#fairweather friends

[corrienteallita]

Holly Snow (Winter)

[rastronomicals]

3:59 AM EDT August 15, 2024:

Queens of the Stone Age - "Fairweather Friends" From the album ...Like Clockwork (May 31, 2013)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

Featuring Sir Elton John on piano and backing vocals.

[plus-low-overthrow]

Law - Fairweather Friends (MCA)

For fans of Dr. Hook, maybe you’ll like this too. 1977.

[bonerdonorxxx44]

[itscauseimbatman]

It seems every single time I was bleeding

Broken promises that never came true

Well it ain't so long before the dawn

When the sun is gone so are

Well, so are you

[littleprincessfawn]

Sigh. I opened up twice to the guy who I thought was my friend. First about my grief about my miscarriage anniversary. Secondly about how very dark and low I have felt lately. Both times, his response? So damn cold. Distant. Uncaring. Not wanting me to talk about it to him. Just polite and like a complete stranger 'sorry to hear that' kind of thing.

I honestly thought he was my friend and now I feel like a total idiot because of course he's not. He's just another 'fairweather friend' who will come to me and take what he wants but never, EVER, be there for me when I need someone.

I'm leaving him behind in the dust where he belongs. I deserve better than that. Not just in love but in friendship too. I know not everyone is great at talking, that's fine, but at least try to make me feel cared about when I come to you sobbing and in pain.

When I was younger I'd burn the bridges and set everything behind me on fire right now. But I'm older now. I'll just cross the bridge silently. Remove enough planks that it becomes unusable.

And never look back.

[imaginesomethingrand]

I am so, so disgusted with all my "friends", mostly family, on Facebook who did not give 1 cent for my birthday fundraiser for Ukraine.

Are people really that against it? Or just these people (some maga Republicans 😡) ? As if money isn't saving human lives!!

2 years ago ppl gave $200 for my fundraiser for a cat shelter.

"Ukraine has enough money. It's taking out precious money"

It is NOT enough. Not until Ukraine is safe and free and no child is in danger of being killed. Or deported, tortured or raped.

[andthereisthatspark]

When Braden Bales releases his EP and it’s everything you’ve ever wanted it to be

[honorhearted]

Whenever requested, General Maxwell materialized out of seemingly nowhere, just as an actor awaits his cue. He was a grand, proud man -- one who commanded respect and admiration with a mere glance. Despite his disdain, Benjamin was not blind to this, and he stooped to give the general a bow. A handshake was not offered, so he didn't try his luck and initiate.

'i am general robert maxwell, our darling elena's uncle. it brings me great joy to see someone so devoted to our cause bringing a smile to her features. and what a worthy cause. these rebels are degenerates and the crown shall see them pay for their defiance.'

"Rebels are responsible for my brother's death," Benjamin replied. Despite the false truth, his tone was sharp and acidic. "If I were not already a loyal party to the king's favor, their callous, despicable act would've driven me straight into the Loyalist Cause without a second glance." He stiffened his chin. "I tell you, they are cowards, sir. No man targets mere boys to justify their actions."

Even though Benjamin was striving to paint a vivid, devoted picture to the general, his gaze was decidedly seething as he and Maxwell locked eyes. Your men are the cowards, he furiously thought. They are mindless followers, lemmings, and think with their pockets rather than their head and heart.

Maxwell, fortunately, seemed delighted by his candor, and granted him and Elena permission to court. For a moment, Benjamin's proverbial mask nearly fumbled, and when he glanced down at Elena, his expression was almost that of disbelief. He hadn't expected it to be so easy. A fawning sycophant of an aunt was one thing, but an illustrious, power-hungry uncle was a different beast altogether.

"Thank you, sir," Benjamin replied, beaming while he straightened. "As I was telling your wife, it will be my highest honor. My lodgings are simple enough, so I can see to it that my business is taken care of in town tomorrow morning -- I'm actually meeting a couple associates to discuss potentially merging our resources -- and then we can reconvene in the afternoon or evening...whichever is easiest for you."

As if lured in by the prospect of a new threat, Captain Smallwood appeared alongside them, stiff and unsmiling. He commanded the general's attention, and Benjamin's warm expression faded a fraction. He did not like this man. Even if he hadn't witnessed Smallwood's cold, inhumane treatment of Elena, he still wouldn't have trusted the man's oily, eel-like mannerisms.

Maxwell gave his apologies, and Benjamin glanced between them with interest. "No apologies necessary, sir," he assured him. "The king comes first, so please: do not let me detain you."

After the general departed with Smallwood in tow, Benjamin nearly cringed once Judith squealed and (unwelcomely) touched his arm. "I knew he'd approve of you, Mr. Bolton!" she crowed. "Our Elena has excellent taste, and he tends to respect that."

Benjamin smiled thinly. "I'm truly blessed to have earned her favor, madam -- and yours."

Suppressing a soft simper, Judith beamed up at him before announcing, "Alas, I must make my rounds around the room, Mr. Bolton. Surely you understand?"

"Indeed I do, madam. Please: don't let me keep you from your duties." Taking her hand, he pressed a final perfunctory kiss to her knuckles, then watched the matriarch saunter off with a pleased switch to her hips. Benjamin didn't breathe properly again until she was out of sight.

"Well, she certainly was...spirited," he muttered. "If anything, I almost pity your future husband." Here, he flashed Elena a lopsided smile. "Not because of you, of course -- the whole marrying into your family part is the detestable angle of it all."

the casual drum of chatter embodies the space around them, laughing, gossiping, staring, plotting. it is the usual social affair albeit with some unusual excitement for once and it creates a charge to the air. elena couldn't deny, there was a certain thrill rising within her to what was transpiring too. oh she's schemed before, innocently enough. yet she has never quite engaged in something to this extreme and it was playing off so well judging by her aunt's excitement even if a part of elena wanted to shake the woman for her forwardness. what had gotten into her? had all the rules of convention truly left her mind the moment she was presented with such an opportunity for her niece? or was there something elena herself did not know? it was perplexing and yet there was nothing the golden-haired beauty could do but play along innocently.

tea. even before the troubles, elena had not cared for it and she has to bite back her own reaction upon such talk. oh, she's sure ben is entirely 'thrilled' with the notion of sitting for tea and to be at the mercy of whoever else should be present along with elena. for surely someone else would be present. most assuredly her aunt had not lost all of her mind. not that elena would complain about a chance to speak freely, she had merely been of the mind such chances would require much more.. forethought and planning.

'i'm never too busy for you, miss gilbert.' elena allows a coyness to wash over her reaction, as if his words have a swooning effect on her. then she hears his next words, no his promise. 'first and foremost, my allegiance is towards your family and our illustrious cause.' and something shifts suddenly within her as if she is taken aback though she does not know why she should be when she knows who he is and what he believes. her breath catches in her parted lips and there is something awed and faithful in the way she looks up at him. for he has just managed to speak two meanings at once. one toward her aunt and another to her. she thinks, perhaps, it's the full realization finally washing upon her in the moment, that at last she has a compatriot, an ally, a friend in her ideals and belief in their cause while in enemy hands-- in the cause that they have both lost family to-- that everyone in this room stood against. she thinks, it's the realization that for the first time in a long time she was not completely and utterly alone. either way, she recovers herself quickly as the conversation between her aunt and mr. bolton continues.

'last month alone, i donated five vessels from my shipbuilding business to general tryon and his men. in the following months, i hope to double my generosity.' her uncle would like that. he'd like mr. bolton's apparent devotion to the king too. bolton certainly was doing more to provide for the king's army than captain smallwood's was. perhaps it would be enough to win the general over.

elena's own eyes widen and face flushes in a mirror to ben's upon her aunt's suggestion and the familiar urge to shake her returns even if she knows this can only aid their cause. benjamin brings up her uncle and elena's own gaze drifts toward where he once stood with captain smallwood, confusion lacing her features when she fails to spy him.

'and with any luck, i'll be able to aid your family in this fight against those unruly, senseless rebels and restore order to our streets. surely, our resources combined will do irreparable harm to our enemies.'

of three things elena is aware of at once upon his words. firstly, that while ben does not actually mean his words, the fact it was the sentiment of everyone else within the room causes a surge of anger to rise within her. secondly, her aunt's gaze drifts from that of benjamin to elena's as if she was seeking to peer into her soul for some sort of sign that elena should fumble. that she should react to such things in some manner that was not the correct manner. elena does not rise to it, even if there is the blink and you'll miss it ever slightest stiffening of her posture before she makes herself relax, features schooled. thirdly, elena is aware of the general's sudden presence, him too watching her as he speaks, her quickly offering him a welcoming smile.

'pardon the intrusion.' his voice is deep and manner imposing. he was a tall man, though not exceedingly so and his general air was one which commanded a certain level of respect. though he was not entirely harsh either. he often treated others, loyalists as friends. it was the rebels he reserved his scorn and venom for. 'i could not help overhear and it would seem my presence was being requested.' the general states, offering bolton a nod before meeting the gaze of his wife in a silent communication.

'five vessels is no small contribution. the king has indeed a loyal subject.' there is approval within his voice though elena does not believe such means he has abandoned the idea of the captain yet.

'i am general robert maxwell, our darling elena's uncle. it brings me great joy to see someone so devoted to our cause bringing a smile to her features. and what a worthy cause. these rebels are degenerates and the crown shall see them pay for their defiance.' while spoken to bolton with an air of general disgust- not at him but toward the rebels-- and an innocent comment on it's own coming from a tory, robert's eyes briefly meet those of elena, as if he too is looking for something within her. when he does not see a reaction, an air of approval meets her gaze, something within him finally believing the pretty words she's spoken often enough in his presence. then he looks toward bolton and seems to make some sort of decision.

'i will grant my permission if it is what my niece desires.' it's rubbish, she thinks, that he should care about what she truly desires. if he had he would not have been forcing the captain upon her at every turn when she had always shown smallwood indifference and avoidance. he would not have forced her to disparage her own parents within days of their deaths even if he had seemed to grant her a minimal sense of loss upon the discovery of matthew's death. he still had expected her to see matthew as the enemy, his death a consequence of his wrong choices. though her uncle was still human. he understood elena had once intended to marry the boy. yet now, something has appeared to shift. she has seemingly declared her loyalty so he would grant her this courtship over one with the captain it seemed.

"thank you uncle, it is very much is." elena positively beams, gaze moving to meet benjamin's with what she hopes appears ever the hopelessly devoted expression.

'i imagine you will have affairs to tie up with your current lodgings, mr. bolton. i will ensure my wife sees to preparations for a room for you tomorrow.' he does not want elena and bolton under the same roof just yet when their affections were so fresh and excited, both seeming to scarcely take their eyes off one another. tomorrow, he will speak with his wife about how things should proceed forward.

it is then the captain reappears, an anger within his expression as he looks at her and benjamin before it shifts into something else toward her uncle. a look elena does not like, as if whatever he was feeling toward her and benjamin had been overridden by something more pressing. something that caused a glint to form in his gaze like he had when he brought up matthew to her. 'general maxwell, if i could have a moment, there is a pressing matter which must come to your attention.'

'i must apologize, i expect to see you tomorrow mr. bolton. there is much i should like to discuss with you about how we might join our resources. please excuse me.' and with that the general leaves them to her aunt.

[shefightslikeagirl]

From the Archives (25/?) ↳ EA & Inkydust, "My Fairweathered Friend," 2011

[orpheusilver]

listening to hadestown again and oh boy you would not believe who eurydice is making me think of

[corrienteallita]

Anthony Wood (Autumn)

[rastronomicals]

3:24 PM EDT October 29, 2023:

Queens of the Stone Age - "Fairweather Friends" From the album ...Like Clockwork (May 31, 2013)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

Featuring Sir Elton John on piano and backing vocals.

[black-quadrant]

someone's anxiety needs to hear this:

they haven't moved on while you've been gone. it may look it because they're active in other things, but that doesn't mean your seat has been taken. you haven't lost any value in your absence. they'll just be happy to see you again.

[dustedmagazine]

The Umbrellas — Fairweather Friend (Slumberland)

The Umbrellas’ second album opens with a shimmer of cymbal, a bobbling pogo stick of bass, a jagged slash of guitar, hitting harder from the get-go than in the dream-poppy self-titled. Two distinct personalities emerge from songs which alternate lead singers. “Three Cheers,” and indeed, all the cuts lead sung by Matt Ferrara, leans hard into Postcard Records/C86-ish pop. Here especially, Ferrara’s scrappy heartfelt vocals give off a good whiff of Orange Juice’s Edwyn Collins, and his dueling, scrabbling guitar jangle with Morgan Stanley evokes harder, more angular bands of the era, like Fire Engines.

Then, when Stanley takes the mic, the sonics turn softer and more expansive. In careening “Goodbye,” she starts the verse against the dry tinder of drumming (that’s Keith Frerichs), the playful hop of bass (Nik Oka) then twirls and swirls in giddy “bah bah bahs” at the chorus. Her songs have the barbed sweetness of the Aislers Set and Camera Obscura.

The two switch off, both between and within songs, and some of the best cuts are the ones where they both sing. “Gone” jangles dizzily around Ferrara’s rough, pitchy romanticism, while Stanley volleys in angelic, perfect descants in a dream-scented soprano.

The Umbrella’s debut was a pleasure, but Fairweather Friend aims at deeper feelings, sharper guitar play and more rambunctious rhythms. The closing “PM” feels like it’s going to be an introspective ending, as liquid, lyrical guitars crisscross and Ferrara channels hurt and confusion. But it kicks up in a surprising way, ratcheting up the power chords, rumbling up some drums, and inviting Stanley in from the wings to lead feathery layers of melodic ecstasy. The Umbrellas have always offered bashed up, joyriding sweetness, but here they reach at—and intermittently attain—a Spector-esque wall of rock ‘n roll sound. Even better, that larger scale doesn’t undermine the vulnerability of their songs, but instead amplifies and clarifies it.

Jennifer Kelly

[weedle-testaburger]

when people talk about how magical their irl gay friendship groups are i get so jealous bc my main experience of an 'irl gay friendship group' was the trainwreck that was my uni's lgbtq soc, where a truscum who unironically called people sjws got me kicked out for making fun of him