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tfyoulookingatgiuxs · 7 months

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Mama's Boy

Depressed!Eddie Munson x Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: A very normal day at the Munson house. You were happy to visit your sweet boyfriend, too bad for you, he couldn't say the same thing. He wasn't in the mood and wanted to be alone. You had never seen him like this and that's why you had to ask Wayne for help.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Insicure!Eddie, Depressed!Eddie, Patient!Reader, angst, blurb, fluff, hurt/confort, theme about alcohol addiction, theme about sigarettes, theme about drugs, past traumas, mommy issue, suicide, bad language, Eddie act like little child. (Whatever you now read about this one-shot is made up. Nothing I've written is canonical. Everything I have written is nothing that has been seen or confirmed in the Duffer Brothers' Stranger Things series!!!)

𝐀/𝐍: Sorry for my english, this is not my native languages. Please support new writers and reblog!Hope you enjoy! Anyway, if you shake your phone/tablet the daisies move :/ (DIVIDER NOT MINE)

It was a simple fall day in Hawkins. The streets were quiet and the days too, while the citizens were already preparing for the Halloween party that would take place in a few months.

Autumn was perhaps one of your favorite seasons and apparently also that of your metalhead boyfriend, Eddie Munson.

Today as expected, you got ready to go to his trailer. You were supposed to go out together to pick up a movie at Family Video and spend the afternoon like that. You were happy to see Eddie again after a long week due to your studies. You were finally free and no one could take that smile off your face. Or at least that's what you thought...

You knocked cheerfully on the door only to hear an "Coming!" from the other side. His voice was hoarse. It wasn't Eddie. In fact, Uncle Wayne opens the door for you. He gave you a warm smile and invited you in but after you stepped into the trailer his smile disappeared turning his face into a worried look. You wanted to know what was wrong, but you thought maybe it wasn't any of your business. Maybe it was personal stuff and you didn't want to intrude. So you looked around noticing that Eddie wasn't there. "Is Eddie home?" You put your arms behind your back waiting for a response from the adult as he headed towards the kitchen counter.

He nodded "Yes, he's in his room but..." He didn't continue his sentence, in fact he seemed to be looking for the right words. You got worried thinking something bad had happened but then Wayne spoke "If you want I'll call him but I'm warning you kid, he's not well" His tone was low and you could see the concern "What happened?" You asked while hoping that nothing serious had happened. Wayne sighed and then pulled a photo out of his left pocket and placed it on the counter for you as you walked over.

It was old and what's more it was also in black and white. In the photo you could see the panorama of a wonderful beach with two subjects present in the photograph: a woman and a child. Both had their backs turned as they looked at the sea or perhaps the sunset. The woman, even if you couldn't see her face, was definitely beautiful with comfortable clothes. The child's features appeared to be five or six years old. You were confused but let the man in front talk to you.

"Today my nephew and I cleaned out the closet," he began, continuing to talk "In one of the junk we found an old photo album with him and his mother" at that news I felt a great weight on your chest.

You knew that Eddie was without his parents and that he had lived most of his life with his Uncle Wayne, but he had never openly told you what had happened to them.

"After we settled everything, he took the photo album and locked himself in the room. I tried to talk to him, but he said he wanted to be alone" You didn't know exactly how to react. You wanted to know more but at the same time you wanted to go console your boyfriend and find out how he is doing. After a moment of reflection and silence you decided to ask questions.

"If I may ask Wayne...what happened to Eddie's parents?" You were unsure whether to ask since the topic seemed sensitive. The man looked away for a moment and then took a cigarette and put it between his lips and motioned for you to go outside. You followed him, you both exited the trailer and Wayne sat down on the steps in front of the front door while you sat down next to him. He took out his lighter, lighting the cigarette, inhaling the smoke and then releasing it.

"Sorry for taking you out, I'd like to talk to you about it in private" He said. You nodded understanding his reasons.

"My nephew never told you about them, did he?" He asked, surely knowing the answer, but it seemed he wanted to be sure. "No, never. He only told me that they died, he never told me how" You replied as you fixed a lock of your hair feeling the cool air hitting your skin making you shiver. Wayne was silent for a moment, continued to smoke as some ash fell to the ground and he sighed. "My nephew. Before living with me, he lived with his mother" The question arises spontaneously "And his father?"

"That asshole brother of mine? He ran away. When he found out that his wife was pregnant he ran. I never heard from him until I was told that he died in a car accident" you were shocked at the news "His mother was desperate, she hadn't accepted being left like that" her eyes looked at the surrounding landscape of the Trailer Park as more smoke released from her lips "She raised him until he was six and then one day we found her dead on the sofa in her house" you were speechless and every part of Wayne's story made you feel bad, you had become a stone statue no longer knowing how to react and comment on those words of his coming from a difficult past, but the story wasn't finished.

"After my brother left, all she did was drink and take care of Eddie when she could. Most of the time I helped her and tried to keep her away from alcohol, but she never wanted to listen to me." Wayne sighed as if he were throwing himself into memories "She then started using narcotics and smoking more often, it had now become her daily routine..."

You wanted to say something but you was immediately interrupted by him "When she died for my nephew was a hard blow at that age. He loved his mother very much...even if every now and then she forgot that he had a son to raise and spent the hours watching television drunk" This time the man looked at you and noticed your sweet soul worried "I can't imagine what it was like for him, losing a mother at such a young age..." you said it in a whisper and Wayne heard you and nodded "It was very difficult for my nephew. His mother was everything for him, even if it doesn't seem like it now...he may seem scary but in reality he has always been a mama's boy" Wayne smiled and his words had the same effect on you.

You had never thought of Eddie as a mama's boy, and it made you feel tender. "Really?" You asked as if you were in disbelief and he chuckled "Really. At the age of five he was already helping her, asking her for help and taking advice from her for anything. However, he never came to me to ask me for something, for my nephew it was obligatory ask mom" You were touched by this side of Eddie that you didn't know. You were really curious to see how he would act if his mother was still here.

"His mother though? How did she react to it?" You asked and Wayne smirked again "Well, yes, she was happy to have this relationship with Eddie, they spent time together, even if it wasn't much, but for my nephew that time was enough for him to be happy" your smile widened hearing those words "But as I told you before, she forgot about him and spent the rest of the days on the sofa. At times like those I took my nephew home with me so he wouldn't see the horrible state of his mother..." Wayne finished the cigarette and threw it on the ground, stomping on it. "Has he ever thought that his mother didn't love him?" Your lips moved by themselves, you didn't know where this one came from but you tried to identify with that little Eddie who was just trying to stay close to his mother even in the most difficult moment, but she was psychologically destroyed and let her uncle get away with it took care of it for him, you would surely have thought something like "Does mom love me?" or “Why does mommy do this?” something similar.

Wayne nodded "Yes...I remember he told me this on an ordinary day while he was having lunch with me. I didn't know how to answer him, I mean, how can you tell your five year old nephew that his mother takes drugs, drinks and that does he do anything but smoke? And what's more, she only loves it because it reminds her of my brother?" That answer left you stunned and Wayne seemed to understand your reaction "Exactly. His mother, as much as she might love him as a son, loved him even more just because he reminded her of my fucking brother... she always said that Eddie looked a lot like him" The cool air moved your hair slightly "And that's it?" He glanced at you "Do I have to be honest? Not at all, it's all her mother. Especially now" You let out a giggle.

"But now I don't know how he must feel years later. Now he knows things that we hid from him as a child and knowing the truth certainly hurts, but he must learn to face it" You looked at your shoes while thinking about what to say "Do you think he has he gotten over his mother's death?" It took Wayne a while to answer "No. I'm sure of this...As I told you, his mother's death was a hard blow for him and he still suffers from it today" his look was sad, and not do you think you've ever seen this sensitive side of Wayne "I tried to do my best to reassure him and be close to him, but my nephew will never be able to get the image of his mother lying on the sofa lifeless out of his head..." his eyes began to become shiny and you instinctively put a hand on the man's shoulder "Hey, you did a great job with him. You may not have managed to heal that wound of his but you healed many others during his life and I'm sure you never let him lack anything." Wayne smiled big and seemed to feel better "Thanks kid" He stood up and you did the same "Can I talk to him?" You asked as you both walked back into the trailer. He nodded "One moment..." He told you as he headed towards his nephew's room.

After a couple of minutes Wayne came back to you motioning that you could go into the room. Before leaving you took the black and white photograph and headed towards Eddie's room. You found him sitting on the bed looking at the photo album and it made your heart ache. As soon as he saw you he whispered a soft "Hey" while you whispered a soft "Hi" and sat down next to him.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, today we were supposed to go to Family Video and catch a movie to watch-"

"Don't worry Eds, it's okay, it'll be for another time" Your tone was sweet, making him understand that you didn't care about seeing a fucking movie now, but rather being close to him.

"Did my uncle tell you everything?" He said as he looked at you. As soon as his eyes met yours you could see his wet cheeks. He had cried, and it broke your heart in two. You hated seeing him like this and just wished you could console him as best you could. You nodded "How are you?" He didn't seem to want to answer you. Your hand began to caress his back as your eye fell on the album. “I miss her..." Was hi answer. You now saw a color photo of a woman, who you understood to be very beautiful, holding little Eddie by the hand. "I can tell,"

"She's very beautiful and looks a lot like you" now you understood Wayne's words. Even if you didn't know what Eddie's father looked like, he sure as hell couldn't have looked like Eddie looked like his mother, they were identical "Uncle Wayne tells me that too, but she always said I looked like my father" you could hear the note of sadness and contempt falling from his lips "And that's why she left..." You saw how he bit his lower lip tightly, surely keeping himself from shedding tears as you moved closer to him "Why do you think that?"

"Why is it like this... I ruined her life. Every day he woke up looking at the spitting image of my father and that's why he despaired on the sofa ruining himself day by day" Damn it hurt to see him like that. You immediately wanted to hug him tightly "But she loved you and you loved her right?" He nodded "Yes, i love her very much but she didn't love me and she had her reasons, I was the cause of her pain and it ended with her death" Eddie hid his face with the palm of his hand. “I ruined his life Y/N… I'm ruining the lives of everyone around me, starting with Uncle Wayne and-”

"Eddie look at me" A note of seriousness came out of your mouth and you didn't let him finish. Not after he started shedding tears. He looked up and looked at you and with your free hand you cupped his cheek, his eyes were bright "You're not ruining anyone's life Eds. Get it through your head-" "How can you say that? I should never have been born in the first place, so she wouldn't have died" He said irritated and immediately more tears hit his cheeks.

"What happened to your mother is not your fault, nor was your birth. Maybe it's true, your mother loved you above all because you reminded her of the man who abandoned her, but that doesn't mean she doesn't has ever truly loved you" You took out the photograph Wayne had shown you. "This photo is of you and her, Eddie. And all these others too" you pointed to the album "You were always her baby, and as hard as life was on you that doesn't mean she stopped loving you as a son"

"I don't know exactly the whole story, but I know that there is no more beautiful bond than that between a son and a mother, and yours was a beautiful bond Eds and it certainly didn't lead her to kill herself" Fuck... he started to sob "You haven't ruined anyone's life honey, not your uncle or even the people around you. If your mother isn't here today it's certainly not because of you, she was suffering too much and wasn't able to move forward" With your thumb you dried the tears Eddie was shedding "But at least she left with the knowledge of having given birth to a wonderful son" you wrapped him in your arms while he let himself go, wetting the cotton of your t-shirt with his his tears. You gave him a light kiss on his scalp as you stroked his hair. "You are the most beautiful thing your uncle could have asked for and the same thing goes for me. You are one of the sweetest and most special people I could have ever asked for. Every day you improve my life so don't even think about something like that" you whispered in his ear as he held you tighter.

Eddie didn't answer but vented his tears some more before trying to compose himself.

You didn't accept that your boyfriend talked about him that way. His horrible past had left him with too many insecurities and doubts after his mother's death that a poor child like him at that age didn't have the strength to face. An image of a little Eddie spending moments with his mother appeared in your mind. The afternoon, the first day of school, the days with his uncle. Your imagination of that sweet, beautiful child was overwhelmed when you then thought about how he and Wayne found his mother dead. Coming home, ready to hug his mother again but she was gone forever. You felt a lump in your throat as you thought about how he must have felt when he tried to wake up his mother. The tears and desperation he felt, something you absolutely couldn't understand but imagining it was definitely heartbreaking. No one would have tolerated it...

Eddie was one of those people who never fully enjoyed his parents. He never knew his father and his mother had passed away dying of an overdose. You begin to think that in all respects you were lucky compared to him. You had a mother and a father, even if they were distant because they no longer felt the love they had before, but they were still your parents. A feeling of guilt invaded your abdomen thinking about how although you had a mother who takes care of you, you didn't have the relationship that Eddie had with his and that perhaps he would like to have again. You were also envious of this, yes. But you felt like somehow it was your fault. You have always had arguments with your parents, especially with your mother and now you realize that not everyone was lucky enough to have a mother who takes care of you.

You really appreciated what your mother did, but you never admitted it and maybe that was the reason why you didn't have a good relationship. You could sense that something in you had changed as you caressed the boy's dark curls, pressing light kisses from his ear to the crook of his neck. His breathing had returned to regularity but he was still sniffling and sobbing slightly. Now you felt somehow good, lighter with less weight on your shoulders. You wanted to be even closer to him than you already were and somehow heal his wound that was still dripping blood if touched with a finger.

"Feeling better big boy?" You used the nickname he loved so much. He just nodded. "If you need anything you know you can tell me right?" He nodded again and gave him another kiss near his ear. It was hot, actually burning hot. You could tell all that heat was from the outburst, the crying and even the embarrassment. He absolutely didn't want you to see him in that state and be able to understand it. Eddie had always been a guy who preferred to do everything alone and without anyone's help, which is reasonable, you had been there too...

But Eddie will also have realized that obstacles are not always faced with one's own strength. Sure, you've always been there for him and definitely Wayne too, but you didn't know how many times Eddie needed his mother. To go to her and ask for help or hug her if he was sick, something Eddie desperately wanted. You felt his grip tighten on you again as he started to sob again "Shh Shh Shh...it's okay Eds" a hiss came out of your sweet lips and after a couple of minutes he broke the hug trying hastily to clean his face “I-I'm really sorry, you shouldn't see me like this.”

"Why do you say this?" He shakes his head "Beacuse...well you don't-" you didn't let him finish "You didn't want me to find out about you and your mother?" He looked at you in surprise as he nodded quickly “Did you by any chance think I would judge you?” He looked at you and was afraid to give you the answer, because even though he loved you to death and had known you for a long time he was afraid that you would actually judge him, he didn't answer "You know I would never judge you, especially on something like that," you placed your hand on his. "Knowing about you and your mother makes me happy, because I know that you loved her very much, and that she loved you despite everything" now your foreheads were touching "I'm sure your mother is very happy to see the mama's boy grow up" you smiled and he did the same and you pressed a kiss to his forehead "Let's do this..." Eddie looked at you with his puppy eyes "How about I'll bring you a glass of water and then, if you want to, can you tell me about your mother?" You asked. You couldn't lie, those photos intrigued you and you wanted to get to know Mrs. Munson a little through those beautiful photographs.

He sniffed and you nodded smiling at you "Now big boy, dry these tears, I'll be right back ok?"

“Okay” He said and you gave him a kiss on the lips which widened his smile.

And so you spent the afternoon with your boyfriend. Sitting leaning against the headboard of the bed while together you browsed through those photos showing off smiles while you were wrapped in each other's arms. Eddie's head rested on your shoulder while yours rested on his head. He looked up when you finally closed the photo album "Thank you sweetheart" He said as you caressed his scalp "Whenever you want big boy, you know that I'm always there for you"

“I wouldn’t know what to do without you” his chocolate brown eyes got lost in yours.

"Well, don't think about it then. Just think that now I'm here with you" He chuckled and you both smiled at each other as your sweet boyfriend fell asleep in your arms.

Even though he was now a grown man, Eddie was still a mama's boy.

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poeticmystery · 12 days

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ WET NAILS (d.f.)

summary : in which you love gossiping with your rockstar boyfriend.

w.c. : 500 something

a/n : based off of this post from my old acc!

warning(s) : none, swearing?

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”and she had the nerve to act like i was the one with the problem!” you exclaimed, waving your hand around as you spoke.

you were currently sat criss cross on the couch in you and dominic’s shared apartment. he had his hand spread out atop a pillow you had placed in between you two. on his hand, his nails were all half-dry painted pink with various designs on them.

were you good at the art you were trying to do on his short nails? not necessarily.

did he still love it? no doubt.

he nodded along with the story you were telling, letting out a breath before saying, “yeah baby, she sounds crazy.”

a smile formed on your lips, glad he agreed with you and thought the girl you had been talking about was insane.

“right?!” you added, your eyes conveying your very obvious feelings about her.

“then she got her boyfriend to text me to tell me to back off, when i didn’t even do anything!”

this made his eyebrows furrow, a crease forming between them.

“if a guy’s giving you shit, babe, tell him to talk to me, alright?” he assured, not afraid of throwing some choice words at the guy.

”oh, of course, but it was just one text before they…” you paused for a moment, looking around as if there was someone who could overhear.

you lowered your voice to a whisper, despite the empty apartment.

“broke up because she cheated on him.”

your boyfriends mouth fell open, his jaw going slack.

“no way.”

you just nodded in an i couldn’t believe it either way.

“hey, are your nails dry? i wanna paint the other hand purple!” you grinned, your demeanor quickly changing.

the purple, sparkly nail polish sat on the coffee table with the rest of the bottles you owned. he lifted his hand, inspecting it closer.

“looks it,” dom said, placing his hand on the back of the couch, making sure nothing could hit it just incase it was still a little wet.

“great!”

you quickly got to work on his left hand, wiping off the excess polish that had slipped off of his nail. you finished shortly, after having to tell him to ‘hold still’ a few times.

after you were done, you looked across to him with a sheepish smile on your face. “do you like it?”

he looked down at his spread out fingers, a soft grin flashing over his own lips. “i love ‘em babydoll. you should really do this more often,” he complimented, adoring the look on your face.

you nod in satisfaction. “just tell me when that comes off, and i’ll redo them a different color!” you said excitedly, leaning forward over the pillow separating you two to place a quick kiss to his lips.

the boy instinctively moves his hand to your back to bring you closer, causing you to jolt away and force his hand back on the pillow.

“nope. wet nails,” you said, a teasing smile on your face.

the only response you got was a soft laugh.

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gingeraleluke · 2 years

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𝐵𝑅𝑈𝑇𝐴𝐿 : 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: elliot x fem!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: in which the emancipation of jules’ cousin goes off the rails once she meets a certain boy.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: suicidal/unstable reader, talks about divorce, characters in peril (this will be a slowburn fic and elliot will do stupid shit in this, just like in the show lol)

𝗔/𝗡: this is just the beginning!! we are gonna be doing the entirety of season two and then some. this story IS A READER INSERT FIC and has little to no physical specifics, BUT reader is jules’ cousin in this! take it with a grain of salt as it only adds to the story and not to the character, so i hope that you all can enjoy!

y/n is a songwriter in this story! her song claims will be billie eilish songs ❤︎

this does not completely follow the season two storyline, and does have some differences and add ins!

DISCLAIMER: in this story, the reader has a history of depression and attempted suicide. if this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read!

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𝐼𝑁𝑇𝑅𝑂𝐷𝑈𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁

y/n was never the person she wanted to be and after reaching her breaking point, she ends up moving in with her cousin, jules. now—blindly thrown into a completely different scene of drugs, sex, partying, and drama— y/n realizes that living with jules, comes with a price. especially when the two girls end up falling for the same guy…

“𝗠𝗬 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗠 𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗟𝗘 𝗠𝗬 𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗚!“

“...𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗚?“

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♫ 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗯𝘆 𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗮 𝗿𝗼𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗼

the doors to the courthouse swung open as y/n tried not to fumble over her quickly moving feet, ignoring the calls coming from behind her. she could feel the tears start to burn her eyes, gripping the railing to the staircase as her parents followed after her.

i’m so insecure i think

that i’ll die before i drink

she tugged on the collar of the floral button up her parents forced her to wear, and sprinted down the stairs. everything in her life had felt like it was leading up to something. that all the bullshit she had gone through would be worth it, but in that moment, y/n didn’t believe that anymore. she crossed the sidewalk, full on running through the street and pushing whoever was in her way.

“y/n, wait!” her mother called, slowing down as she became more and more out of breath. her husband ignored her sudden stop and continued after his daughter, calling out her name. y/n was much faster than him, probably since he was a raging alcoholic and she had never taken a sip of anything harder than root beer.

and im so caught up in the news

of who likes me and who hates you

turning around to see how far behind her father was, she yelped at the sudden impact of a young woman crashing into her.

“shit, sorry!” y/n apologized, raising her hands up as the lady’s dog snapped into a rabid protective state, lunging at the girl despite being held back from the leash.

jumping off of the sidewalk, she continued running through the street and past the traffic. she ignored the countless honking of cars and continued towards the mall.

and i’m so tired that i might

quit my job start a new life

once she hit the parking lot, she held her hands to the knees of her dress pants, bending over and catching her breath.

“i’m not….built….for this much….running.” she panted, looking up to see a little girl and mother watch her, the woman’s arms filled with groceries. the once languid mother, was now clearly confused and maybe even concerned

“what are you looking at?! huh?!” y/n huffed, mocking them and turning towards the entrance of the mall, making her way to the big red bullseye logo.

she slowed down her pace, knowing that her parents couldn’t possibly be following her still. her shoes carried her past the countless aisles and customers, making her way to the back where the checkout line was.

a man who she hadn’t seen before, was working the register and watched as she cut in line in front of a little kid and his dad, multiple customers following after them.

and they’d all be so disappointed

cause who am i if not exploited?

“excuse me, yeah, yeah.” she cut the man off and looked the man up and down.

“you new here?”

“uh, yes?” he spoke with a spanish accent, obviously confused as to what was going on. y/n hummed and nodded her head before digging into the back pocket of her dress pants and dropping the keys on the counter.

“tell the boss that y/n quit.” she smiled, not even caring that she didn’t have the uniform to turn in. she was just done with everything, mentally and physically. turning to walk away, she stopped herself and spoke again.

“oh, and just a little piece of advice? don’t put the keys in your back pocket unless you like the feeling of little gnomes stabbing into your ass cheek.” the girl grinned, waving him off and heading back to the parking lot.

stumbling down the rows of cars, she stopped when she saw her dads. she knew it was her fathers car when she saw his head pop out from the front seat.

are you fucking kidding me?

“shit.” she spoke under her breath, bolting the other direction and once again, ignoring his calls.

i’m so sick of seventeen

where’s my fucking teenage dream?

her feet carried her once again towards the exit of the mall parking lot, before quickly skipping past the few cars that were passing by. she heard the confused chatter and honks among the vehicles, but waved them off and continued her sprint.

she picked up her pace once she reached the side of the road, the heel of her feet picking up dust from the dirt and grass she ran on.

if someone tells me one more time

‘enjoy your youth’ im gonna cry

she could feel the vibrations of her phone in her back pocket, mentally envisioning the amount of worried calls and texts she was receiving, but she didn’t care.

she lived a whole life doing what she thought was right, never feeling satisfied, but this—what she was doing right now— it felt right. it was exciting and scary, but deep down, she could feel that foreign tingling feeling that she had always craved. the feeling of freedom.

euphoria.

and i don’t stick up for myself

i’m anxious and nothing can help

she took in alive gulps of air, like she would lose oxygen at any moment. her knees were starting to hurt from running, but she liked the pain. the familiar urge to strip herself of everything had washed over her. she wanted to burn every item she had ever touched and blow away the ashes. if she had a pen and paper, she would have written a will, but this chase throughout traffic would have to do.

it was like if she destroyed all the evidence of her existence, it would be easier for her to disappear.

sure, her parents knew about her suicidal episodes and moments of pure adrenaline, but they could never sense it coming. she assumed they’d be prepared for it when they entered the courthouse, but clearly they weren’t since it was so easy for her to take off. as much as she’d hate it, she really should have been on a permanent house arrest.

“FUCK!” a man exclaimed, yelling at the girl to get out of the road. his car came to a quick hault, just a mere inches away from hitting her. her breath got caught in her throat as she realized the accident she could have just caused, multiple cars lining up behind him. she smiled for a second, taking in the view of the cars stopped ahead of her, before the ever-so-annoying ringtone of her phone startled her.

and i wish i’d done this before

and i wish people liked me more

grabbing the phone, she backed away from the cars so they could drive by. giving a breathless laugh, she waiting for the cars to speed up, tossing her phone into the traffic, watching multiple cars drive over it.

i fucking hated that phone anyways.

knowing that her phone was destroyed felt more freeing than she anticipated, picking up her pace again and putting a light skip in her step this time. she danced to the music that played in her head.

all i did was try my best

this the kind of thanks i get?

i’m relentlessly upset

you’d think that after being hospitalized nine times for attempted suicide, that y/n would have found a way to cope. something to drag her out of the darkness that she felt so enamored in, yet she hadn’t.

she pranced down the sidewalk, by a small store with flower pots outside of it and an old man in a blue cap, watering them. the hose was connected to a nearby fire hydrant and the man aimed messily, spraying a soft stream of water all down the concrete. y/n jumped in the small puddle of water, leaping out of the way of the fire hydrant.

they say these are the golden years

but i wish i could disappear

ego crush is so severe

it was ironic how y/n saw the beauty in life, only when she was mere minutes away from ruining hers. she’d only ever smile and genuinely mean it, when she would have her outbursts.

they all would start the same. she would feel suffocated, like someone had just stuck a helmet on her head, and her face would get all hot. she’d stand there, struggling to comprehend anything and ill to speak, before the anger would hit. the harsh red cloud would drag her out of whatever situation she was in, and would lead her to a pitch black demise of hopelessness.

it was the comfort of that familiar darkness that made her happy.

god it’s brutal out here

she was sick of pleasing everyone. sick of living a life for other people instead of herself. sick of watching movies and not being able to relate to the characters or hearing stories from kids in the halls about parties she wasn’t invited to. she was fucking sick of it.

she’d always felt like she was working towards something bigger, but time slipped from her fingertips and she found herself as a lost cause. all she knew was that if her life didn’t change sometime soon, she didn’t want it anymore.

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FLASH FORWARD 6 MONTHS LATER

rubbing the black shadow and liner around the corners of her eyes, she momentarily forgot about the makeup caked onto her face as her feet swiftly maneuvered their way down the front steps of the house— feeling elliot’s presence behind her. she bit the top of her lip, holding in whatever amount of tears she could conceal.

“y/n, wait!”

i feel like no one wants me

and i hate the way i’m perceived

scoffing and shaking her head, she continued out into the front yard. her arms were bare and the pink butterfly tank top she wore was loose around the edges, her jeans hiked up and flared at the ends.

she could hear maddy and kat call out to her, telling the girl to come back. “girl, come on don’t let this ruin your day!”

“yeah, y/n! it’s your birthday!” kat stated.

“y/n!” elliot shouted louder, after the girl ignored his first call, grabbing her arm and tugging it towards him. she halted, wearing her heart on her sleeve and looking at him.

“screw my birthday! what’s the point of even being here if no one wants me here—“ her hair flipped as she swung around when the tattooed boy stopped her again.

“now, come on y/n, you know that’s not true.”

i only have two real friends

and lately i’m a nervous wreck

“elliot, the only two fucking people who i’m actually friends with are rue and maddy. cassie doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore and it won’t take maddy long to leave me too— plus rue is gone fucking awol and everything has turned to shit.” she took a deep breath, “no one wants me here.”

sniffling, she let out a small whine and turned to leave again. elliot skipped in front of her, putting his hands on her shoulders to make her look at him.

cause i love people i don’t like

and i hate every song i write

“you have me.”

“thanks elliot, but i’m not sure how much i fully believe that.” a tear rolled down her cheek and she let out a dry laugh, shoving him with her shoulder as she walked past him.

once she made it to the road, she glanced over to see multiple faces watching her in the window. closing her eyes, she tried to drone out all of the craziness that was piling up in her head.

“so what, you’re just gonna leave?”

“yup.”

elliot followed her down the street, a few moments passing before he spoke again. “you’re gonna leave—just not even pack anything or get a plan?”

y/n chuckled in reply, elliot a foot behind her and following her every move.

“just gonna run away from your problems, huh? how has that worked for you?”

“it worked pretty well until i met you.” she stated, her expression blank, not that elliot could see it anyway. she couldn’t see his reaction either, so she was oblivious to the way his face fell and heart broke at her words.

“what about the music?”

fed up, y/n turned around. “what about it?” she snapped.

“you’re just gonna leave it?”

“elliot, my songs are fucking garbage and it was stupid of us to even think that we could do something with it. all of my chances of succeeding in anything in my future, including a diploma, is out the window. i’m done.” she shrugged, turning back around and walking.

and i’m not cool

and i’m not smart

and i can’t even parallel park

“i have nothing going for me, elliot. my reputation is ruined and no one is gonna wanna be my friend after this, i’ve destroyed every relationship. i’m failing physics and i’m not fucking smart enough for honors history. i can’t pass my permit because i hit the goddamn gas too hard and can’t parallel park without spending hours trying to do it—“

“so what?!” he waved his arms up, noticing the girls feet stop walking and he stopped as well. he waited for her to turn to face him, and she did. her makeup was smudged and her eyes looked lost. everything about her was like a nightmare taking form in front of his eyes, and yet she was still gorgeous to him.

but god, did he hate seeing her like this.

“you don’t need to keep running anymore, y/n.”

“you sure about that?”

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FLASHBACK SIX MONTHS

she made her way back to her place, after running multiple blocks and almost twisting her ankle— she was thankful that the courthouse was nearby her house. her plan was to pack up as much shit as possible and take it with her to a bus stop. what would happen after that? she had no idea. all she knew was that she was done with everything and refused to live another day of this life.

the only flaw in her plan was that she didn’t expect her parents to be there, standing on the porch, waiting for her. she assumed that they’d drive around some more in hopes of finding her and talking her out of whatever y/n was planning.

“fuck.” she swore under her breath, turning to run when her dads voice stopped her. she silently thanked him for speaking up, knowing that her legs were too sore to stand, let alone keep running.

got a broken ego broken heart

“y/n!”

“what?!” she whimpered, wanting the day to just end already.

“it’s gonna be okay. you aren’t gonna be staying here.” her dads words caught her off guard, and she looked over at her moms reaction to see if it was some kind of joke but her mother just nodded.

“what do you mean?” she looked at her mother, watching her adjust her blouse before walking down the steps towards her.

“remember your cousin jules?”

god i don’t even know where to start

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huhniebowl · 7 months

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Miss Me?

dominic fike x reader

warnings: nonee

a/n:...hey yall. IM BACK! i missed u pookey🥹.

i'm so sorry for my absence, i missed writing so much, but most of all i missed talking & interacting with u all. second to last year at uni is just really kicking my ass as of late. i've also had insane writer's block, and still do. my confidence as a writer has been at an all-time low, so i hope this short blurb does justice for u! ♥️

i finally have a bit of a breather, so i'm going to work my ass off on requests & hopefully gain my confidence back in the midst of it all.

i love u guys so so much, please enjoy! feels good to be back. :)

Thunder crackles outside, rain pelting against the windows in your room. You have a candle lit on your nightstand, next to your lamp that helps emit a warm glow to the room. It’s nights like these that feel content.

They feel safe. A steaming cup of hot cocoa, an oversized jumper, and a good book. Legs tucked to the side under your comforter.

You’re only missing one thing.

You just about hit the part you’ve been waiting for in your book when you hear shuffling outside the room, and then the door creaking open. Just on time.

Dominic.

He had locked himself in his in-home studio, two doors down from the bedroom. Despite his album drop in the summer, it’s October now and he’s already working towards his third. You admire his dedication and love for his craft, really you do, but he looks tired.

Between the take-off of his acting career, touring, and his new album, he’s consistently on the go. You push your reading glasses up and softly smile at him.

“Hey, how’s it coming along?” Dom shrugs, closing the door behind him and pulling his hoodie overhead, throwing it on the floor. He smoothes down his band tee and wordlessly climbs into bed with you. He moves in close, swipes your book from your hands, and lightly tosses it on his nightstand.

You grin, and open your arms wide when he maneuvers himself on top of you. You untuck your legs and spread them out to accommodate him. He lays between them, his cheek pressed snuggly against the space where your neck and shoulder meet. He lets out a breath and you feel his body melt against yours.

“Missed you.” He mumbles, peppering kisses on your shoulder, then he moves up to your face. You laugh, his curls falling forward around his face and tickling your cheeks. You bring your arms around his neck, fingertips dipping under his shirt to run along the top of his back, before skimming them over the nape of his neck.

“I’d miss me too if I locked myself in a room for.” You glance over at the wall clock, it's 1 a.m.

“8 hours!? Jesus, Dom.” Dominic drops face-first onto your chest and curls up into you. One arm wrapped around your stomach, the other lying next to you.

“That’s like a regular workday.” He counters, and you roll your eyes, reaching for the remote to turn on the TV for some background noise.

It causes you to unwrap your arms from around him. You’re just barely able to click on a random episode of some adult cartoon before Dominic lets out a noise of protest.

“No.” He mumbles.

“It hasn’t even been 15 seconds.” You roll your eyes, but nonetheless, you put the remote on your nightstand, click off the lamp, and scoop your boyfriend back into your arms. He says something sarcastic and witty into your shirt, but you don’t have in yourself tonight to rile him up. So you bring a hand up to his hair and rake your nails along his scalp.

Having Dom this close feels surreal, despite it being years since you began dating. The steady beat of his heart against you. The sigh of contentment he lets go of when you hold him closer and squeeze. Even the grounding grip of his hand laced around yours has you slipping away.

He holds on to you as if you’d slip away from him. Like you’d leave him given the opportunity. That theory’s proved right when you lightly shift down to get yourself more comfortable and on instinct, his hold on you tightens.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.” You whisper, kissing his forehead. He hums, moving in closer. He’s so close you can feel his eyelashes wisp against your skin. It reminds you of a fairy. Delicate and soft.

“Did you miss me today?” You remove your reading glasses and place them next to your cup.

“I always miss you.” You start, rubbing a hand down his back.

“How much?”

“I missed you as much as I miss Abbott Elementry.” You feel him laugh, and shift so he can look up at you.

“You know you’re probably never getting a season 3 right?” You roll your eyes, push his head back down, and purposely tug a little hard at a curl on the nape of his neck.

“Fuck you.” He whines, flinching at the pull. You giggle, quickly smoothing your hand over where you pulled. It goes silent after that.

Rick and Morty fills up the silence.

You start to believe that Dom has fallen asleep, but when you glance down, you see him staring at the rain hitting the window. There’s a faraway look in his eyes, you can almost see the cogs working in his head.

“Are you happy with me?” He suddenly whispers, and it’s then you understand his silence. You do everything in your power to always make sure Dom knows how much you love him. How much he makes you happy. How much he makes you smile and makes your life feel like it’s worth living.

Though, no matter how clear you make that, there are still those days when Dom gets in his head. Where his usual rationality, seems to diminish. But you’re always there. Ready to take it all away.

“Hey.” You start, and the pad of your thumb rubs over his cheekbone. “I honestly don’t think there’s a word I can use that could describe how happy you make me. How safe and content I feel just knowing that I get to come home to you.”

Dominic shuffles, and you feel his eyelashes flutter closed against your thumb. “I’m more than happy with you. And believe me, when I say, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” Dom deeply inhales, then breathes out. His hand squeezes yours, and you feel a kiss being placed on your chest, then your collarbone. One under your chin, then behind your ear. The top of your cheek, the corner of your eye, and finally, he presses a lingering kiss on your lips.

You press the palm of your hand on the side of his face and push him deeper into you. Kissing him with an intensity you hope says a thousand words.

He pulls away first and rests his forehead against yours. He’s silent for a moment, the both of you trying to catch your breaths. You see the side of his top lip quirk up, and he pulls back from your face.

“Maybe you’ll get your season three after all. I’ll make a few calls tomorrow.” You laugh out. It’s loud and comes straight from your belly. You mush his face to the side when he starts laughing with you.

“Oh, fuck you.”

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Top 10 Albums of 2023!

This was all supposed to work out differently. As i recall from the now long distant past, my original plan was to do a countdown where i put up one post a day throughout December. However, I got Covid on December 1st and that plan immediately became lame and useless. After that, my assumption was basically that i wouldn't be able to do any of this, but i got better more quickly than i'd anticipated and found myself working on these reviews in bits as the month has gone on. So, having rushed through all the the song blurbs that i wanted to do, here i am on New Year's Eve with a more or less finished Top 10 albums to put up.

The only problem is that there are ten quite lengthy reviews here and the vibe is already pretty tl:dr. But tbh that's fine: there really is only my girlfriend who ever reads everything (and i believe her, trust is what love is all about after all) so for anyone looking at this and thinking blimey, that's a lot of text, my advice is: you don't have to read any of it. Just look at the albums, scan thru to see if it sounds like something you might like and give one or two of them a listen if that looks like the case. The words are really just to keep me occupied but i'd like to hope that someone likes some of the records.

I said yesterday that i would reveal what the best one is and so I am now delivering on that important promise. The best one is Scarlet by Doja Cat. Anyone who follows me on whatever platform already knows that the best one is Scarlet by Doja Cat. Don't make me say it again.

Barbie - The Album

Few people have seemed much interested in the Barbie soundtrack, other than the punters who kept it atop the compilations chart for four months. I, as ever, channel the spirit of the populous. The sound is basically 80s synth pop updated for a modern audience - the likes of Haim and Ava Max slot in predictably well - but its the extra dimensions created by how the artists interact with the film that provide some of its more interesting aspects. Sam Smith’s Man I Am reflects a surprisingly LGBTQ Ken despite protestations (certainly its "I'm not gay bro, but..." T-shirt is prompting a lot of questions already answered by the shirt), while Billie Eilish dwelling on life as a manufactured product makes for interesting and uncomfortable parallels in What Was I Made For. Mark Ronson’s plasticky production suits its subject to a tee, further cementing the conceptual unity of the project.

Star turns abound throughout the album as A-listers like Dua Lipa and Lizzo bring their best games alongside some terrific and unlikely downcard cameos. What Was I Made For? and Dance The Night were both deserved #1s, but the pacey pop punk of GAYLE’s Butterflies and Dominic Fike’s breezy, hook laden Hey Blondie are as much highlights as any of the bigger names here. Special mention should be made for Ryan Gosling’s I’m Just Ken, a blockbuster 70s rock number that, whilst puncturing the wider stylistic template, is batshit and hilarious enough to more than justify its place as well as netting him a surprise hit too. The quality lapses once or twice (Tame Impala in particular are bloody awful) but by the time Ava fires the final laser I’m generally happy to go back and start all over again. With banger after banger here, my verdict is in: the Barbie soundtrack is *Charli voice* HOT!

Claire Rosinkranz - Just Because

While this has been a year that I’ve gotten more fully into pop, it took a while for me to find many new albums that I’ve been interested in. This may partly be to do with me clinging to an idea that LPs ought to be substantial beyond having good hooks and charm. In truth, all I needed to do was revert to my indiepop training, where bands have never knowingly been fussed about having any great weightiness. But even so, it took Just Because to make it clear to me that no, you really don’t need any grand vision at all: a high number of great if frothy pop songs will do just fine. It’s a record which bounces from banger to banger in an endearingly sunny style, with each tune so catchy that their lightness becomes a strength rather than a weakness.

Rosinkranz’s voice seems to mark her out as one of the many Billie clones who populate the current pop scene but her musical ambitions are both simpler and more instantly engaging. Not yet 20, her songs have an element of schoolyard whispers which add a welcome silliness here and there, but she also plays with the intensity of youthful emotions to make them a little heartrending even as she goofs off. Highlights include Dreamer, a break up song where the vocal makes it clear that she’s far from as done as she says she is, and Wes Anderson, which offers some sombre advice but packages it in a song so sweet that you’d never know. But in spite of all this it makes no end of year lists (well, maybe just the one), being merely a lovable set of songs that are very hard to forget. Need it be more? I don't believe so.

Doja Cat - Scarlet

Mired in discourse throughout the year, Doja Cat still found time to make a chart topping single (Paint The Town Red) that took the world by storm and a cracking album which, sadly, did not. Scarlet was in my opinion the better of the two: largely ditching the afrobeat pop of Planet Her, Doja staked her claim as an old skool rapper and brought it off pretty well, mixing hard rhyming with her more scattershot pop delivery and sounding entirely comfortable wherever she landed. While flitting musically between modern RnB and neo-soul grooves, her subject matter was largely taken up by how much she hated her fans, a bold strategy that found her shedding support even as blistering tracks like Fuck The Girls shaped up as some of my favourites of the year.

Whilst I’ve found myself uncomfortable with both the company that she keeps and the views which she may or may not subscribe to (i feel safe in saying that she's a right wing edgelord but i suspect that’s the least of it), Scarlet is such a good album that I’ve found myself, if not making excuses for her, then at least deftly navigating around my distaste in order to keep listening to it. While Agora Hills often reminded me how serious she is about her scumbag of a boyfriend, it’s still a song that can submerge me in its beauty entirely; while some of the complaints from her online audience are less easily dismissed than others, it’s more comfortable just to think about the morons calling her a devil worshiper, especially when she mocks them so wickedly on the elegant Skull And Bones. Am I the problem? Maybe I am: it’s a place I often find myself in with hip hop, where faves are frequently problematic and exceptions beg to be made. As such, I can not wholeheartedly recommend this record to people who might want to take a principled stand against some of her bullshit. I can only say that, as a musical talent, there was no one better all year.

Lana Del Rey - Did You Know That There’s a Tunnel Under Ocean Boulevard?

After 2021’s fairly middling brace of albums, Did You Know That There’s A Tunnel Under Ocean Blvd always felt like it was going to be a return to form and this time the faithful were not disappointed. It was another epic and sprawling record which unfolded like a cross between The Bible and a 50s musical. While changeable in style, ranging from hammy country ballads to trap beats and beyond, the thing that springs to mind most often is the Great American Songbook, as Lana takes the melodramatic grandeur of those standards and soaks them in her own messy and complicated worldview. This draws in family, romance, the future, her relationship with religion and how it all scrappily fits together, ranging widely and wildly across 75 extraordinary minutes.

Much of the album feels like it’s being broadcast from a kind of dreamworld, although one that overlays with reality neatly enough. Lana’s dismissive “if you want some basic bitch go to the Beverly Centre and find her” line undercuts the mood on the otherwise lush and evocative Sweet but the impact is hilarious rather than jarring, a perfect marriage of the strange and mundane. In contrast, the brooding A&W initially brings that realism to a far more uncomfortable level, before goofing off wonderfully in the second half in a way that only Lana ever really dares to do. Much of the record feels like it's creating its own language, as key phrases (“let the light in”, “when you know, you know”) are repeated and musical themes come back around in strange modulations. All in all, while perhaps less satisfying as a pop record than Norman Fucking Rockwell, Did You Know… feels like her most complete statement on a personal level yet, whilst still working well within the broader world that she’s spent over a decade constructing.

Mitski - The Land Is Inhospitable And So Are We

Despite liking the odd song or two, I have until now been largely immune to Mitski over the full length of an album. But The Land Is Inhospitable And So Are We has a much more organic sound than I’m used to hearing from her, well adrift from the polished guitar rock of her big 10s records. Instead, it takes many of its cues from classic folk and country, occasionally lush and expansive, often determinedly sombre but always at a distance from the areas where she’s generally been at home. Opener Bug Like An Angel is a brooding scene setter, where Mitski unveils the terse and grumpy presence we will grow familiar with over the next half hour. The main elements of the album are already in place - the spare instrumentation; Mitski’s extraordinary voice, hard and intransigent but still full of yearning; the occasional, overwhelming interjections from the wings. It all creates a distinctive atmosphere, extremely intense but intimate too: we’re allowed into Mitski’s world but there’s a lot to take in.

Lyrically, the songs are both heavily allusive and extremely personal, like hearing ancient parables told by the characters from the story. Surprise hit My Love Mine All Mine seems to sit apart as a relatively standard love song but a closer listen reveals deeper layers; the placing of her love as something independent from its object makes it feel more of a piece with the album’s other enigmas. At a time where Mitski seemed to be cooling on being a rock star, The Land Is Inhospitable adds a new twist to her long musical journey, seemingly presenting a more intimate portrait while in fact retaining most of her essential mystery. As an album, it really is quite something: what that is I’m less certain of but I like it regardless.

Olivia Rodrigo - Guts

Tho I wouldn't have called myself a hater (I don’t think I would have been bothered enough), I don't really like Olivia’s all conquering debut Sour, which I thought a bit too one-note and overpopulated with slushy ballads. But by the time Guts came around I was open to listening again, drawn in by its excellent singles and primed for a different experience. Vampire, the best of them and more or less of this year, was a fantastic example of taking something that Olivia is clearly very accomplished at (the grand piano lament) and then, rather than running that into the ground, instead using it as a springboard for an entirely different idea. Get Him Back and Bad Idea Right hark back to earlier guitar based tracks like Brutal, but on Guts they form a much more substantive part of the album, cementing its brand of addictive pop grunge and working up a much goofier version of her messy teen persona.

Elsewhere, the ballads did in fact return. Some have speculated that this may have been a bad idea (right?) but for me they’ve been growers, particularly the likes of Lacy and The Grudge, where Olivia explores the bitterness of youth and uses it to tear holes in the people who’ve wronged her. But if I’m honest, it’s the rockers that I’m usually waiting for: whether the new wave pastiche of Love Is Embarrassing or autumnal Cure homage Pretty Isn’t Pretty, each one feels like a mini-revelation and it’s the style that I hope she leans on most in the future.

Palehound - Eye On The Bat

Palehound have been around for a while now and every so often I’ve given their records a try and haven't really managed to connect with them properly. Eye on the Bat has been the first exception, though whether that's because it’s any better than the others or I just made more of an effort with it I don’t know. Its template is certainly well worn in the indie world - country rock with varying degrees of aggression or melodic sweetness - but there’s still a lot here that grabs my attention, especially in the charming indie pop of the title track and the heart-rending melancholy of Route 22.

But the thing that caught my ear the most was Ellen Kempner’s disarming honesty, with much of the album spent documenting what sounds like a deeply messy break up. Whether she’s bitterly picking through the fall out on Independence Day or remembering some hilariously embarrassing bedroom scene on opener Good Sex, Eye On The Bat's almost diaristic view is mesmerising throughout, making you warm to Kempner even as she works thru some of her own worst traits. And aside from anything else, her understanding of relationships underlines her strengths as a lyricist, as she dissects their complexities with wit, sympathy and occasional anger to capture all the stuff that transcends whatever we were hoping for in the first place.

Poppy - Zig

After the wild ride that commenced with 2020’s extraordinary pop/metal mash up I Disagree, Poppy has journeyed thru indie rock, goth and punk to wind up back where she started, only not quite. Zig may represent a return to pop - indeed it’s produced by Weeknd affiliate Ali Payami - but it’s one that’s filtered thru all of the places she stopped off along the way.

The crepuscular grind of Church Outfit and Knockoff sound like more danceable versions of the I Disagree sound, while the crunching title track suggests that she can still go as hard as ever. But there are nods to a lighter side here as well, particularly in the strong trio that wind up the album: The Attic recasts her sound in a euphoric drum n bass clatter whilst closer Prove It kicks up a remarkable blend of manic hyperpop and gentle electro-balladry, whilst still working in the rich emotional palette that she’s developed in recent years.

In one sense this is a huge departure from the frenetic punk of last year’s Stagger EP but the vibes here stake out territory that you’d still find oddly familiar. Some of the gothy ballads are less immediate than other songs but nothing on Zig is boring, just varying refinements on her ever evolving musical journey. The critics were split, occasionally rattled and sometimes just plain baffled, but that’s only to be expected by now. Poppy follows her own plan and rarely sticks to the same tune: in truth it’s a privilege just to be a witness to the chaos.

Sweeping Promises - Good Living Is Coming For You

One thing that I find missing in a lot of modern guitar based music is snappy songs with good catchy hooks. While Sweeping Promises appear to place their focus elsewhere - their high concept sound is best understood as someone broadcasting direct from 1979 through a wristwatch speaker - their second album still finds time to deliver fully on the tunes. Good Living Is Coming To You is steeped in bubblegum melodies and memorable choruses, with songs that become earworms before you’ve even registered how catchy they are.

More than anything, it's dominated by Lira Mondal’s imperious vocals: whether it’s in the cascading harmonies of Throw Of The Dice, the fierce yells and hisses that close out the title track or her sweet voiced switch-outs on Ideal No, her character springs out of every song in a way that few singers ever really manage to impose. While you might think that the post punk era has been mined to death by now, Sweeping Promises drag new life into it by going back further: their sound may be heavily rooted in a specific moment but the elements of songcraft often have more in common with 60s girl group classics than gnarled art rockers. Ten bangers and no filler: Good Living Is Coming For You is everything I wanted from it and more.

Wednesday - Rat Saw God

While the queasy vibes of 2021’s Twin Plagues are still high in the mix here, it was the welcome injection of melody on Wednesday's third album that managed to alert the media. That lightness was more apparent in Karly Hartzman's lyrics than you might notice on a passing listen too: though often praised for her grimly amusing takes on middle American backwaters, the key to them was her deceptively soft touch, casting a sympathetic eye over grisly scenes even as she retained their gnarlier undertones.

Single Chosen To Deserve, with its crunching chorus and heartwarming romantic turnaround, feels like the designated big moment from the record but in reality Rat Saw God has an embarrassment of riches. Quarry in particular, with its Waterloo Sunset-esque signature and matter-of-fact dissection of grim local gossip, is an almost pop version of the most haunting aspects of Hartzman's craft, while the washed out bounce of closer TV in the Gas Pump pitches a lonelier scene in a similarly gorgeous manner.

This is not to forget that Wedneday can still rock extremely hard when they want to, especially on the brutal 8 minute Bull Believer, an ambitious multipart epic that ends with Hartzman screaming “FINISH HIM!!!” repeatedly over the chaotic finale. But while Rat Saw God brought this kind of sawtoothed sound back to widespread acclaim, its real trick was how it sugared the pill just enough to get it past even the most determinedly sweet tooth.

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Studyblr Introduction

Hi!!! I go by Skippy this is mostly going to be an accountability account I want to get better at staying on top of task and making sure I’m getting actual school work done.

I’ve never done one of these before but I see a lot of people add facts so I’ll do that 👍🏼

Basics

I’m 19

Undergraduate in Public Health

East Coast

She/Her

Taking 4 Classes

Music

I listen to a lot of mainstream stuff; Taylor Swift, Mitski, Beyoncé, Victoria Monet, Drake, Dominic Fike, Brent Faiyaz. (I went to the Eras Tour this year and it was my first concert ever)

I’m also into Midwestern emo and a lot of sad music bands just random little ones like Mom Jeans is really good

Books

I’ve been in a reading slump lately but I’m currently reading “Walk the Vanished Earth” by Erin Swan it’s really good highly recommend.

Also have been reading “Cats Cradle” by Kurt Vonnegut but I’ve been reading it for a bout a year never really get around to finishing it just sounds cool to say

Hobbies

Don’t really do much lol. I go to college in the middle of nowhere but I’m originally from a big city so a lot of the stuff I like to do doesn’t really translate that well here. But I’m into going to museums, walking around mostly. Trying new foods I love a good restaurant I’ve never been too.

But yeah sorry this is kind of a blurb it’s my first post and I’m also just typing it on my phone lol. But yeah hopefully having this account will help me out a bit.

happy learning to anyone who finds this :)

PS: any tips on how to make future blogs “look cool” would be great.

#college studyblr #student #study blog #college life #college

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ifeeltoofuckingmuch · 4 months

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Masterlist

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Dominic fike:

Can I stay over?

Nsfw Alphabet

Sing about that next time

Dating headcanons

Nsfw headcanons

Having a baby with Dom (sfw)

Another girl to you

Surprise

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The Hunger Games:

Coriolanus snow:

Gentle touches (smut)

Finnick Odair:

Nsfw Alphabet

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Djats:

get some rest - billy x Camila

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Blurbs:

Soft!kai(Anderson)

Jpm aftercare

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RULES

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#masterlist #thg finnick #thg series #thg #tom blyth #djats #dominic fike

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dwntwn-strnlo · 8 months

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ASK carving pumpkins with dominic ( anonymous )

★ blurb!

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"hey are you almost done with that spoon?" you ask, looking up from your pumpkin. your struggling to get the guts out with your small plastic scooper, and think dominics would help.

of course, he had to have the biggest pumpkin in the patch, so the table is covered in newspapers and seeds. the orange substances seeping into the older paper. threatening to drip onto your dining table.

his eyes are furrowed as he concentrates on the pumpkin. "uh," he mumbles, ripping a good chunk of the seeds out, trailing off his words and forgetting to respond.

you giggle lightly. "dom?"

he looks up from the pumpkin, meeting your eyes from across the table. "yes?"

"can i borrow your spoon?" you smile, pointing at his orange stained hands. "this scoop thing-y isn't very helpful."

with a slight nod, he hums. "yeah just a second."

you go back down to your pumpkin. wiping your hands off on a rag, and pulling out your phone to try and find an idea for how your going to carve the giant vegetable. once you find your reference, you look back up to dominic. whom still scrapes at the inside of the pumpkin.

"dom," you trail. "you done?

he narrows his eyes at you, picking up a handful of pumpkin guts and playfully threatening to toss them at you. "be patient." he smiles.

"don't threaten me," you giggle, picking up a few seeds and chucking them at dominic.

a loud, dramatic gasp escapes his lips as he throws what was in his hand at you. hitting you right on the shoulder.

you laugh, picking up more seeds and throwing them, splatting on his face.

"oh its on!" he teases, throwing more at you.

basically melting into a fit of laughter, you smile at him, "okay okay!" your words are breathy as you try to refill your lungs with air. "i won't ask again!"

with a playful grin he hands you the spoon. "here, you can have it love." he laughs, leaning over the table to wipe off the seeds from your shoulder. pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before sitting back down.

#ask #dominic fike #blurb #dominic fike blurb #dominic fike x you #dominic fike x reader

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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♥️ Celebrity Masterlist ♥️

This is a compilation of all of the pieces that I write about the celebrities of Hollywood! Take a look at my Character List in my Masterpost which is pinned to get a good idea of which celebrities I write for since I only write for a few.

This is a mix of headcannons, oneshots and blurbs :)

Zendaya:

Subtle:

Summary/Request: "Hello! Would you mind doing how Zendaya would react to other celebrities/artists flirting with an oblivious reader online? Male Reader if you're comfortable with that, but if not, gender neutral is fine! :)"

Rise and Shine:

Summary/Request: "zendaya/mj fluff please?"

Moving In:

Summary/Request: "Hello, can you do a headcanon of move in with Zendaya?"

Dating Zendaya:

Summary/Request: "Hi! can you write headcanons about zendaya x fem reader dating?"

Zendaya Fluff Alphabet

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

Dominic Fike:

Interview:

Summary/Request: "hey this is a dominic request! can you do one where an interviewer says something offensive to u and dominic stand up for u and it goes viral"

Our Time:

Summary/Request: "can u write dominic fine smut pls"

Bustling:

Summary/Request: "could you do a fluff blurb for dominic like whatever you want just really sweet stuff lol"

Compared:

Summary/Request: "idk if this makes sense but could you do a dominic imagine where the reader is getting compared to his ex (could use diana or just a random name) and he stands up for her like she sees comments on her instagram or smth idk lol"

Not Feeling It:

Summary/Request: "Can I request where the reader is comforting Dominic when he’s sad?"

The Look:

Summary/Request: "reader and dominic are together in an interview and he looks like that and she gives him that “look” and there’s tension and then when the show is over he pleasures her on the car ride home"

Need You:

Summary/Request: "imagine thigh riding dominic i would die to read that"

All About You:

Summary/Request: "dominic fluff please? Like i’m fine with anything I just want like gut wrenching, tooth rotting fluff"

Sing A Song:

Summary/Request: "could u do a dominic fluff where they write a song together? like the reader is also a singer and just cute moments of the process of them writing a song 🥺"

Back Together:

Summary/Request: "Can you do one where dominic and the reader have a kid together but they aren’t together anymore and then they realized they want to get back together"

Dating:

Summary/Request: "could you do a dominic blurb where the reader is like a youtuber as she films like her going to his concerts but their relationship is lowkey private so he just makes small cute appearances in her videos

Dominic Fike Fluff Alphabet

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

Timothee Chalamet:

Sick:

Summary/Request: Timothee Chalamet x Reader- "i’m all over the place but i’m the one with the Timothee Chalamet fic. Maybe sick timmy, and the reader just takes care of him and it’s all fluff…"

Life Is a Nightmare:

Summary/Request: Timothee Chalamet x Reader- "So after the oscars and Timmy's look i had an idea of either of him or his s/o having and nightmare and its all fluff <3 thanks have a great day"

Paps:

Summary/Request: Timothee Chalamet x Reader- "Idk after seeing timmy at the oscar’s ima need a timmy fic… maybe protective timmy when the paparazzi or people get too close and touchy, really whatever you want but i need to feed my timmy addiction lmao… he rocked!"

Chaotic:

Summary/Request: "How about a fic in which Timothee and the reader are dating and are co stars in a movie. They go on an interview but every interview with them is chaotic af because they cant be serious most of the time. Bonus points if the movie was Dune and Zendaya joins them on their goof offs <3"

Jealous More Often:

Summary/Request: "Jealous smut - Timothée Chalamet ❣️"

#zendaya #zendaya x reader #dominic fike #dominic fike x reader #timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader

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