#am i really the first artist that pops up? damn

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

hai uorue so cool . oh my god . sorry staring in awe after getting hyperfixated on BTTF again after 7 long years and you’re the first artist I see when I search it up on tumblr . hai !

oh hiii! welcome welcome. you may be here for a while sorry man

here’s a quick doodle i made! just for you

[itsmeyaspider]

Visual Love~

Yandere Baki Hanma x reader x Yandere Ohma Tokita

Triggers: yandere behavior, stalking, doxing

>>Art is not mine!! All credits go to the artist!<<

Finally! After a long time of waiting, your two favorite martial arts anime are getting their own videogame, it feels almost like Christmas! Once you'd seen the movie Baki Hanma vs Kengan Ashura, you couldn't wait anymore to play the game to the movie.

You were so pleased that you took the day off to play the game. Some people would call you crazy for making such a fuss over a mobile game, but you couldn't help it. You're just to happy that your favorite characters were represented in other media than only in manga or anime!

You stare at your phone when it's finally 9:00 am, with a huge smile on your face you go to the play store as you see the game, you immediately download it. Your excitement grows bigger and bigger as you decide to go to the kitchen to grab your favorite drink, to cross the long wait.

After a few minutes the game is downloaded, you press the app button as you get greeted with a red glowing screen. A huge white front appears with the 'Baki Hanma vs Kengan Ashura the mobile game'. A few seconds later your two favorite characters, Baki and Ohma also appear on the screen. You could feel how your heart starts to beat faster, as your excitement also grew. You finally press start and immediately the screen is filled with a battle arena. It was a good decision to stay at home today!

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A few hours go by as you can't stop playing this game! It has similarities to Mortal Kombat or Street Fighter, and each of the individual characters has their own signature move with their own special attacks. Well, since you only play as Ohma or Baki, you couldn't really tell what the other special attacks are like, but you honestly didn't care that much about it. You have to much fun winning online fights with those two, that you simply forgot the other ones.

Time flies by as you only now realize how hungry you are. It is already afternoon and because of the game you had forgotten to eat something. With a small sigh you are about to close the app as you notice something strange. A small window pops up.

Don't go....

Weird you think as you brush it off, maybe it is a bug which still needs to be fixed. You finally close the app as you leave your phone on the couch and head towards the kitchen to cook yourself something to eat.

After dinner you decide to take it easy, so you grab your phone as you head to your way to comfortable bed. You slowly start to lay down as you swipe through your contacts. Only now do you realize that the messages from your best friend's chat haven't shown to you. God this phone would kill you one day. You try to open the chat but before you could read it something weird again happened.

(B/f): Heyoooo! :3What's up?! Do you want to face-?¿?¿?¿

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What the fuck?? You roll with your (e/c) eyes in annoyance as the entire app freezes and crashes down. Surely that has to be a bad joke right?! Why does your phone hate you so much? You're trying to calm yourself down as suddenly another message pops up. At first you couldn't believe what you read there...was this even possible?! It takes you a short while to realize that this isn't a weird thought you had, infact this is real. A message from the BvK game pops up, something you didn't thought was ever possible, but maybe the creator added something like that to create more variety...

C'mon let's play! Don't leave us hanging here....

A cold shiver runs down your spine as you suddenly have an uneasy feeling in your stomach. Did someone manage to hack into your damn phone and try to scare you?! Or is your phone so old that it just starts to collapse. You clearly didn't know the answer right now. "Maybe I'm just to paranoid... I guess I need to calm down a bit." You tell yourself as you shrugg the weird feeling off, opening the app again. You spend the rest of the evening paying the game, you didn't have much else to do anyway. But you can't shake the strange feeling of that you're being watched.

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A few days passed and everything became a little more normal again. Maybe it was paranoia after all...You went to your job, did finish the work for today and then went home. You usually eat some food and then continue to play BvK. There is something about the game, what made you addicted. You just couldn't stop playing it. The strange thing is that whenever you wanted to try out other characters that wasn't Baki or Ohma, the whole game would freeze and a huge black screen would appear. Maybe another bug who didn't get fixed yet?

With a small sigh you start to bite your underlip as you stare at the character selection, of course Ohma and Baki will always have special places in your heart, you loved them both but you wanted to try out other characters too! Especially when (b/f) tells you how cool Kaolan or Jack is to play! It can't be that the game keeps crashing when you want to play someone else. Maybe this god damned bug is finally gone...

Your (e/c) eyes glide over the character selection as you take a few minutes to decide. "Then...hmm..I will take you Pickle!" You say to yourself as you sincerely hope that the game has finally been fixed. You click on the 'Fight' button, but before the loading screen could even show up the game starts to freeze and everything goes black. "Not again...oh come one..."

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Don't you see it, we are meant to be together!

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This isn't funny (Y/n)...

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What the hell?!! Out of sheer reflex, you throw your phone against the wall as you watch in bewildered, how it hits the ground. What the fuck...? Did someone really try to talk to you? Where does this game know your god damn name?! The shock runs deep as you decide not to touch the phone anymore, there's clearly a virus on it because otherwise you can't explain it logical.

You try your best to calm yourself down, taking a few breaths in and out, but even that doesn't help much. You would love to call (b/f) right now and tell him everything about it, but you don't want to touch this cursed phone anymore. Besides, would (b/f) really believe you? After all, you have no proof about it and in the end (b/f) would think that you're just setting him up again.

With a small sigh, you go into your living room as you sit down on the couch. A new phone would probably be the only best solution, at least you hoped. Even if you didn't have a lot of money to buy such an expensive thing, you got no other choice. Maybe (b/f) could borrow you some money. Slowly you lie down on the couch as you notice how your eyelids get heavier and heavier, you let out a big yawn as you fall asleep.

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The next few days went smoothly, thanks to the help of (b/f) who saved your ass with his money, you were able to buy a new phone. Everything went back to normal, your life got boring again but at least your phone didn't try to blackmail you. Just as you were about to take a shower, a message from (b/f) pops up, with a huge smile on your face you reach for your phone and swipe to the message.

(B/f): "Did you see the new Patch? Ahh they added the death row convicts and fucking Muteba!! (Y/n) you need to play it, I swear it makes so much fun."

You look hesitantly at the message, a cold shiver runs down your spine. Normally, you would have loved to try out the new characters, but something deep inside you tells you not to.

(Y/n): I don't know...what if the virus comes back and destroys also my new phone. :( I'm broke rn I can't effort another phone...

It took no less than a few seconds for another message to pop up.

(B/f): Oh c'mon it won't happen again. Maybe you were a little bit to careless and went to strange sites~😉

You roll your eyes in annoyance as you read the teasing message, another sigh leaves your mouth as you head to the all to familiar play store and download the game again. Maybe (b/f) is right, you were a little bit careless. Besides, what are the chances thar something like this happens twice? The fact that other characters were finally added too made you so happy that you immediately go into your shower. You want to play the games again and this time without any weird coincidences.

Minutes pass and you find yourself on your couch where you start the game again. Just as you are greeted with the all known home screen, you have the feeling that you are being watched again. But this time it's worse that the last times... it's more intense and you almost feel like a small trapped animal that has been cornered by predators. You start to bite on your underlip as you shake off the unpleasant feeling as much as you can, you head straight to the battle arena where you find all the characters, even the new ones.

A small smile graces your lips as your eyes pass slowly through every character. Of course the option to play Baki or Ohma again would be there, but this time you want to play someone else. You know them both very well, their attacks and special moves, anything from it and so it's only logical to try someone new. Your eyes continue to wander around, as they suddenly stop. For a moment you rethink everything about who to really choose, but in the end you decide to play Doyle.

Exitment runs through your body, when the familiar loading screen appears in front of you, it only takes a few seconds as Hector stands in the fighting arena. Oh my god! A rush of relief runs through as you can finally enjoy this game. You play a few rounds with Hector, losing most of the time. Maybe you're not as good as you thought, just as Hector does his final pose, the screen goes black.

Two all too familiar faces walk towards you as they suddenly stop in the middle of your phone screen. Both fighter turn at the same time around, their almost dead eyes looking into yours, it feels like they are in the same room as you. What the hell?! This shit is fucking creepy... immediately you try to close the app, you keep pressing the cross but nothing happens. The eyes of the two fighters continue to penetrate you and it seems like as if they were very angry.

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Suddenly, a message appears above Ohma's head.

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You are really a brat, you know that?! Always trying to fight against us, as if we are some monsters...

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A huge message pops up above both their heads, as a small wicked smile spread their lips.

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Good for you that we found a way to break out of this game. You won't escape us any longer.

That is clearly been enough for you, your heart starts beating faster and faster and you couldn't trust your eyes what you actually read. What the fuck is this about?! This is crazy....You grab the phone as you throw it against the wall, you'd rather not have a phone anymore than play this fucking psycho game ever again!

Your thoughts are filled with the messages of the two characters, what do they mean when they wrote they've found a way to break out?! It doesn't make any sense at all!!! Baki and Ohma doesn't even exist... You are so distracted by your own thoughts that you only now notice a strange blue glow from your cell phone. Just as you're about to take a closer look, you suddenly see a fucking hand popping out.

What the fuck?!

This is clearly way to weird, what the hell is this?! Your thoughts are going crazy, your instinct is screaming at you to run! Run as fast as you can, and so you do. You run to your door as you only want to leave this damned apartment as quickly as possible. Your legs carry you and you immediately rush out of the floor towards the street. You don't know where you should run but it doesn't matter right now, the main thing is to get put of this place. You keep running and running, your (h/c) hair makes it impossible to see anything, the wind is to strong. But you need to run, you need to...

You want to cross the road, as you suddenly feel a very strong hand grab you, and pull you towards it. You feel yourself almost falling, but before you can feel the impact of the ground, you are grabbed again in a strong embrace. You slowly open your (e/c) eyes as you stare directly in another pair of brown eyes. The man before you has hazelnut brown, fluffy hair and a birthmark on his lips. You also couldn't ignore the muscles that adorn his body, even though he's wearing a T-shirt, he couldn't hide them. You body begins to tremble as you slowly realize who is standing in front of you. This can't be real...this isn't possible!!

A dark, raspy voice awakes you from your thoughts as another muscular, yet taller man appears behind Baki. This one has black, wavy hair and black eyes. "You don't really make it easy, do you?" Ohmas gaze rests on you like that of a beast. You try to free yourself from the much to strong grip, something what you never believed to be possible, but it was useless. The Hanma seems to he very amused by the sight. "Don't try it (Y/n). You know you have no chance."

Of course you know that you didn't have the slightest chance against even one if this two monsters, Ohma and Baki are superior to you in every way. But your pride can't let that happen! Surely your 14 year old fanfiction fan would have died that these two are standing infront of you, but this isn't a stupid fanfictiin. This is the cruel reality and the reality is that you get captured by two fictional characters just like that. "Let me go!" You stutter out, doing you best to sound as strong as possible.

Ohma tilts his head to the side with a big, almost sadistic smile on bis face. "And what if not? Will you try to fight us then?" You can't miss the mocking tone, but something inside you knows that he is right. You can't fight them... Suddenly you notice how one of Bakis hand grabs your chin, forces you to look at him. "You're ours now, don't try to make us ever angry again. You know what will happen if you do." Full of fear, you nod to his kind yet threatening words as your last hope is slowly fading away. Maybe you should have listened to your instinct...

[minhosimthings]

Impatient details || 18+

Synopsis: You just couldn't wait as Hyunjin kept you waiting to finish his portrait of his most favourite muse.

Pairings: Hyunjin × fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+ MINORS DNI, Fingering, masturbation, degradation, swearing, Hyunjin calls reader 'darling' and 'my muse', unprotected sex (don't do it absolutely not), Hyunnie cums inside of reader, overstimulation, dacryphillia, art studio sex let's gaur, it's a bit fluffy at the end

A/N: y'all I can't do this I'm SAUR HORNY RIGHT NOW DAMN THIS PERIOD. I really needed Hyunnie cause man is literally looking like a Greek God in that silver hair (although he has dark hair in this drabble). So this concludes my very first Hyunjin smut! Yay to my dumb brain for working.

Muses are such pretty little things aren't they? Oh to be a muse. To be dancing under the bloodlust stars with a person who considers you their entire universe. To be staying still and laughing in courtish conversation as he imprinted your figure against yet another canvas, in the same yet different shades of captivating colours.

"Hyunjin-" you dropped your arm from your waist, "-my arm fell asleep again." Always the artist, never the muse, changed when you met Hyunjin. Now, you were forever gracefully stuck as the starry eyes muse, remembered in reds and blues. "Hyunjin how much longer?" You whined to Hyunjin, who whisked his eyes away from the canvas in a whip. He lowered his paintbrush and put his palette on his table, brushing his long, dark hair out of his eyes. Standing up with a slight wince (probably from sitting for that long), he strode over to you, lifting your chin up with his finger. You could see the sweat beads glisten on his forehead, and his fingers all covered with paint. A splash of paint decorated his neck, from where veins were slightly popping out.

“Always so needy for me, aren’t you? Can’t help yourself, can you?” He leaned forward to your lips, with barely any space between them. You could feel his breath hit your lips as you leaned forward to kiss them. To your disappointment, he leant back.

“Mm, always so impatient for me, ” Hyunjin smirked into an impatient, rough kiss, a surprise to you, after he had previously leaned away. "Mm Hyunnie-" you moaned into the kiss, Hyunjin's hands resting on your thigh, "Want you." Hyunjin pulled away from the kiss, caressing your cheek with his right hand.

"Not so fast my muse." He smirked like the devil in a dance, "you distracted me from almost finishing the painting, so now you're gonna pay for it."

He leaned back against his chair, leaving you dumbfounded on the couch. "Now-" he picked up his paintbrush, "-I am going to need something to motivate me to detail this painting, so why don't you touch yourself for me darling?"

"And don't you dare take that pretty dress off." He mused, biting his bottom lip in concentration "That's for me to do later."

You slip your fingers into your cunt, feeling disappointment at them not being Hyunjin's cock. As you start to hump your hand, you could see Hyunjin tighten his grip on his paintbrush, his face ever so scrunched up. He hasn’t fucked you yet, but this is good. You could see that hyunjin has been subtly grinding his long, pretty (and hard) cock against the easel for a good time now. “yeah, ‘m wet for you hyune~” you croon, wanting to cum so bad.

"Just a little more, my muse. Need to get the details right don't I? Need to make sure this pretty body gets what it deserves?"

You exhale lightly at that, trying not to react too much to what he just said.You aren’t sure if he can see you clench around your own fingers or not, but you nod in agreement.You want to move your fingers more, you want Hyunjin to watch you do more. You jolted your hips ever so slightly as you could feel warm liquid coming between your legs.

"Jinnie-" you moaned, eyes still focused on his fingers moving delicately across the canvas, "-want to cum please." Hyunjin smirked behind his canvas and turned his eyes away for a split second. “You want to cum?” he grinned devilishly, wiping sweat off of his forehead. “Y-yes, I— please—” “Hm, but do you really deserve to?” Hyunjin slowly dabbed at a spot on the canvas as your fingers stopped moving around your clit. "Please Hyunjin~" you moaned, feeling more impatient than ever.

"Aww baby." Hyunjin cooed, getting up again and striding over to you, “Tell me how you want me.” “Want your fingers in me.” You whined, watching him get on top of you. "Aww my fingers? How many darling?"

When you didn’t respond, he tilted his head at you, quickly thinking of a way to get you to answer him. His long, messy hair fell in front of his dark brown eyes, waiting for you to beg him. He always enjoyed the sensation of you being on your knees, absolutely going dumb for his cock He slid his fingers into you and his eyes flickered down to your pussy, clenching tightly around them.

He grunted deeply and twisted his other hand on his cock teasingly. His eyes were glued on you starting with your half-lidded eyes and your parted lips, trying to catch a breath. He trailed his eyes down to your chest which rose and fell with each panting breath you took. He traced the curves of your body with greedy eyes, your smooth skin covered with a thin layer of sweat.

You slip your hands into his hair again, pulling him back down to continue the passionate kiss, holding onto him desperately. Youf tingled between your legs when his cock brushed through your folds and bumped against your clit, reigniting the flames of your desire. The heat of him turned you on, as if he’d drugged you with just a kiss, with just a touch of his glass skin on yours. He pressed another kiss to your jaw, ghosting your skin with his soft lips. He gave you a messy kiss, leaned his weight on his arm by your head to drag his rough hand down your body. He took your breath away again, pulled away just far enough so he could follow the path of his hand with his eyes.

"I think you need to be fucked properly, don't you my muse?" He stroked his cock, "Do you need to be fucked hmm?" "Please Jinnie-" you whined, missing the feeling of his fingers inside of you, "-need you against me, please." Your begging words ignited Hyunjin's mind, his eyes filled with fiery desire.

"Hyun- Hyunjin fuck!" Hyunjin slips into your cunt so easily. He kneads your breasts just right, pinching and caressing where you like, and his lips leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck. You moan his name, and you feel his cock beneath you coming gradually to life. You grind your bare cunt on his nourishing cock, and his hand grasps your hair to pull your head. “Behave,” he warns with a chuckle, “Fucking eager, aren't we?” You could feel tears come out, decorating your face along with the sweat. Hyunjin's cock twitched as he saw your eyes all glossy and your face scrunched up, trying not to sob out of the pleasure he was giving you.

“Fuck you’re so—” He groaned, his hips shifting as he sat still for a second and he soaked in the way your lips parted and your eyes rolled back with pleasure. “—Fucking tight. You’re already squeezing the fuck outta my cock.” One thrust, then two, Hyunjin goes deeper into you, your moans giving him Heaven to his ears.

"Hyun- wait - I-I can't-" "yes you can darling." Hyunjin's eyes darkened over you, his hands still on your hair, as yours reciprocated. “Hyun,” You whined, squeezing your eyes shut, the overstimulation making tears slip from your eyes and your legs shake. You felt a shiver run down your spine when you felt his lips on your spine, his tongue running over your skin. He stopped at your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses before he pressed his lips against your ear.

“You’re my good girl right? You’d do anything I tell you to?” He coaxed, his voice deep and smooth, enough to make you want to come right then and there, again. You nodded, not trusting your voice. “Yeah you fucking would. So cum for me, now.” He demanded, his hand slipping down your body to run your sensitive clit and the overstimulation was enough to send you over the edge.

“Fuck, fuck that’s it,” He moaned, his hand squeezing your neck tight enough to bruise, but not enough cut off your air entirely. He turned your head and kissed you hard, tongue slipping into your mouth as he sunk into you one more time before he spilled inside you.

"Whew!" Hyunjin panted as he collapsed next to you. "You know what, this actually is a weird couch. How is it supporting both of us?" You giggled, snuggling up to Hyunjin's warm chest. "Well thank you to Etsy for letting me but it for cheap. It's my most favourite place to draw my muse." You smiled into his chest, as he wrapped his arms around you, the smell of paint hanging around. "By the way," you spoke first after a long silence, "Did you get the details finished?" Hyunjin smirked at you, and buried himself into your neck. "I finsihed that shit a long time before you touched yourself all pretty for me darling." He whispered into your ear as you slapped his chest playfully, getting up to see how he had made a masterpiece of his muse.

[nova2kss]

Influencer island

“GOOD MORNING AMERICAAAA”

“I’m your host Yanna Bailey and we are back here on the influencer island”.

“On the previous episode we introduced the men that dared to step foot on this island and you guys went absolutely wild!”

“I know we picked a top tier cast but damn, #theinfluencerisland number 1 trending on twitter?”

“You bitches are eating it up, so I know for a fact when we introduce these ladies yall are going to be in absolute shambles.”

“Starting off hot as HELL”

“….sorry y’all I had to take a breath.”

“It’s Mikasa fucking Ackerman”

“I fucking love her okay! And I’m not gon lie I don’t know if ima be able to host this show…you can’t put Mika in a room with Yanna cause ima jump on this woman bones.”

“Anywho.. Mika is a celebrity nail tech and hair dresser, you’ve seen her on tour with Victoria Monet, Megan the stallion, so many more but most importantly ? Cardi B!”

“Yes the girl who gives cardi those gorgeous claws and the girl who be giving cardi that long ass weave that be tickling her ass crack that is THE Mikasa Ackerman.

Aside from her gorgeous looks and work she is a party animal and you can see her turning up in multiple crowds of the artists that she stays with…let’s see if she can bring that same energy to the island.”

“Gosh I am so excited to introduce this next hottie, she so soft spoken but I heard she gives it up pretty wild off the camera, as you know she is a pretty new influencer so I think she’s coming in here with something to prove.”

“The gorgeous blonde baker Historia Reiss”

“So off topic but her name is sooo cute”

“Historia went viral showing her tremendous cooking skills back in mid 2023, and since then she’s been going viral for baked goods and beauty.”

“But let’s not forget about the time this little firecracker whooped ass at a Fourth of July party THIS YEAR!”

“Something that not only myself but the fans were not excepting, I know you guys are gonna be so happy to see her on here”

“We’ve seen how Historia gives it up in the in the kitchen, we’ve seen how she gives it up in the field, now it’s time to see if she can hang with these animals on this island”

“As stated she is pretty like an angel but the call her the devil…(there were no lies told)”

“Sasha braus first rose to fame on TikTok reviewing foods and looking so hot with that gorgeous maroon hair”

“You can see her with the talented man himself Jean Kristen, according to them they are childhood best friends and we’ve seen Jean and party mode but never sash…that’s gonna change on this island.”

“Sasha was ranked on the 2024 top 20 comedians list at #12, I can honestly see why everyone loves Sasha pretty, hilarious, and relatable… mhm she’s gonna fit right in here”

“Calypso, calypso, calypso…mhm girl you are gonna get me in TROUBLE”

“This short haired hottie calypso blue has been on a longgggg break from the internet and the only time we’ve seen her is when she popped outside with her influencer bestie y/n”

“And mind y’all we only knew it was her cause of them famous short hair..”

“Well let me tell yall, after a damn near year long hiatus she has popped out and boy oh BOY!”

“This girlie done came back with some longer hair, and some Tatts…?? We already knew calypso blue was a hottie but this?? Oh she is taking it hunty”

“The intro is no longer needed calypso blue is here and you’ll be seeing her first hand on influencer island.”

“…..I don’t like this bitch.”

“But it’s my job to introduce her.”

“Ummm so i really don’t know who picked her BUT this is Pieck finger, she’s a black haired bitch who party’s a lot fucked porco on video tried to get at my nigga and I’m probably gonna beat her ass.”

“On a brighter note we know she can party cause it’s all she does, no questions asked she could get as wild as the other guys and gals…NEXT”

“Our next and final blondie is Mrs. Hitch”

“And according to her Rihanna’s faviorite which I’m pretty sure the whole internet disagrees with but..I digress.”

“Beautiful girl who rose to fame back in 2022 being spotted with Rihanna and I mean if you’re being spotted with someone as big as mofucking riri you think we not finna check you out?”

“But besides being ri right hand women it’s time to see what else hitchey can do…you know without the co-sign ”

“The beautiful Ryan!!”

“Ryan is the owner of the ASOS clothing brand which is a brand for plus sized men and women.”

“She became very popular on TikTok while promoting her clothing brand and since then she’s taken off with so many sells, fans and followers”

“We know she can design the hell out some clothes but I wanna know what it she gonna do once her toes hit this sand.”

“As y’all known she’s known to be a shy girl and doesn’t party much…BUT WE CANT BE HAVIN THAT HAIR”

“So we gone need Ryan to come up out her shell and hopefully survive on this long awaited journey”

“And finally we have the beauty, the mogul, the TOP influencer y/n”

“She needs to intro we all know her”

“And we all love her”

“She is THE beauty influencer, 9 time outta 10 if you’re searching tips and tricks you’re on her page scrolling endlessly”

“I’ve partied with this city girl before so I know how she gives it up now it’s your turn to see and boy I cannot wait for you to see, you guys fav isn’t as innocent as you think”

“Whew lord I pray for the beds in this house cause with these fine ass men and these gorgeous women I feel like they’ll be broke before we ever get to finish filming.”

“Know that you know which of your favs will be participating in the match a vote will be up shortly you can choose who you want to stay or go before they even get into the house, and remember to chose wisely after all you don’t want the wrong person to get that 1 million dollar check.”

“I’m your host Yanna Bailey signing out, make sure you stay tuned for the pilot of influencer Island.”

The girlies are here!!!! Sorry if I didn’t add an aot character that you wanted, I needed my sexy ocs to shine 😁

Idk if you guys peeped but I tried to do different shades of black for y/n but yea first ep coming soon and make sure to vote on the poll !!

❤️

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Hii i was so in love with ur ville fic 🖤 I was wondering if you wanted to write something like ville x musician!fem! reader? Like they’re playing in a festival together and she can’t place why ville is nice to everybody but her but he’s just having a hard time expressing that he likes herrr? Tysm 🖤

You’re So Cold

Once Y/N discovers the reasons behind Ville’s cold, disattached behavior, she finds herself fascinated with this twisted game the two of them play.

Ville Valo X Fem!Reader

(Fluff, angst)

1.7k Words

Warnings: Suggestive content, smoking, alcohol

An: Thank you so much for the request!! I’m really surprised how well my Ville fics are doing because I didn’t expect him to have the sort of reach my other fics might! I actually received annother request while writing this that I used to create this fic so I included the one I didn’t reply to directly but still used below! Nonetheless, I adore writing for him and would love to write more for him in the future! Anyways, thank you for the request and please keep sending more in!

Nürburg, 2001- brushing shoulders with the likes of Godsmack, Papa Roach, and Linkin Park was you, and you’d never felt more out of place. See, the issue arose with the fact that while your music was popular, it wasn’t that kind of popular, and especially not outside of Europe. Surrounded by so many musicians that you yourself loved and respected, you started to feel a little out of place after you nearly stumbled into someone backstage that you were pretty sure was Alanis Morissette. It also didn’t help that, due to traffic that morning, you were cutting it pretty close for such a large event so you had to hurry onstage just before call time. Still, you held yourself together; anyone in your position would be over the moon to be performing at the Rock Am Ring, so you took a deep breath and stepped out onto that stage, looking out at the imposing sea of people in front of you- tens of thousands of them. But it was as if all of that anxiety melted away with that first surge of adrenaline. In that moment, you were feeling pretty damn invincible.

That performance is what drew Ville to you. The passion you had for your music was palpable- he could feel it, all the way from where the rest of the bands were chilling out backstage. They were drinking and laughing, blatantly ignoring the enchanting performance that the woman on stage was putting on. What idiots. Taking a sip of his beer, Ville cocked his head a little to get a better look at you, “Who’s that?” Sitting across from him, on a riser cluttered with gear with his own drink in hand, one of the other performing artists- Fred Durst of Limp Bizkit fame- glanced over to the stage and spoke up, “You mean that chick?” With a raise of an eyebrow, he gestured towards you with a tilt of the bottle he was holding. “Oh, that’s Y/N. I ran into her earlier- seems pretty cool.” His words went in one of Ville’s ears and out the other, too enraptured with you to really pay attention, “Yeah, cool…”

Now, this isn’t something you’d easily admit, but you were a fan of Ville; I mean, if you were living in Europe in the 2000s, it was kind of hard not to be a fan of HIM. Point is, once you got offstage and was greeted by the obligatory high fives and the ‘nice job up there’s that follow a show put on well, you were pretty excited to meet him. Sitting down next to Ville, you chuckled a little to yourself as Chester Bennington- yes, that Chester Bennington handed you a beer. Being among all these real deal artists made you feel that you really made it. Using one of your rings to pop the cap off your beer, you tried not to sound like a total fangirl when you made small talk with Ville, “So, how’d your set go?” But instead of saying it went well and asking you how things went for you, he didn’t even dignify you with a response. Thinking he didn’t hear you, you decided to introduce yourself, “Hey, I’m Y/N! It's really awesome t’meet you, man.”

There was a cold, unamused look on Ville’s face as he murmured a response, “I’m aware.” However, underneath that particularly unapproachable mask he was putting on, far from anything he let bubble to the surface, there were fireworks going off in his head. God, this woman seems so relaxed, so genuine around him- usually, women become overexcited chihuahuas in his presence. And she smelled really nice too, which he had to wonder about if that was a weird thing to think about someone you only just talked to for the first time. Point is, even though he saw himself as concealing his emotions very well here, everyone who he was being all cordial with right before you showed up could see through that charade.

During the festival, you and the rest of the performers were staying in the same hotel for security reasons, and by that I mean the entire place was rented out for the weekend you were staying at- not just a couple floors, the entire hotel. Sure, the place was small but shit, presidents don’t even get this kind of treatment, so you didn’t complain. Despite the disappointing lack of typical rockstar behavior during your stay (you only saw one TV get thrown through a window the whole time), you were having a spectacular time listening to wild tour stories and sharing ideas with like minded artists. Well, except with Ville. Whenever you were hanging out in a group with him, he’d be all cool and relaxed, discussing poetry or niche literature or whatever intelligent assholes like him care about, but as soon as you tried to chime in with your input, he’d get quiet and act as if you weren't even there. Being written off so fast by a guy you respected felt like a blow to the gut, even if you pretended to shrug it off as behavior typical of a man who has women fainting when he passes by on the street.

Since attending wild ragers wasn't exactly Ville’s scene, he usually spent his evenings holed up at the hotel bar, and it was there that one of his band mates, Linde, decided to address the brooding little prince of darkness in the room, “Why don’t you just tell her you like her?” It was painfully obvious to everyone around Ville- everyone except you, and that’s where the problem lay. Despite the image of the confident, sensitive romantic that he projected to the world, he was never too good at expressing emotions because he never really had to be. But you were different. There was this air that followed you wherever you went- this mystique that had him by the neck. So, instead of running the risk of fucking things up, he kept his distance. “If only it were that simple.” Esoteric as always, Ville lit up a cigarette and thought about how lucky he is that you weren't there to hear what he was confessing.

But the funny thing is that you were. In fact, you were sitting at a table not twenty feet away from where this conversation was happening. You would’ve thought he’d realize you were there given the fact that the bar really wasn’t all that busy that night. Still, completely oblivious, Ville went on about how he was so utterly transfixed by your mere presence and that he felt like an utter fool for being unable to muster up the courage to even talk to you as if he were some clumsy teenager. Raking a hand through his hair with a sigh, his throat was tense with traces of silent worry, “I’m going to make an idiot of myself…” The irony of this whole situation captivated you: here you were, needing to force every interaction like pulling teeth under the assumption he couldn’t stand you, while in reality Ville had been quietly agonizing over you the entire time.

It was a happy, stupidly coincidental confluence of events, like a plot point in a cheesy rom-com. A smile gnawed at the corners of your lips and you decided to take things into your own hands, seeing as he couldn’t. Oh so quietly creeping over to where Ville sat at the bar the way a lynx would stalk a canary, you slipped onto the stool next to him, making your presence known. “How about you buy me a drink?” No matter how cool he tried to play, you could tell he nearly jumped out of his skin at the purr of your voice from the way Ville’s eyes flashed wide for a moment before he turned to you. The amused glint in your gaze, that confident smirk on your lips- you were making his willpower melt away like wet merengue. Ville cleared his throat, keeping his cool as well as he could, “Oh, sure. What’s your poison?”

And sure, you made some small talk with him, but that was more so an excuse for you to watch him squirm in so many subtle ways. Notice the gentle flush creeping up his neck when you mentioned that you were a fan of his, the way he subtly fiddled with the label of his beer as the sound of his suave demeanor cracking sounded like music to your ears. But when the bartender came back with your drink, you quietly palmed the short glass with ice and slipped away, leaving the man with the unshakable resolve at the bar to contemplate what the hell just happened. Surprised at your boldness, Linde summed up what Ville was thinking with one word. “Wow…”

It was only when you left to retire to your room that night that you ran into him again. Mentally occupying yourself with wondering what tomorrow may bring, what with the forced proximity between you both, you didn’t notice Ville’s presence until you saw a thin, ring-clad hand dart out to stop the closing elevator doors. “You know,” nimbly slipping into the cab, he drawled in that beautiful Finnish accent, “usually when someone buys you a drink, it’s customary to stick around a little while.” Looking Ville up and down from, leaning against the opposite wall with arms folded, a smirk crossed your face as you hit the button for your floor. The elevator buzzed to life as you conceded your teasing, “Alright, I get it. How about I buy you a drink?” Taking a few steps forward, you closed the little distance between the two of you, standing nearly chest to chest with him, “Perhaps…a nightcap in my room?” You were so close that you could see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, meeting your gaze with a slight smile, “Ah…Well, it’s not like I could say no to that.”

[spnbangbang]

Werewolf and the Vamp

Author: queerwerewolf

Artist: sidewinder

Primary Ship: Garth Fitzegerald IV/Benny Lafitte

Other Ships: Past Dean Winchester/Benny Lafitte, Past Garth Fitzgerald IV/Bess Fitzgerald, Implied Castiel/Dean Winchester

Length: 10,098

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence

Tags: Canon Compliant Through Season 15 Episode 10, Canon Divergent/Adjacent, Finale Fix It, You're Welcome, Romance, Smut, Handjobs, Oral Sex, Outdoor Sex, Anal Sex, No Prep, Unsafe Sex, Top Garth/Bottom Benny, Werepire Lovin’, Yes the Title is Meant to Remind You of Lady and the Tramp, Love is a Battlefield, Literally

Posting Date: November 22, 2024

Summary The world is coming to an end, Chuck has gone full blown cartoon villain, and is destroying every universe in a temper tantrum of epic proportions. The Winchester brothers may have a solution, which includes a very special ingredient from Purgatory. The blood of a creature that has been sent to Purgatory twice. It just so happens, Dean knows a vampire with those exact qualifications.

When Garth is asked to go to Purgatory to find this vampire and help the Winchesters face off with the biggest bad of them all, he isn’t the type to say no, especially when every universe is on the line. What Garth doesn’t expect is to find so much more than a world saving ingredient. Excerpt “So, what I’m hearin’ is, you’re single?”

To Benny’s pleasant surprise, Garth’s response was damned adorable, his cheeks coloring a rich red as his heart rate spiked. He cleared his throat and simply nodded, again ducking Benny’s gaze. “Yeah, I… I guess I am.”

With a soft huff of laughter, Benny pursed his lips in amusement. “Don’t you worry, I was just askin’. Meant nothin’ by it.”

Another surprise; Garth then appeared a little disappointed from the journey of his facial expressions. A worried lip that released with a small bounce, turning into an almost pout before his features were schooled to a more neutral position. “Ye–yeah… Of course. I knew that.” The intonation was the first time Benny heard a lack of confidence and assuredness this wolf seemed to exude without any damn effort.

Benny kept his gaze trained on Garth for a beat. Time really was strange in Purgatory, what would simply be a handful of seconds, could feel like minutes… hours even. There was a strained tension in the air, and not just because this place was crawling with cretins and leviathan. Finally, Benny said, “If you want me to’ve meant somethin’ by it, I ain’t opposed.”

Garth’s eyebrows popped up to that ugly hat brim and he quickly pulled the thing from his head, bracing it over his lap as those baby blues widened. His fangs grew a little and Benny could hear the rhythm of his elevated heart rate. It reminded him of a sea shanty from a life once lived. “You… what?”

Damn, Benny really did love him a dense beauty. He leaned in close, using his elongated nails to gently rake them along Garth’s pulse point before he drew him closer by the palm of his hand. “Like I said, I ain’t opposed,” Benny murmured as he closed the gap between them. The kiss was chaste, permission seeking, because while body language hinted at Garth being accommodating, he still hadn’t heard a consensual yes.

Just as Benny was about to draw back, Garth gasped against his lips and wrapped his arms about Benny’s neck, giving him opportunity to deepen the kiss, vampire tongue wrestling with werewolf tongue as they began to explore each other. While this wasn’t Benny’s first time kissing a man, or kissing a visitor from another dimension even… It was his first time kissing a werewolf.

Now, perhaps it was his learned prejudices from his clan’s own misconceptions about werewolves, or perhaps the mere fact that they turned into actual wolves… But Benny had expected a little more of a sloppy kiss. Instead he got an ardent urgency that caused a tingle through a bloodstream that hadn’t flowed since he kissed sweet death all those centuries ago. Garth’s soft lips, tasting of a sweet spiciness that rivaled fresh blood, parted like a split open fig.

Benny’s hands found their way into short, scruffy hair, and he tugged the wolf even closer. The world around them faded into the bland grays and blacks of the eternal background of a supposedly purifying plane. Benny found himself a little lost, nary a breadcrumb in sight, but he felt anything but fear. When he drew back with a soft gasp, he was met with such a vision, Garth, expression dazed with dilated pupils and kiss swollen lips. Beautiful.

[blue-jisungs]

HELLO ALEXA 👀👀 i see ur a fellow polish person i. This community so i decided to check out ur blog and omg??? Ur writing is so good 😭

Anyways i was thinking of requesting maby a little Imagnie of surprising beomgyu on their recent tour, like he spots his s/o from the crowd,

I think this is such a cute idea , no rush ofc!

Also could i please be added to ur taglist 🫶🏻 thank u !

reunion

a/n. HELLO!!! thank you sm for such kind words <33 ii tried adding you to the taglist but i couldnt tag you?? ALSO sorry you had to wait for so long for it + tje imagine :( so long that even the tour ended BYE i hope u don’t mind it turned a bit… angsty 🏃‍♀️💨

summary. moas is think that the lyrics of blue spring are the reason why beomgyu teared up during the last concert of their tour but really, it’s not it

warnings. cursing ++ a bit angst / comfort ?

the tour has been emotional for them. beomgyu missed you, he thought he might go insane if he won’t hold you in his arms soon. sure, you called each other but it was difficult; knowing you sacrifice your sleep to talk to him or just to see him (due to the time zones or just the fact that you both were free during evening/late night hours). he needed to hold you; kiss you. beomgyu is a lover, he loves with all of his heart. and it was his first tour without you by his side.

so even though there was a bitter feeling of their last concert right now, he knew you’ll be together again; soon.

coming back backstage from “farewell neverland” to have a wardrobe change, he could slowly feel the exhaustion hit his body. moas were waiting for them (well, they didn’t know they will be back) so he has to be strong.

entering his change room quickly and wiping the sweat of his forehead, he realised his makeup artist is gone. where are they? he only has maximum five minutes before coming back so– right, he has to change.

just when he pulled the t-shirt, there was a knock on his door.

“yes, come in” he called, grabbing his water bottle. watching the door, brows furrowed in worry – because why the hell is the makeup artist taking so damn long? – he froze. “y/n?”

you let out a soft laugh, nodding your head. beomgyu dropped the water bottle (that was luckily closed) and ran up to you, heart skipping a beat. in a blink of an eye his arms wrapped around you tightly, as if he was afraid you’ll disappear into thin air.

“are you real?” he mumbled into your shoulder, the feeling of your hands wrapping around his neck causing shivers to go down his spine.

“i am, gyu. it’s me” you giggled, caressing his hair in a soothing motion. his heart did a flip at the sound of the nickname rolling off your tongue; god, he missed that so much.

choking back a sob he leaned away and cupped your face, squeezing your cheeks. eyes scanning your face carefully, taking in all your facial features as if he was about to forget the second he looked away.

“one minute!”

“fuck” he grunted, letting out an airy laugh. you could see his eyes watering.

“hey… i won’t disappear. go out there, sing beautifully for moas as you always do and then we’ll have all the time in the world” you said, placing your hands on top of his “i will watch you on the… tv thingy”

“i missed you so much” beomgyu whispered, heart swelling in his chest. he leaned in, wanting to kiss you but kai appeared out of nowhere and pulled him by his arm. it all happened so fast he didn’t even realise.

going back on stage to sing “blue spring”, beomgyu was an emotional mess, a bubble mere moments from popping. he thought it’s because the song itself is touching but the truth was, it was a lot. the song, the fact it’s their last concert and also in such a big venue and… you. you were waiting backstage for him, after all those months of seeing just your face through the screen.

he didn’t even feel the tear running down his cheek, only realised when it got hard to sing. his breath got stuck in his throat, hands shaking. if they weren’t sitting, beomgyu wouldn’t be so sure if he could stand still.

others looked at him, only kai aware that you’re here. he sent beomgyu a reassuring smile.

beomgyu promised himself to finish the song, trying to hold in the tears. his glossy eyes shone when his close up appeared on the screen, causing moas to… sadden. seeing beomgyu like this was never fun, for anyone.

at this point, moas could hear his uneven breathing and single tears trailing down his cheeks. beomgyu was holding on by a thread, knowing that he’ll fall apart soon.

once the song was over, he turned around and quickly wiped his tears. fighting for a best smile for moas, he waved and tried to focus on the arena in front of him. taehyun gave him a small pat on the shoulder, nodding.

the moas in front of him were teary eyed, too. clutching his shirt, he sent them a reassuring smile that said everything will be okay. they slowly left the stage.

he quickly got back to his changing room, where you were. opening the door, seeing you again — this time knowing, he won’t have to go away — he broke down. harsh sobs leaving his mouth, shaky hands reaching out to hold you.

“hey, gyu… it’s okay” you mumbled, feeling yourself break too. he was murmuring some incoherent words and when his body met yours, they became a unaudiable mess.

“i love you” was all you could hear as his arms held you even closer to him. your presence, warmth; beomgyu finally felt at peace, as if a heavy burden was taken off his heart.

“i’m here now, not going anywhere. let it out, gyu” you reassured him through your own tears and sobs. hiding his head in your neck, he listened to you.

[ masterlist <3 ]

taglist. @geniejunn ,, @luvhyun3 ,, @starlostseungmin ,, @elviransworld ,, @jnks6r ,, @sieunsgf ,, @ethereallino ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @duolingofanaccount ,, @slytherinshua ,, @stxrseungs,, @ka-ni-ma ,, @iliveforlixie ,, @ameliesaysshoo ,, @dazzlingligth ,, @mark-geolli ,, @l3visbby ,, @w3bqrl ,, @ddeonudepressions ,, @yourfavoritefreakyhan ,, @mirxzii ,, @kazmura ,, @primoppang ,, @nfrgirl

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 7/16/2024

how your backyard hurricane go, the houston area? pretty good it doesn't seem

to be clear other than losing everything in my fridge and developing some mold around the windowframes IM personally fine and so are the girls and so is the lair. we lost power sunday afternoon and got it back friday morning (upside down smiley emoji x16)

listening

THREE CANONICALLY BISEXUAL CLUB BANGERS!!! also, trying out a new thing with spotify and youtube videos for songs bc my readership is about 70/30 and i want to streamline the process of actually listening to new music for ppl. it must be really annoying this week but that's bc there's three songs. sorry. it will rarely be this long

anyway.

ANXIETY by Lilyisthatyou is new to me, off the spotify autogenerated dance playlist. a chiller groove in the spelling-things-out genre of dance music. VERY flashy-lights music vid fyi

Why do I feel so alone? Does it show That I'm dancing to fill the void with pretty girls and pretty boys?

i know about kesha's joyride bc i happen to be an alive queer woman. im SO happy kesha is also alive and making music more regularly. this one is canonically bisexual bc kesha is bisexual. also a really flashy-lights lyric video. the most classically recession-pop/early KESHA sound of all three tuesdaysongs this week. im always fascinated when an accordion shows up.

Rev my engine ’til you make it purr Keep it kinky, but I come first Beep-beep, bitch, I'm outside Get in, loser, for the joyride

thank u new releases spotify playlist. also canonically bisexual bc the singer is, also an early KESHA feel but she is a metal artist first and foremost. very fun to headbang to at a stop light. i don't totally Love how it's an emasculating song but given how dudes in the metal scene generally are? i think she should make it more emasculating actually

Take you down a peg (And peg and peg and peg) If you're a macho man then beg (And beg and beg and beg) Bend you over the bed (The bed the bed the bed) It's time to take you down a peg (And peg and peg and peg)

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reading

fun fact i still haven't seen this movie. i got this from the library the day before the hurricane proper and it gave me a really lovely two hours of not thinking about the active hurricane the day after. enormous format photographs! full-length shots of every look! ithe little personal notes from each designer were so fun to read, and i think this genuinely healed my heart a little. everyone was so excited to go into detail about what choices they made and what inspired them, and even though i would have loved more specific construction details, specific fiber types, and full-length shots of the Back of every look, i recognize i am a freak.

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watching

watched a truly bonkers assortment of films at my bestie's house this week. her husband is big into godzilla and i sat down not really paying attention or planning to pay attention to Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire (2024, dir. Wingard) but found myself actually paying attention. i unfortunately was a character i hate, Person Who Stops The Movie Halfway Through To Demand A Recap. loved these guys, whatever the fuck they were

the most fun thing about this movie is that it is not a silent film but it acts like one. there are long, long stretches of movie without dialogue bc all the political action is happening between a bunch of giant monkeys. this is going to sound like im damning it with faint praise but they really thought carefully about directorial and artistic choices here! there was a vision and they executed it! it's fun to look at and not just because there's a big monkey in most of the shots!

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playing

got a look at characters for the new fire-themed land coming up this fall. ppl are understandably big mad that the land is based on Ring of Fire cultures and everyone is paper-white. i think it is correct to be mad and ask them to do better, and they have tweaked designs before release before, however, i don't think this will bring about a sea change in gacha games.

i am rolling along clearing out map markers and achievement hunting and my GOD are there a lot of time-gated achievements in inazuma (electricity-themed legally-not-japan). so so so many of them i originally got halfway through or did 1/5 and then wandered off bc i didn't realize there was a quest or achievement locked behind doing something for three or five days in a row. i now have a post-it on the corner of my monitor with nine different things i have to keep checking in on this week. please someone give me a REAL JOB!!!!!!

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making

cross stitch progress. this was the only thing i did last week aside from shake like a chihuahua and sleep. very slow going! may have to ship the package off to my brother with an IOU bc it is already stressfully late.

made the bean influencer soup (creamy miso coconut butter beans). i made a batch before the hurricane last week so most of my notes are from then. the grocery did not have canned butter beans so i made the same thing (big lima beans) from dry. i have not made beans from dry since i was very small. these beans were so large, so pale, so aggressive.

changes: i was able to find a little carton of straight coconut cream at the grocery but they were out of miso paste. i did have miso soup mix and plopped that in. i also used frozen spinch bc it’s cheaper and i felt better about it than the somewhat questionable fresh spinch on offer. also used two onions instead of one and a hearty dollop of minced jarred garlic bc who do u think i even fucking am. i would have loved to use fresh dill, bc i did plant some and it was growing very well, but the caterpillars were very intense and ate almost everything on my balcony.

going in the rotation! im making it AGAIN as im typing up this post! pretty cheap, very tasty, i don't regularly keep butter beans or coconut cream in my pantry but that can change!

[faegoddessog]

31: Samhain

Well loves, we made it, Every damn day (except that first one, which I'll rectify when I consolidate) Thanks to @slowsweetlove for providing the Austin based jungle-gym for me to play on. And thanks to all ya'll for hanging out with me , and Austin and sometimes Callum for October.. Hawtober? Hmmm...

Those of you that like to read my mind smut, I'll be taking a digital break for a while. Y'know: touch some grass, do some knitting, bake some bread, paint, declutter, put up some preserves or something cool like that.

Enjoy the end of my own creative challenge for #DDofAB- October 2024

Here is my ongoing masterlist of this project. Keep and eye out for the story in full (or at least less parts) to be posted

My other works are here if you are interested!

Warnings: missing the man, finding the man

You haven’t seen hide nor hair of Austin since those two weeks in New York.  He had pretty much moved out of his hotel and into your apartment for the duration of his stay.  He took you to plays, made you dinners and made sure a day didn’t go by without showing you that you mattered to him. That and he made sure your pussy stayed wet. You’d not had so much sex in your entire life. It was amazing. 

Then he was gone.  

Before he left, you two had agreed that, for now at least, you would keep it a ‘no strings attached’ kinda relationship. You had a whole bunch of work in the coming months and he was filming. He had explained that when he is working, he sometimes can’t really do anything else and usually his phone is taken from him.  He had texted you, off and on for a while, but it had been radio silence for some time. You knew he was filming in Hungary then here stateside somewhere. It was surreal and sometimes you felt like those two weeks were from someone else’s life. The lingering fear that it would be another ten years before you saw him again was kept only at bay by Callum. 

Cal had been far more communicative. He even popped into New York a couple times. Honestly he was far better at maintaining a friendship than Austin. 

“Yeah, it’s not like he doesn't care, he just gets caught up in creating character and the artist aspect of it all. Time kinda doesn't mean anything when he gets like that.  If you can handle that, you’ll be ok,” Cal had told you once at dinner. 

Funnily enough, neither of you were as driven to fuck without Austin there. You joked how he was the sexy lynchpin. 

Did you fuck anyway? Yeah, of course you did. But it was way more of a ‘friends with benefits’ feel than it had been with Austin.

Today though you are in the most unlikely of places. You are in Ohio for your cousin’s wedding. It was also Halloween, or Samhain, as she called it.

“It’s pronounced sow-een,” she kept telling anyone near with ears. She had this love affair with Halloween, excuse me, Samhain, so her wedding was gothy and occult themed. It was the only time she felt she could get away with it. Still there were grumbles from the relatives.  Skulls, ravens and ouija boards outfitted each table, complete with Tarot decks and black candles as wedding favors. 

She had arranged a palm reader and fortune teller  the way other people had DJ’s and photo booths.  The venu was out in a barn on her friends’ farm. You had come out that afternoon to help set it all up. The wedding wasn’t until after dark, of course. 

Her little sister, who was in her mid teens, had brought over a Ouija board and plonked down on the table where you were sitting and tasting the special "black widow" cocktail complete with black glitter and a red spherical ice cube. You thought it was a drink that tempted fate, and hoped it wasn't predictive of your cousins marriage to be.

"Play with me," she had asked, "it's not fun alone."

You agreed, what harm could it have really.

She asked things like:

Are there spirits in the barn? 'no'

Has anyone died in here? 'yes'

Am I crazy? 'no'

Have I met the person I'll marry?

The planchet wandered to ‘no’ for her and practically zipped to ‘yes’ for you. 

“Oooo, who is it! You have to spill, I’m dying to know!” she said wagging her eyebrows. She idolized you, living in the big city and making your own way in the world. You had promised her a trip to New York for a graduation present. She was definitely one of those black sheep of your midwestern family. Destined for something far bigger than marrying a local boy and popping out kids. 

“I don’t know, could be anyone,” you laughed, “I live in a city with eight million people.”  

“Ok, ok! Let’s try this. Ouija Board, where is this man?” she asks. 

O-U-T-S-I-D-E came the answer. 

“That’s unhelpful,” she made a sour face, “unless he’s like a forest ranger or something. Know any forest rangers?” 

“No,” You just laugh it off. Ouija Boards were supposed to be for talking to the dead. You are pretty sure that you aren't going to marry someone dead.

It was then that you heard the tell tale sounds of an old motorcycle in the driveway.

“Oh yeah, they said there was a movie being filmed about motorcycles and that they might be using the front drive to turn around in,” your little cousin says, walking towards the barn door. “Isn't that so neat, a movie, here!! I wonder if it has anyone famous in it. OMG that’d be lit! 

“I dunno, I’ll ask” you hear a deep voice outside. 

You turn just to see the silhouette of a tall man in the bright square of the barn door. 

“Excuse me, is there a restroom I could use here?” the timbre of the voice is unmistakable if layered with a Chicago accent. 

“Austin?” his name drops out of your mouth like a spell.

It’s bewitching, the way he strides into the barn, his heels thunking on the old wooden floor. The lights finally uncover his features, and Austin only has eyes for you.

“Is it you? Is it really you,” he says disbelievingly. 

“Me? It’s fucking you!” you retort, or try to. He is on you in seconds, gathering you in his arms. 

 He smells like cold air, motor oil and cigarettes. He kisses you, tasting faintly like whiskey.  The world falls away and it’s only you two. 

“I’ve been missing you,” he says, placing his forehead on yours.

“Me too, so much,” you breathe back, hardly believing this is real.

You stay there for the span of two breaths, until your little cousin squeals, “Oh my god it was right, he WAS OUTSIDE!” 

The End

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[danandphillussy]

Boygenius, meet Boygenius.

Erm a really really short Spencer blurb that i thought of the other day. I wanna be able to show him new things and force him to listen to my music... sigh. Probably will do a part 2 of his reaction, if only to feed my own delusions. Anyways :3

Word count: 672

Warnings: Just tooth-rotting fluff and my horrible writing!

“So boygenius, you ever heard of Boygenius?” 

It was a paperwork day; quiet, boring (and quite frankly miserable). Even cool FBI profilers had paperwork, and it was just as tedious as finding a needle in a stack of other needles. Hotch was locked away in his office and the rest of the team were all working at their desks. 

But you, you’ve had enough. It’s been hours since you’ve heard anyone's voice other than the one in your head repeatedly screaming at how boring this is. As Reid is the one closest to you, sharing an opposite desk, you decide to annoy him for at least a little fun. He looks up from the stack of papers he was working on-

 ���Huh?” 

“I know your head is buried 6 ft under a rock when it comes to pop culture, but surely the boygenius has heard of Boygenius.” 

You smirked knowing how the gears in his head were probably spinning crazy right now. He never understood a damn thing you were saying, it was endearing really, the way he would look at you and tilt his head in confusion. When you had first met him, you truly didn’t understand the magnitude of his gap in knowledge. He was the smartest person in every room, surely he’ll understand this niche reference… nope. He just stared at you blankly when you tried to make a joke about the latest internet drama and you very quickly learnt that this man only had a phone to text people. Not even a private instagram account to stalk people on. At first, you found it strange and wondered how the hell he kept up with the world. When you found out he still reads the daily newspaper you had to excuse yourself from the room and take a walk before you exploded. So adorable. His confused voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“I’m assuming you may be talking about a musical artist, in which case no… you know that.” 

He sounded embarrassed, as he always did when he failed to understand your references or miss a joke. You never intended to make him feel that way, it was just so easy to tease him when most of it went over his head. 

“Well, we indeed must fix this issue as soon as humanly possible… you free tonight?” 

You have to muster up more courage than you have when talking to Reid, knowing he’s far too awkward or nervous to say anything ever. So you put on an act in hopes that he or the rest of the team can't see right through you. But it seems to be working when he is much too busy trying to hide the blush creeping onto his cheeks and act casual. 

“Uh… yes I am not doing anything of importance tonight. Why exactly?”

“Because you are coming over to my place and I am introducing you to Boygenius aka the best band to ever exist.” 

You trail off before remembering yourself…

“Only if you want… of course.” 

You begin to think he’s trying to find a way to kindly refuse your offer, the way his eyes are darting around the bullpen with his fingers nervously twisting together before he blurts out-

“That would be great! I mean, yeah sounds good. Do you want me to come straight from work or…”

“You can just come home with me, probably easier. You’re gonna love them, don't worry.”

Satisfied with your conversation, you turn back to your computer and try to ignore the racing of your heart. The work is still as boring as it was before but now you have something to look forward to. The shine in Spencer's eyes when he discovers something new and the part of his lips as he immerses himself in whatever music you’re forcing him to listen to. You have to force the smile off of your face before anyone notices and god forbid puts two and two together…

You are hopelessly in love with the BAU’s boygenius.

[rainbowdaisy13]

Hi, I hope you're doing ok. I was browsing down your blog to read some of the asks about what is happening in the Taylor Swift fandom and I had a lot of ideas to share.

I'll start off by saying I'm not American, therefore I'm not gonna actively take part in the 2024 elections and I don't know all the details about US politics outside of what my country media outlets say and write. Also English is not my first language so sorry for any misspelling or mistake.

To focus just on the Taylor Swift current matter: to me this situation is yet ANOTHER proof of her sheer disinterest in speaking up about anything polarizing and potentially dangerous for her net worth. And the worst part is that if she stays bland and money driven like this she'll only show how she considers everything an era. There is no commitment for her.

Lover era feels comically fake now for the stark contrast to nowadays, it was all a stunt. Where's all that activism now, especially as an "ally" for the LGBT+ community? How can we really define her as a feminist when she only speaks up when it affects her (let's not forget her radio silence on reproductive rights)?

And granted we will never know where "Taylor Swift real person" ends and "Taylor Swfit TM" begins, and I personally don't really care, what I mostly care about, and that I noticed recently, is the consequences she - and people like her - have directly or indirectly on media and pop culture: I may be extreme when I say that NO philanthropic billionaire/multi millionaire will ever do enough good for the world EVER, because the very same system that got them to that level of wealth is the faulty system that condemns the majority of the worlds population to exploitation and poverty.

Add this to the fact that most of the ultra rich and rich people don't give a damn about anything if it's not affecting their pockets, while they're also powerful and influential enough to drive politics and culture in their favour (ie. anything concerning taxes, systemic exploitation of low income countries, etc, and don't get me started on the absurdity of finance as a whole), we are in a situation where we actually are influenced by these people that have all the interest of staying out of anything for the sake of their money.

All of this to say that to expect Taylor Swift to be a source of information and potentially an inspiration to decide who to vote is very dangerous and takes away all the agency that every single one of us ideally has in a democratic system (let's not forget that Taylor herself keeps very conveniently reminding that she does not want to be a 'guiding light', that she's 'too soft for all of this' indeed).

I don't want I try not to and am not driven by celebrities in my choices but I do recognize their influence on pop culture as well.

I'm not the first to say that lately there has been a need of belonging to a community, to feel a part of something, and music has always had this power, but has been enhanced with social media and especially after the pandemic imo. For a lot of people, and I'm personally not totally immune to this as well, supporting an artist and interacting with their fanbase became a way to define who they are/want to be and it can be difficult to keep some distance from the idol, because you more likely support someone if they seem to have an affinity with you, your interests, what you stand for, etc. Sometimes it pushes us to believe we have more intimacy with what are complete strangers and sometimes it can bleed into parasocial relationships, which I don't think are healthy and can get quite extreme (respect Chappell Roan please!)

In the end, my personal impartial advice to this would be to discern the art from the artist, and detach the fields that don't concern the artist from said artist, unless they are active in those fields.

This doesn't mean that I don't think celebrities don't have the power to influence and change important events, nor that they shouldn't speak up and get more involved, but I find myself growing more and more disillusioned with celebrities and more and more eager to reclaim my agency as a commoner.

This doesn't even exclude the fact that we shouldn't criticize Taylor for her general inactivity (from the AI crap to the Democratic endorsement) when she has every mean avaible to do differently and actually have an impact.

P.S. I'm still uncertain about the whole matter with BM, and Taylor being surrounded by people with questionable opinions, because we can't blame her for the doings of others BUT she still hangs out with those people. But again it's very likely they don't talk/don't give a damn about politics.

Sorry for the long ass ask.

First of all, whenever you guys say English isn’t your first language it just blows me away—all of you read & write better English that many Americans, so please never feel weird about sending in asks! They are always very articulate and have less spelling mistakes than I make 😆

Secondly, you bring up lots of good points—for me, Taylor getting involved this election isn’t because I hope she will sway votes away from Trump and towards Kamala—I agree it would be dangerous to rely on wealthy entertainers and billionaires as beacons of the common persons best interests. Rather, Taylor speaking up would confirm for me and many other fans that she IS who we all thought she was back in 2018-2021. That the person she claimed to evolve into—a more empathetic socially conscious braver Taylor who knew that her voice does impact so many younger impressionable minds, one who wanted to stand up for what and who she believed in, someone who claimed the LGBTQ causes, the BLM protests, gerrymandering, etc were worth speaking up about, wasn’t just an era to try on until she got tired of it

Damn you have so many excellent points here, but yeah you’re right, at the end of the day Taylor and other billionaires aren’t going to stand against a system that is still actively keeping them at the top

Thanks so much for your input 🙏🏼

[motleymunson27]

Surprise.

Sum: Chris popped the question and proposed to you on stage in front of hundreds of people.

Chris Motionless X Reader.

Content Warning: ALL THE FLUFF THERE IS!!

~~~~~~

The show was just about done, MIW was just finishing their show in Birmingham then would be heading to St Augustine two days later to continue the Trinity Of Terror tour.

It’s been both an amazing time but also kind of rough being on the road since the middle of March. The tour was set to end a bit before Christmas then the guys would be free until their next tour.

Of course, dating the lead singer of one of the four bands, and working as their makeup artist with the production team alongside your sister, Shevy—who was Ice Nine Kills’ makeup artist as well, you got to watch the concert from the side of the stage.

You certainly didn’t put up a fight. Watching your boyfriend from just a foot away from the stage would have sufficed, but watching from the side of the stage with your sister? Even better.

The show was coming to an end, the second last song Chris was set to sing was ‘Masterpiece’, and of course he sang it like a god.

Just before the last song, Chris had something to announce to the crowd.

“As much as I love this last song, I have one thing I need to do before it goes on,” he began, turning around towards the stage entry where you were standing next to Shevy. “I’d like to ask my beautiful girlfriend to come up here really quick.”

Confused, and suddenly very nervous, you slowly trekked onto the stage on very shaky legs. You had no clue what was going on, because this was the first time Chris ever requested you to come on stage with him.

Once you were standing next to him, Chris turned back towards the audience. “For those of you who don’t know, this beautiful thing has somehow managed to put up with me for the last 7 damn years,” he chuckled, causing you to shove him back slightly. “And everyday for the last 7 damn years, Y/n has been nothing but amazing. She’s always thought very carefully deciding when she wants to do things. She’s always been supportive of everyone around her and has definitely been supportive about being on the road for the past very long time that we don’t care to count out. I seriously can’t ask for a better girlfriend or a better makeup artist. She’s smart, she’s kind, and she’s damn beautiful. Seriously, I have no clue how she’s put up with me for so long, but what I’m about to do is really going to trap her with me.”

You only grew more confused as Chris continued his little speech.

“This is something I’ve wanted to do for quite a while so while I have everyone’s attention, I’d like to ask her a very, very important question,” Chris paused, stepping back from you just a little bit…

Before kneeling down onto one knee.

Your hands were immediately cupped over your mouth as your jaw fell slack. The crowd immediately started screaming as Chris knelt down.

From behind you, you could hear everyone in production, the other three bands and Chris’ band mates shouting and whistling.

Chris looked up at you, wide smile on his face as he tried to find the right words to say and not to break out in tears. He needed to wait a minute before he could start crying.

“Y/n, baby, I knew from the second I looked into those gorgeous eyes that I knew I would be asking you this question at some point in our relationship whether we started dating or not, and I wish I would have asked a long time ago but I had a problem trying to find the perfect one and never knew when the time would come. I am thankful that the time has now come and that I have found the perfect piece to seal the deal. I promise to stand by your side when the world isn’t being nice. I promise to love you and to cherish you for as long as we both shall live. I promise to be there for you for the rest of our time on earth, Til Death Do Us Part. I love you, and I am more than willing to rot in hell with you for the rest of my life. So I have to ask…”

Chris trailed off, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a tiny black coffin-shaped velvet box in his large tattooed hands, and presenting you with a beautiful white gold engagement ring holding a very beautiful black stone in the centre of it.

The band was shaped like tree branches holding the stone, which was also shaped like a coffin. And there was engraving on the inside that said ‘Til Death Do Us Part’.

“Will you marry me?” Chris asked, a silent line of tears streaming from his eyes, his stage makeup that you did for him now ruined from the happy tears, as the crowd continued screaming.

Tears. Automatic tears fell down your face as you immediately nodded your head, bringing every single person in the venue to start cheering and clapping as Chris immediately stood back up and pulled you into him for a kiss after he put the mic back on the stand, wrapping his hands around your waist as you wrapped yours around his neck.

You managed to break away from your now fiancé so he could put your ring on for you. And it fit perfectly.

It looked just as beautiful on as it did off.

“I love you, so much,” Chris whispered into your ear, his hands holding around your waist as he pulled you back into him, littering kisses all over your neck and face.

“I love you too,” you cried, hiding your face into Chris’ bright red jacket, trying to control the tears but eventually giving up. “I’m more than willing to rot in hell with you too, Til Death do us part,” you smiled, referencing the song that Chris wrote about you 6 years ago.

“Til Death do us part,” Chris smiled as he pressed another kiss on your lips before he grabbed his mic and turned to the crowd who was still screaming.

“This last song before all you beautiful people leave, I dedicate to my future wife,” Chris said to the crowd, turning back to you with one final kiss before letting you go back to where you were standing before.

God, that felt nice to be referred to as now.

Shevy immediately yanked you in for a tight hug as the band gave Chris all the high fives and half-hugs as their way of saying congrats, then started playing the beginning of ‘Eternally Yours’, which only made you shed more tears.

You didn’t see much of the beginning of the song as you were being pulled in for hugs from all around you.

You looked at your sister. “Did you know he was going to do this?” You asked, half of your face wet with tears as she nodded.

“I went shopping with him to help find the right size since we’re the same,” she laughed, tears dripping from her eyes at the sight of her sister so happy.

You were very happy. Who wouldn’t be happy if Chris Motionless asked you to marry him?

Multiple ‘Congratulations’ were being said as you turned back towards the floor, your future husband staring at you with the happiest smile as he sang, blowing you kisses as the iconic love song continued.

As soon as this tour was over, the wedding planning would begin. And you could not be happier.

[cosmictulips]

A Water & Air Sign PAC

~ If you have strong air and water placements. whether you are a cancer sun, or gemini sun, or a mix of the two, doesn't matter. this is for you ~

What's interesting about all this is that I really want to put this just for the air signs but water signs kept popping in my head so. hello to those people too.

Air and or Water placements! hello! water or air or both combinations in your top six. or if you have strong Mercury or Moon energies, this reading is for you. Doesn't matter if it's sidereal, whole signs, blah blah blah. if you have strong air or water energies! this is for you!

Literally for example ::

You could just have these as your Venus. Or your Mars. You could be a pisces rising. or have a gemini venus. or if you're cool you could be a water rising with air venus. like me. or you could be a triple water. or you could be gemini mars pisces moon. IDC. just have strong water or air your chart!

Pile 1

King of Cups, The Lovers, 05 of Pentacles, Knight of Cups, The High Priestess, Ace of Swords

Wow. hello romantics. My darling air and water signs, it seems like you are creating the life you so dream of. this is a very strong love reading and career reading. the universe is literally like "We got you boo".

I'm seeing that in the beginning...or I guess your current energy is in this state of lack. this could be literal finances, or just how you feel in terms of your job, your money, your relationships, how you feel about yourself.

Like literally if you feel like you're in a good state right now, this might not be for you because the story I am reading is one full of hope because you feel like you aren't getting anywhere. there is a strong strong strong, overlying feeling of "i'm about to give up" and you are being...begged, not to.

While your finances might be feeling a bit subpar, I see them taking a huge turn towards the better. for a lot of you, this is going to be because you're taking a chance on what you very specifically want. there is no more a time to just dive head first into something, then right now.

If you have a sudden urge to apply for that job then go do it. if you have the urge to promote something, do it. if you have the fucking audacity to think of this melody in your head, an artistic idea, a path you want to achieve ... BABY JUST GO DO IT.

You ARE NOT GOING TO FAIL. there' no way in HELL the universe is going to send you these ideas and pound on your door if you ain't meant to fly with it.

this period of lack is meant to show you something and that is to show you what you NEED. What you YEARN for. there is no sense in success if it ain't something you are passionate about.

Now, the love side to this is quite similiar. because you are chosing to put yourself first for once, to adjust that lack you have and address it :: baby you got new love coming in. someone who will raise you, meet you half way and romance the fuck outta you.

You're in a stage of learning right now but the universe wants you to know a couple of things if you need to take something out of this.

will you start trusting your goddamn intuition already? build it if you must. ask me how to start it if you don't have a solid foundation for it yet

You will get some sort of news. either this love confession, this idea that will send you on your journey or bring you back to something. trust it.

YOU ARE LEARNING. be EASY on yourself. this lack could literally be a mental blockage. maybe you're too heavy on yourself. relax bby girl. you are in good hands. trust the people who enter right now. trust yourself and what your ideas are. you are meant to prosper.

Pile 2

05 of wands, 03 of pentacles, The Devil, 09 of Wands, 04 of Wands, The Hanged Man

Why does it feel like this is my pile who has been fighting for what they want. what they need.

The Devil and the Hanged Man are an interesting pair. You're being asked to literally...suspend what you're doing and think. think damn well and hard if this is the argument you want to go down. think damn well and hard about who the fuck is in your life. Why are they constantly fighting you? do they actually have anything worthwhile to tell you or are they just bringing you down?

Now for some of you... you're just being damn cruel to yourself. You're being too excessively hard on yourself or others. If you need ot repeat yourself more than three times, fuck the person and that situation. People are so desperate to hang onto relationships that y'all forget that you need to cater to yourself first. You can't get nothing good if you are surrounded by people who are only trying to fight you.

For others of you, I'm seeing that you're taking a new appraoch to how you do something. You're like, you right Commander, this isn't the fight worth having, but how do I train myself? recognize your triggers. recognize what you need to work on and work on it.

and YOU HAVE BEEN WORKING DAMN HARD. the Devil is something we're so deeply invested in, it almost becomes too toxic for us. it is the chains we carry, the wounds we carry but damn we'll die for them.

and the Hanged Man is saying, hey you don't constantly need to hang on to that. that 03 of pentacles is here for you. let people help you. you cherish the dream that you have, and those triggers I just mentioned might be the reason why you cannot see the help that wants to come in.

so slow down. I get it, you carry that 09 of wands like a blanket. you're tired, exhausted and not rested at all. you've been fighitng a long battle. but Saturn gives to those who learn. you will be rewarded greatly. this time around, those who come in to help you are those you need help from. you are meant to lead pile 2.

your battles are ending, and you are going to be victorious. Just make sure, if those battles are internal, that you give yourself a break. okay?

Within the next month or so... you'll start to see your rewards. just give yourself a dang break and try to see something for what it is.

Pile 3

06 of Swords, 02 of Swords, 07 of Swords, 03 of Wands, Death, The Emperor, Knight of Swords, Page of Wands

Something came swinging at you like a bat. suddenly, without warning, and you aren't too happy about it. but I tell you what, once you decide or decided to let that shit go and flow with it, you step into your power.

Pile 3, I don't know if you had a hard time picking between these piles cause I see a mix of both one and two in here but lemme lay it to you this way ::

You are the creator of your own world. You've been struggling, juggling and carrying the "what if this happens" and the "this or that" options. and the thing is, you're now walking away from it all.

For some of you, I'm literally seeing an "ah-ha" moment. like you realized that you deserve more than what you're getting. that you don't need to lower yourself. that your boundaries, your priorities don't have an expiration date and you don't need to choose between this, that, or the other thing.

for others, this came as a rude awakening. losing something you thought you had, a person you thought you could trust... something got slapped ontop of you and you're like "girl what is thsi shit?"

but everything is a blessing in disugise in hindsight. through this, you're now allowed to explore. and that 07 of swords goes from deception, to a surprise that is actually kind of good. there's no longer a need to tip toe through everything. there's no longer a reason to lie. You're excited again! willing to dive into things! passionate!

and that's how it should be.

stay curious. go down every path. stick to what you know and go forth into this new journey. or... it's more like you're returning to this journey. welcome back. I'm glad you're finding your spark again.

[rotating-hyperfixations]

I really feel like young fans of artists are setting a dangerous precedence with labeling every song that sounds similar to one another as a ripoff/plagiarism.

Guts by Olivia Rodrigo dropped today and naturally I gave it a listen because I generally enjoy her music and will support any artist trying to bring rock back into pop a little bit. After listening I hopped on Twitter and one of the first things I see are people comparing All American Bitch to Start All Over by Miley Cyrus. Now I am an enjoyed of Start All Over, I was in Miley Cyrus’s target demographic when that song came out in 2007/2008 as a ten year old girl, hell I still listen to that song today when I’m feeling nostalgic. It’s a great song, however it does not bear significant resemblance to All American Bitch like people make it out to be. The verses and the bridge of both songs are different and while I can understand the chorus having a similar sound, I don’t think it warrants the overreaction people are having on Twitter and TikTok.

Now I’m not saying there will never be merit to people calling out songs sounding similar to the point where maybe it’s plagiarism. However, I feel like a lot of people (specifically young people, like under the age of 24) are calling any songs that sound similar as being “the exact” same, when a lot of times they belong to the same genre and have a similar sound as a result. I think it’s damning that this only seems to happen to young female artists (and probably woc at a higher rate) and part of it is that their fan bases are young like I’ve mentioned and haven’t lived enough to understand that this just part of music (I’d recommend the youths listen to the four chords song to see how similar a lot of songs are). But I think it’s mostly misogyny and this need to put females against each other and prop up one or a few while squashing others that are perceived as a “threat”.

Sorry that got ranty towards the end, I just think it’s a shame Olivia Rodrigo (and some other artists, I’m sure but I admit I mostly listen FOB and 80s and 90s rock, I’m not up to date on a lot of artists) are constantly reduced to false claims of plagiarism simply because they have songs that may sound similar to existing ones because they have a similar chord progression or something dumb like that. When they are writing original music (in an era in which that is so hard to come by) that is genuinely good and should be celebrated as it’s own work and not constantly compared to others.

[peachjagiya]

You think bh wants to push jmn into US by hook or crook? Like don't get me wrong but Tae had excellent sale on first day but bh fucked up. His streams may be less because you've seen how armys make playlist for him and he doesn't have different versions. So all in all I think he is doing among GPs.

Jmn on the other hand I don't get how did he get so less albums sold on 1st day? Bighit went all out with his promotions. I saw army's playlist, it was perfect for streaming. Now they are getting 3 albums 80x. I think bght is targeting another gb Spotify 1. Where were they at the time of friends?

I used to think BH gave best promotion to Jungkook but this time's promotion raises the bar.

I am clueless. I can talk to you endlessly about why things are more likely to get radio play than others - JK and Jimin, yes. Tae and Joonie, less likely, just due to nature of songs - but I have no idea what BH do and don't do with promotions.

I think it's Jimin's goal to be successful overseas. Ditto Jungkook. I don't think Tae has exactly the same ambition. He focused all his self-organised promo on Asian markets. They were HIS decisions. As far as I can tell, promotions are pretty in line with their goals?

I also think perspective on success and promotion is very skewed by Twitter crowing. Louder and more dogged doesn't always translate to real life numbers. FOR EXAMPLE, and I'm only picking Jimin* as he's the most recent example, there was talk about Jimin hitting UK number one.

This is the official UK top 5. He's also not anywhere in the top 100 because the official UK charts (equivalent to Billboard hot 100) doesn't announce until Friday. The official UK charts factors in streaming on all streaming platforms, digital downloads and physical sales:

What Jimin actually did was entered the GLOBAL Big Top 40 as the highest entry at number one:

It's undeniably a great achievement but it's not a UK number one exactly. Global is like a KIIS-FM situation. A franchise of radio stations and they do have a pretty huge list of stations, 40+ across the UK though only half of them play contemporary pop music. Their chart factors in radio play on only THEIR stations, itunes sales and Apple Music streams.

So you see now how it's a little easier for a big push on streaming on itunes, like in pursuit of an all kill for example, can affect one chart in the way it doesn't affect another?

I suspect Sabrina will stay at number one on official charts but I am expecting a top 3 for Jimin if not an eventual number one. Edit: Meant to say we won't know until Friday if Global's chart got this right.

I guess it depends what you determine success to be and what Jimin and Jungkook might be aiming for versus Tae and Namjoon. Namjoon is hitting a number of highly respected lists as one of the best albums of 2024, getting a lot of praise for his artistry. PERSONALLY? I find that as impressive as numbers.

Do you think Namjoon made RPWP thinking it was going to be a radio success? He knows he put together some weird sounds and a fuckton of curses that made his songs nearly unplayable for radio. HE KNOWS THAT... and that's the album he wanted to make. Ditto Tae. There's no way he thought his jazzy chill album was going to be radio gold. But it's the album he wanted to make and he's proud of it.

Army are so obsessed with numbers as if they say a damn thing about the ethos and intention of the artists themselves.

My point is not that Golden and Muse aren't worth anything. On the contrary, there are times when all I want to listen to is Golden. It's kind of my happy place a lot of the time. I'm enjoying Muse too. My point is that it's not worth stressing over numbers and how promoted someone is.

Though there is one addendum to this and that is that a lot of weird stuff happened to Tae's album that felt like sabotage. I don't have enough knowledge to confirm but it sure felt like he got a raw deal out of it.

I don't think I answered your question really but I dumped my brain out, I guess.

Further edit: I know Army love him but I'm pissed about any promo that means I have to witness Jimmy Fallon with my eyes so I'm mad at Jimin right now. :D

*despise that I'm not allowed to be honest about anything to do with Jimin unless PJMs come at me but whatever.

[alwayscryingoverdannyb]

for the tea questions! 1, 4, 11, 15 and 21 - i'm nosy :)

1 How did you come to choose your current profession or lifestyle? profession was an accident. I was a receptionist, then I did backoffice and then I got offered a junior consultant position and seeing as I was overall pretty much fucked I didn't give a damn and said "why not." and then I had a good boss and it made it feel worthwhile to try to get better at it. somewhere along the way the job started to be fun and gave me sense of accomplishment and here I am, a senior consultant :)) as for lifestyle - bruh a ton of therapy. I stopped trying to "fix" things about me I didn't like and leaned into adjusting my life to suit who I actually am. (I'm a 20-80 sunshine-grump mix with extremely low social batteries and fierce need for personal space and time.)

4 Do you have any habits or quirks that others find unique or strange? I actually asked my best friend bc I needed someone else's perspective :D bc how would I know it's strange to other people when it's normal to me? And she said the following: - when I'm really happy about something, I do a small but whole-body wiggle of joy, apparently - I have very specific requirements for temperature regulation (I'm too hot quite often and feel warmer than everybody else 100% of the time. I also takes way longer to feel cold than most people) - I have thick, heavy hair and I put it up in a bun in a very specific way and apparently to other people it's so fast it looks like a ninja trick

11 Do you have any coping mechanisms for dealing with anxiety or fear? yes, I've developed some over the years. when I can't do anything about the situation, I try to distract myself and shift my focus to something else (book/podcast... ideally nothing to do with our reality), I also isolate myself (I rarely want consoling or a pep talk) and go to sleep. and then my brain resets overnight and it's always better in the morning. lots of it has to do simply with life experience - I often say to myself "shut up nerd you always think this and it's literally never that bad." so again. therapy helped.

15 What kind of music do you listen to, if any? there's a reasonably wide range of genres I listen to but I tend to hyper focus on a small selection of artists/songs for long periods of time. like, abt every 2-3 years I have an "eminem month" and then I don't listen to him for a couple years, you know what I mean? but if I go the other way around, I'd say I //don't// listen to anything harder than linkin park, no house, edm, dnb, ska.. and I don't really know the contemporary pop either - no ed sheeran, no taylor, no sabrina carpenter for me. no shade, it just doesn't speak to me. and yes, sometimes it makes me feel like I live under a rock. but that rock is called oasis and I like it.

21 Is there someone who has significantly influenced your life? I'm gonna leave my mom out of this bc that's an obvious answer (and would be like 15k words) but first people to come to mind are two of the bosses that I've had at this job. Possibly first positive/healthy male authority figures I've ever had - them showing trust in me and my professional competence has truly been life changing and confidence building. Also being told "I like you so much as a friend!" by someome who (in my dumb head) only tolerated me, has been a paradigm shift. I think about that moment every time my brain is telling me people must, obviously, hate me.

thank you for asking! I had a lot of fun thinking about these ^_^