#kleenex girl wonder

[nohoperadio]

I have email notifications for asks switched on which is how I know that @pc36thorn sent me an ask despite it not showing up in my inbox, I hope you're pestering support about that shadowban it's been a crazy long time now lmao:

who are some of your favorite musicians and how did you find out about them?

I've been obsessed with Kleenex Girl Wonder for the past nearly two years now, like obsessed on a level I haven't experienced since I was a teenager, there's been long stretches where I listened to basically nobody else. I found them in someone's rym reviews. The band is mostly one insanely prolific songwriter named Graham Smith who has been recording his own stuff since he was 15 and is somehow still going in his mid-40s despite having zero commercial success ever as far as I can see. Extremely varied output that's hard to sum up but "too many words" (affectionate) is the main stylistic constant

The thing that's frustrating is that the one album that actually did achieve some micro-indie fame is Ponyoak (1999), but almost everything that came after that is 1000x more interesting... the one that ultimately sucked me in was The Comedy Album, which is not a comedy album but an album that's sort of about comedy, sometimes as a means to being about other things?

It's hard to recommend because it's like 80 minutes long and changes genre every few tracks, but I mean I think the first track "Parody Music" is an excellent introduction and the last track "Like Lena Dunham" is possibly the best song written this century. If that's worth anything. I'm obviously not happy to have to report that a song about being obsessed with a girl who looks like Lena Dunham has moved me more than almost anything else on this earth but there's nothing I can do about that.

[thetexasjerusalemcrossroads]

kleenex girl wonder - "i cut myself in half"

[rorytunes]

11, 12, 42 music asks!

Hi Finch and thank you for asking!!

11. Favorite songwriter?

That's a rough one. I think George Harrison's lyrics and instrumentals have stuck with me the most, since of course my parents love the Beatles and that's what I'd hear them playing as a kid. Lou Reed, Brian Wilson, and Johnny Marr and Morrissey (together) would be up there. I think Stevie Nicks is brilliant as well.

12. Who’s the most obscure artist you listen to?

I'm forgetting some (ironic, I know), but I'd say Kleenex Girl Wonder would be up there. He has around 2,800 Spotify listeners at time of writing, and also the best album art I've ever seen:

A lot of his album Ponyoak (which bears that art) is really great lo-fi indie rock.

I think honorable mentions who I don't listen to much (but I certainly have) are Her Majesty's Finest (15 Spotify listeners?), the guitarist of whomst was friends with my mum and bought her the entry-level acoustic guitar which is now mine, and also Terrible People, a midwest emo-esque band with 521 listeners. This is a very pretty and very short song by them:

42. Your favorite(s) “no skips” album(s): Oh that's tricky. These may be a bit cliche but I will say:

Is This It - The Strokes

Twin Fantasy - Car Seat Headrest

Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots - The Flaming Lips

Speaking in Tongues - Talking Heads

Either/Or - Elliot Smith

[tenderlady]

finally.........a decent weekly.........

[anyamaris]

Consequences

Word Count-3592

Summary-After waking from a horrible nightmare, you reach out to your friend. When he shows up, he offers a different kind of comfort that could change things forever.

Pairing- BFF!Yeosang x Fem!reader

Trope-Friends to lovers AU

Warnings-Vulgarity, sexual language, dirty talk, talk of nightmares, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up irl!), creampie, MINORS DNI 18+

Tags- @cultofdionysusnet @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yoonguurt @shinestarhwaa @babesindestroyland @lemonhongjoong @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @pyeonghongrie-main @flowerboykun @millennial-fangirl @ericssmile @kthpurplesyou

As always, thank you to @cafekitsune for use of the beautiful dividers!!!!

A/N-This started as a comfort fic...and well...as my Yeosang fics normally go, they become something else. It's a bit different than I originally intended and I'm a bit nervous posting this one...and I have no real reason why I feel that way so. Yeah. Love you all thank you for reading! 🤍💜🤍

“No…no! NO!” you scream, sitting upright in your bed, your heart pounding like mad.  Your hair is plastered to your forehead and you’re breathing like you’ve been running.  Immediately reaching out for your phone, you press your fist to your chest to try to get yourself under control.  

The nightmares had been bad lately and this one was extremely vivid.  You feel the tears streaming down your face as your panic and fear subside into the stark reality that it was not real.  Once the fight or flight ebbs out of your system, you’re wracked with exhaustion and relief mixed with the terrifying memories.  Fake memories, but memories nonetheless.  Without thinking, you open your phone and text your best friend.

You- Yeosang? Are you awake?

Yeo- Sort of. What’s going on?

You- Oh just had a bad dream.

Yeo- Another nightmare? Are you ok?

You- Yeah, I’m fine.  Sorry if I woke you back up when you’re trying to sleep. Night, Yeo.

You sigh and toss your phone, wondering why you’d bothered him.  Now your guilt is creeping in to blend with the fear and anxiety from the nightmare.  “Great.” you grumble out, sniffling and staring at the wall.  Pursing your lips, you just sniff then let out a sob, then another.  Before you know it, you’re bawling your eyes out. 

After a few minutes, your crying subsides to something manageable and you drag yourself from bed to go get some water.  The after nightmare sobbing always dehydrated you and tonight you were making sure you didn’t look like a zombie tomorrow.  Well…you think, catching a glimpse of yourself as you pass the hall mirror.  Maybe water wasn’t even going to help you.  Your eyes were red and puffy, as well as your nose, so you grab some kleenex angrily.  Blowing your nose, you wash your hands before you splash some water on your face.  

“Get your shit together, girl.” you say, shaking your head at yourself.  Finally making your way into your small kitchen, you are pulling out a water bottle as you hear your doorbell chime.  “The fuck?” you mumble, suspicious.  “Uh…hello?” you call out as you near the door.  Your heart lurches as you hear pounding on the door, then you almost fall against the wall as you hear Yeosang’s voice call out.  

“Y/n! Open the door, it’s just me!” “You jerk!” you say, yanking open the door.  Yeosang’s shocked look almost makes you laugh, if you weren’t so out of it you’d have probably teased him for it.  Instead, he makes his way in and you immediately turn around and go back into the kitchen for your forgotten water bottle.  

“Why are you here?” you ask, sniffing to try to make sure your nose wasn’t leaky.  That would be embarrassing, you think.  “What do you mean, why? You just ignored my last like….10 texts and didn’t answer your phone.  I figured you were not doing well…” he says, approaching you and laying a hand on your arm.  “I’m good.” you say, clearing your throat.  

The last thing you wanted was him taking too close of a look at your bare, puffy red face.  You place a hand over your eyes and feel your breath hitch.  “Hey…” he says softly, turning you towards him.  “You’re not good.  Have you been crying?” he asks, his tone still low and soothing.  You try to pull away but it’s half hearted and he tugs you towards him, pulling your hand away as he tilts your chin up.  Taking in your face, he frowns and makes a ‘tch’ noise.  Humiliated, you push at him but he just pulls you to his chest, petting your hair.  

“Hey, shh…it was a bad one, huh?” he asks, making soothing noises and you just feel everything well back up.  Then you’re crying again, gripping his shirt as he holds you.  “Yeo…” you manage and he just hushes you, swooping you up like you weigh nothing and carrying you to your room.  “Here, going to lay you down.” he says, leaning down to lay you on your blankets.  You wrap your arms tighter around his neck and you hear him laugh softly.  “I’m not going anywhere, don’t worry.” You relax a bit as he slips in next to you, holding you close as you curl tightly into him.  

You just feel his warm, strong hand on your back, calming you.  “Sorry, Yeosang….” you say, your voice muffled by his shirt.  “What are you sorry for?” he asks against your hair, drawing back to look down at you.  Sniffling, you look up at him and sigh at the concern in his eyes.  “Making you worry…being so silly over a dumb dream…snotting all over your shirt..” you say, ending in a soft laugh as you wipe at your eyes.  

He laughs softly with you, pulling over a small kleenex box for you.  Thankful, you grab a few of the tissues, sit up to turn to blow your nose all while your friend watches you.  “I’m not worried about my shirt.  Come here…” he says, pulling you back down beside him.  “Cry all over it.  I don’t care.” he says, brushing your hair back.  “Do you want to talk about it?” he asks, his eyes searching yours.  

Sighing, you look off as you try to remember some of the dream but shake your head.  “Just…some kind of library? I just felt trapped and torn apart…it was just…more terrifying in there.  It sounds stupid now.” you say, feeling silly.  “That sounds pretty awful, don’t say it’s stupid.” he murmurs, and your eyes go back to his.  “Why did you come all the way over here?” you ask him, and he just stares at you for a few seconds of silence before answering.  

“I told you, I was just worried.” he says, his eyes flicking up to your hair, his hand brushing it back again.  You just watch him, letting the comfortable silence go on as he lies close to you.  You glance down at the mess you’d left on his shirt and frown.  Grabbing one of the tissues, you attempt to wipe it, but it doesn’t help the wetness from your tears.  Wrinkling your nose, you look up at him.  “Really sorry.” you say again and he glances down at the spot, frowning at where you kept trying to wipe.  

Suddenly, your thoughts stray to the idea of just removing his shirt, and you can’t help but blink at your thoughts.  Yeosang, shirtless in your bed? Your need for comfort was so overwhelming that you found yourself wanting to be closer to him, more…intimate.

“Maybe it’s the nightmare…” you murmur, looking up at him, taking in his gorgeous face.  “Maybe-?” he starts but you cover his mouth with your hand.  “Yeosang…have you ever thought of me…?” you start but let it trail off as his brow furrows.  “Thought of you…? I don’t-” he says, but stops as your hand creeps up to his shoulder, then to the back of his neck.  You can hear his breath hitch and his eyes go wide.  

“Like…thought of me…sexually….?” you finally manage and this time it’s his cheeks reddening.  He swallows hard and the hand that was rubbing your back clenches the fabric of your shirt.  “I don’t think that's ... .why are you asking me this right now?” he whispers, his breathing a bit more ragged.  You take a chance and push yourself closer to him.  “Y/n…” he bites out, and you watch his jaw clench. Realizing that you’re probably upsetting him, you close your eyes and sigh, angry at yourself. 

“I’m sorry…I just…my brain is being weird, I am out of my mind.  I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable-” you start rambling, but he places his knuckle under your chin and tilts your head back up to look at him.  “Have you?” he asks, his dark eyes searching yours.  “I-have I?” you ask, mind blank at his intense stare.  “I..I…asked you first…” you mumble, trying to look away but he grabs your chin harder, forcing your eyes back to his intense stare.  

You can’t help but feel your cheeks heat up as the simple gesture has arousal pooling in between your legs.  Yes…yes you had thought of him that way. Would it be a bad idea to tell him that right now? Probably.  But… “I’m a guy, of course I’ve had thoughts like that…at least once..” he says and you snort a little at his cheeks going a darker shade of red.  

“Ah, so just normal things.  I guess I’m not really your type, given the girls you’ve dated.  Of course I’ve thought of you too, but yeah…I guess it’s normal right?” you find yourself rambling, trying your best to alleviate the nervousness this conversation had you feeling.   You were slowly pulling your hands back too, trying to put some distance between you both.  “Y/n.” Yeosang says, his low tone drawing your eyes back to his.  

“Are you done ranting?” he asks, and you just nod, blinking at him.  “Good.” he says, then the hand on your back splays out, his other leaving your chin to grip the back of your neck.  The moment his soft lips press against yours, you feel the room spin momentarily.  Lips? Lips? So soft…are your first thoughts before you can react.  When you finally are able to function again, your hands go into his hair and your mouth opens to him.

The groan that leaves his throat has you quivering already, his hard body pressing tightly against yours.  Your leg slides up to go over his hip and his hand is immediately cupping your ass, his fingers already yanking at the thin material of your pajama shorts.  His tongue meets yours tentatively as he tugs down your bottoms.  You’re pulling at his shirt and he pulls back to yank it over his head, tossing it on the floor.  Then he’s turning back to you, pulling yours off as well.  “Fuck.” he bites out as you’re left with just a thin lace bralette that covers nothing.  His eyes are dark and glazed as he leans you back, so he’s hovering over you.  “Yeosang…” you whimper and then your hands are tugging at the button of his pants.  His chest rises and falls with his heavy breathing as he watches you unzip, then tug them down.  

You hesitate momentarily, your eyes going to his, and his dart up to meet yours.  Nothing is said but there’s an unspoken check in that you both acknowledge.  This was the no turning back point.  Your hand grabs his, bringing it to your chest, pressing his palm against your nipple poking through the thin barrier.  A noise escapes his throat as you grip the waistband of his underwear with both hands, making sure to keep your eyes on his.  

Biting your lip, you let your eyes drift down his muscled body, resting on his long, hard length as you free him from his boxers.  He was thicker than you thought he would be.  If cocks could be pretty, his was one of the prettiest you’d seen.  His hand squeezes your breast, his thumb flicking across your tight nipple and you let out a small whine.  Your hands both reach out for him, wrapping around him in curiosity.  You hear him curse softly as you lick your lips and stroke the soft silky flesh wrapped around the steel underneath.  He was so  hard already and you couldn’t help but feel a zing of pride that he was like this for you.

“Yeosang….” you breathe out, and you look back up at him.  He moves to kick off his clothing, and your hands never leave him, slowly touching, starting to stroke him.  You watch as your friend kneels between your legs, finally completely naked and erect for you.  His hand brushes your hair back, much like he always did but this time….it was completely different.  You can’t help but watch him as you lean forward, taking the tip of him into your mouth.  

His guttural noises make you smile a bit as you roll your tongue around and taste him.  Every little dip and crease, every vein and smooth expanse of flesh you could find with your mouth, you make sure to appreciate.  Before long, you’re taking more and more of him into your mouth, his hand in your hair, urging you on.  “Y/n-” he gasps as you take as much of him as you can, feeling him pressing against the back of your throat.  “Nnnnggh-” you can only manage as he watches, sliding him out of your mouth, spit dripping before you wrap your fingers around him to stroke him again.  

As you wrap your lips around him again, he uses both hands to gently pull you back.  “Wait…wait…I can’t…take much more of that…” he murmurs, pressing you back and pressing himself between your legs.  Grunting, he sits back once more, grabbing your shorts and underwear, removing them with one powerful yank.  You gasp as he throws the garments and then spreads your legs, laying on top of you.  He tilts himself a bit to the side as his fingers dip into your soaked folds.  “You’re- fuck…” he chokes out, slipping a finger into you.  

“Yeosang…please…don’t tease me….” you whine and he looks up at your face.  Your pink cheeks and parted lips have him breathing audibly as he drops down to kiss you once more.  “Need you…please…!” you manage to say into his mouth, your hands gripping his shoulders, digging your nails in.  You lift your hips, your eyes pleading with his and he doesn’t hesitate for a moment as he guides himself to your needy entrance.  “Please!” you cry out as he thrusts himself completely into you, your walls taking him eagerly.  His hips immediately pull back just to drive himself back into you before you can even get in a breath.  “Yeosang!” you wail and he curses as he adjusts himself, so he’s propped up, his forearm beside your head as he sets a pace that has your body shaking under him with the force.  You draw your legs up to wrap around him as he yanks down your bralette, his mouth seeking your tight nipple.  

You can feel his moans and hums against the sensitive bud as he continues to fuck into you, pulling out cries and whimpers from you.  There is a popping noise as his mouth leaves one tit, just to travel to the other and give it the same attention.  Your hands are in his hair, pulling the silky strands as you feel yourself tighten around him.  “Yeosang! I’m-” is all you can manage before he presses down with a thrust instead of pulling back, grinding himself into you.  Your body jerks as an orgasm rips through you, flooding around him and his arms go around you, as he holds himself against you while you ride your high.  As your body goes limp, he pulls back once more to begin thrusting into you again.

“Oh god!” you moan out and he pulls back to look down at you.  There is sweat beading on his forehead and his jaw is clenched as his dark eyes study your face.  You can only watch as he fucks you, taking in the sheer intensity of his expression.  His nose is wrinkled with the effort he’s putting into his hips and just watching him has the coil in your abdomen tightening all over again.  

“Again?” he pants out and you let your hands drop a bit to hold his hips, biting your lip as your walls tremble around him.  “Fuck, your pussy is so hot and tight.” he bites out and your breath catches as he rolls his hips with his thrusts, hitting your clit.  You cry out and jerk under him, a grin forming on his face as he realizes he has hit a very sensitive spot.  “You like…” he says, rolling his hips again, “that?” you whine as your body spasms involuntarily and he slows down a bit.  Dropping down so his mouth is hovering right over yours, he grinds himself against you again.  

“Yeo!” you scream, your face heating up from being so close yet again.  “Yeah? You gonna cum all over me again?” he asks and you let out a mewl, his lips brushing yours.  “Cum all over my dick? Soak your sheets for me? Get me nice and soaked from your pussy juices?” he’s whispering and you can’t even breathe as you do just as he says.  “Fuck yes, cum for me baby girl..” he is cooing and you are grasping onto him as you writhe under him.  “Fuck, you feel so good around me..” he groans out, rocking his hips against you.  

The ache from cumming twice makes you shudder as he pulls back, pulling out of you. “What-?” you whisper, shocked but he’s hushing you as he rolls onto his back, grabbing your leg to pull it over him.  “Come here.” he demands and you comply, straddling him.  He pulls you down to pry your lips open with his tongue, his hand in your hair.  His other is cupping the soft flesh of your breast, tweaking your nipple lightly.   You whimper into his mouth then, you draw back to sit up on him. 

Placing a hand on his chest, you grip him to guide him back into you.  “Oh god,” he moans out as you sink down onto him.  “Ride me, fuck….ride me and let me see you cum on me…” he urges in his deep voice and you’re already rolling your hips, sliding up and down on him.  “Yeosang…” you moan and he nods at you.  “Yes, just like that, let me watch you.  You’re so fucking hot…” he breathes out and you feel your body tremble at his words.  

This was so much more than you ever thought it would be like between you two.  And his hands digging into your hips, helping to lift you, to pull you back down has you bouncing on him.  “Oh my-I-I–....it’s-” you keep trying to speak but he is just soothing you, encouraging your movement with his hands.  His eyes are full of desire and appreciation as he watches you.  “Don’t talk, just fuck me.  Let me hear your wet pussy as you ride my cock…” he says and you spasm around him, drawing out a cry from his lips.  You reach down to take one of his hands and bring it to your chest, holding his hand against your tit as you feel the beginnings of yet another orgasm.  

“Yeosang…please….” you cry out, his hand gripping your breast, kneading it as you start to clench around him.  “Cum with me!” you scream, and he sits up, his free hand gripping your ass as you grab his shoulders to use as leverage.  “Make me cum….ride me…make me cum with your pretty little cunt--” his words are cut off as your arms wrap around his neck, your walls clamping around him so hard that you're almost forcing him out.  He just lets out long, low moans as both of his hands grab onto your ass and hold onto you, his mouth clamping onto your neck and sucking, licking, biting as he keeps moving you on him.  

Your whole body is trembling at this point and as his body goes tense and stiff, you feel the sensation of him filling you, his cock pulsing within you as the after effects of your orgasm milk him.  You run your fingers through his hair, pressing kisses to his face as you rock yourself against him, making sure to get him through his just like he got you through yours.  

“Mmm…” is all you can manage as you both stay like you are, his hands holding your ass, your arms around his neck.  He presses his face into your neck, nuzzling you.  You reach up and pet his hair, resting your cheek on his head.  “Yeosang…?” you start but he’s shaking his head against you.  “Don’t.” you barely hear, his lips pressing against your collarbone.  “Just this, tonight.  Nothing else.” he is murmuring between kisses.  He pulls back and looks up at you and you immediately press your mouth to his.  He eagerly opens to you, his tongue finding yours to entangle with it.  

He rolls you both so you’re side by side and you gasp as he slips out of you.  You can feel his seed leaking out of you and you turn beet red at the realization that he came inside of you.  There was nothing to do about it now….you think but feel your stomach drop.  “Hold me.” you demand, pulling his hair a bit and he yanks you closer to him, his mouth immediately seeking yours.  “I will, all night. I won’t let you go, I promise.” he whispers against your lips, holding you tightly.  

You let yourself float on this cloud for the moment, allowing yourself a night to give in to both of your wants and needs.  Tomorrow was for reality, not right now.

Still, you couldn’t help the small tinge of worry deep down, wondering what kind of reality would hit you like a truck.  Because you knew things like this didn’t always end up happily ever after.  You’d just slept with your best friend and things were definitely going to change.  You just hoped like hell you both hadn’t just ruined something great.

[orangezestt]

Hidden Chapters

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Reader

Word count: 907

Warnings: Mentions of depression and self worth (lmk if I missed something)

My Masterlists

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“Everyone has a chapter they don’t read out loud.” - Mel Robbins.

JJ hasn’t heard from you in just over a week. He stopped by your house multiple times, but your mom said you weren’t home every time. He knew it was a lie, you weren’t at any of your favorite spots or at work on the mainland. So he shows up at your window at one in the morning. Your light is on. He taps on your window and waits for you to open the blinds, and his heart breaks when you finally do; he’s met with teary eyes, swollen lips, and wet cheeks from crying. You’ve got a Kleenex wipe in your hand and he can spot the box of them in your desk.

“What are you doing?” He says as soon as you open the window for him.

“Cleaning,” you mutter looking down at your feet.

“At one in the morning? With tears on your cheeks?”

“I’m trying to distract myself,” you whimper as your eyes fill with tears for what feels like the millionth time today.

“From what, baby?”

“I don’t know!” You drop the wipe and sit on your bed as you let out a silent sob. You cover your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut as you try your best to stay quiet. “Everything sucks! And I’m always sad and I don’t know why, I don’t know why I feel like this. I’m so useless. I want it to stop,” you cry.

“How long have you been feeling like this, baby?” He wonders as he sits next to you and wraps his arms around you.

“A while now, I didn’t know how to tell you that I’m sad all the time and can’t stop crying when I don’t even know why. I told my mom I was sick, I only told her how I’ve really been feeling yesterday. I haven’t been sleeping either, and I don’t feel like eating.”

JJ watches as you try to hold back, clenching your jaw and digging what’s left of your nails into the skin of your palms. He’s never seen you like this, you always look at the silver lining and you don’t take things to heart. There’s a reason your contact in his phone is “Smiles” with a sun emoji, a reason why everyone you meet is so drawn to you. And his heart is shattering seeing you like this, seeing you in so much pain and not knowing how to help you.

“Come here,” he whispered and pulled you to straddle his thighs, his arms circled around your waist to hold you flush against him and he used one hand to cradle your head in his neck. “You don’t need to be strong for me, it’s ok to not feel ok,” he whispered. He didn’t know that the last part was all you needed to hear to let go of the guilt of worrying the people you loved as you wailed into his neck and gripped his shirt. “I’m right here, baby, I’ll always be right here. Always,” JJ rubbed up and down your back with his free hand. He wasn’t trying to calm you down as he knew you well, and knew you’d been holding this in for the longest time. He kissed your head and continued to whisper to you, “You’re not useless, my baby. You have the kindest heart I’ve ever been lucky enough to meet, you’re funny and beautiful and there’s a reason people flock to you, Smiles. It’s ok to cry and to feel sad for no reason. But I want you to come to me as soon as you’re feeling like this, ok?”

“Ok,” you whisper.

“You’re my beautiful girl, hm? So sweet too, the kindest soul,” he smiled. He wasn’t into the whole spiritual thing, but he knows how much it means to you. The whole soulmate thing. And maybe he was starting to believe it. “Knew I had to have you from the second I saw you being the sweetest thing to Rafe of all people. And you introduced yourself to me with a handshake, always so polite, right baby?”

“Yeah,” you breathed out. Your crying had slowly come to a stop and your breathing slowed as JJ continued to rub your back and hold you tight as he spoke so softly.

“I knew I loved you when you gave your water and snack to that homeless guy down by the docks, ‘cause I know you were so excited to have them after swimming. And you did it without a second thought, it’s like second nature for you being the amazing person that you are.”

“It gets better right, JJ?”

“Of course it will. This is just temporary, baby.”

“And you’ll always be here with me? Even when I’m a mess?”

“Always, I’ll be here through everything, Y/n.”

“Thank you JJ,” you lifted your head to look at him.

“Nothing to thank me for,” he smiled and leant his forehead against yours.

“I love you with all my heart, J. You’re everything so ever wanted love you be.”

“Don’t go and make me cry now, Smiles. I’ll love you for as long as I live, I promise you that.”

“Will you stay over tonight?”

“Yes, let’s get into bed.”

“Oh, and JJ?”

“Yeah?”

“Your shirt is on backwards,” you smile.

He just smiles and shakes his head, tugging it off and throwing it at you.

[omegaremix]

Finds For 2016.

Diet Cig “Scene Sick”

Tame Impala “New Person Same Old Mistakes”

Cold Cave ft. Black Rain & Genesis P. Orridge “Comprehension”

Computer Magic “Be Fair”

George Clanton “Notice Me”

Prurient “Dragonflies To Sew You Up”

Tropic Of Cancer “Stay Safe”

Mssingno Scope

Blanck Mass “Atrophies”

Holydrug Couple, The “Follow Your Way”

Russell Haswell “Spring Break Extended“

In Aeternam Vale “Dust Under Brightness”

Sophie Product

Consumer Electronics Dollhouse Songs

Blanck Mass “Dead Format”

Hibou “Above Us”

UXO self-titled

Follakzoid “Directo Al Sol

Moon Duo “Free Action”

Tearist Living: 2009-Present

Deerhunter “Ad Astra”

Beliefs “1992”

Ducktails “Don’t Wanna Let You Know”

Tame Impala “Nangs”

Candy Snatchers, The “If You Can’t Have Fun, You Ain’t Fun” (live)

Shana Falana “There’s A Way”

DOM “Burning Bridges”

Girlpool “Before The World Was Big”

Holydrug Couple, The “Paisley”

Ash Koosha “Harbour”

Dystopian Future Movies “Paint It Red”

Angry Angles “Things Are Moving (All The Time)”

Polysick “Smudge Hawaii”

Kleenex “Nice”

18+ Fore

Innsyter “Cut Eleven”

Airliner “Her Crutch”

Clams Casino “Drawn” (Crim3s RMX)

Com Truise “Silicon Tare”

Crim3s “Stay Ugly”

Johnny Thunders & The Heartbreakers “Born To Love”

Imaginary Pants Kites At Night

Ana Lola Roman “Klutch” (Com Truise RMX)

Costavision Lo-Fi Exotica

Coachwhips “UFO, Please Take Her Home”

Rubs, The “Runaway”

Airliner “Left Orange”

Sheer Mag “Fan The Flames”

JK Flesh Rise Above

Gigi Masin“Tears Of A Clown”

Reatards, The “You Ain’t Fun No Mo’”

Hussy, The “You Know”

Home “Resonance”

TR/ST “This Ready Flesh”

Pastel Ghost “Clouds”

LNDN DRGS “Dope Sick”

Ata Kak Obaa Sima

Hailu Mergia & The Walias “Yemiasleks Fikir”

Christoph De Babalon “Surreal Mirrors”

Gigi Masin “Fata Morgana"

John Carpenter Lost Themes Remixed

Veldt, The “Sanctified”

Zola Jesus “Collapse”

Merzbow & Keiji Haino & Balazs Pandi “How Differ The Instructions Of The Left From The Instructions On The Right”

Cults “Oh My God”

Vektroid “Neo Cali”

FOE “Genie In A Coke Can” (Alec Empire RMX)

Peaches “How You Like My Cut?” (Ziur RMX)

Tex Taiwan “Algorhythm Vision”

Jagwar Ma “Uncertainty” (Mssingno RMX)

Odesza “It’s Only” RMXs

Honeyblood “Sea Hearts”

Connie Laverne “Can’t Live Without You”

Kedr Livanskiy January Sun

Body-San “Shining The Money Ball”

C.V. Jorgensen “Ghetto Svend”

9th Wonder & Buckshot ft. Talib Kweli “Hold It Down”

Uniform “Symptom Of The Universe”

Czarface ft. Vinnie Paz & Cappadonna “Shoguns”

D.I.T.C. “Rock Shyt”

Lizzy Mercier Descloux “Fire”, “Wawa”

David “Baby” Cortez “Happy Organ”

Low Red Center s/t

Alan Turing “God Save The King / Baa Baa Black Sheep / In The Mood”

Dolly Parton “Jolene” (33 RPM)

Tobacco “Gods In Heat”

Pere Ubu “Blow Daddy-O”

La Coka Nostra “Waging War”

Elusive Textures

Technicolor Skull “Technicolor Skull”

Hanin Elias ft. Electrosexual “Hold Me”

IKO 93 “Drag” / “Mutt”

Innsyter Poison Life

Bloom Offering “Bite Their Tongues”

Jlin “Downtown”

Sandro Brugnolini & Stefano Torossi “Effetto Notte”

Comet Gain “(All The) Avenue Girls”

Nick Klein “Anxiety Plae”

Le Matos “Eyes Throat Genitals”

Bill Loose “Slight Misgivings”

L-Fudge Chronic Irresponsibility

Author & Punisher “Lust For Scales”

Sun Ra “The Cosmic Explorer”

Liquids Hot Liqs

Ice Cream Love, Ice Cream

Khost “Deathset” (Godflesh RMX)

Ramleh “Airborne Babel”

L-Fudge ft. DJ Spinna,��Shabaam Shadeeq & Talib Kweli “What If?”

Caroline K “Tracking With Close-Ups”

Rosa Yemen “Herpes Simplex”

Jonas Reinhardt “Androma”

Sunrise Ltd. “Our Love Will Grow”

Tearist “Headless”

Red Fetish “Spanish Meths”

Hot Chocolate “Could Have Been Born In The Ghetto”

Vibrators, The “Disco In Moscow”

York Factory Complaint Lost In The Spectacle

Nick Klein I’d Rather Sit Alone

[the-hotel-cortez]

Destiny’s Anarchy [Pt. 2]

AN: More than a year later and back with parts of this series that I never posted. My writing has GREATLY improved since this period in time so I may finish this series up if anyone is miraculously still invested. 🫡

Back ⬅️ Pt. 1

Forward ➡️ Pt. 3 [TBW]

𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻𝔂: When Michael visits Miss Robichaux’s Academy for his test of The Seven Wonders, your unspoken rivalry soon blossoms into something more. But when you receive a vision and see Michael’s destined fate, it’s up to you to do the devil’s work and change the inevitable. Saving the Antichrist? Not something everyone can put on their resume.

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: Major angst, blood required for a ritual spell (🥀,⚠️)

AN: Did I cry writing this? No, no, definitely not. I’m sorry in advance for how sad this chapter is, but it is necessary for me to set up my main plot for the story. So grab some kleenex if you need, and try to enjoy. <3

As you opened your eyes, a bright glare slowly faded into the glow of daylight. You stood dumbfounded on the sidewalk as your vision came into focus. You had never experienced anything this real before, only flashes of future and past. Whatever Michael had done, it had amplified your powers ten-fold.

Across the street lay a modest California home, an array of red rose bushes decorating the lawn. You began to question why you were here, all until the door of the house opened and a familiar figure stepped out.

Michael.

Something about him was different, more youthful. He was dressed in a bright yellow t-shirt, jean jacket, and khaki pants. Something you never thought you’d ever get to see him wear. Your amusement was cut short as he walked out of the house and towards the road. A large black SUV sped along the very same street, not showing any signs of stopping. You gasped, and only seconds later it was all over. Michael lay sprawled out in the asphalt, coated in his own blood.

You couldn’t move. You wanted more than anything to run to him, hold him in your arms and tell him everything would be ok, but something held you in place no matter how hard you tried. What was this? The past? He looked so young, so innocent. Unlike the present Michael you knew. If this was the past, why was he dying? How could he still be alive and with you this very moment at Robichaux’s? Before any of your questions could be answered, you were wrenched back into darkness.

As you awoke, you had expected to be back in your room, safe and sound at the academy. Though luck was not on your side. The dim light of torches lit the area around you, a fiery orange hue spreading through the entire room. You looked around groggily, instantly recognising the mystery location. It was Hawthorne.

Though something about it was different. It was quiet, unlike its usual loud bustling of teenage warlocks. Dust hung heavy in the air, and the entire space was enclosed in a strange darkness. It looked as if it had been untouched for years.

Your stomach dropped as you spotted a glistening trail of blood outside the cracked door of the room. Tiptoeing over to the opening, you followed the trail. A deafening scream broke the silence, and you quickly peered outside.

There stood Michael, once again, but much different this time. He had long, flowing hair, and a velvet jacket that matched the blood that stained the floor and walls. It would have been a beautiful sight; that is, if you didnt realise the blood was his own. Despite his injuries, he was still standing. Standing over the body of a girl.

It was Madison.

You stifled back tears as a mix of rage and disappointment overcame you. How could he do this? Just a few moments ago, he looked like an innocent child. Now… he was a monster. You watched reluctantly as he made his way to the second floor, slaughtering more members of your coven along the way. Your sisters, your family. You couldn’t compose yourself, half in denial of what you were seeing. This couldn’t be real… yet part of you knew it was.

Once again, as your tears flowed, darkness enveloped you.

Blood rushed to your head as you came to, dizziness clouding your mind accompanied by the lingering rage and confusion of what you had seen. The ground felt warm under you now and your body drenched in sweat.

“What did you see?” His voice was curious, yet a tone of worry clung to his words. “Tell me exactly what happened.”

Stifling back you let your vision re-focus as the world reformed. “You.”

“I saw you.”

PART 3 HERE [TBW]

Tag list: Tag list: @evilcr0ne @kitwalker02 @sallyscigarettes @bellaisasleep @lil-dreg @mary-jinx

[goatskickin]

URL Song Meme

Thank you for the tag @bayoubashsims and @jellymeduza!

this ain't a playlist - these are all pretty diverse lol

G Ghetto Afterthought - Wugazi

O Orange Color Queen - Ty Seagall

A Ain't A Damned Thing Changed - Kleenex Girl Wonder

T That's How Rumors Start - Joey Pastrana

S Stop It Baby - The Heard

K Kill the Messenger - Rio en Medio

I It’s Gonna Be Lonely - Prince

C Cloud in Places - Grouper

K Kentucky - The Sixth Great Lake

I Iota - Angel Olsen

N Nwantiti/Die Die - The Ify Jerry Crusade

tagging @pooklet tagging @hugelunatic tagging @kneesofpoultry

[kithtaehyung]

okay first of all, YOU DID NOT HAVE TO ATTACK ME WITH DOMESTIC YOONGI LIKE THAT 😐 like real shit I don't know if I'll be able to handle their relationship out in the open, do you not care about my emotional well-being??

*my favorite thing ever is seeing the trust just build naturally between them. this time last year reading about mc being lonely and sad while yoongi had all these girls flirting with him in front of her face would've had me two kleenex boxes in swaddled in a fuzzy blanket, but now?? the security that she has? the confidence that she knows she has him is flat out beautiful.

‼️secondly, you should know that this line “I will throw you against the wall right now, fang boy,” almost killed me 😂 I literally choked on an apple laughing so hard.

and lastly 🥵🥴😳

min yoongi is a demon that must be dealt with. he needs a warning label above his head or something idkkkk!!!! 😮‍💨 I can't with him anymore.

Yoongi [10:04pm]: I better not find you alone

why is my heart racing?? he's so cocky and bold its sickening (it's okay though I got my boosters 🤪)

for some reason tumblr won't let me reblog but I wanted to make sure you knew how deeply affected I was by this particular product of your never ending hard work 🙃 (also did I see correctly that you pumped this out in a week??? when do you sleep? don't mind me, just forever admiring your ability to do it all and still remain the deepest person on the planet) I hope you're taking care of yourself and drinking plenty of water💜

lord knows we all need it after this 😏

destiny!! here i am finally getting to respond to one of your amazing asks UGHHH apologies for all the late responses! i love you for not giving up on me and sending more anyway bc i do strive to get to these as much as i can.

but this damn yoongi? a problem. an issue. a menace of the highest degree. bc what do you mean he was saying shit like that on the phone but then being that cute with kids?? PLS... he needs to meet us both out back so we can have a chat lmfaooo

and reader being so different than before :')) i can't even describe how proud i am! it's wonderful. bro just being bro gets his own laugh hahaha i cannot with him.

overall, yes! i have no idea how this came about in a week but i guess i was fueled by halloween vibes and 3tan yearning again. glad you enjoyed!!

[newberyandchai]

Welcome!

As the page bio already says, I will be documenting my journey of reading all 101 Newbery Award-winning books on this blog.

The Newbery Medal is given each year to the author of the most distinguished contribution to American literature for children. It's named after John Newbery*, an 18th-century English publisher known as the "Father of Children's Literature."

The "chai" part of this blog's name is because I like chai lattes a little too much — and it also has a nice ring to it. (Would you shop at a bookstore called Newbery & Chai? I certainly would.)

I grew up a voracious reader, and it occurred to me recently that many of my favorite books from elementary school were Newbery winners. Several moments from those books have stuck with me for more than two decades — Debbie doing arm circles to gain confidence in Criss Cross, Maniac McGee untying the giant knot, the pastel Kleenex floating in the wind in Kira-Kira.

I wondered what I was missing out on by not continuing to read children's literature (and adult books are so complicated! tedious! a real time investment!), so I thought a good place to start would be with titles that have already been chosen as the best of the best.

The ins and outs:

I'm only reading each year's winner, not any of the runners-up.

I'm not following any particular order and am skipping around the years based on what interests me at the time.

I've read many of these before, so they may not merit a full reread.

I will be sticking to a 1-10 rating scale** but banning the score of 7.

Pour yourself a cup of milk tea and come along with me as I discover new favorites and fondly remember old ones.

(If you've come here from elsewhere and aren't familiar with Tumblr, you can find other helpful links — such as a list of all the winners and the titles I've already read — by clicking on the compass icon in the sidebar in the desktop version of this site.)

*Newbery put children's literature on the map largely by including advertisements for real products in the texts he wrote and published, such as mentioning a brand of "fever powder" that supposedly would have saved a girl's father in one book from death. (Manipulating children was profitable even in the 1700s, I suppose. #undisclosedad?)

**I go back and forth between being lenient and being strict about awarding 10s, so to counteract that variation, I will be adding Recommendable/Not Recommendable to each book. (Consider it the purely subjective pass-fail grade of kids' books.)

[nohoperadio]

I have a list of bands in my mind that looks like this:

The Mountain Goats

They Might Be Giants

Guided By Voices (and other Robert Pollard projects)

Momus

Kleenex Girl Wonder

Where the criteria is basically:

Ridiculously prolific, like hundreds of songs in a relatively short space of time, bunch of albums with like 20 tracks each, so much material that even serious fans struggle to keep up with all of it

Highly distinctive lyrical style, the lyrics are basically the main attraction of their songs, or a large part of it anyway

(note that none of these artists are remotely similar to each other)

That sounds like quite broad criteria but I can't think of any more that fit both! If you can please tell me! The five above are all very dear to my heart so there's clearly something about artists who have Writes Too Many Weird Songs Disease that I strongly vibe with for some reason.

Other possibilities: Daniel Johnston and Simon Joyner might be examples of this based on what little I know about them, but I know little about them! Car Seat Headrest were definitely on the path to joining the list in their early days, but they slowed down considerably upon becoming a Real Band.

[midi-wizard]

there’s a Kleenex Girl Wonder song i’m obsessed with but i don’t want to share it with anyone because of the title/chorus

[rorytunes]

Assorted selection of songs I've been playing on the long bus ride I am undertaking:

Dogs - Nouns

Heart Cooks Brain - Modest Mouse

Power Bird - Kleenex Girl Wonder (super underrated)

Lazy Line Painter Jane - Belle and Sebastion

You're Not Blind (demo) - Pulp

1937 State Park - Car Seat Headrest

This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody)- Talking Heads

One Angry Dwarf and 200 Solemn Faces - Ben Folds Five

[cherrycheolkat]

• tiny slutty thoughts •

answering my own asks

i saw someone (it was @hoshifighting) say mingyu’s type are girls who are moms he wants to fuck

and i have to wonder - does this mean girls with mom vibes? like they come with snackies in their bags and always have kleenex on hand?

OR he’s just down for milfs?

OR is he the guy who has hooked up with at least one of his best friends’ moms??

because i could see it going so many ways but its just been rattling around in my brain since i saw it

p.s i hope the @ use isn’t weird - sorry if it is

p.p.s. mingyu going after his friend's milf mom....low key into that idea - ah summertime fun

[judginess]

everything can't keep going wrong forever!!!