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killemwithkawaii · 3 years
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What do you think yandery sal and Larry would do if there fem S.O tide themselves to the bed and told them to do whatever they wanted.
Double Trouble and their tied up Fem!S/O-
(NS/FW warnings under the cut)
(CW: SalxAFAB readerxLarry, bondage, group sex, slight degradation/teasing, unsanitary, double penetration, oral sex, anal sex...- this thing is long and gets LEWD (but also wholesome) enjoy~ 💕💦)
It took a moment for the whole scene to sink in for Sal and Larry: their girlfriend, [y/n], greeting the pair sheepishly as she laid on her back, already naked and tied to the bedposts. She explained that she was basically serving herself up on a silver platter for the ravenous pair to feast, and the two were quickly in agreement that this was not an opportunity to be wasted. On the contrary, it was one that should certainly be savored...
Safewords had been discussed between all parties much before this. It wasn't at all unusual for their lovemaking to take a kinky turn, and while pain and degradation could come into play, the last thing the boys wanted to do was cause their darling any harm. They knew what she enjoyed, what her weak spots were, her hard limits and how far she liked to be pushed, so there was no need for a lengthy discussion before the two approached.
[Y/n] had expected (or at least hoped for) them to go right into fucking her senseless- she had showered, set out their small toy collection on the nightstand for easy access and tied herself securely to the bed before her partners had gotten home. She had been lying there for a good half an hour since, her anticipation building as her mind wandered, wondering what exactly would be done to her when she was found... She was already plenty wet, and the boys were quick to start making comments about the whole scene.
"Wow [y/n], the sheets already have a spot- how long have you been waiting for us to come home," Sal wondered aloud.
"And what have you been thinking about us doing, exactly? You have like, every toy we own out. Well, except for- oh..."
Larry had nudged her thighs open a little to get a better look at how aroused she already was, and found that the plug that was absent from the lineup of toys was already in place- [y/n] had meant it when she had told them she was ready for anything upon her discovery, and her partners exchanged a mischievous glance before they settled in on either side of her.
They began speaking into her ears in low voices, playfully teasing and scolding her for being so unabashedly debaucherous. They ran their hands lightly up her arms, down her neck, over her torso and thighs, making a point to avoid touching her more sensitive areas, despite her quiet whimpers meant to urge them to do otherwise. She had gotten herself so excited before they'd even walked in the door, and she was already getting impatient.
"What's wrong, [y/n]? Are you that desperate for us to take advantage of you already," Larry asked with mock-surprise.
"Heh," Sal chuckled, joining Larry in his taunting, "what if we don't feel like it, though? What if we just wanna watch you lie here and squirm...?"
Her whimpering gave way into quiet begging as they continued their teasing- nibbling and licking her ears and neck and gently pinching her nipples as she began to writhe, leaning into their torturously light touches. It was exactly what they wanted, to see her resolve crumble, hear her breathy voice demand exactly what she had been fantasizing about, her carnal need overshadowing any shame that was holding her back from seeking honest satisfaction. Larry and Sal were happy to oblige her... once the string of thoughts she was moaning became explicit and desperate enough.
"Please! Please, touch me already... fuck me- both of you, please, don't tease me anymore, I need it! Please...!!" She was straining against the ropes she had tied to her own wrists, tempted to undo the knots and take care of business herself, if her partners insisted on torturing her for much longer.
Sal is the first to indulge her, tracing two fingers over her clit and slowly dipping them inside her. She gasped and bucked against his hand, seeking to increase the friction, but he kept his pace even and slow.
"Aw dude, you're fingering her already? She could have handled at least a couple more minutes..."
"I know, but look at her, Larry! And she did say, 'please...'. I think we can at least help take the edge off a little."
"Heh. You're too nice for your own good sometimes, Sally..."
Despite what he said, Larrys hand trailed down to join Sals, also inserting two digits and enjoying the resulting  look on [y/n]s face, her eyes growing wide as she watched the two finger-fuck her.
"Ooohh..."
"How’s that, [y/n]," Her opinion was pretty obvious, but Sal always liked to hear her say it out loud.
"Ugh, it's so good...! But I... I want more. Can you...?"
They both knew that she was about to ask them to fuck her properly, but they didn't see any need to rush into that- they wanted to take their time (and make her see stars) before they started focusing on themselves.
The two started kissing down her body, Larry lingering at her breasts for a moment before joining Sal between her legs. They continued to pump their fingers into her pussy, picking up the pace as the two began making a grand and lewd display of kissing one another, occasionally glancing up at [y/n] to make sure she was still watching them. They spread her lips with their free hands and lowered their heads, sandwiching her clit between their tongues as they firmly slid them against each other. The low moans coming from their throats sent light vibrations across her sensitive nerves, and, having already been whipped into a frenzy from their prolonged foreplay, [y/n] reached her first climax quickly and suddenly. She let out a clipped yelp as her back arched of the mattress, and both men held her in place to keep her from wriggling away from their mouths as she rode out her orgasm.
Her body fell back to the bed, and her lovers observed her for a moment as she tried to regain her senses, licking their lips with hunger before they began shifting positions- They untied her limp wrists from the posts and folded them behind her back before retying the knot, which allowed the pair to maneuver her how they wished. [Y/n] was gingerly laid on top of Sal, her legs splayed and her cheek against his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair and down her back, and it felt so soothing, she felt she could have drifted off to sleep, had the click of a plastic bottle cap and the feeling of the mattress shifting under Larrys weight behind her not alerted her to his intentions.
She whined and jerked reflexively when she felt his fingers graze her ass and trail to the handle of the plug, only for him and Sal to grab her hips and put her back in position.
"Oh, no you don't...," Sal scolded.
"Where do you think you're going, [y/n]? You said we could do anything we wanted, riiight?"
"You're not backing out on us, are you? Such a tease..."
She knew they were only playing, that she could say 'yes, I take it back,' and she would be untied within seconds with no questions asked. She trusted both of them whole-heartedly, enough to leave herself completely at their mercy (if that wasn't evident by the position she had put herself in earlier). She knew they held her comfort above their own pleasure... which helped to calm the butterflies in her stomach and help her to relax once more.
"No, I... I want you to..."
"Hm? I can't quite hear you from back here..."
"I want you to!"
Sal tipped her jaw upward to face him.
"What do you want us to do, [y/n]? We want to hear you say it..."
She swallowed hard and her face flushed, knowing they wouldn't move forward without her asking (or, rather, pleading) for them to do so.
"I want you two... I want you both to fuck me. Right now...." She pouted. "Pleeease~?" She gave an inviting wiggle with her ass to punctuate the 'please,' and that was enough of an invitation for Larry and Sal to stop holding themselves back any longer.
Larry once again gripped the plug handle, ever-so-slowly pulling it from her body and setting it aside to be dealt with later. Sal continued to soothe her as Larry pressed his already-lubed cock against her and gently pushed forward, groaning as the ring of muscle gradually began to give way to him. The intrusion felt odd, but not unwelcomed, and she concentrated on staying relaxed until the shallow friction started to become increasingly pleasant. She began to rock lightly to meet his thrusts, grinding herself against Sal as she did so, but Larry slowed to a stand-still inside of her after a few moments.
"Ahh... why are you stopping?"
"Heh. Why? Are you starting to like it," Larry goaded her on. She could hear the smirk on his face.
She hid against Sals chest and nodded, hoping the silent admission would be enough for him to continue.
"Are you ready for more, then...?"
She knew what Sal was suggesting, and she once again nodded, her ears and cheeks burning with a bitter-sweet mixture of embarrassment and arousal. [Y/n] felt Sal slip his hand between them and position his thick cock between her slickened lips, but he pushed in only enough to ensure it would stay in place. Neither of them moved until she began to whine once more.
"C'mon guys, enough teasing already..!"
"What, you expect us to do all the work," Larry snorted.
"Yeah, you wanted this, right? Then show us just how much..."
She bit her lip and tentatively pushed backward onto both of them, moving as much as she could while still tied. The boys began rocking their hips in tandem with her, getting progressively deeper, until she was taking them both almost completely. Her eyes began rolling back as they all found a rhythm, the sounds of slapping flesh and their collective panting and moaning filling the room. All three quickly lost themselves in the act, in the mounting pleasure, in the intimacy and trust inherent in the moment. Sal had his arms wrapped around [y/n] as he thrusted into her, and Larry gripped her hips as he did the same, the two peppering kisses on whatever parts of her and each other that their mouths could reach. The kink and roleplay and power dynamic had slipped away at some point, [y/n] having worked her wrists free of the purposefully-loose knot so she could clutch her partners as tightly as they held her. The threesome had become just that- three people who cared deeply for one another, making love together in order to achieve their mutual gratification and a collective satisfaction of their desires.
It was unclear who came undone first, as it all seemed to blur together in one ecstatic crescendo, but the three ended up spent and lying in a sweaty pile on the bed. They slowly came down from their high and caught their breath, limbs tangled in a dazed effort to keep each other close. [Y/n] eventually let out a sigh and smiled widely.
"Ugh, that was awesome...~"
"Heh. Agreed," Sal nuzzled his cheek against the top of her head as he nodded.
"...you should tie yourself up more often, [y/n]," Larry suggested as he stared at the ceiling, still pretty spaced out.
"Eh, give me a few minutes... and maybe another shower..."
"Oh, are we going for round two," Larry suddenly perked up at the suggestion.
"I vote we order pizza first," Sal put his hand on his stomach. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving..."
"I could definitely eat."
"What, my pussy wasn't enough of a meal for you two?" [y/n] said with feigned indignation.
"It was tasty, but not very filling..." Sal admitted.
"Pfft ahaha..."
"Ehehe, that's fair... ah, I love you guys. So, so much...~" She squeezed Larry and Sal in a tight hug.
"We love you, too, [y/n]," 💕
"More than anything,"💕
"Mmm~," she gave them each a kiss and let her head fall back onto the pillow. "Ah... Okay, yeah, I'm feeling it. Let's talk toppings, boys...~"
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wistfulcynic · 4 years
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Self-Promo Sunday: Four Christmases
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Merry Christmas everyone! I wrote this fic last year for CS Secret Santa so I thought I’d share again. Enemies to friends to lovers with family moments and ice skating!  
SUMMARY: When Emma Swan first meets Killian Jones at her sister’s Christmas party, she is not impressed. Over the course of the four Christmases they spend in each other’s company, Killian does his best to change her mind. 
On Tumblr: The First | The Second | The Third | The Fourth
On AO3
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THE FIRST: 
They say first impressions are important, and Emma had always been a believer in this. It was essential for her job; if the skips weren’t convinced that she was there for a date with them, they’d never fall into her honey trap.
Of course, in her line of work she never spent enough time with anyone for there to be a second or third impression, so the first was pretty much all you got.
Her first impression of Killian Jones, formed about two hours into Emma’s sister Mary Margaret’s annual Christmas party, was not favourable. Of course she noticed his handsome face with its bright blue eyes and very kissable lips, but at the moment of their meeting those eyes were fixed on the naked breasts of her friend Ruby as the lips descended to latch onto her nipple and suck it hard as Ruby leaned back against the bathroom sink and moaned.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” shouted Emma.
“Ems!” shrieked Ruby, pushing Killian away and yanking up her dress.
Killian turned to glare at her, clearly displeased by the interruption. “Are you fucking kidding me,” he growled. “Barging in like this…”
“‘Barging in’? To the bathroom of my own apartment?”
He regarded her more closely, interest sparking in his eyes as he took in her habitual honey-trapping outfit of tight red dress and sky-high heels, her blonde hair in loose curls tumbling down her back. (“It’s— maybe a bit much for a friendly Christmas party?” Mary Margaret had said, but Emma knew that if she were going to survive a whole night with her sister’s very friendly friends then she needed her armour very much intact.)
“Ah, you must be Swan, then,” said Killian, his blue gaze now fixed on her as though Ruby and the party and the entire rest of the world didn’t exist.
“Emma Swan, yes.” She resisted the urge to squirm under his intense regard. The accelerated heartbeat and sudden hot flush across her skin she attributed to outrage. She simply wouldn’t allow them to be due to anything else.
“And do you not knock on bathroom doors here in your apartment, Emma Swan?” he inquired mockingly.
“I did knock,” hissed Emma, unconsciously moving closer to him. “You clearly didn’t hear me.”
“Well, I was rather occupied, love,” he said with an arrogant smirk that made her blood boil.
“I am not your love!”  
“No, indeed. Although that could certainly be remedied, should you wish it… Swan.” His smirk turned lascivious as he leaned into her space, his gaze roaming her body. His tongue flicked out to wet his lower lip and Emma actually shivered, suddenly overcome by images of that tongue and those lips on her skin.
What is wrong with me?
“You’re disgusting,” she hissed.
“Bit harsh, love.”
“Coming on to me in front of your— of the—” she gestured angrily at Ruby, who had been watching the interplay between Emma and Killian with extreme interest.
“Chill, Ems, it was just a bit of fun,” she said, “I took the opportunity to get some hot pirate action, but now that you have completely killed the mood, I’ll be getting back to the party. Maybe another time, Captain.”
“Aye, love,” replied Killian, his eyes still locked with Emma’s.
Ruby shook her head and squeezed behind Emma to get to the door, forcing her to take another step closer to Killian, who favoured her with a smile she would have found charming on a man she didn’t loathe.
“Now then, Swan, care to pick up where she left off?”
“I would rather rip out my own fingernails,” she retorted, the breathiness of her voice revealing the lie of her words. Why couldn’t she breathe?
He laughed, completely unperturbed. “I’d heard you were a tough lass.”
“Woman.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Lass means girl, right? I’m not a girl.”
The smirk returned. “That you certainly are not,” he purred, his voice dark and velvety and dripping with sinful promise.
There was that shiver again. Emma ground her teeth, struggling to think over the pounding of her heart, barely aware that she was biting her lower lip and shifting on her feet, squeezing her thighs together in an attempt to quell the tingling between them. What the hell was happening? There was no way she could be physically attracted to this jerk.
Killian closed the remaining distance between them, leading with his hips, one thumb tucked under his belt. With the other hand he reached up to grasp a lock of her hair, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger.
“So what do you say, Swan…” Maybe, she thought wildly, maybe I could… just this once… “…shall we see just how much of a woman you are?”
And the spell was broken.
Ugh, he was the worst, and now she was furious. Furious with him for ruining his gorgeous face by being such an asshole, with herself for being prepared to overlook it. How could she ever have even considered letting him touch her?
Quick as a flash, she grabbed his hand from her hair and whipped him around, twisting his arm behind his back, smiling in satisfaction at his grunt of pain.
“I would not fuck you,” she hissed in his ear, “If you were the last man on earth and the last hope for continuing the human race.” She wrenched his arm higher. “Do you understand?”
“I do,” he replied, through clenched teeth, “You needn’t press the point, Swan.”
She released him, and he immediately stumbled away from her, wincing as he reached up to massage his shoulder. He turned towards the door, twisting the knob and opening it a few inches before suddenly pausing and closing it again.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
She blinked in surprise. “What?”
He turned to look at her for the first time since she’d released his arm, his expression free of suggestion or innuendo. Instead he looked… ashamed?
“My behaviour just now, it was… uncouth. Bad form. I apologise.”
“Oh.” She had not been expecting that. “Uh, fine. Thanks. Still not gonna fuck you.”
The smirk returned, this time merely a wry twist of his mouth, an eyebrow slightly quirked. “I’d never dream of suggesting you would,” he said. “See you around, Emma Swan.”
And with a small, slightly mocking bow, he was gone.
She saw him several more times that night, watched him actually, if she was honest, as he chatted and laughed and charmed his way through her friends and acquaintances. She waited for him to slip up, to show them the nasty, leering side of himself she’d seen in the bathroom, but he never did. In fact, they all seemed to love him.
It really pissed her off.
“So who is this Killian guy anyway?” she asked Mary Margaret when they went to the kitchen together to get drinks for everyone.
“Uh, he’s a friend of David’s.” Mary Margaret was distracted, trying to remember all the drink orders.
“Yeah, but how do they know each other? They seem… kinda different.”
“They met during David’s year abroad. You remember he studied in London? Killian was there too, I think they met in a pub or something.”
“Yeah, he seems like the kind of guy to hang out in pubs,” said Emma, wrenching the cap off a bottle of beer with perhaps slightly more force than was strictly required.  
Mary Margaret gave her an odd look. “Killian is definitely a character, but David says he was miserable in London before they met. Killian helped him feel more at home, introduced him to his friends, invited him to parties and stuff. He’s really a nice guy, Emma.”
Emma snorted. Nice guys didn’t come on to strange women in bathrooms.
“David’s been trying to get him to Storybrooke for Christmas for years now, but he’s always busy. He has to leave again tomorrow, actually. Something to do with his work.”
“What does he do?” Why was she interested?
“I don’t know exactly, he works on some kind of ship. Modern piracy, or something, David said.”
Ruby had called him a pirate too.
As she helped Mary Margaret carry the drinks, Emma found her attention drawn back to Killian, who was sitting on the arm of the sofa talking to… well, everyone, it seemed. He was telling a story, illustrating it animatedly with his hands —nice hands, she noticed, damn it— obviously coming to the punch line just as she arrived because the entire room burst into laughter.
Emma gritted her teeth as she handed him a beer.
“Thank you, Swan,” he said, with a polite smile. She nodded brusquely and turned away. She did not stomp off. She didn’t.
“So you’ve met Emma then,” said David.
“Aye, though I fear I’ve made rather a poor first impression,” Killian replied.
“Yeah, that’s not hard to do. Emma can be a bit prickly. She wasn’t my biggest fan at first either.”
“She’s Mary Margaret’s sister, you say?”
“Half sister, yeah. It’s a sad story. Their dad had a fling with Emma’s mom right after Mary Margaret’s mom died. When Emma’s mom found out she was pregnant, she freaked out and ran away. Their dad tried to find her, but she’d completely disappeared. Emma was found abandoned on the side of a road when she was less than a day old, and no one ever saw her mother again. She got swallowed up by the system then, spent years in foster care before their dad finally tracked her down.”
“Bloody hell.”
“You said it.”
Killian watched as Emma distributed drinks to the rest of the guests. Although she wasn’t unfriendly, her body language was decidedly closed off and unwelcoming, a clear warning to anyone who might try to get too close. Yet she couldn’t quite hide the yearning in her eyes as she watched the easy way the others interacted. She wanted affection, he realised, longed for intimacy, she just couldn’t open herself up to it, couldn’t bring herself to let anyone in.  
Fascinating.
He wished he could tell her that he understood, that he’d also been abandoned by a parent, and that after his brother’s death followed closely by his girlfriend’s he’d closed himself off from people too. It was hard to let anyone in when your only experiences with intimacy had ended in loss and betrayal, no one understood that better than he. Unfortunately, he feared he’d destroyed any chance to connect with her before he’d even really known he wanted to.
Killian kicked himself mentally for what must be the hundredth time in the past hour for having been such a boor in the bathroom. He didn’t know what he’d been thinking.
Although no, that wasn’t quite true. The problem was that he hadn’t been thinking. At least, he hadn’t been thinking with his brain. With his body already worked up by his dalliance with Ruby and his wits dulled by alcohol he had simply not been prepared for Emma, for the sharp green eyes that had pierced clear to his soul even as her soft gold hair had begged for his fingers to sink into it and pull her mouth to his. Immediately Ruby and the party and the fact that they were in the bloody bathroom had flown right out of his head, leaving only Emma and the hitch in her breath that he could feel on his cheek, the way her eyes had darkened as she bit a bright pink hue into her lower lip completely overwhelming his common sense and all his filters.
Oh, and he was a complete arse. That hadn’t helped matters either.
If only he didn’t have to leave early the next morning, he thought in frustration. Given enough time, he might be able to salvage the situation —salvaging wrecks was his job, after all— but instead her negative opinion of him would only solidify in his absence, and she’d probably spend the rest of her life thinking he was a creepy jerk.
He had no idea why this troubled him so much. All he knew was that he’d never felt so drawn to a woman before; even beyond the sexual attraction he sensed a kindred spirit in her and he couldn’t bear the idea of her despising him. Even if they never saw each other again.
He managed to speak to her once more, as he was leaving the party. She had fetched his coat for him (at Mary Margaret’s request and clearly under protest, he couldn’t help noticing), and he allowed his fingers to brush hers, lightly, as he took it from her.
Her sharp intake of breath and the way she snatched her hand away was balm to his soul. Whatever else, she wasn’t indifferent to him.
“So, you’re leaving tomorrow,” she blurted out, as he was shrugging the coat on.
“Aye. I have to get back to work.”
“On Christmas Eve?”
“Much of my work is… time sensitive. And I’ve no family anymore, so there’s not much point in taking the time off when I’d just be spending it alone.”
He had no idea why he’d told her that.
Perhaps he just wanted her to know that he too knew what it felt like to have no one.
Understanding and a hint of sympathy flashed across her face. “You could spend it with David,” she said, in a friendlier tone. “The holidays, I mean. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”
“Aye, so he keeps telling me. But I don’t wish to impose.” He hesitated a moment before adding “Perhaps next year.” He zipped up his coat and slung his satchel over his shoulder, then turned and smiled at her, offering his hand. To his surprise, she took it.
On impulse, he lifted hers to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. Her eyes widened, and she swallowed hard, licking her lips as she did, and Killian cursed the gods and the fates, and his own idiot self for ruining whatever chances he might otherwise have had with this woman.
“Happy Christmas, Emma Swan,” he said.
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tearsinmysoupp · 5 years
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LET GO BY AVRIL WAS THE BEST ALBUM OF ALL TIME F PITCHFORK
Hey all,
I wish I could be a little less cliche with the whole tumblr thing, but this is what it is, and this is where we are, soooooooooooooooo sometimes you have to take a deep breathe and say “yolo I am making a tumblr.”
Where are we today? My Dad’s at this very moment. But sheesh. To tell everyone the truth, I have no fucking clue how we got here. And by “here,” I mean HERE. (RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW.) 
Life is feeling very strange right now and I am sorry this is in blog format instead of LIVE on periscope. I suck. I know, ok? So try to forgive me. 
So let’s just talk here, and catch up on WTF is newwwwwwwwwwwwww
Well things have been CHAOTIC to say the least. I have every middle aged person who attended my graduation (with the exception of my mother) at my Dad’s house breathing down my neck, so I know what you must be thinking: “TARYN!!!!! NOOOOO, WHAT IS IT LIKE TO NOT HAVE THE SPACE NEEDED TO FULLY EXPRESS YOURSELF ON PERISCOPE?!?!HOW ARE YOU SURVIVING WITHOUT YOUR ART?!?!?” 
GUYS, let me tell you THIS: it has been incredibly challenging not having the proper space or time to CREATE my art. It has been hard having people come to basically babysit my 22 year old ass. Pathetic, I know. 
But sometimes you have lupus and a weird tick borne infection (BARTONELLA) that impact your mental health come up and you need the extra help, so you just have to pat yourself on the back and remember that BENJAMIN BUTTON had it worse than you. (spoiler alert: the guy literally is born an old man and reverses as he ages and eventually becomes A BABY!!!!!! which totally sucks. I feel for the guy.)
Sorry for the caps guys.. Really just trying emphasize how humiliating this is in a semi-humorous/self deprecating way. But in all seriousness, this EXPERIENCE has been so humbling. From panic attacks in parking lots to not being able to talk to crazy hives, I have been living it up in ways I hope to never live through again.
So what have I been doing with all of my time? Now that I am officially unemployed or #takingaleaveofabsencefromwork, I have been feeling pretty fucking weird. No school, no work, just me. WOW. And my family .. wooooo. turn up. 
Last couple days has been managing my allergic reaction and I had to go off my antibiotics, so that was damage control and as a result I felt foggy and weirdly more depressed than usual, so that SUCKED. 
Yesterday, things got back to normal as far as feeling like myself even though my right eye was still a little puffy from the allergic reaction from hell. Things being better as far as my mental health goes were a result of me taking my antibiotics, which is pretty crazy when you think: “my anti-FUCKING-biotics” are making me SANE. And let me clarify, these antibiotics are not just making me SANE, but I haven't felt even a little bit of anxiety while on them, which would lead one to suspect that my issues with my mental health were not rooted in my “psyche,” instead, these issues were part of a disease process #TURNTHEFUP !!!
Ok but continuing.. WHAT DO I DO??!?!?! 2 days into this thing so far. Today, I found myself being fucking furious with pitchfork. I hate to say it, but pitchfork is the worst. They do album reviews where they rate an album 0-10, which is problematic, because art, music, whatever IS SUBJECTIVE, and it is based on who is fucking consuming it, so to RATE something 0-10 is so backwards and stupid that UGH!!!!!!! 
And this is not even the worst part... JUST wait for it guys. So I kind of lost my shit when I saw this: Avril Lavigne’s album Let Go in 2002, the one with Sk8r boi, complicated, I’m with you, ECT was rated a 6.6 by some girl in DECEMBER 2018..... I know guys. Try to contain your rage, because I know this is complete bullshit. 
For some reason, Pitchfork feels the need to have an opinion on everything, so it is reviewing influential albums of the past and rating them NOW? There is so much wrong here that I need to stop talking about it because my BLOOD PRESSURE IS THROUGH THE ROOF!!!!!! (jk but I am getting heated) “LET GO by AVRIL WAS THE BEST ALBUM OF ALL TIME”-KANYE
But seriously, someone on Pitchfork gave Greta Van Fleet a 1.6, which to be real was a unfair rating of their album, but yeah, Pitchfork can be the kiss of death to smaller groups who are just getting started. Good news is that Greta Van Fleet had a solid fan base who rejected Pitchfork’s review, so they are all good. Also, things really do not get scored at like a 1.6. Like Pitchfork sucks but not THAT BAD, so I wouldn't be surprised if the author of that review did that to personally spite that group or someone in that band lmao. DAYM #DRAMAALERT
Moving on my friends, I got lit off of that. So I hate Pitchfork. THE CAT IS OUT OF THE BAG. 
Talking about something I do like: James Blake’s new album “Assume Form.”   Prior to this release, his albums focused on feelings of isolation or alienation whereas this one centers on intimacy, so unsurprisingly it is unlike anything he has put out before. QUITE THE PLOT TWIST. Would highly recommend “Power on.” Blake is able to capture a feeling or situation that feels familiar while also having vocals that sound like butter.
POWER ON LYRICS: 
“I thought I might be better dead, but I was wrong I thought everything could fade, but I was wrong I thought I'd never find my place, but I was wrong And where I least wanted to look, it came along I thought sex was at my pace, but I was wrong I thought it mattered more I'd say, but I was wrong I thought you were second place to every song I thought you'd overstayed your welcome I was wrong, power on, power on
Have you ever coexisted (Power on) So easily? Let's go home and talk shit about everyone Let's go home, finally”
HERE IS THE LINK TO THIS SONG 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZe3mq9EJ90 -------------------
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