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supersonic11 · 1 year
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Where is your boy tonight?
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I hope he is a gentleman
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And maybe he won't find out what I know
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You were the last good thing about this part of town
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zinemusical · 2 years
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Milk lança single que precede novo álbum https://zinemusical.wordpress.com/2022/06/16/milk-lanca-single-que-precede-novo-album/
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thelampisaflashlight · 3 months
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Swiss, hanging out with Dew: "So, humor me here, you fulltime ghoulies, you guys have, like, individual scents, yeah?" Dew, nodding: "Yeah, it's like, our base smell. Humans have them, too, but it's usually subtler." Swiss, curious: "What do I smell like?" Dew, thinking: "On a good day? Kind of like movie theater popcorn, which might not sound that impressive, but it's the vibe, too. Like, smells like going to the movies with friends on a summer day and you just got that first blast of AC on your skin. Not unpleasant, but kind of bittersweet." Swiss, surprised: "Huh, so it's more than just a scent, it's a vibe, too? Okay, what about you? What have you been told you smell like?" Dew, looking away: "Uhhh..." Swiss: "What? What's wrong?" Cumulus, walking by: "He smells like oat milk and honey, because he's such a sweetheart~!" Dew: "I do not! I smell like brimstone and hellfire!" Cirrus, poking her head in: "Warm baked potato with sour cream that was cooked in foil over a campfire with a hint of s'mores." Dew, embarrassed: "Only the fire part is correct!" Aether, from the kitchen: "Kind of like warm chamomile tea with condensed milk on a rainy day!" Swiss, leaning over and smelling him: "..." Dew, flustered: "What??" Swiss, about to cry: "...You smell like the tres leches cake made by my grandma-"
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rkgknno · 1 year
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Bleach sketches! also I need everyone to know that there is a zero tolerance policy for Rukia slander in this household, that is all. 
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chromateclipse · 3 months
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If I could Escape,
And recreate a place that’s my own world…
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microvibing · 18 days
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Anyone remember The punk au?
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Hot Milk - Awful Ever After
Drawing by simplytoxicart
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blarnsblog · 1 year
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i love you whiny singers
i love you shouty singers
i love you raspy singers
i love you drawly singers
i love you scratchy singers
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eatmy-customjorts · 10 months
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i wonder what he's listening to
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haveyoureadthisfanfic · 4 months
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Summary: Brendon Urie gives Ryan Ross a milk enema. 
Author: Druscilla_Way
Note from submitter: this is not an endorsment of the content or the author. Only submitting this for curiosity as this is a very infamous fic. 
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onepintobean · 1 year
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Baz and I are both alike in that we both have a fondness for milk drinkers
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March 1970, High Street, Leatherhead, Surrey, UK - Freddie Bulsara auditioned for Sour Milk Sea band, after seeing a ‘vocalist wanted’ in the ‘Melody Maker, Freddie accompanied by 'roadies' Roger Taylor and John Harris
Rob Tyrell recalls seeing him for the first time: “Freddie auditioned with us in a youth club in crypt of a church in Dorking. We were all blown away. He was very confident. I don’t think it was any great surprise to him when we offered him the job.” Jeremy Gallop agrees: “He had an immense amount of charisma, which is why we chose him. Although, we were actually spoilt for choice that day. Normally at auditions, you’d get four or five guys who were rubbish, but we had two other strong contenders. One was a black guy, who had the voice of God, but he didn’t have the looks of Fred, and the other person was Bridget St. John.
Chris Chesney: “I remember Freddie being really energetic and moving around a lot at the audition, coming up and flashing the mike at me during guitar solos. He was impressive. There was an immediate vibe. He had a great vocal range. He sang falsetto; nobody else had the bottle to do that. He said ‘Do your own songs and I’ll make up my own words’ It was very clever and very good.”
“When Freddie joined,” Chris continues, “We were on a roll. We were in the habit of playing two or three gigs a week and we continued to do so. I think we played down at the Temple in Lower Wardour Street with Freddie, the Oxford gig, and a few others.”
The Oxford gig was in the ballroom at the Randolph Hotel, one of the grandest in the city, “It was like a society-type bash, debs in frocks and all that,” recalls Chris. “I remember our sound wasn’t great.” Jeremy Gallop adds: “Freddie definitely managed to get what people were there in the palm of his hand, just by sheer aggression and his good looks. He was very posy, very camp, and quite vain. I remember him coming to my house and looking in the mirror, poking his long hair. He said ‘I look good today. Don’t you think Rubber?’ I thought, ‘Fuck Off!’ I was only eighteen at the time, and didn’t think it was funny, Now It’s hilarious.”
The only other gig featuring Freddie which the other members of Sour Milk Sea are certain about was a benefit for the homeless charity ‘Shelter’, staged at the Highfield Parish hall in Headington, Oxford, on 20th March 1970 – just weeks before Freddie teamed up with Brian May and Roger Taylor in a new group. “That was probably the last gig we played with him,” remarks Chris Chesney.
Surprisingly enough for such a low-key gig, just like Ibex’s Bolton show, Sour Milk Sea’s appearance at Headington, also made the local paper. This time it was the ‘Oxford Mail’ and incredibly, the paper also included a photograph of the group complete with Freddie – the only known shot to exist of him with Sour Milk Sea. Typically Freddie is the only one looking at the camera.
The article included an interview with the band on account of Chris Chesney’s parents being minor celebrities. It also remarked that vocalist Freddie Bulsara had only arrived ‘a couple of weeks ago’, and quoted form his song ‘Lover’. More importantly, as Chris told the paper at the time: “I don’t feel we are like any other group. Our approach is based on our relationships with one another.”
These relationships held much promise, but were fraught with danger, as Chris soon discovered. “I was staying with ‘Rubber’ at the time.” He recounts. “Then Freddie asked me to stay with him in Barnes. So I did, and we started songwriting together, getting into each other’s heads. His chords were kind of weird. They broke all the rules. F-Sharp minor to F back to A. That was totally new for me. I thought it was all very current and that we could blend our two approaches together.”
Chris continues: “We did two or three of Freddie’s songs. He had some material from the Ibex days, including ‘Lover’, ‘Blag’ and ‘FEWA’ He was good at lyrics and we wrote a couple of numbers, some big, operatic pieces. Operatic in the sense that they broke down into solo guitar parts, then built up again vocally. I can’t for the life of me remember what they were called. He also introduced weird covers like ‘Jailhouse Rock’. We’d never considered playing Elvis, or Little Richard’s ‘Lucille’. Then he had his little rock ‘n’ roll medley, which pushed the band into a showbiz direction, which I liked. He also had a lot of stagecraft going. I had a good relationship with Freddie and he liked the way I moved on stage. We were like Bowie and Ronson, where we related physically to each other on stage”.
No one in Ibex, Wreckage or Sour Milk Sea had suspected that Freddie was gay. Indeed Mike Bersin has pointed out; “Freddie had a girlfriend, Mary Austin at the time”. “Ambiguous sexuality was par for the course then.” Recalls Chris Chesney. “You didn’t question it. Anybody who did was totally unhip.” Chris and Freddie’s friendship was platonic, but close: “He wanted to style me, give me some clothes to wear, and the relationship between us got quite strong. ‘Rubber’ soon realised there was nothing in it for him.”
(➡️ source: http://www.queenpedia.com/index.php?title=Sour_Milk_Sea)
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ct-multifandom · 9 months
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I don’t usually make posts like this, but I’ve been seeing a lot of anti-intellectual junk lately, and I really think we need to put the word “pretentious” up on a shelf until people learn what it actually means.
It doesn’t describe someone who likes artsy-fartsy deep meaning media. People who are pretentious are fake. They’re posers trying to be sophisticated and unique, not like other girls. They pretend to only like stuff they think will make them sound cool when they talk about it. They want to act like they know something you don’t, and they want attention for it.
By definition, if you genuinely enjoy something, you can’t be pretentious. If it resonates with you, and you analyze it, and you don’t care what people think, that’s the polar opposite, actually. If you love obscure experimental prog music, if you watch underground high concept indie films through English teacher eyes, if you spend hours in a modern art museum reading each piece as a vessel for storytelling, if your backpack’s full of poetry books that inspire you, if you play underrated games that were someone’s passion project, if you have an interest in studying the classics or the masters, you are not pretentious.
Of course, some people just don’t like some stuff, and that’s fine, but that’s not what this is about. Don’t let anti-intellectuals shame you for enjoying things just because your interests are inaccessible to them, because they refuse to be brave and put effort into critical thinking. You’re not stuck up for refusing to overlook the craft of artists.
#anti intellectualism#media#movies#books#music#critical thinking#my friend who primarily listens to one very popular band once said that people who listen to obscure music are annoying and pretentious#which rubbed me the wrong way because 1 she knows that I listen to obscure music and 2 it’s such a cowardly consumerist take. anyone can#make music and hey a lot of the people who do make GOOD music. and this goes for all *obscure* media#this post was mostly inspired by people talking about Barbie and those anti pick me girls like the pick nobody girls who insist thinking is#for boys and having fun with an empty brain is for girls. Greta gerwig is an artist. I haven’t seen the movie yet but I know it has a deeper#message than haha cute pink! I’ve seen the summaries about the true meaning. the pinkness and popularity doesn’t negate the narritive.#though in the notes I saw a lot of tumblristas comunistas shitting on the film for being one big ad that people *fell for* which tbh is#tbh almost as anti-intellectual. don’t get me wrong they milked this film to sell hella shit but I don’t believe kids who play with dolls#are the target audience as these people claim. Barbie is a culturally iconic symbol almost archetypical of societal expectations for women#you say barbie people think unblinking perfect plastic pink girly. reminds me of the poem The Last Mojave Indian Barbie. yeah yeah you all#hate brands but this one carries undeniable significance and makes for a powerful literary device. it’s been used many times before#sorry for writing a tag essay about a film I haven’t even seen but I’m tired of internet people focusing so much on proving others wrong#that they end up oversimplifying everything just as much as the other person. god I saw people doing this to Nimona saying transphobes were#looking too deep into her character and they’re reactionary clowns for making that jump. like for once the transphobes are right. she is#trans. it’s a queer story. and irl the first people who notice queerness are the bigots who can tell you’re different. sick owns telling#them the story’s not that deep is harmful and it’s like they’re ignoring the real message on purpose. okay enough rambling hehe! thanks#barbie#nimona
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sweeter0da · 7 months
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Him and this god damn milk carton
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quecksilvereyes · 12 days
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my coworkers are all entering Diet Time again which means i get to listen to them agonise about calories and got to listen to a coworker i really like point to all the parts of her she thinks are "too fat" because she wants to have her skinny hot girl summer.
one of them recently had a gastric band put in.
i wish i could take all of them by the hands and tell them they're lovely no matter how much weight is on them. that starving yourself doesn't help with self image or the kind of mental spiralling that leads you to tell your fat coworker that because you have a double chin when you tuck your chin into your neck you deserve to not eat for months on end.
i wish i could tell them that their bellies have pouches for their organs and even if it was just fat. it's okay. it's okay to have that second coffee. you can put milk in it i pinky promise.
you'll be fine. you'll be alright. you can't hate yourself into a shape you will be satisfied with.
i wish that when i tell them that, they could hear me.
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Hot Milk - BLOODSTREAM
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