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Vem aí Festival: MEO Kalorama 2023
Depois de uma muito bem sucedida primeira edição há um ano, o Meo Kalorama regressa esta quinta-feira com um cartaz de peso. Nomes como Blur, Arcade Fire ou Aphex Twin ajudarão a fazer a festa durante três dias no Parque da Bela Vista.
Depois de uma muito bem sucedida primeira edição há um ano, o Meo Kalorama regressa esta quinta-feira com um cartaz de peso. Nomes como Blur, Arcade Fire ou Aphex Twin ajudarão a fazer a festa durante três dias no Parque da Bela Vista. Se antes o último grande festival do verão era o Vodafone Paredes de Coura, o Meo Kalorama vem confirmar este ano, com a sua segunda edição, uma mudança no…
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Bigger than the whole sky 🌌
Dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader
Pt.2🌠 | Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist
Summary: You meet Joel and well of course you fall for each other. It’s a bit bumpy since he’s your Dads best friend. But things seem to work out until they don’t anymore. One event changes everything.
Rating: 18+ mature content mdni!!!!
Word count: 5.1k
Warnings: no use of y/n, pov switches that might be confusing, female reader, reader has hair, reader wears makeup, reader can get pale, weight loss, implied childhood abuse, trauma, angst, heavy angst(?), implied smut, alludes to pregnancy, funerals, coffins, reader has no name only a bunch of nicknames, size difference, dbf!Joel Miller, mentions of throwing up, loss of a loved one, grief, depression (?), food and eating issues are mentioned, talks of having a baby, Blood, dark thoughts, intrusive thoughts, age gap, readers age is not exactly mentioned but Joel is 44, talks of getting married….
If I missed anything please let me know 🙏🏻
Authors note: this is for @almostfoxglove ‘s Angst Writing Challenge. Shoutout to her she created the moodboard, it’s sooooo beautiful. 🫶🏻
Shoutout to @thecutestgrotto and @cafekitsune for the dividers 💙
Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that. This is also only my second time posting writing for a specific character. I’m totally here for constructive criticism or feedback on how to improve. In general I appreciate comments, likes and reblogs greatly. This not beta read btw only by my eyes and they hurt after starring at the screen for so long 🌌🫶🏻
And lastly I’ll leave some songs i listened to while writing <3
loml by Taylor Swift
Black Friday by Tom Odell
This is what the drugs are for by Gracie Abrams
I guess by Mitski
Present by Lloyd Vaan
Je te laisserai des mots by Patrick Watson
Home by Daughter
Allowed to be Happy by Gustavo Santaolalla
Song on the Beach by Arcade Fire, Owen Pallet
aisatsana [102] by Aphex Twin
Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens
Francis Forever by Mitski
A House In Nebraska by Ethel Cain
Medicine by Daughter
Youth by Daughter
I can barely say his name by Patrick Jonsson
listen before I go by Billie Eilish
You remember exactly how you met Joel Miller, it was so simple. He was the one to give your Dad a job at the construction company he led together with his younger brother Tommy. In the beginning you only heard how great of a boss he supposedly was through your Dads stories.
Joel and him seemed to have grown into real good friends in the span of mere weeks. You always had wondered what the man from his stories was like in person, up close.
When you had to drive to the construction site to bring your Dad his lunch he had forgotten due to being a bit busy that morning. It seemed like your wishes to meet Joel would become reality. You didn’t think the big boss would spend his precious time with the actual building process but as you'd figure out in the future, Joel is a hands on kinda guy.
You must’ve looked super out of place and quite lost when he approached you. His Texas drawl still echoed through your head hours later. „Well Hello Darlin, lookin for someone?“ and if that alone didn’t completely blew you away, then certainly his stunning looks. When you turned towards the voice a tall, broad and awfully handsome man looked back at you.
After an awkward beat of silence he stretched his hand out towards you “Apologies sweetheart, should’a start with the name, huh?” Tilting his head slightly “Name’s Joel, Joel Miller.” At that you let your hand slip onto his outstretched one. His hand was so huge, warm and calloused. Shaking his hand kinda calmed you down Joel Miller was absolutely lovely. “Nice to finally meet the famous Joel Miller that my Dad keeps yapping about nonstop.” You giggled while cheekily winking at him.
That must’ve been a key moment for everything that was to follow. You’d see Joel again and again. Whether due to your Dad inviting the single, 44 year old Man over or due to you having to deliver your Dad’s forgotten food.
The tension was slowly building higher and higher between you two until one day in Joel’s office you could no longer hold back.
Joel stood in his office with you by his side, in front of a pinboard containing all sorts of information about his newest project. He was animatedly explaining processes you’d never understand in a million years. You actually kind of tuned him out and just enjoyed being unbelievably close to him.
Then his face kinda looked confused. Oh no he must’ve asked you a question. Shaking your head you say “Mhhh sorry, what did you just ask?” Joel tilts his head towards you the way he always does and then states “Ya didn’t listen to a single word I just said, right Sweetcheeks?”
He always comes up with the most ridiculous nicknames that cause a vicious pull in your lower stomach. You lost count of how many conversations with him ended in drenched panties.
“I….i -of course I was listening to you, why wouldn’t I?” You stammered a bit offensively, surely he’d see right through you.
“Hm kay, so what was I talkin bout, gorgeous?” He’s teasing at this point.
“Ok I wasn’t listening but that is a lot I don’t get anyway so can you really blame me, Miller?” You fired back.
“So, whatcha thinkin bout inside of that pretty little head of yours, instead of listening to me?” You just scoff at him “Let’s not pretend you don’t know exactly what I was thinking about Joel.” Pointing one accusing finger at his broad chest. At that motion Joel enveloped your wrist in one of his massive hands, pulling you closer that way. Until you were right in front of him, only a tiny space left between your faces. “Why don’t ya tell me whatcha thinkin about Baby?”
He must know, just by seeing how your eyes keep slipping down to glance at his pillowy lips, what is going through your head. You’ve been dancing around this topic, the tension, the pull towards each other, how forbidden it is for all of this to happen. Joel is your Dads Best friend and he’s twice as old as you are but you know that if you don’t kiss him right now you’ll go insane. It’s all you think about, kissing him and then some more.
For the first time in years you actually consider letting someone get so close again. Joel would never hurt you like the ones before him did, no, he’s mature and wouldn’t play any of those stupid games. You know how kind, considerate, protective and caring he is for the ones he loves. Sure it won’t be easy to explain any of this to your Dad but you can’t think about that right now, no, you have to kiss Joel, it’s the last thought before leaning up to push your lips against his.
One chaste kiss that erupted into a full blown make out session that only got interrupted by some frantic knocks at Joel’s Office door.
From that day on those meetings became a routine, in his office, his truck, his house or sometimes he’d take you out of town for a super secret Date. The thrill of hiding with the possibility of getting caught soon turned into shame for lying to your Dad so much. You wanted to tell him even though it scared you more than anything how he might react.
Surprisingly though he didn’t completely freak out, of course he was shocked and confused how this combination came to be. More than anything he took the lying personally and made clear that as long as you are happy, so is he. If Joel was the one then so be it, besides your Dad has a lot of respect for Joel and knows you're in good hands.
After 3 months of being an official couple Joel asked if you’d be happy to move in with him. You had to think about it for a long time, feeling quite guilty about leaving your Dad behind but he reassured you that he would be fine on his own. He told you that a grown woman like you shouldn’t have to live with her boring old man anymore than you already did.
So you moved into Joel’s house. And what followed were months filled with wonderful memories. Many barbecues were held, your Dad and Joel always standing at the grill together, each nursing on their beer bottles.
Whenever you wanted to try a new recipe your Dad was invited over so you could make sure he still ate enough, the night always ending with you sending him home with a bunch of Tupperware's filled to the brim with deliciously homemade meals.
When you wanted to paint the walls in the living room a new shade your Dad came over to help.
Making sure his baby girl is happy and content was your Dads number one priority.
Then one day you went over to his house to catch up a little bit, just you two having some Dad and Daughter one on one quality time.
He was so excited when you told him that Joel and you want to have a baby.
He told you what a great mother you’d make because of how wonderful you always have been with kids and how much you always wanted to have kids of your own.
To others it might’ve been weird to share such an information with their Dad but you have such a close bond that it’s not weird at all.
You were so happy on the drive home cuz you know what great grandpa he’d make.
It must've been exactly one week later when you woke up with an indescribable feeling in your chest. As if the world spun a little slower, or the air felt more compromising…whatever it was you couldn’t stop feeling like something had happened.
Your intuition only perked up more when your Dad didn’t show up for the usual Sunday’s breakfast you recently started doing.
After 8 calls that nobody picked up you told Joel you would drive over there and as if he knew that you would need him for whatever was awaiting you there, he came with you.
The closer you got to the house the worse you felt. Hands sweaty, heartbeat racing and your stomach felt like turning over at the sight of the house. Usually he would be up by now playing his obnoxiously loud music that you’d hear on the street through the open kitchen window. Instead it was eerily quiet.
When Joel had parked the car he told you to wait for him but you couldn't. You just ran up the steps, unlocked the door with your spare key and bolted through the house as if on instinct you skipped up the steps to his bedroom. You flung the door open and there he was. Just laying on his designated side with his glasses still on and one hand on his chest across his heart. He looked like he was just sleeping but deep down you knew he was not. You can’t remember a lot, only that you immediately bolted towards the bathroom to empty your stomach out, Joel came up too and tried comforting you through the heaving. Then he tried to get you away from the scene. Joel took care of everything while you just locked up inside of yourself. No tears, no screams, no words, not a singular reaction just nothing. Joel had never seen you look so…empty.
Later on the authorities would say it’s just natural cause, he simply passed in his sleep, nothing dramatic. Not the kind of closure you would have wanted. It didn’t matter how “normal” it was, your world stopped spinning entirely. Everyone seemed to go one but you just stopped.
Suddenly without any foreshadowing everything was completely flipped on its head. You loved him so much, he was your best friend. He told you all the time how much he loved you even with all your struggles. You’d never have to prove your worth to him; he'd love you no matter what. In his eyes you were a gift, opposite to your mother that looked at you as a burden. You never felt loved by her. She took away your precious childhood and forced you to grow up quickly. So you could take care of her. Even when you told her how close to the edge you were she always made everything about herself. Out of your parents the one person that actually wanted you, died and with him so did your willingness to continue with the fight against all your inner demons.
You lost yourself after that. For weeks you just slept, barely moving, only getting up to use the toilet and perhaps eat something small and drink a bit. Joel had to shower you, otherwise you wouldn’t have done it yourself. Who you were before losing your Dad was gone, as if you died with him.
Joel tried everything in his power to make you feel better. One time he wanted to paint with you since you loved to do that, but the moment your eyes caught sight of the little paint pots you ran for the toilet to empty out your stomach. Later on he realized his mistake, you used to paint with your Dad a lot all the way back in your childhood so of course that would not make you feel better. Then he tried playing music for you either your favorite songs from your playlist or on his guitar. Nothing, you just continued to be completely catatonic.
Then the funereal came, a day Joel dreaded he was not sure you’d be able to handle it. In the morning he made your hair and applied a bit of makeup, he watched you do your little routine often enough to know what he was doing. Afterwards he dressed you in a simple black dress and equally black flats. Walking only worked since Joel kept you upright.
Sitting in the front row bench at the chapel you looked like a ghost. Pale and sunken in. You were asked to do a speech about your Dad but that would’ve been impossible. So Joel went up to do it instead. You just stared straight ahead at the coffin, not sparing a glance towards Joel.
And once everything was over, the people, mostly his colleagues, paid him their respects. When everyone was gone you stayed and just laid your head on the coffin silently sobbing, which was the most emotion Joel had seen in weeks from you. Only he was to witness this vulnerability.
Staring at the completed grave was just as daunting. His name is written in cold stone. All that’s left is this hole in the earth and a stone on top with his name.
You walked away without sparring another glance toward the grave.
Then it seemed like you were getting better. You spoke more, ate more and slept less. You even searched out body contact with Joel, though it was just some cuddling and gentle kissing. But he took it as a step in the right direction.
You almost fully returned to your old self but Joel could have not predicted how wrong he would be.
He should’ve listened to his gut that told him something was off when you didn’t kiss him goodbye before he left for work that morning.
You know how hard it will be but there’s no other choice. You have to get away, you have to leave so he can find someone better, someone who deserves a man like Joel Miller, someone less troubled, someone normal.
Those fears you have now, always were inside of you but with your Dad passing they just all came to the surface. Grief killed you, it took everything, it’s as if you're in a room with a beautiful glowing bulb and some dark entity just rips it away. You're left in the dark and not even Joel’s light can make it better.
You lost something nothing can replace.
All your life you feared what would happen if you’d lose someone like this without any way of getting closure, he died without any warning just poof and gone he was.
Your final goodbye was never said.
Now you can’t remember how he used to be, you only remember him laying in his bed without moving a damn muscle,dead. You were the one to find him and even though it was not some unsettling scene it’s not leaving your head. You try hard to remember how he spoke that sarcastic tone he usually used.
You can’t remember his face anymore, not even looking at pictures brings him back and at the same time he’s all you think about as if he’s haunting you. You hate him for leaving you so early. Why him? What kind of curse was laid upon you that everything always seems to fall apart when you think it’s finally working out.
It’s as if some higher up can sense that you are happy and content with your life and they don’t want to give you that sorta life.
The moment your brain processed what had happened you fell into the darkness like a big hole that sucked you in without any way out. Anyone around you could be another loss so what do you do? You leave, you disappear so no one gets hurt by whatever is wrong with you.
Looking at yourself hurts because it’s him you see and it’s him you hear in your head he’s everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Sometimes you feel like you’re hallucinating because you swear to see him round the corner, you can almost hear him call out but when you try to look there’s nothing.
Sometimes but much rarer than you’d like to admit you’ve visited the grave, sometimes you speak to no one. Sometimes you scream in agony till you almost lose consciousness from the lack of oxygen. Sometimes you just stare.
It’s a sick twist of events considering how often he walked on cemeteries with you as a child. You didn’t understand the meaning behind them back then, you only loved to admire the beautiful flower ornaments laying on top of the graves. Your dad always told you how soothing these walks seemed for you.
One time he took you and you had so much fun admiring the flowers giggling and smiling. Your dad wanted to tell you off since it’s a place where people grieved especially with a woman sitting nearby crying. He went to apologize to her on your behalf but the woman told him not to. She thought it was an uplifting sight to see little you having so much joy about the flowers, that’s a story he always kept telling you again and again.
All your life those walks soothed your frayed mind. The quiet somber energy is something no other place could compare with. Now it’s the last place you’d wanna be in. The moment you step foot on the property, the panic starts to creep up on you. The closer you get to him the worse it gets.
Sometimes the voices in your head scream to just start digging into the earth to get him out of that godforsaken coffin. Look at him, do something to bring him back. If the devil would show up to take you instead of your dad you’d do it. He was a troubled man but he tried so hard. He did not deserve any of this, he should’ve been here for all the good times yet to come.
You imagined him walking you down the aisle, having that stupid first look with him where he’d surely try so hard not to cry but looking at his baby in a wedding dress would’ve been way too much for him to stay strong. You imagined having your first dance with him.
You imagined how excited he would’ve been to hear that he was going to be a grandpa. In your head you can see him with a little baby that looks just like you. But none of this will ever happen; he's dead.
Sometimes it’s hard to even look at Joel. He's connected to him as well; he was his boss and one of his closest friends. It’s not fair you know but in your head you see Joel and your dad laughing on the porch about some old men shit like always making their awful dad jokes. Or drinking a beer together or looking to fix something around the house.
The house, Joel’s house and a place your dad spent a lot of time in. Walking through the hallways is not pleasant anymore, the couch is avoided as best as you can. He used to sit here all the time watching soccer games with Joel. The chair at the dining table he always sat on had to be removed simply seeing it made you sick and eating was already a hefty struggle since he passed.
He left a mark anywhere and all of it was getting too much. The pressure in your head becomes more and more unbearable.
Even though you tried to push all those negative festering thoughts away the voices could not be shut up no matter what you tried.
The worst was when they started to go for Joel, suddenly all you could think of was how he’d die. Joel is only 10 years your dad’s junior. So if he died then why not Joel too.
So many horrible scenarios played out inside your mind. Car accident, some freak accident on a construction site, getting attacked by multiple people, torturing him slowly, beating him to death, his head all split open, blood everywhere, or what if he gets shot by some crazy Texan who loves guns. There really was not a scenario left to imagine.
Nightmares in the most cruel ways destroying you slowly from the inside out. And that just proved how one thing can make an avalanche of events happen. He was your purpose for most of your life, you only continued to play this game called life because you could not leave him. And now he left you.
One time he told you how if it weren’t for you he’d be dead or in jail since there would be no reason to give a damn about his life. He was just like you, living for others instead of for himself. No one understood you like him. Somewhere deep inside you know he wouldn’t want you to blame yourself so much but that singular fact does nothing compared to all the ever suffocating darkness.
You’d give anything to have him back, feel his warm embrace one more time, hear him say how much he loves you, have him tell you one of his stories, have him tell you it’s going to be alright, take one more look and inhale his signature scent. You have one of his shirts doused in his favorite perfume, it’s what you used to do in all those years you lived far away from him during childhood. Now it does not help like it did back then. What remains of him? Nothing, all of his stuff shoved into a storage unit looked up, buried just like him.
You know Joel tried hard to be supportive and not push you too hard. Sometimes you wished he would’ve just screamed at you, slapped some sense into you and told you to stop being such a disgraceful mess. That’s what they would’ve done.
But Joel is not like that, he helped you so much. Putting himself so far behind. So much so that you feel sorry he has to deal with an ill girlfriend, that’s what you are, a mental wreck.
He deserves better treatment than the lackluster one you have given him in the last months. He deserves to be free of your weight dragging him down towards the abyss. Even though he told you in the beginning that he loves you with all the baggage and all the challenges, you cannot let him continue to waste his time.
Besides you’re convinced he’d leave you anyway like everyone before one way or another you end up alone. You have no control of the situation but if you leave then you have the control it still hurts but it’s the only option in your head.
The decision was made weeks ago, it felt wrong to lie to Joel to keep him thinking everything is fine only to then rip it all away but perhaps it’ll make him hate you so it’s easier. If he hates you then he will be able to move on with his life. Burn all you build together down.
And then you knew today would be the day. You couldn’t bear to kiss him in the morning; it would only make everything harder. Some time after he left you got up. One last time using the shower you both occasionally used together having foam party’s, giggling, washing each other and then kissing, touching till it leads to you with your cheek squished against the tile and Joel behind you ferociously hitting that special spot inside of you, till you both reach your high. Now you’re alone staring at that specific spot in the tiles, too much so you turn away.
One last time looking at yourself in the mirror above the sink, the mirror Joel and you both looked into while brushing your teeth. You dry your hair, put on fresh clothes, nothing too dramatic, just some simple black leggings and a black cotton shirt.
Then you start packing the most important stuff into two big suitcases. Basically only clothes, some hygiene products and a few trinkets that you don’t want to leave behind. The rest can be either sold by Joel or thrown away. You don’t care, the less holding you back the better.
Once the suitcases are packed you haul them down the stairs towards the front door. And then you just wait. For hours you sit at the dining table just staring ahead at the wall opposite where so many photos of Joel and you hang so many memories and you’ll destroy it.
You should feel bad but these days you barely feel anything, numb is what you think you feel most of the time. Maybe that’s what your ex meant when he said that you don’t own a heart, that you’re a cold blooded mean person. Someone who plays with people until they stop serving their purpose, that's what he said.
It’s almost 8pm, Joel should be home soon. You have practically studied the words you’ll say. An Uber already ordered to arrive 15 minutes after he should get home. Not much to talk about the less the easier so you can just walk away.
Then you hear it, Joel’s truck driving up the driveway and coming to a halt. How he gets out and slams the door shut behind him. His keys jiggling while he searches for the right one. Unlocking the door and closing it behind him. You don’t turn towards him although you know he must be looking at you in astonishment. He can not miss the suitcases and something about the lack of his words tells you he knows exactly what this means.
Joel cannot believe what he walked into, he knew something was off but just thought that he was starting to imagine things but here you are sitting like an empty shell of yourself and the packed suitcases can only mean one thing, he tries his hardest not to freak out that won’t make anything better.
He starts walking towards you, slowly, once he reaches the threshold of the living room he speaks up
“Moon, Darling what’s goin on?” He immediately continues “What’s with those suitcases, huh?” He can’t even hide the nervous quiver in his voice.
You turn to finally look at him with empty eyes, get up and walk up to him and then “I have to leave.” And with that you move to walk past him but Joel stops you by reaching for you arm, you immediately pull your arm away hissing “Don’t fuckin touch me Joel.”
He’s stunned by this harsh rejection, his expression full of hurt. Yet he persists by getting close, grabbing your face with both hands, his warm calloused hands that you love- loved so much. He urges “Talk to me baby, what is going on, why would ya need to leave?” Even with everything he tried to be gentle, his voice panicked yet almost just a whisper.
He can see in your eyes some sadness creeping in when you mutter “Joel..-“ you take one deep inhale “-…this House no longer feels like home.” He can tell even with how hard you try to appear collected that it pains you to say those words. “Wh…what do ya mean? If- if the house is the problem we can just move.” You cut in “No Joel, no i..I don’t love you anymore. Ok? I can’t stay here any longer.”
It’s a punch right into his gut there’s no way you are serious. “Baby all ya stuff is here you can’t just leave.” He tries to find something to buy him time. “I don’t care Joel just…just throw it away or sell it or I don’t know fuckin burn it. I won’t need it anyway.” He’s so shocked that you use that to continue your path towards the front door and the waiting suitcases.
On top of one suitcase lies a tote bag containing your phone, a jacket and your wallet sits. You swing it over your shoulder, you can hear that Joel has started crying, his huffed breaths are all you can hear.
That’s when a car starts honking outside, the Uber is here, you go to open the front door twisting the knob you can hear him walking up behind you with heavy steps. You open the door anyway with him at your back and you move the suitcases out onto the porch. Joel’s trying his hardest to contain his sobbing to a minimum but it’s hard he loves you so much, he thinks about the ring in his wardrobe hidden behind stuff you’d never go for and he thinks about the talks you two had of having a baby. If only he knew
His heart is breaking watching you walk away from all of it. You turn to him, one last time, he looks shattered, you've never seen Joel like this, you give him a nod as if to give him the ok to touch you one more time if only to give some kind of closure. He moves closer without hesitation and takes your face in his hands once more and leans his forehead against yours. His frantic breathing collides with your face and then “Wh…why Baby just why?” He sobs A simple question and you decide to give him at least something you reach up to put your hands over his to get him to open his eyes.
“Joel I’m not myself anymore, i-…i feel so all over the place and I’m so scared.” Tears start clouding your sight. “I need to be away from everything. I need to be alone far away to just maybe find some peace. I need to be gone.” And the tears start falling “No matter where I look I can’t stop seeing him and it’s crushing me.” Now you're full on crying. He’s processing what you’re saying and somewhere in his mind he understands that, still he can’t believe this is it.
“Ok-….if ya need to go at least promise you’ll give some sorta sign ya alright?” He looks desperate “Please Baby….please just a text something anything.” You only nod and then pull out of his grasp, take the suitcases and shakinly make your way to the Uber. Joel can only watch and hope you’ll stick to your words, hope that you’ll find some kind of way back to yourself.
The Uber driver gets out as you approach and opens the trunk helping to put the suitcases in there. Then you walk to the right door on the back, open it and hesitate for a moment. Joel holds his breath but you continue to slip into the backseat. Closing the door and off the car goes. Joel doesn’t know for how much longer he stood on the porch long after the car was gone. What was there is no more.
Npt: @almostfoxglove @joelmillerisapunk @aurorawritestoescape @milla-frenchy @joelslegalwhre @thundermartini @studioghibelli @sizzlingcloudmentality @vivian-pascal @strang3lov3 @xdaddysprincessxx @mountainsandmayhem @mrsmando @joelsgreys @janaispunk @the-mandawhor1an @rivnedell (honestly I’m tagging pretty randomly, sorry) 💙
Please don’t repost, copy, translate, or feed into any AI, thank you 🙏🏻
#Joel Miller#joel miller one shot#dbf!joel#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller x female reader#pedro pascal characters#pedro pascal#angst#almostfoxgloveangstchallenge#Mina’s writing#my writing
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im Maki, a 21 year old hobbyist artist from serbia currently majoring in compsci ! I have a bunch of interests, main ones being art (visual and writing), philosophy, sociology, media analysis, biology and video games as a storytelling medium
✦ main fandoms: warrior cats, elder scrolls, fallout, furry
✦ i engage with various other things too but these are the biggest!
✦ when it comes to art i enjoy portraying atmosphere and emotion, subjects are varied as im interested in too many things to settle on only few! I do wanna make more oc content, though and finally branch out into humans
✦ i enjoy a plethora of movies/books/shows/games etc. but it felt bloated to include them all here
✦ art is under #art tag !
my characters: https://toyhou.se/ljesak (art with them is tagged with their name, ex. laurie)
✦ other socials and commission info: https://ljesak.carrd.co/
I open commissions sporadically, my messages are open for inquiries
more about art/stuff i like!
video games: fallout nv, what remains of edith finch, disco elyisum, the talos principle, witcher 3, skyrim, firewatch, SOMA, beginner's guide, baldur's gate 3, outlast franchise, cyberpunk 2077, citizen sleeper, fran bow, undertale, outer wilds, the unfinished swan,, there's def more but those are the favs i rmbr so far. i want to get into dragon age and mass effect
webcomics im currently reading and enjoying: What Lurks Beneath, Lackadaisy, Oren's Forge, Golden Shrike, I Hope So, Tofauti Sawa
shows: bojack horseman, atypical (except the 4th season that one was awful), midnight gospel, dungeon meshi, atla, dragon hunters, arcane... i did watch many shows but i remember these personally resonated. i need to watch more shows in general but they are quite a big time investment
films: most of miyazaki's work, favs being princess mononoke and spiried away, WALL-E, coraline, ratatouille, I'm thinking of ending things, the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind... and more. i tend to prefer animation over live action as it's more expressive (obv not always the case)
again i did watch more movies id consider good but not personally meaningful enough to mention
books: i mostly read philosophical texts and fiction!! my fav authors are probably meša selimović and chomsky but i really need to expand my horizons with books, I'm least experimental with them, so its classics mostly unless i get a good recommendation
music: mostly indie folk/rock but i do listen to most genres, fav artists rn are Lord Huron, Daughter, Wickerbird, Slowdive, Warpaint, Arcade Fire, Wilsen, Aphex Twin and more!! i rlly love ambient music too so a lot of the games i mentioned previously have gorgeous soundtracks
will probably edit this periodically as i remember more things !!
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fav song at the moment? 🌪️
i have a few rn!
black screen by LCD soundsystem, born slippy (nuxx) by underworld, we exist by arcade fire, idioteque by radiohead & #19 by aphex twin have all been on repeat recently
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My Best Abums of the 2010s list:
68 Daft Punk - Random Access Memories [2013]
67 Let's Eat Grandma - I'm All Ears [2018]
66 Rihanna - ANTI [2016]
65 Taylor Swift - 1989 [2014]
64 Oddisee - The Odd Tape [2016]
63 School of Seven Bells - SVIIB [2016]
62 The Naked and Famous - Passive Me, Aggressive You [2010]
61 Pink Floyd - The Endless River [2014]
60 Moonsorrow - Jumalten Aika [2016]
59 Chvrches - The Bones Of What You Believe [2013]
58 Great Grandpa - Four of Arrows [2019]
57 Arcade Fire - The Suburbs [2010]
56 Machine Head - Unto the Locust [2011]
55 Esperanza Spalding - Emily's D+Evolution [2016]
54 Charly Bliss - Young Enough [2019]
53 Blank Banshee - Blank Banshee 0 [2012]
52 How to Destroy Angels - Welcome Oblivion [2013]
51 Mogwai - Hardcore Will Never Die, But You Will [2011]
50 Chelsea Wolfe - Hiss Spun [2017]
49 Godspeed You! Black Emperor - 'Allelujah! Don't Bend! Ascend! [2012]
48 Mitski - Be The Cowboy [2018]
47 Lorde - Pure Heroine [2013]
46 Let's Eat Grandma - I, Gemini [2016]
45 Kali Uchis - Isolation [2018]
44 Fun - Some Nights [2012]
43 Aphex Twin - Syro [2014]
42 Sound Of Ceres - Nostalgia For Infinity [2016]
41 Mogwai - Rave Tapes [2014]
40 Various Artists - Black Panther The Album [2018]
39 Speedy Ortiz - Major Arcana [2013]
38 Supergiant Games - Bastion Original Soundtrack [2011]
37 Janelle Monáe - Dirty Computer [2018]
36 Gorillaz - Humanz [2017]
35 Girl Talk - All Day [2010]
34 Regina Spektor - Remember Us To Life [2016]
33 King Princess - Cheap Queen [2019]
32 Danger Mouse & Daniele Luppi - Rome [2011]
31 David Bowie - Blackstar [2016]
30 Tame Impala - Currents [2015]
29 Royksopp - The Inevitable End [2014]
28 Billie Eilish - When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go? [2019]
27 Poppy - Am I A Girl [2018]
26 Sleigh Bells - Jessica Rabbit [2016]
25 These New Puritans - Inside the Rose [2019]
24 Kid Cudi – Man on the Moon II: The Legend of Mr. Rager [2010]
23 Orquesta de las Nubes - The Order of Change [2018]
22 Janelle Monáe - The ArchAndroid [2010]
21 Childish Gambino - Awaken, My Love [2016]
20 Lorde - Melodrama [2017]
19 Amorphis - Queen of Time [2018]
18 Colleen Green - I Want to Grow Up [2015]
17 Babymetal - Metal Galaxy [2019]
16 Ratatat - Magnifique [2015]
15 Explosions in the Sky - Take Care, Take Care, Take Care [2011]
14 Melanie Martinez - Cry Baby [2015]
13 Michael Kiwanuka - KIWANUKA [2019]
12 Corinne B Rae - The Heart Speaks in Whispers [2016]
11 Gorillaz - Plastic Beach [2010]
10 M83 - Junk [2016]
9 Denzel Curry - Imperial [2016]
8 Kero Kero Bonito - Time 'n' Place [2018]
7 Grimes - Art Angels [2015]
6 Original Broadway Cast Recording - Hamilton [2015]
5 Tycho - Awake [2014]
4 Kendrick Lamar – To Pimp a Butterfly [2015]
3 Massive Attack - Heligoland [2010]
2 Boards of Canada - Tomorrow's Harvest [2013]
1 Purity Ring - Shrines [2012]
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Hi Oz! Can i participate in the ask game? I was thinking about an arcade date with Tomura 👉👈 before valentine's ends ✨ thanks!
Hiiii geri!! An arcade date!!! I love thaaat I know tomura is trying so hard to impress u with his gaming skills he’s dragging u all around the arcade and making u play his favorite games with him and on the single player games he definitely enters the name with yours and his initials together so now all the games have ur names in the top spot hehehe the moodboard had a very bright neon vibe to it and the music kind of followed a similar pattern so I hope u like itttt<333
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forever-charli xcx
kyrstle-machine girl
180db_[130]-aphex twin
cyberia lyr1-sewerslvt
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Soon, I will no longer be a teenage girl.
and before I forget what it's like to be 17, I would like to document it.
So here is a list of the artists that shaped these years:
• My Chemical Romance
• The young veins
• Marina and the diamonds
• Car seat headrest
• Françoise Hardy
• Radiohead
• Lana del rey
• Twenty one pilots
• Green day
• Mal Blum
• Mother mother
• Mitski
• Weyes blood
• Andrew bird
• Cocteau Twins
• Lucy Dacus
• Gerard Way
• Requin Chagrin
• David Bowie
• Matt Maltese
• Djo
• Fleet Foxes
• Alex Turner
• Fiona Apple
• Foo fighters
• The Cure
• Depeche mode
• The 1975
• Panic! at the disco
• Joe Dassin
• Fox academy
• Anneli van Rooyen
• boygenius
• Alex G
• Japanese Breakfast
• Father John Misty
• Dandelion Hands
•Abba
• Spoegwolf
• Van Pletzen
• Z berg
• The parlotones
• Deftones
• Rainbow kitten surprise
• Cigarettes after sex
• Pheobe bridgers
• Paramore
• Queen
• Aurora
• MGMT
• Declan McKenna
• Mazzy Star
• Big Thief
• Grimes
• Ella Fitzgerald
• Hello Mary
• Tv girl
• Ethel cain
• Vansire
• Pixies
• Princess Chelsea
• Nirvana
• Colter Wall
• Alain Souchon
• Dr Alban
��� Rammstein
• Limp bizkit
• Aphex Twin
• Beach House
• Elliot smith
• Tears for fears
• ABBA
• Vashti Bunyan
• Flower Face
• Pink Floyd
• The smiths
• Morrissey
• Alvvays
• Zach Bryan
• Salvia palth
• suki waterhouse
• Koxie
• Mindless Self indulgence
• Keaton Henson
• Anvil cat
• Sticky fingers
• Terry Jacks
• Kate Bush
• Bob Marley
• UB40
• The smashing pumpkins
• Cat stevens
• Crywank
• Fleet foxes
• BB Brunes
• The cranberries
• M83
• GROUPLOVE
• Modern baseball
• Steve lacy
• Florence + the machine
• Travis Bretzer
• Etienne Daho
• Pigeon Pit
• Yellowman
• Peach pit
• St. Lucia
• Damien Rice
• Arcade fire
• Modern Talking
• Three days grace
• black box recorder
• weezer
• The strokes
• Crawlers
• Oasis
• They might be giants
• bôa
• flipturn
• bittereinder
• autoheart
• of montreal
• Vanessa paradis
• Brand new
• Keaton henson
• Tamino
Herewith, a playlist
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Cant bring aphex twin fans nowhere man, at the arcade and they're dancing to the pacman demo asking me what album this is from
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The Derp Crew Situation (April 2021)
Hi everyone! If you don't know me already, I'm Raakx, I work closely with some of the derps and here's an update on what's going on.
As most of you might know, or if you haven't already, there have been a lot of questions regarding what's going on between GaLm and the rest of the Crew.
I'm here to give you what information I was allowed to share, and here are some clips from Chilled and Aphex talking about what's going on.
Chilled's Clip (x) // Aphex's Clip (x)
I couldn't fit the whole thing, but here's what you need to know!
They are not on speaking terms right now. There are private things going on that the entire Derp Crew wish that you would respect to keep private and not pry or interfere in the situation. They ask that you don't bring anything up or discuss it in their chats and don't @ them about it.
To put things straight, no one unfollowed anybody. Aphex and Chilled were blocked, and the rest were muted. That's all I can say.
Again, please respect their decisions, thank you!
#derp crew#the derp crew#chilledchaos#aphexarcade#galmhd#zeroyalviking#tomfawkes#tehsmarty#chilled chaos#aphex arcade#ze#galm#tom fawkes#teh smarty#johnpage#john page#tdc
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Hey! If you’re a fan of the Derp Crew, a friend of mine is starting a server! If you’re interested, feel free to dm me!
I’d appreciate if you dm on Twitter, my handle is @/MythicalUmbreon, but if you dm me here, that’s okay too!
#derp crew#the derp crew#chilled chaos#zeroyalviking#galmhd#aphex arcade#aphexarcade#tom fawkes#tehsmarty#teh smarty#johnpage#tomkitsune
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I saw Chilled was playing monopoly again and said to myself "oh no these guys have no idea what they agreed to- wait, Aphex?! What's your excuse for playing monopoly with this man?!"
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Home.
TW // suicidal/suicide
“It’s like, I don’t know... I don’t know how to propose a company escape to Alaska? Argentina? Agrabah? Oh, darn it, that’s not a place, that’s from a fucking Disney movie--”
Steven’s not entirely sure why he’s ranting about his write-up to Anthony. Most of the time he’d get more productive answers out of talking to, say, a brick wall, or pile of rocks. But Anthony is there, and listening, and existing, and he supposes that will just have to do.
So something must be in the air today, or perhaps it’s a full moon, because he answers him.
“It depends,” he starts, crossing the length of Steven’s small home office silently, “what all do they want? Mountains? Even then, there’s a difference between the ones that are so tall they turn blue and the clouds surround the peaks and the ones that have succumbed to the stones and just make you feel small. Snow is an important one. Pervasive snow is miserable to navigate but if they’ll be indoors it’s a good way to forget who you are when you look out the window. But a little snow, just the dusty kind, feels more like a fairy tale. That’s maybe not a great mood for a business retreat. The beach is nice for a taste of freedom, but then you have to choose between the cerulean seafoam against miles of white sand that will burn all your fragile skin to a crisp as opposed to the choking power of the dark waters you find up north smashing against black rocks like glass shards. I like those better. I tried jumping from the cliffs once, but all I got was wet.”
He’s smiling, vaguely, when Steven glances up at him. His eyes are burning with the desire to cry, because he truly, madly, deeply hates thinking about how much he has wanted to die and detesting how casually he can just bring it up, and with a vengeful sniffle Steven rubs at his own face and takes a steadying breath before replying to him.
“Here’s a better question,” Steven grumbled. “What’s the best place you’ve ever visited? Somewhere that didn’t make you suicidal.”
Anthony’s mouth twitches. There’s something quiet and sulky in his eyes, almost resentful as he turns away to look out the window where there is only the atrament of night.
“Here.”
#the derp crew#the derp crew fanfic#zeroyalchaos#vampire!chilled#human!ze#tdc vampire au#tdc drabble#drabble#tom fawkes#galmhd#zeroyalviking#chilled chaos#tehsmarty#aphex arcade#aphexarcade
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Police: You're under arrest for trying to carry six people on a single motorcycle.
Chilled: Wait, what do you mean SIX?
Police: Yes, six.
Chilled: OH MY GOD
Police: Sir?
Chilled: APHEX FUCKING FELL OFF
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Have one (1) Aphex boi
do not repost artwork
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Aphex is shaped like a friend, you can't change my mind
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