#PCD

[y2kculture]

🎀 Brittany Murphy covering Björk’s ‘It’s Oh So Quiet’ live with The Pussycat Dolls (2002)

[autisticburnham]

[cdrspages]

IT’S UP!! 🥹🖤🩷

I hope you all enjoy it!! happy Valentine’s Day to you <333 I’ve attached a little something so you know what you’re getting into down below🤭‼️ 

HEHEHEHHEHEE YAAAAAAY ‼️‼️ two weeks of hauling ass it was WORTH IT!! I’m so happy and proud and eeee just full of love rn :’)

(also you can tell i just got this done a few hours ago because of amy’s new sonic rumble outfit >v< !!)

[frahah]

anxiety depression

[heartstopper-lover123]

It keeps hitting me that I've seen them in real life. On that stage. In those clothes. Singing those lyrics. I saw them

I SAW THEM!!!

Like I'm sorry but I can't contain that excitement. I find myself smiling uncontrollably when I think about it. I sing along to the songs a little louder now. I feel like I know the lyrics even better. I hear live Vessel when I listen to their songs. I need to be back there. Maybe it's because it was my first concert of theirs. Or concert period. But I've never felt like this. They've literally got me in a chokehold (may or may not be listening to it right now)

Can anyone tell me if it's normal. Like the adrenaline rush is insane. It's been 24 hours, and like 6 minutes since the concert ended, and I'm still giddy over it. I miss them sm

[sexilene]

at least once a week i think about the PCD drama and poor melody

[nateyweb]

Nicole Scherzinger in Pussycat Dolls "Buttons" and "Don't Cha" hoodies (2005)

[y2kculture]

Dennis Rodman and Carmen Electra for Candies, 2000

[autisticburnham]

[mailorderfictionalcharacter]

It’s kind of amazing that seven/raffi is canon and yet trying to piece together a narrative about the ship feels like non-canon shipping. like, did you see them holding hands for one second in the s1 finale? oh, I think they broke up offscreen? queerbaitcore.

[0crooked-arcade0]

I know this is a curveball due to the fact that I'm just now mentioning the fact that I'm part of the pop culture dietes circle, but, fuck I gotta share this.

Ok, for context, I used to closely work with the Black Pharoah, Nyarlathotep.

Separated myself from his influence a while back so I'd mostly packed that baggage away for later (long story, long, weird story-)

So, the small town where I live went from a small and aging hamlet with practically no crime to an absolute mad house around a month a go. Crime has spiked and its big shit

-Missing children

-There's a mysterious arsonist and a smash and grab robber

-Increased danger after sunset, there's some...guys wandering around stalking people, I personally got chased by one and nearly died of fear-

-People leaving jobs all at the same time creating a worker shortage at essential business.

-EMS is sent to an emergency as many as FIVE TIMES A DAY, DAY AFTER DAY BUT HAVE NO REPORT OF ANYTHING???

And more, but heres the point at this post.

I practically live at the library these days, talk to the librarian and other frequent visitors a lot. Leading us to discuss the rather upsetting news flooding town lately, ones pagan, the librarian has a friend in the local coven.

The librarian would state her friend would be almost obsessively trying to warn her about something vague but possibly dangerous shifting as of late. A lot of people have said that actually-

So guess what my reaction was when Mr. Gay Prismatic Robes crossed my path for the first time in forever-

The crawling chaos...

That tracks, but also he needs to fuck off.

Am i just going crazy or has anyone else seen him??? He's acting suspicious again-

I use this meme too much but I can't help but attach it because ot conveys exactly how I feel rn.

OH FUCK, EDIT: I forgot to mention my town is Allied with freemasons of a more spiritual variety and they are scattered to fuck RN

[pcegsts]

(1994) Yawara! 2

lowkey bangs. the absolute shredding assortment of guitar work in "BGM #11"! the way that the song floats in "BGM #13"! the kinda-lydian feeling in "BGM #14"!

there's a lot of really good "spooky" tunes as well, even of those aren't as sexy as the aforementioned

oh also the cd has some themes from the anime i presume (i didnt cross-reference)

[bigeelwizard]

Make me Buttons- a Korn/PCD mash up

Sorry bout this

(also on YouTube!)

Vocals: the Pussycat Dolls - Buttons

Track: Korn - Make me Bad

[battleram-skirmisher-fr]

Trombone sheet!

(I made just the trombone, not the cats)

[franzdeboas]

A vida adulta me fode e não me beija

Acabo de fazer 40 anos e a minha vida não poderia estar mais caótica do que nunca: perdi o emprego desde o início do ano; descobri há pouco tempo - ano passado - que tenho uma artrose num nível severo e cirúrgico, o que me qualifica como pessoa com deficiência (PCD), algo novo na minha identidade. Ah, e se não fossem os boletos chegando, poderia até dizer que vejo como uma das fases mais interessantes da minha vida! Estou redescobrindo o mundo com essa nova idade, sendo uma mulher gorda maior e com uma bengala. Aliás, a questão da bengala foi um momento de cisão com quem um dia fui, mas que já estava acontecendo nos anos anteriores, só não queria entender e até aceitar a situação. Na pandemia fiquei isolada num nível de não sair de casa nem pra uma simples caminhada e quando finalmente saí da caverna pra ter uma vida pública, estava muito debilitada fisicamente e achei que fosse apenas uma sequela desse momento tenebroso que a humanidade experenciou. Enfim, não era. Fui descobrir após dois anos que tinha uma artrose num nível avançado e isso porque estava sentindo dores alucinantes que estavam me impossibilitando de viver. A notícia foi dada por um médico ortopedista depois que levei o meu raio-x, exame solicitado pelo mesmo. Não houve o mínimo de empatia, sofri gordofobia médica, fiquei me questionando como faria pra trabalhar e buguei. Literalmente fiquei em choque, nem lembrei de pedir atestado, isso numa sexta-feira e segunda quando caí na real e liguei pra pedir o atestado médico, fui informada que pra isso acontecer iria ter que pagar uma outra consulta! Obviamente um absurdo! Bom, a vida às vezes nos fode de uma maneira tão fudida que nem um beijo bem gostoso na boca nos dá! Os médicos que consegui me consultar falaram que eu não poderia passar por uma cirurgia agora por conta do meu peso e que poderia ter uma embolia pulmonar e morrer. Ainda não fiz a cirurgia, dependo de uma fila no SUS, também ainda não morri e, por ora, nem pretendo! Aqui contarei a minha saga não só da busca por tratamento, cirurgia, mas também novas descobertas da vida! Bora nóis!!!