#32 or whatever albums????

[estrel]

seems like lately celebrities are thinking the spam reblog button is theirs to claim. excuse me but that is reserved for the common folk, such as i

[persephoneflouwers]

Hi. When do you think HS4 will drop?

May 🤡

I am not sure when his tour in EU begins, but I will say around those days. It makes sense for me. Do they ever do something logical? Not really, but we’ll see

[keanusbabydoll]

neglected

paring: axl rose x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ content, unprotected sex, p in v, age gap (reader is 19, axl is 32), rough sex, spanking, fingering, licking, chocking, bondage, reader gets punished, degrading, praising, arguing, cussing, use of y/n, overstimulation, practically just kinky ass shit

wordcount: 5.7k

a/n: THE THINGS THIS MAN DOES TO ME!!!

NOT PROOFREAD

MDNI

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you had been pacing the spacious living room of axl’s penthouse apartment for the better part of an hour, your bare feet making soft taps against the marble floors. you had been counting down the days until axl came home from his short tour, imagining the way he’d sweep you up in his arms, kiss you with the intensity you missed, and you’d spend hours tangled up together, making up for lost time.

but that wasn’t what happened.

it had only been two days since axl returned, and he’d barely looked at you. sure, he had smiled when he walked in, kissed your cheek, and muttered something about being glad to be home, but after a brief exchange, he had locked himself away in his music room.

he had a one-track mind now, completely consumed by the success of Guns N’ Roses’ latest album Use Your Illusion, the one they had released just months ago. the sales were through the roof, the critics were hailing it as the rock album of the decade, and the fans couldn’t get enough. instead of basking in the success or spending time with you, axl had thrown himself even deeper into his work. he was obsessed, constantly scribbling down new lyrics, working through melodies, always striving for the next big thing.

you understood that his passion for music was what made him the genius he was, but you couldn’t help feeling neglected. after weeks of being apart, you had craved him, wanted his attention—wanted him. you needed his touch badly and this was frustrating you to the bones.

now, it was close to midnight. you sat on the plush couch, staring at the slightly ajar door to Axl’s music room, frustration bubbling up inside you. you wanted to storm in there, rip off his clothes and fuck him till you were the only thing he could think off. the sound of his pen scratching against paper had become a constant background noise these past few days, a reminder that he was always close yet miles away in his head.

with a sigh you marched down the hall and pushed the door to his music room open, leaning against the door frame. just for him, you wore his favorite pair of lingerie, hoping he would notice and stop with his work.

axl sat hunched over his desk, his messy auburn hair falling over his face as he concentrated, his hand moving furiously across a piece of paper. a crumpled pile of discarded lyrics littered the floor, proof of his frustration. he hadn’t even noticed you standing there, his mind too wrapped up in whatever thought was clawing at him.

you bit your lip, then sighed, calling out. "axl."

no reaction.

with a huff you strode over to him, the strong smell of cigarettes immediately filling your nose. you put your hands on his shoulders, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. he gave you the smallest glance, barely meeting your eyes before his attention returned to his notebook.

"axl." you tried again, irritation creeping into your voice. "you've been in here for days. don't you miss me?" he didn't even look up this time. "not now y/n. i'm working." you took a deep breath to stay as calm as possible but something inside you snapped. he didn't even notice your lingerie, didn't even spend a second to fully look at you. you moved swiftly, placing yourself on his lap, straddling him. you tried to stifle a moan when you felt your core pressing directly against his cock. your fingers ran over his chest, almost grazing his dick, as you leaned in close, your voice husky and low. "i need you daddy. please."

axl's eyes flared, his grip on his pen tightening as he scowled. he gripped your waist and shoved you off his lap, his tone dark and edged with frustration. "what the fuck, y/n? I don't have time for this right now. just let me finish this, alright?"

you crossed your arms, glaring at him. "you don't have time? axl, you've had plenty time the past days. you've barely even looked at me since you got home. I'm right here and all you care about are your stupid songs."

Axl's eyes narrowed. "you know how important this is to me. i don't need you coming in here, distracting me when i'm trying to work." his voice dripped with irritation, dismissive and cold. "or do you not get it?"

"I get it axl." you shot back, your voice shaking with anger. "but I won't just sit around, ignored like some groupie waiting for your attention."

"you're acting like a child." he muttered, returning to his work as if you weren't even there.

for a long moment, you stared at him, feeling a mixture of hurt and fury simmering inside you. you clenched your jaw and forced yoursefl to calm down, letting your face settle into a passive mask. "fine." you said, your tone cold, yet laced with an edge of defiance. you left the room, leaving the door open on purpose. if he could act like a asshole, then you could too.

you knew exactly what you were about to do and you knew he wouldn't like it.

you walked into the living room, just a few feet away from the music room, removed your bra and tossed it to the floor. next you let your thong slide down your legs before you settled on the couch, laying down comfortably.

if axl wouldn't give you the satisfaction you would have to do it yourself.

you spread your legs wide, letting a hand wander down your body, running your fingers along your thighs. slowly, one of your digits began to rub small, soft circles on your clit, your breaths already deliberately heavy. with your free hand you reached up to your breasts and squeezed them. the circles you drew on your nub began to fasten and you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter. you let your fingers inch down and you slowly pushed two of them inside your warm hole, a loud moan escaping your lips. you started to pump your fingers in and out of your walls in a fast pace, always brushing against your sweet spot. by now, your moans and whines were getting louder and more desperate.

and you knew axl could hear you.

within seconds, you heard the sharp sound of his chair scraping against the floor, followed by heavy footsteps. he stormed out of the music room, his face a mask of fury which darkened even more when he finally saw what was going on. "the fuck do you think you're doing?" his voice was low and rough, a warning edge slicing through the words, as he inched closer to your form.

"ah-just taking care of myself, since you're too busy." you looked up at him with innocent eyes, biting your lip but you didn’t stop. your moans grew louder, your movements more rough and deliberate.

axl's expression turned even darker and his hands shot out, grabbing both your wrists to stop you from pleasing yourself, eliciting a cry from you. with a great force, he pulled you to your feet, a hand immediately wrapping around your throat. but his eyes were burning with a possessive intensity that made your heart race.

now you got him.

"you want my attention?" he hissed, his grip tightened, almost cutting off your airways as he stepped closer, towering over you, his tone dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. a challenging smirk played on your lips, teasing him further.

"you think this is funny?“ he hissed, his voice thick with dominance. "you think you can tease me like this and get away with it?“

your breathing quickened, your core throbbed, a thrill rushed through your veins at his possessiveness, but you kept up your defiance.

"i wanted your attention." you whispered. "looks like i got it.“

axl‘s lips curled into a wicked, dark smirk, his hands on your body tightening as he leaned down to your level, his face inches from yours. "oh, now you’ve got my attention, sweetheart.“ he murmured, his voice rough, intimidating almost. "but you’re not going to like what happens next.“

without another word, axl pulled you close, his lips crushing against yours, forceful, leaving no room to protest. his hand on your waist tightened, pulling you against his body with a roughness that bordered on possessive fury. he didn't waste time, his hands exploring you as if reclaiming what was his, reminding you who was in control. you gasped against his mouth as he squeezed your throat stronger, making him slip his tongue inside your mouth.

your tongues were dancing, fighting for dominance which axl undoubtedly won. after a few seconds he pulled back before his lips traveled down your neck, sucking and licking your flesh. "is this what you wanted? to provoke me?" he snarled, leaving a fresh dark mark on your neck.

"maybe.“ you mumbled out, your lips trying to find his again.

"fucking brat.“

he didn’t wait for you to respond, in one swift motion, he lifted you up, making you wrap your legs around his torso. his lips captured yours again in an dominant kiss, claiming you. he strolled towards your bedroom.

your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of fear and excitement surging through you. you had pushed him and now you were going to pay the price. axl kicked the door shut behind you, throwing you on the bed with such a great force that left no room for argument. he immediately was on you, his eyes blazing with control. "you don’t get to act like a slut, y/n.“ he growled, his fingers gripping your chin as he forced you to look at him. "i’m in charge here. do you unterstand me.“

you nodded breathlessly, your body trembling with anticipation.

"say it.“

"you‘re in charge.“ you whispered, eyes glued to his lips.

"good girl.“ he muttered, his lips slightly brushing against yours. "you are mine, sweetheart. only i get to touch you.“

the way his words left his mouth, sent shivers down your spine. his dominance left you always nervous. he pushed himself off the bed, getting rid of his shirt, before returning his attention to you.

"lay down on your belly, ass up.“ he commanded sharply and you quickly did as you were told. your face was mushed up against the duvets and you were waiting for his next move.

you felt him sitting down next to you, gently caressing your ass cheeks. "count.“ he simply said and before you could even react, he landed a harsh spank on your ass. your body jumped forward at the sudden pain, a scream echoing off the walls.

"one.“

"good girl.“ smack. another rough hit came down on your flesh. "two.“ smack. and another one. "three.“ axl rubbed your already reddening ass again, his digits slowly wandering down to your pussy.

"you’re dripping. you fucking slut are enjoying this.“ he growled as he felt your wetness against his fingers. for that he landed two hits with all of his force on both your cheeks, making your core throb in anticipation. roughly, he grabbed the roots of your hair and pulled you into an kneeling position. "did you like that huh?“ he snarled in your ear. "do you like being punished, slut?“

"yes, sir.“ you whimpered, your breath hitching. "say thank you.“

"thank you for punishing me, sir.“ you mewled out, heart racing. axl chuckled darkly in reply before releasing his grip on you. "get back there.” he ordered, gesturing to the headboard. slowly, you crawled back and leaned against it. your eyes followed him as he walked up to his dresser and pulled out two pair of handcuffs. your breath quickened of the ideas what he would do with them. you guys never tried bondage or anything like that before.

with a devilish grin he turned around and made his way over to the bed, crawling up to you again. he trapped your body between his legs, one hand reaching out for your wrists. "i thought we’d try something new today.” he said, voice full of mischief.

you glared up at him with wide eyes, uncertainty glimmering in them. "oh baby, don’t be scared. i won’t go too rough.” axl uttered challenging. he closed one of the cuffs around your wrist, when you pulled slightly back.

"axl…” you stammered, you didn’t know what he was up to and the fact that he wanted to punish you made you a little bit nervous.

"do you trust me, y/n?” he whispered, looking at you with soft eyes. he still cared. he wanted you to be comfortable, doesn’t matter what.

"yes.” you whispered back, giving him a soft smile which he returned before he cuffed your wirst to the bed post. he reached out for the other one, cuffing it to the other wooden post. he glared down at you, his eyes gleaming with mischief when you tug helplessly on your cuffs.

you watched him, your heart beating rapidly, as he got off the bed and pulled down his pants and boxers, his red, swollen tip glistening with pre-cum. "i can’t wait to ruin that little body of yours.” he growled as he crawled back on the bed. he spread your legs, settling between them, before he hovered over you, his lips almost touching yours. your hands wanted to wrap around his neck out of instinct but when they didn’t move further and you heard the clinking sound of the cuffs, you whined out. you almost forgot that he had you cuffed to the bed.

axl smirked in reply, a low chuckle ringing through your ears. “please let me touch you.” you begged him.

“where would be the fun, if i’d let you? no chance, doll.” he pointed out challenging, earning a huff from you. his eyes flickered down to your lips, dark with desire, and you felt your own pulse racing when he finally leaned in, capturing your lips with a hunger that was undeniable. the familiar taste of cigarettes you loved so much, immediately touched your tongue when axl slipped his inside your mouth, exploring and tasting you feverishly. a muffled gasp left your lips as he let a hand glide up and down your inner thigh, igniting a spark.

you felt him grin into the kiss when you slightly buckled your hips to sign him that you needed more. slowly, his fingers inched closer to your core, barely grazing your slick lips. he was teasing you and he enjoyed it deeply. and the fact that you were cuffed and not able to do anything against it made it even more arousing to him.

with a sharp breath you pulled away from his lips, your eyes searching for his. “please axl.”

“do you think brats like you deserve to be touched?” he teased further, his digits drawing slow circles near your most sensitive part.

“i promise i’ll be a good girl. please touch me, daddy.” you whimpered out, your burning core screaming for his touch. “you can do better than that.” he replied, pressing a small peck to your lips. your lips pouted in frustration, your hands wrestling against the cuffs.

“please daddy, fuck me, do whatever you want with me. please, i need you. i’ll be your good girl.” you pleaded him, giving him the best puppy eyes you had. “whatever you say, doll.” he whispered right into your ear, his voice rough. you were relieved when you finally felt his fingers sliding up down your wet entrance, teasing your clit here and there. his lips found yours again before he easily slipped two of his digits inside your welcoming walls until he was knuckles deep. a heavy, muffled moan rattled against the wall when he began to slowly push in and out of you. his fingers expertly curled up and started to massage your g-spot, teasingly.

you needed more. his slow teasing was driving you insane and he knew that. with a groan, you ripped away from your kiss, taking deep breaths before looking up at him. "go faster axl."

he didn't reply, instead he pressed a line of kisses on your jaw and down to your neck, sucking on your flesh. but shock waves of pleasure shot through your whole body when he suddenly thrusted his fingers against your spot with such a great force that made you see stars. "oh fuck!" you managed to squeak out before your eyes closed, focusing on the pleasure he gave to you. axl abused your sweet spot with fever, bringing you closer to your release.

the squelching sounds of your pussy hung in the air and axl tried his best to hold himself back but it was almost impossible for him. "fuck it.“ he mumbled before he pulled away from your neck and removed his fingers from your cunt. a whine left your lips as your approaching orgasm faded away.

you knew that you were his weakness and that he was addicted to your little pussy. there was nothing he loved more than to be buried inside of you.

in a matter of seconds he got to his knees and put his hands on your hips before turning you around to lay on your belly. your wrists were uncomfortably twisted, making you hiss out. his hand reached under your waist and pulled your ass up in the air. he threw a harsh slap to your ass before he entered you in the blink of an eye. a pathetic whine hung in the air as he filled you to the brim, his size stretching your cunt painfully, immediately starting off with an fast and bruising pace.

axl couldn’t contain his own growls when he finally felt your walls wrapping tightly around his cock. his neck arched back, pounding into you with great desire, enjoying the warmth you gave to him. your moans grew louder as his thrusts became more relentlessly, your body already aching. "you feel so good baby.“ he groaned out, striking your ass again.

"can’t grow tired of fucking this tight little pussy.“ he continued, his hips clashing against your ass harder. the heavy smell of sex, your aching body, the sound your body’s made and axl‘s sexy growls made your mind all dizzy. all you could think off was axl‘s dick hammering into you without mercy.

"you like being fucked like slut?“ he sneered, grabbing your hair to force you to look at him. you frantically nodded your head, too lost in pleasure to actually answer him.

"speak when you’re spoken to.“ he uttered, slapping your ass two times with great strength. "yes daddy, i love it.“ you spluttered out, looking at him with hazy eyes. he smirked down at you devilishly before releasing his grip on your hair.

you tugged on your restraints, wanting to be freed from the painful pressure on your wrists. "don’t even try it baby.“ axl stated, making you cry out defeatedly.

you could feel his thrusts getting deeper and more erratic, his moans became louder and his dick pulsated inside of you heavily, signing you that he was close to his release. you wanted to cum as well but without any stimulation on your clit it was hard for you to reach your high.

and axl knew this too well.

he purposely didn’t give your clit any attention to punish you. usually, he would make you cum at least 6 times in one session.

"m‘gonna fill this little cunt up.“ he moaned out, going as fast as he could possibly go before spurting his seed deep inside of you. his tip twitched uncontrollably and you could feel his cum painting your walls. he continued to fuck into you, riding out his orgasm before stopping his movements. slowly he pulled his dick out of your hole, eliciting a whine from you.

exhaustedly, you turned your head to face him, staring up at him with puppy eyes, only to find him looking at you already. "axl…“ you stammered, a tear threatening to escape your eye. he knew exactly what you were referring to.

he didn’t make you cum.

and that made you sad.

"look at you. my little princess is crying because she didn’t get to cum.“ he mocked you, a smirk playing on his lips.

"you think you deserve to cum after the stunt you pulled earlier?“ he asked you, now completely serious.

"i- i‘m sorry daddy. i won’t do that again, i’ll be good.“ you stuttered, voice shaking.

he simply huffed out before he got off the bed, walking around the bed to open the drawer of his bedside table. you watched him closely as he pulled out a small key and kneeled on the bed again. he unlocked both of the cuffs that were wrapped around your wrists before placing the key back in the drawer.

your hands immediately massaged the sore spots, a forming bruise on both sides. "come on, lay on your back.“ he commanded, his voice now soft. your lip quivered slightly because of the slowly purple turning spots on your wrists and the denial of your orgasm.

axl must have noticed that you were upset and helped you getting comfortable in the new position. "everything’s okay princess.“ he mumbled, petting your head softly before crawling between your legs, kind of regretting that he was so rough with you.

the sight of his seed oozing out of your hole made him hard again, wanting to fuck you once more but he mentally slapped himself across the face.

now it was your turn to receive pleasure.

he spread your legs and bent your knees. you slightly propped yourself up on your elbows as you watched him gather his cum that was dripping out of your hole on his fingers before pushing them inside of you. a soft moan left your lips, finally having him inside you again. his fingers immediately found your g-spot again and he began to stimulate it with an delicious pace and pressure. not to rough, not too soft, simply just perfect. then, he wrapped his lips around your clit, letting his tongue flick around the puffy nub. you inhaled sharply, your head tossing back and the feeling. axl began to suck on your clit, creating an toe-curling vacuum, while still flicking it with his tongue.

your orgasm was building up quickly because of your already sensitive cunt and overstimulated g-spot. his fingers sped up a little and got rougher, getting you even closer. your hand found its way to his long hair, tugging on it harshly. "i’m close.“ you whimpered, eyes shut and focused on his movements.

as soon as the words left your mouth, axl sucked harder and fingered you faster. a pornographic moan rattled against the walls as your orgasm washed over you, finally experiencing your desired release. your legs were shaking, toes curling and your whole body felt like it was on fire. "fuck! axl!“ you yelled out as he continued his assault on your pussy, overstimulating you. he removed his mouth from you but his digits never stopped with their movements. again, he got on his knees, allowing him to fuck you with more strength.

the intense pressure on your spot was making you see stars but axl just got even rougher, determined to make you squirt.

"axl!!“ you cried out, collapsing back against the pillows.

"come on, i know you can do it.“ he growled, pressing his thumb against your clit. and before you could even comprehend it, the most powerful orgasm you ever had crushed through you, your juices squirting out of you, coating axl‘s hand and the duvet. your hands were gripping the blanket like your live depended on it and loud, high pitched cries and whimpers fell from your lips.

"good fucking girl.“ axl groaned out, pleased to see your liquid all over the bed. he pushed his fingers in and out of you a few more times before pulling them away. your mouth hung wide open and your eyes were closed, too caught up in the after waves of your orgasm. "oh shit.“ you whispered.

axl chuckled slightly before crawling up to you, laying down next to you. his arms wrapped around you, pulling you in his embrace. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his hands gently stroking your body. "you did so good, princess.“

"you know that i love you, right?“ he asked you, kissing you again.

you exhaustedly nodded your head, leaning against his chest.

"i‘m sorry for not giving you any attention. it was stupid of me.“ he mumbled, his voice laced with regret.

"it’s fine axl. i love you.“ you replied, your tone just above a whisper. he gently grabbed your chin, tilting it up just enough to press his lips against yours, kissing you with such a softness that made you melt.

REQUESTS ARE OPENED <3

[strangersteddierthings]

The Interview

Inspired by this post by @xoxoladyaz. Read on Ao3.

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Eddie wakes up to one single missed call from Gareth on his private phone.

No one calls his private phone.

He dials back instantly.

"Hey Eddie," Gareth greets. He sounds tired.

"What's up? What's happened?" Eddie asks, a thousand and one scenarios running through his mind. Gareth is in Indianapolis, and Eddie's thoughts are filled with only his uncle back in Hawkins.

"Nothing's happened that we can't deal with, or rather, that I've already been dealing with. But, uhh, there's an interview you should watch. Let me send you a link-" there's a pause as Gareth does just that "-and just call me back after you've watched it. I know we usually ignore the shit people say about us but this- it's different."

"Okayyyy," Eddie says slowly. "I'll watch it."

They hang up without goodbye because Eddie's just going to call him back after the video. Opening his messages he sees the link, and then Gareth sent a follow up text you need to watch from 12:32 onward.

The video is nearly two weeks old already, and YouTube shows him a face he knows. Robin Buckley looks older but it's definitely her. Her hair isn't styled much differently than she had it in high school, just above her shoulders and a little wild. She's wearing a three piece suit in emerald green, slightly oversized on purpose by the look of it. She's sitting in a chair, cradling a grammy with one arm, as the interviewer sits across from her.

Eddie taps the screen and drags the progress bar closer to the 12-minute mark and listens. He hears the tail end of Robin's response to some question about her album before the interviewer asks what must be the question Gareth wants him to listen to.

'So, I think everyone is dying to know if you and Eddie Munson are friends. You're both from Hawkins, Indiana. Isn't that correct?' the interviewer asks.

Robin's smile slips a bit, 'I- uhh, this is going to be unprofessional of me but I made a promise to someone regarding if I was ever asked about Eddie Munson. So, can I have one minute to make a phone call before I answer your question?'

'Oh. By all means, make your call.'

Eddie watches as Robin is brought her phone by someone who is probably her personal assistant. She wastes no time in unlocking it and finding whoever in her contacts list.

'No time for formalities. I've been asked about Munson. Can I tell the truth?' Robin's mic isn't strong enough to pick up whatever answer she gets on the phone but she shakes her head to whatever answer she's been given. 'I told you, I love you more than this career and I've already got the grammy. I'll handle the fallout. It's not about me. It's about you.' What follows is a few seconds of silence before Robin nods and says goodbye, ending the call and passing the phone back to the PA.

The interviewer's eyebrows are up to her hairline in shock. 'That sounds ominous. You think it's career ending?'

Robin grins and it's almost feral. 'Corroded Coffin's fans have always been ruthless, and perhaps a bit heartless, so what I have to say will certainly set them on the attack. To answer your original question, yes, Eddie Munson and I are from Hawkins. We even shared band class in high school, but that's the end of what connects us. We are not friends, but we once were.'

'Can you elaborate on that?'

'Our friendship ended ten years ago when he ruined my best friend's life for fame and fortune, and Steve's never really known a day of peace since.'

Eyes wide, the interviewer leans closer, 'Steve? As in, Hey Steve, Steve?'

Robin nods, 'Just the one.'

'Are you prepared to talk about how one song ruined your friend's life?'

'That was the purpose of the phone call. Yes, I think people should know the truth. Munson vented his bullshit breakup rage into a song and fucked off out of town. A week after its release, his fans doxxed Steve. He wasn't out to his parents, you see, and Corroded Coffin's fans, Eddie Munson's fans, outed him. They sent hate mail to his house by the ton, it seemed. The fallout from that- the aftermath-' Robin cuts off as her eyes water and she swipes at them, smearing some mascara across her cheek. 'I'm sorry. I almost lost my best friend, the platonic love of my life, that day.

'It's public knowledge, what happened, you can look it up online if you know what to look for. But it is also so incredibly personal. I want to be the one to say this because it's important. What you do in life, it has consequences, and sometimes those consequences are for other people. Whether you think it will, or not. I'd rather people hear it from a human voice, from someone who loves Steve, and not the journalist view. No offense,' Robin shoots the interviewer a sweet smile.

'None taken, please continue.'

'Steve was hospitalized, I won't give the details,' Robin says, in a watery voice as she's clearly trying to not cry at the memory. 'When Steve was finally released from the hospital, there was no one but me to pick him up. And he's going through this while nursing a broken heart. He and Munson had only been broken up for maybe a month before Hey Steve came out.

'In less than two months, Steve had lost his parents, his home, all his belongings, and the man he thought he'd marry one day. And to top it off, that man gets to become rich and famous off a venomous, hate-filled song about their breakup. It talks about Steve like he's coward for not willing to be out, yet, and how... what's the line, about conformity?'

'Conformity holds your leash, baby, so run to the end of your chain and bark,' someone off camera shouts.

'Yes, that, thanks. Accusing Steve of picking 'conformity' over his love. Steve wasn't picking conformity, he was picking safety! And the worst part? The hate mail has never stopped. Steve lived with me and my family for a few months after getting out of the hospital before the hate mail got too much, and someone showed up at my childhood home, looking for him, threatening him. They had a gun. It was traumatic. I was still in my senior year of high school-' Robin cuts off, taking deep breaths.

The interviewer reaches across to place a comforting hand on Robin's, 'I can't even imagine what that must have been like.'

Once Robin has composed herself, she says, 'sorry, this is a lot. I've had ten years to come to terms with it, and I've waited seven for someone to ask me about Munson. I didn't think it would be this hard.

'And it's not- I can't blame Munson, or Corroded Coffin, for everything that happened. He doesn't control his fans. But he's never said anything about the treatment his fans give Steve. And if they're like this towards Steve, are they like this towards all his other ex's? Does Munson not care, or, almost worse, does he not even know?' she stops again, getting a faraway look for a moment before looking at the interviewer again. 'I had to help Steve move again. Just last month. They're still finding him. Sending him hate. Doxxing him.' Now she looks at the camera directly, "Eddie Munson. Call off your fans. Stop playing Hey Steve at concerts. Isn't a decade of hurt enough?'

There isn't a lot that makes Eddie feel anything these days, he'll admit. A decade of fame has made him a bit cynical and callus. However, Robin had said something that made his insides squirm. He swipes across the screen, rewinding the video to hear Robin say Steve had lost his parents, his home, all his belongings, and the man he thought he'd marry one day. Swipe. -ents, his home, all his belongings, and the man he thought he'd marry one day. Swipe. The man he thought he'd marry one day. Swipe. Marry one day.

He pauses the video. That can't be right. That has to be a lie Robin is adding. To garner more sympathy or make Eddie, and therefore Corroded Coffin, look worse. Steve and he had been young and naive when they'd dated. There was no way they'd have ended up married, even if Eddie had stuck around Hawkins longer. Gay marriage wasn't even legal when they broke up in 2013.

Eddie unpauses, skips forward to the end and listens to Robin speak directly to him. Stop playing Hey Steve? The song that rocketed Corroded Coffin into the limelight? No way. And call off his fans? Like they're dogs he's supposed to control or something. The video ends and the YouTube algorithm shows him a number of react videos. Eddie clicks on one and falls down the rabbit hole.

At first the algorithm shows him responses in his favor. Videos made by his fans defending him, or strategically picking apart what Robin had said. Eddie wants to agree with them, he doesn't think he's done anything wrong other than live his life, but then.

Then a video of a guy wearing merch sold during their tour last year plays. He's on the right side of the video while a screen recording is on the left. It takes him less than five minutes to get Steve's past addresses found. And Eddie is... well, he's a little horrified at how long the list is. At the short amount of time Steve's spent in any one place is.

The guy in the video reads out the state, city, and how long Steve lived at each address. The longest one is when Steve made the jump from Florida to Maine, where he lived for 19 months according to the video, and that was years ago.

And then the guy, he fucking starts to speculate about where Steve might have moved to next.

"We can't know for sure, but it looks like he headed back west? You can see from the last 3 addresses he's been just jumping state lines to the next place. I'm guessing Oklahoma, Kansas or Nebraska next. If Steve thinks he can try and ruin Corroded Coffin through Robin Buckley, then it's up to us to prove him wrong," the guy is saying, and Eddie thinks maybe this guy is just exaggerating but the comment section is already filled with other people saying vile shit about what they should send to Steve or what they'd like to do to him physically and-

Eddie clicks off the video, to the next recommended. The more he watches, the angrier they seem to get. He goes to the search bar and looks for new react videos.

He finds that everyone has an opinion. He watches videos where his own fans express their disappointment in him. They talk about how Corroded Coffin runs an antibully campaign and then allows their fans to bully an ex and for not calling out the ones doxxing people, wanting to know which was the reason - does Eddie not know, or does he not care? Eddie didn't know. Truly. But he can't help but wonder if he didn't know because he didn't care.

He'd written all his feelings into a song, and now that he's older, he can see that a lot of what he was feeling is an exaggeration and dramatization of what really happened. But the point is, he'd written out his feelings and moved on.

The man he thought he'd marry one day.

His stomach twists uncomfortably as Robin's voice rings in his mind.

He continues his spiral down YouTube until Gareth calling him again breaks through and he answers.

"How is this the first time I'm hearing about Robin's interview?" Eddie demands.

"You've got a damn good PR team, that's how. I guess you fell down the rabbit hole, then?"

"How'd you-"

"Is been almost 4 hours since we talked. Doesn't take that long to watch a 30 minute video."

"Oh. Alright. So, why did you want me to watch the video? Am I supposed to respond to Robin?"

"No. People don't actually want to hear from you. They want to hear from Steve. And that's why you needed to watch. 'Cause Robin's announced that Steve's finally ready to make a statement. Robin's going to post it on her Twitter. Tonight. So, we've got to be ready. If anything Robin said turns out to be true, we might have a problem on our hands. A slander lawsuit being just the beginning."

"Fuck."

"What a way to sum it up," Gareth chuckles into the phone before his tone becomes serious, "hey, how are you doing, though? With it all?"

He thinks about it, and how he really feels, before answering. "It's been years since I've thought about Steve, y'know? I... I've had that luxury. I didn't know.... Did you?"

"No. Hell no! I'd of said something. I mean, shit man, we run an antibully campaign 'cause high school was shit to us. If I'd known at all we'd have been telling them to fuck off. Harassment's just what they call bullying adults."

Eddie swallows. "Guess we just have to wait and see what Stevie has to say."

"I'd come sit on the couch with you and refresh twitter frantically but, well, Indy's a bit of a ways off. I'll call after Robin's posted, then?"

"Yeah, man. Let's see the damage," Eddie sighed. "Talk to ya later."

"Bye."

Eddie digs out his laptop and pulls up Robin's twitter page. He adds an auto-refresher extension and sets it to refresh every minute before opening his phone and pulling up YouTube again.

[weaselthing]

my dealer: got some straight gas this strain is called "pink album they might be giants" itll have you zoinked out of your gourd

me: yeah whatever man i dont feel shit

32 minutes later: dude i swear i just saw the rabid child in the forest

my buddy bill pacing: chess piece face is lying to us

[lvnchh]

Eight years in the Spotlight

Abby Anderson x reader inspired by this billie eilish interview<3

I'm a minor and if you want to complain or insult me about it, just don't interact🙏🏻. It's my life, and I'm free to write whatever I want as long as l'm not bothering anyone. Also, please don't judge any grammar mistakes, as English is not my native language. I'm sorry if the whole story isn't that good. please, let me know what you think!

i’m working on making my masterlist

“Once again like it happens every year I thought I had more time. And then it’s October 18 again.”

Abby sits in a relaxed pose, wearing an oversized black Jordan basketball jersey. Her muscular frame leans comfortably into the chair, her fishtail braid draped over one shoulder, and her freckled face carries a calm confidence. The screen flickers for a moment, revealing split images of seven previous versions of Abby sitting in the same chair.

What’s your name?

“My name is Abby Anderson,” says 16-year-old Abby from 2019. Her voice is quieter, her posture slightly stiff. The video cuts to each successive year. “My name is Abby Anderson,” repeats 2020 Abby, her tone stronger. “My name is Abby Anderson,” echoes 2021 Abby, her confidence visibly growing.

Finally, it lands on 2024 Abby. She tilts her head, smirking as she meets the camera’s gaze. “Feels strange seeing all these old versions of me frozen in time,” she says smoothly. “I’m Abby Anderson”

“It’s October 18, 2019.”

“October 18, 2020.”

“October 18, 2021.”

Each date ticks by until it lands on the present:

“October 18, 2024.”

How old are you?

“i’m Sixteen,” says 2019 Abby, her voice almost tentative. The years scroll forward, her voice shifting slightly with each one: “Seventeen.” “Eighteen.” “Nineteen.” “Twenty.”

the camera lingers on 2024 Abby. “i’m Twenty-three,” she says simply, her smile easy but self-assured. “It’s a weird age.“

How many followers do you have?

“257,000,” says 16-year-old Abby, with a slightly bashful grin.

“1.2 million,” says 2020 Abby, a hint of surprise in her voice. As the years progress, the numbers skyrocket. “32 million,” says 2022 Abby, almost shrugging. “75 million,” says 2023 Abby, trying to keep her excitement in check.

The screen cuts to present-day Abby, who sits back, resting an arm casually over the chair’s edge. “120 million,” she says with a small smile. “It’s a big number. Still wrapping my head around it, honestly.” She pauses, her smirk turning a little teasing. “But hey, people like what they like, right?”

What’s the biggest thing that happened to you this year?

Abby takes a deep breath, her lips twitching as though she’s holding back a bigger smile. “This year… wow. I dropped my third album, went back on tour, and, uh… I won another Oscar.”

A clip of 2023 Abby flashes on the screen with the question: Are you going to win the Oscar this year?

“I don’t know,” 2023 Abby says with a laugh, rubbing her palms nervously on her thighs. “I’m hoping so, but I’m not gonna fall apart if it doesn’t happen.”

The camera cuts back to 2024 Abby, who raises a brow and smirks at the camera. “Well, I guess past me got her wish,” she says, her tone playful. “Two Oscars, actually. Overachiever much?”

What do you want to accomplish by next year?

On-screen, 2023 Abby tilts her head, thinking. “I wanna get into racing,” she says. “I didn’t do that yet. I want more tattoos. And I wanna do some reckless shit—like, adrenaline-rush, borderline-dumb reckless and…, have some good sex.”

Back to 2024 Abby, who laughs, leaning back in her chair. “Well, I did the racing thing. Still no tattoos—I swear I’ll get there one day. And reckless? Check.” She smirks, her gaze flicking to the camera. “As for the other thing… let’s just say past me would be proud. You’re welcome, Abby.”

How do you feel about the new album?

The clip from 2023 Abby pops up. “I’m almost done with it, and I think it’s gonna be cool.”

Back to 2024 Abby. “It’s more than cool,” she says firmly. “It’s raw, it’s real, and I love it.”

What artist do you want to collaborate with?

2023 Abby raises a brow. “No one,” she says bluntly. “I don’t like collaborating.”

The screen cuts to Abby, wearing a black oversized Jordan jersey and loose pants, stands beside you. You’re dressed in a bold, effortlessly cool style. Abby’s expression in the still is sharp, playful, and undeniably flirty as she gestures at you, her tongue lightly resting on her teeth, while you stand confidently next to her, unfazed and magnetic.

The present-day Abby smirks when the camera cuts back to her. “Funny how things change. I ended up working with [your artist name], and it was incredible. We put out Guess, and honestly, it might be the best thing I’ve ever done.” She leans forward, grinning. “It was… a lot of fun.”

She pauses, her eyes gleaming mischievously. “I mean, come on. Look at them.”

The tone shifts as Abby glances off-camera. Her body relaxes, her voice softening. “Alright,” she says with a slight grin. “You know what time it is.”

You step into frame, settling next to her with an easy smile. Dressed casually, you radiate warmth as you lean slightly into her space.

“Hey, Abigail,” you tease, nudging her with your shoulder.

She groans, rolling her eyes, though her lips curl into a faint smile. “You always do this,” she says. “Every damn year.”

“Of course,” you reply with a laugh, draping an arm around her shoulders.

The screen flashes to past clips of you and Abby: younger versions of you teasing 2019 Abby, 2021 Abby stealing glances at you, 2022 Abby barely hiding her grin as you step into frame.

You glance at her now. “It’s wild seeing all these little moments. Watching you grow up, watching how far you’ve come.” Your voice softens, genuine. “I’m proud of you, Anderson.”

Abby looks at you, her smirk fading into something more sincere. “Thanks,” she murmurs. “Means a lot coming from you.”

You break the tenderness with a laugh. “For the record, though, Abby was such a pain. I fell for her the moment we met, and she spent years rejecting me.”

Abby rolls her eyes, leaning back in her chair. “Alright, fine. I was clueless, okay? But hey, look at us now.”

You smile, your gaze softening. “Yeah. Still love you, Abigail.”

She groans again, shaking her head. “Stop calling me that.”

The video fades to black, the sound of both your laughter lingering as the screen displays:

“See you next year.”

i’m obsessed with billie and Guess rn🙏🏻

[zot3-flopped]

Two months prior to its release, would-be doyens of Swift’s Tortured Poets Department have taken its barbed track listing very literally, leading to intense, often nefarious speculation regarding Swift’s six-year relationship with the British actor Joe Alwyn, which seemingly ended in early 2023.

The album’s title, revealed onstage at the Grammy awards, was quickly linked to a December, 2022 interview with Alwyn and Paul Mescal in which they revealed that Andrew Scott started their group chat, the Tortured Man Club. (“It hasn’t had much use recently,” Alwyn said: you wonder if it’s undergone a recent revival.) Swift revealed the leading track list a day later: My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys, So Long, London, I Can Do It With a Broken Heart, The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived, to name a few, sending fans wild with speculation.

Swift, obviously, has every right to sing about her relationships however she wants to (no apologies to Eamonn Holmes). But in the absence of any music, some fans have spread baseless, dangerous and even libellous allegations about Alwyn’s conduct (which, for obvious reasons, I can’t repeat).

Last month, a brief fan-shot video of them dining in a New Orleans restaurant in December, 2022 was recirculated online with AI-doctored audio that made it sound as though Alwyn is saying “you don’t get to tell me about sad,” a line printed on the back of one of the new album’s four physical editions.

When Swift recently told a crowd that she was “lonely” when writing her 2020 album Folklore – some of which was co-written with Alwyn during the pandemic, a lonely time for most – fans took that as further confirmation of their theories. A live medley of three songs that all appear to reference cheating threw petrol on the fire.

Swift could make this stop. She is no stranger to airing her displeasure with the likes of Ticketmaster, Scooter Braun, Spotify and Apple Music, and, occasionally, politicians. Before she released Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) last year, she gave a veiled speech at one Eras tour date effectively asking fans not to go after John Mayer, whom she dated when she was 19 and he was 32 and is understood to be the subject of that album’s Dear John.

“I am not putting this album out so you should feel the need to defend me on the internet against someone you think I wrote a song about 14m years ago when I was 19,” she said in Minneapolis.

But for whatever reason – and obviously, no member of the public has any idea what transpired between her and Alwyn so far – this time she has opted to stay quiet.

Establishing a baseline for conduct is neither commercially risky nor unprecedented: just last week, Ariana Grande said, after the release of her post-divorce album Eternal Sunshine: “Anyone that is sending hateful messages to the people in my life based on your interpretation of this album is not supporting me and is absolutely doing the polar opposite of what I would ever encourage”.

It feels like the endgame of a cat-and-mouse act that’s gone too far. Swift’s gestures towards meaning have led every single thing she does to be considered a kind of marketing, a clue to be solved. It leaves a superstar who’s usually hot on her messaging open to misinterpretation: hints about her personal life are turned by some fans into witch-hunts for anyone perceived to have wronged her; her current silence on politics allows politicians to invoke her name, from the New South Wales police commissioner quoting Swift’s anti-haters lines while defending police to Joe Biden joking that the matter of her apparently much sought-after endorsement is “classified” on Late Night With Seth Meyers.

When Swift made a blandly neutral handwritten post encouraging US citizens to register to vote on Super Tuesday, some fans speculated that her unusual left-leaning handwriting was the real indication of her loyalties – suggesting they’re so starved of substance that they’re reading into empty messages because of this dynamic she has established. (The more likely explanation is the insane way she holds a pen.)

For Swift to only direct fans as to her wishes when it suits her, it weakens her status as a truth-teller. If the comparisons with Dickinson mean anything, she might remember that nothing in the world has as much power as a word feels like the endgame of a cat-and-mouse act that’s gone too far.

[ohdorothea]

This tournament is being run by and for queer fans so please keep that in mind! Homophobes will be blocked on sight <3 More polls here and more info here! Lyrics for the songs and FAQ under the cut!

Innocent lyrics

I guess you really did it this time

Left yourself in your warpath

Lost your balance on a tightrope

Lost your mind tryin' to get it back

Wasn't it easier in your lunchbox days?

Always a bigger bed to crawl into

Wasn't it beautiful when you believed in everything

And everybody believed in you?

It's alright, just wait and see

Your string of lights is still bright to me

Oh, who you are is not where you've been

You're still an innocent

You're still an innocent

Did some things you can't speak of

But at night you live it all again

You wouldn't be shattered on the floor now

If only you had seen what you know now then

Wasn't it easier in your firefly-catchin' days?

When everything out of reach

Someone bigger brought down to you

Wasn't it beautiful runnin' wild 'til you fell asleep

Before the monsters caught up to you?

It's alright, just wait and see

Your string of lights is still bright to me

Oh, who you are is not what you've been

You're still an innocent

It's okay, life is a tough crowd

32, and still growin' up now

Who you are is not what you did

You're still an innocent

Time turns flames to embers

You'll have new Septembers

Every one of us has messed up too

Lives change like the weather

I hope you remember

Today is never too late to be brand new

It's alright, just wait and see

Your string of lights is still bright to me

Oh, who you are is not what you've been

You're still an innocent

It's okay, life is a tough crowd

32, and still growin' up now

Who you are is not what you did

You're still an innocent

You're still an innocent

Lost your balance on a tightrope

It's never too late to get it back

🫶🫶🫶

Electric Touch lyrics

Just breathe, just relax, it'll be okay

Just an hour 'til your car's in the driveway

Just the first time ever hangin' out with you tonight

I've got my money on things goin' badly

Got a history of stories ending sadly

Still hoping that the fire won't burn me

Just one time, just one time

All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life

And I want you now, wanna need you forever

In the heat of your electric touch, mmm

I've been left in the rain lost and pining

I'm tryin' hard not to look like I'm trying

'Cause every time I tried hard for love, it fell apart (Woah)

I've gotten used to no one callin' my phone

I've grown accustomed to sleepin' alone

Still, I know that all it takes is to get it right

Just one time, just one time

All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life

And I want you now, wanna need you forever

In the heat of your electric touch, mmm

I was thinking just one time (Just one time)

Maybe the stars align (Just one time)

And maybe I call you mine

And you won't need space

Or string me along while you decide

And just one time (Just one time)

Maybe the moment's right (The moment's right)

It's 8:05 and I see two headlights

All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

Got a feelin' your electric touch (Ooh)

All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life (Life)

And I want you now, wanna need you forever

In the heat of your electric touch, mmm

🫶🫶🫶

The question is which song is queerer to you! Queerer can mean whatever you want it to mean; you might consider a song queer because you think it was written that way, or because of Swiftian lore. It might be queer to you because of how you relate it to your own life. Maybe you think from a purely literary standpoint the lyrics have queer themes; maybe you're just thinking about vibes!!!

If you’d like to send in interpretations or propaganda for a specific song you can send them to my inbox! All interpretations are welcome and let’s be open and kind in response to all interpretations <3

[scotianostra]

On 22nd January 1997, Billy MacKenzie took his own life. He was 39 years old.

Billy took an overdose of prescription drugs and died in a garden shed in the grounds of his father's home in Auchterhouse, Dundee.

It was the shed where he kept his beloved whippets - Billy was a well known breeder of the dogs away from the pop star lifestyle. Most of Billy's friends were dog people. He would always stay in touch with people who had got a puppy from him. So as there were lots of pups, there were lots of dog friends.

After discovering his son's body, Billy's father Jim burned the shed down. The police said there were no suspicious circumstances, and it later emerged that Billy had been suffering from depression, and had reacted badly to the death of his mother, Lily, the previous year. He left a note apologising to his family, but said nothing of a specific reason for his suicide.

Billy had one of the most distinctive voices in the world, whatever he sang he owned the song completely, Billy and guitarist Alan Rankine were the driving force behind the group The Associates who had a few hits in the early 80s but didn't quite make the high heights of commercial success, that didn't matter to their fans, they had a hardcore loyal following, a top 10 album Sulk and two top 20 singles "Party Fears Two" and "Club Country", during their short time together, the London set adored them through the short lived existence, between 79 and 82, they also reformed a couple of times along the way before Billy's passing. Billy wrote songs for Yello, Shirley Bassey sang one of those songs called The Rhythm Divine, you can hear the anguish in his lyric...

You know that my tears Have kept me awake The longer you're gone I'll hunger and shake From Warsaw to Rome I'll wait out of time With you in my heart The rhythm divine

Look for both his and Shirleys version on Youtube, you wont be dissapointed.

What an agonising time Billy's family have had, his brother, Jimmy, 32, died after overdosing at a flat in Dundee, his father, also Jim, 66, died of cancer in 2004, another brother Johnny died in a horrific blaze at his flat, where Jimmy had passed away nine years before, and his sister, Lizzie fell 35ft from a second-floor tenement window in Dundee in 2013, she later died in Ninewells hospital.

I've picked this song from Billy as it resonates with me and he sings it beautifully,

[melloncolliegalaxies]

big little things

1. "how are you feeling?"

2. the sky—night or day. blue skies, gray skies,  sunsets, sunrise. stars. cotton candy clouds. the moon. 

3. "i miss you."

4. petting a cat, feeling the vibrations as they pur. listen to it, they're saying "i feel safe here. with you."

5. someone creating something for you—a drawing, a piece of music, a poem, a sweater. a meal. anything. 

6. that one song you listen to (over and over again) when you just need to feel understood. 

7. "you make me happy."

8. having dinner with people who can make a bad day feel even slightly better. 

9. when someone remembers you—your birthday, your fears, your heartaches. your favorite things. your dreams. 

10. "i appreciate you."

11. listening to the rain in a cozy spot—snuggled in a comfy bed, or on a couch, or in someone's arms. 

12. watching someone's face light up when you lock eyes. 

13. feeling someone you love kiss your forehead when they think you're sleeping.

14. watching someone you love sleep, taking in their peaceful expression until you fall asleep too. 

15. belly-laughing with loved ones.

16. inside jokes.

17. flowers on your birthday. flowers any day. flowers, flowers, flowers.

18. Christmas lights. 

19. feeling comfortable enough with someone to let them touch you, hug you, high-five you, hold your hand, trace your face and body with their fingers, kiss you. 

20. giving someone a gift they really wanted. observing and absorbing their glee. 

21. someone doing something kind for you without you having to ask. 

22. someone taking the time to (respectfully) teach you something new. 

23. pleasant aromas—vanilla, the perfume or cologne or deodorant your lover wears, whatever's cooking in the kitchen, and that very specific scent wafting in the air, you know, the one that reminds you of a happier time. 

24. doing something, anything during a very bad depressive episode. you brushed your teeth? fed yourself? showered? did laundry? fantastic. 

25. "i can't wait to see you."

26. being preserved in someone's spaces—your pictures are on their desk, their walls, their lockscreen, in a pendent, in photo albums. 

27. feeling comfortable enough to undress in front of someone, to present your natural self to them—no clothes, no makeup, messy hair. 

28. "i'm here for you" and they actually are. they're at your doorstep. they're texting you through it. they call, they listen.  

29. the scene in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind when Clementine and Joel's first memory together collapses. "Meet me in Montauk…"

30. someone asking you to listen to their favorite song. please listen to it—all of it.

31. "you make me so proud."

32. Ellie and Carl's "married-life" montage in Up

33. jinx. saying something at the same time as someone else and then grinning at each other.

34. when someone watches or reads the things you recommend. bonus points if they wind up loving it. 

35. when Joel tells Ellie "i struggled for a long time with surviving. and, no matter what, you keep finding something to fight for," in The Last of Us

36. "i was just thinking about you."

37. that thing you accomplished that no one knows about. 

38. someone supporting your work—buying your painting, sharing your novel with their friends, watching your streams.

39. the cutscene in The Last of Us Part 2 where Ellie expresses her frustration toward Joel for saving her life over sacrificing her for the cure, and he firmly tells her, "i would do it all over again."

40. "you make my life better." i met you and my smile is so big it hurts my cheeks. the sun seems brighter, this chocolate chip cookie tastes sweeter. i'm looking forward to tomorrow because you'll be there. your birthday is one of the best days of my life. oh my God, oh my God, this is terrifying—oh wait, there you are. it's not so bad anymore, actually. thank you for being here—for choosing to be here—with little old me in this brief moment in time when you could share it with anyone, anywhere in this very beautiful, very daunting, very big world. 

[onlydylanobrien]

Dylan O’Brien Was in the Audience of ‘Watch What Happens Live With Andy Cohen’ — and Us Has Questions

By Yana Grebenyuk October 18, 2023

Dylan O’Brien has all of Us wondering what his favorite Bravo shows are after his surprise audience appearance on Watch What Happens Live With Andy Cohen.

Host Andy Cohen kicked off the show on Tuesday, October 17, by introducing guests Real Housewives of Salt Lake City star Monica Garcia and comedian Heather McMahan. He then pointed out that O’Brien, 32, and producer Tommy Alter were both in the audience. Cameras switched to O’Brien who did a thumbs up for viewers while sipping a drink.

“I want to welcome our friends Dylan O’Brien and Tommy Alter to the Clubhouse. Great to see you! Dylan being a huge Vanderpump Rules fan, I found out tonight. I love it,” Cohen, 55, said as the audience cheered.

O’Brien was not mentioned again, but he did get fans talking about the unexpected cameo. “This feels random. Dylan O’Brien is in the #WWHL audience tonight!” a social media commentator wrote via X.

Meanwhile, another viewer poked fun at O’Brien enjoying himself in New York City, writing, “Just dylan o’brien in his natural state (sipping on his drink) in the audience of wwhl tonight.”

O’Brien was photographed hours prior showing his support for the ongoing SAG-AFTRA strike on the picket line. He wore a hoodie that referenced the actors’ union, which he paired with green sweatpants and a red baseball hat.

The actor rose to stardom after playing fan-favorite character Stiles Stilinski on MTV’s hit series Teen Wolf from 2011 to 2017. O’Brien went on to score the role of Thomas in the Maze Runner film franchise. He has since also appeared in movies including Deepwater Horizon, American Assassin, Bumblebee, Love and Monsters and Not Okay.

O’Brien’s collaborations with Taylor Swift, however, have been our favorite part of his filmography so far. In 2021, O’Brien starred opposite Sadie Sink in Swift’s short film All Too Well. He was also credited as a drummer on Swift’s song “Snow on the Beach,” which was featured on her 2022 album Midnights.

After All Too Well scored five nominations at the MTV Video Music Awards, O’Brien praised Swift, 33, as an artist.

“She sent us the news first thing in the morning,” he told Entertainment Tonight in July 2022. “She’s genuinely just someone who’s so involved and just proud of her work and is so grateful for any accomplishment or recognition for something that she just poured herself into. Talk about a special human.”

According to O’Brien, he has been in a “group chat” with Swift and Sink, 21, since working on the music video together. “[Taylor] would make a really, really good director. If it’s something that her heart’s in, Taylor can do whatever she wants,” he added. “She could easily direct a feature and it’d be something I’d sign up for, for sure.”

Source: usmagazine.com

[nattawinlove-andmygaytea]

Mew Suppasit Jongcheveevat And Tul Pakorn Thanasrivanitchai On Love, Travel, Upcoming Projects And More

Together, the Thai stars are rewriting the rules of being a leading man in film and television all while venturing into new territories, pursuing passion projects and living their lives unapologetically.

Forget everything you think you know about being a leading man. Thai actors, Mew Suppasit Jongcheveevat and Tul Pakorn “Tyler” Thanasrivanitchai, are redefining what it means to be a household name after starring in Thai boys’ love (BL) dramas.

Unlike the uninhibited and daring characters he sometimes plays on screen, Mew comes across as a reserved, soft-spoken yet confident gentleman in person. On set, he’s polite, charming and eager for feedback despite possessing a wellspring of experience in the entertainment industry. “Are my poses okay? Do I need to do anything differently?” he earnestly asks Kenneth Goh, our editor-in-chief who was art directing the shoot in Bangkok, Thailand.

Mew’s rise to fame was gradual. The 32-year-old earned his stripes as a model before getting his first big break as an actor when he was cast as Pree in the Thai BL drama What The Duck: The Series (2018). The show was an instant hit in Thailand, and was brought back for a second season. But it wasn’t until his role in TharnType: The Series, where he played Tharn, a gay man who falls in love with his homophobic roommate (played by Gulf Kanawut Traipipattanapong) in university, that his star rose dramatically.

Mew is also a gifted musician. His debut album 365 ranked number three on the worldwide iTunes album chart, and was number one in 18 countries. He also became the first Thai artiste to debut an album that reached the 13th spot on iTunes’ Global Digital Artist Ranking list. He has since struck out on his own with Mew Suppasit Studio, through which he releases new music.

His success as an actor and recording artist hasn’t gone unnoticed. He caught the eye of luxury fashion brands such as Maison Valentino, Tod’s and BOSS, resulting in coveted partnerships and front row seats at Milan fashion week.

In contrast, Tul exhibits golden retriever energy. Charming and enthusiastic in the flesh, he is the polar opposite of Mew on set. Tul is playful and adventurous, taking initiative on how to better bring the concept of the shoot to life. “It might be better if I stood behind Mew for this shot so we’re both facing the camera,” he thoughtfully suggests. His energy is infectious and he’s not afraid to do whatever it takes to get the best photo. On set, they are drawn to each other, playfully tugging at each other’s clothes, while warm embraces and encouraging shoulder rubs signal a close bond. After lunch, the laughs grew louder, the boyish repartee naughtier and the hugs tighter. Clearly, Mew and Tul have a special affinity with each other.

Like his contemporary, Tul’s first foray into the entertainment industry was through modelling. “I was a drum major during the Chula–Thammasat Traditional Football match back in 2011, and I was scouted by a modelling agency,” he recalls. “I was later spotted modelling during a fashion show by a casting director and was asked to go on an audition. I started acting in my third year in university, accepting one production a year.”

The casting director’s eye for talent proved to be on the money—the 31-year-old shot to fame, thanks to the success of Together With Me (2018), where he played Knock, a sexually-confused university student who ends up falling in love with his gay childhood best friend. With his newfound popularity, opportunities within the fashion industry opened up for Tul as well.

Another similarity between the two men is their dedication to academic excellence. Mew has a master’s degree in Engineering from Chulalongkorn University, while Tul just graduated from Columbia University with an MSc in Real Estate Development and worked as an acquisition intern at Cycamore Capital in New York City.

Mew and Tul are testament to the modern idea that there’s no one way to reach the pinnacle of success, and that there’s always room for personal and professional enrichment and time for passion projects. We sat both of them down for an intimate tête-à-tête on style, travel, upcoming projects, their goals for the new year and more.

ON FASHION

Tul: How would you describe your style?

Mew: It depends. I love to mix and match. I have different types of tops that I’d mix with different bottoms, shoes and accessories.

T: Your wardrobe is huge (laughs)!

M: What about you?

T: In Thailand, anything lightweight. I’m very sensitive to the heat. I’m still experimenting with my style, but I love Korean fashion. I think the cutting is more flattering for us Asians and it’s more sophisticated. I like something minimal with details that is easy to mix and match with what you already have. For Thai fashion, I like Greyhound.

M: Handbags! You have so many bags!

T: Shoulder bags and crossbody bags. Well, the thing is, I don’t feel like dressing up much while in Thailand. So I play with bags instead.

M: I bought him a new bag last year and I only saw him use it once. You know the problem isn’t about how often he uses it. The problem is, he was whining a lot when he wanted it. But when I bought it for him, he rarely used it.

T: I used it many times! Around five times.

M: In the entire year!

T: When I want him to buy me something, I’ll send him a picture saying, ‘It’s beautiful, isn’t it?’

ON FOOD AND TRAVEL

M: Any restaurant recommendations?

T: I think Japanese restaurants are great. I like yakiniku and shabu shabu, but I really recommend grilled prawns.

M: Any good ones in Ayutthaya? Once I ate them on a raft and threw up. I guess I had seasickness. River prawns are very fatty and the raft was floating, so I felt terrible.

T: I would recommend Ginzado. It’s a Japanese yakiniku restaurant.

M: What’s your favourite food?

T: Asian food. I enjoy Thai, Chinese, Japanese, and Korean food.

M: You know what our new discovery is? Peruvian food! It’s very good.

T: Yes, Peruvian food! So good!

M: We ate it in Canada.

T: Peruvian food is like a mix of Latin and Japanese food.

M: The restaurant we ate at in Miami was very good too.

T: Yes. They have this dish that’s a lot like our Yum (spicy salad). I think Thai people will like it. If you don’t enjoy Mexican cuisine, you might like Peruvian.

M: Do you always plan your trips or just go with the flow?

T: I always plan.

M: Overplan, more like it! He’s the one in charge of trips, and the itinerary is always just nice—not too packed.

T: I told you I can be obsessive-compulsive. When we travel, I want the best things at the best price. It needs to be cost-efficient. When you need to be somewhere at a certain point in time—such as seeing the sunrise at a particular spot—I will do everything to make sure we get to see the sunrise. I plan everything in advance and I don’t want anyone in the group to have to pay for something unnecessarily expensive. If, at some time, business class tickets are excessively costly and premium economy is more value for money, then we should do premium economy. I’ll be attentive to everyone’s rewards and mileage to ensure they don’t need to pay extra when they can redeem miles.

M: He will have all the information on hand like, if we’re going somewhere and need to use a particular airline, we should apply for this and that in advance, so we have benefits like better seats or baggage allowance.

ON WHAT’S NEXT

T: What are your plans for this year?

M: Last year, I worked on many projects, series and movies, so you’ll see a lot of my work both on television and in cinema. I’ll be back working on music soon as well. In addition, I have a fan meet around my birthday in February, so I’m looking forward to meeting my supporters there. Among the projects that I’ve completed is Mon Rak Luk Thung, a remake of a classic Thai musical rom-com. This is my first time singing many luk thung [folk] songs.

T: I’m thinking of seriously moving away from entertainment, and focussing on my family business. I’m currently working as a project manager for our new project in Bangna. It’s a community mall with a fresh food market. In the future, I would love to work in property management. I enjoy exploring residential and housing projects. I want to do something that offers customers high-quality products and a good quality of life. This is also the reason why I pursued my postgraduate study.

M: What are your goals for 2024?

T: I want to have a sexier body. I want to have time for the gym no matter what I have going on at work. Another goal of mine is to make more use of what I’ve learned in the US in my life. I want to be working on more tangible projects.

M: I have never had a chance to use any of the things I learned during my postgraduate studies (laughs). The research I did… I’ve used none of it.

ON THEMSELVES

W: How would you describe yourself?

T: I’m a worrywart. I think too much about every little thing despite my image as a very sociable extrovert. But when I’m on my own, I’m quite obsessive-compulsive; I will tidy my rooms and fold my clothes.

M: Everyone thinks he’s easy-going and very laid-back, but in reality, he’s a worrywart. He really, really thinks about everything. He keeps worrying about others.

T: It depends. I thought I could handle social media better as I got older but sometimes, I feel like I’m not as good at it as I could be. That said, after years in showbiz, I’m better at letting go and not letting it affect me as much.

M: I’m the opposite of Tul. He’s a worrywart despite his easy-going image. I look like I’m overthinking but in reality, I’m much more laid-back.

T: Exactly (laughs)!

ON LOVE

T: What’s your favourite love quote?

M: I don’t know… I’ve never thought of it.

T: Just Google ‘love quote’ and pick one you like.

M: For real? Okay, let’s see… Top 10 Love Quotes…

T: My love quote is ‘Bitch, I say what I say.’

M: What should I choose…what about this one? It’s quite short. ‘When there is love, there is life.’

[russenoire]

Getting to Know You Meme

tagged by @ygodmyy20! thankee kindly.

01) are you currently in a serious relationship? nope. can't say i miss it.

02) what was your dream growing up? i had a new one every month. the one that stuck around the longest was 'astronaut' until i learned that NASA's manned space program hasn't done much since skylab, outside of testing the limits of human endurance in low earth orbit. still cool! but i'll keep my unnaturally dense bones, thanks.

03) what talent do you wish you had? the talent to work any job i wanted without medication.

04) if someone bought you a drink what would it be? a cocktail of some sort. most likely a gin and tonic, a negroni or a mojito.

05) favorite vegetable? too many to count. easier for me to tell you what i don't like: green beans. if they're only palatable tempura-fried, i don't need them in my life.

06) what was the last book you read? currently working through your brain's not broken, by tamara rosier, ph.d.

07) what zodiac sign are you? virgo. and no, i don't wanna hear about how virgos are hyper-organized control freaks. i am neither of these things.

08) any tattoos and/or piercings? five in a single ear, one in the other. two make up an industrial piercing. i have no tattoos but want one of the kageyama brothers from mp100 someday.

09) worst habit? getting too hung up on the 'right time' to do things.

10) what is your favorite sport? to play? dodgeball. to watch? either figure skating or tennis.

11) do you have a pessimistic or optimistic attitude? recovering pessimist here. i'm optimistic about some things and nihilistic about others.

12) tell me one weird fact about you. i never learned to ride a bicycle.

13) do you have any pets? no. i love cats and regularly-washed dogs though.

14) do you think clowns are cute or scary? i don't have a strong opinion about clowns, tbh.

15) if you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be? nothing. anything i can change is changeable.

16) what color eyes do you have? brown.

17) ever been arrested? nope.

18) bottle or can soda? bottle. though i don't soda very often.

19) if you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it? pay off my student loans and save the rest.

20) what's your favorite place to hang out at? a vedanta temple in the foothills here, or a park on a hill with a historic frank lloyd-wright-designed home.

21) do you believe in ghosts? maybe. i know people who can see them.

22) favorite thing to do in your spare time? singing. or learning.

23) do you swear a lot? very much so.

24) biggest pet peeve? how long you got? we could be here all week.

25) in one word, how would you describe yourself? iconoclastic.

26) do you believe in/appreciate romance? *shrug* i believe in and appreciate love, wherever it comes from.

27) favourite and least favourite food? does anyone have a single favorite? anyone? i do not. least favorite food is canned vegetables, except for beets and corn.

28) do you believe in god? i believe in the divine, a Self that we are one with and all have access to. whatever you choose to call that is up to you.

29) what makes you happy: soft fluffy things, palpable texture in weaves and knits, sweet or creamy fruits, singing and/or listening to music, my friends, learning something new.

30) currently listening/the last thing you listened to: hiroko suzuki, 'bara wa utsukushiku chiru'.

31) favorite place to spend time: at home.

32) favorite lyric: 'love is like the scabs from sunburn' from the OP to kenda master ken.

33) recommend a film: at random? good morning, by yasujirō ōzu.

34) recommend a book: oranges are not the only fruit, by jeannette winterson; islands, the universe, home, by gretel ehrlich.

35) Recommend a band, a song, or album: uchikubi gokumon doukoukai, 'shufu no michi' (way of the house-husband)

36) recommend a TV show: rose of versailles. soapy as hell, but great if you love historical dramas and anime. it's fairly well-researched too.

37) where are you from, and do you still live there? Where have you lived? the pacific north american coast; i'm still here. i've lived in texas and georgia, USA.

38) do you have any pets or animals in your life? how did you find/get them? no pets.

39) what's the most unusual thing you've ever eaten? bull penis. 0/10 do not recommend. the most unusual thing i've actually enjoyed is probably fried crickets.

40) how did you 'find' fandom? got obsessed with a story and wanted to share that love with other people. didn't happen until my mid-thirties though with steven universe.

41) make a list of 5 things that you see without getting up. a heat gun, a soldering iron that i have never used for actual soldering, the laptop i'm typing this on, the laptop connected to my projector, a plastic mask.

42) how do you style your hair? usually a tall bun. my hair is long enough to sit on and this keeps it out of my way.

as always, no pressure: @yaraneechan @eshithepetty @impmansloot @gumy-shark @sukunekatano

@cheese-enjoyer9471 @sulfurousmirrorscapes @creativenicocorner or anyone else who sees this and wants to!

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Friends to Lovers Fics Masterlist (9)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 /

Created: June 6th, 2024

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Don't Talk To Me-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen hates people. Well, that’s not exactly true, but she doesn’t exactly like them either. They’re too…human or whatever. Too many acquaintances. The last thing she wants to do is get close to any of them, especially after the events of the past few months. She’s barely holding it together as it is, and introducing people or, even worse, friends could tip her right over the edge. She values her sanity. That’s probably why the new, sweet, disgustingly optimistic, overly friendly hire at the coffee shop where Katniss works irritates her so much. He’s just so nauseatingly earnest. It makes her want to punch him in the face. Enemy-HGRomance (ao3) Summary: I’m Katniss Everdeen-Snow. I’m eighteen years old, the president’s granddaughter, and the youngest gamemaker Panem has ever known. I’ve been taken prisoner by Peeta Mellark and the rebels of District 13. But I’m dangerous and trained to kill, and I’m not going down without a good, long, hard fight. Canon Divergence. Everlark Coffee & Tea-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: Modern AU. Katniss and Peeta, who are best friends, decide to open a coffee & tea shop together. How will it turn out? Will they become more than business partners? Oh yeah, and they were roommates! Everlark Spring Break-Xerxia (ao3) Summary: Prompt 17: Katniss can’t afford to go away on Spring Break, so Peeta brings Spring Break to her. [submitted by @hutchhitched ] For the Everlark fic exchange, spring edition on Tumblr. Falling Like Stars-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: Katniss was more than happy to cater Gale and Madge’s wedding. Until she found out she would be working with Peeta Mellark, a returning District 12 resident—and her childhood crush. Finding my way Home-Xerxia (ao3) Summary: When Peeta Mellark needs a 'plus one' for a family wedding his best friend, Katniss Everdeen is the logical choice. Isn't she? Get the Money Shot-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Written for Everlark Fic Exchange Springtime Edition 2021 Prompt 32: Katniss Everdeen, famous musician hates posing for photoshoots whether it’s for an album or a magazine with the exception of celebrity photographer Peeta Mellark who seems to always know the way to get the best shots. Guy Time-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: Peeta Mellark returns to his hometown to help his best friend, Katniss with her two rambunctious kids. What happens when he starts to fall for all of them? Have Your Cake and Eat It Too-katnissdoesnotfollowback (ao3) Summary: For his twenty-fifth birthday, Peeta gets exactly what he's always wanted. Written April 2017 as a birthday gift for franceschee via everlarkbirthdaydrabbles on tumblr. He Doesn't Belong Down There-oakfarmer (ao3) Summary: It’s not unheard of for a merchant’s third son to end up in the mines. But why did it have to be the baker’s third son? In a Panem without the Hunger Games, Peeta becomes a coal miner and someone isn’t happy about the Boy with the Bread spending his days underground.

[ygodmyy20]

Getting to Know You Meme

Tagged by @texasdreamer01 (thankies texas!)

01) Are you currently in a serious relationship? Yep, got married a month ago.

02) What was your dream growing up? Dream of what? My career? My life? My fantasy? I mean I wanted to be an elf in LoTR when I was like, 12. Does that count? hahah

03) What talent do you wish you had? Asking waiters to change my order if they got it wrong.

04) If someone bought you a drink what would it be? Beer (specifically a New England IPA)

05) Favorite vegetable? Hm. I really love good arugula.

06) What was the last book you read? None I just read fanfics haha

07) What zodiac sign are you? Leo

08) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Nope tho I wish to get a tattoo one day.

09) Worst Habit? Probably overthinking myself into a spiral.

10) What is your favorite sport? Dressage

11) Do you have a Pessimistic or Optimistic attitude? Optimistic because lifes too short and I just want to be happy.

12) Tell me one weird fact about you. Uhhhhh.....I am a twin? (always a easy one haha)

13) Do you have any pets? Sadly no BUT I may.....may be trying to. foster a kitty. Maybe. While my husband is out of town for a month-long gig.

14) Do you think clowns are cute or scary? Scary but also eh whatever.

15) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be? I can't answer this or else I'm gonna spiral.

16) What color eyes do you have? Blue

17) Ever been arrested? Nope

18) Bottle or can soda? Bottle

19) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it? Put it in my savings.

20) What's your favorite place to hang out at? Hm. Probably at home or in the woods.

21) Do you believe in ghosts? I dunno

22) Favorite thing to do in your spare time? Writing, drawing fanarts, horseback riding.

23) Do you swear a lot? Yeah

24) Biggest pet peeve? I dunno, I don’t know if I have one? Depends on the person or circumstance or situation:

25) In one word, how would you describe yourself? Hm. Emotional.

26) Do you believe/appreciate romance? I’m a hopeless romantic. And I got married and kinda like this guy a whole dang lot.

27) Favourite and least favourite food? Fav: sushi. Least fav: I’m honestly not a huge fan of potatos….

28) Do you believe in God? I believe in a universe. Wherever god is in it I got no clue.

29) What makes you happy: Sharing my art with friends, having movie nights with husband on Fridays.

30) Currently listening/the last thing you listened to: Ado

31) Favorite place to spend time: Probably at home, or out i the woods.

32) Favorite lyric: Goodbye by Bo Burnham

Am I going crazy? Would I even know? Am I right back where I staretd fourteen years ago?

33) Recommend a film: Akira

34) Recommend a book: haven't read enough

35) Recommend a band, a song, or album: Fire Hell and Holy Water by Gioli & Assia

36) Recommend a TV show: Mob Psycho 100

37) Where are you from, and do you still live there? Where have you lived? I am from the midwest and am still in the midwest

38) Do you have any pets or animals in your life? How did you find/get them? I had cats growing up and I would love to get one. I also ride horses.

39) What's the most unusual thing you've ever eaten? Uhhhh. Hm. I am not sure.

40) How did you 'find' fandom? I got into Yugioh! when I was 12 and started writing fanfics and them opps here i am.

41) Make a list of 5 things that you see without getting up. My Teru and Mob figures, my Mob cat, my cat lamp, my ipad, my water bottle. I am at my desk there is a lot here

42) How do you style your hair? Down or half ponytail or pony tail. I have long hair.

I got this ask before the other writer one so I know many asks have been going around today haha so VERY much no pressure tags: @russenoire @thousand-winters @toastytoaster22 @emeraldoodles or anyone else who wants to!

[therecordchanger62279]

MILES DAVIS IN BLUE

Record labels are doing me no favors by jacking prices up so high that I can no longer afford to buy anything more than a cheap CD (and even those are getting scarce). But some of these special projects they create for high-grade vinyl pressings make great playlists.

I've been buying Miles Davis albums for more than 50 years, and I have just about everything he's released along with several bootlegs. Miles died in '91, and the labels have been repackaging his catalog, and digging through the vaults ever since for every scrap they can find to separate fans like me from what little is left in their wallets. But at this point, they can't find anything for release that I don't already own. All they can do is reconfigure what there is, and wrap it up in a nice, neat package with a big red bow ('tis the season), and slap an exorbitant price tag on it.

Sorry guys. You're not getting my money. I already own whatever you're peddling. But thanks for the playlist ideas! In November of this year, Prestige (or some facsimile thereof) released Miles '54, a set of the Dark Prince's recordings for the label in 1954, remastered, sequenced, and presented on 2 CD's at a reasonable price or 4 LP's (or "vinyls" as the kids call them) at an outrageous $125 bucks. I already had every track - including the alternates. So I simply collected them all digitally, and recreated the entire set as released for an iTunes playlist. Sounds great, and it didn't cost me another dime.

I enjoyed that so much, I took my Take Off: The Complete Blue Note Albums set, and made another playlist of that. I even changed the title of the CD set in the playlist to reflect the three original releases. The songs are listed according to the title of the original 10" LP releases. It makes a great 70 minute playlist.

Last night I saw that Analogue Productions, another of those high-end vinyl pressing outfits decided to collect the four tracks the Miles Davis Sextet (you remember them from Kind of Blue - everybody's favorite Jazz album) recorded in 1958 before cutting their sole masterpiece in 1959. Those four songs, "On Green Dolphin Street", "Fran-Dance", "Stella By Starlight", and "Love For Sale" are now available in a limited edition, numbered, blue vinyl pressing (which I understand sold out before it ever reached the market) that will be followed by a standard, un-numbered black vinyl pressing, for, presumably, a couple of dollars less than the $52 list price they slapped on the four track EP. But those four tracks are readily available in any number of compilations - the simplest being the Miles Davis-John Coltrane Complete Columbia Recordings which has all four. By the way, Kind of Blue is also in that set. So, I liked the idea of putting those tracks in front of Kind of Blue for a Miles Blue playlist. Nine songs, and 78 minutes of Jazz heaven.

What did that playlist cost me? Nothing. Call me cheap. I think I'm smart. I see YouTubers in the Vinyl Community making videos every day where they talk about some "new" vinyl pressing they just bought with songs they already had on 32 other releases, but they had to have this new one because this 195? recording sounds better than it ever has, and you haven't heard it until you've heard this version! Nonsense. Clean it up all you want. But I don't need to hear the blood coursing through the veins of the musicians in order to enjoy the music. And I won't go into bankruptcy for a shiny piece of product with music on it I've owned for decades. Would I like to have something like this Birth of the Blue set? Sure. It's a nice looking set. Probably does sound great. But some of those Vinyl Community people get this stuff free in exchange for a review and a plug on their video. The rest of them aren't trying to put food on the table, and pay rent on the paltry money Social Security offers. I love the music, and I might be old, but I'm not ready to just go sit on my couch and watch reruns of Dark Shadows on Tubi. I want some new music. And I want to hear the old music in new and different contexts. I just don't want to pay for it for the umpteenth time. The principle is the same for me with streaming. Why should I pay to stream an old television show that I watched for free with commercials for 30 or 40 years? You got your money. It's all paid for. Stop knocking on my door with your hand out.

It's been an interesting year. I've had to get creative in order to continue to pursue my favorite hobby. Nobody is giving me more money. I got a small bump in Social Security for '25, and a Medicare increase took most of it already. And prices at the grocery store, and at the pump are NOT going down. Don't kid yourself. Prices NEVER go down. If you want to be entertained, you have to get creative. Because entertainment is always going to run a distant third to food, and housing. But these Miles playlists bring something new to the table, and I'm still getting good value for music I paid a fair price for 30, 40, 50 years ago. Just say "no" to piracy.