#had this in my drafts for over a week but never queued it lol

[shortmexicangirl]

phoebe bridgers x drowning (in plain sight)

was listening to i know the end by phoebe bridgers and realised all the ways i could link it to @buggachat’s fic drowning (in plain sight) and OHHHH i had many thoughts! finished reading it the other week but this fic has had such a hold on me please if u somehow haven’t read it already DO IT NOW!

anyways i don’t really draw,, like ever,, (i literally drew this on goodnotes lmao) so don’t squint too hard at the anatomy or positioning or details or anything really just WALK with me here

also honourable mention to the lyrics:

‘out in the park we watch the sunset / talking on a rusty swing set / after a while you went quiet and i got mean / i’m always pushing you away from me / but you come back like gravity’

because DAMN if that doesn’t sum up ladynoir’s entire dynamic in this fic

individual sketches under cut

[azurezra]

man. today has been, something. started off by queuing up some TMR songs. that was. fun. ended up searching for the SEED song lyrics in an attempt to karaoke like the old days. and ended up stumbling upon the name of an old LJ friend in the translation credits, ah,hahahahaa...hah. (;_; )

somehow or other i next decided to check if 平川地一丁目 was on spotify and uh, gee, two separate artist pages. "Hirakawachiitchome" and "Hirakawachi 1Chome"... weird. one had their early stuff, the other was 3 2020's releases... i d k. made a playlist because i still do not fully comprehend HOW TF to use this godawful app. soon enough noticed how tHE ONE. WHOLE. UNAVAILABLE SONG. 「君のくつ」 i immediately recognised the title it was one of the FIRST I EVER HEARD, and thus SURELY the MOST nostalgic and... goddamn.

cue an attempt to listen to it ELSEWHERE? youtube just showed me. a cover. o-ohhh but it WAS, *VERY* nostalgic!!! but NOT THEM. so, i tried another site. it was a *japanese* lyrics site. it actually had a link. to a youtube video. region block. of. course. ........so, my DUMB ASS has just never bothered with a vpn in all these years (used to use proxies on occasion, but...) —so i did not have one handy!! but after NOT TOO MUCH STRUGGLE, i found a jp one (and the site actually seemed familiar? h-huh...) AND GOT IT TO WORK

AND LISTENED TO THE SONG!!! HELL YEAH, NOSTALGIA

....and then the eventual emotional crash. sigh.

i didn't even listen to the pl yet or discover any other songs i used to know, great! and nvm the idea to try to d/l the song cos even tho i HAD it, who knows, now? but ofc MY vpn didn't do jack shit for the mp3 converter websites accessing it from hell knows where. and again. i'm too dumb, to solve, these fucking issues!!

...

so then there was yesterday's shit. the power got shut off by 11am, curtailing my original plans for TMR. unable to even do chores, and lacking ANY offline activities or crafts in this hellhole, i ended up... reading —INITIALLY ONE. and then, ONE BY ONE— ALL, of my, ancient ass, OC writings. the ones i made like a single file each for, thought about in bed for days/weeks until the next ""idée fixe"" took over, but then eventually neglected in favour of my "top 3"...

well there was ACTUALLY some good/cute stuff. a LOT of cringe stuff. shameless asides laughing at my own cringe-but-free writing ability. peppered here & there with many an ancient ass meme phrase i hadn't heard in a decade+

and ofc, far too much, incomplete scenes, suddenly stopped, SOMETIMES NOTED with, "i'll write that later" and then i never. did. (and yet i KNOW there were more scenes??? so it was. thought up in bed. and never typed up....) (;_; )

well that was FUN. ...until the crash. from the high. and the power was still off ofc. *power eventually paid & resolved by 7pm* BUT. the damage was already done.

brain now overloaded with "freshly unearthed" thoughts about ALL of my OCs, not just my top 3 stories.... oh, god.

a-and THEN i started wondering how they looked? i.e. my pathetic maplestory sprites created in bannedstory (rip in pieces)

and so i. eventually dug into my dropbox. o-oh god. SOME ARE. SOOOOOOOOCUTE. SOME ARE. SO ugly. l-lol. cry. "they'll look better when i finally draw them! these are just design drafts!" .......CRYYYYYY.

and NOW i'm plagued by thoughts of posting them, but even MORE tormented by:

a.) not being to edit or adjust any!!! fucking pixels!! on ipad!!

b.) even CROPPING the massive "collages" is a HUGE PAIN on the ipad???

c.) there are multiple versions, across different images, made at different times— and SOME charas look better in one, while others look better in another?!? MORE CUT PASTE CROP EDIT HELL

...nvm all these .bsproj files that can no longer be accessed or loaded up and edited and.... cries. GOD I BET EVEN IF ANY SUCCESSOR APP TRIED TO IMPLEMENT THEM, THEY'D LACK THE ABILITY TO READ THE COLOUR ADJUSTMENTS I TOOK ENTIRELY TOO MUCH ADVANTAGE OF a-and then if i loaded 'em up. HORRID, AWFUL ORANGE HAIR THAT I HAD DESATURATED TO SOME SEMBLANCE OF "SILVER", OR GREEN EYES HUE SHIFTED TO TEAL OR, OR, OR—

[swiftful-thinking13]

Bella I love you sm!!!!! Can you share your secret sessions experience??

enjoy! <3

When I was a young and spry 20 year old, @taylorswift​ stalked this blog for two weeks straight. Leading up to secret session, she liked posts from me every single day around the same time. It was quite literally the most terrifying time of my life. Anyway, one day I was sitting on my couch and I received a DM that changed my entire life. I sprinted downstairs to show my dad, and his response was a very calm and collected, “cool!” I ran into my room and started jumping up and down. The excitement I felt was unmatched. I had three days to mentally, emotionally, and physically prepare for the greatest day of my life. On that faithful Sunday, I made my way to the meeting place. I pulled up to the valet and they asked straight away if I was there for “The Taylor thing.” At this point I had no idea what to expect. I didn’t even want to believe it was actually secret session because I didn’t want to get my hopes up LMAO. Anyway, I checked in and started chatting with a few other girls. This is also when I met one of my best Australian friends aka @in-her-wildest-dreams! I could not BELIEVE that she was there. We were all jittery with excitement when they announced that it was time to start heading over to Taylor’s house. On the bus ride there, they played Taylor’s music so we were all singing along while shitting ourselves. After we arrived at her house, it was announced to us that were at secret session and we all lost our fucking minds. We hung out in her backyard, eating snacks, looking out at the GORGEOUS view from her backyard, and socializing with everyone else. I talked with Tree for awhile, and she was ridiculously nice and welcoming. She asked me where I was from and I said “here” LOL (it was only a half-hour drive from my house). After eating sushi on her jacuzzi ledge, it was time for the ~session~. My friends and I queued up first and we ended up sitting directly in front of her chair. I thought I was actually going to die at this point. I don’t think I let go of my friend’s hand that entire time LOL. Out of nowhere, the whole room erupted in blood-curdling screams. This was the moment. This was it. I turned around, and I spotted my hero in her tall, beautiful, curly-haired glory. Nothing felt real in this moment. I had tears in my eyes and the world moved in slow motion. She had to climb over like 70 people to reach the chair that stood three feet in front of me. This is going to sound weird and creepy, but when she sat down, I could not stop staring at her. She is hands down the most beautiful and electric soul I have ever had the honor of being in the presence of. Her whole aura is warmth. She spoke so eloquently and made everyone feel special for being there. I could have sat there and listened to her talk all day. At this point, I won’t give you any details about what happened during this part because I swore on my life to keep her words and stories private unlike other disloyal, dumbass rep sessioners :) However, I will tell you that Taylor and I danced together, we aggressively sang “gorgeous” to each others’ faces, she sang soooo many lyrics to my face that are branded on my heart forever, she personally asked me to help pass out the rep magazines, she laughed at me at least 5 different times because of my dramatic reactions to her spicy lyrics, and at the end of new year’s day my friends and I bowed at her feet. It was ICONIC. After we heard the album, she left the room and left us to look through the rep magazines. People began lining up to meet her and that’s when I made the conscious decision to stay behind and chill out on her floor with my friend. We couldn’t stop raving about reputation and how perfect it is. We spent at least 2-3 hours sitting on Taylor’s rug and eating snacks until the line died down. Finally, around 12:45am, we got in line. This was the moment I waited for since I was 9 years old. As we stood in line, the girl in front of me kept talking to me, which was annoying because I was trying to draft in my head what I was going to say to Taylor. The funniest moment of the night was when it was the girl in front of me’s turn to meet Taylor and I SHOVED this poor girl into Taylor’s arms. The girl was talking to me while I could see Taylor looking at her so I quickly turned this bitch around and I shoved her into the room. Taylor, TN, and her security all JUMPED LMAO I literally thought they were going to kick me out for doing that but it was chill. The girl behind me was laughing so much because I literally pushed this poor girl into Taylor’s arms kfjgdhsjakl anyway…it was finally my turn and I’ll NEVER forget her face. Her entire being lit up and we went in for a giant hug. It was one of those tight hugs where you sway with the person and hold them for a little too long *maybe I’m tearing up while writing this lmao*. It felt like reuniting with an old friend. I wasn’t nervous at all. I was surprisingly cool, calm, and collected. I told her everything I wanted to tell her and she was as kind and gracious as I could have ever dreamed. She spent the first five minutes of our conversation complimenting ME. She was like “You’re so beautiful! You are SO lovely! You have the most beautiful smile! I love your dress! You are the SWEETEST” and I was just like ??? how the FUCK is this real life rn??? She held my hands the whole time and even complimented my snake ring. She put her hand next to mine and said, “twins!” We were also wearing the same nail polish. I spoke to her about something private and it was just…beautiful? therapeutic? spiritual? it was everything. She could not have been more kind and reassuring. The funniest part of our interaction was when it was time for our picture. She is the one who suggested that we hug in the picture. She said, “you’re so cute and tiny, let’s do a hugging one!” After we got into position, the photographer took the picture and said, “ooop, let’s do another one.” So we took another one. The photographer then said, “Taylor…STOP BLINKING.” Taylor was fucking ADORABLE omg she was like “oh my god, I’m so so sorry!” to me and I was like “GIRL NO WORRIES IT’S FINE” and FINALLY after the third take, we got our picture. I thanked her once again for having me and she hugged me tight and said, “You are the sweetest. Thank you for coming and promise me that you will get home safe?” We exchanged I love you’s and that was that. I was handed a goody bag, ushered back into a van, and was forced to digest what on earth just happened. Her body guard was so kind to me and offered to walk with me back to my car. He asked me if I had a good time and I said “it was the best day of my entire life” and he laughed. I got back to my car at 1:16 am and called my parents to tell them I was on my way home. They said that I was hysterical and completely incoherent, which makes sense. The drive home was a blur and so was the rest of that week. I don’t even remember going to class. All I remember is how loved and special I felt, all thanks to Taylor. After this experience, I feel even more fiercely protective of her than I did before, which I didn’t even think was possible. She’s like a big sister to me. I love her endlessly and I’ll support her until the end of time. 

[laindir]

*also drops Idol AU prompt here* because I KNOW YOU HAVE ONE LAWWWL and I want more :"DDD

/inCOHERENT YELLING lmAO

why did you bring up Idol AU ajghsfhdjashsj. okay, you know what? this is actually one of those AUs that I don’t think I’ll flesh out more or continue I’m bad at modern AU and don’t quite prefer them, so I’m just gonna dump the first paragraphs and the outline draft here. FOR YOUR AMUSEMENT. I hope you’re happy because this is just 100% nonsense and utter crack.

 He didn’t actually have to dothis, he knew. There were easier ways—waysthat didn’t include waking up before the crack of dawn at 4 A.M., just so hecould catch the earliest train at 5 A.M.and be one of the firsts in the line at six; ways that didn’t include standingfor three whole hours in the baking sun, sweat dripping off his temples; waysthat didn’t include jostling through the double doors with the rest of thecrowd once the bookstore opened at nine. He was, after all, one of the authorslisted in the latest BL anthology novel released in stores today—his agent had already sent him a copytwo weeks ago.

But Sorey didn’t mind the crowd or thecacophony of waiting in line. In fact, he quite enjoyed it, nervous energygrowing within him as he dug the heels of his feet into the ground, eyes brightwith anticipation. He liked mingling inconspicuously in the crowd of fans, hisidentity as one of their beloved BL writers unbeknownst to them. Theirconversations and discussions gave him a good grasp of what fans liked anddisliked about his current works, and their expectations for future projects.It also allowed him to share the excitement of being a fan, though instead ofwaiting in purchase the BL anthology like everyone else, he was really lookingto purchase an entirely different book—thelimited signed edition of archaeologist and explorer Michael Shepherd.

Michael Shepherd wasn’t exactly a popular literary figure. His prose tendtowards the stilted, his characters too cardboard and unfortunate caricatures,his plot devices often weak and cliché. Fiction was clearly was not his forte,so thankfully he had really only attempted it once… maybe twice. Non-fiction however was an entirely different story. He wasrenowned in research circles for his academic writings and journals. And whenhe wrote features about his latest archaeological findings in the monthly Geographicsmagazine, his words danced across the pages, melodious like the sweetest poetry—Sorey couldn’t help but be simply enamoredby them.

Soreysqueezed through the crowd, looking for Shepherd’s signed copy of his mostrecent autobiography and travelling log through Bhutan.

Was about tograb the last copy, only to have the book snatched out of his reach by anotherperson, A Man So Beautiful he looked as though he had just stepped out of thepages of a modelling magazine, breathed to life by the gods. it took Sorey afull ten seconds to realise he had been staring wordlessly at those sculptedcheekbones and those disgustingly captivating eyes.

But now thebook Sorey had awoken up at 4A.M. and queued for three hours in the sun for wasout of his reach! And it was the limited signed copy too!! Who was this man and how did he beat him to it so quickly?!

Sorey didn’trealise it then but the Beautiful Man™  is Mikleo, a young male model relatively newto the scene that had started gaining popularity in recent months (because his manager had secured gigs for him on variety/idol shows airingon primetime TV).

Sorey alsodidn’t recognise Mikleo at first, because Mikleo had his shoulder-length hairtied up in an equally captivating and messy man-bun (lol) and waswearing tinted hippie glasses and a beret—all in a bidto hide his identity from his horde of adoring fans.

His fans don’tactually know Mikleo’s real name, as he goes by the stage name L. Rulay when doing modelling/TV work.

Mikleo wasthere for the book too, but unbeknownst to Sorey, he also happened to be related to Michael Shepherd, the famed archaeologistthat Sorey so admired. Michael was Mikleo’s wayward uncle that he didn’t reallydislike, but their relationship had always been strained throughout the years.

Michael hadrefused to be around for the book-signing (he’d never made any promises to his agent).Because his uncle supposedly ‘ditched’ the book signing, the agent beggedMikleo to stand in on his behalf instead.

Despite hisoverall disapproval of his uncle’s flightiness and periodic bouts ofunreliability, Mikleo respected his uncle’s academic works and really likes hisjournals too. And because Uncle Michael could sometimes be a bit of an ass, hedidn’t even bother to send his nephew a copy of his latest book. In fact, hedidn’t even inform Mikleo ahead of time when it was going to be released—Mikleo found out about the publishing date the same time the rest of thepublic did.

And that washow he and Sorey ended up bickering over the Last Copy of The Book™  in thestore.

They have aminor argument about it:-Mikleo: I was here first, so it makes sense it should rightfully be mine.Sorey: Um, but you snatched the book out of my hands.Mikleo: ….W-Well. I actually am related to Michael Shepherd, sothis copy’s mine to claim by familial rights anyway. Sorey: Wait, what?! We’re not living in 1600-1700 Edo Japan—there’s no such thing! You just want specialtreatment. And for all I know, you could be lying about him being your uncle!

Theirargument started to attract attention; one of the other customers finally recognised Mikleo—“OH, YOU’RE L. RULAY, ARENT YOU?? KYYAAHH CAN I HAVE A WEFIE WITH YOU??”

And suddenlya crowd of adoring fans swarmed towards him, much to his dismay!

Sorey toMikleo: “L. Rulay…? Wait, you mean you’re that male model featured on thismonth’s FINEBOYS magazine?!”

Mikleo,hissing back an angry whisper: “You don’t have to raise your voice like that?!”

Cue hilarityand Sorey and Mikleo both trying to inconspicuously find their way out from apacked bookstore filled with fan girls !

Sorey savesthe day by helping Mikleo escape through the back exit! They even managed tohold onto the book !

Mikleo,immensely grateful that they’d managed to escape, decided that Sorey shouldhave the book instead. Despite their tense first meeting, they laughed theincident off and re-introduced themselves again, properly this time.

Turns out,they’re both avid and voracious readers, with a shared interest in many things, especially in archaeology/worldhistory/geography.

Mikleo thenrealised Sorey (much to Sorey’s slight embarrassment) is the indie novelistknown in BL circles as “Kamui”. They hit it off pretty well and exchangedbusiness cards.

A few dayslater, Mikleo’s manager (Rose?? LOL) wants to strangle him because tabloidreporters got a shot of him and Sorey leaving the bookstore together and there arenow scandalous rumours splashed all over the news that they were D A T I N G.

Rose: WHOSAID YOU WERE ALLOWED TO DATE AND HOW DARE YOU CHOOSE SOMEONE WHO’S ACTUALLYALMOST AS HOT AS YOU !! THIS IS A DISASTER, FANS WILL THINK YOU’RE NOT A VIRGINANYMORE!

Distressedat his supposedly smeared name and at Rose threatening murder in cold blood, Mikleowent to look for Sorey again, crashing through his apartment door:-Mikleo: WENEED TO FIX THIS MAJOR MISUNDERSTANDING OR MY SHOT AT IDOL CAREER IS RUINED IFTHEY THINK I’M NOT SINGLE ANYMORE. ROSE WILL CRUCIFY ME! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT.Sorey: BUT WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? AND HOW IS THIS EVEN MY FAULT?!Mikleo: WHY ARE YOU GOOD-LOOKING?! Sorey: HUH??Mikleo: LOOK, JUST TELL ROSE THAT WE ARE ACTUALLY CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS WHOFELL OUT OF TOUCH AND RECONNECTED AGAIN. OH, THAT’S RIGHT, BROS—WE’RE JUST BROS, NOTHING MORE. Sorey: Listen, all I wanted was just a book. I didn’t sign up for any of this!