#frattie

[femalemaleangel]

sharing this interview footage i found from after the 2005 world junior game vs USA

[swappedman]

The Fratty Jacksons Part 1

The Jackson family had been looking forward to their trip to Exchange Island for months. Liz, the 14-year-old, had read about it in a travel magazine. It was described as a tropical paradise with a unique twist: every guest on the island would temporarily swap bodies with another visitor. Her mom and dad thought it sounded like a fun and enlightening experience, while her younger brothers—Sam (11), Max (8), and Oliver (6)—were just excited for beaches and adventure.

When they arrived, the island staff welcomed them warmly, explaining how the body-swapping process worked. After signing the consent forms, the family was guided to a set of sleek, silver pods. The instructions were simple: step inside, relax, and let the process begin.

Liz held onto Oliver’s hand nervously as the countdown began. A flash of light filled the pod, and when it faded, Liz gasped. She looked down and froze. Instead of her usual skinny jeans and sneakers, she was wearing swim trunks. Her legs were muscular and tanned, and her arms felt heavy with newfound strength. She touched her face, now rougher and angular.

“What the—?!” she exclaimed, her voice deep and unfamiliar.

She turned to her family and barely recognized them. Her mom stood there in the body of a tall, sandy-haired young man, staring at her hands in disbelief. Her dad flexed his new biceps with a mixture of shock and amusement.

“This… is wild,” her dad said, his new deep voice booming as he ran his hands over his six-pack. “I haven’t looked like this in decades!”

“Mom?” Liz asked cautiously, staring at the man beside her who now wore her mother’s worried expression.

“Oh, Liz, it’s me!” her mom replied, with her new athletic appearance. “This is… a lot to take in.”

The boys were thrilled. Oliver, now in the body of a tall, scruffy-haired young man, spun around in circles, grinning. “I feel so big! Look how far I can reach!” he shouted, waving his long arms around.

Sam, now in the body of a young man with a buzz cut, laughed as he kicked at the sand. “I can run so fast now!” he said, darting down the beach at a speed his shorter legs had never allowed before.

“Guys, wait!” Liz called, instinctively trying to corral her brothers. But her new voice made her sound more like a frat boy than a big sister.

The family spent their first day stumbling through their new reality. Liz found herself uncomfortably self-aware of her unfamiliar body. Walking along the beach, she crossed her arms over her broad chest out of habit, forgetting she no longer needed to be self-conscious. Her mom and dad, on the other hand, couldn’t stop marveling at their newfound strength and energy. Her mom even tried a handstand on the beach, laughing when she toppled into the sand.

The boys took full advantage of their new bodies, running and jumping with endless enthusiasm. Max, who was usually shy about trying new things, challenged Sam to a race, and the two of them spent hours playing in the sand, their laughter carrying on the breeze.

As the days went on, the family began to adjust. Liz discovered that she was good at volleyball with her new height and coordination, and she joined a pickup game with other guests. Her dad mastered paddleboarding, while her mom reveled in the chance to dance at the resort’s evening luau without feeling self-conscious. Even Oliver, despite missing his favorite toy cars, admitted he liked being “big” for a while.

By the end of the week, the Jacksons had learned a lot about themselves. Liz realized she could be more confident, even in her own body. Her parents rediscovered their playful sides, and the boys learned that there was more to life than video games and toys.

When it was time to return to their original bodies, Liz felt a pang of nostalgia. The trip had been strange, hilarious, and unforgettable. As the flash of light restored them to their true forms, Liz looked around at her family.

“Okay,” her dad said, brushing the sand off his jeans, “who else feels like they just lived through the craziest dream ever?”

Liz laughed. “Definitely not something we’ll forget anytime soon.”

And as they boarded the ferry to head to the airport, the Jacksons knew this was one vacation they’d be telling stories about for years to come.

[jellybracelet]

Oh okehy 😭

Source

[kitsunetsuki]

Bijoux Fratti, Vogue Italia, 1970, from Fashion Jewellery: Made in Italy by Deanna Farneti Cera (2013)

[henswilsons]

s1 moments that make me scream 14/?

[leclercskiesahead]

Okay bro

[cristalconnors]

ALBUMS OF THE YEAR, 2024

Honorable Mentions: (alphabetical) Akoma, Jlin / Box for Buddy, Box for Star, This is Lorelei / Charm, Clairo / Cutouts and Wall of Eyes, The Smile / A Dog's Chance, Polo Perks <3 <3 <3, AyooLii, & FearDorian / Dunya, Mustafa / Dust Devil, Naemi / EELS, Being Dead / Great Doubt, Astrid Sonne / Groovy Steppin Sh*t, Lisha G & Trini Viv / Izigqinamba, Phelimuncasi & Metal Preyers / ORQUÍDEAS, Kali Uchis, Queridão, DJ Anderson do Paraíso / Starchris, Body Meat / Your Day Will Come, Chanel Beads

30. PHASOR, HELADO NEGRO

29. NIGHT REIGN, AROOJ AFTAB

28. ACROSS THE TRACKS, BOLDY JAMES & CONDUCTOR WILLIAMS

27. #RICHAXXHAITIAN, MACH-HOMMY

26. MARCIOLOGY, ROC MARCIANO

25. LEAVE ANOTHER DAY, MILAN W.

24. TEN FOLD, YAYA BEY

23. SHADOWBOX, MAVI

22. STILL, ERIKA DE CASIER

21. IMAGINAL DISK, MAGDALENA BAY

20. ONLY GOD WAS ABOVE US, VAMPIRE WEEKEND

19. FREE ENERGY, DUMMY

18. SENTIR QUE NO SABES, MABE FRATTI

17. PIEDRAS 1 & 2, NICOLÁS JAAR

16. MY METHOD ACTOR, NILÜFER YANYA

15. MANNING FIREWORKS, MJ LENDERMAN

14. OH MY GOD- THAT'S SO ME, OKAY KAYA

13. DIAMOND JUBILEE, CINDY LEE

12. I LAY DOWN MY LIFE FOR YOU, JPEGMAFIA

11. PERCEIVE ITS BEAUTY, ACKNOWLEDGE ITS GRACE, SHABAKA

10. WORLD OF WORK, CLARISSA CONELLY

9. TWO STAR & THE DREAM POLICE, MK.GEE

8. BRIGHT FUTURE, ADRIANNE LENKER

7. ULTIMATE LOVE SONGS COLLECTION, DORIS

6. SOMETHING IN THE ROOM SHE MOVES, JULIA HOLTER

5. THE COLLECTIVE, KIM GORDON

4. NIGHT PALACE, MOUNT EERIE

3. #GIGI, SKAIWATER

2. HERE IN THE PITCH, JESSICA PRATT

1. BRAT, CHARLI XCX

[pocketgalaxies]

"FUCK THAT IT'S GIRL TIME. GIRL TIME! G I R L T I M E."

"WOO!"

"GET OUT! IT'S GIRL TIME!!"

"YEAH! HYUHHHH!!!"

[underachievers-please-try-harder]

Best of 2024

These were my favourite albums of 2024:

Charli XCX - Brat

Fontaines D.C. - Romance

Cindy Lee - Diamond Jubilee

Clarissa Connelly - World of Work

English Teacher - This Could Be Texas

Mabe Fratti - Sentir Que No Sabes

Beth Gibbons - Lives Outgrown

Floating Points - Cascade

Doechii - Alligator Bites Never Heal

Jamie xx - In Waves

Alan Sparhawke - White Roses, My God

The Smile - Wall of Eyes

Mannequin Pussy - I Got Heaven

Beyoncé - Cowboy Carter

Kim Deal - Nobody Loves You More

Tierra Whack - World Wide Whack

Kneecap - Fine Art

Billie Eilish - Hit Me Hard and Soft

Erika de Casier - Still

Tyler, The Creator - Chromakopia

Caribou - Honey

Kim Gordon - The Collective

Clairo - Charm

Personal Trainer - Still Willing

Father John Misty - Mahashmashana

My favourite songs of 2024 were:

Charli XCX - Von Dutch

Chappell Roan - Good Luck, Babe!

Fontaines D.C. - Starburster

Jade - Angel of my Dreams

naafi - Magnolia

Click here for a longer playlist of music I enjoyed in 2024.

[grantmentis]

Fratkin13: the girls are heatin’ up

[dtpreek]

[an-obstinate-plethora]

Putting on a show

[swappedman]

The Fratty Jacksons Final Part

For Ryan, Jake, Connor, Matt, Brad, and Luke, their annual “brocation” was supposed to be a week of sun, surf, and no responsibilities. Exchange Island sounded like the perfect spot—a tropical getaway with a bizarre twist. The idea of swapping bodies with someone else for a week sounded hilarious, especially after a few beers. They all figured it would be a fun prank to pull on each other, but none of them were prepared for what actually happened.

When they stepped into the transition pods, they were full of jokes. “What if I get stuck in the body of some old dude?” Brad laughed, flexing his muscles. Moments later, a flash of light overtook them, and the world went white.

Ryan was the first to come to. He blinked, confused by how low the pod suddenly felt. “What the—?” he mumbled, his voice high-pitched and unfamiliar. He glanced down and froze. His arms were short, his legs even shorter, and his hands were tiny. He was wearing a collared shirt, tucked neatly into little shorts.

“Guys?” he called out, his voice cracking. He stumbled out of the pod and saw five other small figures. Jake, now with blond curls and a freckled face, was staring at his hands in horror. “Bro, I’m a kid! What happened?”

Connor, who was now barely four feet tall and missing a front tooth, looked at his reflection in the polished pod. “No way. This can’t be real.”

Matt, in the body of a sandy-haired, wide-eyed six-year-old, clutched his sides. “I feel so small. And weak. This is a nightmare.”

The realization hit all of them at once: they were in the bodies of a family. Not just any family—a picture-perfect, matching-outfits-on-vacation family.

“Dude, look at us!” Brad exclaimed, now in the body of the dad. He patted his chest and groaned. “I’ve got dad vibes.”

Luke, who was now the mom, ran his fingers through his long hair in disbelief. “This… this is too much. How do I even—?” He froze, looking at the kids. “Wait, am I their mom now? Oh, no. Nope. Nope.”

They were all so distracted by their predicament that they barely noticed the real Jackson family—now in their athletic, toned bodies—cheering and running off down the beach, whooping at their new physiques.

The frat boys, meanwhile, were left to figure out how to navigate their new reality.

Day one was a disaster. Luke, still in denial about being in a mom’s body, accidentally burned dinner while trying to figure out how to cook. Ryan and Connor—now the younger boys—were forced to endure naptime because none of them could figure out how to avoid the overly attentive resort staff. Jake, who was now in the body of the 14-year-old daughter, spent most of the day sulking.

“I can’t believe I’m a teenage girl,” he muttered, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, well, I’m your mom,” Luke snapped, adjusting his sundress with a scowl.

By day three, the group started to adapt—kind of. They realized that no one took them seriously, which made it nearly impossible to enjoy any of the resort’s adult activities. “Hey, we’ll just act like kids,” Connor suggested.

“Works for me,” Ryan said with a shrug.

The next day, they went all in. They built sandcastles, splashed in the shallow waves, and even entered the resort’s limbo contest. Brad, stuck as the dad, tried to win over the other parents by talking about lawn care and barbecue techniques, but it didn’t go well.

By the time the week ended, the frat boys had developed an odd respect for the family lifestyle. “Dude,” Brad said, lounging in the family cabana, “this dad life is exhausting.”

“No kidding,” Luke said, sipping on his mocktail. “Moms are superheroes. I don’t know how they do this every day.”

Ryan, meanwhile, found himself surprisingly attached to the carefree world of a six-year-old. “I kind of get why kids have so much fun,” he said, digging his toes into the sand. “No responsibilities. Just, like… living.”

When the day came to step back into the transition pods, they were more than ready to reclaim their original bodies. As the flash of light restored them to their tall, athletic selves, they couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the week.

“That was insane,” Jake said, flexing his arms. “But… kind of fun, right?”

“Yeah,” Brad agreed, grinning. “Maybe next year, we try something a little less… humbling.”

And with that, they left Exchange Island with a new appreciation for both their own lives and the chaos of family vacations.

[jellybracelet]

The CW's being really pauuuhhwzitive

[homehauntsyou]

very upsetting that how attractive i find young jared when he’s wearing a necklace

[fetichesonoro]

Fetiche Sonoro’s Best Albums of 2024

Hey people! Nowadays music albums are an underappreciated art form and we believe that an album is like a photograph of the current creative stage of an artist or band so we are very excited to tell you that these are the five best ones of this year.

Por Cesárea by Dillom

This work serves as a raw and ironic exploration of our most intrusive thoughts. Dylan León Masa, a 23-year-old artist originally from Argentina, has already made his mark across genres like trap, punk, and rap. He is rapidly emerging as one of the most promising talents in Latin American music, and this album has the potential to be the standout concept album of the year. It defies classification, seamlessly blending elements of neo-soul, alternative rock, garage rock, and experimental trap.

Sentir Que No Sabes by Mabe Fratti

Mabe Fratti's rapidly expanding discography welcomes a surprising and approachable addition that stays true to her avant-garde roots. Rich in melody, full of unexpected twists, and undeniably captivating, this work shines. Amid the darkness and melancholy of her cinematic soundscapes, the Guatemalan experimentalist finds a perfectly groovy balance.

Las Letras Ya No Importan by Residente

On Las letras ya no importan, Residente demonstrates that music’s true power lies in its ability to inspire and provoke thought. This album, which feels like a culmination of his legacy, brings together remarkable singles like René and This is Not America, preserving them under one roof. The Puerto Rican artist also showcases his evolution, moving past the era of rap battles and trivial personal feuds to embrace the boundless nature of art, transcending any rigid definition.

Gemelo by Angélica García

This dynamic and multifaceted hybrid-pop record takes listeners on a vivid journey through the many stages and expressions of grief. Angélica Garcia's latest album, a masterful creation from the songwriter and pop visionary, draws its name from the concept of the twin self, the intuitive, inner counterpart within each of us.

Sangre Sucia by Ángeles Toledano

The Andalusian artist makes a striking debut with Sangre Sucia, a powerful album that delves into themes of covens and menstrual blood, celebrating the raw and "impure" facets of life. It pays homage to the blood that marks the journeys of women and even nods to Hermione Granger—dubbed "dirty" as a Muggle-born—creating a fusion of flamenco, alt-pop, and Harry Potter-inspired storytelling. Rooted in tradition, the album incorporates modern language and aesthetics, blending electronic elements with influences from various genres.