#do i tag charli xcx??

[positive-total-drama-takez]

dakota is so "brat" studio album by charli xcx

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[tangyyrine]

green

[spidersface]

you wanna know what i've got going on down there...

[what-if-doctor-who-was-yuri-yaoi]

[bedforddanes75]

apple is the best song from brat fight me

[kimmkitsuragi]

this is truly so stupid why are charli and rina fighting (presumably) because of a trashy man... and more importantly why is charli burning bridges because of him

[leafbatraccoon]

tagged by @emietc ⭐🌟⭐ yeeyy

🎶✨ when you get this, you have to write down 5 songs you actually listen to and post them. then send this (ask or tag) to 10 cool people.✨🎶

surf - mac miller

no big deal (i love you) - dodie

how dare you want more - bleachers

little tooth - joel porter

true blue - boygenius

oversharing in the tags for anyone who's curious

i wanna tag @simelune @riss-sims @akitasimblr @neighborhoodstories @donuttrait @minty-plumbob @edenella @idyllicephemera @elysiantrait @jadecatsims since i haven't seen u post yet and im curious about mutuals BUT I DIDNT GO CHECK EITHER EH so i might've missed it 🤍🤍🤍 anyway do it if u wanna, do it ur very cool either way, stay breezy schneezy

[7lesbian]

ty @faeriemin for the tag!!!!!! <3

rules: look at the bingo card of the person who tagged you, highlight the artists you have in common and then create your own!

tagging: @b1sexual @cherryhalo @jjks01 @ukitakelover @nam2seoker @heartfairy and anyone who sees this and wants to do it!!!!

[astudyingreer]

every time I sing 360 by Charlie xcx my brain goes “lookin like an icon, Dutch angles~~” and I wish it would stop

[spencerreidenjoyer]

guess | spencer reid x reader

wc: 2.3k, rating: explicit/18+

tags/warnings: slight exhibitionism/voyeurism, alcohol consumption (reader is not drunk during sex), lingerie, munch!spencer, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, unprotected sex

a/n: heavily inspired by guess by charli xcx ft. billie eilish, specifically billie's verse. yes the song dropped yesterday. yes i listened to the song once and decided to write a fic about it. i'm insane about s7/8 reid rn so :) (also posted on ao3!)

You swear you don’t mean to show off, but the miniskirt you’re in doesn’t help your case in the slightest.

Spencer had told you to join him at the bar for drinks with his coworkers, the bar just a couple blocks down from the club you were at with your friends. Your boyfriend had been away for most of this week and you really wanted to see him, so you don’t think twice about popping by to see Spencer. Besides, you hadn’t seen Penelope, JJ and Emily in a while either, and those girls treat you too kindly.

You realise how skimpily dressed you are when you walk into the bar, though, when you approach the very properly-dressed group of FBI agents at a booth in the corner. Your top is cropped and low-cut, revealing your cleavage, and you were wearing a little black miniskirt, the hem of which barely skirted the tops of your thighs.

Spencer has never commented on your fashion choices, often being the very satisfied recipient of your sometimes revealing outfits. But as you greet the BAU, his eyes are dark and hungry as they roam your figure. You smile at him with a whispered “Hi, baby,” before you kiss him chastely. The look on Spencer’s face is unreadable, other than the fact that you know he appreciates the view.

His gaze darts up at Derek from across the booth when he whistles at you.

“Looking good, mama.” Derek waggles his eyebrows at you, earning him a smack to the chest from Penelope and a hearty chuckle from Emily.

You lean over to hug JJ, Penelope and Emily in that order on the other side of the table, and you feel Spencer’s hand quickly snake across your waist, pulling you back to sit down. You glance over at him briefly, but he only keeps his gaze straight ahead.

“You are one lucky guy, Reid,” Emily laughs, and you feel Spencer’s arm curl around you tighter, pulling you in closer.

The rest of the night is pretty fun, cracking jokes and talking with Spencer’s team, but with the alcohol in your system from earlier, it only takes a few more drinks for you to get drunk. You’re extra giggly, half-sitting in Spencer’s lap, his hand not leaving your side. You feel the rumble in his chest when he speaks, saying, “I think we’re going to head home first. This one here seems a little drunk already.”

“I’m not drunk,” you lilt, rolling your eyes. You lay your head on Spencer’s shoulder, blinking hard before you meet Penelope’s gaze. You hear Emily defending you about how you aren’t drunk, but Penelope smiles at you and says, “I think boy genius is right.”

You frown deeply, almost comically so. “Penny! You’re supposed to back me up here!”

Penelope laughs, always so kind to you. “Come on, honey. Let Reid take you home.”

You huff, crossing your arms like a petulant child. You don’t notice the way Spencer’s gaze darts down to your chest shamelessly. Derek whistles, and you assume Spencer must glare at him because Derek is raising his hands in surrender, telling Spencer he doesn’t mean anything. What were they even talking about? You don’t know, but Spencer is murmuring in your ear about getting a taxi home, and after you say goodbye to all of his friends, you’re letting him guide you out of the bar and into the cool night.

You shiver, the very little fabric you have on not doing you any favours when the temperature drops. Spencer is quick to shrug off his jacket and help you put it on. His jacket is long enough on you, considering Spencer’s height, to cover your skirt.

“I swear alcohol’s supposed to warm you up,” you grumble, holding your arms close to your chest as you try to stay warm. “I’m fucking freezing.”

“You feel warmer for a bit because the alcohol is a vasodilator – it causes the blood vessels under your skin to dilate, increasing blood flow, which makes you feel warmer. If you drink more, the higher levels of alcohol actually work to shrink your blood vessels instead and make you feel cold. Do you have a headache?”

You shake your head, but take the chance to snuggle up to Spencer now. “You feel nice and warm.”

“Good,” Spencer says, holding you close. In no time, he flags down a taxi, and you two pile in and drive towards his apartment.

Spencer’s hand is drawing circles into the side of your thigh, mindless, but the touch is incredibly distracting. You ask him softly, “You’ve been touching me all night, Spence. Something on your mind?”

“You,” he whispers back. “Can’t stop thinking about your underwear.”

You squeak at his brazenness, smacking his chest. “You– Spencer!”

“I got a good look when you were practically bent over the table just now,” Spencer continues, his voice a low rumble in his throat. “Didn’t even give me a chance to guess.”

You gape at him like a fish, but Spencer smiles and murmurs in your ear, “You know how much I love when you wear that lacy black pair.”

You bite down on your lip, trying not to moan like a whore in the back of this taxi. You just look at him, silently wishing he’d do something. Spencer presses a kiss to your jaw, and you feel your cheeks heat.

Thankfully, the driver is quick to announce that you’re at your destination, and you and Spencer stumble out of the cab quicker than you’d like to admit. Spencer doesn’t even wait for his change before he slams the car door shut.

Spencer crowds you against the back of the elevator, an old, rickety thing with no camera, so you feel less bad when Spencer slips his hand under your skirt and past your panties, his finger sliding between your wet folds. “Spencer!”

“You’re so wet for me already,” Spencer groans, kissing down your neck desperately. His fingers are so tantalising, rubbing up against your clit, your hole. “You’re so sexy.”

“Spencer,” you whine. “Hurry up and fuck me.”

The elevator doors creak open on Spencer’s floor. “Let’s go, then.”

Spencer barely locks the door behind you before he’s kissing you, eager and sloppy and desperate. It’s so hot, his large hands on your waist pulling you closer to him, and you feel the growing problem in the front of his pants.

“Spencer,” you moan. You feel his hands push up your skirt, feel him wedge his leg between your thighs. You must be soaked through your underwear by now, and you shamelessly rut your hips forward to grind against his leg.

“You know I love your fashion sense, my love, but this is slutty even for you.” Spencer’s voice is dark when he says it, and you whimper. “You’re dressed like you want somebody else’s attention.”

Your eyes widen and you look up at him. “No!”

“Derek was eyeing you like a piece of meat earlier. Emily, too.” Spencer frowns.

“I only want you, baby,” you insist, holding onto Spencer’s arms. “Only want you to notice me.”

“I am the only one who knows the colour of your underwear,” Spencer hums, his fingers skirting the waistband of your panties. “And fuck, you look good in them.”

“Please, Spence,” you whine, your plea lilting off into a gasp as Spencer lifts you, getting you to wrap his legs around him. You’d seen how he looked when he was younger, so scrawny he looked like he’d get swept away if the wind blew too hard, but now, he’s got more meat on his bones. His body is a pleasure to look at, let alone feel under your hands, which you’re happy to do now.

You touch the firm lines of his body through his shirt, as Spencer carries you to his bedroom. You mumble, hands frisky, “You’re so hot.”

“Says you,” Spencer smiles. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”

You grin as he lays you on his bed, gasping when he slides his palm over your wet cunt through your underwear. His thumb flicks over your clit through the lace, the material dulling the electrifying sensation. you whine, “Spencer, please.”

Spencer tsks, looking down at you. “Let me take my time with you, darling. You’ve been teasing me all evening.”

He presses his thumb against your clit a little harder, making you moan loudly. While he tends to tower over you in bed, you also deeply appreciate the view of him getting on his knees so he can make a home between your thighs. His hair is wild, unruly, and you run your hand through it, admiring it. Keeping your gaze, Spencer leans down to kiss your pussy.

You feel his warm breath on you, the scratch of his stubble on your skin, pinned down simply by his gaze as his tongue darts out to lick you over your underwear. You whimper, as Spencer wraps his arms around each of your thighs, using you as an anchor as he presses his face between your legs.

You sob, because what Spencer’s giving you just isn’t enough, not when you need to feel his tongue on your cunt. He thumbs at your hole through the fabric, dipping into your wetness in a cruel approximation of the pleasure he usually gives you.

“Fuck me,” you groan. “Take my panties off already.”

“Not yet,” Spencer hums. Instead, he pushes your panties to the side, lets his fingers slide over your cunt. You gasp at the sensation, his rough, calloused fingers sliding over your wetness, and then you feel the warmth of his tongue.

The sounds his mouth makes as he eats you out are filthy, obscene. His tongue flicks over your cunt with a practised precision, familiar with what makes you tick, the wet, slick sounds too overwhelming. Your toes are curling with how good Spencer makes you feel – legs trembling, breathing heavy. You can’t stop the whimpers that leave your lips, almost helpless in the way you moan for him.

“Please,” your voice is shaky as you cry out for Spencer. “I need you so bad, baby."

Spencer hums against your cunt, the vibrations sending shocks up your spine in your pleasure. “Okay, my darling.”

Finally, finally, he’s sitting up and pulling your panties down, your little skirt still pushed up to expose your cunt. You look up at him, silently wondering why he hasn’t taken it off. He plays with the soft fabric in his hands almost absentmindedly and says, “I think we should keep it on.”

You blink up at him, not coherent enough to say anything about it. Instead, you watch him take his shirt off – you whistle at the sight, while he just rolls his eyes. He unbuckles his belt and push his pants down, his cock bobbing up, hard and red and leaky. You bite your lip, thinking about how he’ll feel inside of you.

“Kiss me,” you whine, and Spencer smiles at you. He tastes of you when his lips press against yours, and he’s quick to deepen it, his tongue in your mouth, like he's close to devouring you whole.

While he kisses you hungrily, you feel his hand between your legs, moving to line himself up with your entrance. You moan as the blunt head of his cock presses up against your hole, the sensation you’ve been craving all evening. Cruelly, he rubs up against you just like that, sliding between your folds but not giving you the satisfaction you need. You’re close to biting his head off.

“Spencer–” you start, but Spencer decides to press his cock into you right at that moment, and you sob with the way his thick length splits you open. Every time he fucks you, you feel like he was made for you, filling you up in all the right ways, feeling so perfect on top of you, inside of you.

You meet his lips and kiss him lazily as he starts to thrust into you, at the perfect pace, just deep enough to hit all the right spots. It’s too good, Spencer knowing you and your pleasure like the back of his hand.

“Fuck,” Spencer groans against your mouth, finally showing some sign of his unravelling. “You’re so tight, darling.”

You gasp, groaning his name, legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, feeling like you could fuse into one person with how much you’re clinging onto him. You press your forehead to his shoulder, moans punched out of you with every one of Spencer’s thrusts.

“Feels– Feels so good, Spence, love you,” you cry.

“I love you too,” Spencer groans, voice low and rumbly in his chest. “You’re so perfect, my love.”

You sob as your orgasm hits you, crashing into you like a tidal wave. You shake as you come, feeling so positively overwhelmed with the way Spencer fucks you, the way he holds you, the way he kisses you. You can’t feel your legs as you come down from your high, head spinning with all the pleasure. “Spence…”

“I’m– Fuck–” Spencer’s tripping over his own words as he comes right alongside you, your clenched pussy sending him over the edge too. He blows his load deep inside you, sticky and hot and so satisfying. You can feel how hard he’s breathing as your mind clears, his arms trembling as he holds himself up so he doesn’t end up collapsing onto you.

“You’re perfect,” you hum in Spencer’s ear, soft and gentle as you kiss the side of his head. You pull him in close, letting him rest his weight onto you, and your hand goes to stroke his hair softly. “So good. I love you.”

“Thank you. I love you more,” Spencer groans, his voice a little raspy already. “I’m sorry if I was too possessive over you in front of my friends tonight."

“All is forgiven, especially since you were sexy as fuck,” you grin up at him. “You’re always sexy.”

“Says the girl in a miniskirt and black lace panties.” Spencer smiles.

“All the more I know what I’m talking about, then,” you giggle, before kissing him slow.

[eatfishies]

Black Lace and Trouble All Over Your Face 🔞

summary: A black lace underwear vs a lust-driven Sylus.

or

He may or may not have seen a peek of what you wore beneath your dress.

word count: 2.5k tags: NSFW, sylus x reader (afab), no plot just filth, oral sex, cunnilingus, clit play, swearing, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, squirting and ejaculation, overstimulation, choking, blowjobs, slight fluff, panty kink (?), deepthroating, pet names, nipple play, established relationship, creampie, degradation fish notes: please and PLEASE heed the tags oki !! only read if ur comfy but yes anyways i decided to share my smutty sylus fic here too ^__^ forgive me if it's a lil rusty, i haven't wrote in awhile T__T ── ao3 link ★ ˙ ̟ song recs: guess by charli xcx

She honestly didn’t know how it even came to this point. From trying on an innocent dress to now, laying and spreading out before the most fearful man in the whole N109 Zone. And yet, Sylus finds her the prettiest like this — flustered and bewildered. The dress she was trying on hiked up a bit, showing off her bare, smooth legs.

Sylus could no longer ignore the gnawing primal hunger he feels towards her. It was torturous, having to hold back his desires and maintain a facade of nonchalance when all he wanted was to ravage her and make her feel like she’s on top of the world.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she stared at him. Red eyes swirling with multitude of thoughts. “W- what are you doing…?” She asked, slightly confused, yet mildly curious. Of course, she knew what he was thinking about it, she’s not entirely dumb.

Sylus traced her jaw ever so softly. “Don’t play coy with me, kitten. You knew what you were doing wearing this dress.”

Well, it wasn’t really a revealing dress per se, it’s just that… she was in the middle of picking up her phone that had dropped to the floor when he walked in on her. Bent down and revealing a peek of what’s underneath her cute little dress. Sylus briefly caught a glimpse of a black lace underwear, but he couldn’t be too sure. He needed to see it for himself to confirm his suspicions.

If only Sylus hadn’t come home at this exact moment, then maybe she wouldn’t have been in this exact predicament. Not that she’s complaining much but she is more or less a little bit surprised that it took Sylus longer than she anticipated to make a move. For someone so bold with his adoration towards her, he is awfully slow when it comes to voicing out his inner desires. Perhaps this train of thought goes way deeper and… dirtier than it seemed.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just trying on a cute dress I had just bought online. It’s not my fault you saw my underwear. You should’ve knocked before you entered anyways.” She spoke, trying to remain casual and calm but only he knows how fast her composure is slipping the more she is pinned beneath him.

He only smirked, as he wasn’t particularly phased or bothered by it. The tent on his pants says otherwise though. He really is curious to know what lies beneath her dress. For once, he’ll let go of his pride and bite the bullet. After all, he couldn’t resist her, no matter how hard he tried. She’s the only one that can conquer the depths of his heart.

“Well then… care to satiate my curiosity then? Or is my kitten too shy to admit that she wears such a pretty little thing underneath her clothes everyday...”

A blush crept on her face even more. “O- of course not everyday!” She looked away, too embarrassed that she may have worn it because she had also bought it along with the dress. It seemed like her wishful thinking came true after all. Now that Sylus has her trapped and nowhere to go, she could only let herself go.

“Why don’t you take a guess then? What do you think I’m wearing, hm?”

Sylus stared at her, amused by her sudden bold question. “You want me to guess, huh, darling?” He leaned down to gently bite her earlobe, sending tingles everywhere down her body. He whispered hotly in her ear, “I think it’s black and lace. Am I right, sweetie?”

At this point, she was still surprised at how she’s even holding up. She merely croaked out a flustered, “yes” before Sylus smirked and went lower to kiss and bite her neck, leaving a trail of hickeys that would be visible to everyone tomorrow. She could only let out whimpers and moans at his ministrations.

“Sy- sylus! Please…” She begged as he continued to tease her. He pulled back slightly, “What do you want baby?”

With no hesitation, she said breathlessly, “I want you.”

Red eyes gleamed dangerously as his usual smirk tugged at his lips. “As you wish, princess.” In a swift motion, he took the dress she was wearing and tossed it somewhere on the floor. Normally, she’d be a little pissed but now, she couldn’t care less.

Not when Sylus is marveling at the underwear she’s wearing. A black lace, almost see-through underwear with pink bows on it. It should be a crime on how it ridiculously made him salivate at the sight before him.

“Like what you see?” She bit her lip shyly, observing his expression carefully.

“Like it is not even a word for it, sweetie.” His fingers went up to expertly take off her bra, leaving her breasts exposed. He grasped both of them before pinching her nipples, eliciting a moan out of her. Sylus closed the distance between them and kissed her hungrily, addicted to the way she tasted as he played with her tits. He pulled away and gazed at her with a wild look in his eyes, “I am going to devour you.” Was what he said before his lips enclosed on the nipple, feeling it hardened as he continued to twirl with the neglected bud.

Pure ecstasy ran through her body. She can feel herself getting even more wet the more Sylus continued to suck and lick her nipples. He watched her carefully as he trailed kisses along her soft skin, igniting all sorts of butterflies in the pit of her stomach.

She squirmed beneath his watchful eyes, “Sy… please. Don’t tease me.” She pleaded, her tone was sweet and desperate. A deep chuckle was all she heard before Sylus slowly moved down to stare at her sopping wet panty. He smirked, finding this amusing, “Already so wet for me, kitten?” He prodded at her soaked underwear, pressing down on her clit.

At the sounds of her whimpers, Sylus continued to rub her clit through her underwear. Edging her closer to release but the moment she arched her back and curled her toes, Sylus stops. Unable to control herself any longer, she begged, “Please… I want you. I’ll be good, I swear.”

“Really? Then I shall reward my good girl, hm?” Sylus pulled aside her cute lace underwear, staring in fascination and adoration at her dripping cunt. “Your pretty pink pussy is so eager for me, sweetie.” She blushed, seemingly having a hard time to grasp on his crude, yet blunt words.

Without giving her a chance to dwell on it, Sylus begins to lick her pussy. All she could do was lay back and let out a string of moans– overwhelmed by the pleasure. Ruby eyes gazed at her intensely as he continued to expertly suck on her drooling cunt.

“Haaa..! Ah! Fuck–! It feels so good, Sy…” She moaned out his name and it sounded like heaven to his ears. He hummed, skillfully tonguing her pussy with vigor, aching to witness her orgasm. The tent in his pants is becoming awfully hard, he longed to see her on her knees and choking on his cock. The more she mewls and cries, the faster Sylus laps at her eager cunt.

Her fingers find their way to grasp and pull on Sylus’s soft hair, a plethora of moans and whimpers choked out of her throat as she feels herself reaching her climax. “Ah! Sylus, Sylus! Fuck, I’m so close!” A wave of euphoria washed over her as she came undone on Sylus’s sinful mouth.

“That’s my good girl.” He spoke lowly as he licked his lips, she felt herself flush at the sight of his face wet with her juices. Just when she thought it was over, her underwear was pulled down and tossed to the side, revealing her dripping wet pussy. Her cunt clenched around his digits, sliding in and out of her gummy walls with ease.

“Argh…! Sylus… put it in me. I want it. I want your cock.” She whimpered and who was Sylus to deny his slutty girl what she wanted. “Relax, kitten. Let me see how much you can squirt for me.” She bit her lip, hard as he continued to finger her, casually inserting three fingers at once.

He chuckled, “My… someone’s insatiable. Can’t get enough, hm? Such a dirty whore for me.” She could only moan out in response as Sylus sped up, ramming in her cunt like there’s no tomorrow. The room was surrounded by her cries of pleasure and wet squelching sounds, courtesy of her desperate pussy.

Curses and whimpers elicited out of her throat, her cunt spasming against his skillful fingers. Sylus curled his fingers and that’s when she saw stars, coming once more for him. “So… so… good…” She said breathlessly, seemingly in a daze.

Sylus brushed a strand of hair out of her face, drenched in sweat as she stared back at him. Her eyes are unfocused and filled with desire. “Does my slutty kitten want my cock?” He leaned down and began to litter bite marks at her thighs. Sylus loved this, claiming her as his own. Letting everyone know that she belongs to him and him only.

She whined, her hands reaching out to grip on his shirt. “Want it, Sy… please. I’ve been so good…”

He lets her unbutton his shirt, her fingers are itching to feel his skin against hers, while Sylus removed his pants, speeding up the process. Without wasting any time, Sylus stroked his hardened shaft, letting out breathy moans. His gaze remained on her, laying beneath him. “C’mon sweetie, open up.” He said as he guided his cock to her parted lips.

She lets out a whine, swallowing him whole. Sylus was way too big to even fit in her mouth but the more he trained her, the more she became accustomed to it. “What a good cockslut.” He praised her, his fingers tugging onto her messy hair.

Eager to please, she began to bob her head around his shaft while he roughly throatfucks her. Saliva trickled down her chin but all she could think about was him. Sylus is truly the definition of perfect.

The sight of him in bliss and in pleasure turns her on way more than she’d like to admit. Feeling strangely motivated by the looks of his face, she quickened her pace, wanting, no, she needs his cum.

“Ah… yeah, just like that, kitten. Fuck, you’re so good at this. You like sucking my cock, huh?” He stroked her hair as she gazed up at him, nodding. Unable to resist any longer, Sylus grips her hair, and she lets herself be used just like a toy. “You dirty little whore, so good at pleasing me. Fuck, I’m close!” He thrusted inside her hot mouth before finally reaching his high.

As soon as he came, she hummed in satisfaction. Pulling back, she stuck out her tongue and showed him before swallowing. Sylus’s eyes glowed, he’s hungry for more. In an instant, he grabbed her throat, “You pretty little thing, I’m going to ruin you.”

She braced herself when she felt the tip of his cock slowly push inside her dripping cunt. Once he finally slid all the way in, he let out a moan. “Your pussy is so needy. It’s gripping me so hard, sweetie.” She could only arch her back as her fingers scramble to grab the sheets.

Feeling herself clenching tightly around his shaft, she whimpered, “Move… Sylus, please, I need you hard and fast.”

The usual smirk appeared on his handsome face, “As you wish, my slut.” Was what he said before ruthlessly pounding into her with an inhumane pace. His name falls out of her lips like a prayer – a mantra as she feels her pussy drooling and becoming wetter with each thrust.

“Scream for me. Say my name.” His hand gripped her throat, “Say it, you dumb slut.”

She had no choice but to obey his demands. With a choked voice, she screamed out, “Sylus! Sylus! Fuuuuck! Feels so good– ah! Right there, right there!”

He could only admire her as he thrusted deep into her sweet spot. Watching his lover make such lewd expressions makes him feel a swell of pride, knowing that only he could do that. No one else.

He lets go of her throat, thick fingers coming down to rub and flick at her clit. “Cum on my cock, whore.”

The world turned white as soon as she reached her orgasm. Sylus continued to ram into her before coming deep in her tight cunt. He pulled out, staring in fascination as cum dribbled out of her used pussy.

“You did so well, kitten.” He said softly, caressing her cheek as she nodded dumbly, too out of it. Sylus could only smile, knowing that she is still in a state of euphoria. He leaned down to press a kiss on her forehead, “Let me take care of you, my precious.”

The next morning, she woke up feeling sore and satisfied. To her disappointment, Sylus was nowhere to be seen. She frowned as she sat up in bed, maybe he has work? She thought to herself before getting out and walking to the bathroom.

Bite marks and hickies scattered across her skin as she observed her disheveled state in the mirror. She blushed as she recalled their intense activity last night. After she had finished washing her face and brushing her teeth, she walked out and was surprised to see Sylus in bed with a tray of breakfast.

“Good morning, sweetie.” He said, his eyes softening at her appearance.

Her feet instantly moved to sit beside him, “Sylus, did you make this?” She pointed to the fluffy pancakes and a cup of coffee. A smile crept on her face once she realized that the pancakes were shaped like hearts.

“Of course. I dismissed the chef for today. Wanted to pamper you for being so good to me last night.”

If it wasn’t possible, she felt herself falling for this man more and more. She smiled brightly at him, “Thank you, this is lovely.”

He returned her smile with his own, “Anything for you, my sweet.”

The couple enjoyed their morning with breakfast in bed and cuddles. When Sylus was feeding her, he suddenly asked, “Where did you get that underwear from?”

She raised a brow, “I ordered it online. It’s pretty, isn’t it?”

“Very. Next time you want to buy something, put it on my card.” He said casually.

A hint of surprise etched on her face, “Oh? Okay then.”

Over the course of a few days, she finds new packages arrived at her doorstep. No doubt the work of Sylus when she shook her hand and sighs as she held up the new lace panty that he had ordered for her.

There was a note at the end of the package, it wrote, “Wear this for tonight.”

She could only smile as she knew she would be in for a treat once more.

[the-technorats]

no amount of money can undo the damage of being groomed for that level of exploitation. people saw how manipulatable, how marketable these boys were when they were sixteen and just wanted any chance they could get to sing; didn't care when they were injured, sick, disordered, addicted, suicidal; as long as they were alive and their bodies were on the stage, they were making money.

but don't think for a fucking second that industry heads like simon cowell etc wouldn't sell tribute merch with liam's face on it if they thought that they could get away with it.

to everyone hating on the lyric ‘you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum I was raised in’. please tell me you get it now. please tell me we’re gonna do what we can to make sure there isn’t a next time

[sanakiras]

BOUND BY BLOOD [TEASER]

PAIRING — yoon jeonghan x fem!reader

WORD COUNT — 692 [full fic is 10k+]

SYNOPSIS — in an attempt to escape your past, you join your mother when she moves in with her soon-to-be husband at the other side of the country. the only downside is that your new stepbrother causes you to sink deeper into the rabbit hole you were so desperately trying to leave behind.

TAGS — mentions of death, dark content (stepcest + incestuous undertones), explicit sexual content, mc and jeonghan are two fucked up pervs coming together to maximize their joint slay, additional tags to be added

♪ — ethel cain - family tree,, charli xcx - apple,, ruelle - monsters,, boy harsher - pain,, lana del rey - in my feelings,, unloved - danger,, twin tribes - monolith,, banks - the fall

NOTE — title is not what u think it is i promise. yes i came up with this fic after going through ethel cain’s discography can you tell. do keep in mind that this is just fictional and nothing more than a fantasy, so please (!) skip if the tags make you uncomfortable <3

despite being an adult, your mother’s authority still has a hold on you sometimes.

which is why instead of being in bed all morning like you’d planned, you’re currently in a grand church, seated on a bench in the back of the spacious hall with jeonghan next to you.

your parents were adamant on sitting near the front, but when you were walking into the hall just ten minutes ago, it was jeonghan who took you by your arm so that you and him could sit in the back together, and you’re honestly thankful for it.

with a sigh, you don’t know if you’re talking to yourself, or him. “i have no idea what i’m doing here. i’m not even catholic. pretty sure my mom isn’t, either.”

“no? not a fan of monotonous singing in a cold hall on sunday mornings?”

a scoff escapes you, followed by a sarcastic quip. “such a way with words, brother dearest.”

jeonghan shrugs, as if he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing. “maybe you should pretend to be sick next time our parents want us to tag along. i’ll have no other option but to stay home and take care of you.”

is it so wrong of him to want you all to himself?

“creative.” you mutter with a grin, simultaneously hiding the effect his words have on your body.

he only gives you that mischievous smile, looking at you from the corner of his eye, and you can’t resist the soft chuckles escaping you.

not much later, he’s sitting closer to you, using it as an excuse to whisper in your ear. “me and my dad aren’t catholic either. i’m guessing it’s just about appearances.”

“of course,” you roll your eyes, “maybe they wanna get married here and this is their way of checking it out.”

jeonghan, very selfishly, doesn’t want to think about his father and your mother getting married. he just smiles at you as a way to conceal his true feelings, and all he can think about is that he should’ve met you first, that you should’ve been his.

so he averts his gaze, attempting to focus on whatever the pastor is saying, hoping it’ll take his mind off it.

the preaching is grim and anything but welcoming. words like hell and damnation are thrown around numerous times in a speech that feels almost like it’s spoken in a foreign language, and he hates it — he hates being here.

but perhaps not as much as you do.

“we must and will all pay for our sins, one way or another—” the pastor’s voice rings through your ears. his words keep replaying in your head, and it begins to make you feel dizzy, heavy existential suffering overtaking your chest, like a loud scream being pushed down but fighting to work its way up your throat.

you have to stop thinking about it.

you have to let it go.

jeonghan takes notice of your change in body language. where you were previously hardly moving a muscle, your breathing has become irregular, chest rising and falling more visibly, and you’re digging your nails into the skin of your thigh.

what he’d do to know what’s going on in that head of yours.

he puts his hand just above your knee in an attempt to comfort you, and when you look up at him with almost disturbed eyes, all you find in his gaze is — understanding.

jeonghan doesn’t know what it is you’re hiding from him, but he figures you must’ve done something wrong in your past, if this is your reaction to the speech currently being given.

but he’s done wrong too.

his palm is still resting comfortably on your bare skin, and your shaky hand reaches out for his instinctively; it feels so right. instead of letting you put your hand on top of his, he raises it to hold yours, intertwining your fingers.

when you look at him with corners of your mouth downturned and eyes glossy, your hand clenching his like you need it as much as you need to breathe, he chooses not to give a damn whether your parents choose to get married or not.

he’ll be there for you when you need it — he’ll make you his.

this is a snippet of a fic i’m still working on so no release date yet, but if you’d like to be tagged once it’s released, leave a comment! x

® SANAKIRAS — do not repost, remake or copy my work in any way whatsoever. translations are not allowed.

[boopshoops]

C'mon now, we don't HAVE to stick to one set genre. Music is about self expression!~ ...Though I wouldn't be against one-upping some competition.

Yuu Shi is strutting on down to debut as a vocalist and backup dancer for GLOWCHAIN! With eccentric flare and powerful vocals, she's here to push the boundaries of EDM and pop to new heights. After all, if it isn't experimental, it isn't her.

Part 2

Ragu Music Week is a fanevent by @raguiras!!! :D

Set to home screen: Mic check, one two!~

Groovification: ???

Home transition 1: Day three of asking Allen to let me join Hazard, no such luck as of yet. Is this how Epel feels about Savanaclaw? Maybe a bribe would work...

Home transition 2: Ohh I just love this boa! It's so cute and fluffy! Come here and touch it, it's so soft that I could use it as a pillow.

Home transition 3: No need to worry much about your performances, hon, I'll make sure to outperform you regardless! You can take that as a promise and a threat.

Home transition/Groovification: ???

Tap home 1: You think I'm getting a bit competitive over this? Hmm, Maybe, maybe. Well, this is finally my chance to show off my prowess! I didn't go to performing arts school for nothing.

Tap home 2: I'm able to keep up with Vil fine enough, but after the chaos that was VDC, I'm beginning to feel bad for my other group members... but not bad enough! Let's go again!

Tap home 3: No, no, no- That's not it. Your movements aren't big enough! You need to gesture enough for the whole crowd to see. Remember, the people in the back row want a show too. You need to hold out your arms like so!

Tap home 4: As much as I enjoy an organized, set performance, I much prefer to go with the flow. I want to get the whole audience involved in ways you haven't seen before, you know? Make it feel more authentic? It'll leave a lasting impression of me in their minds!... Oh, and the rest of GLOWCHAIN, of course.

Tap home 5: Hahaha! What, am I towering over you in these heels? Should I kneel down, is that what you'd like? What? I'm just teasing!

Tap home/Groovification: ???

Home after login: As much as I love this outfit, I could do with a little less sparkle... When the stage lights hit me and the other members, I can't help but feel like a damn disco ball. What do you think?

ALRIGHT RAMBLING TIME. Yuu shi is having a hard time abandoning her instruments for GLOWCHAIN. Therefore she takes every chance she can to be petty about it and be another headache for vil (sorry bbg). She is very jealous of Hazard/Riff due to this- but she's not letting that stop her from trying to outperform other groups or even vil himself.

As for music- I did a lot of research into KPOP i never had before KJGDSBKGJSD and I think mamamoos vibe fits Yuu Shi very well!

also I listened to the inspiration playlist, saw lady gaga, and blacked out

Charli XCX fits her more experimental style too- its her way of pushing the boundaries of the genre

KIMPETRASKIMPETRASKIMPETRAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As for dancing- ive had Royal Family brain rot lately. THEY ARE SO TALENTED AAAAAAAAAAAAA. Theyre flowy, energetic, fast paced moves fit yuu shi very well imo!!! Though she would definitely need a lot more practiced to be as organized as them sob. 3:25 in particular drives me insane:

OK RAMBLING OVER TAG TIME

@lowcallyfruity @skriblee-ksk @kitwasnothere @cecilebutcher @justm3di0cr3

@thehollowwriter @distant-velleity @the-trinket-witch @techno-danger @scint1llat3

@beneathsakurashade @twsted-canvas @qsoap @prince-kallisto

[weirdgirlbymommylonglegs]

Hey divas! By popular demand (one person expressed an interest) I've got my review of Charli XCX's BRAT here, all in one post. I talked about a couple of the songs already but I've got something to say about all 15 of the original tracks, the three more songs, and the 4 remixes released (so far). I went into this album not exactly being a Charli listener…I had listened to True Romance years ago, and a handful of songs throughout the rest of her discography, but I'm not too familiar with her general musical stylings. I'm basically saying I won't know all the references and won't be the most qualified to talk about the album, just generally. I'm spitballing my thoughts here, and I hope they're if nothing else, entertaining and maybe insightful to another perspective. Let's go!

Track 1 - 360 I remember not being the biggest fan of this song when it first came out. I initially thought it was quite a weak follow-up to Von dutch actually, and I have to say I've done a complete half of this song title (get it? 180?) - 360 is undeniably catchy, with it's looping beat, which when I originally reviewed this album, said "The simple looping beat makes it easier to focus on the lyrics, which outside of the chorus, are a bit whatever." I will say that I wasn't 100% honing in on lyrical analysis when listening to the album in full for the first time, but the lyrics, which are generally simple but accompany the song very well, are not "whatever." In the chorus I head the "So Julia" line as "Social Media," but said in a very strange way, so when I heard and saw people refer to things as "So Julia," I managed to put together that it was in reference to Julia Fox, I still wondered why people were saying So Julia to begin with. This is a lesson in engaging with the lyrics of what you're listening to, basically.

Track 1.1 - The 360 remix with robyn and yung lean I'll start with the positives - I think it's incredible that Charli XCX got Robyn on her remix, that's super cool. Yung Lean I'm a bit less enthused about, if I'm being completely honest, but I've not got enough reason why outside of "The vibes are off." When I first listened to this remix, or rather when I first tried to listen to this remix, I was walking to the bank for work and I said Out Loud "Wow this is terrible" and turned the song off, I think basically as soon as Yung Lean came on. That's not fair. I definitely don't like this version as much as the original, but I do appreciate it as an alternate way to utilise this beat. I enjoy the talk-singing approach, especially from Charli, compared to the original 360 where the approach is more…sing-singing, I guess. Much like the original 360, the lyrics are simple yet effective, expanding on the "It girl" the original establishes, but now with a new setting and added characters, per se. It's taken me a bit of thought for me to understand why exactly I don't like this version as much as the original, and I think it's the chorus - the 360 chorus is just catchier, and doesn't overstay it's welcome the way the 360 remix chorus does, in my opinion.

Track 2 - Club classics I imagine most reading this review already know this, but just in case I'll say it - BRAT had 4 singles released prior to the album; 360, Von dutch, and Club classics / B2b together. Prior to BRAT, I only listened to 2 out of the 4; 360 and Von dutch, so when I listened to this album in full, Club classics (and B2b when we get to it) were blind listens when maybe they probably shouldn't have been. I just don't think I was too bothered when they were released. Tumblr mutuals and anybody else who's visited weirdgirlbymommylonglegs dot tumblr dot com in the past few weeks will know that I've actually already shared by thoughts on this song, the inital ones anyway, in a tag game about what's on my Spotify Repeat (or what was on it at the time). I initially described Club classics as a "RPDR talent show song in the beginning," which I'd don't exactly disagree with but I do't quite stand by anymore. Charli was so real when she said "Play the track fast not slow" - a trend you'll notice is that I tend to like faster and louder songs more than the slower ones, so I intantly enjoyed this song more than 360. Not much to be said on the lyrics again, although I will say the "I wanna dance with SOPHIE" line was the only knowledge I had prior to listening to this song, and I like that. I like that verse as a whole, definitely my favourite part of the song was when Charli was listing off who she wants to dance to (and with). I had to listen to this a few times to really appreciate it, but Club classics has grown to be one of my favourites, with it's warm vocals and euphoric come-up contrasting with the techno-inspired beats to create a multi-dimensional…Club classic, you could say.

Track 3 - Sympathy is a knife I originally described this song, or the intro of it at least, as "reminding me of How I'm Feeling Now and even albums before." A very bold claim, considering the only song I know from how i'm feeling now is i finally understand, and I didn't listen to these "even albus before" bar True Romance. I think I was tryig to find a way to say that "This song reminds me of i finally understand," which after giving that a relisten, I guess I can see where I'm coming from, but I don't agree with it anymore. We get some real and relatable feelings in this song - relationship insecurities and comparison will always be a topic to write about, and it's always going to be a topic I resonate with. And I resonated! Lines like " Don't know if it's real or if I'm spiralling" and "I'm embarrassed to have it, but need the sympathy" make me feel seen as somebody who's insecure in a relationship where I maybe perhaps don't need to. I'd say this is probably the strongest song lyrically.

Track 4 - I might say something stupid I've noticed that a lot of albums will have their first slower or sadder song come in at Track 4. BRAT being an example of this, but it's something I've observed for years. It's a bit of an interlude, "The DJ in the pisser trying to get the negativity out before continuing their set," I said when I first listened to this song. A glimpse of the girl, minus the it-factor. Being invited but never really included. The best lines of this song to me are "I don't feel like nothing special / I snag my tights out on the lawn chair" after the verse about sipping wine and re-entering parties - now I could be reading into the words too much, or maybe I'm what the zoomers call "terminally online," but having the first verse full of easily romanticisable imagery, followed by the second verse opening with something so mundane (and therefore less romanticisable) is a clever reality check for the listener, that these feelings that Charli is having are ultimately just feelings, and not some grand painting that needs to be fawned over. Or that's how I interpreted the lines at least.

Track 5 - Talk talk I really liked this song on the first listen…it reminded me of the house and trance music I grew up listening to because of my mum. I really enjoyed the storytelling of the lyrics, and I think they work well with the beat. Apparently this about Charli XCX meeting her partner in real life for the first time, the aforementioned and elusive "George," drummer of The 1975. I didn't go into this album planning to do extensive research, but I did a quick search on George Daniel and stumbled upon the fact that Talk talk is about their relationship, right down to the following to the bathroom. I on the other hand, listened to these lyrics about not meeting in person (yet) and keeping the interactions a secret, and immediately thought of the "secret gay" trope. You know the one. And for that reason, combined with the bouncy club beat and minimal bass line, this song reminds me of Polo, Glasgow's biggest and most homophobic gay club - I wouldn't be surprised if I heard this song there.

Track 6 - Von dutch We've had a few songs about feelings and vulnerability, this is a mid-album check-in to remind the listener that despite everything, Charli XCX Is That Girl. I guess. While I do like this much more than 360 (on the virtue that it's a bit faster), the two songs thematically and sonically are very similar - looping beat with lyrics talking about how people want to be Charli XCX. Except this time the beat is a bit faster and has a couple more layers. I sound pressed and bitter but this is one of my favourites of the album. Maybe I'm out of the loop of deeping it a bit too much but I think to have the line "Do the dance, without it you'd be nameless" in the song that you go on to remix and feature Tiktokker Addison Rae, is peak shade. And super funny as a result. Speaking of Tiktokker Addison Rae…

Track 6.1 - The Von dutch remix with addison rae and a.g. cook This remix goes crazy. There was a period in May where this was all I was listening to. Then it progressed to this song, Femininominon, SOS by Jordin Sparks, and Karma by Jojo Siwa. I dyed my hair purple and went on holiday in May and became just The Worst Version Of Myself. Anyway this remix is, in my opinion, a marked improvement on the original (still very good) Von dutch, with the tempo increased, peaks and valleys included in the beats (as opposed to the loop of the original), and even a breakdown that terrorised us all on Tiktok. Or in my case, Instagram Reels. Addison Rae's vocals complement Charli XCX's in a oppositional way (UK vs America, cool vs warm) and I think it fits with the overall idea of the song, this public figure vs fan/hater idea, which you don't really get until the closing ad-lib, which if I'm being super honest, was a bit cringe. I don't know who's idea that was. That being said, I don't know how well the song would've worked without it, or what the alternative solution would've been or what. I don't even think objectively the ad-lib was even that bad, just a bit cringe in a way that made my eyes roll upon first listen. Besides that though, phenomenal remix, tough act to follow.

Track 6.2 - The Von dutch remix skream and benga This iteration of Von dutch starts a bit slower, but with more bass and a more established come-up, teasing a drum and bass or dubstep style beat drop. I remember being disappointed that the angle they chose what dubstep instead of dnb, but that comes down to personal preference. The beat drops themselves are nothing to write home about, but they do fit and work with the sounds established in the original Von dutch. Definitely the weaker of the two remixes, but still an enjoyable listen all the same.

Track 7 - Everything is romantic I remember feeling apprehensive listening to the intro of this for the first time, while seeing that this was one of the longest songs on the album so far. I was a bit worried I'd feel a bit bored with this song; worries that would dissipate when Charli starts singing. The talk-singing returns, and the bluntness of it contrasts with the intricate and flowery melody of the intro. The blunt talk-singing in the intro also foreshadows the harsher tone of the song, or the beats of it at least, as after this intro we get treated to some of the hardest beats of the whole album, working in tandem with the blunt vocals. The singing included in the song is minimal, but like the ornate intro, it complements the harsh beats of the song. I think lyrically this is also one of the stronger songs so far, and thinking about Charli singing (talking) about these mundane ideas such as "Bad tattoos on leather-tan skin" and "Lemons on the trees and on the ground," among other statements, makes me think of what I said back in Track 4, I might say something stupid, about how less romanticisable imagery is used to follow up a verse of romantic descriptions. More specifically that I was definitely reading into things too much. Everything really is romantic, huh? The final few seconds, with Charli singing "Everything is" with the beats fading in and out of listenable volume, sums up the song perfectly, to the point where you think that maybe the beat will come back for the next song. Spoiler alert! There's a new beat for Track 8, and it's certainly something!

Track 8 - Rewind You know that tweet that says “When I was recording my album “BRAT” back in 2023/2024, my manager told me I've made a skipless masterpiece, but I remembered I'm an independent powerful woman and I kinda rebelled and added a skip on it.” - Charli xcx on her song “Rewind”? …Yeah. The first thing I noted about this song is that the beat reminded me of the song Faded by Boy Sim and Slayyyter. It was glaring, almost. Not that I'm accusing Charli XCX of stealing or anything, and somebody who listens to more music can deny this claim and say the two songs sound nothing alike, but that's the main thing I got from this song. Again, insecurity's always a good subject to write a song about, and I think it's very interesting that Charli delves into these feelings both as a person but as a popstar. The most interesting part of this song to me however, is the wee breakdown that occurs about two thirds of the way through. Despite this however, I can only really describe the song as "fine." Like it sounds familiar, but in a bad way. I just think as lyrically compelling as it is, sonically it's a bit lacklustre.

Track 9 - So I What can I say about this song that hasn't already been said…the lyrics are powerful, the SOPHIE discussion is beautiful, et cetera et cetera. Here's something new - this is my least favourite song on the album. It's just not for me. I found myself wanting more listening to this song, and the "more" I got at the end of this song was distortion in a way that sounded like Charli was experimenting with Garageband. When I first heard this song I actually said "I suppose a more lowkey song could be made for the sake of getting the listener to pay attention to the lyrics, but frankly when the lyrics don't have anything interesting to say then what's the point?" Which looking back, I find to be super crass and a self-read more than anything else. The lyrics are raw and the most vulnerable on the album so far, and they really do communicate the loss of a friend and a mentor. The song itself just isn't my speed, and I probably wouldn't go out of my way to listen to it in my spare time the way I would with a lot of these other songs.

Track 10 - Girl, so confusing Continuing the theme of unhinged commentaries from my first playthrough of the album, I originally said "This was the song Charli XCX pitched for the Barbie movie, but they rejected it and told her to go back to making songs about cars." I was just joking around obviously, but I hope somebody can at least see where I was coming from. I'd say this is probably my favourite song of the album; it captures my imagination the way the rest of the songs so far haven't really. I also originally said the vocals in the chorus remind me of the Indie Sleaze era, which I'm listening to the chorus and I fully do not understand where I was coming from. Anyway this is a great tempo change, with a compelling narrative that, since I don't really keep up with Charli XCX, didn't initially get that it alluded to Lorde. Not until I saw one of those "If your circle isn't discussing" posts that said "If Girl, so confusing is about Lorde or MARINA." I fully believed that this was just a general "We're girls and we get pitted together so I can't help but feel like we're naturally in competition" song. I saw this line of thinking when I saw Anthony Fantano (who's job I'm planning on stealing) review the remix of this song, which segways to the next song…

Track 10.1 - The girl, so confusing version with lorde When I was scrolling Instagram Reels I saw that Mr Needledrop himself was going to review this song, and I Got Scared. Luckily he didn't say anything too horrible (I've no personal beef with him but I do get flashbacks to the long comment left on his review of Fiona Apple's Fetch The Bolt Cutters. You know the one) and in fact he says that it's impressive (and cute and wholesome, which are not exactly the words I would use but I understand the vision) if this song stems from genuine feelings and events, or if it's Charli XCX and Lorde playing into and rebelling against the industry standard of women competing with one another. I'll be so honest, I nearly cried when I first listened to this song - not because I'm huge into Charli XCX or Lorde, but to hear someone put these sorts of insecurities and misunderstandings to bed. I dunno, maybe I've been too mentally ill to communicate with people in the past and I'm seeking an opportunity to "work it out on the remix," as it were. Lorde's verse of course is poignant and opens a window into her feelings of being Charli's friend, even if they are played up, and it adds a new layer to the song, another side to the coin. My final note is that this is called a "version" instead of a "remix," since it's not a remix, it's the same song with a feature. It's literally not deep at all but the 360 "remix" with robyn and yung lean is similarly, Not A Remix. Same beat, but with added features. I needed to get this out in the open because it's been bothering me since I wrote my 360 reviews. Anyway I love you Girl, so confusing. Both versions.

Track 11 - Apple This song unfortunately has the difficult task of following up Girl, so confusing. And that's ultimately what this song feels like - like if the relationship described in Girl, so confusing hadn't been resolved, it would start to resemble the relationship described in Apple. The premise of the song on it's own is very interesting, but I feel like it maybe could've benefitted from being placed Literally Anywhere Else in the album. I'm being negative but I do honestly quite like this song - it reminds me of video game music, but in a Style Boutique/Style Savvy way. I think Charli XCX should go into making video game music. I think that's what the world needs.

Track 12 - B2b I'd say B2b has the best intro of the whole album. Listening to it got me excited to listen to the song, even though I know in my head I don't actually like this song that much. I don't know, a lot of this song sounds distinctly…not Charli XCX? Not in a way that sounds unrecognisable, but in a way that sounds like any female feature on a house track could've been singing. Like I can hear this song and several others like it on Love Island. Besides that all I can think about when I hear this song is the video of the girl dancing to it. You know the one.

Track 13 - Mean girls I originally described this song as "a self-read or a fandom callout. Maybe both." You know what I mean? If I included every line that reinforces either of these ideas then I'd just be typing out both verses in full. I think the main ones I'd use in an essay would be "Worships Lana Del Rey in her AirPods" from the first verse, and "She's kinda fucked up but she's still in Vogue" from the second. While I'm talking about the lyrics, I think in a similar way to the Addison Rae Von dutch ad-lib, a lot of these lines are personally a bit cringe. Like the "Mean girls" Charli describes, the "coquettish" ones that like to be called anorexic…are just not that you know? Like we're current Tumblr users, we know what these girls are like, and they're nowhere near as charismatic as Charli makes them out to be. They just stew and call themselves "femcels" and reblog gifs of American Beauty. They're barely mean. It just feels a bit out of touch. To me at least. On a more positive note I think this song is one of the most interesting sounding ones on the album, with the shift from hard electronic beats to a piano solo halfway through. I will be honest, I thought the beat from the first chorus would come back on top of the piano, after the solo, and I'll be honest, I was disappointed when it didn't come back until near the end of the song. Besides that though, one of the catchiest songs on the album.

Track 14 - I think about it all the time I predicted this song would be similar to "I might say something stupid" in that it would be one of the more lowkey ones. And I was right, but I like it a lot more that the aforementioned Track 4. I just think it's really interesting conceptually; singing so explicitly about motherhood and family, and whether it's right path at the right time. The beats and melody of this song is probably the most…liquid, I guess would be the right word, of the whole album, and it's an interesting departure from the more solid sounding beats used in most (if not all) of the album. I think on a more meta level, the electronic interferences and the autotuned vocals in the song represent how no matter what Charli does, or how her thought process changes on family (or anything really), her music, and by extension her career will impact and influence these decisions. I'm not sure how obvious that is, or if it's even intentional, but hearing it represented is cool to me.

Track 15 - 365 Similarly to Club classics, I've already shared my initial thoughts on this song, and they have not changed really. 365's got a double meaning - obviously 365 being the number of days in a year, since Miss XCX is a party girl all year round, but as this is essentially a remix or rework of 360, changing the name to 365 implies that this song is going to be a bit different to 360. And Different It Is. The beat drops and it goes so crazy, I'm obsessed. In a similar vein, 360 is the number of degrees in a circle, the shape where the beginning is the end, and on the original BRAT album, this is the final track. The beginning is the end, but since this song is called 365, it implies the circle keeps going, and in 365, the song continues after the 360 beat ends. It's a very clever closing track.

Track 16 - Hello goodbye But wait! There's more! Three days after the original album, Charli XCX brings out the same album, and there's three more songs, so it's not! These three songs are a treat to listen to as a collective, and I think they're all great, but I will say just now that Hello goodbye is my least favourite, but I still think it's a fantastic club track. I honestly feel like this song could've been a B-side for Talk talk, or released alongside it ala Club classics / B2b. Sonically it gives me the same euphoric house and trance vibes that Talk talk does, but lyrically this feels like an elaboration of Talk talk, where Charli XCX goes a bit deeper into her nerves about meeting George for the first time. I reckon it's specifically about her following him to the bathroom, but being too nervous to say anything to him. I've not done the research so I could be talking out of my ass with this, but that's my speculation. Probably the least memorable of the three more songs, but I still enjoy this song more than a considerable chunk of the main album.

Track 17 - Guess In my personal tumblr queue I have this song scheduled to be reblogged at one point in the near future, and in the tags of that post I say that this is my favourite of the three more songs - that's only partially true, in that it's a tie between Guess and Spring breakers, and it changes depending on how I'm feeling. And currently, I'm feeling Spring breakers. Guess is a super fun and raunchy song about underwear. Not the deepest song lyrically but it doesn't need to be. I'd consider the beat to be the most industrial or techno sounding of the whole album; a cold contrast to the warm sounding Hello goodbye. I want to talk about the last line of this song, "You wanna guess if I'm serious about this song." Is Charli XCX being serious about this song, Guess? Absolutely. She would not have alluded to this song being a joke otherwise. A big part of humour in this sort of joke song (unfortunately the only ones that come to mind atm are I Fucked Yr Mom by Sorry Mom and that "I pledge allegiance to girl penis" song by GRLWOOD) is how earnest it is - Charli throwing that last line in to suggest that the song is ironic takes away the comedy of the song because it's now self aware. I dunno, I think there's a better way to describe how I feel about how genuine the song is. That last line is another minor cringe from me, similar to the Von dutch remix ad-lib or a lot of the lyrics of Mean girls, and it's ultimately inoffensive.

Track 18 - Spring breakers Like the movie I haven't seen (yet, but one day). This feels like an appropriate closer both as a final bonus track, but as a final album track. Spring breakers sonically feels a bit like a meeting point between Hello goodbye and Guess, although it definitely shifts more towards Guess with it's harsher sounding noisework. The recurring "Every time we're on" is the Hello goodbye representation. This meeting point is why I feel Spring breakers works as an effective final track out of the three, as it doesn't introduce anything new to the album. I feel Spring breakers works as a closer for the whole album, on the other hand, because the song is ultimately about making an impact. I mean, Charli's singing about setting fire to red carpets and getting arrested - I mean, way to establish yourself. The robotic autotune verse is a fun addition to this song, representing how Charli XCX can "switch on" this nice girl persona for the stage and award shows. I how this album gets awards. I'll be ragin if it doesn't haha. The Vroom Vroom and Boom Clap easter eggs are cute; there might be more that seasoned Charli XCX fans will pick up on. I wasn't sure where else to talk about it so I'll just do it here (because it's tangentially related), but I went back and listened to Charli XCX's Boiler Room set this past weekend (because I didn't make time to listen to it when it first dropped) and it was a fun wee game almost, hearing what songs from BRAT appeared and how they sounded in the set compared to the album. In hindsight I definitely should've listened to the Boiler Room set prior to the album, so that I could hear these Boiler Room tunes in the album for the first time. No matter now.

And that's the album! Apologies for such a long post, I wanted to get my thoughts out. Maybe I'll make this a regular thing? I dunno, are there any albums you want to hear my thoughts on? I want to review GUTS (spilled) since I've not listened to the bonus tracks yet, and I've got other smaller albums that I'd love to share my thoughts on, but let me know! Without any further stalling, here's my final ranking of the songs!

Girl, so confusing

365

Spring breakers

Guess

Club classics

Von dutch

Everything is romantic

Talk talk

Mean girls

Hello goodbye

Apple

I think about it all the time

Sympathy is a knife

360

B2b

Rewind

So I

I might say something stupid

If you've made it this far then thank you so much for reading! I love music and I love albums and I'd love to discuss this particular album further - What do you think? Do you agree with my ranking? Did you gain anything new from reading what I had to say? I love to chat, so let me know what you have to say!

-Kay (tumblr user weirdgirlbymommylonglegs) x

if i listen to brat and it's shit i'm gonna be so mad