
needless to say Raph, who was trying to fit a new muffler to his motorcycle, took one look over at the pair of you and hastily beat a silent path out of the garage.
Donnie waited until he heard the bolt in the main door click into place before he tipped you backwards into a steep dip and slanted his mouth over yours.
now it's a staple in the safe garage music playlist, and Donnie never fails to pause his project and come find you when he hears the opening bars.
Raphael (Scream) ....(c'mon there was so much red in that music video)
It wasn't often Raph could catch you singing while cooking, usually you were much too aware of your surroundings to let loose while others were listening
This time though he got lucky, and took adbantage of his ability to blend in to simple watch and listen for a bit, slowly smiling when he realized exactly which song you were singing
he wated until you had moved awat from the oven, stretching upwards to reach a bowl on the top shelf, before he slotted in behind you and slide a large hand across your hip right as you sid the word "scream"
he didn't get a scream, but that was ok, because he was far more interested in tipping your head back and slotting his mouth over yours. there was plenty of other noises he was interested in hearing, after all.
by the time whatever was in the oven got done baking, he'd parked you on a counter and gotten drunk off exploring what your tongue felt like against his. he didn't want to stop to get whatever it was out, it was only our promises to stay 'right there, sweetheart' that finally got him to save the casserole from a burnt end
even weeks later, whenever the song pops up from your playlist, you catch him giving you a lopsided smirk, a silent promise to get you alone soon
Leonardo (Drop Dead Beautiful)
Leo was just trying to get his tea and get back to his book when he heard the opening lines to the song in your lilting voice and froze, eyes searching for you, surprised because he didn't even know you had come down for a visit.
when he found you in the living room, cleaning what looked like Mikey's mess from the previous night while singing, his first thought was to go find his little brother and inflict damage for leaving trash on the floor
but then you turned, and he froze for a completely different reason when you leveled a game controller in his direction and started singing to him.
You got butterflies going crazy in this turtle's chest, almost made him drop his tea, frozen in place as you danced closer and tried to coax him into joining you. He's only gonna agree after making sure no one is paying attention, but eventually he'll put the tea down and take your hand when you openly start pouting at him
Leo might be the pretty boy of his brothers, but he'll never believe any of them could be considered beautiful. He knows enough about you though to know you would never lie to him, especially on this, so really he's just confused, sky, bashful but willing to believe you're singing this song about him. Might even get him to chuckle if you start dropping whenever you get to the part that goes "drop dead- drop dead- dr-drop dead."
It becomes a little secret between the two of you, where you can make his skin turned mottled just by running your hand over his carapace in greeting and dropping the line "what's up, beautiful," in his ear. He absolutely loves it, but the real fun will be saying it in a whisper when his brothers are around. Then, you'll get a contemplative, squinty eyed look. Just be aware he's plotting revenge and it will 100% be in his favor.
Michelangelo (Hush Hush: Don't be Shy)
Mikey would be the one to turn on the music whenever the two of you are cleaning the kitchen, bopping fast through his music until he hits one and clocks the way your hips start shimmying in the corner of his vision. He already knows you love this song, maybe he's secretly hoping to get a show out of putting it on for you.
It's a quick song, but just long enough for you to get into the groove of singing it and moving in a simple dance with the mop, and Mikey shadows your notes, following along while he tosses clean hand towels into the drawer and cheers you on. When it ends he sticks his tongue out at you and you laugh when you realize its looping back around to the beginning once more.
When the pair of you are done cleaning, Mikey wastes no time taking you in his arms, not caring about the still damp floor underneath your feet or the way your singing is breaking up from the giggles. If anything, this is his favorite part.
If his brothers need anything from the fridge they'll have to dance around the pair of you, because Mikey's not letting you go until he gets at least a solid ten minutes of dancing, no please babycakes, just once more, Raph can totally wait to get to the cupboards don't mind him-
totally steals kisses in between spinning you around, smooches, long presses of his mouth against yours, goading "hush hush don't be shy" if you try and pull away before he gets his quota for the dance.
#my writing requests#tmnt bayverse#bayverse leonardo#bayverse raphael#bayverse michelangelo#bayverse donatello#bayverse leo x reader#bayverse raph x reader#bayverse donnie x reader#bayverse mikey x reader#bayverse tmnt fanfiction#tmnt fanfiction
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"Britney Spears knows what it's like to feel trapped: First by poverty, then by fame, then by her family.
She has been subject to scrutiny and ridicule throughout her life. As a teenager, journalists repeatedly asked her questions about her breasts and her sex life. As an adult, she was imprisoned under a conservatorship that stripped her of some of the most basic human rights.
For 13 years, she could not see her two sons without approval. Her driving licence was confiscated. She could not choose her meals, and was forbidden from drinking tea or coffee. When she wanted to have a contraceptive intrauterine device (IUD) removed, her request was denied.
That court-imposed order, overseen by her father, was lifted two years ago, when a judge ruled Spears could make her own decisions again.
But her new memoir, The Woman In Me, reveals that was no happy ending...
Those events cast a shadow over Spears' life story. Along the way, every betrayal and public indignity feels like a step along the path to her eventual incarceration.
It began as soon as she exploded onto the pop charts in 1998. She was an overnight sensation, but the press refused to believe she had any agency. Her songs were written for her, they noted, while suggesting that her public image was created by creepy, salivating older men.
The more she was perceived as a product and a pawn of the music industry, the easier it became to erode her autonomy.
In one of the book's most chilling moments, Spears recalls her father telling her he's assumed legal control of her personal and professional affairs.
His words: "I am Britney Spears now."
The early chapters of the book stress how much people underestimated her.
Spears may not have written her music - but when she was given ...Baby One More Time, she stayed up all night to make sure her voice was "fried, and "gravelly", enhancing the song's yearning maturity.
And when it came to shooting the video, the 16-year-old rejected the original pitch - in which she'd have been "a futuristic astronaut " - and insisted on a high school setting with dancing in the corridors, just like Grease.
Both decisions were crucial to the song's success - but no-one was willing to accept a blonde teenager from a Louisiana trailer park could outsmart the collective brilliance of the music industry.
"No-one could seem to think of me as both sexy and capable," she writes. "If I was hot, I couldn't possibly be talented."
Although she exercised creative control behind the scenes, Spears' publicists infantilised her.
She was marketed as a chaste, God-fearing country girl - even though, she writes, she had been a regular smoker since the age of 14 and lost her virginity around the same time.
At first, however, she toed the PR line...
Eventually, however, Spears' innocent image set her up for a downfall.
In one of the book's most harrowing sequences, she talks about having a medical abortion during her relationship with Justin Timberlake. The pills she had been prescribed left her in agony but the couple were too scared to visit a hospital in case the news leaked. For hours, Spears was curled up, "sobbing and screaming" in pain on the bathroom floor.
"Still, they didn't take me to hospital," she says. Instead Timberlake, "thought music would help, so he got his guitar and lay there with me, strumming it."...
After their separation, she was vilified in the press, with Timberlake strongly hinting she had cheated on him (she says it was the other way round, with "one of the girls from All Saints").
Timberlake has yet to respond to his depiction in the book.
The couple's break-up only increased the appetite for gossip about Spears' personal life. The tabloids hounded her. She recalls a photographer from People magazine demanding she empty her handbag, so they could check whether she was carrying drugs or cigarettes.
Eventually, the pressure became too much. In 2007, reeling from the death of her aunt Sandra and suffering from post-partum depression, Spears marched into a hair salon, picked up some clippers and cut off her hair.
"Shaving my head was a way of saying to the world: [Expletive] you," she writes.
"I'd been the good girl for years. I'd smiled politely while TV show hosts leered at my breasts, while American parents said I was destroying their children by wearing a crop top. And I was tired of it."
We all know what happened next. Instead of being seen as an act of strength or rebellion, Spears' buzz-cut was used as evidence of instability.
Within a year, she had been placed under the conservatorship.
Spears is a straightforward writer. She doesn't embellish or decorate her prose. That matter-of-fact style amplifies the horror of those years.
She talks about being pinned down on hospital stretchers and forced to take medication against her will. At home, she isn't allowed to take a bath in private. Boyfriends are vetted and informed of her sexual history before they can go on a date.
At first, she tries to appease her parents and the doctors. "If I play along, surely they'll see how good I am and they will let me go," she says.
When she considers rebelling, access to her two young sons is used as a bargaining chip.
"My freedom in exchange for naps with my children... was a trade I was willing to make," she admits.
But even while she was supposedly incapable of looking after herself, Spears was sent out on tour, hired as a judge on X Factor and booked for a four-year Las Vegas residency.
The singer, who used to collect receipts in a glass bowl in order to keep track of her taxes, carefully documents the millions everyone else made from those engagements, while she was given a strict allowance of $2,000 (£1,635) per week.
Losing all sense of self, she almost gave up.
"The fire inside me burned out," she recalls. "The light went out of my eyes." ...
It's impossible to read The Woman In Me and not feel sad and outraged on Spears' behalf.
One tiny detail of her new life, in particular, emphasises how grey her world had become. "Now," she writes, "I get to eat chocolate again".
Spears' story is told with the same approachable warmth that made her a star. And, outside the defining events of the last 15 years, she spins a good yarn - whether describing her pregnancy cravings (food and sex, apparently); or reliving her terror at dancing with a snake at the 2001 MTV Awards.
Her family aside, there are no real villains or scandals to be uncovered. But nor are there any great revelations about Spears' music or inner life.
What we are left with, not for the first time, is a cautionary tale about fame and the corrupting influence of money. And, just maybe, a glimmer of hope for a woman whose adult life has been dictated by others.
"It's time for me not to be someone who other people want," she writes. "It's time to actually find myself."
#Britney spears#Britney#feminism#mental health#conservatorship#conservatorship abuse#justin timberlake#kevin federline#2000s#1990#90s#the woman in me#bbc#free britney#women's rights
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It’s so funny that you’re a taylor swift hater when Prince William always mentions her name randomly for clout. Do you think he mentions her name because he’s a fan of her music? Probably not. he mentions her for clout. It also does not surprise that you would hate a woman writing honestly about her experiences when your fave is the number one denier of women’s struggles, starting with his mother and probably his wife too. He’d rather keep things quiet so that men could continue acting in dishonorable ways. It’s also not surprising you’re a Joe Alwyn apologist considering the reason I’ve said above. You care about Joe’s depression yet fail to acknowledge Taylor’s own mental health struggles when she’s been in a cut-throat industry since she was very young. An insustry that have ruined the likes of Britney Spears and many others. Taylor sings about her own mental health struggles too, yet for people like you, men’s mental health is considered a social issue, while women’s is considered a personal failing. It’s really not surprising considering how your fave likes to silence women. Besides, it’s not true that Joe Alwyn is completely innocent. Taylor has alluded to cheating or feeling like he was cheating several times. If Taylor did not have proof or confirmation, it’s probably just because Joe kept gaslighting her. I just hope for your sake that your fave isn’t doing the same thing to his wife. Who is Joe Alwyn anyway if not Taylor’s muse? Just some guy with nothing under his belt to prove his “talents”. Have you wven read reviews about his acting? He’s just some mediocre actor. And it’s no wonder too that you support mediocrity. 😌
I'm not going to read all that but I want you to know that the first line made me laugh, so thank you.
I'm going to give you two pieces of free advice and the attention you obviously need because you made me laugh and because I think you're a teenager at best and you definitely need it:
Stay in school. You need it.
Get out of your room and touch some grass. You need it.
If you're not a teenager but an adult, I feel bad for you but explain why you're a fan of the acabahombres.
Note: Please don't send me another message because I promise you I will block you. I don't have time for this nonsense, and generally, a joke only makes me laugh once. After that, they're just annoying.
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speak now — any headcanons about Matt and music?
i’ve been thinking about this since you first submitted it & doing some research (rewatching DD clips) so let's explore together nonnie
headcannon below the cut
timeless (matt's version)
so we know that matt likes vinyl records, which is one of the very few clues we get about what devil boy does for fun besides argue and bleed, which I think might be a preference passed down from his dad (jack might've been a collector and passed some down to matt as a kid), but I think it also has to do with the listening experience
I myself collect records, and have for several years, and listening to a vinyl vs listening to music on the radio or your phone is a different experience. sometimes the music can get a little distorted when listening on a phone, or there's interference from the radio, but vinyls usually produce a very crisp and clean sound which might work better for matt's sensitive hearing
I personally think he has a pair of noise cancelling headphones that he plugs into his record player sometimes when he wants to be able to listen to the music without any distractions picked up with his other senses (the buzz of electricity in his building, traffic, conversations of his neighbors, etc.)
I also feel like his taste in music changes depending on what he's doing
for example, if he's working on a court case, I feel like he would pick something like classical music or something instrumental so that there's background noise to soothe his already overstimulated mind, but no lyrics or anything to disrupt his train of thought/focus. think music you would hear playing quietly in a local coffee shop
however when he goes to fogwells, I think he definitely chooses music that will keep him amped up, probably some kind of high energy rock or hip hop with heavy bass and beats he might use to time his jabs at the punching bag
as for what his favorite kind of music in, honestly I think it varies
I could see him in the kitchen cooking with a glass of wine, playing something like frank sinatra, etta james, the temptations, sam cooke, etc. something soulful and a little jazzy that makes him feel relaxed, but also move around his kitchen with a pep in his step
something tells me jack was a classic rock guy, that's just the feeling I get from him. I think this is what matt listens to when he wants to feel close to his dad, or maybe like on sundays when he's cleaning and unwinding, trying to get ready for the week. maybe like the eagles, fleetwood mac, pink floyd, journey, led zeppelin, etc.
I think all of the newer music he listens to is definitely influenced primarily by foggy and karen
foggy nelson is a huge 80s guy. he knows EVERY hit from the 80s and will proudly sing them drunkenly at karaoke. given that he and matt lived together, and shared a broom closet at landman and zack together, and are essentially in a civil union for all intents and purposes, Matt knows a lot of 80s hits bc of foggy.
karen on the other hand is a 90s/early 2000s girly. she's definitely the reason matt suddenly realizes one day he knows all the lyrics to "baby one more time" by britney spears and was quietly humming along in his office while foggy was belting it in his. i'd like to think she plays "wannabe" by the spice girls at least once a week in their office and one night after a few drinks taught both of them the dance which she can only get them to perform after several rounds at josie's
I also think frank is a classic rock kinda guy (we know he likes bruce springsteen) and I have this adorable picture in my head of frank coming over to borrow vinyls from matt, and even adding a few of his own to matt's collection
all the grunge in his collection came from jess and no one can convince me otherwise (here's the angsty music I like to brood to, enjoy- jess)
given the fact that matt speaks spanish, i'd like to think that he enjoys reggaeton and maybe even tejano music (I like to think he's a selena fan, but that could be me projecting)
he's a swiftie. foggy and karen are swifties and successfully convereted matt into a swiftie, whether he likes to admit it or not. i said what i said (frank is next to be converted)
now i'm very curious to know what kinda music y'all think matty likes??
#court’s 3k followers celebration#court's 3k friends celebration#the eras tour (court's version#court answers#matt murdock#matt murdock request#matt murdock headcannon#daredevil#daredevil request#daredevil headcannon
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a playlist for ty lee!!!! <3 <3
similar to mai's, the sound and genre was very important. while idk how many of the artists here would be classified as hyperpop, i was very much inspired by the idea of girly exaggerated pop music with a dark undercurrent. there weren't any songs that fit lyrically, but the vibes of scene queen's bimbocore eps are so ty lee.
1. bubblegum bitch - marina
got a figure like a doll / don't care if you think i'm dumb / i don't care at all
like i said - seemingly shallow girly pop with a dark/satirical side.
2. pink diamond - charli xcx
i'm a pink diamond, i need space
mostly just here for the aggressive & pink vibes, but it's about how charli felt trapped during the pandemic, wanted to go out and party but couldn't. ty lee, of course, also felt trapped, which is why she ran away to the -
3. circus - britney spears
all eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus
after growing up lost in the shuffle with all her sisters, ty lee wants to be a perforner who's the center of attention
4. starstrukk - 3OH!3 ft. katy perry
'cause i just set them up / set them up / to knock them down
ty lee manipulating all the boys in "the beach". there's a pretty sad edge to this song - this girl manipulates bc she doesn't know how to love. ty lee is also pretty disconnected from her feelings, especially when she's flirting with men but also just in general. she's willing to do azula's cold and cruel bidding, and do it with a smile.
(for the record, i started thinking about this song that way bc of marina's cover. not to be like 'acoustic covers are automatically deeper' but i probably wouldn't have given this song any thought without her version.)
5. one woman army - porcelain black
i'm on the battlefield like, oh my god / knocking soldiers down like house of cards / i'm a one-woman army
a pretty standard girl-power track that just happens to refer to knocking soldiers down and therefore fits ty lee. there is a dark side to this song, though - it's about being powerful and successful but it's one of only 3 songs by the artist, and she hasn't released anything since 2014.
6. flux - poppy
i'm just a possession / for your amusement, for your confusion
her relationship with azula. i think azula genuinely had feelings for her, but azula also does treat mai and ty lee as possessions, as tools and means to an end. and ty lee makes herself non-threatening and praises azula all the time, molding herself into the compliant subject she knows azula wants her to be.
7. girl of the year - allie x
tell me i'm the only one / i like your lies
ty lee is attention-seeking because of her upbringing lost in the shuffle - mai was right about that even though it was mean - but she is also savvy enough to realize that most of the time when she has people's attention it's because they're treating her as an object. the boys, the audience at the circus, azula.
8. mirrorball - taylor swift
i'm still on that trapeze / i'm still trying everything / to keep you looking at me
similar to previous. ty lee is a performer, who has backed herself into this box where she feels if she's not entertaining, molding herself to what people want, she'll be discarded.
9. cheerleader - st. vincent
i've played dumb when i knew better
video
about her decision to betray azula at the boiling rock, deciding she won't be azula's "cheerleader" anymore, will stop playing dumb. shoutout to comradekatara's albumgaang yet again.
10. fetch the bolt cutters - fiona apple
other people have already explained it better than i could.
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Migration PT2 (Teeth and Skin)
Gaz and Price are back on the rode. Back on a mission. So far, it’s been boring as hell. So far.
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Gaz took it back. He could not keep listening to Price’s music. He was slowly losing his mind. At least it wasn’t Britney Spears but it was the same three albums from three separate artists. “Fuck it, we’re going to find a music store to raid.”
“Fine with me.” Price shrugged and chuckled softly. “But, I’m also fine with this music.”
“We’ve been driving for days and we’ve listened to the same damn tracks over and over and over again. I am now seriously concerned for your brain chemistry, sir.” Gaz rolled his eyes and glanced over to Price.
Gaz had taken over driving when Price needed to sleep but for the most part, Price drove. He claimed it kept him sharp but Gaz knew the truth; Price liked driving. It gave him this idea of control over an uncontrollable situation. They all had to cope, somehow. He knew that. Gaz coped by just not thinking about it, most of the time.
Price coped by trying to keep control, even when it was clear he didn’t have it. Gaz let him have that control. He trusted the older man with his life.
In the last two years, he’d stopped trying to hide that he saw Price as a father. Not a father figure, just his father. Price had pretty much stopped hiding that he saw him as a son.
Price laughed softly. “If we find new tapes, I will use them. What would you prefer to listen to?”
“God, anything new. Anything but this.” Gaz turned to the radio instead, going through the transmissions. He stopped at an old station, frowning a little as he heard English being spoken over it.
Both had picked up Spanish. They had to, in order to survive. So, it was surprising to hear English. American English no less. Price seemed to pick up on it as well, glancing at the radio.
The transmission was faint, likely due to distance. Gaz could barely make out the words, but it seemed to be detailing some event happening in a city they had to go around. They knew of the city, as it was very overrun with zombies and was generally seen as something to avoid.
Well, whatever it was, they planned to avoid that city, anyway. So they’d likely miss whatever it was. “You know, I’d kill for pizza right now.”
Price laughed. “I don’t think even killing would get you one of those.” He joked. “Two more hours and we’ll stop. Set up camp.”
“Good.” Gaz nodded, since the sun was going down. They hadn’t stopped since they’d started going, save for a quick supply gather in a town, and it would be good for both of them to get a full night, or full for them anyway, of sleep and for the truck to be off for a few hours.
As promised, Price found a place to stop. They didn’t dare camp out of the truck, since they were in a heavier zombie populated area. Granted, they were not actively in a spot where that was a risk but, it was better to be safe than sorry. Zombies didn’t have rules.
Yeah, they had patterns and it was usually pretty easy to tell when groups of them would do something, but at the end of the day, they went where the food was. That was it. There was nothing beyond that. No feeding patterns, nothing.
Just pure hunger. Gaz and Price, or anyone else, hadn’t really tried to dig into why they ate, either. Gaz could remember a time they’d seen a zombie with half of its intestines gone, still tearing into a body. It clearly wasn’t to survive. They didn’t need to survive, they were already dead.
Gaz did have a notebook where he took down information they learned about the zombies but.. It was hard to get anything when the only time they were actively interacting with them was running for their lives.
When Price found a good place to stop, Gaz hopped out and went to the back of the jeep, setting up their stuff. Price used to offer to do it, but Gaz was way better at getting them set up in a speedy manner than Price was.
Price just did some maintenance on the jeep while Gaz did so. Both were very tired, though, so Gaz wouldn’t be shocked if Price just came to the back, climbed in, and crashed. Gaz definitely planned to.
In fact, as soon as he was done, he climbed in and immediately laid down. As expected, Price followed a few minutes later, and he was shutting the door, locking it. However, instead of laying down, he stayed sitting up, frowning.
Gaz sat up a little. “Sir?”
“Shh… Do you hear that?” Price started to reach for his shotgun, which they kept in the back. Gaz listened and then he did hear it. Clicking. He furrowed his brows. As far as he was aware, there were only four types of zombies. And none of them clicked. Bleeders hissed, Heavies growled, Sprinters screeched, and biters groaned. None of them really… clicked.
A soft booming noise came from their right. Gaz immediately moved to the window of the back door, ducking a little as he saw jets flying overhead. “What the fuck?”
Price came over and frowned, having to lean over Gaz, who scrunched up to give him room. “What the hell?”
Gaz looked at a jet, seeing an American flag. “Either some fucking survivor group got their hands on a few jets or…”
“The Americans are trying to reinstate themselves.” Price grred and shook his head. “This will not be good.”
“No kidding.” Gaz snorted and ducked again, watching odd colored explosions hit a city in the distance from the jets. Thankfully nowhere close to them but… great. This was just another element of bullshit that they’d have to look out for. “What do we do about this, sir?”
“Can we do anything?” Price went to his spot and laid down. “Avoid them. If they start to threaten survivor settlements, we’ll do what we can to help but…”
Gaz understood. They were two people. They couldn’t exactly take down an entire military, even if he’d like to try. They helped people, now. They didn’t really run missions. Even if he’d like to frame what they were doing now as one, it really wasn’t. It was them going a longer distance to help someone. Again.
Gaz wished it was different. He wished this had never happened. He wished they could be back in England, running missions, going home for Christmas or leave. Price had let him move in with him when he lost his apartment. Watching football on the television, eating shitty tv dinners or takeout because neither of them felt like cooking.
Hell, he missed Farah and Alex. He’d go back to Urzikstan if he could, just to see them. Alex had stayed with Farah… Change the subject. Now. “Hey, sir. Remember that heavy we took down?”
Price raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t settled in yet, fucking with a map. “Yeah. It was a pain in the arse.”
“Piss off, you weren’t the one being chased by it, having to narrowly dodge bullets. Your aim is dogshit.” Gaz laughed. Price had managed to get up on a roof and had yelled for Gaz to run from the thing. To be fair, Gaz was a hell of a lot faster than Price. He could outrun it, Price likely couldn’t have. However, the problem was, Price planned to take the fucking thing down.
So Gaz had had to run in circles while dodging the occasional stray bullet. Price’s aim was pretty good, but it’d been a high stress situation.
“My aim is bloody fantastic. The damn thing kept dodging.” Price grumbled. “Why did you bring it up?”
Gaz shrugged. “I was thinking about it.” He lied. He’d wanted to distract himself. It hadn’t fully worked, but hey, he wasn’t about to go down that rabbit hole of hurt. He decided he was tired enough to sleep and laid down, pulling the blanket he had over himself.
It didn’t get that cold at night, but it was cold enough he needed a blanket or he’d freeze.
He heard Price eventually settle in behind him and he relaxed, closing his eyes.
Gaz took deep breaths, trying not to freak out. He knew the room around him, well, and he hated being there again. He did not want to be there. He would rather be anywhere else but… No. He was here, again.
“Shoot him.”
“No.” Gaz shook his head, trying to drop the gun in his hand. It was glued to his hand with a thick layer of blood, though, so he couldn’t. “Please, I don’t want to.”
“Shoot him.”
“I can’t. He’s barely 18. Barely a kid.” Gaz stared at the fresh faced soldier, tied up in a chair in front of him. He was sobbing, clearly not wanting to die. Why he was there, Gaz didn’t know. He didn’t know anything about him, just that he was 18.
“Shoot him.”
“Please, I can’t-”
“Shoot him.”
“No, I won’t-”
“Shoot him.”
“Please-”
“Shoot him.”
Gaz let out a breath, his whole body shaking. The kid was begging. “I don’t want to die. Please. I want to live. I want to see my mama again. I… I miss my mama, please. I miss her so much. I don’t want to die.”
Gaz couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t do this at all. He wanted to leave, he wanted to spare this kid. He didn’t deserve to die. He didn’t.
The kid continued to beg for his life. “Please, sir. My name is James. I have three siblings, they’ll miss me. They hang onto my letters. My mama will be lost without me, please… She was so upset I left… She said I’d get myself killed. Please don’t let her be right.” He wasn’t begging Gaz, he was begging whoever had put them there.
“Shoot him.”
“I can’t!” Gaz snapped. His entire body felt icy cold. How was he supposed to shoot this poor kid?
That’s not what happened, though, was it?
Gaz stopped and his whole body shook. No. No! He couldn’t kill this kid.
But you did.
Gaz squeezed his eyes shut.
“Shoot him! Shoot him! SHOOT HIM!”
Gaz took aim and shot the kid. Right between the eyes. He watched his head jerk back and Gaz tried not to scream. What had he done?! NO! He wasn’t supposed to do this!
Then the head slowly rose back up straight. Gaz stared into yellow eyes. Skin rotted right off the bone. The kid became slim and gangly.
The gun disappeared. Gaz wished it hadn’t. He wished it’d stayed. He would need it. He watched the kid open its mouth and start to screech. High… so high… It hurt his ears. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t breathe-
It attacked. Gaz backed up as it lunged forward, biting right into his shoulder. He felt the pain everywhere. He shoved and kicked at it but it just kept biting and screeching and biting and screeching and-
Gaz woke up with a start to Price shaking him rather hard. “Kid! Kid wake up!” He looked at Price, shaking.
“Wha-” He started before stopping as his throat burned. He’d been screaming again. Oh. The nightmare was already fleeing his mind. He checked outside, seeing the sun was already fairly high in the sky. Getting up, he decided not to acknowledge anything. It was better. Smarter. “Ready to get on the road?”
“I’ve already eaten.” Price mumbled. Gaz had been doing this for so long, he probably knew not to bother. “You should eat on the road.”
“Yes, sir.”
Gaz groaned as they climbed out of the truck, finally. They were stopping for a supply run and Gaz was incredibly grateful. He wanted out of the jeep. He liked it, don’t get him wrong, but… It was stuffy when you rode in it for a couple days straight. They’d only been on the road for a week but… it was a long fucking week.
Price checked their stuff and shook his head. “We need more food.” He groaned and shook his head. “A lot more food.”
Gaz frowned and went over, checking their food supply. He was shocked to find they would barely have two days. Four or Five if they really stretched it. But… They would have to barely eat. “We’ll see what we can find.” He shrugged. They were stopping for supplies, anyway. Surely they would be able to find something.
Price didn’t seem too sure but nodded, anyway. Gaz knew he was just worried. He was always worried about this stuff. Even if they had plenty of food, he’d still be worried. That was just how Price was.
So, Gaz shrugged off his concern and got his rifle out of the back of the truck. “What else do we need?”
“Ammo, medical supplies. Water.”
None of the water was really safe to drink unless it was from big water sources. Granted, if you were immune, bites wouldn’t turn you, but it could still cause infection to get any sort of fluid from those rotting bastards.
Not to mention, both heavies and Bleeders posed significant threats. Bleeder blood was literally acid so it could burn a hole through your stomach. Whatever caused Heavies to bloat like that was potent and you were pretty much guaranteed to get violently ill if not die.
Gaz had done the math from everyone he’d asked about it and the odds for violent illness was 90% and death was like 64%. Granted, his numbers weren’t precise but… he trusted them enough to know he would rather not take the risk.
One could filter the water, if they had a filter. Gaz and Price were not so privileged, though. They’d tried to find one, but there were always higher priorities. Food, medical aid, supplies. Etc etc.
“Might try to find you some new boots, eh sir?” Gaz offered, since he’d noticed Price’s were wearing down.
“If we find any.” Price nodded, getting his own gear out. Despite the heat, both wore jackets. They were loose, which helped since it was a dry heat, but it was significantly harder to get bitten or scraped in a jacket than it was without one.
Gaz decided to keep an eye out for his own boots. “Oh yeah, and the music store.”
Price full on laughed at that one. “Alright, kid.” He gave a thumbs up and then they headed to the first store. Price had to break into it, which was hopeful. That meant they might have decent luck with their supply run.
Price took down a biter that jumped out at them as soon as they walked in with ease. They were most common for a few reasons. One, they were named for what they do. Which was Bite. Yeah, they generally did feast if they were in multiples, but one tended to get bored pretty quickly on its own.
Still, if you were alone in a room with no way to defend yourself and it just so happened to decide it was hungry enough (close to a 50/50 chance if Gaz’s math was correct) then you were likely just stuck and fucked and would probably die.
The second most common were Sprinters, which were functionally biters but something caused them to lose all excess mass so they were just speed machines. Terrifying speed machines. Gaz had had the misfortune of watching five of them go after the same human and they had torn them to shreds. Gaz wasn’t even sure they had any time to react to whatever was happening to them before they were dead. But, they still bit and it was fairly easy to get away from them in close contact, since they were light and easy to knock away. Gaz… knew that first hand.
Bleeders were third most common, though only just so. Their common attack didn’t really allow for them to bite until the victim was already dead, though Gaz had heard of those unlucky enough to get bitten by one. Or who would swallow blood and survive. Hell, he’d heard of a cartel leader who’d done it on purpose. He’d gotten lucky and was immune but… the idea of that had been horrific to Gaz. He’d apparently done it because one of his men had gotten bitten and it was revealed his blood was now acidic, though not to the same degree as a regular bleeder’s was.
Gaz wasn’t sure he believed this story, but hey, people were just crazy enough.
Funnily enough, Gaz didn’t know much about Heavies. Price and him had only had the misfortune of dealing with one and Gaz planned to keep it that way. He supposed now was certainly a time when only knowing a little about these things, unless you had regular contact with other survivors, was a good thing.
At least, Gaz certainly saw it as one.
They were greeted with a large stock in the store. Gaz chuckled and nodded. “Awesome.” He searched for the main things they needed. Medical supplies took priority for now, since they could stretch food, but they couldn’t stretch most medical supplies.
However, Price seemed to have food covered, so Gaz wasn’t too worried. “Hey, sir? Should I just grab all of the bandaging?”
“We can come back for more stuff. As long as it fits in the jeep, I don’t care. So just take as much as you deem necessary.” Price nodded, glancing at him. Gaz shrugged and turned back to the aisle, knocking all of the basic first aid into his bag.
Sadly, ammo would not be found at this place, since it was a dollar store, but canned foods, pre-prepared meals, and water would be in excess. Along with medical supplies.
Gaz did take most of the socks in their size. Even the apocalypse didn’t stop them from losing socks. Well, they were useful as hell. The long ones could be made into quick weapons with a rock. And, once Price had sliced his arm open, elbow to wrist. It wasn’t deep enough to need stitches, but it was an infection risk. So, Gaz had wrapped it up and then they’d cut off the toes of a knee high sock and rolled it up over the bandaging to keep it secure so Price could move easily.
Gaz still felt pretty smart for that one. Price had said it was smart thinking, since they moved a lot in their day to day. The sleeve had given him freedom of movement.
So, Gaz had no problem wasting space to grab them. Hell, like Price said, they could always come back to get more. They hadn’t seen many biters through the town and they’d parked close enough that running to the jeep and running back shouldn’t be an issue.
Gaz stopped in the craft aisle. He usually would grab the blades for the precision knives, and the handles, that they had there. Plus the shitty super glue. It wouldn’t hold too much, but it held just enough to be useful. He grabbed all of those things and then made a decision to grab some more pens and a small notebook. He had the space.
He paused in front of the activity book section. He’d loved doing the random activities in them when he was a kid. His foster mom had had a ton of them for mental enrichment. Glancing back at Price, he saw he was preoccupied looking at the labels on some cans of what Gaz was assuming was ravioli. That or some kind of bean. Likely some kind of ravioli or canned pasta. Gaz actually didn’t mind those. Especially since they would pop the tops off of them with a can opener and stick them in the fire to heat them up.
They had a few pans but they were reserved for when either one of them couldn’t stand pre-made meals anymore and would throw a bunch of shit in it and make some form of cooking happen. They didn’t want to bother having to clean them up.
Then, they’d keep the cans, which were good for making bombs if they felt like it.
Which, they rarely did. But, they collected them all the same as many survivor settlements would trade for them. They’d trade a decent amount of items for them, too. Food, medicine, ammo. Apparently aluminum and tin was really good if you knew what to do with it.
Gaz shrugged and grabbed a few books. Again, he had the space. His bag was huge and could fit a fair amount in it, since it was only the bag they’d use for grabbing supplies. When he was finally done grabbing things (oh and another pack of plastic silverware, which they kept when it broke since there were plenty willing to trade for that, too. None were really willing to say for what, though…) he grabbed a random set of men’s reading glasses and held them out to Price, laughing at the withering glare he received.
“Goddamnit, Garrick! I don’t need those.” He huffed and shoved the cans in his own pack.
Gaz laughed louder and shook his head, setting them on a nearby shelf. “Don’t squint so hard at words, then.” He shrugged and turned back to Price. “Old man.” He added, just to rib at Price, though he was only 37.
Price rolled his eyes. “I’m in my thirties, kid.” He shook his head and grabbed more food. “You grab everything you think is necessary?”
“Yeah.”
“Fantastic. Let’s go stock the truck and then we’ll look for a store that will hopefully have ammo.” Price nodded.
Gaz agreed and they both left. Gaz followed close behind Price. Since Gaz was much faster than Price, he stayed behind him to make sure neither got left behind. It was easy for Gaz to get caught up in his own thoughts and then Price was several feet behind him.
Once they got to the jeep, Price helped Gaz get out their boxes and look through them, organizing everything into where it went.
“Fuck, you think you grabbed enough socks?” Price raised an eyebrow as Gaz emptied them into a bin labeled the “sock bin”.
Gaz raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to have to try to run through towns on blistered feet? Do you want to try to wrap a fuck ton of bandaging on big wounds? Or should we save that for our torsos?”
Price raised his hands in concession and then stopped, frowning. “That clicking noise again.”
Reasonably, there was no reason to believe that they were in immediate danger, but… dread still flooded Gaz’s veins, regardless. He quieted and listened. It was much louder this time.
Then they saw them. All black fighter jets with the American flag on them.
“Fuck!” Price cursed.
In the distance, they could make out trucks rolling up. Military trucks. Gaz should have taken this as a good sign, but no. No, things were never that easy. They rolled up in the distance and stopped and the angle meant that Price and Gaz could see them, but they likely couldn’t be seen. They’d done this on purpose so they wouldn’t have to deal with the various groups of shitbags around.
Gaz went to go around to the truck, but then a piercing shriek sounded through the air. Not a sprinter shriek, no. An electric shriek. Gaz’s eyes went wide as he saw groups of biters flood from their buildings. No, not just biters. Sprinters, bleeders. He covered his ears and quickly went around the truck with Price, getting in and locking the doors. Price had thankfully slammed the back of the jeep shut.
“What do we do, sir?”
“Get the fuck-”
Price was cut off by the first explosion. Gaz expected a bomb, but… no. Something large and round had dropped down on a group of biters and exploded in a purple cloud of gas. Gaz knew it was gas from the way it hung in the air, spreading out rather than up like smoke.
Gaz stared at the group, watching them all drop like flies. “How is that possible?”
“I don’t fucking know, but I’m not sure I want to find out what it does to humans.” Price growled and put the jeep in drive.
“Sir, how are we going to get through this town? Do we keep driving through?” Gaz knew from the map that going back would mean adding two more days of travel. From Price’s frustrated expression, he was thinking the same. “We could hide somewhere, wait them out?”
“No.” Price shook his head. “That’s too risky.”
Gaz sighed, since it was. Plus, what happened when it drove the hoards out of the town? They would be stuck. “Can you travel the backroads?”
“Let me see that map.”
Gaz got it out and handed it to Price, keeping an eye on the biters and the approaching military men. He wondered why they were there.
Well, that question got answered quickly because no sooner had he thought it then a group of three survivors were coming out of a building nearby. They started to choke and grasp at their throat. “Price-” Gaz started, before jerking away as something slammed against the door of the jeep.
A soldier in a gas mask was at their door. Where did he come from?? He was yelling at them in shit spanish to get out of the jeep. Price looked up, alarmed, but nodded at Gaz to comply. Gaz hesitated before carefully getting out of the truck. He looked around and saw the three survivors were now on the ground, two soldiers standing over them.
One of them was convulsing and he could hear the other two screaming. It was… a horrible scene. Gaz’s stomach churned from it. The soldier kicked his knee in so he was forced to kneel and he put his hands behind his head immediately. Price did as told as well, being made to step out of the jeep. Gaz was made to go around to his side.
“Can we leave?” Price tried, doing a convincing American accent. If Gaz said so.
“No. Orders are to neutralize all survivors in this town.” The soldier put his gun to Price’s head.
It was a sheer moment of panic. Gaz had the gun away from the soldier within five seconds. Clearly they weren’t expecting someone trained in this shit. He shot them in the chest and yanked their gas mask off their face as they fell, tossing it to Price, who quickly slipped it on.
Gaz shot another soldier that approached, whipping around and immediately shooting another. Price yanked open the door to the jeep, ducking behind it as gunfire sprayed near them. Gaz practically sprinted around it after yanking another gun off one of the soldiers he shot.
He put his hand on the door handle when he was suddenly being yanked back. He was met with the yellow eyes of a sprinter. The gunfire was so loud he hadn’t even heard it screech. He didn’t waste time to shoot it through its head and he was lifting up again.
“Get the fuck in!” Price ordered.
The group of soldiers in the distance were now being surrounded by biters. Even with the gas taking them out, they were still quickly swarming them. “This is clearly not going to plan for them!” Gaz called and Price just shook his head.
Gaz started, again, to get into the jeep, but then his vision was flooded with purple.
Then black.
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#migration storyline#Kyle Gaz Garrick#Gaz COD#John Price#Price COD#Teeth and Skin: a zombie cod au#Call of Duty#Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
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Today’s compilation:
Now That's What I Call Music! 3
1999
Adult Contemporary / R&B / Pop / Teen Pop / Pop-Rock / Alternative Rock / Boy Bands
Went for another dip back into 1999 with the most ubiquitous various artist compilation series that the US has ever known: Now That's What I Call Music! And this third installment, just like its pair of predecessors, proved to be a commercial smash, peaking at #4 on Billboard's 200 album chart and achieving double-platinum status as well.
So, let's get into that nostalgic mood with a commercial for it, shall we?
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Now, I've gone into this before, but I feel like it bears a little repeating here: while Now is something of a de facto authoritative resource on the contemporary hits of the day, it does have its limits, because, while it may seem like a pure representation of the broad pop music landscape from a specific set of a few months, each volume from its main US series is actually just a collection of songs that were put out by a conglomerate of labels. Basically, Universal and EMI and both of their many subsidiaries reached a pact to repackage hits from their own catalogues and then divvy up all the profits. So, really, it was just a genius mechanism to cash in on songs that they'd already cashed in on 🤑.
And that still means that there was a lot of different music at their disposal to choose from when they put these albums together, but it's definitely not everything. And that's why Now had a competitor like the Totally Hits series in the US, who were made up of BMG and Warner Music Group and both of their many subsidiaries.
But I only say all of this because the fact that Now is just a sprawling conglomerate of labels actually becomes pretty apparent with this release. This one, while it's still repackaging some major hits of the day, is letting its mask slip a little by recycling a whole bunch of the same acts that are featured on Volume 2, which I got into yesterday. On both of those sets, you'll find Britney Spears, Backstreet Boys, Fatboy Slim, Garbage, R. Kelly, and 98°. And when you see Now recycling artists like that, when there's so many other hit-makers out there in addition to the ones that these two albums share, you start to realize why that's the case. So, you might be wondering, “where are NSYNC? Where's Christina Aguilera?” Well, they were on RCA at the time, which fell under the BMG umbrella, so you could find their chart-busting tracks over on Totally Hits instead!
Another thing I'll say about this album is that there are some songs that I feel like I'm being reverse-Mandela Effected with here; It's not that I remember the songs sounding differently, but that I don't remember them *at all*. I'm someone who listened to a whole fuck-ton of contemporary hit radio in 1999, and, 🎶for the life of me, I cannot remember🎶 (😅) ever once hearing Ideal's "Get Gone" (a song so unremembered that it doesn't even have its own stub article on Wikipedia), Chanté Moore's "Chanté's Got a Man," or Case's "Happily Ever After." And those songs went to #s 13, 10, and 15 on Billboard's Hot 100, respectively. Often, I post about tunes that deserved better treatment by the charts based on how ubiquitous they seemed, but these three songs are the opposite: they were apparently pretty big hits and I'm almost certain that I've never actually heard a trace of them before. And, given the fact that all three of these songs are R&B, I wonder if my top 40 stations in my neck of the woods were really as all-encompassing as I thought they were. Anyone else remember hearing any one of these three songs on commercial hit radio before? If you do, I'd be interested to know what region you were in, because I really don't think they got much rotation in mine; definitely not enough to make me comprehend their chart placements, at least.
Live look at me looking up these three songs and seeing where they peaked on the Hot 100:
Hey, there's an idea for a big, long-term project, though! Wading through the archives of a bunch of radio trade magazines (some of them are free to view online) and finding the variations in what the different top-40 stations across the country were playing at around the same time. There's probably a certain level of universality among them all, but given the success of those three R&B singles, I guess there's just some songs that don't make it to wherever you're at and you're then left completely unaware of their very existence. Makes me wonder if there were any other big hits that were excluded from my area 🤔.
Anyway, this is *mostly* a fine trip down memory lane, but I wish it had a different variety of artists than Volume 2, and those three R&B songs from Ideal, Chanté Moore, and Case really threw me for a total loop.
Also, do not, *under any circumstances,* expect me to post about Volume 4 tomorrow ✌.
Highlights:
Smash Mouth - "All Star"
Lenny Kravitz - "American Woman"
blink-182 - "What's My Age Again?"
Enrique Iglesias - "Bailamos"
Britney Spears - "Sometimes"
Backstreet Boys - "All I Have to Give"
K-Ci & JoJo - "Tell Me It's Real"
Fatboy Slim - "The Rockafeller Skank"
Limp Bizkit - "Nookie"
Garbage - "Special"
R. Kelly - "If I Could Turn Back the Hands of Time"
Blessid Union of Souls - "Hey Leonardo (She Likes Me for Me)"
98° - "The Hardest Thing"
Fastball - "Out of My Head"
#adult contemporary#r&b#r & b#r and b#pop#teen pop#pop rock#rock#alternative rock#alt rock#alternative#alternative music#alt music#boy bands#boy band#music#90s#90s music#90's#90's music
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WIP Wednesday
I was tagged by the lovely @obsessedwithdavrick and for once I'm going to answer while it's still Wednesday where I live.
This is from my Green Card Marriage WIP. I will finish this someday even if it kills me.
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“He’s really good,” David murmurs to Alexis once he trusts his voice won’t break. He can’t believe Patrick chose to sing this song, David mentioned it in passing once. Who does that?
“Yes, he is.”
“Do you think he could make it? The music industry is brutal.”
“I know, I’ve been a part of it,” Alexis says, and David barely suppresses an eyeroll. He doesn’t think even Alexis herself takes seriously her short lived foray into music nowadays. But he actively chose to forget about ‘A little bit Alexis’ as soon as it came out and now he has to remind himself that, for a while, she was very committed on becoming the next Britney Spears. “Maybe he could,” she continues, nonchalantly. “But probably not in the time he has left until his visa expires.”
David sees right through the comment, of course. Alexis wouldn’t know subtlety if it was staring right into her eyes, half an inch away. He knows what she’s asking of him, and really, would a marriage license change things that much? Patrick is already living in David’s spare bedroom, he already agreed to act as his fake boyfriend for the gallery opening. They get along great. David even thinks they’re friends and they’ve only known each other for two weeks. What difference would it make to sign a paper that says that Patrick is his husband?
Isn’t anyone trying to find me? Won't somebody come take me home?
Patrick’s beautiful voice sings the words that used to keep David company when he was a lonely college student longing for someone who would take him home –metaphorically. There was never a shortage of candidates wanting to take him home literally for a fun night or two.
It’s a damn cold night, trying to figure out this life.
And now, he wonders…
Won’t you take me by the hand, take me somewhere new?
And he makes a decision.
I don’t know who you are but I am with you.
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Tagging @lizzie-bennetdarcy @beaiola @ramonaflow @apothecarose @stereopticons @flowertrigger @jamilas-pen @mammameesh @noahreids @dinnfameron @blackandwhiteandrose and anyone else who wants to participate!
#tagged games#mywords#my wips#would Patrick sing Avril Lavigne?#probably not#but#she is canadian#which I'm sure plays in her favor#and also he would absolutely sing her songs for David#there's no doubt about it#schitt's creek#david x patrick
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𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 - 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐓
𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏.
𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑲𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆 & 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏.
𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 1029
𝑨/𝒏: 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔! 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 2 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 - 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓
I could feel something or someone watching my every move. Every breath, every blink, every thought even — everything I did was being watched. Maybe I was going insane? Surely no one was watching me, its not a normal thing to do in todays society — stalking and staring was frowned upon. I told the voices in my head to shut up and continued stocking the shelves at the small store I worked at. I had death metal was playing in my headphones, quietly enough so I could hear if anyone was asking for help but loud enough so the low hum of the air-conditioning was drowned out.
I heard the quiet noise of the hinges on the door creak, signaling to me that someone had entered the shop. I assumed it was just another skateboarding, monster drinking teenager wanting to ogle at the newest hip hop album. Couldn't blame them though, I do like Eminem's music but if we're being honest, metal and rock music owns my heart. I was quickly pulled out of my head by someone saying, "Excuse me,".
"Hello, can I help?" I asked, pausing my music. "I was just wondering if you could help me find the metal records?" he asked. His eyes we're gorgeous, a captivating shade of blue. "Of course, any specific genre of metal?" I asked. "Heavy metal," he replied. "Good choice," I said, "it's all in this section here, as well as that shelf there". "Cool, thanks," he grinned.
I sat on the spinning chair behind the counter, changing the cd over to Nirvana's 'Nevermind' album and skipping to track 3. The sweet sounds of Kurt's voice filled the store as I hummed along to the lyrics and bounced my knee to Dave's drumming. The same guy came up to the sticker-covered counter and placed a Deftones vinyl on it, "Just this,". I picked up the record and scanned the label, "Sophisticated taste," I said. "Says you. Nirvana is a great choice," he replied. "Thank my dad for that part of my music taste," I said, "Your total is twelve bucks,". He handed me the money as I slid the vinyl over to him. "In that case, my compliments to your dad," he smiled before leaving the shop.
I sat there after, picking at some of the older stickers that needed replacing as the image was almost completely faded and the edges were sticky, dirty and coming up.
I went through the rest of my day, a handful more customers came and went, some buying Britney Spears, some buying HIM and others buying 50 Cent. I couldn't get that one guy off my mind. He was literally perfect, black hair with red streaks, blue eyes, an amazing smile and killer music taste. A guy like that is hard to find nowadays, most of them have short, slicked back hair and only listen to songs based around misogyny. I should've asked for his fucking number. Idiot.
Its rare we get someone that likes heavy metal come into the shop. So that one person that comes in and buys a metal album always makes me smile. I had been raised on metal and rock music, my mum being into Guns N Roses, AC/DC and KISS while my dad was into Nirvana, Green Day and Blink-182.
I had also always been fascinated by the rock/metal culture, the music being loud and deafening while also serenading my ears. Metalheads as a group also peaking my interest, other people thinking that we're freaks or Satan worshipers when in reality, we just need an escape from reality. Metal and Rock music is our home, comforting on a bad day and making us smile on a good day — bringing people of all kinds together.
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As the time reached 6:45pm, it was time to close the shop. However, five minuets before I left that same feeling that someone was watching me took over again — it sent chills down my spine, causing goosebumps to rise onto the surface of my skin. I, as usual, brushed it off and locked the store, closing the shutters and went straight to my car. A black van was parked two spaces away from mine, death metal blasting from the slightly parted windows.
I listened to KoRn the whole way home, my vocals sounding butchered as I did my best John Davis impression. I'm sure that if anyone was to hear me, they'd think I sound like a cat being strangled.
I got back to my small house and immediately kicked off my shoes, the blisters from the harsh leather already stinging on the surface of my skin. I noticed the light on my back porch was on, making me mumble to myself, 'fucking cats'. I don't hate cats but they annoy me when they shit and piss on my garden. I shoved my frozen pizza into the oven and grabbed a beer out the fridge. I clicked the television on and put on a random movie on MTV.
I did my regular night routine; get home, eat dinner, drink a beer or two, watch crap on tv, get into my pyjamas and fall asleep on my couch. I could feel myself get taken away by sleep, off to a different world — a better world, mentally satisfying my every need. That was until I heard the front door unlock. Someone was breaking in, just my fucking luck. I grabbed the nearest heavy object which just so happened to be a shoe from my pair of Doc Martins. "Who's there?!" I yelled. I tried to keep my voice strong but my nervous tone seemed to slip through. I could hear a series of hushed words, something like 'I told you she wasn't fully asleep'.
The last thing I could remember was some kind of smoke filling the air as my lungs felt like they were getting tight inside my ribcage, suffocating me as I struggled to keep consciousness. My eye lids felt heavy, straining as they fought against falling asleep. The last thing I saw was four men standing around me in funky looking masks. Great. This is how I die.
#slipknot#taken#issie https#corey taylor#joey jordison#jim root#craig jones#shawn crahan#sid wilson#paul gray#mick thomson#chris fehn
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Hey
It's the same girl who asked about your opinion on my 10 year old cousin thinking Jungkook will marry her
I just wanted to ask
Is it normal that Every ARMY(some non-ARMYs too) around me thinks that someone from BTS gonna marry them? Or is it just people around me???
Everyone are delulu omg😭
I have too many stories about these girls
I (forcefully) checked what they were talking about and checked your Tumblr and I was so thankful someone was normal. I almost thought Everyone were like that
And Yes I told her to stay in School
I think everyone has a secret fantasy about marrying their favorite celebrity. That’s why celebrities and idols exist and why boy bands are so successful. I’m really showing my age but omg the frenzy in the 90s and early 2000s around NYSNC and The Backstreet Boys and Britney Spears?? Unparalleled. Then in the late 2000s we saw it again with Justin Bieber and One Direction. The Josie and Pussycats film (SLAY) makes fun of the entertainment industry the entire movie by even parodying boyband obsession, product placements, and the trend cycles. The movie went over so many peoples’ heads when it was released so it bombed at the box office but it’s a cult classic for a reason. Highly recommend to watch!!! Also aging myself again by admitting I had both the dvd AND soundtrack as kid bc the songs are bangers. Honestly the 90s-2000s in general just rocked. This is the only meme I have of the film but see the product placement and the mockery of boy bands? Genius.
The 1D documentary is a perfect example of the boy band frenzy that JATP film was mocking bc they even had a small scene where they had a neuroscientist or someone similar in that profession (I haven’t seen the movie in a few years so I’m not 100% sure but I was a hardcore 1d stan and have the dvd bc their live vocals honestly slap. Their concert cover of teenage dirtbag in the movie?? Still waiting for the actual recording bc chefs kiss). Anyway the neuroscientist was saying that corporations/ music companies have these formulas to create the perfect idol down to a t after studying the phenomenons of rabid Beatles and Elvis fans in the 50/60s. It has to do with the happiness chemicals in the brain. Combine those with good looks and music? You can’t help but fall in love. The entertainment industry then purposely directs their carefully molded artists to vulnerable audiences (preteens, teens, women) because they will buy more products. Casey Aonso (another fellow 1d stan wassup girl) YouTube video describes their XFactor era HILARIOUSLY. War flashbacks. The clips about HOW BAD each individual one direction members auditions were but you could see the $$$ in the judges eyes bc the boys were good looking and you could tel the judges were plotting how to sell the boys good looks. And they did.
And boy do we know that formula works. Hybe overprices bts products on Weverse shop and y’all eat it up and sell it out every time. $200 for a REPACKAGED cd. Weren’t they selling like a $1000 product recently? But even Jin had to be like “nah for my Astronaut comeback yall not gonna be selling hella expensive pajama pants like last time tho. We don’t price gouge in this house”. All hail jin.
I’ve talked a lot about parasocial relationships and media training, etc. While I think it’s fine to have a secret fantasy about marrying *insert celebrity crush name here*, I think it’s important to realize it’s a FANTASY. Fun to think about and daydream to, but NOT REALISTIC when trying to plan a future around or with. Go play the childhood game of MASH or make a SIMS family with Jungkook as your husband. That’s fine and normal. But don’t be going around telling people he’s your boyfriend. That’s delusion. I’ve included a perfect real life example of healthy young fangirling in the tags.
EDIT JUNE 11 2023:
I happened to come across this tik tok video yesterday that also explains delusion and obsession. I think it applies to “fangirling” especially well. TW for trauma.
#fun fact#I kept making a sims family with Harry styles as my husband#but our kid would never do his homework#and would get taken away by cps#and my sim would just cry and cry#if that isn’t symbolism I don’t know what is#ask#bts#Harry styles#OR DOES ANYONE REMEMBER J14 MAGS?#omg nostalgia unlocked#I had a friend who was obsessed with Nick Jonas and had those magazine posters all over her walls#but we were in middle school#and she grew out of that phase and is now happily married to her high school sweetheart and they have 2 kids
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I’ve been digging around and I want to share and discuss this crazy theory of mine with you:
In addition to the recent announcement of Speak Now, I think we could also be receiving the official announcement of 1989 in May, along with the possible book(more on this below) announcement either in June or later this year.
If the speculated book is indeed Taylor's, I believe it will be her narrated journey and experience of re-recording her music catalogue - not necessarily her life memoir (which is only being speculated because of the category of the book), but rather an important and significant moment in her life — (its also important to mention that there’s another nameless/secretive memoir with very few details also to be released this fall - and it’s not Britney, as it has a different publisher than the one Britney signed her deal with.)
I think the book will be like an incredibly detailed, hyper-expanded version of The Lover Diaries - covering not only the different eras through her memories and the feelings she felt when she made those original records and how they came to be, but also how she feels about them now, having re-recorded them, and how things have evolved over time — I also think it will include more in-depth details on the masterheist and how it really went down, her experience while under BMR, and why she wishes to continue shaping and influencing the industry to benefit new artists and songwriters for years to come.
HOWEVER, if the book being released on July 13th DOESN’T pan out to be Taylor's (BTS seems just as likely), I don’t think it necessarily mean all hope is lost (I really don't think the coincidences with the author in the All Too Well film and her subtle Dear Reader reference can be ignored) —
in a weird twist of fate, there just so happens to be ANOTHER nameless, secretive celebrity memoir (also with very few details) that is scheduled to be released this fall; and before we begin the process of elimination of who else it could be, I can tell you 100% that it’s NOT Britney Spears, as the publisher is different from the one Britney exclusively signed with.
Now, let's talk about 1989 (Taylor's Version) and what makes me think we could be getting a May announcement:
When I think of 1989, I can think of a few things that instantly come to mind: New York City, polaroid pictures, the girl squad, and…. paper airplanes.
As we know, Taylor loves to use and incorporate dates and holidays to hint at what's to come, and it just so happens that National Paper Airplane Day falls on Friday, May 26th this year:
During the 1989 era, paper airplanes became a significant symbol. It's long been told that Harry Styles (1989's public muse) gifted Taylor a paper plane necklace during their relationship - in the music video for Style, Taylor holds the same paper plane necklace three times, and in Out of the Woods, she again infamously mentions this paper airplane necklace.
But there’s actually even more significance to this date than simply being National Paper Airplane Day - Friday May 26th also happens to be the first of three stops of Taylor's Eras Tour at the MetLife Stadium (the closest stadium located to NY) - and what better occasion and opportunity to announce 1989 (Taylor’s Version) than on National Paper Airplane Day, while simultaneously performing her first of three shows at the MetLife Stadium?
As of right now, here are a few things that we do know to be true regarding 1989 TV:
1.) As both the album and Taylor's life during the 1989 era embody New York in its entirety, it's only natural to associate this album with the city (which she does)
2.) As we know, paper airplanes are a significant symbol of 1989, because they tie into the public muse of Harry Styles, are lyrically cited, and appear in one of the album's music video
3.) We know that there has been long-standing talk and speculation of Speak Now TV and 1989 TV being released in pairs, starting as far back as 2021 - I don’t believe this speculation and rumour appeared out of thin air, as its continued and remained relevant into 2023
4.) We know that 1989 TV has likely been completed for quite some time now, as Taylor's Version of Wildest Dreams and This Love have both already been officially released and made available to us - in addition to that, we also know that Taylor’s Version of Bad Blood appeared in DC League of Super-Pets, a Disney animated film that was released in the summer of last year.
Now, what makes it even more compelling to me is that the upcoming Barbie film, scheduled for release on July 21st this summer, is said to feature several tracks (!!) from Taylor’s 1989 album throughout the film that will also be included on the official movie soundtrack - it is reported that Taylor has given permission for already-recorded hit songs of hers to be used in the film, including Shake it Off, Blank Space, and Style.
I understand that until there’s confirmation of this, it is still merely speculation - but in terms of speculation and gossip, 1989 tracks being featured in the film definitely holds some weight and believability to it, as many of Taylor's 1989 songs would work perfectly for a Barbie film/soundtrack, and it seems like a no-brainer.
Also, Barbie is highly anticipated and is set to become a cult classic, regardless of the reviews and how well it performs at the box office - what artist wouldn’t want to jump on that opportunity to have their songs included? Having re-recorded songs (ones that you want to build momentum around so they eventually outperform the originals) in a film with so much hype is a big deal, so turning this down would be a silly thing for Taylor to do.
Now remember, we already have Taylor's Version of three songs from 1989: Wildest Dreams, This Love, and (unofficially released, but still exists) Bad Blood - if the Barbie talk is true, then that number would rise to six after Shake It Off, Blank Space, and Style. 1989's standard version only consists of 13 songs, so we would already have half of the entire album available to us in Taylor's version, making it very hard to believe she would not want to just release the product as a whole and complete album…
no offense intended towards you at all anon but this is the kind of dense but loose speculation that is not very shall we say helpful to me in my quest for the truth.
i’m more of a wait and see blog unless there’s hard evidence (like the publisher email for example) to go on.
like we’ll get 1989 when we get it. we know it’s coming and we know given all the clues that it’s probably after speak now. so it’ll come when it comes. i don’t know that it really matters when it comes?
some of my readers may enjoy your theorizing though so publishing all the same.
but if i follow you your reasoning is that 1989 is associated with nyc (you don’t say this but i’m inferring since she seems to be spending more time in nyc in your estimation that is a hint about 1989?) national paper airplanes day is soon, people have speculated 1989 will come at the same time as speak now (but you don’t say why or if it’s worth our time to listen to those speculations), and the barbie movie is rumored to have 1989 songs on it (but ofc we know taylor has released singles off 1989 so people can use them in projects already without dropping the entire album)
like you might be entirely and completely right but i guess i just wonder what we can do with this theory? sit and wait and watch? but we’ll already be doing that.
god i hope i don’t sound bitchy but this is just sort of swiftie calculus i have never found enjoyable. maybe it all lines up maybe it doesn’t we will just have to wait and see!
thanks for taking the time to write this up, i’m sure some of my readers will enjoy it even though it’s not quite my cup of tea but ily anyway ok anon? sorry if i seem like a fun sucker in this answer i don’t mean to be 🥺🙏
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'Doctor Who has long been known for its chaotic camp energy and nothing encapsulates this better than the musical numbers scattered throughout the iconic BBC sci-fi series.
Returning showrunner Russell T Davies certainly seems to love ensure that a banging soundtrack accompanies the hit British TV favourite: That was made clear early on in the season one reboot when “Toxic” by Britney Spears and Soft Cell’s “Tainted Love” played as “traditional Earth ballads” while the planet burned in “The End of the World”, set in the year five billion.
In recent years the show has had a particular penchant for including needle drops, dance breaks and powerhouse musical scenes for its characters, especially the villains. At this point, it’s amazing that there hasn’t been a dedicated musical episode as some sci-fi fantasy shows such as Buffy the Vampire Slayer – have famously done.
In a recent interview, Davies explained why he loved giving his Doctor Who antagonists a spectacular musical number as they enact their evil plans.
“In all great pop music, there’s a savagery to it… It’s like in the middle of a song, people are being slaughtered. It’s pure Doctor Who, isn’t it?” he said during the episode commentary for “The Giggle”, the third of three 60th anniversary specials.
“I’m always using pop music like that. There’s a darkness in there somewhere. The relentlessness, that’s the word. There’s a ruthlessness to pop music.”...
5. ‘My Angel Put the Devil in Me’ from ‘Daleks in Manhattan’ (2007)
We feel bad putting the only musical number not performed by one of The Doctor’s enemies at the bottom of this list, but it falls just short in the face of some truly stellar – and villainous – competition.
We also apologise because Tallulah Francis’ dazzling cabaret performance of “My Angel Put the Devil in Me” is a standout moment from the season three episode “Daleks in Manhattan”.
The glittering outfits, the sultry (and gorgeously synchronised) choreography and dreamy encapsulation of 1930s New York all blend together to make this a performance to remember.
Kind-hearted, devilishly smart and supremely talented on stage, is there anything Tallulah “Three ‘l’s and an ‘H'” Francis, played by Miranda Raison, can’t do? We think not. Well, aside from topping this ranking, of course.
2. ‘Spice Up Your Life’ from ‘The Giggle’ (2023)
Placing Neil Patrick Harris’ musical number as The Toymaker in “The Giggle” as runner-up was not an easy choice given that his performance is truly spectacular, high-camp and unnerving in equal measures.
The Toymaker was lip-syncing for his (and everyone in the building’s) life as he went on a tyrannical rampage while dancing to 90s classic “Spice Up Your Life” by the Spice Girls, dressed in a classic toy soldier’s uniform. A murderous musical number for the ages.
1. ‘I Can’t Decide’ from ‘Last of the Time Lords’ (2007)
A controversial pick for the win, but just forcing its way to victory is John Simm’s inspired performance to Scissor Sisters hit “I Can’t Decide” in the season four finale “Last of the Time Lords”.
Put simply, “I Can’t Decide” walked so “Spice Up Your Life” could run, and we would be nowhere without it. The song perfectly captures Simm’s maniacal take on The Master opposite David Tennant’s (aged-up) 10th Doctor.
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It’s camp and crazy, and, tragically, many Whovians have been criminally deprived of the full scene over the years after it was left out of certain streaming versions. Some may think it is dispensable, but we certainly don’t. This is a John Simm stan page only.'
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TASK 002: PLAYLIST.
full playlist below !!
1. what’s a song you can put on repeat & never get tired of ?
i know the end by phoebe bridgers — "somewhere in germany, but i can't place it. man, i hate this part of texas, close my eyes, fantasize, three clicks and i'm home. when i get back, i'll lay around, then i'll get up and lay back down, romanticize a quiet life, there's no place like my room."
2. a song that instantly lifts your mood when you’re sad
cuff it by beyoncé — "bet you you'll see far, bet you you'll see stars, bet you you'll elevate, bet you you'll meet god, 'cause i feel like falling in love. i'm in the mood to fuck something up, we gonna fuck up the night."
3. your favorite song from your all-time favorite artist
nobody by mitski — "venus, planet of love was destroyed by global warming, did its people want too much too? did its people want too much? and i don't want your pity, i just want somebody near me, guess i'm a coward, i just want to feel alright."
4. a song that inspires or motivates you
mama by indigo — "hey mama, now you can lean on me, i'll always be by your side, hey mama, because you gave selflessly to me, because you were my support; hey mama, now you can believe in your son, you can smile."
5. what’s a song that reminds you of someone ?
fourth of july by sufjan stevens — "did you get enough love, my little dove, why do you cry? / shall we look at the moon, my little loon, why do you cry? make the most of your life, while it is rife, while it is light. well you do enough talk, my little hawk, why do you cry?"
6. the song that gets you in the mood to party
drunk-dazed by indigo — "honestly, i'm scared my reflection in the mirror is unfamiliar, the pitiful truth behind this mask, but i never escape. i feel it, my head's in a daze, daze, daze, i'm addicted, i replay, play, play."
7. your guilty pleasure
...baby one more time by britney spears — my loneliness is killing me (and i), i must confess i still believe (still believe), when i'm not with you i lose my mind, give me a sign, hit me baby one more time.
8. a song that’s out of your typical music preference
about you by the 1975 — "there was something about you that now i can't remember, it's the same damn thing that made my heart surrender, and i'll miss you on a train, i'll miss you in the morning, i never know what to think about."
9. what do you listen to when you’re in love ?
#1: yellow by coldplay — "your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones turn into something beautiful, and you know, for you, i'd bleed myself dry. for you, i'd bleed myself dry ... look at the stars, look how they shine for you, and all the things you do."
10. do you have song you’ve listened to all your childhood ?
welcome to the black parade by my chemical romance — "a world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams, your misery and hate will kill us all. so paint it black and take it back, let's shout it loud and clear, defiant to the end, we hear the call to carry on."
11. is there a song your parent/sibling/friend/etc. introduced you to that you love ?
slipping through my fingers by abba — "do i really see what's in her mind? each time i think i'm close to knowing, she keeps on growing, slipping through my fingers all the time; sometimes i wish that i could freeze the picture, and save it from the funny tricks of time."
12. a song you didn’t expect to like
satellite by harry styles — "i go 'round and 'round, satellite; spinning out, waiting for you to pull me in, i can see you're lonely down there, don't you know that i'm right here?"
13. what song would be your ‘intro’ music ?
lullaby by got7 — "if i'm dreaming, don’t ever wake me up, i wanna hear your melody, the only thing I could need. 'cause if i had to live without you i'd be lost, and in this moment i want more."
14. what song best represents your outward look — or your attitude towards life ?
rose-colored boy by paramore — "you say "we gotta look on the bright side" i say "well, maybe if you wanna go blind" you say my eyes are getting too dark now, but boy, you ain't ever seen my mind. just let me cry a little bit longer i ain't gonna smile if i don't want to."
15. the song with your favorite lyrics
funeral by phoebe bridgers — "i have this dream where i'm screaming underwater, while my friends are waving from the shore ... jesus christ, i'm so blue all the time, and that's just how i feel, always have and i always will. and it's 4am again and i'm doing nothing again."
inner child by indigo — "i wish we would smile more, it will be okay because today's me is doing fine. yesterday's you, now it's all clear, i want to hug the many thorns in the budding rose. the smiling kid, the child who was always laughing brightly, when i see you like that, i can't help smiling."
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