#also bob drop your spotify @

[mrs-monaghan]

OMG Tae did way worse than I expected 💀💀💀

Slow Dancing - #3 on Billboard's Global Excl US. Jimin did #2 because of that Morgan whale

#4 on Billboard's Global 200 this week! - JM #2

BB 200 - Tae - #2 100K album, JM #2 164K.

BB 100 - Jm #1, Tae - #51 💀💀

the way most popular member charted below than Suga is crazy lol. Even Jimin's all hated Bside SMF ate it up so bad (#30 BB). This is answer to his rabid stans than internet popularity doesn't give you a shit irl. First outchart supposedly unpopular rapline before getting Park Jimin's lowest numbers lmao

Before I comment on this I would just like it to be known; I AM NOT A V ANTI!!!!!

This isn't a disclaimer. I am only stating this because of the asks I've go10 shitting on him. I will not be posting those. I don't blame anyone but myself. I know I have allowed people to vent about him here before and I was definitely among the people getting pissed at the JK name dropping but I'm pretty chill these days. So V's antics don't bother me and also there is something about binging all that Layover content continously that just reminds you that V is not the monster people paint him out to be.

If you haven't had the time i recommend this video. It was my favourite and I quite enjoyed it.

He is funny and honestly I also wanna say adorable 😂😂

Sure, the way he treats those around him could use some adjustment. But those around him seem to love him just fine so who I'm I to be mad at him, you know?

Now that that's out of the way, let's indeed talk numbers. I've said multiple times the 2 most popular members are Jimin and JK. Not V and JK. We've seen this before but sure, let's revisit the topic.

So a friend of mine who quite enjoys keeping tabs on numbers did the following math:

September 9th Streams, Thailand percentage compared to overall Streams:

Seven: 17,6 %

Slow Dancing: 29,6 %

Like Crazy: 8,7 %

So this is the amount of Streams Thailand had for the Maknae line Main Tracks on September 9th, Compared to worldwide Streams.

😁

Maknae Line, Main Track Streams Debut Day. Global vs USA vs Thailand

Debut Streams "Seven":

Global: 15,99 M

USA: 2,064 M (12,9 %)

Thailand: 1,3 M (8,13 %)

*

Debut Streams "Like Crazy":

Global: 6,6 M

USA: 0.997 M (15,1 %)

Thailand: 0,165 M (7,5 %)

*

Debut Streams "Slow Dancing":

Global: 6,14 M

USA: 0,388 M (6,3 %)

Thailand: 0,970 M (15,8 %)

These are the Streams for each Main Track's Debut Day. Global vs US vs Thailand

In conclusion:

-USA and Thailand looooooove JK. BUT Seven is charting in 71 out of 72 (wow) eligble Spotify countries. So it's a bob and a hit globally.

-USA loooooooooves Jimin. Thailand, not so much 😬

-Thailand absolutely looooooves V. USA, not so much.

But we kinda already knew this no? Alot of vermin are in Thailand, Vietnam and Philippines, etc. SouthEastAsian is Taekook domain statistically speaking. But the thing is, its still mostly V they prioritize. SEVEN experienced global success coz JK appears to be a fan favourite everywhere. So that helps him even when the SouthEastAsians decide to mostly support V.

So assuming these calculations are correct, which they should be since they are from Spotify Global, (feel free to go do your own) I really don't understand how it was concluded V is the most popular member. And there is many more countries to choose from, my friend only used Thailand coz its one of the countries that stream the most.

People assuming V is the most popular coz of his followers on IG, Guys, Instagram is only one app. V solos n V biased Armys can convince themselves that he's the most popular but numbers do not lie. Chapter 2 has shown that that, is not the case at all. I mean if you've been on twitter you've seen V hasn't even been able to beat Suga in certain categories and records. Like anon said.

The purpose of my post is not to say V isn't liked. That would be a lie. I'm just saying if anything JK is the most popular BTS member. And that's on fax 💯💯💯💯 with Jimin being a very, very, close second. And I know by saying this I am beating a dead horse atp but if Jimin had go10 the push JK did they would either be head to head or he would have surpassed him. So imagine what a big deal it is, that Jimin is doing so well right now and he didn't even get that huge company support.

US album sales were 3K according to Billboard, thats like 30k singles. China did 800k 😱 Asia loves V. US however, which is where it counts for Billboard, do not. Billboard sabotaged all Asians after Jimin won, which means if JK hadn't go10 radio play he never would have won. So, without radio play, V was never going to get that number 1. Those who aren't dillusional already knew this. So we aren't surprised

#ask shaz #bts ask #jimin is king #bts #jimin face #jungkook seven #v layover #jimin #jungkook #jikook #power couple

[callsign-joyride]

Mayhem | Bob Floyd

Summary: After the first day of training, Bob decides that he needs to talk to you. You run into Hangman along the way, and Coyote confirms some suspicions.

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Mitchell f!reader (callsign: Mayhem)

Content warnings: Cursing, slight angst, Hangman being a menace

Spotify playlist | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

A/N: If you want to join the taglist for this series, all you have to do is leave a comment!

Training for the day had been over, and you were just getting out of the shower when Bob texted you. All it said was that he needed to talk to you and the number of his dorm. You sighed and put comfortable clothes on before grabbing your bag and heading in the direction of the dorms.

It was just your luck that Hangman was walking in the direction that you just came from.

"Y/N? What are you doing here? Bradshaw's on a food run."

"Well, right now, I'm walking down this hallway. What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Phoenix's room is in the other direction."

"Shut up."

Hangman kept on walking, and you were soon in front of the door to Bob's room. A few moments passed between you knocking and Bob opening the door, but he welcomed you into his room.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" You asked, as you put your bag by the door and kicked your shoes off.

"Why didn't you tell me that your dad is training us for this mission?" Bob asked.

It took everything in you not to let out a laugh. Someone told him and while you weren't 100% certain who it was, you definitely had your guesses.

"Um, because I didn't know that he was going to be training us. You know how it is. No one tells anyone anything. I don't talk about missions with my dad. Deployment, maybe. But missions? We could both lose our careers over that."

"Well, Hangman thinks you'll get selected to fly."

"You can tell Hangman to kiss my ass. I don't know who called all of us back, but I can't fly the mission if my dad flies. It's too risky. Why does he care, anyways? Fly boy thinks he's better than everyone else here."

"Yeah, you're right about that. Uh, I also wanted to ask if you wanted to go out sometime? My treat."

"Sure. I should probably get going, though. I told my dad I would meet him for dinner. I'll text you," you said. Bob nodded his head and grabbed your bag for you before opening the door. You made it to the parking lot before Coyote stopped you.

"Coyote, I would love to stay and chat but I'm running late to dinner and I'm kinda pissed."

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. It seems like you would rather die than be in the same room as Hangman. What's that about?"

You dropped your bag and turned around.

"You can't tell anyone, got it?"

"Yeah."

"Two years ago, we got deployed to Spain. We were there for six months. God, this is embarrassing. While we were there, we had a friends with benefits thing going. That was for, like, the whole time. I caught feelings and let's just say that it didn't end well. This is the first time I've seen him since."

"Is that why you and Bob...?"

"Oh my God, no! I ignored Hangman all of last night."

"Well, he didn't ignore you. He's been trying to put the moves on you since you walked into The Hard Deck."

You wanted so badly to cry. Even though Coyote didn't say it, you knew that Hangman told Bob. Of course he did. I'm gonna kill him. Without a word, you picked up your bag and made it to your car. You sent the, "On my way," text to your dad before starting the engine and blaring your music. You waved to Rooster as you drove by him in the parking lot and really started to hit the road.

"I don't think it's a good idea for me to fly in the mission. Like, at all," you told Maverick as you helped him do the dishes after dinner.

"Why? You've got the qualifications and you did really well during training today."

I'm gonna regret this.

"I slept with Hangman."

"You what?"

"Remember like two years ago when I got deployed?"

Maverick nodded his head.

"It was during the entire deployment. That's basically why I hate him, because it didn't end well. I don't thnk it's even a good idea for me to continue training."

"Listen, I'm not mad at you. It's too early to say anything about who I'm picking for the mission, but I won't put you in the air with him. You should finish training, though. I don't know the consequences of quitting training but I can ask Ice when I see him tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay. Wait, did Ice make you do this?"

"You know I can't tell you that. Oh, and please don't date or hook up with anymore of your colleagues."

You're kind of too late for that piece of advice.

A few hours passed and you laid in your bed, texting everyone. The group chat was talking about who was going to the gym with who, and you were texting Bob about the date.

Taglist:

@peaches-1999 @paintballkid711 @tallrock35

#bob floyd x reader #top gun maverick #bob floyd #maverick #pheonix #rooster #hangman #bradley bradshaw #pete mitchell #natasha trace #jake seresin #coyote #robert bob floyd

[billgavemeextrachips]

Friend: I would love to hear the story behind Time It Has No Day. Any particular inspirations? Any particular head-canon projects you were pursuing? Did you make a mood board? Did you make a playlist? Basically you should imagine what question you wish people would ask you about your story, and pretend I have asked it here!

AAAAAAH! THANK YOU for giving me the opportunity to geek out about my playlist!

My inspo playlist on Spotify is here. I will walk you through it under the Read More. I'm SO psyched to do this, you have no idea! Thank you, friend! :)

1. "Eyes of A Child !" (The Moody Blues): This is where the phrase "Time It Has No Day" comes from. Very early on in the project, the fic was titled "Ponds by the Sea" instead. But then I picked a slightly more inland vacation spot for River and her parents, and decided to let my musical fangirling run free, hence the new title.

Tracks 2-3 helped me work up the Feels to write about River missing her parents. Honorary mention to "Chasing the Sun," another Sara Bareilles song from the same album as "Manhattan." With its mention of "a cemetery in the center of Queens" and the line "you said 'remember that life is not meant to be wasted," it always makes me think of Amy deciding to go back in time with her husband.

Tracks 4-6 are all played by Twelve on his guitar in the patio scene of chapter 6. "For Emily, Wherever I May Find Her," isn't mentioned by name. But it's what I hear when the Doctor "strikes up a repeating arpeggio," then suggests the name Emily for their baby.

7. "Kooks" (David Bowie): This was one of those songs I picked out super early and wrote towards. First of all, it's David Bowie, one of PCap's faves. And second, the pre-parental cuteness omg. I'm surprised this song's not referenced in more babyfics, tbh.

8. "Mean Old Man" (James Taylor): It has a kind of gentle humor that reminds me of Twelve and River's relationship in general. It's also loosely associated in my head with the scene where they're getting dressed for Ramon and Nardole's wedding.

9. "Overjoyed" (Stevie Wonder): Obviously I wanted Twelve to request a Stevie Wonder song for him and River to dance to. I considered "Isn't She Lovely?", but the words would be directed more at the baby than River. Also, I find that one a little too cheesy, even for me. I'm not thrilled with the lyrics of "Overjoyed," but I think that musically, it's one of Stevie's prettiest love songs. (Granted, I really only know his big hits.)

10. "Pink Moon" (Nick Drake): Pure self-indulgence, but can you blame me? Imagine Peter Capaldi singing and playing this song on a lazy summer evening, and tell me you don't melt.

11. "Lay, Lady, Lay" (Bob Dylan): I was a little bummed when I saw that Abbey Road was released 5 months too late for Anthony to bring home to his parents after spring break. Dylan worked out well, though, since 1) he was at the Isle of Wight (foreshadowing to chapter 16!) and 2) "Lay Lady Lay" has this kind of languid, laid-back romance to it that I think goes well with The Vibe(tm) of the whole fic.

12. "In the Still of the Night" (Ella Fitzgerald): Not my usual genre, but I can absolutely see River being an Ella Fitzgerald fan. I heard this song years ago and thought it was lovely. It was one of the first songs I added to the playlist, so I was "writing towards" it for a looong time.

13. "The Only Living Boy in New York" (Simon & Garfunkel): Runs through Amy's head when she imagines seeing her Raggedy Doctor again. Although I'm considering dropping the direct reference in Chapter 10, since it's highly improbable that readers will guess the correct song from the kinda-sorta-lyrics given. It'll always stay on my inspo list, though. :)

14. "Tuesday Afternoon" (The Moody Blues): Of course I had River and her parents meet up on a Tuesday Afternoon.

Tracks 15-16: Just some atmosphere for the cottage holiday chapters.

Tracks 17-18: These songs really were performed at the 1969 Isle of Wight festival. I had to go hunting through various performers' IOW 1969 setlists for something to give Jack his 'haunted moment.' I listened to some awesome new-to-me music in the process, before settling on "Ramblin' Boy."

19. "Gypsy" (The Moody Blues): This song was performed at the 1970 Isle of Wight festival. It wasn't released until November of '69. Having it appear in the band's August '69 set list is a leeetle stretch, but not impossible; it just would have been a "preview" from their upcoming album. (As Justin Hayward explains in the fic, lol.) I feel the stretch is justified by just how perfectly this song encapsulates Ten in Last of the Timelords Angst Mode(tm).

Tracks 20-25 are all directly referenced in the last few chapters of the fic.

22. "Fly Me to the Moon" (Frank Sinatra): When Peter received a BAFTA last year, Simon Blackwell talked about how Peter would sing "Fly Me to the Moon" for vocal warm-ups while filming In the Loop. (Can you imagine hearing that???) I just had to use that one, even if Twelve singing it to River during her labor would've been a much softer, gentler performance than vocal warm-ups.

23. "Time in a Bottle" (Jim Croce): Croce wrote this song when his wife told him she was pregnant. The reason River complains it's "too sad" is because it was released shortly after Croce was killed in a plane crash 3 years later.

Oof. Sorry to end on a bit of a downer there. I really appreciated this ask! The music I associate with this project is very special to me.

I think all fanfic should be self-indulgent, but I specifically let myself get as self-indulgent as I wanted with the music referenced in Time It Has No Day. I picked songs that resonated with me, or I thought would resonate with the characters, without paring down to what would be most recognizable or make the most sense.

Making Rory Williams a millennial Moody Blues fan? Why not? I know they exist because I am one, and I remember what it was like to be teased for it. (Although my peers have given me less flak as we've all grown up.) Making Twelve think the Moodies are boring? Well, I had to go for the Malcolm Tucker reference. Besides, it's good to poke a little fun at your own faves every once in awhile.

#music #classic rock #fanfic #doctor who #doctor who fanfic #pregnancy fic #the moody blues

[einsteinsugly]

Eric and Donna's Playlist, via Spotify (by einsteinsugly/megannoodlesoup). 79 songs, and counting!

If season 8 is canon...

"Africa" by Toto

"Blackbird" by The Beatles

"So Far Away" by Carole King

"Smoke from a Distant Fire" by Sanford Townsend Band (almost verse specific, but whatever)

"What You Won't Do For Love" by Bobby Caldwell

Verse specific...

"Come On Eileen" by Dexy's Midnight Runners (a song Donna hates)

"Ebony and Ivory" by Paul McCartney

"Everybody Wants To Rule the World" by Tears for Fears

"Land of Confusion" by Genesis

"New York State of Mind" by Billy Joel

"Shout" by Tears for Fears

"We Didn't Start The Fire" by Billy Joel

Some contemporary jams (from the 21st century)...

"100 Years" by Five for Fighting

"Daughters" by John Mayer

"Drive" by Incubus

"Drops of Jupiter (Tell Me)" by Train

"Island In The Sun" by Weezer

"Lucky" by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat

"The Only Exception" by Paramore

"Perfect" by Ed Sheeran

"Shut Up and Dance" by Walk the Moon

And the rest...

"Advice for the Young at Heart" by Tears for Fears

"Bridge Over Troubled Water" by Simon and Garfunkel

"California Dreamin'" by The Mamas and The Papas

"Can't Buy Me Love" by The Beatles

"Change the World" by Eric Clapton

"Christmas Time is Here" by the Vince Guaraldi Trio

"Circle of Life" from the Lion King

"Come Sail Away" by Styx

"Come Together" by The Beatles

"Don't Stop Believin'" by Journey

"Do You Believe in Magic?" by The Lovin' Spoonful

"Dream On" by Aerosmith

"Dream Weaver" by Gary Wright

"Dude (Looks Like a Lady)" by Aerosmith (Donna jokes that this is Eric's song)

"Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic" by The Police

"Fernando" by ABBA

"Groovin'" by The Young Rascals

"Head Over Heels" by Tears for Fears

"Hello It's Me" by Todd Rundgren

"Here Comes The Sun" by The Beatles (shared with Jackie and Hyde)

"Hip To Be Square" by Huey Lewis and the News (Donna refutes this)

"How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved by You)" by James Taylor

"I Don't Want to Miss a Thing" by Aerosmith

"I'm In Love With a Girl" by Big Star

"In My Life" by The Beatles

"I Want To Hold Your Hand" by The Beatles

"Just The Way You Are" by Billy Joel

"Lean on Me" by Bill Withers

"Let's Stay Together" by Al Green

"Livin' on a Prayer" by Bon Jovi

"Love is the Answer" by Utopia

"Love of My Life" by Queen (also shared with Jackie and Hyde)

"Low Rider" by War

"Make Me Smile" by Chicago

"Maybe I'm Amazed" by Paul McCartney

"Moondance" by Van Morrison

"Night Moves" by Bob Seger

"No Matter What" by Badfinger

"Our House" by Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young

"Peaceful Easy Feeling" by The Eagles

"The Power of Love" by Huey Lewis and the News

"Reelin' in the Years" by Steely Dan

"Saturday in the Park" by Chicago

"She's So High" by Tal Bachman

"Silly Love Songs" by Wings

"Something" by The Beatles

"Somewhere in My Memory" John Williams (from Home Alone)

"Smooth" by Santana ft Rob Thomas (shared with Jackie and Hyde)

"Still The One" by Orleans

"Thirteen" by Big Star

"Time" by Hootie and the Blowfish

"Walk This Way" by Aerosmith

"With a Little Help From My Friends" by Joe Cocker (The Wonder Years version)

"Wonderful Christmastime" by Paul McCartney

"Yesterday" by The Beatles

"You're My Best Friend" by Queen

"You've Got a Friend" by Carole King

"You've Got a Friend" by James Taylor

#that 70s show #that 90s show #eric and donna #eric forman #donna pinciotti #jackie and hyde #my moodboards #my playlists

[rainydawgradioblog]

10 most underrated Joni Mitchell songs

Joni Mitchell’s surprise return to Spotify marks the first day of my life. Two grueling years of mp3 downloads, YouTube video playlists, and Apple Music temptations took quite the toll, but we’ve made it. To celebrate, here’s a list of 10 criminally underrated Joni bangers that deserve your streams. Now!

“Refuge of the Roads” (1976)

The ultimate highway soundtrack, “Refuge of the Roads” is an escapist hallucination with some of the sexiest bass you’ll ever hear. Joni’s on the run, hiding from the critics and her deep-seeded feelings of love that keep her from being the picture of independence she longed to be. The song details her miraculous recovery from cocaine addiction thanks to a Tibetan Buddhist master in Colorado and the insignificance of her emotional existence. It’s also one of her favorite songs she ever recorded!

“Judgment of the Moon and Stars (Ludwig’s Tune)” (1972)

A piano tribute to Beethoven, “Ludwig’s Tune” is Joni finding solace in another legendary musician’s experience of being misinterpreted. Just like Ludwig, her art was deemed “too raw” at a time where no one was trauma dumping like Joni was. The song is a peak in Joni’s orchestration skills, with glorious winds and vocal runs, plus some of her best poetry to match. 

“Talk to Me” (1977)

I never thought the same woman who sang “A Case Of You” would be literally chicken squawking on record, but we’re blessed to live in that reality. Joni’s sense of humor on “Talk To Me” is on full display, dodging punchy acoustic guitar and raging fretless bass, begging “Mr. Mystery” (presumably Bob Dylan) to talk to her. “You spend every sentence as if it was marked currency / Come and spend some on me” is lyrical brilliance, not to mention one of the most iconic opening lines, period.

“Harry’s House/Centerpiece” (1975)

Joni’s storytelling skills fly under the radar way too often, despite her pointed observations in “Harry’s House/Centerpiece” being one of the greatest critiques of gender roles in music. Her blend of jazz fusion and a jazz standard adds to the traditional versus modern views of gender roles she’s observing, and her top tier crooning sells it hard. Not to mention Harry Styles named a whole album after the song!

Borderline (1994)

Not many of Joni’s songs match the intensity of “Borderline,” with a drop dead gorgeous steel guitar/organ combo and insightful 50-year-old cynicism. I think of “Borderline” as her 90s version of “Both Sides Now”. She makes sure to remind us that no one really knows life at all, and pretending otherwise only builds the borderlines between us. A brutally honest queen!

“Love” (1982)

For someone who allegedly doesn’t know love at all, Joni seems very well-acquainted with it on this song. Her insightful takes are a lot to digest, but they’re paired with winding early-80s production that work seamlessly. Think Leonard Cohen-level poetry and Steely Dan-esque funk with just a touch of 80s cheesiness.  

“People’s Parties” (1974)

Even Joni has social anxiety, and “People’s Parties” is very that. Her descriptions of the posh social climbers and dramatics at the exclusive events she attends is strangely relatable to your average introvert, while also serving up a juicy critique of elitism in showbusiness. “People’s Parties” is some of her most charismatic musical phrasing, and her lower register in the outro scratches every itch in my brain. 

“The Dry Cleaner From Des Moines” (1979)

Charles Mingus pulled something so specific out of Joni that is not talked about enough. On “TDCFDM,” Joni’s practically playing the part of every instrument next to bumbling bass, skittering drums, floating saxophone, and razor-sharp horns, and sounding next-level doing it. If anything Joni’s made proves her supernatural abilities, it’s this song.

Conversation (1970)

“Conversation” is the original love triangle song, and Joni is feeling chaotic. She’s helplessly flirting back and forth with a guy who’s taken, bringing him apples and cheese and listening to him rant about his relationship issues. Sonically the song is the perfect encapsulation of obsessing over someone new, and her signature soprano is perfection as per usual. 

The Last Time I Saw Richard (1971)

Holding a candle to ballads like “A Case Of You” and “River” seems unthinkable, but Blue’s closer makes it look easy. Richard and Joni play two sides of a spectrum; Richard being chewed up and spit out by pain and heartbreak, while Joni is fighting for optimism amidst the emotional devastation we hear on Blue. Joni’s pissed and panicked that someone could give up on happiness, so she’s “gonna blow this damn candle out,” refusing to let life get the best of her. 

Here's my comprehensive guide to Joni in playlist form including influences, influencers, and more. Happy listening!

Mead Gill

[musicarenagh]

DT Unveils: The Evolution Behind 'Only a Matter of Time 2' Welcome to DT's world. Here, music keeps changing and growing like living things! He's the person behind "Only a Matter of Time 2," which is his second project. He believes that success will eventually arrive as it did before in "Time Part 1". DT's stage name came from his initials, but they were not picked by him. It stuck when folks began calling him that, and he accepted it. His ideas come easily. They are fired up by his love for music and respecting artists such as Larry June and Baby Face Ray, like a spark does naturally in the open air without help or support from anything else outside of itself (i.e., something not needed). His music, as he explains it, is simple and natural, it makes you move your head to the tune while listening. He enjoys playing basketball, gaming and exploring places apart from music. He's getting into basketball again after an injury. It is another thing he loves to do now. He is getting ready to put out new music, videos, joint works and another big idea beginning 2024. DT wants his fans to understand he's always there for them and is very grateful for their backing. "Only a Matter of Time 2" isn't just an album, it's DT believing in his inevitable success. For him, it's not simply a job; instead, he sees chance at tomorrow. Listen to Only a Matter of Time 2 below https://open.spotify.com/album/5TtrCTdV4jDy5rQNtigl2M Follow DT on Twitter Spotify Youtube Instagram Tiktok What is your stage name? DT Is there a story behind your stage name? It’s my initial’s I actually didn’t even give myself the nickname name but I liked it once people start calling me that, so I start going by that. Where do you find inspiration? it’s natural to me . Always been a passion of mine. I’m also inspired by other artist like Larry June, baby face ray. It’s a few more but those are my main two What was the role of music in the early years of your life? I enjoyed it it always helped my mood I prob had headphones on most of the time as teen. Are you from a musical or artistic family? Somewhat my mom likes to sing but she never got into recording . Couple only cousins do music too. Who inspired you to be a part of the music industry? It’s really just me . I like my music honestly . It motivates me to make more I get tired of hearing the same songs or waiting in my favorite artist to drop music so It push me to make more . [caption id="attachment_53478" align="alignnone" width="2000"] It’s really just me . I like my music honestly . It motivates me[/caption] How did you learn to sing/write/to play? Naturally it’s just something I can do I use to write raps in middle school I had a blue book I kept in my back pocket . What was the first concert that you ever went to and who did you see perform? I think it was young jeezy. How could you describe your music? It’s raw it’s organic but it makes you bob your head . I love my sound . Describe Describe your creative process. I honestly write random I could be out shopping and and lyrics just start coming to my head . I use to didn’t write them now but now I write everything Down I think that’s why music better . What is your main inspiration? just hearing my music . What musician do you admire most and why? Larry June . We kinda move the same in my eyes and people say our music kinds give the same vibes when I be on my smooth tip . Did your style evolve since the beginning of your career? Yes it definitely did I can probably rap on any beat now days . Who do you see as your main competitor?Me its always me vs me because I’m the only person who can slow me down . What are your interests outside of music? Basketball , video games relaxing & Traveling If it wasn't a music career, what would you be doing? Basketball is my other career . I’m getting back into that as we speak I was hurt so I took a break from it. What is the biggest problem you have encountered in the journey of music?

The people you deal with and trying to get where I need it be with my music. If you could change one thing in the music industry, what would it be? It’s A lot of people fake in the music industry. https://open.spotify.com/artist/3Hls0FRZPqf3x07edzHrNY?si=Re_w919gQ6CT-dtM2whcxw Why did you choose this as the title of this project? The meaning is literal it’s only a matter of time before I blow up. That’s how I see it . I feel it . What are your plans for the coming months? Drop some singles a couple videos , another tape for my brother vinnie LLV2 coming early 2024 . I have a few other tapes in the works sitting on 3 collab taps so they all coming soon . Do you have any artistic collaboration plans I have a few . What message would you like to give to your fans? Don’t be afraid to reach out to me , I  appreciate every stream . Who ever a fan of me I love you , I love all my fans I appreciate the support .

#Music #DT #DTdropsOnlyAMatterOfTime #DTOnlyAMatterOfTime #DToutwithOnlyAMatterOfTime #DTreleasesOnlyAMatterOfTime #DTwithOnlyAMatterOfTime #OnlyAMatterOfTime #OnlyAMatterOfTimebyDT #OnlyAMatterOfTimeDT #OnlyAMatterOfTimefromDT

[charlotteswebbbbb]

What's the vibe #4

Welcome to the 4th edition!

First of all I would like to say...MOVEMENT is *in*. It's always in but I think right now we all need to move our bodies, be moved by someone else moving their body or just feel something. Vibe check done.

I'm trying to find also some more research on dance music during recessions that don't revolve around a tweet made in June/July but I think that this blog post is as close to history and context right now.

On The Runway:

AVAVAV SS23 - models stacking!

Twins - Sunnei & Gucci SS23

About Sunnei by Dazed:

"Having worked on the concept and casting for months, designers Simone Rizzo and Loris Messina said the show was a comment on how clothing alters our sense of self, fracturing our identity into multiple fragments that can be picked-up and dropped at breakneck speed. The collection harboured as much mischief as the presentation itself – there were neoprene skirt-trouser hybrids; fuzzy halter necks in glitching chequerboard patterns; tunics that ballooned into overblown track pants; plastic dresses in red and yellow emergency arrows; and tubular mini dresses that bobbed up and down the body."

Techno Boy

New Off White SS23 - rebirth, protection, newness

Loewe

Miu Miu - utility! heavy on the hip (old ref - the Mona Lisa's been seen before)

AMBUSH - inspired by Tokyo club culture

Politics:

Nord Stream leaks (4 of them as of Friday) increases tension internationally between the countries that think it's sabotage. For more info and a primer here's The BBC.

In Britain with the pound falling and coming back up again and people not being able to afford mortgages (one of a Brit's famed possession and investments), the national mood is low. Low and disgruntled.

In Italy, they've elected Giorgia Meloni of Brothers of Italy to create one of the most right wing governments since WWII 🥴 Here's a good catch up on who she is and her politics.

Elon Musk has said he's finally going to buy Twitter for $44 billion and wants to make it a WeChat-style app called "X".

From the NYT:

Interesting customer advances:

Virgin Atlantic are rolling out new changes to their gender identity policy for employees, includes allowing employees the choice to wear uniform which allows with how they express their gender and also allowing customers and staff to get optional pronoun badges when checking in for a flight.

"Launched as part of its ‘Be Yourself’ agenda, the airline has already unveiled a series of industry-leading inclusivity initiatives for its people to ensure they can truly be themselves at work and feel comfortable in their roles. This latest addition follows a decision in 2019 to offer cabin crew the choice whether to wear make-up as well as the option to wear trousers and flat shoes. More recently the airline lifted restrictions around allowing visible tattoos for crew members and its front line people.:

"The announcement comes as research finds that enabling employees to express their true selves at work boosts happiness (65%), increases mental wellbeing (49%), creates a more positive workplace culture (36%) and provides a better experience for customers (24%). Employees also reported feeling more accepted and comfortable when able to be their true selves at work (26%) and an increased sense of loyalty to their employer (21%)."

Kerings KNXT experimentation with Web3- I just think brand really struggle with web3, like with authenticity...the aesthetics are very bro-y.

Show Studio drop their own NFTs - OK?

Netflix opening a games studio - a bit like Spotify right now, does anyone know what they're doing? I do think this is an underrated market......not many collabs done well?

Things to read:

Please note - the future of travel - use of passports in maybe a borderless world? Freezing your best youthful self in time? Still the allure of the Photo Booth continues - it's singular, controlled

OK, that's all see you next week!

#what's the vibe #the vibe #whats the vibe #vibe

[itwas50yearsagotoday]

8/15/22:  It was 50 years ago today, August 15th, 1972, the Band would release their fifth record, the double-album live ‘Rock of Ages.’  It was recorded at the Palladium (a.k.a. ‘Academy of Music’) in New York City over the remaining four nights of 1971, culminating with a visit by Bob Dylan on New Years Eve.  If you are interested in the Band and what kind of music they play, this I think might be an excellent starting point... although you may be spoiled, because some of these live versions are better than their studio counterparts.  The opening track is ‘Don’t Do It’, which is a cover of Marvin Gaye’s ‘Baby Don’t You Do It’... holy shit, is it groovy, and it would be the group’s second and final song to chart on the U.S. Top 40, peaking at #34.  It deserved better... it’s just fucking great, and a great album opener.  Actually track two is one of those live versions that is just so much better than the original, ‘King Harvest’... the opening organ lines from Richard Manuel are oddly trippy, and they just flow through, and the horns pop in... it’s just a cool version.  Maybe the best live version of any song here is ‘Rag Mama Rag’ which has this awesome tuba all the way through that doesn’t get old... somehow the song just burns, such a cool track I find my head just bobbin’ along.  Before I get too much further, over the years this record has had multiple releases, with different material, in different order, etc.  Spotify has basically the definitive version, that includes all of the music, plus bonuses, plus Bob Dylan’s tracks, etc.  So stick with Spotify if you are just learning about the group.  Also, besides the usual Band members, there are several horn players here too on this record, with arrangements by New Orleans legend Allen Toussaint.  Anyway, another live version that I dig a bit better is ‘The Shape I’m In’, again with that trippy keyboard... very upbeat.  There is just a lotta damn joy on this record.  The rest of the live versions are all good to great... like I said, this record could serve as a decent intro to the Band.  Then, at last, you get the four tracks where their former boss Bob drops in and peels off four goodies:  ‘Down In the Flood’, ‘When I Paint My Masterpiece’, ‘Don’t Ya Tell Henry’, and an interesting take on ‘Like a Rolling Stone’.  If you’re a Dylan fan these tracks are essential in what is kind of a minor Dark Age for Mr. Zimmerman.  So I’ve condensed 28 songs or 2 hours of music into a lame-ass review.  I think even the most jaded Gen-Xer or Millennial might find something of value on this record.  Very much worth your time.

[icanttakethemonmyown]

HIIII it's me, the silly question anon again ! It's our weekly shitty question to entertain everyone, or at least try. Just a quick note to everyone who wants a silly question to able the anon ask in your ask box. Leeets go!

Can you choose each of the boys an album and tell us why you chose it?

OKAY OKAY OKAY can i just say what an honour it was to receive one of these!! thank you so much!!

so i chose these albums off of vibes alone, like i don't really have coherent, relevant reasons for them but just go with me pls lmao

first up, for Van I chose: First Impressions of Earth by The Strokes

He has mentioned in interviews that it is his favourite Strokes album so my mind just automatically connects it to him and Heart In a Cage is a fuckin tuuuuune so

For Bondy, I chose: Around The Earth in A Day by Prince & The Revolution

I feel like Bondy's was the hardest to choose bc I tried keeping it with music I actually listen to and Bondy's music taste is definitely (amongst the guys) the furthest away from mine, the song that made me choose this album for him was Paisley Park. He put it in one of his playlists and I've been in love with it eversince (also for other reasons, but those who know, know heh)

For Bob, I chose: Hot Fuss by the Killers

I have no sense of what Bob's music taste is so this one is definitely off of pure vibes alone, but I know Bob is a big fan of the Killers' drummer and Hot Fuss is a phenomenal record not only with regards to the drums but overall and it's (sadly) the only Killers record I own on vinyl so

Okay so Benji's was the biggest stretch, but like go with me on this one. For Benji, I chose Sweetener by Ariana Grande

asdfghjkl i KNOW, but i was in the midst of my catfish hyperfixation resurgence when i heard goodnight n go for the first time and i connect it so strongly to Benji for reasons only the universe will understand, but it is an amazing record even though my favourite song off of it has the worst fucking title

once again, thank you so much, silly questions anon! hope i didnt go too overboard with the assignment asdfghjk

#sorry for the long post everyone #just felt like including the album art bc album artwork is one of my many passions lmao #but yes these are my choices and im kinda proud of them #benji hmu so we can jam out to sweetener together #and yes my favourite songs off sweetener are goodnight n go and p*te d*vidson dont @ me #hope these choices made sense #there were so many funny choices i couldve gone with #van x something to tell you im looking at you #but i decided to go with my genuine choices instead lol #also bob drop your spotify @ #pls i get apple music vibes from you and i need you to prove me wrong #asks #catb

[hermannsthumb]

Maria. *Grabs your face* MARIA. I would LOVE to see 15 bobbing for apples from the autumn fic meme written by you. Nothing would delight me more!

Anonymous asked: Halloween prompt #15 please!!... "Bobbing for apples but we meet accidentally underwater lady and the tramp style." OR "I thought we'd have fun bobbing for apples but you actually hate it and are really mad now"

15. Bobbing For Apples

from autumn fic prompts here

KATE ❤️__ ❤️for you id write anything... and anon the lady and the tramp scenario is so fucking funny/good

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It’s a really good thing that Hermann has Newt, because if Newt’s being honest, he has no damn clue what the poor dude would do without him. Work himself to death, probably. Or spend every Saturday night alone in his bunk. So depressing. Newt considers it his big charitable act of—well, of all time—to force Hermann into social functions, whether it's fun nights out at the bar (with Newt!), or down the hall a few feet for awesome movie marathons in Newt’s quarters (with Newt!), or something like tonight, which is a super awesome and fun Halloween party that, like, everyone on the base was invited to (including Newt!).

Hermann was all set to spend another night alone (probably changing the batteries in all his calculators or rearranging the hangers in his closet) when Newt dragged him out, more or less by the collar of his argyle sweater, with multiple threats to make his life a living hell the following week in the lab if he didn't comply immediately. "Seriously, dude," Newt had said, ominously, while Hermann looked at him like a furious cat ready to take a swipe, "you're gonna put in those vampire fangs and get drunk with me, or you're gonna regret it. I mean it." Newt was not opposed to blasting the shittiest depths of his Spotify account over his bluetooth speakers or using Hermann's favorite coffee mug to hold his dissection tools. Luckily for both of them, Hermann decided the risk wasn't worth it.

Newt knows Hermann is bound to recognize how selfless Newt is being and thank him for it eventually. Probably. Maybe a few years from now. For now, Newt is enjoying the warm and fuzzy feeling of having done a good deed, and also of drinking a considerable amount of spiked punch.

Hermann is not enjoying either.

"I did, in fact, have plans for tonight," he tells Newt, sipping his ginger ale and observing Newt with a fierce scowl. He flat-out refused the booze Newt tried to push on him. It's fine, whatever—it's enough for Newt, right now anyway, that he actually came. They'll work up to bigger stuff like that later.

"Like what?" Newt says. "Doing a crossword puzzle and watching the second half of that boring-ass documentary you put on last weekend?"

Newt considers it an affront to the very concept of movie nights that Hermann used his pick on a documentary, and one about the jaeger program that didn't even bother interviewing him, no less. Newt loves a good documentary, don't get him wrong, but movie nights are for escapist shit. You don't see him switching on Godzilla. Plus, having to watch stock footage of Dr. Gottlieb Sr. blabbing his mouth about how smart he was while you were debating making a move on his son (who was currently in you bed, looking super cute in your sweatpants, because he'd forgotten to pack pj's) was kind of a mood-killer. "It wasn't boring," Hermann sniffs, which tells Newt that his guess was dead-on. "It was...interesting. And anyway, just because they aren't your idea of plans..."

"Okay, whatever," Newt says. "Let's just have fun. That's the point of a party."

He throws an arm around Hermann's shoulder and drags him closer, until their heads knock together painfully. He hears Hermann growl low in his throat. Newt doesn't say, soon, we won't have the time to do stupid shit like this anymore, so we should enjoy it while we can, even though he wants to. It's better to not make fun stuff depressing. Plus, Hermann might decide to take that as an invitation to bail and put on his documentary. Instead he reaches up across Hermann and flicks his chin. Hermann's whole body stiffens. "I can't believe I got you into this super awesome party and you're not even pretending to be thankful," Newt says.

With no great deal of difficulty, Hermann pushes Newt off of him. Newt lands heavily back in his chair, making the whole thing wobble, and he laughs as he just manages to catch himself from falling off the other side. "You got me in?" Hermann says. "Newton, I was invited three weeks ago."

Newt stops laughing. "You were?"

"Yes," Hermann says. The corner of his lip twitches up, with a smugness so powerful Newt can feel it radiating off of him in waves. Bastard. "I took it upon myself to ask if you might be permitted to come, too." He adds, sarcastically, "Out of the kindness of my heart. I know how terribly put out you get when you aren't included in these sorts of things."

Newt considers this new information, and then discards it, because it really doesn't fit the image of himself he's been cultivating as the cool, hip friend to Hermann's uncool, unhip nerd. Like, come on, between the two of them, Newt is obviously the one you'd want at your party. Hermann's gotta be kidding. Probably. Maybe. "It's a lame party anyway," Newt mumbles.

He tries to put his arm around Hermann's shoulder again, remembers that Hermann really didn't like that the first time, and then drops it back down at his side instead. "Totally lame," he continues. Newt recalls the Halloween parties of his youth with a warm, fond glow: elaborate costumes, tacky decorations, passing around bowls of peeled grapes in the dark, carving jack-o-lanterns while his dad hovered protectively over him to make sure he didn't take a finger off with the knife. This is none of that. Barely anyone even dressed up! The lack of Halloween spirit is tragic. "There aren't even any party games."

"Yes there are," Hermann says, mildly.

He points across the room at a large metal tub that Newt somehow missed before. It looks like it's filled with water, and...

"Dude," Newt says.

He doesn't wait to ask before he's hopping to his feet and dragging Hermann along after him by his blazer cuff. Hermann swats at his heels a few times with his cane, but eventually—like he does with most of Newt's ideas—gives in. "I'm a fuckin' champ at bobbing for apples," Newt boasts. "I used to—oops, excuse me," (he runs into two guys who are, like, twice his height, upsetting their drinks, and he hears Hermann groan as something purple spills on his sweater), "I used to always win it at the fall fest when my dad would take me." And then when he went back as an adult by himself, but it was less impressive a win when you were up against a bunch of ten-year-olds.

"You do have an exceptionally large mouth," Hermann says, rubbing at his stained shoulder. "I suppose that helps." As Newt bends to investigate the iron tub, he says, "Oh, Newton, don't, it's been out all night. Who knows what sorts of germs are in there?"

Newt gets to his knees and rolls up the sleeves of his PPDC-issued labcoat. He's a mad scientist to Hermann's vampire (vampire librarian?) tonight. Yeah, it's kind of a lazy costume, but it was free—he already had everything he needed in the lab. "I can get it in five seconds, max," he declares. His record is one second, but he's the first to admit he's a little rusty, and he'd rather impress Hermann by beating his estimate. "Will you hold my headlamp?"

Grumbling, Hermann takes it. Newt sets his glasses on the ground. "You're going to get yourself bloody soaking," Hermann says, and then he complains about something else, too, but Newt is screwing his eyes shut and ducking his head into the tub, which makes it difficult to hear him. One second—two seconds—two and a half—Newt emerges victorious from the tub, teeth clenched down firmly on an apple, and accidentally splatters a large amount of water on Hermann's shoes. He pulls the apple out of his mouth with a grin and waves it at Hermann. "See. I'm a fucking pro."

He tucks his glasses back on his face to discover that Hermann is staring at him with a very strange expression on his face. Newt can't decide if it's the blacklight bulbs overhead that are washing him out and making him look so flushed, or something else entirely. Then, in a second, he's grumpy and scowling and tsking over his wet shoes. "A pro," he echoes. "Hardly. It can't be that complicated."

Newt gestures grandly at the tub and takes a bite out of his apple. Hermann can always be relied upon to never turn down a challenge, especially when it means making Newt look—potentially—stupid. Newt uses it to his advantage often. Whatever it takes to help the guy have a good time. "It's all yours, dude."

Hermann grumbles something again about Newt being too arrogant for his own good, and something else about showing Newt how to do it without making a mess of everything, then gets down to his knees with a quiet hiss of discomfort. He shoves his cane, and Newt's headlamp, at Newt, though bewilderingly leaves his blazer on. "I'll be just a moment," he says, and dunks his head into the tub.

He splashes back up no more than five seconds later. Apple-less. "Bugger," he coughs, and then coughs some more. The entire front of his sweater is soaked. "I didn't—I didn't start out right. Let me—"

Newt watches Hermann try to drown himself a few more times in mild interest before he finally intercedes. "Need a hand?" he says, getting to his knees next to Hermann.

"No," Hermann splutters.

Newt takes his glasses off again. "Yeah, you do. Okay, now watch me—"

He emerges with another apple in seconds.

Hermann grits his teeth. "Newton—"

"One more?" Newt says, his grin widening.

Back under. Another apple. He winks at Hermann when he goes in for a fourth time, and this time, he feels the water of the tank being upset as Hermann (refusing to be outdone once again) splashes in alongside him. God, Newt loves riling Hermann up like this—he gets so funny, and kinda cute, when he's mad about something. Red in the face, and scowling, and sometimes (when he's real mad) speaking in a dangerously low and rough sort of voice with his r's rolling that makes Newt shiver, just a little. Like, Newton, you worthless, pathetic little man, cease this immediately, or else I'll... He actually said that to Newt once. It made Newt feel a little warm under his collar. Hermann's probably going to say something similar to him this time, and Newt can't wait.

Ten seconds in. Newt has been cutting Hermann a little slack at first, just to see if he can catch up, but finally decides to just go for the apple that's been bobbing steadily against his mouth this whole time. (He loves beating Hermann at stuff.)

And, well, apparently Hermann goes for it too.

They both miss the apple. Newt's mouth is up against Hermann's for another five seconds before he realizes what's happening (that that is definitely not an apple, that that is definitely a mouth, that that mouth is wide and weird another to belong to only one person Newt knows, that that mouth is parting in surprise, oh my God) and then he pulls away so quickly that he breathes in what feels like half the tub of water. He falls back on his ass, coughing furiously, and it's not until he shoves his glasses back on with a shaking hand that he realizes that Hermann has done the same. "I," Hermann says. His eyes are wide. "I'm sor—"

"It's fine," Newt squeaks.

"It was—"

"I know!"

Newt and Hermann's mouths were touching for five whole seconds. Underwater, while apples bobbed against their foreheads, but their mouths still touched. Oh my God. In elementary school, Newt thinks dizzily, that would be enough to catch cooties. This was so not how he wanted his awesome eventual seduction of Hermann to go down. For one thing, it wasn't even a seduction.

"I'm gonna get a towel," Newt says.

Hermann nods. He looks strangely adorable with water droplets on his nose and his hair plastered to his head like that. Newt has to get out of here before he does something stupid, like take Hermann's pointy cheeks between his hands and put their mouths together on purpose. He doesn't think Hermann would respond to that very well right now.

"I'll get you one too," Newt says, and it takes a lot of effort to force himself to his feet.

Hermann nods again.

"Okay," Newt says, and stumbles away. Out of the corner of his eye, he just catches Hermann raising a hand to his mouth.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #hermann's pov in that one bit was just 'mouth............'

[jatphatones]

Wish Upon A Star | One Shot (Charlie Gillespie x Reader)

Wish Upon A Star | One Shot (Charlie Gillespie x POC!Reader)

A/N: Merry Christmas Eve/Happy Holidays everyone! I hope you are all happy and safe. This was my completely self-indulgent Christmas imagine. It’s based off of a few Christmas traditions that I celebrate. I hope you enjoy it!

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: swearing, typos, ddrinking, slight mention of smoking, FLUFF

Masterlist

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There’s a lot of things that remind me of why Charlie might be the one. Little actions, big gestures, daily reminders - all of it makes my heart grow a little more tender in the calloused hands that hold it. These beautiful moments were always prominent, especially during Christmas time.

“You nervous?” I give Charlie a sideway glance as we roll down the highway. He was lax as ever in the passenger seat, bobbing along to the Spotify playlist we always listen to. He looked so handsome in his maroon sweater and slightly messed up hair.

“C’mon baby, families love me. Look at me, I’m fucking adorable.” I watch him playfully roll his eyes when I scoff.

“I don’t see it,” I quip back. “And I’m asking for a good reason. Just because my parents love you does NOT mean the rest of my family will. Also, they can be a bit overwhelming. You obviously won’t know a lot of them. Hell, I might be meeting some of them for the first time too. I have no doubt that you’ll make a good impression, but it’s okay if you’re a little nervous.” He only hums in response.

“Are you projecting?”

“...maybe a little,” I admit lamely. Nothing more needed to be said once he places a hand on my thigh in comfort.

My heart swells at the silent gesture. I should be comforting him because he’s meeting the rest of my family and yet he’s calming me down. Maybe it’s how he’s able to know just what to do or maybe it’s honestly just him, but I’m okay within seconds. It’s scary how he has that effect on me, but it’s something I’ve embraced for a long time now.

I curse under my breath when I see that I have to park almost two blocks away from my own childhood home when I see all the cars surrounding it. Charlie can’t feel how clammy my hand is through my gloves but he rubs the back of it in comfort just the same. Trying to hide the shaky breaths, I squeeze his hand before walking through the front door.

Immediately, we’re hit with the loud chatter, soft Christmas music, and the aromatic smell of home cooked food wafting through the air. We just barely got our shoes off before my parents spot us from their spots in the kitchen.

“Y/N! Charlie!” My mom’s loud voice grabs everyone’s attention and all eyes flicker to us.

I beeline for the kitchen, dragging Charlie behind me and dropping off our presents at the Christmas tree. We weave our way through some of my relatives and stop right next to my mom whose hands were digging into the dough like mixture she created in a bowl.

“Hi Mom!” She leans over and we give each other a kiss on the cheek.

“How was the drive?” My dad comes around the counter and gives me a side hug.

“Wasn’t too bad. She wasn’t as fussy as she usually is,” Charlie answers as he receives a pat on the back from my dad.

“A Christmas miracle,” my dad jokes back, mustache lifting with the quirk of his lips.

“I don’t see you for a few months and this is the love I get,” I sigh while Charlie reaches over to give my mom a kiss on her cheek too.

“Charlie, help me out over here,” my dad signals, pulling Charlie away from kitchen. My eyes trail after him, worried that he might get ambushed by some of my aunts and uncles on the way to helping my dad out with whatever it is.

“He’ll be fine, anak. Don’t worry about him,” my mom snaps me out of my reverie. I look over and see her starting to pack the mixture into the little contraption. “You should worry about yourself,” she nods her head towards the people behind us.

“Is that your boyfriend, Y/N? Ang guapo nya,” my aunt speaks up from behind me. She gives me a kiss on the cheek and slides next to me with a raised eyebrow. “Nice of you to finally bring him around.”

I shrug, “He likes to spend the holidays with his family. He’s got a big one like ours. Less loud though.” My mom snorts at that.

A few more of my aunts make their way into the kitchen to hear more about Charlie. I was surprised that my mom hasn’t shared much about my boyfriend once I saw their mixed reactions after they learned he was an actor. It wasn’t long before our little group congregated to the living room where more of my family was watching tv. I start to freak out when I don’t see Charlie next to my dad but almost melt when I spot him chasing my little cousins around.

The twinkling in his eyes seem to sparkle more once he notices me and joins me. We wrap an arm around each other - I lazily rub his back while he idly plays with the hair falling down my back. He takes all the curious looks and nosy questions from my aunts in his stride, making them giggle with his charming smile and eagerness to learn more about my childhood.

I roll my eyes after he makes them giggle again with a story involving me, balloons on jatp set, and needles. I realized that I never had to worry about him. He was rowdy and liked sports just like my uncles yet charming but not trying too hard with my aunts. However, I grew a little nervous when my grandma slowly walks through the door. Once my dad helps her to the living room, we all take turns greeting her. She lets out a little laugh when all my little cousins give her hugs.

“Hi Lola,” I greet warmly, gently wrapping my hand around her fingers and quickly bringing it to my forehead. When I return her hand, I give her a kiss. “This is my boyfriend, Charlie.”

“Hello anak! And Charlie, nice to meet you,” she says sweetly, her accent the heaviest one out of all of them. Charlie towers over the small lady but doesn’t intimidate her in the slightest. I could tell that my grandma likes the way his eyes crinkle and how he warmly holds her hand. Once we finally greet all the adults, I drag him upstairs.

“Finally! We were wondering if you were ever gonna come up here!” My cousin MJ yells as soon as I open the door.

Her voice is joined in by murmurs of hellos and playful comments from the other eight people sitting around my old bedroom. Some of them greet Charlie warmly as they’ve met him before while the others meet him with kindness.

“MJ, for your sake, I hope you win,” I say after all the introductions. Charlie realizes that these are my cousins who are around our age.

“Oh fuck off, Y/N. I have a few years of college under my belt now. You better watch out!” MJ scoffs, “hope our aunts and uncles weren’t too mean to you Charlie.”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” I smirk at my boyfriend’s pride and observe some of my cousins raise their eyebrows mildly impressed and others shake their heads at his smug demeanor. “What are you guys talking about?”

I plop down on the foot of the bed, pulling Charlie down next to me as Rob, the oldest cousin explains the reasoning behind our trash talking.

“Those of us who drink have a competition on who can drink two bottles of beer the fastest. The slowest person has to pass out the Christmas presents for the family,” Rob explains.

“That’s the worst job ever. Everyone’s always yelling at you because they’re impatient, especially the little ones. So we compete to get out of it. Plus, drinking helps the loser cope with the job a little better,” Paul, Rob’s younger brother, continues as he smokes a joint out my window.

“It’s not the classiest tradition, but when you have a family as big and as boisterous as ours, it’s a necessity for Christmas holiday,” I add. “By the way Paul, my mom is making polvoron so you might wanna avoid those with your dry mouth.” He nods in acknowledgement.

Since I was the last relative to arrive, Rob eagerly grabs the beer for us to drink. When he returns, he passes out the bottles. He offers a couple to Charlie and though he was moved by the gesture, he denies it because he was driving us back home. He also figured that he shouldn’t risk being a drunken idiot during his first party with my extended family (smart). Instead, he was tasked with keeping time for the rest of us.

It was hard for him to keep track because while each person took their turn, the others threw insults after insult at them. It was hilarious and Charlie almost cried with laughter each person. If he didn’t feel like he was welcomed already, his jabs at me when it was my turn earned quite a few cheers and a middle finger from me. I didn’t miss his proud smirk when he called out my time and realize that I beat a few of my cousins.

MJ loses for the second year in a row. Charlie is the only one who offers light comfort which MJ greatly appreciates. She, ever the sore loser, even goes as far as to disown the rest of us and claim Charlie as family. We all settle down and continue our conversations as the sun sets through the windows. MJ and I sandwich Charlie between us as we sit against the headboard. Conversation switches between all of us, laughter easily filling the bedroom. I take a moment to admire the man beside me. He kept up with some of the humor but sometimes my cousins were too quick. It didn’t matter though - he didn’t mind it when he would feel me squeeze his hand and my head rest on his shoulder.

“Y/N! Get your boyfriend to do karaoke!”

“The call of Tita Jess. C’mon everyone let’s go,” I sigh. Once there’s a call for karaoke, everyone knows that they’ll be summoned eventually. We all file out of my room and head downstairs. When everyone gathers in the living room, it’s almost hard to hear the Christmas music playing in the background over the loud chatter.

Never one to shy away, Charlie gladly grabs the karaoke microphone and lets a random song play. When “I Will Survive” plays, I let out an exasperated sigh, waiting for my boyfriend’s theatrics. My aunts and cousins were floored and shrieked of laughter at his ridiculous dance moves. MJ and I held each for support as we cried our way through his whole performance. He ends his performance with a classic mic drop. I hold my hand out for him to drag him away from the open space but he uses his strength to pull me into him.

Everyone cheers as he persuades me to sing “Man, I Feel Like a Woman” with him. He doesn’t understand that I never did karaoke, always too timid and prefer to watch and so my family was very enthusiastic as we fumble through the song. I don’t even realize everyone watching us too because the room melts away until it’s just me and him trying our best to sing without laughing too much.

Our cousins appreciated our lame attempt at incorporating High School Musical choreography into our song, so much that they genuinely asked us to sing another one. Everyone else joined in, but luckily Charlie’s phone started to ring. How he managed to hear that over everything else, I’ll never know.

Seeing his mom’s contact name flash across his screen, he excuses himself and heads back upstairs while I pull MJ up with me. Never turning down the once in a lifetime opportunity to do karaoke with her shy cousin, MJ bounds over to me in excitement. We sing one song before her little sister replaces her. Taking the chance to sneak away, I hurriedly run upstairs.

“Knock, knock,” I warn softly, “is it okay if I come in?” I hear Charlie say yes and quietly walk into my room where Charlie was standing by the window.

I wave hi to his mom and family when I notice that he was FaceTiming them. We catch up with them, making sure they received our presents and saving some food for us for when we go to them for New Years. It was a quick call, but an appreciated one. We wish them a merry Christmas and hang up.

Though we knew we should join my family downstairs, we knew that this was probably the only time we could get peace and quiet together. I curl into him and he wraps his arms around my shoulder as we admire the light snowfall blanketing the ground. The comforting silence gives way to the calm beating of his heart into my ear. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and let his woodsy scent wrap around me like a warm blanket.

“Thank you for spending Christmas with my family,” I murmur into his chest.

“Of course. They’re a lot of fun.” I hear the smile in his voice.

“That’s one way to put it. But yeah, they’re the best.” He feels me shudder when he drags his hand up and down my back and places his head on top of mine.

“You wanna head back down?” Charlie whispers after a few more moments of silence.

“Not yet, Rob will call us down when they start passing out presents.” I lean back and look up at my handsome man. I knew he didn’t want to shave, but he knew he needed to look clean for my family. I appreciated either look for many reasons. “Besides, there’s something I gotta do.”

He tilts his head with curiosity when I unwrap myself from him. I feel his eyes follow me as I walk a little closer to the star ornament hanging at the corner of my curtains.

“This is a parol star. My family and I make some a few days before every Christmas and then hang it. I never took it down from last year,” I look at the fraying tissue paper and admire the fact that the whole thing was still intact, “I don’t know how or when I started it, but every Christmas, I make a wish to the star that I make. I don’t even remember my wish after a few months, but I still wish for something. You wanna join me?”

“Of course.” I turn to him, seeing the look of endearment replace his previous curious expression. He gladly takes my outstretched hand and stands right next to me.

“Okay, now close your eyes and make a wish.”

I see him follow my instructions before I close my own eyes. My Christmas wish was easy - I wish to have this moment again for next Christmas and the next one and all the ones after that. Before I open my eyes up again, I feel warm lips softly meet my own. It took me by surprise but I quickly respond, slowly wrapping my arms around his neck and getting on my tiptoes. We exchange tender kisses, enjoying the little bubble we’ve created for ourselves. He cups my jaw in his warm hands and holds me close. It was probably the softest, most loving kiss that we’ve ever shared.

Pulling away, I place my forehead against his. Slowly blinking my eyes open, I’m met with his loving stare.

“Do we share our Christmas wish with each other?” he murmurs.

“I don’t know, I’ve never let anyone else join in on my little tradition,” I hum back. Just then, we hear Rob’s booming voice call everyone over to the Christmas tree for presents. We’re reluctant to pull away from each other and stay wrapped up for just a little longer.

“I’m ready to make our own Christmas traditions,” he says softly. My heart soars at his suggestion. “You okay with that?”

I gladly nod my head, softly bumping my head against his because we were still so close. Our resulting giggles get interrupted by Rob’s loud voice ringing out again.

With one last loving peck, Charlie takes my hand off his shoulder and guides me out of my room. He doesn’t hesitate to shout back at Rob, hollering when Rob heckles the both of us for delaying Christmas. I follow him without a second thought, feeling confident that my Christmas wish will always come true.

Filipino/Tagalog words:

Anak: baby (typically said by an older relative to a younger relative)

Ang guapo nya: he’s handsome

Lola: grandma

Tita: aunt

Polvoron: powdery shortbread (awful for dry mouth trust me)

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this little Christmas imagine. I can’t wait to share this type of experience with my significant other lol. Again, I hope y’all have a happy and safe holiday! - Titi xx

#jatp #Charlie gillespie #Charlie gillespie x reader #charlie gillespie x y/n #charlie gillespie x oc #Charlie gillespie fanfiction #Charlie gillespie fanfic #Charlie gillespie fic #Charlie gillespie imagines

[unbridgeabledistances]

okayyy so i had something heavier/hurt-comforty in the works as a gapfiller about mickey processing (bc we all need that!!!) but this fluffy little 3+1 about ian and mickey singing to each other happened instead— i hope u enjoy💞

a 3+1 of 3 times ian sang to mickey, and one time mickey sang to ian (to give context to the absolutely wild 11x09 serenade)

also the biggest shoutout to @southside-forever’s 80s gallavich playlist which has SO many bops and inspired bits of this😌

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1.

Mickey didn’t really know when it all started— Ian was always fucking humming these days, always whistling or singing some tune under his breath when he came out of the shower. He was more buoyant recently, lighter— the security gig was going well, and these days it felt like something looming and heavy had lifted, releasing the crooked hunch out of Ian’s shoulders that had taken root the sour morning weeks before as he shoveled Fruit Loops and Jameson into his mouth. Since then, it felt like he and Ian were finally on the same goddamn page for once— like they had a purpose, like they were moving forward.

Or at least, moving forward on the weekdays— but today was a slow, lazy Saturday, and Mickey was still laying in bed in a tank top and boxers, sweaty and entangled in the crumpled sheets, laying back with his head on the pillow and playing some overly-gory sharpshooter game on his phone. He’d been trying to beat this fucking level a million times, but his thumb couldn’t move quickly enough at the pivotal moment when he had to shoot a bunch of enemy forces— he’d been at the game for a good half hour, since when Ian had sleepily stumbled off of the mattress sporting a full bedhead to go take a shower, and Mickey was starting to get a tinny, sharp headache from staring at his phone screen for too long. He was just starting to consider getting up, to peel off his sweaty tank top and head downstairs to grab some coffee— when Ian came into the room from his shower, a fraying towel wrapped around his lower half and his torso slick with excess water droplets. Mickey flickered his eyes up from his game for a moment, taking an… appreciative glance, and then quickly focused his attention back on his pixelated mission as Ian stood in front of the dresser in the cramped bedroom, and started to rustle through the drawers for a t-shirt.

Mickey maneuvered his buff video game avatar through a minefield, biting his lip in concentration— when his sharp focus was suddenly infiltrated by Ian, singing under his breath in an airy tone.

“Ooooooh we’re halfway there.”

Mickey gritted his teeth slightly and tried to pour all his attention into the pivotal moment of the level, but half of his mind was being pulled to listen to Ian’s gravelly voice, continuing to softly murmur to himself in a tone that was ridiculously off-key.

“She says we’ve gotta hoooold on, to what we’ve got—”

Mickey’s phone screen flickered. GAME OVER.

Mickey wanted to throw his phone at the fucking wall. He inhaled, then pressed “Start Game” again, one last time— and again, his focus was disrupted by Ian, singing under his breath as he pulled on his jeans and gently pattered his hands in a rhythm on the top of the dresser— which was endearing and sappy as fuck, sure, but it was not helping Mickey with the task at hand. Mickey puffed out a sharp, frustrated breath, keeping his eyes on his phone screen.

“The fuck are you singing for right now?”

Ian suddenly gave a sheepish smile over his shoulder as he rifled through their sock drawer, like he’d been caught in the middle of doing something wrong.

“Don’t know. Song was just stuck in my head I guess.”

Mickey glared at Ian, pressing his thumb to the screen to pause his game. “Cut that shit out.”

Ian rolled his eyes fondly, sitting on the edge of the mattress to pull on his socks. “You should be thanking me for serenading you with your fucking eighties dad music. I could be singing Carly Rae Jepson right now, or some other pop bullshit that you hate.”

Mickey felt an involuntary, amused smirk split onto his face, and he tried to turn it into a scowl. Fucking adorable motherfucker.

“Okay, tough guy. If anything you should be thanking me for cleansing your ears from the techno garbage that you used to listen to.”

Ian gave a soft smile, shoulders turning fully towards Mickey now that he’d finished pulling on his socks— and then he turned and clambered into the bed, hovering above Mickey and causing Mickey’s fingers to go slack around his phone case. Mickey could smell the warm, freshly-showered scent of him, all cheap bar soap and Old Spice deodorant, and felt the soft press of his t-shirt through Mickey’s thin tank top— an overly worn t-shirt, one of Mickey’s, that stretched just a little too tight over Ian’s torso.

Ian looked down at Mickey, fucking beaming for some reason, his eyes light. He swooped down, pressing a soft, quick kiss above Mickey’s eyebrow. And then—

“Take my haaaand, we’ll make it I sweeear”

Mickey felt an involuntary, uncomfortable chuckle bubble up out of his ribcage. Was Ian fucking… singing? To him? It definitely seemed like it. And as much as he didn’t want it to, because this was fucking sappy and ridiculous and… well, gay— Mickey couldn’t help the fact that his husband leaning over him, breathily singing the tune of one of their goddamn wedding songs in his husky tone-deaf voice, made Mickey’s blood run a little bit hotter; which was bullshit, because absolutely nothing about this should be hot, and it was probably the most disgustingly married thing that Mickey could think of— but apparently everything about Ian, every dorky and fucking god-awful cringey thing that he did, was a turn-on, or at least according to Mickey’s thudding heartbeat and sweaty palms right now.

Ian’s face was still hovering centimeters above his, his eyebrows raised triumphantly and sporting a sappy fucking grin, like he knew how affected Mickey was by this, no matter how much Mickey grumbled and complained and tried to hide it.

Mickey rolled his eyes. “You’re fucking soft, Gallagher.”

Ian just leaned down again, kissing up the slope of Mickey’s neck and biting at his earlobe—and, okay, maybe Mickey could get behind Ian’s singing after all.

 2.

Ian’s singing was starting to get fucking ridiculous— and as much as it made something deep inside Mickey feel a light pang of relief, to see Ian being his old bubbly self again in the rhythms of routine and held by the safety net of financial stability because of the security gig that made the air between them less stale, it also meant that they were also around each other pretty much 24/7, and Ian’s serenades were starting to get relentless.

While they pretty much had a common ground in liking nostalgic 80s music, they would still inevitably argue about what music to play in the ambulance every morning— and whatever shitty album they eventually chose to put on, whether it was Ian’s pop garbage of Mickey’s mellower 80s tunes, Ian’s brain would apparently absorb all the songs like a fucking sponge and he’d start singing them all day long—in the kitchen, in the shower, even when they were just laying in bed on their phones and Ian would constantly hum absentmindedly.

Today they were driving to some bougie dispensary in Glencoe, near a bunch of ridiculous mansions on the very outskirts of the city, and it was Ian’s turn to pick the music— Mickey usually elected one of the well-loved CDs that he’d jammed into the glove compartment as they were refurbishing the ambulance, CDs that he’d kept since he was a kid when he piled them high in the corner of his grimy room next to a half-broken boombox— but as much as they were Mickey’s comfort CDs, Ian could only listen to Bon Jovi so many times before he started to slander 80s music as a collective genre.

“Can we just listen to something by someone who isn’t older than us, just this once?”

“Easy for you to say, Gallagher. At least the music that I like has fucking words.”

When it was Ian’s turn to pick the music, he usually picked more modern stuff with heavy beats and a thrumming bass (though more often than not he also appeased Mickey’s tastes with some “80s throwback” playlist he’d found on Spotify that he’d noticed Mickey would bob his head along to)—but on longer drives, like this one, it was easy to butt heads about the soundtrack. Ian had allowed Mickey to play through one of his Queen CDs that morning, and then Ian had put on some whiny indie bullshit from a playlist on his phone for the other half of the drive— now they were heading home after a long day, with the stereo turned low to a local radio station.

They’d settled into a comfortable silence, as they often did at the end of the day when their energy faded— Ian had stopped pattering his hands on the steering wheel like he usually did when he was amped up and buzzing with energy in the mornings, and Mickey could tell they were both ready to collapse onto the couch the second they set foot in the door.

Mickey blew out a deflated breath and reached to turn up the radio, tuning in to some middle-aged host with a cheery voice chattering about the heat wave in Chicago that upcoming weekend—and then the airwaves went silent, and there was the overdramatic sound of a slamming door and a gospel choir.

Ian’s ears nearly fucking perked up at the sound as the opening chords began.

“Life is a mystery… Everyone must stand alone…”

Ian immediately raised his voice to join in, the tired slouch leaving his shoulders.

“I hear you call my naaaame”

He turned to Mickey and pointed overdramatically, causing Mickey to shove his arm away but unable to quell the overly fond grin that he knew was blooming on his face.

“And it feels like… home.”

The beat dropped, rolling into the chorus, and Ian energetically drummed his hands against the steering wheel once more.

“C’mon, Mick!” Ian laughed, throwing his head back dramatically as he sang while still trying to keep his eyes on the road.

“When you call my name, it’s like a little prayer, I’m down on my knees, I wanna take you there.” Ian’s pitchiness clashed with the melody, but he was too focused on singing and bopping side to side in this seat to really care.

Mickey rolled his eyes, his lips still turned upwards at the corners while he watched his absolute dork of a husband jamming to Madonna. “Isn’t this song about giving someone a blowjob or some shit?”

Ian gave an easygoing laugh. “Technically, yes. And it’s also definitionally a gay anthem, which means you have to sing with me.”

Mickey scoffed and flipped Ian off. “Fuck off.”

Ian raised a playful eyebrow, and continued to sing with relentless eye contact:

“It’s like a dreeeeam, no end and no beginning”

Mickey felt heat rise into his cheeks against his will. No fucking way was he going to sing a Madonna song about a blowjob stone-cold sober at 2pm on a Tuesday while driving home from work with his fucking husband—which, wow, that was probably the gayest sentence that had ever crossed Mickey’s mind in his 26 years of existence (which was definitely saying a lot).

This wasn’t ever a place Mickey thought he’d be in— sitting beside Ian so comfortably, singing fucking songs while they drove home from their daily commute; getting to soak up all the warmth, all the brightness that had always radiated out of Ian so intensely that it nearly blinded him, a warmth that he’d always wanted to lean in closer to even when they were just scrawny kids in a shitty neighborhood still figuring everything out.

Maybe, just maybe— it was okay to lean in a little more.

By the time the chorus rolled around the third time, Mickey was begrudgingly humming along, like he usually did whenever the songs that Ian was singing on and endless loop got stuck in his own head and popped up while he was brushing his teeth or making toast for breakfast— by the time the final rhythmic chorus faded to silence on the radio waves, Mickey glanced over at Ian, singing at the top of his lungs, face slightly flushed and grinning ear to ear.

“Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there.”

3.

Ian and Mickey were walking down the moonlit sidewalk, veering back home after an evening at Lip’s— the night had honestly been weirdly enjoyable, which was definitely a welcome reprieve from all of Lip and Debbie’s intense back-and-forths about the house over the past few weeks. Tami and Lip had needed to go over to Brad and Cami’s for some bullshit crisis management about the stolen bikes, and Ian had readily agreed to watch Freddie— which meant that whether he liked it or not, Mickey had spent his Friday evening at Lip’s half-packed apartment watching Ian coo over a one-year-old, which was… not a totally unwelcome sight.

Trying to keep his shit together, Mickey had snapped a picture to send to the Gallagher family group chat, and everyone had immediately given them shit about being so eager to babysit and get their hands on a toddler like a couple of baby-crazed newlyweds—which had caused Mickey to start overzealously complaining in the groupchat to compensate while Ian occupied Freddie. Kev had noticed the texts and swung by Lip and Tami’s house after closing the Alibi to keep the two of them company, bringing by a pack of beers—and now he and Ian were warm and happily buzzed, relieved of their babysitting duties and walking the chilly city streets back towards the Gallagher house.

Halfway through the walk Ian had interlaced their fingers, and now their arms were swinging slightly as they turned the final corner to walk down the last stretch of pavement towards the chain-link fence—when suddenly, Ian stopped cold a few houses away from the Gallagher front porch. He looked down at Mickey, raising their entangled hands and pressing a kiss to the inside of Mickey’s wrist.

Mickey raised an eyebrow in confusion, and Ian just looked back at him—his cheeks glowing pink from the few beers, his eyes light and unguarded under the streetlamps.

“This spot reminded me of something.”

Mickey rolled his eyes. Of fucking course it did. Ian was a sappy motherfucker on the best of days, but with a couple of beers in him he was practically uncontrollable.

“What?”

All of a sudden Ian let go of his hand, punching into the air dramatically.

“Cause love is a battlefiiiield”

Mickey laughed, feeling warm hot blood rush to his cheeks in delight—and fuck, he loved his husband so goddamn much. And just this once, mostly because of the own alcohol running thick in his bloodstream, Mickey made the lurching decision to join in, stepping closer towards Ian and raising his hands equally as dramatically.

“No promises, no demands”

“Woooooah”

Ian had practically doubled over with laughter, tears welling in the corner of his eyes—and Mickey let himself get lost in it, the warm feeling buzzing through his body, of love and joy and fuck knows what else, getting to sing on a fucking street corner with his husband a decade after everything had gone so gut-wrenchingly wrong, leaving him bleeding on this same pavement.

They stumbled over their own feet up the stairs, fumbling out of their clothes and collapsing into bed—and later, just as Mickey was on the brink of fading into unconsciousness, Ian mumbled the same refrain into the crook of Mickey’s neck in a sleepy voice, like the song was still stuck in his head and he just couldn’t help it.

“Love is a battlefield.”

4.

It was late— it was one of those slow, tender nights when the past was hanging heavy over them, laying pressed together in bed as thin streams of moonlight poured in through the blinds, pressing whispers into each other’s skin about all of the hurt and the doubt that had been seeped up and healed with time.

Ian was sprawled back on the bed and Mickey was laying with his head resting on his chest, feeling his ribcage expand and contract each time he took a breath. They’d absorbed so much the past few weeks— the sick, twisted blows of a loss that felt all the more jagged and painful because of how muddled the grief for Terry was—but after a few days had passed they’d found a place to settle, in the comforting press of the silence in their bedroom.

Mickey was mindlessly playing with Ian’s fingers, listening to his steady breathing—and without thinking, he ran a finger over the cool silver of Ian’s wedding band, letting out a breathy chuckle.

“I still can’t believe we’re married sometimes, man.”

Mickey could feel Ian’s lips curve upward into a smile from where his mouth was pressed against the top of Mickey’s head.

“Yeah, me either.”

And Mickey felt something bubbling, something welling— and he didn’t ever fucking sing, not unless Ian made him, but Ian was always fucking dropping song lines into sappy moments like this.

So he took a breath, and, half-singing but mostly talking, in a way that sounded almost mocking if it wasn’t so soft around the edges, he let out into the dark silence of the room:

“At last….”

He wasn’t even singing, not really—he was just sort of… saying the words in a singsongy way, but he knew that Ian could tell what he was doing, what he was trying to do. He was trying to be as fucking sweet and soft and pliant as Ian was, as Ian always was in moments like this, in a way that sometimes made Mickey feel brittle and hard in comparison. This time, Mickey wanted to breathe out the love he had for him into this moment, the love that made his ribcage feel like it was going to fucking burst— a love that he felt erupting outwards when Ian had played this song for him for the first time a few weeks before the wedding, and had asked with a shy smile, “D’you think it’d be okay if you walked down the aisle to this song?”

Ian’s chest shook with laughter, and he carded a hand through Mickey’s hair. And then, in his gentle, sleep-soft voice, in a breathy tone that tickled the shell of Mickey’s ear:

“My looove has come along”

Mickey rolled his eyes fondly, just to prove something to himself, even though he knew Ian couldn’t see him—and then he reached a hand upward and leaned back, drawing Ian’s chin forward to press his lips to his for a brief, lingering moment.

Mickey settled back against Ian’s chest again, and felt Ian press a kiss to the top of his head. He smiled contentedly, closing his heavy eyelids.

Maybe being a couple of sappy motherfuckers wasn’t so bad.

#i wrote this so fast bc it is midterms szn and i am a busy bee! but simply needed to get this out of my brain #i love y’all and hope u enjoy the softness!! #also @ the anon asked me for more drunk happy husbands here u go<3 #gallavich #gallavich fic #shameless #shameless fic #ian x mickey #ixm #ian and mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #gallavich fanfiction

[ggukkiedae]

vibe with us! 🐰🦊💜

vlive 210522, 11:30pm

jungkook and yoonmi go live to vibe to yoonmi’s streaming playlist for butter

italic conversations are spoken in english

the live starts with butter playing in the background and an empty screen showing yoonmi’s room

the moment jungkook’s lines start though, the two maknaes appear from opposite ends of the screen, lipsyncing a little overdramatically

they move a little further back so you can see the two doing random dances, jungkook even bouncing on her bed every now and then

the song ends and switches to love like oxygen by shinee

she laughs and sits next to jungkook in front of the actual live

“looks like we’ve got a lot of people here, oppa” “looks like it. don’t you think they’re wondering what we’re doing?” “simple. we’re streaming butter on spotify, and we’re gonna vibe with you guys for one round of the playlist i made”

the sound of the door opening makes the two maknaes get distracted and look to the side

suddenly a big ball of fur goes straight for yoonmi, and a significantly smaller fluffball jumps onto jungkook

“sorry, guys! they were about to start knocking on your door!” “no problem, jimin hyung!”

yoonmi is in giggles while her big dog is doing his best to cuddle her while jungkook is trying to calm the cocker spaniel from licking his face

it took the whole song before dipper settled next to yoonmi’s chair with his head on her lap while nala just sat on jungkook’s lap all satisfied with herself

it was now finesse by bruno mars and cardi b playing

“i almost forgot your dogs were here” jungkook was fondly ruffling the smaller dog’s fur

“dipper is literally a giant, and you forgot he was here?” “in my defense, he was in the other room with jimin hyung and v hyung the moment yoonsung hyung dropped them off here” “true… hey, should we read comments?” “already on it”

are there any behind stories from the butter filming?

“i glued the fake piercings onto your eyebrow, didn’t i, oppa?” “you also fell you spun a little too much in the elevator scene” “... we don’t talk about that”

jungkook was laughing at her while she pretended to sulk

he poked her side which made her laugh so they just started humming along to the song

they both sang the “shut shit down on sight” bit before exchanging a look and burst into laughter. they’d just pretend they didn’t curse for the rest of the live

how are you guys?

“we’re doing great, actually! i cut my hair for the summer”

yoonmi reached out and played with his hair a little bit “should i cut my hair, too” “i have honestly never seen you with hair shorter than your shoulders” “long hair suits me”

yoonmi doing cardi b’s part and jungkook just “yeah you know we got it going on!”

they laughed and high fived each other

it went back to butter when yoonmi got an idea. she lightly nudged dipper’s head off of her leg and had him move to where she and jungkook were. she raised her arm up while jungkook turned to watch. dipper then went on his hind legs, arms up, slightly moving

the maknaes burst into giggles at the sight of the dog “dancing”

jungkook went next to them and knelt on the ground before doing the same trick with nala

“mimi trains her dogs quite well” “my babies are dancers, guys!”

eventually, yoonmi led dipper up to her bed, nala following after and curling up to dipper’s side. jungkook gave them both treats before following yoonmi to their chairs

“oppa, hobi oppa’s part!”

the two did the dance in their chairs, big smiles on their faces while their laughs slipped out of their mouths every now and then

they sang the last line together

“GET IT LET IT ROLL!”

it starts playing irreplaceable by nct dream which leads to jungkook bobbing his head with a fond smile on his face. he sang along a little bit, draping an arm around yoonmi and looking over her shoulder while reading the comments as well

“the boys did well on this album” “they really did!” “i can’t believe they had two songs with you working on it. what were they? rainbow and my youth?”

she laughed and nodded before rapping along to the second verse

how’s your incoming nephew?

“great! ggukoo oppa is a lot more excited than i am, though. do you know he already bought a bunch of little baby toys.” “this is why i’m eunsol noona’s favorite” “suuuuure”

jungkook took his arm and lightly shoved her to the side, making her laugh. she shoved him back a little harder, so he did the same to her before taking her spare blanket and wrapping it around her body

“oppa!” “sit still, mimi”

she struggled while jungkook tied the blanket up

she sulked once he finished and gave a done look to the live while jungkook sat back satisfied with himself

“you letting me out anytime soon?” “nope”

the song then switches to michael jackson’s pretty young thing

jungkook looks through the comments while yoonmi struggles out of the blanket next to him

“ggukoo oppa obviously doesn’t love me, i can’t get out of this” “hush, here’s a question”

can you spoil txt’s album just a little? moas know you helped on it, miya

she sighed and looked at jungkook “say you love me, then maybe i will” “um, i love you?” “now untie me”

jungkook did just that. yoonmi took her time with stretching her limbs before smirking and looking at the live

“SIKE!”

behind them, nala jumped up in surprise, catching their attention. they laughed at the scared looking dog as she buried herself under dipper’s arm

they turned back to the live, yoonmi isolating her head side to side in time with the song’s beat. jungkook caught on and did the same thing. they spent a while just doing that before turning back to the questions to look for something to answer

this is a no context vlive, isn’t it?

“very much, yeah” “mimi dragged me from my games to do nothing but listen to songs on vlive— oh! it’s butter again!” “duh, this is a streaming playlist. i’m taking this time to bond with army, right guys?”

jungkook just raised his eyebrow at her before tapping her heart and asking her to get up with him. she looked at him curiously before laughing and nodding. they proceeded to do the choreo, resulting in a mini performance from the two of them until the end of the song

they were in giggles then yoonmi heard the next song

“ayyyyeeee levitating!” “dua lipa?” “yupp!” “if you wanna runaway with me…”

she vibed in her chair, singing along to the song, jungkook joining at the pre-chorus until the chorus. they were messing around with harmonies, unsurprisingly sounding good despite not taking it seriously

can yoonmi drive a car yet?

“tried to teach her once, never doing it again” “hey!” “you locked us out of the car!” “it was one time!” “and might happen again” “... this is why i like motorbikes. no doors”

jungkook rolled his eyes at her which made her scoff

“you literally ask me to teach you to drive a motorbike all the time!” “... trade lessons?” “sure. no telling the oppas?” “definitely”

they went back to looking at comments and humming to the song until the door opened and a throw pillow hit jungkook in the head. you hear jin’s voice

“no! not without supervision!”

the door shuts again and they burst into laughter

they didn’t even realize the song switched to say so by doja cat

you can see yoonmi singing along under her breath while she nodded her head along to the first verse

“oppa, dance with me in the chorus!”

he pretended he didn’t want to but did the tiktok dance with her

the biggest smile made its way to her face while he complied, making him grin as well

they started to vibe along to the second verse, not noticing nala running over to them until she jumped up to yoonmi’s lap and liked the girl’s nose

yoonmi giggled and nuzzled their noses together before letting the dog curl up on her lap

jungkook on the other hand had his hand on nala’s back, gently petting the dog

butter started playing again as they looked through comments

jungkook, would you ever get a real eyebrow piercing?

“maybe? i think it would look cool” “oh for sure, especially with your tattoos” “speaking of tattoos, lemme look at yours again”

she laughed and handed him her hand with the mini bulletproof vest on it. he pressed on it lightly with a smile and grinned before he held up her hand to the live

“this is bangtan” “it’s also ggukoo oppa’s favorite tattoo of mine” “what’s yours of mine?” “i like the words that cross over each other” “the one around the eye?” “yea, that one” “that explains why you’re always touching it” “it’s cool!”

she hummed along to the song, fingers lightly going over his sleeve on the part of her arm where she knew the tattoo was. nala shifted and began to lick jungkook’s hand, making them laugh

jungkook picked nala up, cuddling her to his chest

“ggukoo oppa loves nala a lot… oh yay! blueprint! seungmin oppa’s voice is nice, isn’t it” “this is a stray kids song?” “yupp!” “speaking of, how are they?” “stressed out, i think. especially with kingdom”

they looked through the comments again until jungkook laughed and read one out loud

who are your friends on kingdom?

“mimi’s pretty much connected to most the groups there. We’ve got her brother chan, then of course peniel sunbaenim and sf9’s chani who was in a drama with mimi” “dara unnie introduced me to jinhwan oppa back then, too! then there’s wooyoung and yeosang oppas, they trained in bighit before, you know?” “right. you friends with anyone from the boyz?” “kinda? sunwoo oppa, if you see this, let’s actually push through with that studio session we planned, yeah?”

“who are you close close to though?” “well, the stray kids oppas? i mean we’ve worked with minho oppa for a while, and he was the one who played with me back then since we were the youngest when practicing. then there’s lixie oppa who’s practically my default brother, too. ever since chan oppa let me meet them properly, i’ve been pretty close to them all. chani oppa, too! it’s funny since we’re saved in each other’s phones as our characters”

jungkook just looked at her strangely for a while while she scrolled through the comments. he put nala on the ground (nala went back to yoonmi’s bed to lie down next to dipper) and just stared

“what?” “for an introvert, you’ve got a lot of friends” “okay, mister friendship bracelet” “hey, it’s pretty!” “wait, it’s playing hot sauce!”

she stood up and moved back to do the choreography, making jungkook chuckle

“you know, she learned this dance directly from the nct dream kids” “oppa, dance with me!”

jungkook made it in time for the pre-chorus to chorus. he shook his head and looked at the desk

“i think your boyfriend’s messaging” “let him, i’m having fun” “nice, ignore the boyfriend” “not ignoring, just postponing. oh, do sung's part oppa!”

jungkook of course complied which made yoonmi laugh in delight while she reached for her phone and quickly typed something before shutting it again

they sat back down once again while yoonmi lowered the volume just so the song was playing in the background

“well, this is the last song of the playlist. i’ll make this playlist public on our spotify so you guys can listen, too” “wait, so that’s it?” “yeah” “we did nothing but listen to songs?” “yeah, i told you this is just gonna be a vibe with us live” “well then”

yoonmi laughed at jungkook while he started waving towards the live she did the same and blew a little kiss

“by army, until our next vibe session” “maybe we’ll play with her dogs more, too, next time”

-end-

#yoonmi.vlive #yoonmi.butter #yoonmi.jungmi #bts 8th member #bts female member #bts female addition #miya #yoonmi #kim yoonmi

[piratewithvigor]

My first thought in regard to every band that gets played on my radio station

ACDC: Every dad’s favourite band

Adams, Bryan: Every mom’s favourite singer until Michael Buble came along

Aerosmith: haha they thought Vince Neil was a lady

Alice Cooper: he’s a Game Of Thrones fanboy and I have proof

Alice In Chains: my sister doesn’t like them because she decided AC were Alice Cooper’s initials ONLY

Allman Brothers Band: good music for dropping acid to

Allman, Gregg: That’s too many Gs for one name

Animals: House Of The Rising Sun, or who even cares

Argent: Sometimes Hold Your Head Up is really catchy

Asia: Tuesdays

Autograph: one of the members went on to be a pharmacist

Bachman-Turner Overdrive: There are just so many pop culture jokes about Taking Care Of Business that whatever I say won’t be as funny

Bad Company: with their song; Bad Company, off their album; Bad Company

Benatar, Pat: Always getting her confused with Patti Smith

Black Crowes: I like them for Lickin, but it doesn’t seem to exist outside of one shoddy video on youtube and my old CD

Blackfoot: this band name feels kind of racy

Black Sabbath: Dio was not better or worse than Ozzy; just different

Blondie: I like Call Me, but Blondie confuses me stylistically

Blue Oyster Cult: MORE COWBELL

Bon Jovi: Hello, childhood trauma, I missed you

Boston: ONE GUY. ONE GUY DID IT ALL AND NO ONE KNOWS

Bowie, David: Don’t let your children watch The Man Who Fell To Earth, or David Bowie’s will end up being the third penis they see in life

Browne, Jackson: Another musician ruined by Supernatural

Buffalo Springfield: Jack Nicholson was at the riot they sing about

Burdon, Eric: no ideas, brain empty

Bush: ditto

Candlebox: ditto once more. Who are these people?

Cars: This band feels so gay and so straight at the same time, I can only assume they’re the poster children of bisexual panic

Cheap Trick: I played Dream Police on Guitar Hero so fucking much because it was the only song anyone who played with me could keep up with

Chicago: Chicago 30 exists, but they do not have 30 albums. Fucking riddle me that

Clapton, Eric: 6 discs in one Greatest Hits is too many. That’s called “re releasing your discography”

Cochrane, Tom: For some reason, everyone thinks Rascal Flats did it better

Cocker, Joe: Belushi did it right

Collective Soul: who?

Collins, Phil: If his biggest hits were done by MCR, they would be emo anthems, but because he’s 5′6″ and from the 80s, they’re not

Cream: *Vietnam flashbacks on the hippie side*

CCR: *Vietnam flashbacks on the war side*

CSNY: David Crosby; meh

Deep Purple: THEY’RE SO MUCH MORE THAN SMOKE ON THE WATER

Def Leppard: the only music for when you’re a heartbroken bitch but also a sexy one

Derek And The Dominos: Clapton and ‘Layla’ broke up

Derringer, Rick: Tom Petty if he was from the midwest

Dio: You thought it was an anime reference, but it was me, Dio

Dire Straits: You can tell how bigoted a radio station is based on how much of Money For Nothing they censor

Doobie Brothers: I have yet to smoke weed, but I listen to the Doobies, and I think that’s pretty close

Dylan, Bob: I take back everything I said about him in my youth

Eagles: Hotel California isn’t their best song, but the memes that come from it are second to none

Edgar Winter Group: @the--blackdahlia

Electric Light Orchestra: Actually an orchestra and sound a fuckton like George Harrison

ELO: I really hesitate to ask what happens with the 7 virgins and a mule

Essex, David: no prominent memories of him

Fabulous Thunderbirds: cannot spell

Faces: Who on earth thought that was a good album name?

Faith No More: I got nothing

Fixx: One Thing Leads To Another is a damn bop

Fleetwood Mac: I ain’t straight, but I’m simply not enough of a witch to enjoy them to full potential

Fogerty, John: He got sued cause he sounded like himself

Foghat: Slow Ride slowly becoming less coherent feels like a drug trip

Foo Fighters: He was just excited to buy a grill

Ford, Lita: deserved better

Foreigner: dramatically overplayed

Frampton, Peter: a masterful user of the talk box

Free: dramatically underplayed

Gabriel, Peter: leaving Genesis changed him a lot

Genesis: if someone likes Genesis, clarify the era, because yes, it does matter

Georgia Satellites: sing like you have a cactus in your ass

Golden Earring: Twilight Zone slaps, but it doesn’t slap as hard as this station thinks it does

Grand Funk Railroad: Funk

Grateful Dead: I like their aesthetic more than their music

Great White: there are so many fucking shark jokes

Greenbaum, Norman: makes me think of Subway for some reason

Green Day: the first of the emo revolution

Greg Kihn Band: RocKihnRoll is literally the most clever album name I’ve ever seen

Guns N Roses: They have more than three good songs, but radio stations never recognize that

Hagar, Sammy: I’m still trying to figure out where he lived to take 16 hours to get to LA driving 55 and how fucking fast was he driving beforehand?

Harrison, George: He went from religious to rock, and if he had continued rocking, he would have gotten too cool 

Head East: I respect people who use breakfast foods as album names

Heart: Magic Man and Barracuda are played at least once every goddamn day. They’re not even the best songs!

Hendrix, Jimi: I have both a cousin and a sibling named after Hendrix references

Henley, Don: Dirty Laundry gives me too much inspiration

Hollies: Somehow sound like they’re both from the 60s and the 80s at the same time

Idol, Billy: he’s doing well for himself

INXS: Terminator vibes

Iris, Donnie: knockoff Roy Orbison

James Gang: too many funks

Jane’s Addiction: if TMNT had a grunge band representative

Jefferson Airplane: *assorted cheers*

Jefferson Starship: *assorted boos*

Jethro Tull: The only band to make you feel not cool enough to play the flute

Jett, Joan: icon

J. Geils Band: I requested them on the radio once and it got played

Joel, Billy: he really did just air everybody’s business like that

John Cafferty And The Beaver Brown Band: literally wtf is that name

John, Elton: yarn Elton sits in my basement, unstaring. Please someone take him from me

Joplin, Janis: Queen

Journey: Stop overplaying Don’t Stop Believing. It takes away from the rest of the repetoire

Judas Priest: literally started the gay leather aesthetic

Kansas: another fucking band Supernatural stole

Kenny Wayne Shepherd: the man confuses me to the point where he isn’t in the right place alphabetically

Kiss: Mick Mars and I will simply have to disagree on the subject

Kravitz, Lenny: runaway vibes

Led Zeppelin: Fucking fight me if you don’t think they’re the most talented band (maybe not the most talented individually, but collectively, no one comes close)

Lennon, John: My least favourite Beatle for reasons

Live: I got nothin

Living Colour: slap a decent amount

Loverboy: do you not get TURNT the fuck up to the big Loverboy hits? Who hurt you??

Lynyrd Skynyrd: Sweet Home Alabama is a Neil Young diss track

Marshall Tucker Band: no opinion

Manfred Mann’s Earth Band: VERY STRONG OPINIONS THAT THEY AREN’T GOOD

McCartney, Paul/Wings: Power couple

Meatloaf: I have nothing but respect for a man who willingly named himself Meatloaf

Mellencamp, John: voted cutest lesbian of 1987

Metallica: I liked their appearance on Jimmy Fallon

Midnight Oil: I get them confused for Talking Heads a lot

Modern English: who?

Molly Hatchet: Hollies vibes, but also Georgia Satellites vibes

Money, Eddie: DAN AVIDAN, IF YOU SEE THIS, COVER TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT

Motley Crue: Stan Mick Mars and John Corabi. They’re the only ones who deserve it

Mott The Hoople: no one loves them except for David Bowie

Mountain: props for naming an album ‘Climbing’

Nazareth: I want to make a John Mulaney joke here, but I can never come up with one

Nicks, Stevie: witch queen

Night Ranger: I get them confused with Urge Overkill

Nirvana: Kurt Cobain was the ally grunge needed

Nova, Aldo: he’s Canadian, at least

Nugent, Ted: *serves a ghost as jerky*

Offspring: nothing here

Osbourne, Ozzy: this bitch crazy

Outfield: Your Love is kind of a sketchy song, but it slaps hard

Palmer, Robert: low quality Eddie Money

Pearl Jam: *grunts in Eddie Vedder*

Petty, Tom: I have so many feelings about Tom Petty and they are all good

Pink Floyd: which one is Pink?

Plant, Robert: solo career is a crapshoot, but his voice is unparalleled

Poison: I want them to write a song called ‘Alice Cooper’

Pretenders: I want to say good things, but I have nothing to say

Queen: A doctor of astrophysics, a screaming girl, a disco queen and a diva walk into a bar. It’s Queen; they’re there to play a gig

Queensryche: neutral opinion

Quiet Riot: they got big because of a song they hated. I love that

Rafferty, Gerry: the second-sexiest sax opening in all of music

Rainbow: Ritchie Blackmore created something very magnificent

Ram Jam: one good song and they didn’t even write it

Ratt: I’m sure they have more than Round And Round, but I don’t know it

RHCP: funky, but if you have paid money to hear them, you’re going to The Bad Place (I don’t make the rules)

Red Rider: basically Golden Earring

Reed, Lou: Walk On The Wild Side would be such a cool song if it wasn’t so dull

REM: American Tragically Hip

REO Speedwagon: Props for having a dad joke as an album title

Rolling Stones: Never in my life could I imagine the drummer being named anything but Charlie

Rush: How to make being uncool the coolest fucking shit

Santana: The world needs more Santana

Scandal: There’s something really funny about The Warrior being my brother’s “song” with his girlfriend

Scorpions: Was Wind Of Change written by the CIA? Only the spotify podcast I got an ad for once could say

Seger, Bob: A different variety of Eric Clapton (frankly a better variety, but that’s just me)

Simple Minds: we ALL forgot about you

Skid Row: Sebastian Bach is prettier than all of us

Soundgarden: music that makes you feel like you dunked your head underwater

Springsteen, Bruce: my arch-nemesis. Maybe someday, he’ll find out about it

Squeeze: according to my friends, the stupidest band name ever, but they’re theatre kids, so you know

Squier, Billy: If he can make it through 1984 alive, you can make it through whatever bad day you’re having

Stealers Wheel: Yet another band who I always mistake for George Harrison

Steely Dan: my house’s nickname for the Robber in Settlers Of Catan

Steppenwolf: Either makes me think of Jay & Silent Bob, Jack Nicholson, or that time I had to cut 6lbs of onions

Steve Miller Band: when you’re in the right mood, they slap hard

Stewart, Rod: my soundtrack to summer 2015

Stills, Stephen: Love The One You’re With Is Catchy, but the lyrics are questionable

Stone Temple Pilots: the only band to write a song about goo you smear on yourself

Stray Cats: an obscene amount of merch is available for them

Styx: Supernatural would have ruined them for me too if I hadn’t been into them previously. 

Supertramp: I hunted for Breakfast In America for two years and it was worth every hunt

Sweet: I will never understand my two-month obsession with Ballroom Blitz when I was 15, but it was legit all I listened to

Talking Heads: you may find yourself in a pizza hut. And you may find yourself in a taco bell. And you may find yourself at the combination pizza hut and taco bell. And you may ask yourself; ‘how did I get here?’

Temple Of The Dog: I keep confusing them for Nazareth

Ten Years After: somehow still relevant

Tesla: not the car or the dude

The Beatles: Evokes a lot of opinions from people. Mine is that I love them

The Clash: I showed my sister the ‘Lock The Taskbar’ vine ONCE and it still kills her

The Doors: evokes teenage terror from deep within my soul

The Guess Who: Canada’s answer to confusing question-themed band names

The Kinks: kinky

The Police: wrote the theme of 2020 and everyone somehow forgot it was about a teacher resisting becoming a pedophile

The Ramones: playing all of their songs in a row wouldn’t take more than 2 hours

The Romantics: you don’t think you know them, but if you’ve seen Shrek 2, you have

The Who: If someone can explain Tommy to me, I’d be glad to hear it

The Zombies: I think they happened because of the 60s

Thin Lizzy: Could the boys maybe leave town?

Thorogood, George: blues, but make it modern

Toto: the most memed song behind All Star

Townshend, Pete: just makes me think of the end of Mr. Deeds

T-Rex: Mark Bolan is an icon

Triumph: The no-name brand of Rush

Tubes: like the yogurt

Twisted Sister: they did a christmas album and my mom does NOT hate it

U2: U2 Movers; we move in mysterious ways

Van Halen: RIP Eddie

Van Morrison: honestly, who’s named Van?

Vaughn, Stevie Ray: Steamy Ray Vaughn

Walsh, Joe: The Smoker You Drink The Player You Get

War: Foghat, but even groovier

Whitesnake: the most successful band to be named after a penis

Wright, Gary: the 90s thanks him for writing the song every movie used for the “guy sees cute girl and it’s love at first sight” scene

Yes: To Be Continued

Young, Neil: The best part of CSNY

Zevon, Warren: the album cover of Excitable Boy makes me deeply uncomfortable for reasons I don’t understand

ZZ Top: has been the same three guys since 1969. Lineup unchanged. 

3 Doors Down: They feel a little modern to be on a classic rock station, but whatever

38 Special: Why 38?

#I made this instead of doing homework #Classic Rock #Meme

[shrektitty]

Penpal/ writing friend? Needed? Wanted?¿

Basically looking for ppl to write to and send cute/artsy stuff to and vice versa!!

- HELLO!!!

- I’m 19

- I live in SoCal

‼️PLEASE READ ALL THE WAY THROUGH GRACIAS!!!‼️

What I’m looking for:

- 17-22

- Open minded

- Someone who will not get tired or weirded out by my random and non making sense writing and thoughts. There’s a lot going on up there🧠

- Expect long letters but at first very short cause my brain needs to marinate and season up to you. And I need to feel comfortable so yeah. Gotta defrost myself bit by bit💅🏼Walter my man I’m coming for you💋❄️🏃🏻‍♀️

🪐

We can talk about just anything and everything😏 exchange art| poems| playlists| photos| etc. |passions| interests| future| views| spirituality| even books but i DO NOT READ😭but I will if yu recommend me something🤓|movies| your deepest darkest secrets😈hahjajajja jk👀🤸🏻‍♀️. Like if you wanna talk about those google searches you be doing at 2am let’s do it girlie let’s girlboss/ gossip🤼‍♀️🌝.Or questions you’re too embarrassed or scared to ask your irl besties, let’s gooo cause I’m yur girrll💃🏻 we don’t judge here baby👩🏻‍⚖️ unless for CERTAIN THINGS CAUUSEEEE💂🏻‍♀️⭐️

NOOW FOR THE FUN PART: MEEEEEE!!!!!

Lol jk but no cause this is some info about me

- GORGEOUS GORGEOUS GIRLS/ GALS LOVE/j : ghibli| Sanrio| VAMPIRES; movies| plushies| STICKERS| makeup| tiny miniature things| picking and dropping hobbies like hot pockets| weird looking stuff| collecting hello kitty things| perler art| jewelry| FOOOOOOODDDD| making random shiii| balding😻 but still dying your hair😼 YASSSSSS

- Fav shoes: doom patrol| aggretsuko| teen wolf (yes still👊🏻)| ahs(gorgeous gorgeous girlies only rewatch the first four seasons over and over🤘🏼)|ghost whisperer| criminal minds| bobs burgers| atlab| dexter (tho I’m only one season 1 ep2😮‍💨)|

- Music: tbh I like mostly everything. My 2021 Spotify top artists were: pierce the veil| deftones| system of a down| Lana del rey| bring me the horizon, so do with tht wat yu will😎

- I’m sorta a gamer or watevs💁🏻‍♀️🎧 🎮 I play fortnite (so maybe we can play together sometime) tho I’m not super great at it, Minecraft, just dance, gone home (completed it in 2hrs w/o looking at the other half of the house so I guess yu can say I’m a pro🙅🏻‍♀️ and AND I’m gonna brag here a bit: I solved tht storyline before getting to the fucking basement LIKE SRS IF YU DIDNT COME ONNNNN/j) n thts it🙂 lmfao

- I think thts it for now even tho tht was mostly all🥲 but the rest of the beans will be placed on the table later on😉

🪐

💥🚨 *siren sounds* 🚨 *siren sounds*🚨💥

- we MUST *typing sounds* online first☝🏼 cause idk you like tht😳 YET ,so let’s get to it🤓 it’ll be mostly until we BOTH feel comfortable enough to share

- Also I Will NOT reply fast so get you something to do while waiting for me to reply cause😭🤚🏻 it’ll be a while but probably not more than 3-5 business days. Also I vanish into the abyss for like a couple of days to weeks but I’ll come back. Source: trust be bro😙🤲🏼

⭐️

Also I’m posting this now cause I wanna know wat yu got for Christmas cause I be nosey like tht🗿

Also this would be my first time doing something like this so be patient😡 but I do hav ALOT of experience. Resume: YouTube, Pinterest, google, tumblr🫂

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If you think yu hav wat it takes and got what it takes to match my vibes💫 shoot me a message😮‍💨🤘🏻 lol jk but yeth if you would like to be writing pals but first online pals, come on Barbie let’s go party💃🏻🎶 LETS TALK!!!! Sorry for screaming😃

#penpal #pen pal #letters #online friends #let’s be besties #snail mail #writing #friends #exchange letters #mail #writing buddies #yolo lol #searching for friends

[rainydawgradioblog]

10 most underrated Joni Mitchell songs

Joni Mitchell’s surprise return to Spotify marks the first day of my life. Two grueling years of mp3 downloads, YouTube video playlists, and Apple Music temptations took quite the toll, but we’ve made it. To celebrate, here’s a list of 10 criminally underrated Joni bangers that deserve your streams. Now!

“Refuge of the Roads” (1976)

The ultimate highway soundtrack, “Refuge of the Roads” is an escapist hallucination with some of the sexiest bass you’ll ever hear. Joni’s on the run, hiding from the critics and her deep-seeded feelings of love that keep her from being the picture of independence she longed to be. The song details her miraculous recovery from cocaine addiction thanks to a Tibetan Buddhist master in Colorado and the insignificance of her emotional existence. It’s also one of her favorite songs she ever recorded!

“Judgment of the Moon and Stars (Ludwig’s Tune)” (1972)

A piano tribute to Beethoven, “Ludwig’s Tune” is Joni finding solace in another legendary musician’s experience of being misinterpreted. Just like Ludwig, her art was deemed “too raw” at a time where no one was trauma dumping like Joni was. The song is a peak in Joni’s orchestration skills, with glorious winds and vocal runs, plus some of her best poetry to match. 

“Talk to Me” (1977)

I never thought the same woman who sang “A Case Of You” would be literally chicken squawking on record, but we’re blessed to live in that reality. Joni’s sense of humor on “Talk To Me” is on full display, dodging punchy acoustic guitar and raging fretless bass, begging “Mr. Mystery” (presumably Bob Dylan) to talk to her. “You spend every sentence as if it was marked currency / Come and spend some on me” is lyrical brilliance, not to mention one of the most iconic opening lines, period.

“Harry’s House/Centerpiece” (1975)

Joni’s storytelling skills fly under the radar way too often, despite her pointed observations in “Harry’s House/Centerpiece” being one of the greatest critiques of gender roles in music. Her blend of jazz fusion and a jazz standard adds to the traditional versus modern views of gender roles she’s observing, and her top tier crooning sells it hard. Not to mention Harry Styles named a whole album after the song!

Borderline (1994)

Not many of Joni’s songs match the intensity of “Borderline,” with a drop dead gorgeous steel guitar/organ combo and insightful 50-year-old cynicism. I think of “Borderline” as her 90s version of “Both Sides Now”. She makes sure to remind us that no one really knows life at all, and pretending otherwise only builds the borderlines between us. A brutally honest queen!

“Love” (1982)

For someone who allegedly doesn’t know love at all, Joni seems very well-acquainted with it on this song. Her insightful takes are a lot to digest, but they’re paired with winding early-80s production that work seamlessly. Think Leonard Cohen-level poetry and Steely Dan-esque funk with just a touch of 80s cheesiness.  

“People’s Parties” (1974)

Even Joni has social anxiety, and “People’s Parties” is very that. Her descriptions of the posh social climbers and dramatics at the exclusive events she attends is strangely relatable to your average introvert, while also serving up a juicy critique of elitism in showbusiness. “People’s Parties” is some of her most charismatic musical phrasing, and her lower register in the outro scratches every itch in my brain. 

“The Dry Cleaner From Des Moines” (1979)

Charles Mingus pulled something so specific out of Joni that is not talked about enough. On “TDCFDM,” Joni’s practically playing the part of every instrument next to bumbling bass, skittering drums, floating saxophone, and razor-sharp horns, and sounding next-level doing it. If anything Joni’s made proves her supernatural abilities, it’s this song.

"Conversation" (1970)

“Conversation” is the original love triangle song, and Joni is feeling chaotic. She’s helplessly flirting back and forth with a guy who’s taken, bringing him apples and cheese and listening to him rant about his relationship issues. Sonically the song is the perfect encapsulation of obsessing over someone new, and her signature soprano is perfection as per usual. 

"The Last Time I Saw Richard" (1971)

Holding a candle to ballads like “A Case Of You” and “River” seems unthinkable, but Blue’s closer makes it look easy. Richard and Joni play two sides of a spectrum; Richard being chewed up and spit out by pain and heartbreak, while Joni is fighting for optimism amidst the emotional devastation we hear on Blue. Joni’s pissed and panicked that someone could give up on happiness, so she’s “gonna blow this damn candle out,” refusing to let life get the best of her. 

Here's my comprehensive guide to Joni in playlist form. Happy listening!

Mead Gill