#[ .mail for calvin. ]

[babyangelsky]

I don’t think he was being hit on, I think he was getting drugged?

Hi nonnie! I’m gonna assume you’re talking about Chakri.

You’re not the first to put that possibility out there but I really don’t see why he would be? If someone was going to be drugged, wouldn’t it make more sense for it for to be Charan? Or even Khanin himself? Why would it be Chakri? He wasn’t close enough to present any threat or obstacle.

Hell, the group didn’t even seem to realize he was there at all and they wouldn’t have expected him to be either since Khanin told him to stay behind. Charan probably realized it because he’s situationally aware like that but I don’t think anyone else did.

Also why waste time drugging anyone at all if they were just going to ambush everyone outside the bar anyway?

I really think Chakri was just there looking out for his baby duck and some guy at the bar thought he was cute and hit on him.

[nando161mando]

[bobfloydsbabe]

none of my friends have seen/read lessons in chemistry and i just need to talk about it. i just watched the first two episodes without reading the book and what the fuck.

I haven’t read the book either, but I knew it was happening because someone spoiled it for me. I didn’t know how it was going to happen though, and let me tell you, I was not prepared. I GASPED. It was brutal and heartbreaking, and I need the next episode like yesterday.

SIDENOTE THO: Lewis’ look in the series did give me an idea for Eccentric Professor Bob who gets a new teacher’s assistant that he definitely doesn’t want or need. If you ask him that is. It’s awkward as they try to find common ground and they definitely butt heads at first, but shocker, they develop feelings. I have so many ideas for this AU, but too many current WIPs to start another one.

[jilliankayeart]

Too early for Christmas movie viewing? ;)

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[kimtaegis]

annie, that’s a leaked video of jungkook that you’ve giffed 😭

I don't think so, it was literally on my pinterest home page

[spikeisawesome456]

Hey guys!

So, I don't tend to make posts on here, but this is something I was made aware of recently, but haven't seen anything about it on Tumblr, so I figured I would make a post to try and raise awareness and see if something can be done. Especially since it's kind of a niche topic.

So... what's going on, I virtually hear you ask? Well...

The artist Stuart Semple has been sued.

Now... who is Stuart Semple, and why is this important?

If you're chronically on Tumblr and have been here for over a decade (like myself), you may remember Stuart Semple as the artist who had a beef with another artist named Amish Kapoor, who had trademarked the world's "blackest black," called Vantablack, and was being kind of a dick about it. (Scroll down that post a bunch to see the information about the beef. This is how I learned about the beef years ago, so I felt it was important to add.)

Semple believes that art should be accessible to everyone, and that no one should gatekeep art. As such, he went on a mission to create an even blacker black, and make it accessible to everyone. Which, by the by, he has done! Multiple times over! He's also legally changed his name to Amish Kapoor, but that is neither here nor there.

Awesome! Now y'all know all this information about Amish Kapoor (formerly known as Stuart Semple, though this post will still be using his former (?) name to avoid confusion) and his beef with Amish Kapoor (asshole gatekeeping artist)! Super!

Now, forget all about that. Because this is actually about a different artist, one known by the name Yves Klein. Or, perhaps more accurately... his estate.

The lawsuit.

So, in addition to having beef with Amish Kapoor, Semple also endeavors to make art accessible for everyone by making other patented colors available to the general public. This includes the color of blue patented by the late artist Yves Klein.

To make it clear, Semple's color of blue is chemically different to Klein's color of blue. Even Klein's estate has acknowledged this. That's not what the lawsuit is about.

So... what is the lawsuit about?

The fact that Semple used the name Klein on the packaging, and that he painted his hand blue.

That's it. That's all. Not the fact it's the same color, not the fact that it's infringing on the patent, or whatever. No. Klein's estate claims that they own the trademark for... the name "Klein." Never mind the fact that there is a VERY WELL KNOWN fashion company that uses the name Klein in it that Semple has acknowledged was the inspiration for the design of the packaging for the paint. *COUGH COUGH, CALVIN KLEIN, COUGH COUGH.*

The worst part about all of this? Semple wasn't even allowed to defend himself in court. Klein's estate (which I believe is managed by his son) sued him in secret in a Paris court without his knowledge, and he wasn't even allowed the ability to defend himself. He was just given the order to pay the money, with no chance to defend himself at all. Yes, he's able to appeal the lawsuit, but that costs both time and money.

Why is this important?

Well, I suppose that's up to you, really. But to me, it's really the principle of the matter. Semple has dedicated his life to making art accessible to the public, and as an artist myself, I respect this desire. And the fact he was sued without his knowledge, without the ability to even defend himself?

Well. It rankles me, to be frank.

Art should be accessible to everyone. Period. No person should gatekeep art, and to sue an artist trying to make art accessible, over a fricken common last name? Especially without allowing them to defend themself? ESPECIALLY WHEN THE PERSON SUING ISN'T EVEN THE ARTIST THEMSELF, BUT THEIR GREEDY ESTATE?

It's absolutely ridiculous, and I think something about be done, if possible. At least it should be known about, since the only reason I know is because I'm on Semple's company's mailing list, which I know not everyone is.

What can you do about this?

A decent amount, really!

The smallest thing to do is to share this post, if you can, to raise awareness. It's a very niche topic that I've not really heard about other than through the aforementioned mailing list, and I think raising awareness will at least help, if nothing else. The more people who know, the better.

The next thing you can do is donate to Semple's GoFundMe for his legal expenses. He needs to raise £60,000, and as of this post (May 16th, 2025) he has only raised £9,410, less than 20% of what he needs. This way, he can at least try to fight this outrageous suit.

Another thing you can do is sign this petition created by a supporter of Semple's, which is calling to suspend all of Yves Klein's exhibitions until his estate stops suing living artists. I'm not entirely sure how much this will help, but Semple himself shared it in another of his emails, so it's an option, at least.

Also, you could, if you're obscenely rich, purchase one of these paintings, but since they're like... almost 30 grand each, I don't think that's an option for the average Tumblr user, aha. You could also buy one of these t-shirts, which are still a bit pricey at $41 USD, but the proceeds directly go towards his legal proceedings.

Finally, he does have his company, Culture Hustle, which has a lot of cool art paints and pigments for the average artist, if you're so inclined, including the infamous blue paint that sparked this whole debacle. Supporting him here will help overall, and you can get some super cool, highly pigmented paint or raw pigment itself, if that's your jam. Personally, I like the pigments for my resin art. Really, I suggest looking around the site, it has a ton of super cool paints and pigments that I wish I was able to afford all of.

In conclusion.

Like every good essay, here's my final thoughts on all of this. Personally, I think it's bullshit that this is happening. I don't know Stuart Semple personally, and for all I know he's actually a terrible person who tortures puppies in his free time, who knows. I mean, I highly, HIGHLY doubt it, but anything's possible, and on Tumblr I know there are always people who love to "um, actually" literally everything.

But that's not the point.

The point is that this sets a precedent for the decedents of great artists (not even the artists themselves!) to sue living artists for bullshit reasons that have nothing to do with anything meaningful. It allows them to sue an artist who has dedicated his life to making art accessible, not allow him the right to defend himself, and think that the name of their great relative means they can bully any and everyone. If they're going to sue Semple over something simple as using a common last name on his paint, and painting his hand blue, what else would they secretly sue over, hoping their target is unable to afford the hefty international legal fees needed to counter their ridiculous claims?

It's the principle of the matter to me, more so than Semple himself. Don't get me wrong, I do like Semple from what I've seen (barring any unknown to me puppy torture that I'm sure some random Tumblr user will be all too willing to harass me over for somehow not knowing...), but I'm more affronted by the principle and the precedent this allows. As an artist myself, I despise the idea that something simple like trying to make art accessible is being attacked.

Because, let's be clear.

The Klein estate doesn't care about Semple using the name Klein or that he painted his hand blue. I'm sure they know that it's a ridiculous argument and they don't care about it whatsoever. What they want to stop is Semple selling his blue paint, which they can't touch since it's chemically different from their late relative's patented color. This is emphasized by the fact that they tried to have the judge seize and destroy every bottle of the paint created, which the judge thankfully denied.

Please. If you care about art being accessible, and about preventing greedy relatives of great artists from throwing their weight around for no reason other than they can... please share this post. Let the world know what Klein's estate is doing.

(Oh, and if you want something that Semple has done that is arguably great, other than trying to make art accessible, he helped with a campaign to protest the fact that gay men are not allowed to donate blood in the US. He took blood from gay men and created ink from it, which he then sold in various mediums, to show that it's not this scary, dangerous thing that the FDA makes it out to be. Which I personally think is pretty neat.)

UPDATE: Here's a link to another Tumblr post I made with the screenshots to the original email Semple's company, Culture Hustle, sent out. So y'all can see my source for the lawsuit information.

[j0them0971]

Except for the mud, it's perfect. Mud is a hazard for slipping and possibly breaking bones!

#me

[foldedchip]

Some of Rocky’s letters were pretty unhinged 😅 imagine being 14-year-old Calvin and receiving this letter in the mail after six months of not hearing from the cousin you accidentally got kicked out of the house, worrying about him and feeling horrible for him and not being able to tell anyone or you’ll get in trouble, and then you get these chaotic stories where he’s trying to make it sound funny but it actually just makes you think that both of you are going to Hell.

[atleastpleasetelephone]

Kinktober 2024 - Masterlist

Here is my kinktober masterlist - the prompts are from @starsandskies and these are all Elvis or one of his film characters. They're all x reader unless I've noted otherwise. Let me know what you're most excited about!

To read the rest of my stories, go to my main Masterlist here.

Day 1: Dirty talk -Glenn Tyler

You're trying to study but Glenn has other ideas...

Day 2: Against a wall - Elvis during the filming of Charro!

You deliver the Charro! script to Elvis and he takes his frustrations out on you.

Day 3: Orgasm control - Clint Reno

Clint comes to visit you to learn how to make love to a woman.

Day 4: Stockings - 70s Elvis

Elvis takes a liking to your stockings...

Day 5: Praise kink - Dr Carpenter

Dr Carpenter makes a house call.

Day 6: Thigh riding - Rick Richards

You've been flirting with Rick for the whole helicopter ride and now you want to have your way with him.

Day 7: Risky places - Sonny x reader x Elvis

It's yours and Sonny's wedding day, but you keep making eyes at Elvis. Sonny decides it's time to indulge your little fantasy.

Day 8: Threesome/Moresome - Elvis and many women in the jacuzzi

Elvis asks the Memphis Mafia for a tub full of women and has some fun with them.

Day 9: Naked-Clothed - Joe Lightcloud

Joe comes home from the rodeo unexpectedly and catches you having a little fun.

Day 10: Knife play - Charlie Rogers

You're one half of a knife-throwing act in the circus and Charlie wants in on it.

Day 11: Leather/Latex - 68 Elvis in a latex suit

Elvis puts on an outfit he thinks you can't resist, but you turn the tables on him.

Day 12: Role reversal - BDE

When you don't want to see photos of yourself, Elvis realises he hasn't told you you're pretty for a while.

Day 13: Oral - Elvis in the cadillac, early 60s.

Elvis takes you for a date in his new gold-plated Cadillac Limousine.

Day 14: Sensory deprivation/Sensory play - blindfold

When you find it difficult to let go in bed Elvis has an idea.

Day 15: Cock rings/Cages - Walter Hale

You and Walter can't leave each other alone, and he has stamina.

Day 16: Flashing - A girl flashes him at a concert, 72.

When Elvis is surprised by you flashing him he knows he has to find you.

Day 17: Biting/Biting marks - 70s Elvis

You tell BDE you're bored with your sex life so he takes matters into his own hands.

Day 18: Body writing - BDE

You want to show Elvis how much he means to you after a show, and decide lipstick is the best way to do it.

Day 19: Pegging/Strap-ons - Princess universe

Princess persuades Elvis to try something new in the bedroom.

Day 20: Facesitting - 1956 Elvis and an older woman.

Elvis comes to take your daughter for a date but ends up falling for you.

Day 21: Masturbation - Outtake from Gentle On My Mind

Gloria in the shower, thinking about Elvis.

Day 22: Breeding kink - 70s Elvis.

Elvis comes back from signing the contract with the International Hotel full of excitement.

Day 23: Bondage/Restraints - 72 Elvis, a continuation of Kinky Boots.

When you won't stop playing with Elvis' cane collection even though he's told you not to, he has to teach you a lesson.

Day 24: Dom/Sub dynamics - 50s Elvis reading fan mail.

When Elvis gets aroused reading his fan mail you have to teach him a lesson.

Day 25: Impact play/Spanking - 70 Elvis.

You persuade Elvis to hit you with one of his belts.

Day 26: Voyeurism/Exhibitionism - Dr Carpenter.

When Dr Carpenter doesn't come round at the usual time, you decide to go to him. Sequel to day 5.

Day 27: Choking/Breathplay - Greg Nolan.

You're a model Greg is photographing but you can't seem to get your head in the game, so you persuade him to choke you a little.

Day 28: Lap dance - 1970 Elvis in Vegas.

Elvis has fun with an exotic dancer after a Vegas show.

Day 29: Masks/Costumes - set in the present day with 1969 Elvis.

Elvis does a Calvin Klein ad, and as the photographer, you try to stay professional.

Day 30: Hair pulling - Elvis in his reading glasses.

Elvis examines your pussy and gets a little carried away.

Day 31: Aftercare - 70s Elvis.

Elvis feels bad whenever he's rough with you, and afterwards becomes the cutest, fluffiest guy ever.

Taglist:

@vintagepresley @arg-xoxo @from-memphis-with-love @msamarican @blursedblegh @returntopresley @another-identityofmine @eapep @everythingelvispresley @i-r-i-n-a-a @sissylittlefeather @arrolyn1114 @jhoneybees @cattcb @polksaladava @lookingforrainbows @jkdaddy01 @ccab @epthedream69 @lustnhim @elvisslut @pomtherine

[soobszzn]

distant affection

synopsis: doing everyday tasks wasn’t a hassle when jungkook was with you - even if that meant you were miles apart.

pairing: ldr!jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, established + long distance relationship

content/warnings: long distance relationship and all things associated, mentions of food, jungkook is still an idol, brief (lol) mention of jungkook and his sexy calvin klein endorsement, use of “my love” in a teasing (& affectionate) context

wc: 1.8k

a/n: sorry this is so late!!! love u, S🌸

-

you knew navigating a long distance relationship with the jeon jungkook would have its ups and downs. obviously, the time difference messed with you both. one person would be asleep when the other was awake, and even if you were awake at the same time, one of you would usually have to attend to other things.

the both of you made it work, though. you’d send each other pictures throughout the day and squeeze in video calls wherever you could. you’d mail each other gifts when you couldn’t be together for special occasions. when jungkook had a couple days off, you’d use it to have long movie dates online in which he would usually fall asleep first. but you didn’t mind.

during his longer breaks, he’d always make it a point to come visit you. the two of you would go sight-seeing in your own city or take a short trip to the next town over. you loved doing anything and everything with him, but the most enjoyable moments were in the mundane. you loved moments where you’d scroll on your phones together on the couch or tease each other while you brushed your teeth before bed.

saying goodbye was always the hardest. there wasn’t anything that could really make missing him hurt less. but while helping him pack during his last visit, you took advantage of when he snuck off to the bathroom and stole a hoodie out of his suitcase. you’d hoped he hadn’t noticed.

munching on your midday meal, you scrolled on your phone before getting a video call from your boyfriend. it was a welcome surprise, so you answered right away.

“hey! what are you doing awake right now? isn’t it like five in the morning?” his phone was looking at the ceiling and you heard music playing in the background. colorful lights speckled his ceiling, and you knew he was again enjoying the galaxy light projector you gifted him last christmas.

“i have a free day tomorrow! and i really wanted to talk to you!” he yelled, indicating he was far from his phone.

you smiled to yourself, appreciating your boyfriend and his sweet gesture. you guessed that with how busy he was recently, he’d be dead tired by the time he came home. but, the fact that you were the first thing on his mind made your heart leap. you then heard the faint music in the background cease, and watched as jungkook propped his phone up, front camera now facing him.

he was leaning on his kitchen counter, sleeve tattoo fully on display. his hair was long and fluffy, his bangs reaching his eyes. you could tell he was tired, but nothing could hide how handsome he was.

you noticed him stare intently into the phone screen. “what are you staring at?” you questioned with a laugh.

“you’re eating lunch right now, right? i’m hungry! let’s eat together!” he said excitedly. jungkook then adjusted his phone so that you had the perfect view of him busy at his stove. you watched as he began tossing things into his pan. you chuckled softly.

“what are you cooking?” you asked curiously, your head now resting in your hand.

“i’m just throwing stuff together, see?” he answered, now panning his phone to what looked like fried rice.

you giggled, now panning your phone to the makeshift fried rice you made for yourself just earlier. the two of you erupted into laughter.

“pretend i made that for you, okay?” you teased, setting your phone back down and taking another bite.

as jungkook finished preparing his meal, you asked him about his schedule for the day. he complained that he had a lot to do in the upcoming days because he had an international schedule set for next week.

“are you sure that’s not just code for coming to visit me?” you half-joked. you knew he was currently busy with solo activities, and it hadn’t been too long since he last visited. but there was always a small part of you that hoped any time he left korea, it was because he was on his way to you.

eventually, he ended up at his kitchen table, phone propped up as if you were sitting across from each other. after taking his first bite, he exclaimed with amazement at his own kitchen creation.

“wahh! wow!” he cried, intentionally being overdramatic. you laughed at his silly theatrics, but you found it all endearing nonetheless.

“want a bite?” he teased, holding a spoonful up to his phone. you proceeded to imitate receiving a bite, and the two of you laughed.

while enjoying your respective meals, you continued to chat about small and pointless things. despite the uneventful topics of conversation, eating together like this made you crave real dates with him. ones where he’d take you to a fancy restaurant for dinner or a small cafe for some coffee. you made a mental note to take him to a new brunch place that opened up the next time he visited.

“what else are you planning to do today?” he asked, making his way to his sink. you followed suit, thinking it would be cute to wash dishes “together.”

“whatever you’re planning to do today.” you replied warmly.

the two of you then washed your dishes simultaneously. your video call now filled with the sounds of water running and dishes clanking, with jungkook occasionally breaking into song or humming a familiar tune.

“i have some laundry i need to fold actually,” he mused afterwards, taking a quick scan of his home.

“i do too!” you replied excitedly at the convenient coincidence.

now, with both phones propped up in your respective living rooms, the two of you dove into your piles of laundry. you chatted about new music you were listening to, books you wanted to read, and the new spider-man movie that jungkook was excited to see.

when jungkook began tackling his pile of underwear, he started showcasing the new pieces he received from calvin klein.

“oh my god! what are those!” you laughed. the two of you giggled at the brightly coloured pairs that he was holding up to his phone. although not his typical style, you were glad one of his solo activities included being the endorser for such a popular - and sexy - brand.

you finished folding first, so you adjusted yourself comfortably on your sofa and watched jungkook continue. jungkook took a glance at you and smiled to himself.

“what?” you questioned with a pout.

“you look cute,” he answered with a soft chuckle. you were cuddled up on your couch, encompassed snugly within a throw blanket jungkook had previously gifted you. you hid your face in your hands bashfully.

as he finished folding his clothes, jungkook opted to play some of his music recommendations through his television. he’d softly sing along as you listened intently, chiming in with short remarks here and there.

“i like this one,” you commented after one of the songs ended.

“ah! why don’t i just sing for you, my love?” he suggested suddenly with a teasing tone.

“ew, no, don’t call me that!” you replied with fake disgust. you and jungkook would typically just call one another by your names, so the sudden use of a nickname both surprised and flustered you.

“but go ahead then, mr. jeon.” you continued, previous shyness now replaced with an intrigued arrogance.

after quickly setting up his karaoke machine, jungkook then turned to you smugly with his microphone in hand. he started out his late night - or perhaps early morning - performance with a couple songs related to inside jokes the two of you shared. you watched fondly as jungkook happily sang along to the upbeat pop music.

“don’t go overboard and strain your voice,” you gently reminded him.

“of course, my love.” he teased you again, with a wink this time. you playfully shot him a repulsed look in response.

following his high-spirited warm-up session, he then transitioned to singing his own music. in an attempt to impress your world-class entertainer of a boyfriend, you would sing along using bts fanchants and passionately wave around an imaginary army bomb. jungkook - while still seated on his sofa - would mimic the choreography as he ventured through his groups’ discography.

after running through a couple bts tracks, jungkook then transitioned to serenading you with songs he knew were your favourites. you gazed at him warmly, now completely immersed in him and his voice. although you’d hear him speak practically every day, you never tired of his soft and angelic singing.

through your now heavy eyelids, you noticed your boyfriends’ energy start to deplete as well. he had stopped dancing and moving around as dynamically as earlier, now only swaying back and forth on his couch. you were still comfortably curled up on your couch, now fighting the urge to slip into an afternoon nap.

“are you getting sleepy?” he asked softly after finishing another song.

“no, not at all,” you mumbled, shaking your head at him with a pout.

“alright, you liar.” he taunted playfully. you noticed him place his microphone down beside him, perhaps signalling that he was finished with his karaoke performance.

“wait! one more song!” you cried out in a sudden panic. you didn’t want this moment of bliss to end so soon. the two of you hadn’t had such a long call together in a while, so you wanted to indulge in this moment as much as you could.

“please. just one more song.” you implored, trying to persuade him with forced “puppy dog eyes.”

jungkook conceded with a sly smile, picking up his microphone again. then, ever so swiftly, you heard a slow and soft tune start to play. you allowed yourself to close your eyes, completely immersing yourself in jungkook’s melodic and affectionate final serenade to you.

before the song even concluded, you had fully fallen asleep on your couch. jungkook noticed this, finishing up the song quietly so as to not wake you suddenly. his lips curled into a soft grin as he watched you fall deeper into your slumber.

after tidying up his living room, he made his way to his bedroom with the hopes of getting some rest of his own. he propped you up beside him on his bed, as if the two of you were sleeping next to one another.

then, before succumbing to his own heavy eyelids, he jokingly whispered into his phone: “by the way, i know you have my hoodie.”

but he hoped you hadn’t heard.

[fthaction]

Coming Soon: AMA with Kat Calvin of Spread the Vote and Project ID!

Last night we held our first-ever Activist AMA, talking amongst ourselves about the FTH auction itself as a form of community activism. (For those of you who missed it and are curious, we'll have both an audio recording and a transcript up on our AMA page within the next few days.)

This AMA was a trial run for a series we're launching next week.

This coming Tuesday, February 11th, we'll be talking to Kat Calvin, the founder and executive director of FTH-supported-org Spread the Vote and the Co-Founder and CEO of the Project ID Action Fund.

Kat is a lawyer and a seasoned activist who has built a national-scale organization that has helped more than 13,000 people obtain the IDs they need to get and keep housing, to get and keep jobs, and to exercise their right to vote. In particular, the outreach undertaken by StV's "Vote by Mail in Jail" project has resulted in a nearly 80% turnout rate for incarcerated voters in the prisons they've worked with.

Come join us as we talk to Kat about how she got involved in working on voting access and documentation; what it's been like to build a national network (and the struggles and successes along the way); why this intervention is so life-changing for so many people; and what each of us can do to help the vulnerable people in our own communities.

WHAT: AMA with Kat Calvin of StV and Project ID

WHEN: Tuesday, February 11th at 9pm ET/6pm PT

WHERE: FTHA discord server

If you have a question you'd like us to ask Kat, please drop it in the replies to this post!

[dn-hc]

what kind of music would they listen to?

L Lawliet

Classical - Debussy, Bach, Beethoven

Jazz - Frank Sinatra, Michael Buble, Kenny G

Alt/Indie - Paper Idols, MISSIO, Borns, Nirvana, Artic Monkeys

Soft Rock - Christopher Cross, Eagles, Phil Collins, Elton John

Light Yagami

Classical - Debussy, Bach, Beethoven

Jazz - Frank Sinatra, Michael Buble

R&B & Soul - Usher, Sza, Whitney Houston, Michael Jackson, Marvin Gaye, Aretha Franklin, Mariah Carey

Soft Rock - Christopher Cross, Eagles, Phil Collins, Elton John

Mihael Keehl

Rap - Eminem, Kendrick Lamar, 50 Cent, Tupac Shakur, Kanye West

Trap - Travis Scott, Offset, Quavo

Rock - Three Days Grace, Theory of a Deadman, My Chemical Romance, Panic at the Disco, In This Moment, AC/DC, Queen, Metallica

Metal - Slipknot, Korn, Megadeth, System of a Down, Avenge d Sevenfold

Club Hits - Flo Rida, Avicii, Calvin Harris

Old Dark Country - Johny Cash, Blue Saraceno, Guns N Roses

Mail Jeevas

Alt/Indie - Paper Idols, MISSIO, Borns, Nirvana, Artic Monkeys, Fish in a Birdcage

Trap - Travis Scott, Future, Offset, Lil Yachty

House/Electronica- Clean Bandit, Daft Punk, Diplo, Major Lazer

Dubstep - Skrillex, Pendulum, Knife Party

Soft Rock - Christopher Cross, Eagles, Phil Collins, Elton John

Nate River

Classical - Debussy, Bach, Beethoven

Jazz - Frank Sinatra, Michael Buble

Oldies - The Beach Boys, The Mamas & The Papas

Misa Amane

Pop - Ariane Grande, Sabrina Carpenter, Taylor Swift, Spice Girls, Beyonce, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera 

Punk Princess - Avril Lavigne 

Club Hits - Cardi B, Dua Lipa, Calvin Harris, Avicii, Flo Rida 

Sad Girl Music - Lana Del Rey, Marina and the Diamonds, Melanie Martinez

[pupsmailbox]

hi me again.

do you have names similar to Buck or Callahan?

asking for a friend.

BUCK︰ aaron. ace. alan. alayna. alison. allie. amelia. ava. axel. babs. baja. bak. baker. baki. baqia. bash. basia. bass. basye. baz. bear. becca. beck. becka. beretta. bessie. bevis. beyza. biagio. bice. bijou. bijoux. bo. boaz. booker. boone. bosco. boyce. boyko. boyne. boys. bozica. bret. brock. bronco. brooks. burke. buse. bush. buster. busy. buz. buzz. cash. chea. clayton. colt. crash. cupid. damon. danner. delilah. delta. denim. diana. diesel. doe. draven. dublin. evelyn. fallow. felix. flat. franken. grayson. gunner. hunter. isabella. jake. janna. jayce. joe. john. kaitlynn. kamina. kevin. king. laura. lollia. lucky. lux. mace. maile. mary. moose. mycah. nike. nora. ranger. remington. rhett. ripp. rocket. sargent. sawyer. shooter. slide. striker. tabitha. tank. tesa. tucker. uda. walker. whitney. wolf. wyatt.

AND MORE︰ ⭐ 🐶

CALLAHAN︰ acey. adelaide. ahlia. alen. allan. allen. amelia. anders. asher. avary. bailey. beckett. bellamy. benjamin. bennett. brady. branigan. brennan. brina. brooklin. brooks. caelum. cailean. caillen. cailyn. calan. calhoun. callaghan. callan. callen. calloway. callum. calum. calvin. camira. canaan. cannon. carrington. carter. cayleen. caylin. celaeno. celie. celine. celyn. chailyn. chalina. charlotte. chelan. cheslyn. chilion. chisholm. cholena. clem. cleme. cleon. coilin. coleman. colin. colleen. collin. colm. colman. colon. conal. conifer. connolly. connor. corin. cullen. declan. deimos. delaney. donovan. dorie. driana. eleanor. elixir. ely. emerson. emma. emmett. eszti. evelyn. everett. exa. finley. finn. finnegan. finnian. finnigan. fletcher. griffe. griffin. harper. harrison. hudson. itai. jack. kalvi. kannon. kason. kelan. kellan. kieran. killian. kimmie. kincaid. kylan. lachlan. lady. larami. liam. lile. lincoln. macaulay. madigan. maeve. magdala. makena. matthias. melitta. melrose. mozelle. murry. oakley. oliver. ottie. owen. parker. ponk. quest. quinn. rorie. rowan. salomon. sawyer. seamus. sebastian. shanti. sloane. sophia. sullivan. talen. tetra. theodore. thursday. tryphena. vick. violet. wren. xil.

AND MORE︰ ⭐ 🐶 🪐 🍖

[ausgestossener]

You find a letter on the side of your bed

"Hello, Whoever this finds

I'm Adam, I've sent this letter out from my home in hopes of finding a friend to speak to. If you wish to respond, simply put your letter in the envelope that this letter came in and leave it out of sight for 66 Seconds, and my response shall be in there.

- With Blessings, @adamofthelight <3"

The Envelope is a nice gentle red, and the handwriting is very neat yet fluid

She's about to charge her phone and go downstairs when the envelope and letter catch her eyes, her head tilting. "Huh?"

Usually, when she has mail, her dad will leave it on the kitchen counter for her to see. And even then, other than college letters, mail is sparse. Strange -- did dad decide to give her pocket money in a unique way? Is this some kind of sleepwalking letter she wrote?

Putting her phone down, she picks up the letter, skimming it.

"Adam?" she echoes. Is there anyone in her school named that? She barely knows anyone, but even then, how did this get here?

Looking for a piece of paper, she tears a sheet from her journal and takes her pen.

Hello, Adam! How exactly have you put this in my room? Or is this a really elaborate prank...?

I'm happy to become friends, though! I've made some recently, but the more the merrier. I don't have many... My name is Yuri Calvin! I'm 18, and one fun fact about me is I play the electric guitar. I own a red Fender named Honeycrisp.

The letter is folded neatly and put in the envelope, then she goes downstairs to eat.

[saul-goodboy]

luigi has recently sent a new letter:

[id:

a white page of printer paper with black text printed on it. at the top center, there is a blue drawing of an equilateral triangle. on the left face of the triangle, "#33" is written. inside the triangle, it says "of". on the right face of the triangle, there is an underlined infinity symbol. the text reads:

TRULINCS 52503511 - MANGIONE, LUIGI NICHOLAS - Unit: BRO-G-A

[hyphen line break]

FROM: 52503511

[text censored]

SUBJECT: 27 Things I'm Grateful For

DATE: 06/03/2025

Last month, on May 6th, I turned 27 years old. To mark the occasion, I took some time to reflect on 27 things I'm grateful for.

(1) My friends, for being there when I needed it most.

(2) My family, for [REDACTED - my personal life is none of your business!]

(3) The many talented and generous individuals who - if not for my current predicament - I never would've crossed paths with.

(4) Letters. I spend each day between the same four walls of my unit, where I receive both holiday cards sent in December and birthday cards sent between March and May, creating a bizarre and disorienting Groundhog Day where every day is both Christmas and my May 6 birthday. Nonetheless, I'm incredibly grateful. The monotony of my physical environment is offset by the variety and richness of the lives I experience through letters: multi-page life stories, retellings of workplace conversations, stream of consciousness journal entries. Admissions of greatest fears, eager recaps of recent triumphs, mothers reliving senseless tragedies. Soulful creations, generous offers, advice.

(5) The MDC Mail Room, which has - to date - photocopied and processed thousands of letters sent to me from over 40 countries. Your efforts are appreciated by so many.

(6) Memes. As one of my wisest correspondents put it: "Laughter is louder than logic and makes a lot more sense."

(7) The countless books I've been sent. While I'll never read the vast majority of them, I've loved facilitating this collective practice in tsundoku, and have distributed these books to many grateful inmates. My favorites include Ayn Rand's "Anthem", Patrick Bet-David's "Your Next Five Moves", and Ray Bradbury's "Fahrenheit 451".

(8) Independent media/creators: publications like "The American Prospect", citizen documentarians like Joomi Kim, and citizen journalists (of which there are too many to name.)

(9) My cellmate J, who - despite spending half of every day inside a shared birdcage and being sentenced to a decade away from his six kids who he loves-tolerates the clutter of all my papers, shares his unique wisdom, and doesn't hesitate to humble me when I need it. He reads more of my books than I do, and appreciates all the Calvin and Hobbes.

(10) The MDC staff and CO's, who are nothing like what "The Shawshank Redemption" or "The Stanford Prison Experiment" had me to believe. While the occasional minor dissent arises, I've found that they are people too and largely there to help. (11) Chicken Thursdays, and Sweet Baby Ray's bbq sauce. (Sorry vegans. It's the realest food here, and I need my strength.) (12) Keyboard shortcuts. There is no "print multiple" option. [M A click "click Enter X P "click" "click" Enter], repeat. (13) The some 30,000 individuals around the globe who have come together to donate over $1,000,000 to my legal fund, enabling me to retain a world class defense team across three concurrent prosecutions.

(14) Karen Friedman Agnifilo. Need I say more?

(15) The other members of my legal team, who are also pretty great (see #3).

(16) "Latinas for Mangione".

(17) Everyone who has donated to my commissary account, whose contributions have funded a tablet, songs, stamps, hygiene items, bbq sauce, Goya sazon, peanut butter, and lots of tuna packets.

(18) The BOP music catalog. (Luigi is currently listening to "Television: The Drug of the Nation" by The Disposable Heroes of…]

(19) The trials that I've endured, which have - I hope - prepared me for anything that might lie ahead.

(20) My lucky long sleeve.

(21) Hearts.

(22) The creatives. "The artist's task is to save the soul of mankind; and anything less is a dithering while Rome burns" - Terence McKenna.

(23) The conservatives, who fiercely conserve the aspects of our society that make us great.

(24) The liberals, who liberate us from the outdated aspects of our society that prevent us from being greater.

(25) Being born in America. She is haunted by her past, she is sick, she is plagued by inner turmoil - such is her nature as a nation of individuals. She is young, in the midst of an adolescent identity crisis. But despite all her flaws, her frame is robust and her potential unmatched.

(26) Free speech, the basis of our way of life. "When you tear out a man's tongue, you are not proving him a liar, you're only telling the world that you fear what he might say" - George. And finally,

(27) [text censored]

[cursive signature, in blue ink] Luigi Mangione

end id]

please do not stop sending him support. it is needed now more than ever. do not forget about this man's unjust prosecution.

[elizaaudreyy]

Experiment 143 (Pt. One)

Pairing: Calvin Evans x female!oc Word Count: 523 Author's Note: 143 is used as a numerical shorthand for "I love you" because of the number of letters in each word. I = 1 letter Love = 4 letters You = 3 letters

Calvin Evans always ran to work.

It was a precise science, like everything else in his life. Seven minutes and twenty-two seconds from his front door - longer if Mrs. Petty's terrier darted into the street again or if he mistimed the crosswalk on Sycamore. He ran with a kind of conviction that would have made a military drill sergeant proud - head down, eyes forward, legs driving like pistons. Calculated. Efficient. Predictable.

Until today.

He didn't see her until the last second - barely more than a flash of floral cotton and windblown hair - before impact. A dull thud, a surprised yelp, and then the unmistakable thwack of envelopes scattering like startled birds across the sidewalk.

He stopped short, staggering a step back.

"Oh no," he muttered, immediately kneeling down. "Are you alright?"

She was already sitting up, wincing slightly, brushing dark curls from her face. Her lipstick was the color of summer cherries, smeared slightly on the corner of her mouth. One elbow was scraped. One knee likely bruised. Her eyes blinked up at him - wide, startled, and undeniably annoyed.

"Well," she said dryly, "that's one way to introduce yourself."

Calvin stared at her, blinking. "You - you're not bleeding excessively," he observed.

"Not yet," she replied, raising a brow. "But if you stand there long enough without helping me up, I might throw one of these envelopes at you. Very hard."

He scrambled to stand and extended a hand. "Sorry. I didn't see you. i take this route every morning and no one is ever-"

"Standing in the way?" she said, accepting his hand and rising gracefully. "I'm new. Moved in yesterday. My name's Rose Carpenter."

"Calvin," he said, and immediately added, "Evans."

They both crouched to gather the scattered mail. Calvin carefully avoided eye contact, though he noticed her perfume - something floral and clean. A name like Rose suited it. He handed her a damp coupon flier.

"Welcome to the neighborhood," he said stiffly.

"Thank you for the...warm welcome," she said, smirking.

Calvin hesitated, mail still in hand. "I'm usually not in the habit of tackling neighbors on the sidewalk."

"I'd hope not," she said, brushing off her skirt and inspecting her knee. "But if this is how you make friends, I'd hate to see how you treat your enemies."

His lips twitched, almost - but not quite - into a smile. "I'm late."

Rose gestured down the street. "I won't keep you. But maybe next time, look up?"

Calvin turned to jog away, paused, then turned back. "If you need anything - tools, a spare umbrella, information on local garbage pickup - I live at 32 Ridgeway. The brown house. Right next door."

Rose looked down at her now slightly crumpled mail, then back at him. "Right next door. I'll keep that in mind, 32."

And then, with a soft, amused shake of her head, she turned and walked back toward her porch, one envelope still fluttering behind her like a forgotten whisper.

Calvin watched her go for precisely two seconds longer than he meant to.

Then he ran. And for the first time in a long time, he didn't care that he was late.