New Girl au (The 1975)
warning: drinking people being drunk they play true american (i pretend i know how true american works)
note: mr healy you are being a little fucking freak. george could hit it anyday he’s so hot especially in this. someone find a shawty for ross bro is lonely. also where the fuck is adam
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
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"Guys, I'd like you to meet Violet," she speaks firmly, a ghost of a scold somewhere hidden under her tone.
Violet stands to the right of Y/N, fresh out of a photoshoot and it's evident by the lengthy false lashes glued to her lids and the heavy contour of her face. She just got off of work as a model, and came straight to her friend's loft once she heard that tonight would finally be the night she would become acquainted with the 2ish hot guys she lives with. (Y/N described two as the hottest giants on the west coast and one as a greasy rat man who bites ankles, so Violet wasn't sure what to think)
The three men sit posed on the couch in their usual spots, beers in hand, and Ross is the first to stand and greet her. "Pleasure to meet you, Violet," he gives her a firm handshake like a father greeting his daughter's date to prom, "I'm Ross."
Meanwhile, Matty has already slithered over to her, snaking an arm around her shoulders like she's an old friend or a new beau, "you staying for the game tonight, love? We get the drinks going, gets pretty crazy around here," he speaks closely to her face, speaking directly into her ear like a microphone.
"Eugh, you're being weird, Matt, jar!" Y/N calls from the kitchen where she's grabbing Violet a drink.
Matty surrenders, hands raised in the air as he digs through his pockets for a $5 bill that he reluctantly shoves forcefully into a jar already full with cash labeled 'Douchebag Jar.' Violet huffs a laugh at the sight.
"I apologize, I'm on my 5th beer already," Matty takes a seat back on the couch but ultimately just flops down on his back, nearly smushing George in the process.
"Hey, watch yourself, mate!" George shoves Matty's legs off of his own, then stands up.
"I'm George, nice to meet you, Violet. Are you staying for the game?"
Violet turns to find Y/N with their eyes who's now entering the room with 2 six packs in hand. "What game?" Violet asks.
Y/N stands up on the couch to make an announcement. "The game is True American! It's like 50% a drinking game, 50% life sized Candy Land."
Matty interjects, "actually, it's more 75% drinking, 25% Candy Land."
Ross puts them in their place, "it's 90% drinking game with a loose Candy Land like structure. And everything you hear during True American is a lie, knock on wood," he knocks on the wooden table he stands next to.
George initiates the game suddenly, "alright, pick your teams! Numbers on your foreheads, people!"
"Violet! Pick 3! Hold up a 3!" Y/N demands.
"Pick 2 or else you'll lose!" Matty adds in, confusing Violet further, and when the time comes to hold up a number, Violet holds up a 2, and she is immediately yanked over to one team's side next to Ross and George, while Matty and Y/N turn to look at each other, a 4 on her head and a 3 on his, "damn it!"
"Wait, wouldn't that mean that one of you switches over here?" Violet tries to make sense of the situation.
"No, that's not the rules." Matty speaks through a half drunken pout.
"What are the rules, anyway?"
"Well, the floor is lava, and when the game starts you have to finish the quote, and then the iron curtain- wait, are we playing Clinton rules?" Ross lists them out.
"Co-ed game, fuck yeah we're playing Clinton rules!" Matty adds, leaning in to high five George over his decision, who just looks at him odd as Matty slowly lowers his hand and returns to Y/N's side.
"Really? Last time we played Clinton rules, my entire ass was out for 2 whole rounds," Y/N complains.
"That's just how Clinton plays, baby," Matty slurs.
"And we begin with a shotgun tip off, as the guest of honor, would you like to start us off?" George asks her kindly, ignoring all the madness coming from his friends.
"I'll give it a try," Violet skillfully shotguns and chugs down a can of beer handed to her by George, and once she's done, he begins to yell.
"1, 2, 3, 4, JFK!"
"FDR!" The rest of the group screams, save for Violet, who is getting tugged up onto the couch by the arm by Ross and joined by George while Matty and Y/N move to the coffee table and with that, the game begins.
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1 hour later
“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” The three of them chant in regards to Y/N and Matty, who have both been shoved behind the iron curtain for the next round.
“Guys please!” Y/N bangs on the wall, hoping to change her fate.
“It’s the rules, bitch!” Exclaims Violet, who thankfully came to understand the game now.
“Send us a picture of it, then you guys can come out!” Calls Ross, abandoning the group to fawn over his fish sitting tastelessly by the sink.
Meanwhile, Matty and Y/N, who have done a complete clothes swap by this point, stress over their currently situation. Well, mostly Y/N stresses.
“Look, it’s not the end of the world, let’s just suck it up and french a little,” Matty tries to reason, playing with the straps of the lacy bra he has strapped around his bare torso. His girl jeans (which surprisingly fit him perfectly) are uncuffed at the bottom, a change from the typical way Y/N wears them, cuffed a few times to make up for her short legs, but Matty’s longer one’s fit well into them.
Y/N, in an oversized Slayer shirt and black skinny jeans, “‘suck it up and french a little?’ What are you, 12?”
“I just don’t see why it’s such a big deal to kiss me. You know how many people I kiss on a daily basis? You’re not even my first kiss today. Not even my third!” He throws his hands in the air wildly in exasperation.
“Wow, that’s good to know,” she’s dry and and sarcastic in her response. “Wait, you want to know what I’m curious about? Why do you want to kiss me so bad, huh? We had a choice between going behind the iron curtain or moving three steps back into the crazy zone, which you know our team would have survived, yet you still chose this. Why?”
“Nothing- I- I just didn’t want to get stuck in the crazy zone again.”
“No, it’s more than that, because you and me, for some crazy reason, we make a great team together, and you know as a god damn fact that we would have still won the game either way, so why did you choose this?”
Her stare is shattering his soul by the minute and she’s backed him into a metaphorical corner of the room.
“I just… it’s because…”
“Literally just tell me. If somethings bothering you, tell me. I can get shitfaced enough after this I won’t remember it, if you want.”
He nods and swallows harshly.
“I… you know… and you’re… just…”
“I’m on the edge of my seat, dude, don’t let me fall off.”
“Is that a real saying or did you just make it up?” He counters.
“Don’t change the subject, Matty.”
He sighs. “You’re very pretty, I’ve told you that before.”
“So that’s it? I’m pretty so you want to kiss me? Is that it?” She’s unsure how to feel about the whole situation if that is the conclusion he’s coming to currently. Sure, he’s not made for her but she would love a little drama in her life if he did have something wild to confess.
“No, there’s more, it’s just… you’re very pretty and I’ve started to feel… ways about you. That I don’t know if I should be feeling. So I figured, if we kissed, maybe I’d know for sure about you. Or, how I feel.”
“So you want closure? I’ll give you closure, then.” She lunges for him and attempts to tipsily press her lips to his but out of nowhere, he dodges her.
“No, no, I can’t, I don’t-“
“What now?”
“I don’t want it to be this way. Like this. If I’m going to kiss you, I’m going to do it right. And this isn’t right.”
She goes silent, starting to realize the true depth of his so called ‘feelings’ he has for her. As far as she’s concerned, Matty Healy doesn’t have those types of feelings for regular old girls like her, and it’s just one of his moves to get into her pants. She’s become familiar with his ways in the month she’s lived with him.
“Rain check then?” She’s hopeful he’ll agree to put this aside and hopefully never speak of it again, if he truly would go so far to say he’s falling in love with her. He hasn’t said it out loud yet but she can smell the bullshit brewing in his mouth.
“Yeah. Back to the crazy zone.”
He slides open the door for her, and just as she’s about to leave the room, he calls for her.
“Wait. Do me a favor? Get shitfaced? Please. I didn’t mean to say anything tonight, if it’s an option, I’d like for you to forget about it.”
“Of course, that’s what friends are for,” she responds with a wry smile and leaves him in the room.
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While Matty and Y/N are talking about god knows what behind the iron curtain, Violet took to scrolling through her phone while sprawled out on the couch. She’s almost completely zoned out of reality when a heavy body is roughly dropping itself into the seat next to her, making her entire form recoil on the plush sofa. She sits up.
It’s George, the hot one, as she’s decided for herself. Ross, who’s currently sweet talking his goldfish next to the sink, was just a little too eccentric for someone like Violet, and by that, she means he seems like he’d play for a different team. If you catch her drift.
“So, you enjoying yourself? Liking True American?”
“It’s intriguing. You’re all very…”
“Fun? Handsome? Dashing? Sexy?” George tries out some words for size on her.
“Honest? And individual. You all have your things.”
“Things?” He leans forward in interest. “What things?”
It was Pandora’s box he opened. “Like, there’s just something about you all. A thing you all have. It’s individual and it’s different but you all have something. Matty? He had to Shazam Bohemian Rhapsody. He was so secret about it too, tried to make sure no one saw it, but I did. Ross, well, he’s got that goldfish thing.”
“God, that’s so weird. It’s weird, right?” George confesses, hunching his long torso over in order to keep his words hushed. His breath nearly fans over her neck, but he keeps a gentlemanly distance, even when intoxicated. It sends a message to Violet. Not an entire narrative, but she notes it as something to remember when she’s sober.
“Yeah, it’s just… it’s a fish. An open fish bowl, one fish and it’s next to the sink.”
George bursts out into slurred, heavy laughter, emanating deep from his chest, and he lays back onto the back of the couch, letting his head fall back over the top of it. Violet gets the urge to follow him.
She does the same, they’re shoulder to shoulder, staring up at the ceiling.
“Well?” He begins. He twists his head to look at her, realizing he’s incredibly close to her face, if he were to exhale too harshly, he’d be sure to see her eyelashes flutter.
“Well what?” She giggles.
“Well what’s my thing?”
She exchanges glances in his direction, feeling electric every time she looks at him for too long so she looks up again. Her heart picks up.
“You know, it’s that thing with your jaw.”
He shoots up and looks at her incredulously, “what!”
“Hey, I mean, no offense, but like, it’s just kind of old looking. Looks like you wouldn’t have any teeth. In an old man kind of way. And I don’t mean it in an offensive anti-British way, like it’s not because you’re British, I love British people, Ross, Matty, your elusive friend Adam, it just seems like you’re like way more British. Like the Britness runs really far back into your bloodline. You know?”
His face is hidden in his hands now, he’s utterly flabbergasted. He picks his head up for a moment to come face to face with her, “so you think I’m ugly? Here I was thinking you thought I was a bit fit.”
“Hey, I didn’t say that!”
Ross butts into the conversation, showing he’s been easily eavesdropping this entire time, “no, you definitely sort of did!”
“Stay out of this!” George calls, as if he’s not being backed up by Ross, but Ross takes the hint anyway.
“I didn’t mean it, at least. I don’t think you’re ugly, it’s kind of the opposite, really.”
His ears metaphorically perk up like a dog hearing one of its favorite words. “Oh really?”
She rolls her eyes, “don’t let it get to your head, handsome.”
He falls back onto the couch, head lolling to the side to be close to her once more, something about the proximity made him feel some sort of way.
“I won’t. Promise,” he speaks lowly, voice gravely from a night long of yelling. His head barely inches closer to her, she almost didn’t notice had she not had all of her focus on him in this very moment.
He’s looking down her face, then back up again, while she holds solid eye contact with him. He halts his movements forward, feeling as though her lack of glances at his waiting lips are a sign she’s not as interested as he is, but she takes him by surprise when she moves her own head just an inch further, her soft breath prickling his lips.
She’s millimeters away, and his lips just barely touch her own before the iron curtain is being ripped open, Y/N coming out.
“Crazy zone! We pick crazy zone!” She exclaims.
Violet springs apart from George. He remains there, closing his eyes and sighing. He purses his lips, then comes to a stand, deciding he’ll have to find a better time to finish this. But he knew for sure: he would be finishing this.
Meanwhile, Ross sighs to his own fish. “Everybody gets action around this house except for me, as of late, Mr. Fishy. Well, you too. Must be hard for you, living alone in your fish bowl, no hot girl fishes to hook up with. I’ll drink to that. Cheers, Mr. Fishy.” He brings his beer up, gulping down the rest of it for the night.
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Just dropped: https://twitter.com/rollingstone/status/1663660316817780745?s=46&t=Jv7EvC8oVb-dKk_gHc29yQ
I haven’t read the full thing. But kinda sad when the media gets it more so than her own fans…
We Wouldn’t Be Having This Conversation If Taylor Swift Was a Man
Publicity stunt or not, Swift can have a sleazeball summer if she damn well pleases.
ON THE FINAL night of Taylor Swift’s MetLife shows this weekend, 80,000 Swifties screamed in the swamps of New Jersey for over three hours. They wore outfits from every era — tinsel fringe dresses, serpent arm cuffs, and heart-shaped sunglasses. I saw countless faces in cowboy hats similar to the emoji — only these cowboys were sobbing uncontrollably while eating foot-long hotdogs. And the bracelets! They were all wearing beaded bracelets coded in Swiftian lyrics, trading them in the parking lot like Deadheads swapping grilled cheeses. (Take my advice: do not try to pay for the bracelets. They will look at you like you’re from outer space.)
It’s hard to believe that while this magical Eras tour is happening — and while Swift is somehow reaching previously-unimaginable heights of popularity, surpassing even the ludicrous highs of 2015 — she is also experiencing a backlash from some corners of the Swiftie community over her supposed new boyfriend, the 1975’s Matt Healy.
Their sentiments were best summed up in an open letter on Twitter using the hashtag #SpeakUpNow (named after Swift’s upcoming re-recording of her 2010 album), which states that Healy’s many controversies “deeply trouble” them. “From engaging in racist remarks, making offensive jokes, and admitting to watching degrading pornography in which people of color are being humiliated and assaulted, his actions contribute to the perpetuation of hate, stereotypes, and objectification, which targets and hurts some people from the Jewish, Black, Chinese, Hawaiian, Inuit, LGBTQ+ communities, as well as women.”
The statement refers to the derogatory comments Healy made about the rapper Ice Spice on The Adam Friedland Show podcast in February and the questionable apology he delivered onstage last month. Fans raised eyebrows when Swift recruited the rapper for her “Karma” remix last week, and on Monday, Healy finally addressed the controversy in a New Yorker profile that only exacerbated the issue. He explained that the whole thing “doesn’t actually matter” and that the backlash he received was merely virtue signaling: “It’s just people going, ‘Oh, there’s a bad thing over there, let me get as close to it as possible so you can see how good I am,’” he said. “And I kind of want them to do that, because they’re demonstrating something so base level.”
If you didn’t catch this quote aggregated on the internet about 137 times (you probably had better things to do than scroll Twitter and hustle children for their handmade bracelets), you aren’t missing much. This is all part of Healy’s artistry: an intricate, tangled web of bits intended to rile you up and piss you off. This is the guy who eats raw meat onstage, gives Nazi salutes, and delivers intelligent observations like, “I’m obsessed with my dick for some reason.” Stupid Shit is his brand. Are we really supposed to take anything he says seriously?
I’m not here to answer that, but I am here to tell you that none of it is Taylor’s problem. For the last 17 years, we’ve held this woman responsible for the actions of men she chooses to spend time with, and it’s time to stop. It would be fair to criticize her for walking out of Electric Lady with the ghost of Pol Pot or wondering why her dad and Matt Lauer are grooving out to her performance of “22.” But this is just a hot sleazeball who wants Oasis back together (I don’t know about you, but I’ve dated a lot of guys who fit that description), and it’s up to Taylor to spend her time as she pleases.
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in response to the rolling stone article
// or: in which i once again read the bullshit and criticize it, including quotes so you don't have to give them clicks
link: https://www.msn.com/en-us/music/other/we-wouldn-t-be-having-this-conversation-if-taylor-swift-was-a-man/ar-AA1bU70M
"Their sentiments were best summed up in an open letter on Twitter using the hashtag #SpeakUpNow (named after Swift’s upcoming re-recording of her 2010 album), which states that Healy’s many controversies “deeply trouble” them. “From engaging in racist remarks, making offensive jokes, and admitting to watching degrading pornography in which people of color are being humiliated and assaulted, his actions contribute to the perpetuation of hate, stereotypes, and objectification, which targets and hurts some people from the Jewish, Black, Chinese, Hawaiian, Inuit, LGBTQ+ communities, as well as women.”"
I don't have anything to comment on with regards to the Speak Up Now hashtag, but I just want us all to keep in mind that this was quoted in the article, so that when we get to the next line...
"The statement refers to the derogatory comments Healy laughed about regarding the rapper Ice Spice on The Adam Friedland Show podcast in February and the questionable apology he delivered onstage last month."
... we can all recognize that the comments on Ice Spice were definitely not the only concerns. If you have to minimize the concerns in order to fight them, then you've already admitted defeat. (I don't even know why I bothered to read the rest of the article. Call it morbid curiosity.)
"This is all part of Healy’s artistry: an intricate, tangled web of bits intended to rile you up and piss you off. This is the guy who eats raw meat onstage, gives Nazi salutes, and delivers intelligent observations like, “I’m obsessed with my d*** for some reason.” Stupid S*** is his brand. Are we really supposed to take anything he says seriously?"
So what you're telling me is that giving Nazi salutes is his brand? I'm sorry, how is that meant to be a fucking defense?
I wouldn't "take him seriously" as in engage in real academic discussion with him, no, because he's acting like a fucking moron and there's a snowball's chance in hell of him responding to criticism in good faith (see: that time he was Islamophobic and refused to be corrected by an actual Muslim). But when a person shows you who they are, you believe them. He's saying stupid things, and I'm "taking him seriously" in that when he acts racist, I call it racist.
"I’m not here to answer that, but I am here to tell you that none of it is Taylor’s problem. For the last 17 years, we’ve held this woman responsible for the actions of men she chooses to spend time with, and it’s time to stop."
I've not been on Swiftie social media for long, so I don't know a lot about what pre-Joe discourse was like. But from what I (as a non-Swiftie) understood of it, the criticism leveled at Swift was that expressed in "Shake It Off": "[she goes] on too many dates / but [she] can't make 'em stay". That's not criticizing her for men's actions, that was slut-shaming.
I also want to point out the use of the word "chooses". The author is blatantly acknowledging that this is a choice, while also saying we can't hold her responsible for it. I'm sorry, but if you make a choice, then you will be held responsible for that choice (that goes for both appreciation for the good and consequences for the bad).
"It would be fair to criticize her for walking out of Electric Lady with the ghost of Pol Pot or wondering why her dad and Matt Lauer are grooving out to her performance of “22.”"
Oh, yes, my favorite argument: absolve racist people of their racism because at least they aren't genocidal dictators. Did we learn nothing about systemic racism? During the Lover era, Swift acknowledged the importance of being anti-racist, not just "not racist". And "not a genocidal dictator" is an even lower standard than "not racist". So no, it's not ok to be racist, even if you're not a genocidal dictator.
As for Matt Lauer, as I understand it, then main allegation against him is sexual misconduct. In which case I would like to bring your attention to Where the Crawdads Sing and David 'O Russell. Huh, seems like this article is actually arguing that we shouldn't cancel Swift now, because we should've cancelled her back then.
"But this is just a hot sleazeball who wants Oasis back together (I don’t know about you, but I’ve dated a lot of guys who fit that description), and it’s up to Taylor to spend her time as she pleases."
A HOT SLEAZEBALL WHO WANTS OASIS BACK TOGETHER. That's what the author got from all of Healy's shitty behavior??? He's hot (ok fine whatever allos i'll never understand you). He's a sleazeball (yeah he does look like one). He wants Oasis back together (i have never listened to them and refuse to go down another research rabbit hole). Those 3 things seem pretty unproblematic, sure, and yeah, I'm sure plenty of people have dated those kinds of people.
BUT THAT IS NOT ALL THAT HEALY HAS DONE. Like, fucking hell, I'm not sure how Nazi salutes or torture porn are ANYWHERE near the same fucking level as "wants Oasis back together". Do you understand how confused I am by this argument????
"“While individuals have the right to make their own choices and form relationships, we believe that it is essential for those in the public eye to take a stand against discrimination and hold themselves and their associates accountable,” the open letter reads. But that’s just the thing: We don’t treat Taylor like an individual."
... cool, cool, well then it's time to start treating her like an individual. Again, the author is not actually making counterpoints to the Speak Up Now letter; rather, it's picking random words to expound upon.
However fans treat Swift does not exempt her from being held to standards, m-kay? (If anything, existing so publicly and wielding the social power that she does means holding her to higher standards than randos with no influence.)
"We treat her like a deity, one who must re-record “Snow on the Beach” because the original didn’t have enough Lana, and who needs to get political again since it’s been three years and 119 days since she did so in Miss Americana, and that’s far too long."
...I'm so confused, what does treating Swift like a deity have anything to do with the "Snow on the Beach" re-record? I'm lost. Someone help me. I do not understand.
Also whatever the motivation behind re-recording "Snow on the Beach", whether or not it's apparently because we treat Swift like a deity... that's called capitalism? Fans have the right to criticize your work?
3 years and 119 days is actually far too long since getting political if you once said that you'd always stand with marginalized communities. And as I've said in other posts, she is getting political now by associated with Healy. That's a political statement, like it or not. So she's involved. We're just saying it'd be nice if she was involved in supporting human rights as opposed to torture porn!
"If Swift were a man, we wouldn’t be having this conversation."
... I have so many criticisms of "The Man", do not even fucking get me started.
(As I have also said before, feminism shouldn't be about giving permission to women to be pieces of shit: it should be about stopping men from being pieces of shit. I went over this in my post on "The Man" already, but here's my summary: pretty much every behavior exalted in "The Man" (both the lyrics and music video) is NOT admirable. I swear, no one wants to hear about how you're a millionaire when so many people in your country are struggling to pay rent, or tuition, or for life-saving medications. No one I know respects Leonardo DiCaprio's sexual habits; I thought we were all making fun of him for dating young women under 25? If you're urinating in public, I do not care if you're a man, a woman, or non-binary, I will be angry. Anyways, the point is feminism is meant to fight The Man, not to become The Man.)
I can't speak for anyone else, but personally? I'd be fucking pissed about this situation whether or not Swift was a man.
Can't wait to be accused of more internalized misogyny because I criticized a woman. Lay it all on me.
[screams]
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