#i don't have much time looking for artists and new songs anymore but i still add to it from time to time
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Ok, here's the playlist. It's not organized so all the genres are mixed together. Instrumental, rock, indie, pop, rap, lo-fi beats, traditional, modern, there's even one metal song (with a female vocalist!). Most of them are covers of folk songs but some are completely original. Enjoy <3
#armenian music#shut up april#i don't have much time looking for artists and new songs anymore but i still add to it from time to time
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skinny dipping
ellie williams one-shot
pairing: ellie x reader
synopsis: it's a wednesday and you go to a coffee shop. you hear the barista call a name: ellie. your ex-girlfriend. after some nonsensical chatter, she asks to catch up. have you both changed or are you still those scared little kids?
content warnings: modern au, ex-girlfriend!ellie, also ex-best friend!ellie, also artist!ellie, also a bit of mean!ellie, ellie and reader are in their mid-20s, cursing, verbal arguments, kind of angst, mention of character death, ellie and reader break-up, non-sexual nudity, minors don't interact
word count: 6.1k
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based on the sabrina carpenter song “skinny dipping”
It’s 8:47 on a Wednesday morning. You’d gotten an early start to your morning and figured you could treat yourself to a cup of coffee. Since you work just around the corner from the coffee place and had a few minutes to spare, you were at your leisure.
You stand to the side from where the pick-up counter was, patiently waiting for your name and order to be called out. Scrolling through your phone absent-mindedly, your ears suddenly perk up when one of the baristas calls out, “Oat milk latte for, uhhh… Ellie?”
There’s no chance that it’s actually her.
But it is.
You look up from your phone to see a flash of auburn hair. The barista places the oat milk latte on the counter to be picked up by a woman in a simple black t-shirt tucked into dark grey jeans and wearing a pair of old, black Converse.
The woman mutters a thanks to the barista before turning around to suddenly meet your stunned gaze. Her green eyes mirror the expression on yours.
“Hi.” Your ex-girlfriend suddenly blurts out.
“Hi, E-Ellie.” You blurt out right back.
The sounds of chatter from other patrons and chairs scraping and the cha-ching of the register are all drowned out suddenly as you’re both being pulled into a bubble.
“Then go, Ellie! Just fucking go!” You screamed.
“The fuck does it look like I’m doing, huh?” Ellie yelled back, throwing up her hands in frustration before going back to stuffing her belongings from her desk into her backpack.
“Running away, like you always do!” You responded angrily. “You’re a fucking coward!”
“Uh, huh, sure.” She scoffed, keeping her back turned to you as she zips up her backpack.
“Just go back to your fancy fucking college with all your fancy new friends and go ahead and make your pretentious art and forget about all of this!” You said, tears uncontrollably streaming down your face.
“Yeah, maybe I will!” Ellie retorted, whipping around to look at you.
“Fine.” You sneered.
“Fine!” She replied.
You glared at each other, her angry green eyes meeting yours.
After a moment of loaded silence, you sniffled, wiped your nose on your sleeve, and shook your head.
“Well, you can go ahead and forget about me too, then.” You professed, making your way to storm past her and out of the garage.
Before you reached the doorknob, you felt Ellie’s hand suddenly grab your wrist.
“Wait,” She said, voice a little softer.
You kept your eyes focused on the door, knowing that if they met hers once again, you’d beg for forgiveness that you didn’t need to receive from her.
“Don’t.” You said firmly. You attempted to shake her off, but her grip stayed secure.
“Let’s just—let’s talk about this.” She said with an attempt at rationality in her voice.
“I’ve been here the whole time to talk. There’s no point in it anymore. Now let go of me.”
“Baby—”
“I’m not your fucking baby, Ellie!” You suddenly yelled, relenting to turn around and say this directly to her face. Her eyes were welling up with tears.
“Please, I love you.” Ellie pleaded.
You scoffed.
“No, you fucking don’t.” You proclaimed.
You shook off Ellie’s hand from your wrist once you felt her grip loosen. You yanked the door open and ran into the night.
The flooding of memories is put to a stop when you hear the barista call out your name and order. You jump and so does Ellie.
Awkwardly, you break the eye contact to walk to the pick-up counter right next to her, reaching out to grab your drink.
You pull the coffee cup to your chest, as if the heat could radiate comfort through your body. Something within you summons a sliver of courage, so you decide to break the silence and dared look her right in those ocean-green eyes again.
“How are you?” You mutter, so quiet that you weren’t sure if she heard you. But you were both so close to each other that you swore you could hear her heartbeat.
“I’m…I’m good.” She mutters right back.
Ellie surprises you with a tiny smile. You return it with a bashful one of your own.
“Good.” You say. “I—I didn’t know you were back in town.”
“Yeah, actually I—” Ellie hesitates for a second. “I moved back last month.”
“Oh.” You say, shocked. “Oh, wow. I didn’t know that.”
“Yeah, it was–it was a little sudden. But I’m here.”
“Right.” You reply, taking a nervous sip of your coffee.
“Umm, so…how’s your family?” She asks.
“Oh, they’re…they’re the same.”
“That’s good. How’s your sister Kiko?”
You smile, touched that Ellie remembered your little sister. You’re reminded of how close she was with her, how much your little sister looked up to Ellie.
“Oh, Kiko’s…Kiko. As always.” You say. Ellie smiles.
“How old is she now?”
“Turning 19 this month. She just graduated.”
“Oh, wow. That’s amazing. I feel like she was just 5 years old, like, yesterday.”
“I know, it’s so crazy. She’s actually taller than me now.”
“My little dude, taller than you? That can’t be true.”
“Surreal, right?”
“That looks awesome, little dude.” Ellie said.
“Really?” Your little sister Kiko beamed.
“Yeah! You’ve got talent, kid.”
You walked into your bedroom, holding a glass of lemonade in one hand.
“What are you doing in here, Kiko?” You questioned, seeing your sister sitting next to Ellie on your bed with her sketchbook open on Ellie’s lap.
“I was showing Ellie some of my drawings!” Your sister piped.
“Oh, yeah?” You said, coming over to sit on Kiko’s other side. You handed Ellie the glass, to which she uttered a quiet thanks.
“Check it out,” Kiko said, pulling her sketchbook closer to you. “This one is a picture of an apatosaurus eating a leaf.”
She pointed at a charcoal drawing of a long-necked dinosaur eating from a tree. She flipped the page and pointed at a sketch of a girl who looked roughly the same age as her.
“This is my friend Peni. I drew it while we were eating lunch the other day, but she said I made her eyes too big.”
“And I told her to punch Peni for that when she sees her at school on Monday.” Ellie said.
“Ellie!” You exclaimed, reaching behind Kiko to smack Ellie’s arm. Ellie cackled.
“She deserves it! Her drawing’s perfect!” Ellie said.
“Okay, but don’t tell my little sister to resort to violence!” You complained.
“I think more people should be resorting to violence.” Ellie shrugged.
“Oh my god.” You rolled your eyes.
“Whatever,” Ellie laughed again. “Show us more, little dude.”
Your sister enthusiastically flipped through more pages of her sketchbook, describing each of her drawings. You and Ellie listened happily and attentively, Ellie occasionally taking sips of her lemonade.
“Oh, and this is you guys!” Kiko suddenly exclaimed. She pointed at a half-finished pencil drawing of you and Ellie.
Your eyes widened and Ellie choked on her lemonade.
You and Ellie were laying down together on your living room couch, fast asleep. One of Ellie’s arms served as a pillow for your head while the other embraced your hip to pull you closer. Your head was nuzzled in Ellie’s neck, arms wrapped around Ellie’s waist. You were both covered with a throw blanket, and you could catch a glimpse of your feet intertwined with Ellie’s at the end of the couch. Though just a sketch, you could tell that you were both in deep, unencumbered sleep.
You weren’t sure when it was that Kiko drew this because you and Ellie had fallen asleep with each other countless times. It wasn’t rare for you two to cuddle either; you’d been best friends for a while now and you were very physically comfortable with each other. But something about the way Kiko captured this intimacy on paper felt further than that. It awakened something dormant in you, something you didn’t realize was there in the first place.
Neither you nor Ellie seemed to know what to say. You both stared at the sketchbook dumbfounded, Ellie not realizing that she had some lemonade dribbling down her chin. Luckily, Kiko didn’t seem to notice the sudden tension in the air.
“Oh! Hang on, I have to grab my other sketchbook! I’ve got a couple more dinosaur drawings I wanna show you, Ellie!”
Your sister jumped up and bounded out of your bedroom, leaving her sketchbook in between you and Ellie.
You continued to stare at your sister’s sketch. Even if you were five years older than her, Kiko was far more artistically talented than you at just the age of 12.
Your fingers reached out to lightly brush across Ellie’s and your etched faces, but they were suddenly met with Ellie’s own fingers, who had the same idea. You both quickly retracted your hands after accidentally zapping each other as your skin touched hers.
“Shit, sorry.” Ellie said, breaking the silence.
“Oh, it’s okay.” You whispered. You tore your eyes away from the drawing to stare at your legs dangling from the bed.
“That Kiko is a… pretty funny kid, huh?” Ellie said, laughing nervously.
“Right,” You said. “Well, Kiko is Kiko.”
“She really is.”
An awkward silence continued to loom over you two, neither knowing how to break it. This was unchartered territory for you. You usually felt so at ease with your best friend, but something suddenly shifted. And you weren’t sure what it was.
You eventually looked up at Ellie, who was twiddling her fingers. You noticed her chin still dripping slightly with lemonade. You giggled as Ellie met your eyes.
“What?” She asked.
“What is the matter with you?” You laughed, getting up and walking towards your desk.
“What!” Ellie repeated.
“You’ve got lemonade on your chin, dummy.” You said, grabbing a kleenex from a tissue box.
“Oh,” Ellie brought her hand up and felt the wetness. “Shit.”
She chuckled, grabbing the bottom of her shirt to wipe her face.
“Hey, no!” You scolded, running over to her to slap her shirt out of her hand.
“What!” Ellie said, indignant.
“Were you raised in a barn?” You scoffed, handing Ellie the tissue.
“Yup,” Ellie replied, accepting it. “Oink, oink.”
You rolled your eyes and laughed as Ellie cleaned off her face.
“You are so annoying!” You said, taking your pointer finger to push up the tip of Ellie’s nose, giving it the appearance of a pig’s snout.
Ellie swatted your finger away playfully, snickering.
“And yet you still laughed anyway!”
“Whatever!”
“Hey,” Ellie said, holding her hands up. “Not my fault I’m a comical genius.”
“A comical dumbass, maybe.” You rolled your eyes once more.
“Oh, you love me.” Ellie said, grinning widely.
You and Ellie both chuckle. You’re surprised to find that you missed the sound of her laughter.
After a few moments, you both fall silent. You feel heat rushing to your cheeks at the same time that Ellie’s freckles turn pink. Suddenly you don’t feel the need for coffee anymore. Your heart beats like that of a hummingbird and you feel as if you were sweating excessively underneath your short-sleeved button-down. Your lungs feel like they were fully submerged in water. You had to tear your gaze away from those ocean-green eyes.
It’s Ellie’s courage this time that breaks the silence.
“Well, uhh. Let her know I say hi, will you?”
“Y-yeah. Of course.” You say. “And uhh, say hi to your Uncle Tommy and Aunt Maria too.”
Ellie smiles, but you notice a hint of sadness behind it.
“Sure.” She says.
You give her a slight nod.
Fidgeting with your coffee cup, you feel your chest tighten from the rising awkwardness.
“Well, uhh, I gotta get to work.” You say. “Umm, it was nice seeing you.”
You give Ellie a final smile and a wave, whipping around and heading out the door before Ellie could respond.
The sound of a bell tinkles as you walk through the door of the coffee shop. You take several deep breaths as a million emotions wash over you. You take a sip of your coffee before turning towards the direction of your workplace. But before you could get far, you hear another tinkle of the coffee shop bell.
“Wait!” You hear Ellie’s voice call out.
Before you could turn around, you feel fingers wrap around your wrist. You both immediately withdraw your hands as you feel Ellie’s skin accidentally zap yours.
“Fuck, sorry.” Ellie says apologetically.
“It’s okay.” You reply, pulling your zapped hand to your swiftly beating chest.
“Umm,” She begins. “This was really nice. Catching up, I mean.”
“Y-yeah.”
“We should…do this on purpose sometime.” She says, scratching the back of her neck awkwardly. An old Ellie habit you recognize.
“Oh, umm.” You bounce lightly back and forth on your feet. “Yeah. Sure.”
“Cool beans.” She says, smiling. “Are you free tonight, by any chance?”
“Oh, I have to stay late at work tonight.”
“Oh, okay.” She says, her smile faltering. She seems to think you were making up an excuse to flake.
“But I’m free Friday night!” You say quickly. “I get off at 5:30. But if you aren’t free or if that doesn’t work for you—“
Ellie smiles.
“Friday sounds great. Do you wanna do 6:30 at Raja’s?”
You grimace slightly.
“Won’t that be too nostalgic?”
Ellie chuckles.
“Maybe, but let’s do it anyway.” She says. Your cheeks feel warm from her sudden boldness.
“We won’t sit at the same old table or anything,” She says, holding her hands up. “Just dinner. Nothing more.”
You consider this for a second.
“Yeah,” You say slowly. “Yeah, okay.”
Ellie beams, knowing she won you over.
“Friday at 6:30 then.”
“Oh, that’s so fucking cool.” You say.
“Yeah, you think so?” Ellie responds.
It was Friday at 6:54 in the evening. Ellie was right on time, but you were kept at work longer than expected and were several minutes late. You’d rushed home to drop your work things off and make yourself presentable as quickly as possible for having dinner with your ex-girlfriend, thanking past you for already laying out the outfit you planned on wearing for the meeting.
The diner was a 10-minute walk from your apartment, but you made it a 6-minute run instead. It had rained the previous day, so you’d nearly slipped several times. But you caught yourself each time, determined to make it in one piece.
When you arrived, Ellie was already sitting at a booth, drinking water. You arrived completely winded, breathlessly muttering a hundred apologies. Ellie just smiled, telling you to take a deep breath and that it was completely okay. She seemed grateful that you showed up either way.
After taking generous sips from the glass of water that was already waiting for you, you’d greeted Ellie properly with a smile. She returned it, and now you were both discussing all the tattoos she’s gotten in the past few years. You’d noticed one on her left arm when she pushed the second glass of water towards you.
“How about the one on your right arm?” You ask. You’d gotten a slight glimpse of it the other day at the coffee shop.
“Oh, umm.” She says, placing her arm on the table so you could get a better look. She seems almost reluctant to do so.
You lean in closer, moving your head around to better inspect the ferns that decorated her forearm from different angles. There was something else engraved on top of the ferns that you couldn’t quite make out, but it somehow seemed familiar. Your right hand hovers over the tattoo, an impulse to touch it nearly coming over you. But you keep your fingers to yourself, afraid to cross that line just yet.
“It’s beautiful, Ellie. Did you design this one yourself?” You ask.
“No, uhh,” She begins awkwardly. “My ex-girlfriend Cat did.”
“Oh” was all you said in reply, unwittingly withdrawing your hand.
“Yeah, uhh. I got it freshman year of college. After…after my dad died.”
“Oh.” You repeat once more.
“Y-yeah. It wasn’t the easiest thing to deal with, and Cat thought it would help with like, the grieving process and all.”
“Right, of course.” You say, feeling remorseful for having brought attention to the topic.
Ellie begins to unintentionally run her fingers over the tattoo out of nervousness, drawing your eyes to it once more. You suddenly recognize what the final part of the design was.
“That’s the…the moth. From your old guitar.”
Ellie looks down at it sadly.
“Yeah, it is.”
You’re both drawn into yet another awkward silence. Fiddling with your fingers in your lap, you feel as if an anchor was dropped onto your chest. You’d known that the topic of Joel’s death might come up, but you were nervous nonetheless.
You look up to see Ellie’s face to find that she was already staring at you. She didn’t look like she was upset with you in any way at all; in fact, it was guilt that flashed across her features. You realize why, and there was an unspoken acknowledgement that you were both thinking about the same thing.
Ellie withdraws her arm back to her side.
“I’m sorry.” She whispers.
“I know.” You whisper back.
You were sitting on the couch in Ellie’s makeshift art studio that she’d set up in her garage. You hugged your knees to your chest, rocking back and forth as you drowned in your tears. It had been almost a week since Joel’s funeral and nobody had heard from Ellie. Everyone asked after her during the wake, but neither you nor her Uncle Tommy or Aunt Maria could answer. She hadn’t made it to the funeral, and you were worried.
It was four months into your freshman year of college. You decided to attend a university closer to home, only a half-hour drive from Jackson. But Ellie chose an art school in Boston after receiving a scholarship, all the way across the country.
Deciding on a long-distance relationship seemed like a no-brainer when you and Ellie had discussed it after you both graduated high school. You loved each other, both as girlfriends and long-time best friends. It felt as if your love would be able to survive anything.
The longer that Ellie was away, however, the more difficult it got. Your college was much smaller, compared to hers. You preferred it that way; that was a factor in your choosing to attend. Some of your peers that you grew up with in Jackson were even in a few of your classes, and this eased the anxiety of being away from home.
But Ellie, a couple thousand miles away, was in a brand new town with brand new faces. You were nervous for her, fearing that she’d be a fish out of water. You knew how awkward she could be sometimes and you worried that she’d get lonely. But after a few weeks of college, she’d made several friends and grew to love Boston. This made you happy, but part of you was sad that you couldn’t experience this milestone in your lives together.
You’d been inseparable since childhood, growing up together and going to the same schools and having the same friends. Along the way, you’d realized you were in love with each other. It was bliss, to fall in love with the one person you trusted most with your life and to have them love you back. You were both so in sync, even and especially after you started dating. She knew you like the back of her hand, and you knew her the same.
But as you sat there in Ellie’s garage with only the comfort of your own arms, you started to wonder. You were trying to convince yourself that Ellie was pulling away from you because of Joel’s passing. But all the unanswered phone calls, missed flights to visit home, the growing disinterest in your side of the conversation affirmed that Ellie was becoming someone you no longer knew. You were still where you always were, but Ellie had traveled oceans away from you.
You had your head buried in your knees when you heard the sound of the door unlocking. As you dropped your legs to the ground, you watched as Ellie entered the garage. She flicked the light on and jumped when she saw your miserable figure sitting on her couch.
“Oh, fuck!” She yelled. “You scared me, babe.”
She placed a hand on her chest as if to slow down her rapid heartbeat.
“Sorry.” You whisper meekly.
“What are you doing sitting here all alone in the dark?” She asked, walking over to her desk and placing her backpack on top of it.
You stared at her in disbelief.
“Where the fuck have you been, Ellie?” You said, ignoring her question.
“What do you mean? I’ve been around.” She replied, her back towards you as she collected some belongings.
“You missed Joel’s funeral.” You said bluntly.
“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.” She said, a little too nonchalantly.
You watched as she continued to move around the room, rearranging a few things and rifling through drawers. She felt your gaze on her but avoided eye contact with you.
“He was your father, Ellie.” You said after a few minutes of silence.
“Adoptive father,” She corrected. “He wasn’t my real dad.”
“He fucking raised you.”
“Yeah, well,” She said, placing a few paintbrushes in her backpack. “Look how that turned out.”
You were exhausted.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Ellie?!”
She finally turned around to face you.
“What?” She asked, taken aback by your raised tone.
“Where the fuck have you been? Why weren’t you at Joel’s funeral? Everyone’s been worried sick about you, wondering where the fuck you went off to. Your Aunt Maria nearly called the cops, but your Uncle Tommy and I had to convince her that you wouldn’t be so stupid to go and get yourself hurt!”
You’d risen from your seat on the couch now, glaring at her.
“And now this about Joel? He was your fucking father. I don’t give a fuck what you say! He loved you so much, and it would break his heart to hear you talk about him like this.”
Tears were streaming down your face as Ellie watched you silently continuing your outrage.
“I know you need to deal with your grief in your own way. I know you’re sad and need time, but…” You sniffled. “Please don’t shut us out. Don’t push away the people who love you. Joel wouldn’t have wanted this for you.”
Ellie scoffed, which took you by furious surprise.
“You don’t know that. He’s gone. It doesn’t matter what he wanted anymore.”
It felt as if she slapped you right across the face.
“I’m so fucking sick of this.” She finally said after a moment of silence.
“What?”
“I’m sick of this town. I’m sick of the people here. I can’t fucking stand being here for another second. I don’t want this.”
You stood there shocked, staring at a stranger who looked remarkably like the girl you loved.
You and Ellie continue to look at each other from opposite ends of the table. She seems as if she wants to say more, to apologize further. But she stops when you give her a forgiving smile.
“It’s okay.” You say.
She returns your smile, sadly but with gratitude.
Your moment of reminiscence is interrupted when your waitress approaches your booth.
“Oh my goodness, it’s the troublemaking duo!” Your waitress exclaims. “I didn’t know it was you that Ellie was waiting on!”
Heat rises to your cheeks.
“Hi, Wendy.” You say, recognizing the old woman.
“It has been so long since I’ve seen you two together! Oh, and now you’re both so grown up!” Wendy gabbed. “Oh, Ellie, it’s so nice to have you back in town! Your Aunt Maria has been going on and on for weeks about how excited she and Tommy are that you’re moving back!”
“Yeah, they seem pretty psyched to have me home,” Ellie says, smiling kindly. “It’s good to be back, Wendy.”
“Maria kept wishing you would move back after you’d graduated college! And I kept telling her, ‘kids gotta get their feet wet first!’ But look at you, back home again finally!”
“Yeah, Boston was pretty great. But it wasn’t for me, and I really missed Jackson.”
Wendy smiled at this.
“Oh, having you two back here like this feels like things never changed. I wish that I knew you were both coming in; otherwise, I would have saved your usual table!” Wendy says, gesturing towards a booth in the corner of the diner.
You glance over and see a young couple sitting together, holding hands across the table. They were slightly obscured by this old, beat-up jukebox that was playing some old 80s song.
“Oh, it’s alright, Wendy,” Ellie says, waving her hand. “We’re good here.”
“Well, okay!” She dips her hand in her apron. “Oh my, I forgot my pen and pad! Oh, and I haven’t even brought you your coffee yet! I swear, I think my brain is slowly spilling out of my ears every day!”
Ellie laughs and you grimace at the image.
“Let me go grab those things real quick, and then I’ll take your gals’ order!” Wendy says gleefully.
“That’d be great.” Ellie replies.
Wendy beams at both of you before making her way back to behind the counter.
“Since when did you drink coffee?” You ask Ellie, to which she shrugs.
“Kind of grew on me back in college. Still have to drink it with tons of sugar and creamer, though.” She says.
“Ahh, well, that explains the oat milk latte from the other day.”
“Memorized my order, huh?” She teases.
Wendy the waitress saves you from your bashfulness by arriving with two coffee cups in one hand and a coffee pot in the other. As Wendy pours into each of your cups, Wendy decides to gush more over the two of you.
“I was just telling Esther in the back how much we would dread when you two rascals would come in here. I remember how you two would come in and order one milkshake to share and a plate of fries and then pay us with dimes and nickels! Drove us nuts to count it all out!”
You and Ellie laugh nervously, embarrassed over your childhood antics.
“And you’d come in here and play that one a-ha! song over and over again if you had any leftover change! Oh, we all got so sick of that song that Raja almost took out the jukebox at one point!” Wendy chortles.
“Right, “Take on Me” was what we always played,” You recall. “Sorry, Wendy.”
“Oh, it’s alright,” She says, waving you off. “In fact, someone put that song on the jukebox a few weeks back and it made me miss those good old days.” She sighs, reminiscing.
Ellie glances at you while you look at Wendy in her reverie. Ellie’s eyes look gentle and affectionate, an expression that hasn’t adorned her face in years.
“Oh, I do miss you youngsters and your shenanigans. Drove me crazy, but it kept me young. Do you recall when you came in here absolutely sopping wet, Ellie?”
Ellie blushes suddenly, scratching the back of her neck as her freckles turn pink once more.
“Y-yeah. Sorry about that.”
“Oh, you got the floor all wet and dirty, and your usual booth smelled like wet dog for a week!” Wendy cackles.
“Oh?” You ask. “When was that?”
“It was back in—” Wendy starts, but another waitress called behind the counter.
“Wendy, honey! Table 12 spilled orange juice everywhere; can you grab the mop?”
“Oh darn,” Wendy says. “Let me go take care of this mess real quick, sweethearts! And I’ll be right back for your orders!”
Wendy walks off quickly and leaves the two of you alone once more.
You glance at Ellie.
“When did that happen?” You question curiously.
“Umm,” Ellie says nervously. “It was that day. At the lake.”
Your face softens in recognition.
“Els, come on!!” You yelled, pulling her with you.
“Dude, no!”
“Els, 17 is way too old to be afraid of the water!”
“I am not afraid of the water!” Ellie said, breaking free from your grasp and crossing her arms.
Joel had dragged you and Ellie with him for a fishing trip by a nearby lake. He’d forgotten his bait box back at his and Ellie’s home, and he left you and Ellie to your own devices while he drove back to grab it. Bored out of your mind, you were trying to convince Ellie to jump into the lake with you from a large rock that oversaw the water.
“Then you won’t have any problems if I just…” You made the motion of pushing someone. “...throw you into the lake, by any chance?”
Ellie backed away from you, holding her hands up.
“Don’t you fucking dare, man,” She said. “I will never, ever forgive you.”
You groaned then dragged your feet to the edge. You looked over at the lake.
“It’s not that high of a jump, Els! Come on, Joel and I taught you to swim two summers ago!”
“Let’s just get back to the shore, dude. He’ll be back any second.” She said.
“You know Joel won’t be back for another half hour.” You replied, knowing that Joel would find a million other things to do before heading out again. You skipped over to where she stood feet away from the edge of the mini-cliff.
You grabbed both of her hands in yours. Her breathing hitched when your skin touched hers.
It had been a month since your little sister unveiled her drawing of you and Ellie sleeping together. Ever since then, Ellie seemed nervous to be near you, much less be touched by you. You were still best friends and still as close as ever, but there’d been a palpable tension in the air after that awkward moment in your bedroom. It was as if you were both just waiting for something to happen, something inevitable.
“Pretty please, Els?” You asked your best friend, batting your eyelashes at her. She blushed furiously.
“You’re gonna catch your death if you jump in. It’s chilly.” Ellie said. “And I’m not lending you my jacket if you get your clothes all wet.”
“Fine.” You said. You release her hands and walk towards the edge once more. Ellie’s eyes widen as you begin shedding your clothing: first, your shoes, then your pants, and finally your shirt.
Ellie averts her gaze as you were left in just your underwear.
“Problem solved.” You said boldly. You walk back over to her.
It wasn’t as if you and Ellie hadn’t seen each other intimately before, having been best friends for many years. But for the last month, she started seeing you in a much different light and looking at you this intimately was opening the floodgates.
“Come on, Els.” You said, tugging on her shirt. “Take a leap with me.”
Before Ellie could respond, you sighed and turned away from her to walk back near the water, discarded the rest of your clothing, and jumped off the edge with a scream.
“Goddamn it.” Ellie said, rushing over to see where you’d dove. She watched as you eventually emerged, ripples reverberating around you.
“Let’s go, Ellie!” You yelled from the water.
Ellie backed away from the edge, took a deep breath, and said, “Fuck it.”
She replicated your actions and took off her clothes, all the way down to her black sports bra and boxers.
You were swimming around in circles when you saw Ellie’s stark naked figure plummeting into the lake before landing ten feet away from you. You beamed, wading towards her as she rose from underneath.
“You actually did it!” You exclaimed. Ellie splashed you, lake water getting in your eyes.
“Ellie!” You whined.
“You’re the fucking worst!” She said, pouting.
“You love me!” You said, ribbing.
“No, you’re the worst, I hate you.” Ellie said, splashing you once more. You splashed her back.
You both waded closer to the shore until you both felt your toes touch the bottom of the lake.
“You jumped in for me, you fucking adore me!” You giggled.
“Oh, please, you wish.” Ellie scoffed before you reached over to squeeze her cheeks together.
“Hey!” She said, muffled.
“Don’t deny your love for me, Miss Ellie Williams.” You teased before giggling again as you release her face.
“Nope, hate you ‘til I die.” Ellie said stubbornly, to which you shove her shoulder.
“Well, too bad, because I love you!” You said.
“Uh-huh.” Ellie replied, rolling her eyes.
She began to turn away from you to paddle towards the shore.
You take a leap.
“I do love you.” You suddenly said.
“Yeah, I know, man.”
“No, Ellie, I—” You said, stuttering. “I-I love you.”
She turned back to face you.
“What?”
You swam closer to her until your faces were inches apart.
“I love you, Ellie.”
Ellie blinked.
“I—” She began, unsure of what to say.
“Sorry, I just—I just wanted to tell you that, that’s all.” You whispered, looking down at your submerged and naked figure instead of at her.
“No, it’s okay, I—” Ellie started once more. “I-I love you too.”
Your eyes shot up to meet hers.
“What?”
“Y-yeah, I—” Ellie began, but she’s cut off when your lips suddenly meet hers.
It was as if fireworks began erupting within you. As the shock of your kiss wore off, Ellie melted into you as she grabbed your face to draw you closer to her. You wrapped your arms around her neck as she pulled you in tighter.
No amount of fantasizing could ever prepare you for the euphoria that was kissing Ellie Williams. It was like everything fell into place, like your entire friendship was leading up to this. It felt so foolish that you hadn’t realized this sooner, that you had to wait all this time to let yourself fall in love with your best friend.
You were both pulled into this bubble where it was just you, Ellie, and the lake. You felt inevitable.
You broke off, needing to catch your breath. Your foreheads were pressed up against each other, both of you breathless. Your head felt empty but your heart was full.
Before you could say anything, you felt Ellie’s hands leave your face. Your eyes shoot open to see Ellie already at the shore, bounding towards the rock you’d jumped off from.
“Ellie!” You called out, but she didn’t respond.
You watched as she reached the mini-cliff where you’d both left your clothing. You thought for a second that she was going to jump back in, but instead, she was pulling her clothes back on.
You made your way to the shore, shivering and embracing yourself.
“Ellie!” You called out again. “Where are you going?!”
Ellie had pulled on her Converse, quickly tying the laces into knots. Fully dressed, she looked down at you, still bare and exposed.
You could make out her face from where you were, but you didn’t recognize the look she wore. It wasn’t anger or pity or sadness. You’d never seen her make that expression before.
You started towards the rock, but Ellie was quicker. She ran off before you even got close to her, dripping lake water behind her and leaving you still at the shore, naked and screaming for her to come back.
“Oh,” You say. “This is where you came after that?”
“Yeah,” Ellie replies. “Wasn’t sure where else to go.”
“I always wondered,” You say. “Cause when Joel got back, we drove back to your house, and you weren’t there. You never said where you’d gone.”
“Yeah, well. I was just some scared little kid.” She admits.
“It’s okay,” You reassure. “Me too.”
You stare once more into the ocean in her eyes. You didn’t mean to bring up the past. You’d wanted to keep this meeting bureaucratic, free from the judgment of yesterday.
You decide to break the silence with humour.
“Kind of crazy how you ran away from me real fast.” You giggle, taking a sip of your coffee.
Ellie doesn’t laugh; instead, she takes a leap and reaches over to your free hand that you’d placed on the table, putting hers over it.
Your eyes widen as she looks at you in a way that no one else ever has.
“But I’m not running away now.” She says genuinely.
You place your cup down and give her a soft smile.
“Good.” You reply.
You feel the water finally flow under the bridge.
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sorry for teasing this for so long! i have issues
the reader's sister's name is based on my little sister's name kiko :) they're also an artist and currently studying to be an animator!
hope y'all enjoy this! spent so much coming up with the concept and writing about it cause i have such a connection to this song! let me know what you think and reblog if you can ♡
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#ellie one-shot#belle one-shot#ellie williams#ellie x reader#ellie x you#ellie x y/n#the last of us#tlou#the last of us part 2#tlou2#ellie fanfiction#audio#Spotify#belle speaks#belle writes
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Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 4.1
This is embarrassing but I'm actually so obsessed with the first five minutes of this episode that I've got it bookmarked in my YouTube account. It's just so perfect!
“Say you don't looooove him, my salamander. Then why did you neeeeeeed him? Ono don't answer.” He genuinely thinks need and love are the same and I really hope he's got therapy for that messed up mindset by now.
Officially honored as the most successful musical composer and recording artist of all time. That damn well better be mentioned in his movie. And people still don't take him seriously. But also. John definitely smashed his TV.
I'm screaming. I love Linda the promoter so fucking much!! Interviewer: I knew a lot of your records had went gold and platinum and– Linda: a lot of them? All of them! Ugh I wish she was still with him now.
And then THIS! “What really happened between you and John?” As the first notes to “I Will Survive” play. It's too good. Everyone has to go watch that bit right now.
Linda coming in for the kill again with her fake posh accent: critics? Critics? Oooooh! … They're always three years behind.
Look at him (to the tune Bitch by Meredeth Brooks) he's a whore, he's a father, he's a star, he's a success, he's a lover he's smug, he's laughing, he's having fun, he's working hard. He's everything.
Interviewing Wings concert goers and this one girl goes, "oh I just got off on all of it" and another one goes “It was great, i came twice!” Literally it should've been me!!!!
The McCartneys are seriously such a big family. And it's been Paul's responsibility since was about 21, really, to make sure they're all okay financially. That Francie story of him crumbling in the street in Liverpool haunts me.
"Why shouldn't they go to the same school as everyone else goes to?" State schools should be the only legal schools btw.
I love what the creator does to contextualize their songs by pairing them with other contemporary footage. It makes it much easier for me to understand why something like “arrow through me” (which I love but none of the people I've shown it to do) would've been so popular.
Oh here we go again. Just show us the marriage certificate already.
Cackling at the contrast between “Old Siam Sir” which is one of my all time fav rockers and footage of the Stones being cringe AF and Dylan being so beyond done he's basically dead.
Oh. Okay. And then they slap us in the face with John's poor baby late 70s demo voice crooning, “Don't want your looooove. Anymore.” “I die each time I hear your name.” I'm fine. It's fine. I'm just vomiting my guts out because I'm sick. That's why.
The pairing of “Mr H Atom” with Paul's would've-been drag show is genius, but what is that clip of some sort of trial stuck in there? If anyone knows, please inform me. (16:15)
John sounds so sad talking about the “endless search for . . . Scotland . . . Within an hour of New York.” I can't help thinking of the Mull of Kintyre. But John was also the one who turned Paul on to Scotland in the first place, ≈always waxing poetic about the heather and the hills≈.
Sean is so adorable. Reminds me of my little guy a bit actually.
Why do I always want to tell Paul to be nice to John? John is worse to him. Idk maybe because John's pain is more visible.
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Hey Krisu, maybe you have already written about it but your post about the soft launch (love the phrase btw!) of green Häärijä has fascinated me. Because i still can't really wrap my head around what häärijä's role is. There are so many options. Is it to spread the attention out between the two? To keep a friend close by? To make transitions between eras easier on the fans? I'd love to hear your take on that.
Ohh thank you!! This is gonna be a longer post so I'm gonna put it under the cut haha
My take on this has changed a lot during the whole year. Like six months ago I used to fondly roll my eyes at those "Häärijä is a shadow of his former self" posts because I honestly didn't think Jere thought of it for much longer than 'hey I want my buddy on stage with me'. Now though, when I noticed for just how long Häärijä has been morphing his poses and mannerisms to that of Jere in the bolero, stoic and almost demonic, I realised he maybe does see it that way. I think in the beginning when he was given the bolero, when he himself would've liked to continue with the yellow theme, he must've given Häärijä the suit as a joke like "Here, you're only good enough for my hand-me-downs anyway". Which is a common way he jokes about Häärijä's precense anyway. To me it is and always has been just friends goofing off on stage and agreeing on a bit, like how the Daltons stay silent and menacing behind him at the DJ table but also do their own little jokes, or how Häärijä stumbles around like a lost puppy but also manages to sneak in his own little pranks from time to time. As far as I know the stage show of Käärijä did not look like this until after UMK or even after ESC, and I guess it's an easy way to have his friends and family up there with him without compromising their identities like his own, or taking up too much space from the main event which is Käärijä himself.
The slow transition to a green bolero Häärijä has been going on since August when he was given the yellow one by a fan (shoutout bolero mom!) at Kaivohuone. He's been coming out before Jere during Cha Cha Cha more and more, and both online and on onlyfans he's started to pose with that Kubrick stare, hands clasped thing Jere often did in the spring. Now they even paint the tattoo on his chest and during UMK24 they gave Jere's black spiky pants to him. To me it's a way to keep the old fans happy even if Jere himself moves on to other ventures and aesthetics, like his new baby blue and more experimental makeup look he had in both Toiset Samanlaiset and Ruoska. Or maybe it's to remind himself that he shouldn't forget where he came from and how much he's evolved as an artist, but also that he's not that person anymore. Cha Cha Cha era is now over, just like the yellow suit was handed down in early 2023 and it became a thing of the past and the new green bolero was a symbol of new and exciting things to come. Maybe some day Häärijä will adopt Jere's current look, whatever that may even be since we won't know until Böle/May, while Jere himself moves on to something new.
To summarise, I think for Jere initially it was just a goofy joke about Häärijä always being one step behind the main attraction, like a fan gone too far or something, while also just getting the perfect opportunity to make goofing off with his friends his career. And now, by giving Häärijä his old clothes, it's also a perfect way to keep that beloved green bolero a part of the show while still getting to move on and explore other visuals, because it is at the end of the day, the reason why 99% of the people in that crowd are there. Not as in all of us just go there for Cha Cha Cha, but almost all if not everyone in the crowds bought that ticket because they heard that song and fell in love with Jere wearing it. I don't think Jere himself even entirely knows what Häärijä's role is, except that this is his best friend and he saw an opportunity to have him with him while doing what he loves. And honestly, who wouldn't go through all that trouble to make an entire career out of hanging out with your best friend all day lmao
#käärijä#jere pöyhönen#häärijä#WHAT A LONG POST lmao#also by compromising identities i mean like they dont speak wear sunglasses and shave their heads lmao theres still people who cant tell#the difference between all three daltons#and for a long time no one knew anything about häärijä eithee bcs hes silent and honestly in his normal civil self looks like a different#person lmao
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Cheap Vacations
Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader; Angsty Fluff
Summary: You've been in recovery for awhile now, and you're so tired of the people around you coddling you. You ask your boyfriend to come with you on a spontaneous trip, but will he end up disappointing you?
Author's Note: This is based of the song Cheap Vacations by Tobi Lou. He's my second favorite artist after BTS, and I was really depressed in 2020 and I was listening to a lot of sad music. But the song is really good!!! So I suggest listening to the before, during, or after.
Warnings: reader in recovery for a prescription addiction, lot of talk about recovery and mental illness, pretty angsty.
You sit at the window looking at the planes. You look down at your phone to check the time. Your plane to Greece was leaving in 30 minutes. You booked it a week ago when you got home for you and your boyfriend. But he still wasn’t here.
Where is he?! You think to yourself. You told him to be early to the airport but he still wasn’t here. If he’s late you don’t know what you’ll do. Your hands start to shake while you think about getting onto the plane alone. What I would do for a Xanax right now.
You check the time again, just as you pick up your phone it starts to ring. You immediately pick up.
“Namjoon, where are you?” You whisper scream into your phone.
“Baby, I’m not coming.” He said calmly.
“What do you mean? I can’t get onto the plane alone. I need you here with me.” You say starting to tear up and your voice starts to break. Your body starts to shake and you feel the knot in your stomach turn into a rock. You feel weighted down and you feel as though you are about to start sinking into the ground.
“Baby you didn’t ask me if I even wanted to go.” You could hear the guilt in his voice.
“It was supposed to be romantic.” You say weakly. You didn’t understand why he didn’t want to do this with you. To be honest, the break was much needed. Everything in life was always so overwhelming and you just needed some time to take a breath with the love of your life. You needed something new in your life.
“I also don’t think that you should go on this trip. ____, you just got out of rehab. I don’t think that going on a plane, which you find extremely stressful, in a country that doesn’t speak your native language, is a good idea. I missed you so much, can’t we just take a trip here?”
You understood where he was coming from. You had a really rough eight months in rehab to get better. And you were, better that is.
“I just need to get away. I need to get away from everybody treating me like a baby. I need something new for awhile. I want to find a new high. A different high that healthy for me. I just wanted to get a breath of fresh air with you, and when I saw the tickets to Greece I thought it would be good for us. I didn’t get to have alone time with you for eight months and I just wanted to go on this trip. I got a window seat for you and I needed you. I feel like absolute shit all the time and like I'm disappointing everybody all the time. I just wanted to be in a new place with people that don't know me or what I've done.” You sob into the phone. You hated flying alone, your anxiety made it impossible to not have a panic attack on the plane.
“Baby-“ Namjoon begins to speak, but is cut off by the speaker announcing the boarding for your flight.
“I don’t care whether you come or not. I’m going. I need this, and I had hoped you would’ve been here with me, but you weren’t. So I’ll do it on my own. My therapist taught me to be independent, so that’s what I’m going to do.” You say trying to convince him, as well as yourself. “I love you and I’ll contact you when I land. We can talk about how we are going to continue when I get home.”
You end the call and grab your bag and get into the line. You feel yourself starting to shake but you begin to breathe in and out. You didn’t need the Xanax or the Kolonopin. You didn’t do that anymore. You think back to Dr. Rall’s advice and instead of dwelling on all the bad thing, you distract yourself with the good things. While it didn’t cure your state of being, it helped you feel a little more comfortable. You board the plane and sit in your seat, looking at the empty seat next you and you feel the tears welling in your eyes.
Your sadness is interrupted when by a familiar voice.
“I believe that is my seat.”
You look up to see Namjoon with his bag. You smile but tears are still falling. He takes his seat next to you and grabs your hand.
“I thought you weren’t coming…” you say quietly.
“I was already through the check in, but I was hesitant. I wasn’t sure if you were doing this for the right reasons. I had to make sure it wasn’t manic decision. But what you said on the phone. It broke my heart. I’m sorry you feel over crowded, it’s the last thing you need right now.” He said while he grabbed your hand. You see his eyes tear up a bit as well.
You feel comforted while he rubs the back of your hand with his thumb. “I love you and if you need me, I’ll always be there.” He rests his forehead against yours. You stay there for a bit until you are told you have to buckle up and you both are pulled from your little world.
You both take out your own book to read and you share headphones. At first it was rough, but he held your hand again and eventually, using your breathing exercises and stress techniques to calm yourself down. Eventually the eventful morning catches up with you and you feel your eyes become heavy.
You fall asleep at peace with your head on Namjoon’s shoulder. He smiles when he sees the smile on your face. It reminded him of what you were like before the addiction and stress. He loved you then, and he loves you now.
No matter what struggles you went through, he would always be there for you.
#kim namjoon#bts rm#namjoon#bts#bts fic#bts fanfic#bts x reader#namjoon x reader#kim namjoon x reader#bts rm x reader#namjoon fanfic#kim namjoon fan fic#bts angst#bts fluff#rm fluff#namjoon fluff#rm angst#namjoon angst#tobi lou
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OT7: Sunset Songs 1
In which a hybrid is nothing but a status symbol, a pet, a sign of wealth and power- or are you maybe more than that?
Tags/Warnings: another hybrid fic shut up, Idol!OT7, Puppy hybrid!Reader, stigmatization and shitty views on hybrids, romance, angst
Additional Chapter Warnings: Hints of angst, unfair treatment of puppy but she's fine with it/used to it, best boys bangtan tho
Chapter Length: short/mid
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The award show is nothing out of the ordinary for you anymore.
Ever since the company had bought you for them, you've been a fixed part of their schedule as well, coming along to almost everything. It's typical for idols and other celebrities to own a hybrid once they have enough money and have accumulated a good fanbase; it's at this point almost tradition. And while you've heard a lot of horrible stories connected to the abuse of hybrids; you don't mind being with them at all.
You don't mind.
"Do you want some water?" Jimin asks, leaning a bit forward to make sure he doesn't have to yell over the music too much. They've already performed- and are now sitting on the sides, watching the other artists present their songs on stage. Namjoon had shaken his head when he'd noticed they didn't provide a seat for you- but one look around confirmed for him that every hybrid present was simply sitting on the carpet provided instead. It's the same as always, but he still hates it.
Fans always go wild about those interactions.
You simply nod your head at Jimin, the singer instantly searching for any of the bottled water- asking around, before he looks back at you apologetically. "It's fine!" you tell him above the loud music, before you turn around, watching the stage with your back leaned against his leg. You look up when someone starts to play with your hybrid ear; Taehyung grinning down at you before you turn your head back towards the stage, his hand remaining as his fingers move over the soft fur on your ears. It's a habit of his, you've noticed.
While some absolutely don't like it, others see it as something cute; they praise the group for treating you not like a pet or a maid but a person, while keeping the balancing act up as to not show anything that might be considered 'inappropriate'.
Those interactions, such as letting you sleep in their beds with them, or even making flirtatious comments, are kept behind closed doors. In public, you're nothing but platonic, a simply tender pet and owner situation.
You cough a bit, ears instantly pinned back as you feel rather watched by the cameraman now- it's your first public appearance after being a bit sick previously, news having had instantly picked up on it, creating rumors of possible mistreatment towards you as it's mostly the case when a hybrid is hidden from public view- and companies lied all the time about any accusations. But for you, it had really been just a simple sickness situation; and while you're not contagious anymore, you're visibly not up to one hundred percent of your health yet. "here." Jungkook says from the side, a hand on your back as he gives you his half empty bottle of water. "I already asked for some, they must've forgotten. You can have mine." he explains, and you nod thankfully, emptying the plastic container eagerly, cool liquid heaven on your still scratchy throat. He knows that they didn't forget. They simply didn't bother.
It's moments like these that remind you why you absolutely don't mind the booming music and many people and lights around you, even if they stress you out. You're with them; and you love them, because they're more than just nice to you.
Namjoon always takes you out for long walks and trips, loves to go hiking with you whenever he can. Seokjin enjoys your carefree nature; always up to play around with you, uncaring how ridiculous he might start acting, because you'd never find him weird. Yoongi takes long naps with you, and keeps you in his studio often because you're not only a very good listener, but you also remind him to take breaks and rest if he becomes too focused to remember anything around him. Jimin and you like to have cozy times at home- his days off happily spent with you lazing on the couch with him, hidden away from the outside world, just the two of you. And while Taehyung likes to sing to you and have you listen to him ranting about whatever daydream he might be having, Jungkook and you are always up to no good, testing out recipes he's found on the internet, or playing games until you end up playfully wrestling around.
So you don't mind the sleepless nights, public judgement and hectic schedule at all. You don't mind that your love will never be more than just platonic and unreturned in the way you love them;
You don't mind any of that, as long as you can stay with them.
#bts imagine#bts fanfic#bts fic#ot7 hybrid imagine#ot7 hybrid fanfic#ot7 x reader#ot7 imagine#ot7 fic
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Stuff DaFuq?!Boom! has done, a masterpost
As a Skibidi Toilet fan and artist, I do NOT condone any of what he has done. Blugray is a bad person and I do not support him in any way, shape or form. While I may still make fan-content, it does not mean I support him and his shitty actions. Liking content does NOT equal liking creator.
As a notice, this is all I have found so far, and I haven't really bothered with finding anymore new things. I have a life, I don't even really want to make this post, but I'm making it for awareness sake. If you have anymore information about Blugray, feel free to reblog with it. Thanks.
I do usually refer to DaFuq?!Boom as Blugray, as that is one of his aliases and is also quicker to type.
TW: THE N WORD IS USED IN THE FIRST TWO TWEETS, AND MENTIONS OF NAZIS IN THE NEXT TWO.
Tweet 1: 2021 screenshots of Blugray using the n word, claiming he has the "n word pass" which does not exist and does not condone him using the n word.
Tweet 2: Literally a whole VIDEO of Blugray saying the n word, along with dropping a hard r in the same video.
Tweet 3/Tweet 4: Same video, just in 2 different parts. Blugray's take on the Ukrainian/Russian war. I do not and will not engage in this sort of discussion due to personal anxiety, but it's kind of just Blugray being ignorant and believing in the propaganda fed to him.
This is a screenshot that doesn't belong to me or the entity that sent it, but there's also a George Floyd joke he made which is pretty fucking insensitive.
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Though it is not as serious (it still is serious, just not as much) as Blugray's racist behaviour, he has also been copyright striking basically ANYTHING he can find Skibidi Toilet related (I believe theorists and reaction channels are excluded???)
I do not know much about copyright myself, so take this with a tiny grain of salt. I don't use twitter, I simply just get sent these for awareness, and I'm putting them into a post to help others know too.
Many are bummed Blugray is copy-striking content, although he doesn't technically own majority of the assets of Skibidi Toilet, just the storyline alone (and the toilet models I think), along with the fact the Skibidi is a mashup of two songs, that both happen to be copyrighted (I think?)
On the other hand, others defend Blugray's copy-striking since there ARE idiots out there stealing Blugray's content, along with even falsely copy-striking one of HIS actual videos, which Youtube did a wonderful job (sarcasm) handling. Blugray may just be copy-striking everything just to not deal with anymore theft and false copyright strikes.
I cannot say much about this in particular, because as mentioned, I don't know much about copyright. Once again, take with a grain of salt.
Tweet 5: TL;DR: Blugray copy-striked Gametoons for a Skibidi animation they did. Gametoons reached out offering to Delete all their Skibidi videos, but Blugray offered to do some licensing instead, and promising to NOT copy-strike anymore of their videos. He then turned back on his word and copy-striked two more of their videos, which has lead to a chance of channel deletion, meaning Gametoons will be gone forever.
Along with copyright striking Gametoons, he also copyright striked a really popular Roblox Skibidi fangame apparently? I do not have evidence of this, I simply saw news that the game was striked twice, and if you look on Roblox now, every single Skibidi fangame has been renamed to not have "Skibi" in its title.
This is all I have by far, I will try to update the post best I can if anything new arises, but just a reminder, I have a life and I do NOT really want to dedicate all my time just for this post. Thank you.
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Update 1: Gametoons has been resolved. However, all other copystrikes still happened and tbh I’ve lost track of what’s happened at this point so uh yeah take that as you will.
#skibidi toilet#edit: i found out the difference between the r slur and the hard r which was why i got confused (i thought they were the same thing)#edit 2: gametoons update
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I don't often share messy art WIP's, but this is a bit of an ambitious piece I'm nervous about & could maybe use some input from my DF followers over here.
A couple weeks ago, I started what was supposed to be a simple "Trash Bat" illustration of Davey. Instead of just putting some generic trash can or dumpster in the scene, I got the idea to cover a landfill in a bunch of easter eggs. This ranges from old & new merch, references to music videos, old gig posters and ticket stubs, and more obscure things like a page of "Unearthed: The Unused Lyrics of Davey Havok" from the Under the Rose magazines & Jade's iPod (RIP) with titles of unreleased songs on the screen.
The idea is like...yeah, this stuff will one day end up in a landfill, and maybe some of it is things the band don't relate to anymore or don't see the value in. But from the perspective of a fan lovingly filling this scene with these totems, this pile of "garbage" is more like a shrine. Many of us fans will still see the value in everything they've done, even the things they toss aside or that won't see the light of day. He's our Trash Bat, and his trash is our treasure.
I know it looks like a literal damn mess right now -- I'm going to go in with lineart and mess with the contrast more to make certain things pop and make things as detailed as I reasonably can. I originally intended the piece to be b&w, but I'm considering adding some color to help certain things in the pile be more recognizable. I'm also gonna swap out the Death of the Party shirt for the more general AFI skull shirt Davey has also worn during recent performances & do a bit more work with lighting/shadow.
I'm a very nervous artist who has often intimidated myself out of working on ambitious pieces, but this is a piece that has suddenly become important for me to get right. Words alone cannot capture how much this band means to me & for years I've wanted to do that passion justice through art, but feel like I haven't yet accomplished that. Last year was the first time I shared AFI fan art that I tagged Davey in on Insta, and getting a like from him - multiple times! - was pretty mind-blowing for me. I'm grateful for the support I received on those Havok Doll pieces, but I'm not particularly proud of them. While it was a fun concept for me, I feel like the doll idea was more successfully explored by people who can make actual real custom dolls, like Dolly Havok on Insta. I might still go back to it because I really did want to immortalize more of Davey's range of fashion over the years, but there's also so many other things I want to explore in art & with my love for AFI & related projects.
ANYWAYS, if you see this and have any recommendations for anything else that could be lovingly added to the trash pile or some constructive crit, please let me know! I want this piece to be a real love letter to the band's history, and I'm trying to represent as many eras as I can. I'm going to try taking my time with finishing this & bounce between this and other projects to try to avoid burnout (which I am QUITE prone to), but I'm excited to hopefully see this idea through & I hope others enjoy it.
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Our very last kiss
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Part II - I’m a soldier who’s returning half her weight
Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader
Warnings: smut 18+, unclear consent, depression, anxiety, cursing, medication use, crying….oh I hope that’s it~let me know if I missed something
Plot: you’re a 21 year old actress and you get casted to play Priscilla in the new Elvis biopic. You fall for Austin, but it ends up that he only thought you were going method with him, so when filming ends so does your relationship. For him at least.
Word count: 4400
Disclaimer: this story was inspired but Taylor Swift’s song “Wildest dreams” I’m not making any assumptions about anything. Also I wrote an Austin that is far from who I hope he is in real life.
Pain. You've felt it before. You and pain have sat down and chatted like old friends many times. But at some point pain would get bored, get up and leave, so that the healing could begin and you would get to meet up with other feelings again. This time though? Well this time pain was stubborn, it doesn't seem to want to ever leave. It has brought with it some new tools as well, little gimmicks to use on you body, so that everyone could know you were dining with pain. Everyone but that one person. That one mass of flesh, blood and bones. How could he not see? You used to scream that question at the sky, you used to pray for an answer but it never came.
You knew from the beginning it was wrong, but you couldn't help yourself. And you tried, you'll give yourself that much credit, but somewhere along the way you stopped restraining yourself. Now you eat mouthfuls of the dish you prepared.
You close your eyes trying to push back the tears from your eyes. You don't know how it's possible to cry anymore, how you still physically have any power to do that. You want to physically rip your heart out and start slicing it with a blunt kitchen knife, but that's not possible. Instead you open your eyes again, look pain dead in those black eyes and speak.
"Let me tell you the story of how I got here. How I was stupid to believe. Stupid to let myself go. Stupid to love. Stupid, stupid, stupid, so FUCKING stupid"
It started so simple and cliché, because it started with him smiling at you.
It's your first day of filming and to say you're nervous and scared would be understatement. This is your first big thing. Playing Priscilla Presley is a scary, exiting and overwhelming task. You worry that your very little experience and young age might be an obstacle in doing justice to the amazing person she is. You are only 21 and you've acted in some other small projects, but never something this big and highly anticipated. You are mortified at the thought of stepping foot on that set and making a fool of yourself. "Ok we're done!" The make up artist says putting her brushes away.
You get up from the makeup chair, wiping your sweaty palms on your dress. The first scene you'll film is the one where Elvis and Priscilla are in his room in Germany listening to music while she babbles on about her parents.
You try calm your heart as you walk, but nothing helps, it feels like your chest might explode with the pressure inside it. Biting your nails, you read over the script, making sure to have it tattooed in your brain. "Hi, nice to see you again!" A hand comes in sight, starched out for you to shake. You take it and pray that your palm is just slightly sweaty and not uncomfortably drenched with nerves. "Hi" it's Austin standing In from of you, dressed in military uniform, hair sleeked back and smile as bright as the last time you saw him, at the last table read you attended. That was over a few weeks ago.
"Are you ready for the scene?" The question catches you off guard. Is he asking that so make conversation or to make sure you don't screw up? It must be the later. "Yeah, of course." You try to hide the tremble in your voice by laughing a bit, but that only comes out as a strangled sound. You blush terribly and look away. "Hey, it's going to be fine, alright?" He crooks his head to the side to look you in the eyes. You can see how honest he is.
You nod and go to move some hair behind your ear, but quickly slam the hand back on your lap, you can't ruin your hair. "Okay" Austin lets go of your hand, placing both his hand in the pockets of his pants, smiling at you. You didn't miss the way his eyes looked you over from head to toe. "Alright people, Austin on your mark, on the floor. (Y/n) you begin at the window, come on now. Let's move!" Baz says. Shaking your head and making yourself shift into character, you take your position and start the scene.
Several takes over the next 3 to 4 hours are necessary to complete the scene. You were the one always messing up. 'Too stiff' that called you. By the time the take number 105 and the 3rd hour rolled around you could see that the nice attitude Austin presented himself with, had dissolved into one of annoyance. He was nice enough to not say anything, but his body language spoke volumes. The constant eye rolls, sighs, huffs and scowls, told you how over the whole situation he was.
Eventually you managed to get a few good takes, so Baz let you go home for the day. You feel bad that you get to go home, while Austin has to stay behind for some more shots. "That's it miss, you're free." With your hair down and face red from the makeup being removed, you make your way over to costumes. "Hi I'm here to change?" You say quietly, so you don't disturb anyone. The lady doesn't even look at you and motions for you to go in the changing room. "Put the clothes nicely on the hanger!" Is all she says as you move. You struggle with the zipper of your dress for several minutes, before letting out a defeated cry. "I'm sorry, can someone help my, I can't reach the zipper.
You close you eyes, sure no one heard you, so when a pair of hands goes to the back of your dress and slides the zipper down, you almost jump out of your skin. Looking behind you to thank the person helping, you almost faint at the sight of Austin, still in his costume. "Thank you!" You say trying to fight the blush rising to your cheeks. "No problem, darlin'" the Elvis voice still with him, makes you shiver and when a hand comes to sit on your lower back, brushing some of the skin there, the breath gets caught in your lungs. "Don't worry about today, it was only your first scene, I sure it'll get better." He leans forward a bit to speak straight into your ear. Goosebumps form all over your skin. No man has even been this close to you.
You slowly nod your head as he removes his hand, turns around and leaves. You're stuck, frozen, not one muscle in your body want to move. Quickly, with shaky hands you undress yourself and get into your comfortable sweat set. Leaving the dress up on the hanger, you run out of there. You don't know how you do it, but you somehow ignore the ache in your body and keep running. The next moments are a blur, until your head hits the pillow in the hotel room and you can finally cry. Sleep is kind enough to you that it comes fast and easy, but your dreams are relentless.
The next morning you wake up dressed in the same clothes as the ones you changed into after filming yesterday. Looking at the watch on the nightstand you see it's only 9am. Taking a hot shower hoping to wash the shame and the embarrassment off of you.
You know it's coming, you feel it, so later when you’re in the makeup chair and Baz walks is you brace yourself. 'Don't cry, don't cry' you repeat over and over again in your head. "(Y/n) dear, I want to know what's wrong? Hm? Come on talk to me, I know something's up. Your audition tapes were the best impressions of Priscilla I've seen." He's here to fire you, you know that. "I'm just nervous, I don't want to mess up" you blink back tears. Baz's face says he gets it, but still it doesn't mean he won't fire you. "Nothing to be scared of here, we're all a team. If you mess up, it's fine. Have you tried talking to Austin? He's going to be your partner for 90% of the scene, warming up to him might help." He suggests brushing a reassuring hand up and down your shoulder. "I'll try" you say as he leaves.
Today ends up being hectic, 10 different costume changes, hair and make up being done and redone 5 or 6 times. You are tiered, but pleased with your performance today, it wasn't the best, but way better than yesterday. On painfully sore legs you make your way to Austin's trailer, hoping he hasn't left.
You stare at the door, you can see the light in there, meaning he hasn't left. Before you can gather up enough courage to knock, the door swings open, revealing an Austin with damp hair crowning his head, white shirt lose on his shoulders and light wash jeans dressing his legs. He looks so good, he always looks good, but it's mostly Elvis good and rarely Austin good. You don't know if what you're thinking makes sense, but you snap out of it when you see his lips move. "I'm sorry what?" You say brushing a hand through your hair.
He chuckles lightly stepping out of the trailer and closing the door. "I said, can I help you?" You blush and take a few steps back, tightening your hold on you bag. "Um I was wondering, Baz suggested that we talk, you know get friendly. So I was just, I mean you know, but it's fine if you can't, I-, just, yeah..." nothing of what you say makes sense and he's laughing. He's laughing at you. Your face falls and it dawns on you how stupid he must think you are. Pathetic.
When Austin sees the change in your attitude, he stops laughing. "Just breathe (Y/n)." You do that, but it doesn't help. "Come on try again, slowly, you can do it." He chuckles a bit, resting his hands on his hips, waiting for you. "Would you maybe want to grab a drink?" You ask so quietly, he turns he's ear towards you to make sure he heard right. He seems to give it some thought and then nods. "Sure, come on I'll drive!" He starts walking and your just left there, standing, until he turns to look at you with a big grin on his face. You take that as your sign to move.
You actually have a good time at the bar with Austin, turns out he was a lot nicer than you thought. He encourages you, telling you about the kind words Priscilla said to him when they met. You two end up talkin until late at night, when the bar is almost empty and he looks at his watch surprised to see the late hour. As you stand up to follow him, you feel the 4 martinis you had, go straight to your legs, numbing them. Losing your balance you lean on him and his hands go to your waist to hold you up. Your breath gets caught in you lungs once again. You've never had a man hold you like this. Not outside the filming studio at least, never unscripted.
That night you acknowledge the fact that now things will be a lot more difficult, since you can't erase the feeling of Austin's hands on you.
After that night you two keep talking, as it turns out you have lots in common. You both love books, long walks, coffee without sugar and you both agree that the last season of "Game of thrones" never happened. You become close friends and filming gets easier, but you can't stop the crush that you develop. One night you decide to spend at his apartment drinking, while he forces you to watch "the lord of the rings", since you've never seen it.
The wine goes to your head very fast and you can't stop yourself when you talk. "Why are you so handsome? Hm? It's not fair, your girl is very lucky. You're nice too, whole package deal." Austin laughs blushing. Blushing?! No it can't be. "I don't have a girl." He says. He comes closer in the couch to you, takes the glass from your hands and puts it on the coffee table. Grabbing your face in his hands, he looks you dead in the eyes. "So pretty satnin" the pet name used by Elvis makes you feel lightheaded. Never does it cross your mind it's weird for his to call you that.
"Can I kiss you?" He asks, lips so close to yours, you can taste his breath. Nodding you close your eyes and try to hear something else than the heart beating in your ears. Threading your fingers in his soft hair, your bring his head closer. The kiss is slow, sweet and when his tongue brushes your bottom lip, a whimper escapes you, letting him in to explore. He's fast to grab your waist and put you on his lap, straddling his hips. Austin’s hands move to your breasts, kneading them. You moan in his mouth, the feeling is euphoric, you've never done this before, no one has ever touched you like this, made you feel like this.
When he starts to lift up your shirt, it hits you like a wall, so you push his hands off, get up from his lap and stumble to the ground. He looks confused at you, pupils blown, chest heaving. "You ok?" He asks, picking up his wine glass to drink some. You want to cry. You don't feel tipsy anymore, quite the opposite, you feel wide awake. "Yeah!" You slowly get up from the floor and start looking for your things. You want to go. "Hey." He says taking your hands in his, stoping you from running circles around the living room. "It's ok, I get it, we're costars, you want to keep it professional. I should've known better then to do that while you're clearly intoxicated."
You swallow the lump in your throat. "No, it's not that. I just.." he's eyebrows draw together. "You just?" He asks trying to make some sense of what you're trying to say. "I've never..." you look down embarrassed to admit you're a almost 22 year old virgin. You are not even sure why you're embarrassed by it, you've never felt life that about it before. "Oh, oh, it's fine, we don't have to rush." Your eyes snap up at him. You don't have to rush? So he plans for it to happen at one point? You don't know what to say so you just nod. The night goes on like nothing happened, you watch the movies and then go to your place to sleep. But you can't sleep, you're up all night wondering if he really felt the same.
As the filming progresses, you two keep close, not putting a label on what it is that you are doing. Stealing kisses everywhere, hot make out sessions behind closed doors, cuddling at night. You can't help the love that grows in your heart.
Eventually one day when the two of you are cuddled up in bed, watching "The office" you let it slip. "I think I love you!" You say, anxiety rising as you wait for him to say something. Austin just stays quiet, frozen in place, as you lay on his side, head on his chest. You're slowly dying, the silence eating at your heart. He then moves, flipping you over. Hovering over you, wrapping your legs around his waist. He kisses you, a hungry, hurried kiss.
Your mind gets fuzzy with the feeling of the position you're in. You feel his hips slowly grinding against you. You moan and he moves to kiss your neck. You're too caught up to say stop now. So you go with it. Hands traveling down to take his shirt off. He's beautiful and you can't believe he likes you like this. Austin and you move like this for a while, removing clothing items in between kisses and tender touches. The feeling of skin on skin is so new, exiting and scary. You're afraid you won't be able to make him feel good, being so inexperienced as you are. "It's going it be okay, baby, it'll feel so good, promise!" He says caressing your face, trying to calm down the nerves.
Austin moves off of you, extending a hand to the nightstand drawer. Retrieving the condom, he sits up on his knees, pumps himself a few times and then rolls it on. Coming back on top of you he kisses you, slowly moving his hips so you can feel him. Grabbing your hands and intertwining your fingers, he brings his mouth to your ear. "This will hurt for a minute, but it'll pass, princess." You tremble with anticipation. Austin kisses you again, this time to swallow your cries as he pushes in you. It's slow, but it hurt, it hurts so bad, you try to fight his hands to push him away, but his stronger.
When he bottoms you, he goes to kiss away the tears falling down your cheeks. "Breathe satnin, breathe" he says, again the pet name escaping you mind, as you are to focused on the pain. After some time, Austin pulls his hips away from you and you hiss in pain. "Hurts!" You say through gritted teeth, hands still held in place by his. "I know, it'll pass" it's all he says as he starts a slow rhythm of fucking into you. He's right soon the pain subsided and pleasure took over you.
When one of his hands moves down to play with your clit, you lose it all. "Austin!" You say throwing you head back at the new feeling. "So good, mhm so tight, all for me!" He praised you. Soon enough your vision became blurry, your orgasm sending your body in a drunk state of mind. He stills inside you and you feel him twitch as he grunts loudly. You stay like that, connected with him by your most intimate parts.
Austin is the one to move first, going to the bathroom, to dispose of the used condom and bring a washcloth to clean you. When he's done, he throws it on the ground and comes in bed with you, hugging you from behind and covering your naked bodies with the duvet. Soon you feel his slow breath on the back of your neck, indicating that he fell asleep. Walking your eyes around the room, trying to figure out what you’ve just done, you see the washcloth, laying on the floor, blood is on it. As you stare a those red stains, your eyes fill with tears. You fall asleep crying in his arms. You just lost your virginity after saying 'I love you' to Austin. And it would've been fine, if he would've said it back.
You wanted to have sex with him, you really did, but something about the way it all happened, sits wrong with you. The feeling of being used plants itself in your chest, and it only grows over time, as the production goes on and you and Austin still have no label on what you are. The only thing that's changed is that you two sneak around to have sex now. You love him so much you almost never notice how he never said he loves you, or how he never looks you in the eyes when you two are intimate.
Slowly as your work together on set is done, you raise your hopes up, thinking he had been holding back to be professional. But that hope is crushed rather quickly, when a month goes by after you finish filming and he hasn't answered not one of your calls and texts. So you give up trying to contact him.
And now here you are, in a room filled with people handling you like a rag doll, dressing you up for the met gala. This is only the first event in the press tour coming up. You’re numb, you've spend the last 2 months crying in therapy, abusing sleep medication to get some few hours of rest. Your stylists huff angry at you, as you've lost a significant amount of weight since your last fitting. They are now speed sewing the dress onto you.
You don't want to see him, but you'll do it and you'll act professional about it. That's what you tell yourself, but that was until you walked the carpet to see him. Austin in a black suit, looking finer then ever in the three years you've worked with him. His hair is now back to the natural blonde, curly and wild. You start you walk up to him, but stop dead in your tracks as he turns a bit and you spot her. The 20 year model hugging his waist. She smiles at him, kissing his cheek. He smiles back. They kiss. And you die. You die and you walk. You die and you take pictures. You die and you smile for the camera. You die and you hug his waist saying hello. You die and pose with him. You die and you go inside.
The whole night you stay quiet, people speak to you, or at least they try, but give up quickly. You sit at the table, watching them dance and laugh together. In your head you're getting up, walking to him, slapping the grin from his face, asking 'why?'. Why did he take things from you, only to throw you away. But you'll probably never know.
You sit through months of press tour, doing interviews in the day and crying at night. You didn't speak a single word to him and if Baz or anyone else around you noticed, they didn't push to ask why. The worst part wasn't having to be in his proximity, or watching his and the girl make out every chance the got. No that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was when you had to do photo shoots together, playing once again the Priscilla to his Elvis. Posing for pictures, having to stare lovingly at each other, knowing you loved him and he was just acting. Every time he was directed to touch you, you flinched and almost screamed.
You pushed through all of that though, because what else were you supposed to do? You just endured it. That is of course until the very last piece of press you have to do. He's alone today, girlfriend nowhere in sight. When you're done with answering questions and you're free to go, you follow him. "Hey!" He says scratching the back of his head, smiling. How can he? How dare he smile at you? "Fuck you!" You spit venom. He looks confused, catching his chin between his thumb and pointer, massaging the skin there. "What?"
"Fuck you! Fuck you! You ... you took advantage of me, you played me! Fuck you!" You scream, going forward to hit him in the chest over and over again. Austin grabs your wrists and stops your assault on him. "Are you crazy, woman? How did I take advantage of you?" You freeze, you can't believe it. "I told you I loved you and you took my virginity away, I told you I love you and you left me." You whisper watching his face for any gram of regret. Tears slowly fall on your cheeks. "I thought you knew it was only for the role, nothing more, when you've said you've never done anything like that, I thought you meant going method, not sex. I thought you were acting, you said Baz suggested it." You step back, shaking you head. "Liar, fucking liar!" You scream. It's a lie, it has to be. He doesn't say anything, he just looks at you like he's waiting for you to be done with all this so he can go home.
You pick up what little pride you have left, turn around and leave. Something broke inside you forever, he took so many firsts from you. But what hurts the most is that you let him. You gave yourself to him and he thought you were acting. When you get back home, you tell your assistant that no matter what you won't be doing anymore press for the movie, you can't be forced. If they want they can sue you, but you are going to forget about this movie. From now on it's only going forward and to heal you have to let go. So you skip all the award shows and when the little statues get delivered, you shove them away in a closet. You never speak to the press about the movie, avoiding the subject every time it comes up. The tabloids are going crazy with theories about why you're acting like this. In the weeks coming up to the Oscars you avoid it as much as you can, spending time reading though scripts for next projects. And when Baz call you personally to convince you to come to the award ceremony, you tell him to forget you were in this movie.
'Elvis' ends up taking home 8 out of all the 14 nominations, Austin got best leading actor and you got best leading actress, or so you're told by your manager, when he comes the next day to tell you that you need to make a thank you video. You hold your ground, saying "I won the award, I worked for it, I don't need to thank anyone." You were irrational, you knew, but you couldn't care less. The media makes a big fuss about your silence for a while and then it gets quiet. Soon you're almost 25, still recovering from those 3 years. You are now working on your first movie since 'Elvis', this one movie being the first in a list of other 4 you've booked for the next years. You are great full for the big break in your career that the movie offered, but you'll forever hurt thinking about that time.
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Bye bye old BTS
This video aged so badly, ngl..
Bighit and Hybe totally went the American popstar way in 2023 for 1 member. Good that they finally cracked into the US music industry bubble. Hope it helps the group as a whole with their 2025 comeback.
(For context, the above Boracity video explains how bts has been always snubbed due to their lack of US label push, lack of radio support, lack of playlist, spotify support, minimum remixes, fewer album versions, chart rule changes etc)
The problem is - they decided as a company (and with scooter) that the only way they can make it into the US gp, was to debut a soloist, with all english tracks (because there's no way US would accept more than 1 soloist from the same korean group singing korean songs).
One thing they got right was that the US GP would not embrace a whole Asian pop group. And releasing english songs is not something BTS would keep doing either, because they clearly have different individual ambitions. When it comes to pop, it's always the solo/ individualist culture in the US. It is much easier to sell one personality than sell 7 different ones to the GP. (the General Public, not army, not people who really get INTO bts and get obsessed).
So, I totally understand why they went for mainstream US popstar way for 1 member only and also because it aligned with his own personal ambitions.
But of course they made a couple of big mistakes-
1) Underestimating the popularity and OG fan power that can give chart ranks and achievements even to non-US promoted members and their music. (BTS have done it before with a korean song and jimin did it again).
2) While they paid attention to heavy promo, charts and playlisting for Golden, they failed to create a connection with the music- which seems highly non-personal and lacking in depth and has a non-interesting concept. The promo did do the work of making jk a common name, showcasing his talents and introducing him to the industry. But for a lasting impact, they have to create better stories with the music. Idc, army are acting too defensive when people are disappointed that he didn't write his songs. It's okay to not write, but the very least singers can do is connect to song meanings and relate to personal experiences during the promos. But thanks to idol culture, jk has never been able to talk about his dating experiences. Even in the interviews, it would have been nice to see him talk about how he related to the lyrics, what the concept was etc etc.
SILVER LINING:
The constant mention of 'ARMY' by JK in all of his US promo stuff. I do see Hybe's bigger plans here. JK is a medium to bring in new fans for BTS's comeback. When they look up JK's past content, they can't do it without learning about BTS. And it doesn't matter if you are a JK solo fan, you will still be called ARMY (BTS fandom). Hybe will still call you army, even if you are just waiting for more Jungkook music and Jungkook shows. But guess what, the next time these new fans get to see Jungkook will be at a BTS CONCERT. Not a Jungkook concert.
More thoughts..
JK concert will come immediately after though. Why do you think they increased the no. of tracks in Golden when the original plan was to release a mini album? It's to collect more songs for his name. A few more releases and he'll be ready to have his own concert.
Okay final thoughts-
Hybe is going the right way from a business perspective. But they have mismanaged a lot of things. Underestimated the power of individual members and fumbled their priorities. BTS are not underdogs anymore. They are big, and whether you like it or not, Hybe is going to move like a big corporation now, revenue being top priority, not artists. If they don't strike a balance between keeping OG OT7 fans happy, the significance of ARMY will be lost. Unless...they want that to happen and do not care about the fandom that moves on its own now.
And before you camp in my asks or comments, saying the same things about sabotage, company fraud etc, I am aware of it all. Please do share your opinions that can add to this discussion.
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I'm changing my blog name
Hey everyone. If you're seeing this you've probably followed me for some time, and know me as "averagebrianbellenjoyer". I just heard about the Brian Bell allegations and looked through the body of evidence for it (https://docs.google.com/document/d/10lCtQxSVRHvRKfhKMYWogHCIhu8E9uE2hl2YJ17WhVA/edit?pli=1). Look through it in your own time, but I can say from what I've seen a lot of his behaviour is creepy and inexcusable.
Initially there were rumours of Brian Bell having sex with a 17 year old (back in the black/pacific daydream era i think?) on the weezer subreddit, but those comments were few, and made by a handful of what looked like troll accounts. At the time I didn't consider them as fully valid, given that there was no evidence from the victim herself to back them up, and her youtube video had been taken down before I could watch it. Basically because of the lack of evidence I had thought these were (fucked up) joke allegations like the gay allegations or something. Now that there is evidence, I can say with certainty that Brian Bell is a nonce and I won't be supporting him any longer.
I know a lot of weezer's fanbase is quite young (as in younger than blue and pinkerton), and while I think that it's not inherently wrong to interact with young fans, the way he did it was completely inappropriate. There's a big difference between answering a child's questions about his music and getting overly touchy with a 14 year old girl. And I don't mean offering a hug touchy, I mean touchy to the point that even if he went to any Arab country (which are notorious for very 'touchy' greetings) and did this shit, he would probably get beaten up by the locals.
There's also general other gripes, such as him trying to incite a smear campaign against one of his former bandmates, which while not damaging on its own, definitely doesn't help with the nonce allegations and the general self-centred persona he gives off.
I do not want to be associated with, let alone support such a disgusting character as Bell. I'm going to be changing my profile picture and renaming my blog "Jean's Corner". I will also be deleting my Brian Bell fanfiction off of AO3, and revoking his honorary Moroccan citizenship. Frankly, this man does not deserve a fan base. The most fitting punishment (after prosecution if he has committed statutory rape etc.) is for him to fade into obscurity and die unknown. I also think it's time Weezer found a new guitarist, hell I'd even be happy to see Jason Cropper re-join the band. For the time being I will continue listening to Weezer, as I enjoy it on an artistic level. The band has more members than Bell, and the bulk of their work can be attributed to Rivers Cuomo (and Jason Cropper re. Blue), not Bell. Plus there are other bands that I still listen to and enjoy due to their emotional significance for me like the Dresden Dolls, even if one of their members was incredibly racist (sang a minstrel song which included the n-word which she said hard r). Whether I continue to listen to Weezer or not might change in the next couple of weeks depending on how Rivers Cuomo and the rest of the band respond to these allegations, and given that I haven't listened to them in ages, they wouldn't be difficult to give up.
Though I never listened much to Bell's own music, from now I will completely avoid his solo projects such as Space Twins and The Relationship. I might even avoid Weezer songs where he sings lead vocals, such as Thought I Knew and Everybody Get Dangerous, but I'm not fully sure yet.
To basically conclude this clusterfuck of a situation, Brian Bell is a nonce, and I don't want to have anything to do with him anymore. May he be excommunicated from the band and fade into obscurity.
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request for peter quill x fem!reader (personality wise shes a female him.)
Maybe they meet after vol 3 and shes working at a hole in the wall recording studio\record store in Missouri and he comes in one day, complletly confused on what hes looking for till he finds some cassette tapes and goes on and on explaining diferrent music to her (bonus points if she already knows most of it.)
Records- Peter Quill
Minor GOTG3 SPOILERS.
It was a typical day for you working in the record store, not many people come in here unless it's fans of artists buying the new album. or old people buying vinyl because they don't know how to use a platform to stream it.
You would put in orders for the new releases and classics depending on the demand. you knew every person who walks in here would often come to buy an album for someone or themselves.
until a dark blond man with soft long curls hanging down his forehead walked through the doors of the store. He was tall and buff. I mean, very he looked big and jacked with muscles.
you never bothered customers when they come in unless they look like they are searching for something or need help.
you left that beautiful man to roam the place, but he seemed like he couldn't find what he wanted so you went and approached him.
"Hey, can I help you with something?c you asked the man.
He looks up to you, smiling. "Yeah, I'm looking for Redbone cassette tapes." He answered.
Damn he got blue eyes that melted your heart.
"Unfortunately, we only have LP Vinyls. Most cassette tapes stopped producing a long time ago."
"Why is that."
"Well, I don't really know. Most people collect cds or vinyls, and cassette tapes aren't really worth much if the artist isn't famous." You replied.
Cassettes is still a thing, but no one really buys them unless they have an old car or just to collect them.
"But readbone is famous."
"They are I know but they don't produce them anymore you can try cds."
"But they are big to carry around."
Confusion hits you. Why would he carry around tapes?
"You can find people selling them on eBay, but they are preownd, I can order them for you, but they will be pricey. Besides, you can listen to them on Spotify."
"What's Spotify?"
Huh?
How does he not know Spotify?
It's been here for a really long time.
"You don't know what is Spotify?"
He shakes his head in confusion.
"Do you have a phone?"
"Yeah, at home, but it's attached to a landline."
"No a smart phone. Like mine." You pull your phone from your pocket showing it to him.
"What's that?"
"It's a phone you can call and take photos, watch videos and stuff." You said
Is he a time traveller?
"Wow thats cool."
"Well you can download this app and you will find all kinds of music; 70s, indie, hip hop, Arabic, Latino and all artists."
"You're saying I don't need tapes I could just play what I want?" You nodded you gave him your phone to check it out. He rolled through your liked songs.
you don't have a specific taste you listened to a bit of everything.
"I should get myself one of these." he laughs he paused looking at the phone. "The chain?"
"Yeah, it's a classic one of my favourite songs from Fleetwood Mac." you chuckled tucking your hair behind your ears. you never really get flustered talking to anyone but he was something else.
his gaze was intensely on you holding fierce eye contact with you
"Alright I got everything I needed thank you y/n." he reads your name tag snapping you out of this enchanted moment
"you're welcome..."
"Peter," he replies
"Well, I hope I get to see you again Peter."
"Me too."
#peter quill#peter parker#peter quill smut#guardians of the galaxy#gotg vol 3#gamora#star lord#drax the destroyer
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17 and Fleggie??
every time we lie awake
flynn taylor has never had a normal-person sleep schedule, and her schedule as a dj doesn't really help matters. weddings, parties, clubs; she's all work and no play and sleeps in the middle of the day because that's the grind, baby.
so she's always up late, and there's this guy--well, she assumes it's a guy; his tumblr username is nerfherderhero and she's pretty sure she's seen some posts referencing his pronouns--who seems to have the same late-night schedule she does; he's always reblogging funny dog videos on her dash at just the right time and adding amazing tags to star wars posts (she still hasn't stopped laughing about him calling kylo ren "evil emo mayonnaise")
they have this funny little tumblr mutual relationship--the thing is, they have so much in common; he's always posting cool music for her to explore (she adds a LOT to her playlists, it's awesome) and he reblogs every artistic photo of food she uploads. (she has a whole series of ironic portraits of the stuff she orders from in-n-out; it's pretty hilarious if she does say so herself.)
they chat through tags. nerfherder is so off-the-wall funny; he says the most random things and flynn fucking loves it. he also has excellent taste in music.
julie starts giving her A Look whenever flynn mentions "my tumblr friend".
whatever! flynn is allowed to have friends she doesn't like. Know Personally. that's what the internet is for!
except there comes a two-week stretch where nerfherderhero kind of goes quiet. flynn even checks to make sure he didn't change his username but that's not it--he's just. not posting at the moment. no queue, no reblogs. her artistically-arranged chili dog photo goes un-noticed.
it's fine. flynn is Fine About It. he's probably just busy!
it's just rough because julie is also away, on tour with her new band--she met this group of dudes at college and has been spending all of her time writing songs with the guitarist (writing songs. suuuure, says flynn, and julie sticks her tongue out on their facetime call.)
flynn taylor has never been a coward, though (well, much of a coward) so she takes that terrifying internet friend plunge and pulls up a direct message.
hey--this is awkward but uh. hi! i just
i just noticed that you're not around as much anymore
which is totally your right obviously
good for you for digitally detoxing lol
i just--i miss you
she doesn't add the exclamation point even though it would make her seem more unaffected.
because the thing is: she's affected.
carrie laughs at her when she brings it up at brunch. it's not actually a mean laugh, despite it being carrie.
"only you would manage to crush on someone you don't even talk to," she says, sipping her passionfruit mimosa.
"better than when i had a crush on you," flynn retorts, but carrie just laughs again.
it all comes to a head when she facetimes julie late one night after a dj gig. she's wired, and there are no posts from Han Solo (which is unfortunately what flynn is now calling him in her head), and she just wants to mope with her best friend.
"oh, god, not you too," julie says. "reggie's all whiny because he broke his phone and we're in the middle of nowhere right now, so there aren't many places to go to fix it or get a new one. he's miserable. he keeps asking to borrow our phones to log into tumblr, of all things. something about his friend rapunzel."
"what."
flynn's username is remixingrapunzel bc she's flynn and she's a dj and also her braids are really long.
"yeah, he's like totally obsessed with her. them? i'm...not actually sure."
"her."
and julie's forehead wrinkles on her phone screen.
"how do you know?"
"um."
and the whole thing comes spilling out. han solo, funny captions on her in-n-out fries, the humiliating "i miss you" message that was never returned.
julie's eyes just keep getting wider.
"hang on," she says, and turns to yell over her shoulder. "reggie!"
there's a scuffle and julie hissing "come ON" and a long sigh, and then, sitting with julie, is the cutest boy flynn has ever seen in her actual life. he's got dark hair and nice freckles and right now he seems kind of sad, but oh my god, he's so so cute.
she can't help herself.
"nerfherder?" she says, tentatively.
his eyes lighten and it almost makes up for the last two weeks of misery.
"rapunzel," he breathes, and flynn has a feeling there are even more late nights in her future.
she's more than fine with that.
#at first this was going to be a you've got mail au#like rival musicians#dj v live band#but then it turned into chatfic#and specifically tumblr fic lol#how#flynn x reggie#julie and carrie do not know flynn's tumblr name because what happens on tumblr stays on tumblr#some things are private hahahahaha#also remember when these were supposed to be me just telling you what the story was about? LMAO
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Completely agreed. Having no writing credits doesn't mean you have to throw your artistry out of the window. Taemin is a good example. Even if a song was not written by you, you can still make it your song. Taemin mastered that. Jungkook is just singing the songs but they're clearly not his. That's the difference. I know his album will be successful, Scooter will make sure of it. But I wonder if Jungkook will one day stop and think if the success was really worth all that. Jungkook became exactly what he wanted to be. Justin Bieber 2.0. There's nothing special about him or the songs anymore. Don't get me wrong, it's his choice and he should do what he wants to do. But I personally cannot support any of that. Scooter made Jungkook a puppet and Jungkook let him. Are you ready for the 236363 versions of Standing Next To You?
Careful anon, don't use the word puppet cause stans will come after you, lol.
No, but on a more serious note, I wouldn't call him that because it implies he had no power of making decisions, which I doubt. He signed off on this, he agreed, he liked the idea and that's it. Who am I to know what power of convicing Bang Si-Hyuk has over him or Scooter? But it's not even necessary for me to go down that road in order to talk about this.
Looking at the 2 singles already released, how the next ones sound like and the overall project, I think Jungkook could have just released an album full of covers and be done with it. A live session of his karaoke nights. What would be the difference when it comes to his contribution and input? The songs are basic. You have to be deep into stan mentality to not see that but it will at least look succesful cause of the marketing strategy.
Also, about that. Each time something new is happening, like other artists fanpages all of a sudden supporting the future album, CDs getting stocked, the 28348448 remix getting dropped and so much more, I get asks in my inbox. And I get that, but what I don't understand is why some of you are still surprised. You shouldn't. Everything is in line with the partnership of Hybe and Hybe America collaborating on the JK project and trying to see if they can skyrocket a Korean idol into the actual American mainstream. In order to do that, they use various methods. That's it. It's as simple as that. I don't know if they see it as an experiment or something long term. Hard to think it's the latter cause the guy is getting shipped to do his military service soon so where is the continuous presence in the American music landscape? It all sounds so ridiculous.
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i was tagged by @wormdream to shuffle my music and share the first ten songs that appear. i am doing this from my computer which has some stuff that i don't listen to anymore on it and also has a bunch of live bootlegs and b-side/compilation/unofficial stuff that i'll probably skip for this. thank you, anyways! <3
everything that could have been - kittie. from the album funeral for yesterday. i think there's too much repetition in this song at the end. could have been either condensed down or added some more words to it. i am excited for the new kittie album though!
put your hand inside the puppet head - they might be giants. from their album they might be giants. i love the music video for this song.
a man alone - aaron freeman. i did say i was going to skip the unofficial stuff, but this stopped me in my tracks. i only went through aaron's music once and should totally revisit it again. i have two versions of this on my computer, one is thirty seconds longer than the other. i got the shorter one. very sweet, very somber.
gioco d'azzardo - paolo conte. from his album appunti di viaggio. the instrumentals are great in this. conte is just really good at writing music. i still haven't heard all of his albums though.
paloma - tall juan. my beloved tall juan!!! i got into him in high school whilst looking for free stuff on bandcamp. he is also friends with mac demarco who i used to listen to all the time. i think it's funny how the lesser known artist that i found out about through a bigger artist stuck with me and the larger artist didn't. i was so happy to have seen him in february. he was so nice and very funny.
town to town - hello the band. one of flansburgh's side projects. it's a good song. i think it's interesting to see what they make without the other john.
mad (feat. lil wayne) - solange. from a seat at the table. i haven't listened to this album in a long time. i listened to this a lot in high school. her voice is sooooo beautiful! this is still the only album i have heard by her. i should take the time to listen to her other albums some day. ALSO she had the best song in yo gabba gabba.
the last song - sleater-kinney. from their self titled album. i am still on the fence about them. this is the only album i heard from them, i found it at a thrift store. maybe i'll enjoy their other albums more or maybe i just need to listen to this one more. sometimes whenever i finally listen to an album by a band that is influential within a specific scene, i get the opinion of this is something i would have liked more when i was an angsty teenager and was being introduced to punk with the more well known stuff. like i am at a place where i don't need the introductory stuff, i already have bands that are deeper into that genre that i can jam out to. does that make any sense? they're not bad like listening to ramones or some shit. like why would you waste your time with ramones or sex pistols or some other shitty popular punk band? sleater-kinney i can appreciate and would have loved as a kid when i needed more female fronted bands that were really cool and were more of my style. kittie is another example of this. i do love kittie a lot, but i wish i knew about them before as a kid. we should revisit this topic later.
tender situation - ween. from the album pure guava. ween is another band where i wish i got into when i was a kid. same with tmbg. i think i would have had the opinion that their early stuff was better unfortunately, however, they would have been perfect for fourteen year old me. i could have been burning their stuff onto cds for friends and making them listen to it like i did with daniel johnston. i love ween. i got into them after listening to most of the flaming lips' albums and was so disappointed by their stuff and ween ended up being exactly how i was hoping the flaming lips would sound.
(system)control - bleed the pigs. from the mortis fatum ep. FANTASTIC BAND! exactly what i needed after listening to so much boring indie rock. i neeeeeed to listen to more bands like them. the mixing is exactly what i like with the vocals not being too high up which i find is a problem in a lot of metal and punk and just rock in general. everything about them is just perfect!
well...i won't tag anyone for this. the commentary wasn't even part of the tag game, i just like to talk about music.
#i had a whole different list at first but completely scrapped it#i know that defeats the purpose however i wasnt fucking with it#also for this new list i listened to every song through unlike the first time#i wish i could add all my records tapes and cds to this#i am more diverse with my music when it comes to physical media. it's easier to get into stuff that way for me
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hellooo today's reminder is what a DAY first thing i saw was jinki is back after nearly a full year (i am in Tears about how many friends behind the scenes in the industry banded together to make him his artistic safe space) and he is BEAUTIFUL his hair is long and he is being adorable in a video and he kept onew rights but the video caption said "jinki" and are you aware he's my absolute darling sunshine angel and i love him so very much. also doyoung is releasing a full length album. which i saw coming, my hypothesis is the full solo albums will be the 7th sense unit in age order, so jaehyun will be next, then mark, then it better fucking be yuta or i will burn down the fucking sm building. which speaking of. I'm thrilled for doyoung but I'm worried about the absolute lack of buildup for this album. taeyong had his youtube channel, ten was building off a good amount of momentum in China and then he shone in baggy jeans. I'm worried they might have rushed doyoung's album as a distraction from the fact that all of the company's senior artists are leaving one by one. alsoooo (and this is definitely… pessimistic) i think the flood of nct and wayv news (doyoung's album, wayv suddenly working on two albums this year, smoothie promotions being so rushed) this past few weeks was deliberately done to keep the nct/wayv brands focused on the current members, rather than people we do not speak of, in whose articles the words nct and wayv might come up often. which i really hope it isn't, the boys deserve all of the chances to shine and all of the recognition and success, but… we all know what kind of a company that dumpster fire is
Hiiii! Oh my gosh yes! I'm so happy to see him and he's doing well. And he looks so beautiful. Taemin is my first ever bias like since I was 16, hes still my baby, But after a while Onew became number one SHINee bias and still is, I just love him so much and his smile and voice and I'm just happy to see him return and hope he's doing better. Such a precious man. Also Taemin being my first bias and Yixing and Hyunjin being my ultimate biases, I just find the same man in different fonts and love them forever. Oh yay I didn't even know about Doyoungs solo album I really hopefully once the time comes he'll get equal promotions as everyone else. Yes Yuta solo album or even Johnyu duet album ooh or Johnny Hendery duet album I just love theyre dynamic. Yeah dreams comeback feels rushed and I could be wrong, shot in the dark but I think smoothie might be a euphemism. Could be wrong but I don't think the song is about smoothies. But it does seem like that and I think anyone other than you has stopped reading so far but there's a little guy and I'm happy he's not a sad little guy anymore and he's doing his little guy thing and his little guy thing is wonderful and he's a beautiful little guy. Hey! look at another little guy! who has no business enlisting, I know he's almost 30 but also him just so tiny.
The babiest babygirl🌸🩷🍭🎀
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