#alanis days

[taylorhawkins]

behold the funniest live alanis footage I’ve seen

[justmeinatree]

[brainfreeze27]

life has a funny, funny way of helping you out

[wreckedandpolemic]

I need that old, rich man to be put through the horrors of his toddler twin daughters doing his make up/hair/nails

this is sooo cute im squealing… one of them coming to you with one of those tacky claire’s eyeshadow palettes and a bag of hair accessories like i wanna give dada a makeover, and you grin so wide it hurts like i think that’s a great idea, baby. i think you’d both be a little scared of arming your three year olds with nail polish, so you entrust that to a five-year-old alanis, who has a little more control over her fine motor skills. matty looks fucking scared, all four of his girls approaching him with matching grins and glitter in their hands.

but he indulges them in everything, so he doesn’t resist when they pounce; fiona takes a fistful of his hair and he winces, gently taking her wrist and murmuring gentle hands, fi, remember? alanis grabs one of his hands, holding up two bottles of nail polish. pink or green, dad? he pretends to think hard before settling on pink, her little tongue poking out as she unscrews the cap and sets to work.

when vera approaches him with an eyeshadow palette, matty looks up at you in fear, the idea of his three-year-old waving a stick near his eyes frankly terrifying. so you take her hand to guide her, reminding her gentle, okay, darling? we don’t want to hurt dada, do we? the three of them work on him excitedly until alanis bossily declares we’re finished, he’s pretty now, and you have to fight to contain your laughter. matty’s hair is filled with heart-shaped clips and sparkly bows, sticking up at every angle, his eyelids splotched silver and purple with waxy, hot-pink lipstick decorating his mouth and nose. obviously, you take approximately a million pictures, the babas smiling proudly at their creation, matty hanging his head with a laugh.

he’s still brushing glitter out of his hair a week later <3

[wheels-of-despair]

Can You Feel It? Pairing: Ex!Billy Hargrove x You x Unimportant Jock Event: A Very @corroded-hellfire Valentine's Day Summary: Billy fucked around. Now he's gonna find out. Contains: Heartbreak, spite, sex, Billy Hargrove Is His Own Warning. Song: You Oughta Know by Alanis Morissette Words: 1.4k

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And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back I hope you feel it Well, can you feel it?

You hate Billy Fucking Hargrove.

You hate his stupid hair and his dumb earring and his loud-ass car and you especially hate the fact that you found him with some skank's tongue down his throat at Tommy Hagan's party last weekend, just hours after he told you that he loved you.

You didn't make a scene. You didn't key his car or slash his tires or even let him know you'd decided to come after all.

You just went home and cried.

You cried until you got angry.

It boiled over Monday morning in the Hawkins High parking lot. You were separated by staff who threatened to call your parents and told you both to stay far away from each other. You were happy to comply. He was as good as dead to you.

For a few days.

The following Thursday in the cafeteria, when he winked at you while that slut sat in his lap, you rose up out of your chair to go murder them both... when Ashley M. stepped into your path and caught you off-guard by shoving a flyer in your hand.

You read it - keg party, this weekend, no parents - and a new plan began to form in your jilted brain.

You went all out. Teased your hair. Applied make-up that would make Cyndi Lauper proud. Wore that top that makes your tits look phenomenal and a tiny skirt that your parents didn't know you owned and the painful shoes that Billy called "Fuck-Me Heels."

Boys were drooling the minute you casually strolled into Ashley M's front door half an hour late.

You located him in seconds. He sat on the kitchen counter, staring. You'll give him something to fucking stare at.

You looked to the right and made eye contact with the first idiot who'd crowded around you, vying for your attention. According to his letterman jacket, his name was Spencer. He'd do.

It was almost too easy. One dazzling smile and a dance with a little too much touching, and he was practically dragging you down the hallway. Easy, Sparky, don't forget who's running this show.

He tries two doors before finding an empty room. A bathroom. Good enough.

He closes the door and locks it and shoves you against the back of it and tries to worm his tongue down your throat. No technique. Not at all like Billy.

Right. Billy. That's why you're here. You palm Sparky's comically small package with one hand and subtly reach behind you to unlock the door with the other. You push the meathead away, approach the sink on the opposite side of the room, and hop on. It faces the door. Perfect. You want to see the look on his face when he inevitably storms in and throws a fit.

Sparky sheds his jacket - stopping to hang it carefully on a towel hook, lest his precious jock gear get a wrinkle in it - and stands between your knees. He leans forward and begins to maul your neck. His hands find your tits and grab at them like it's his very first time. You distract him by peeling his shirt off, "accidentally" tangling it around his head to stall him. When he gets free and tries to resume his frantic fondling, you move his hands to your ass and watch the door boredly.

"You're so hot," Sparky moans, squeezing your ass with both hands. You roll your eyes. Hurry up, Hargrove.

You wait patiently until the bathroom door crashes open. It sends a jolt through your entire body, like you've been struck by lightning. Billy Hargrove stands in the doorway, eyes blazing and shoulders squared. The doorknob left a dent in the wall behind it. What did he do, kick it open? It wasn't locked, you fucking moron.

Sparky turns around at the sound. "Hey man, you mind? We're kinda busy here."

You grab Sparky by his bare shoulders and jerk him back to you. His face collides with the side of your neck, and he resumes his disgusting slurping like Billy isn't standing just a few feet away, ready to kill him. You stare coldly at the asshole in the doorway while you scratch your nails down Sparky's back. A move that was guaranteed to make Billy go feral, every fucking time.

Can you feel that, Hargrove?

"Ow! Shit!"

Sparky backs away from you and your claws, and Billy steps forward to catch him. Billy grabs him by the scruff of the neck and hauls him into the hallway, bouncing his face off the wall a few times before shoving him to the floor.

Now it's your turn.

Billy steps over Sparky's body and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He locks it, and before you can marvel at the fact that the lock mechanism still works, he's on you. Hand on your throat. Your head smacks against with the mirror behind you.

"What the fuck was that?"

"What's it to you? You don't want me anymore, remember?"

Fire blazes in his eyes, and his grip tightens.

You stare calmly into his furious face.

Why the fuck did you miss him? He made you mad almost every day. You fought all the time. He was moody, and difficult, and snarky, and let's not forget the fact that he's a liar and a cheater and an all-around dickhead who broke your fucking heart.

You'd give anything for him to love you the way you love him.

In the blink of an eye, Billy's hand moves from your throat to the back of your neck, and his mouth is on yours. Your brain quiets, and your body buzzes, and being close to him is the only thing that matters.

His massive hands drift down to your breasts, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. You moan into his mouth, and his hands keep traveling south. You open your legs for him, and he doesn't waste any time slipping under your skirt and past your barely-there panties and dipping a finger into your center.

Feeling how wet you are brings him back to the reality of the situation. He extracts his hand, wipes it on your thigh, and glares.

"That douchebag get you this worked up?"

"That limp-dicked dumbass couldn't work a calculator."

Billy snorts, and you smile. God, you missed this.

"Who'd you wear those Fuck Me Heels for, then?"

"Who do you think, asshole?"

He smirks in a way that makes you want to smack it off his face. Instead, you hook your leg around him and pull him closer. Billy grabs your ass and jerks you to the edge of the counter, so you can feel his stiff member pressing into your heat. You need him so fucking bad.

His assault on your mouth begins again, and you wrap your arms around him and cling to his back. He rocks into you, and the friction from his jeans is almost enough to finish you off.

"Billy," you breathe. "Need you."

"I should make you beg," he taunts, slowly dragging the double-stitched denim of his fly upward and surprising you with a sudden jerk of his hips. You claw at his jacket and puff out a breath of air. You're not fucking begging. You try to grind your hips against him, but he reaches down to hold them still. You respond by lurching forward and biting his neck.

Billy responds with a slap to your ass. He pulls back, and you glare up at him, chest heaving. You're not fucking begging.

"Fuck it," he grumbles, reaching for his belt buckle. He unbuckles unzips, and slams into you in seconds.

Fuck, you missed this.

Billy begins to thrust hard and fast, eyes on yours. When you begin to approach your peak, you close your eyes and lean your head back. He grabs your jaw and makes you look at him. He wants to watch it happen. He needs to see what he does to you.

You come together, with grunts and moans, collapsing against each other in a panting heap. You fall back against the mirror, and he leans with you. His head rests on your shoulder. Breathing ragged. Bones weak. Brains foggy. Nobody makes you fall apart like he does.

"I love you," is what you want to tell him.

"I know," is probably what he would say before he smirked his dumb little smirk and zipped up those tight jeans that fit him just right and left your stupid ass in a puddle of your own tears again.

You wish you could hate Billy Fucking Hargrove.

[geekynerfherder]

'Dogma' by James Goodridge.

[rrrrrrrrrriot]

THE 10 MOST INFLUENTIAL ACTS OF THE 90s

1. Nirvana

2. Radiohead

3. Björk

4. Tupac Shakur

5. Mariah Carey

6. Alanis Morissette

7. Green Day

8. Nine Inch Nails

9. Dr. Dre

10. Notorious B.I.G.

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

'90s MV of the day

You Learn by Alanis Morisette

Directed by Liz Friedlander and shot in the Meatpacking District of New York City.

[bucknastysbabe]

Life lesson for me: the need to know why gets you ✨~nowhere~✨

Literally fucks me in the ass every time also I think I’m insane between pms & changing antidepressants about to put on clown makeup and dance in a bathroom #coringa

[davidtennantgenderenvy]

My Favorite Albums Released In Every Month Of The Year!!!

JANUARY: 21 - Adele

FEBRUARY: Little Girl Blue - Nina Simone

MARCH: To Pimp a Butterfly - Kendrick Lamar

APRIL: Fetch the Bolt Cutters - Fiona Apple

MAY: How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful - Florence + the Machine

JUNE: Jagged Little Pill - Alanis Morrissette

JULY: The Normal Album - Will Wood

AUGUST: Grace - Jeff Buckley

SEPTEMBER: Guts - Olivia Rodrigo

OCTOBER: The Black Parade - My Chemical Romance

NOVEMBER:The Wall - Pink Floyd

DECEMBER: A Day at the Races - Queen

[gingerrhd]

Inktober 2024 day 6

Not so much rare pair but definitely falling into rare media to see these days

[taylorhawkins]

[page18doc]

Happy Pride, y'all [don't forget to listen to our 90s girls]

[bakedbakermom]

dana scully x jagged little pill

pathetic men x "right through you" (track 5/12)

[vodid]

i know its only october but part of me wants to shut down my store for the remainder of the year so i can focus on making more products with less pressure/things to do, but its def gonna suck not having that wittle bit of income. i would like to finish up comms and accept some more before the year ends tho. i just have a few left rn (cannot believe they've taken me this long i am so sorry 😭 i want to work on that next year, starting with taking less at a time to hopefully get into a pattern)

[omegaremix]

Summer 1995 Mixtape:

Alanis Morrissette “You Oughta’ Know”

Nine Inch Nails Further Down The Spiral

Alice In Chains “No Excuses”

Pearl Jam “Better Man”

Nine Inch Nails Fixed

Green Day Dookie

Doors, The The Best Of The Doors

Alanis Morrissette “Hand In My Pocket”

Stone Temple Pilots Core

Bushwackass “Against The Grain”

Grand Puba “I Like It (I Wanna Be Where You Are)”

M Doc & Stevio “Like ‘Em Like That (Guess I’m Justa Freak)”

Bone-Thugs-N-Harmony Creepin’ On Ah Come Up

M.O.P. To The Death

Blahzay Blahzay “Oh My God (Danger!)”

Cover “Underground Flow”

Mad Skillz “The Nod Factor”

Raekwon “Ice Cream”

Lordz Of Brooklyn “Saturday Nite Fever”

Luniz “I Got 5 On It”