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the lyric "cause on that last night, instead of looking for a fight, ishould have looked you in the eyes, cause what it really was was me begging" oh he's going for BLOOD

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crazy how i made theories with my friend about calum having a tarot card as a song in his album and you'll never guess what that motherfucker has in his album

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Calum Hood - Don't Forget You Love Me (Official Video teaser)

Out Thursday 10 April.

Midnight in Sydney (so technically Friday), 10pm in Singapore, 3pm in UK (BST), 10am in NYC, 7am in Los Angeles... and midnight in Guam!

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everybody knows that i'm out of place

my poster for cool by Michael Clifford

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CALUM HOOD SOLO MUSIC THIS THURSDAY I WON I LITERALLY WON SO BAD 🥹🥹🥹

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CALUM HOOD SOLO ALBUM???? I WON SO BAD

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i need to.kill melissa hat

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can't believe they really played exit music (for a film) by radiohead at the end of the new yellowjackets ep i feel so sick

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the yellowjackets fandom on twitter doesn't know know what asexual is and that's slowly making my eyes twitch

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MARINE LE PEN GOING TO JAIL LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOO

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everything i learn about that man makes him worse in my eyes

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WARNING: YELLOWJACKETS SPOILERS

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simome kessell's reaction to being written off is more than justified cause why tf is a brown complexed and interessing character being written off, right after we just got her mind you 🫵, in order to introduce a white boring woman? like, honestly, there's NOTHING interesting in melissa or about her character the only thing she's got going for her is she wears a fucking hat backwards and she's a potential stalker, that's IT!!! i don't fucking care about her at all, she's not that interesting, she's plain as fuck and she just existed before, there was nothing point towards her being a survivor/important to the story!! even in the teen timeline she's getting screen time while the non white characters are being pushed to the side?? WHY DOES IT FEEL TEEN LOTTIE IS NOT THERE THIS SEASON?? WHY THEY GAVE LOTTIE SUCH A HORRIBEL AND DISRESPECTFUL DEATH??? WHY ISN'T AKYLAH OR MARI THE NEW SURVIVOR??? WHY FUCKING WHITE WOMAN NUMBER IDK 5??? and don't even make me start on taissa storylinenow revolving around van and her family just being dropped out of nowhere. or how we never got to actually see travis as an adult besides being to show nat suffering and complexity. like this is so tiring, i love the show so much, but it's exhausting and disgusting the treatment the show writers have towards non white characters

It's hard to watch this episode thinking how really yellowjackets writers love to kill women of colour then make another white character more important in the show. They really did it, it is really Melissa and if the show continues Hilary will take a bigger part of it. They really did it.

And fandom mostly doesn't want to discuss show's problem with racism, yeah.

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It's hard to watch this episode thinking how really yellowjackets writers love to kill women of colour then make another white character more important in the show. They really did it, it is really Melissa and if the show continues Hilary will take a bigger part of it. They really did it.

And fandom mostly doesn't want to discuss show's problem with racism, yeah.

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mikey madison with her puppies, birdie and peaches

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okay hear me out….ani x chef!reader

I just imagine ani sitting there on the counter looking pretty while reader cooks her dinner

alright i love to cook so here's a silly lil blurb

anora’s perched on the countertop, legs swinging idly as she watches you move around the kitchen with practiced ease. before she met you, she cooked for herself perfectly fine. but now that you're in the picture, going back to all the meal prepping and cooking just for herself sounds horrible. you've got diced garlic and onions cooking on the pan. you chuckle to yourself at the amount of times ani's walked in while you were cooking and said "it smells so good!" before you've really done anything.

anora can’t help the smile tugging at her lips as she watches you chop up zucchini and carrot with quick, confident motions. you like to hide veggies into ani's food so that you know she's eating well.

“you know,” she hums, propping her chin on her hand, elbow on her knee as she hikes one of her legs up onto the counter, “you look really hot when you’re focused like that.”

you raise an eyebrow, amused but not surprised. “oh? didn’t know making spaghetti was such a turn-on.”

“it is when you do it." like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. she tilts her head, eyes tracing the way your hands move.

she's commented on your knife skills often, and you pride yourself on that. it took years slaving away as a line cook, and now you're a proud sous chef at this restaurant you love. you like hearing ani praise how you know exactly what you're doing, how attractive it makes you. and now you can be proud that you taught ani how to tuck her fingers in so she doesn't accidentally nick herself anymore.

“plus, it’s not just the spaghetti. it’s the whole... vibe.” ani gestures.

you let out a soft laugh, shaking your head as you toss the chopped veggies into the sizzling pan. “the vibe?”

“yeah.” anora’s smile softens, and she reaches out to nudge your arm when you get close, grabbing the oregano and basil from your herb rack. “you, taking care of me. making me feel special without even trying.”

that gets you to pause for just a second, eyes meeting hers. ani's got something... tender in her gaze. vulnerable almost. like she's admitting that she likes being taken care of, by you at least. “well, you are special,” you murmur, leaning in to brush a quick, sweet kiss to her forehead.

anora just beams, cheeks warm. your heart beats harder in your chest when she looks up at you like that. "i could get used to this," she proclaims. triumphant, as she decides that there’s nowhere else she’d rather be than right here, perched on the counter, watching the love of her life make spaghetti like it’s a five-star dish just for her.

"as long as you wash the dishes," you say with a laugh, leaning down to kiss her properly.

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jealous jealous jealous girl

18+. MINORS DNI! MEN DNI!

amber freeman x fem reader

warning: drinking, smoking, fingering, possessiveness, slapping, choking, hair pulling (can yall tell i like rough sex), abusive relationship, bleeding, name calling, spit swallowing, scratching

amber had always been obsessed with you. the moment she laid eyes on you, you were hers.

that only got worse when you guys got together. you were all hers, and she made sure you’d never forget it.

tonight wasn’t any different. ambers parents were out of town *again*, so she threw another party.

not even an hour into the party you were crossfaded. she liked when you were crossfaded. you were easier to use.

wes tried to flirt with you. you smiled awkwardly, darting your eyes away from him. amber gained up on him, saying "get away from my girlfriend". he rolled his eyes and scoffed "whatever, you stole her from me anyways." amber pulls you away, she knew the conversation would just piss her off more.

amber pulled you upstairs, slamming the door behind her. you recognized the look on her face all too well,

"what was all that about", she looks at you sternly.

"amber i-"

she cuts you off,

"zip it. you fucking smiled at him"

your heart pounds, you didn’t wanna fight.

"it wasnt- like that. at all."

she mocks you in a high pitched tone "it wasnt like that,"

you had just about enough of this. you didn’t know if it was the liquor talking, or if you were genuinely that angry.

“what the fuck ever amber. believe what you want.”

her eyes narrow, her expression darkening.

"dont talk to me like that"

you glare at her, growing more and more irritated by the minute.

“are you gonna say anything?”, she grits her teeth.

“you don’t believe anything i say anyways. why do you always accuse me? you know i’d never do that.”

“then stop entertaining fucking losers, why do you like being such a whore?”, she glares at you becoming angrier.

you roll your eyes and sigh,

“whatever amber. fuck you”.

all the muscles in ambers face tense up. her breathing becomes more labored, almost shocked at your response.

“fuck me? fuck me? did you really just say that? i didn’t know you could be such a fucking bitch” she shouts, quickly approaching you.

“i didn’t know you could be so fucking controlling! jesus amber. all i did was smile. i don’t want him.” you raise your hand up over your face defensively,

she grabs your arm, pushing it away from your face “that may be true but it’s obvious you like the attention.”

“jesus christ. why do you always do this?”, you try to move your arm but she continues gripping it. “fuck let me go”

her grip tightens, “no. i’m not letting you leave me for him”.

you wince from her grabbing your arm so hard, “jesus amber. i wasn’t gonna leave you for him.”

“what, so you want to leave?”, she yells, gripping your arm almost unbearably tight

you flinch at the pain, breath quickening "of course not"

her grip loosens, she pulls you in, glaring you in the eyes, "and why not?"

you hesitate,

"what do you mean- why not?"

amber smiles, "you know what i want you to say." she thumbs your bottom lip

"i'm yours", you blush.

ambers eyes glisten and she replies,

"you are all mine. i can do whatever i want. you know that."

"mhm", you nod, "i'm all yours"

she gets closer to you, she puts her thumb on your bottom lip, "say it again". you huff, "im all yours.". she smiles "thats right, come here". she grips onto your hair, kissing you passionately. you grab her back, causing a quiet moan to escape her lips.

amber grabbed your arms, throwing you onto the bed. she keeps kissing you, hands gripping tight around your throat. she squeezes tighter and tighter as she makes out with you for what seems like forever. you’re soaked, you know you need her touch.

“fuck, please touch me”.

“who do you belong to?”

you moan, “you.”

she releases her hands from your throat, running her cold hands under your shirt, slowly moving up and feels your hare nipples through your bra. she takes your bra and shirt off in a quick motion.

“you look so pretty like this”, she says smiling at you.

“these need to go too”, she motioned to your pants. "need help? or do you think you can manage it. i mean, youre so wasted"

"i-i can do it", you start struggling with the waist band, grunting in frustration before you realized you hadnt even unbuttoned your jeans.

"its funny to watch you struggle, but i need you right now. im not waiting for your stupid drunk ass" she growls, "i'll help you, since youre so fucking stupid right now." unbuttoning your jeans then ripping your underwear and pants off.

she pulls you to the edge of the bed forcefully, she runs her hands on your thighs, making them super sensitive. you can feel your clit aching for her. you needed her to touch you, to put her fingers in you.

you whimper a little.

"you need it that bad, huh? you greedy little whore?".

its almost humiliating how fast you nod your head, but she loves it.

she grabs your chin, "get them wet for me" sticking her fingers deep in your throat, causing you to gag.

"thats it baby. suck on my fingers."

she sticks them deeper, causing tears to form in your eyes from how hard shes gagging you, you mumble and try to push her hands away. she moves her free hand behind your back, putting her fingers deeper. you mumble again, "a-" thats all you can get out. "theyre not wet enough yet," she whispers in your ear. "fuck, your throat feels so good, i love seeing you struggle to keep sucking my fingers. you have to be patient baby, youre almost there.". you swirl your tongue on her fingers, sucking them harder. "good girl."

amber pulls her fingers out of your mouth, letting go of your back abruptly, causing you to fall hard against the bed. you gasp, winded. "aww, did that hurt? suck it up" she hisses.

before you can even process, she sticks two fingers inside you, thrusting in and out roughly. your breath hitches in your throat, you find yourself a mess under her fingers, squirming, gripping onto the sheets, panting.

"f-fuck feel-s so g-ood" you stutter out. shes going so rough you know youll be sore for days.

amber uses her free hand to dig her nails into your stomach. a stinging, piercing feeling as droplets of blood trickle down. even though she notices, she doesnt stop.

ambers hands move up to your face, slapping so hard your face burns hot. your face stings almost as much as your stomach. pulling her fingers out of you, amber moves onto the bed, grabbing you forcefully to lay next to her.

next minute, she starts kissing you hard. shes biting your lips, panting in your mouth, tugging your hair back so hard it hurts. she reaches down over your stomach, stratching the marks she already left, making you flinch and wince.

"dont fucking move. stay just like that."

amber releases your hair, and grabs your cheeks motioning you to open your mouth. she spits in your mouth, "swallow." she commands. you swallow immediately, "youre such a fucking slut. youll do anything i tell you. youre so desperate and needy".

you whimper, "mhm. anything."

amber sticks her fingers back in you, picking up the pace. she starts leaving marks all over your neck, sucking, biting. you feel yourself getting closer and closer, amber moves her mouth to your lips, kissing you again. you moan in her mouth, grabbing onto her shirt, panting and panting until your orgasm finally washes over you. you grip her shirt harder, puling her closer and closer. it feels so good you start crying.

"aww. dont be a baby", she mocks. "fuck. youre so good", you cry out.

"i know."

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no cause the first time i listened to it i felt so seen and understood that's insane

calum hood stay behind me btw

TW

Not to be a sad theorizing bitch at 8am, but I listened to invisible again and I remember them saying its about "running away" but there were some theories saying it was about suicide...and genuinely that speaks to me more than the running away theory. Especially with the typewriter sounds in the beginning. It's been years and it stays fucking me up, especially knowing the producer said calum claimed it immediately