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LEIGH-ANNE for Spotify.
#leigh anne pinnock#lpinnockedit#dailylmedits#dailymusicqueens#dailywoc#userwocs#femalestunning#dailywomen#lp: social media#little mix#wocedit#lp: solo#lp1#wocdaily
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I just need something that’s real… 🍀🖤
#littlemix#jade x leigh anne x perrie#leigh anne pinnock#little mix#leigh anne little mix#leighanne is coming#leighanne solo#lp: updates#lp: social media#lp: dsl#little mix updates
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well i don’t play the sims, but this is cool!!
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Tweeting during lunch
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#i KNOW in my heard that stephanie brown was in the trenches of LPS youtube#jason todd#stephanie brown#dick grayson#tim drake#duke thomas#go gonzo go!#batposting#birds on the bird app#batfamily#batfam social media#spoiler dc#signal dc#nightwing#red hood#red robin#dc batman
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recent art
#lies about art#the falses of abyss#okat i mputting this begind a lot of things i#i dont know if i want this to be noticed. but i certainly dont want rhis to be shared#tjis is the on;y social media shedoesnt chec k so this is my only place#im not safe#i dont know how much i can handle#i should jus tell up on her but she threatened me#i dont know what she can do to me if i do it#im scared#i feel lost#i just wanted to help her#i dont understand#im afraid to talk to anyone now#i treid to talk to my friends abotu it but now im scared#what if she sees it. she controls me#she can hurt me she already did#i cant call the police#i cant tell my family#im a coward#i just wanted to hel p#i need to work on everything#i need to finish the commissions#maybe then i can open mroe and i can do something#maybe she needs a little mroe help#i know she doesnt do that on purpose#or i want t o think so#i dont knwo i mso lost#it seems less likely day by day ic ant#ijust wwnate dto he lp
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The fact that subscriptions are just the norm now is so weird to me sometimes. Digitalization in general feels more like companies cheaping out on producing dvds/bonus content and also as a shitty counter measure against piracy.
Am i insane for thinking that ? Maybe lol I'm not very educated on this topic, but as a kid I did grow up with a load of pirated movies because we were a low income family and not every dvd released where we lived at the time. A bunch of ppl prolly experienced the same.
It's just odd to think some kids might never grow up watching classic movies nowadays cuz they can't afford a subscription and pirated content is becoming harder and harder to access. Shrug ! I know my websites but I'm gonna assume most average joes don't lol.
#fex thoughts#gonna keep textposting for a bit while i draw#not very worried abt social media anymore . algorithms annoy me.#so yeah ! uhm thats that#crossed my mind . bless that pirated lps game on my windows xp computer which ran like shit .#sure gave little undiagnosed autistic me a lot of joy#(like the lps hyperfix was STRONG lmaoao)
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oh god don’t make me cry AGAIN 🥹
Leigh on Jade and Perrie in her interview with Rolling Stone. Absolutely love the bond they have 😭❤️❤️❤️
#leigh anne pinnock#jade thirlwall#perrie edwards#little mix#littlemix#jade x leigh anne x perrie#leigh anne little mix#leighanne is coming#leighanne solo#lp: dsl#lp: updates#lp: social media#3divasreblog
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when i like 8 and beginning my dive into unsupervised internet access i kept vividly daydreaming parts of the internet as a physical place you can reside in. it changed depending on the site or app but with the one i regularly used, we were all living in a town or apartment complex. decorating your profile was decorating your home. you would visit community centers. bots were weird dangerous creatures that wanted to kill you but moderators kept them at bay. any sort of special event was like a festival. people that sold their art would have an actual physical shop. there’d be so many art galleries. making a public chatroom was like hosting a party.
anyways i’m pretty sure that whole ordeal made me otherkin
#otherkin#programkin#codekin#blogkin#i am joking about that last part but that thing is definitely a huge part of being otherkin for me now#also#it may be worth noting that the first social media i used was amino#and i would specifically reside within the lps community#like lps amino had SUCH a specific vibe to it. there was something special#lps amino was also all about anthropomorphic animals too. of course i ended up realizing that i’m nonhuman .#if you also resided in it then you might know what i’m talking about or i might just be saying nonsense#💌.kin#🪶.txt
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#I'm not a religious person#but today was a strange day#I lit a candle for the lost soul#and I truly hope the universe will be kind to him now and let him rest in peace#and also I do not wish anyone anything bad but neither I wish the ignorants obnoxious people anything good#today showed us a lot about human decency#and many people failed a test#fck fans who went there#and all paps even if they just did their job#even a soldier can in some cases refuse a morally wrong order from their superiors#and the biggest fck you for sc#i'll weep for satan when that scumbag dies and takes over hell#also on a side note I didn't see any pictures or videos of today (apparently I curated my dash and social media presence well)#and I'm so happy for it#this is just my ramblings so pls ignore ne#the candle is burning bright in the dark of the night#i truly hope LP can rest in peace now#maybe his soul or energy is still in the universe and he can feel or sense the outpouring love for him#sending love to the boys his family and friends#ot5 for life#an era ended today
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Leigh-Anne for Spotify.
#leigh anne pinnock#lpinnockedit#dailylmedits#dailymusicqueens#dailywoc#userwocs#femalestunning#dailywomen#lp: social media#little mix#wocedit#wocdaily#lp1
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giving me a between us album cover vibess
#little mix#leigh anne little mix#leigh anne pinnock#littlemix#jade x leigh anne x perrie#lp: updates#lp: social media#sairah pinnock#debbie pinnock#pinnocks#between us#3divasreblog
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Leigh for RollingStone!!!
#stunning#littlemix#jade x leigh anne x perrie#little mix#leigh anne pinnock#leigh anne little mix#little mix updates#rolling stone interview#rolling stone cover#rolling stone magazine#lp: solo#lp: social media#lp: updates
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Mm just realized being on tumblr make me feel nostalgic bcs ive been playing Line Play since 2016.
and the game is like social media with avatar dress up and mini games (mini games has sadly been removed tho now). To actually get content you have to be mutual with the other player. And you search for other player through square, randomly click on player from other player's diary (where you post stuff), or you can randomly visit a player's house and stalk them.
You can ask to be friends from private guest book, and you can stalk their public guest book with other player. And i found the conversation most of the time funny.
There used to be a lounge where you can just pick chatroom divided by interest, region, or a random chatroom with maximum of 10 and 5 players. And thats how i learned to type fast bcs the conversation flow there is insane.
The square there is also place where you can afk and watch many conversations happening at once. Like being in an actual public places. You can randomly join other people, or talking with other loners (lol).
In a way my second social media ever is Lineplay (after FB) and it's also my first interaction experience with total stranger ive been friends with.
#line play#murmur#well since the game has start to deteriorate it has become just place to play gacha. and less and lesser active player is playing#but still i had nice time of online experience there#wish social media can be like how LP used to be
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if anyone is in any cool forums pleeeeaaaze send them to me
#i really want to join some forums i need to get off social media#especially interested in toys (furbies dolls mlp lps) old web chill gaming stuff vocaloid electronic music autism trans yeah
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i’m so excited. i mean who isn’t??
Leigh-Anne feat. Ayra Starr - My Love
OUT SEPTEMBER 7TH! PRE-SAVE HERE
#leigh anne pinnock#lpinnockedit#lp: my love#lp: updates#lp: social media#leighanne pinnock#littlemix#little mix#jade x leigh anne x perrie#little mix updates#3divasreblog
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spin me around | joel miller x f!reader
joel masterlist | read on ao3
summary: you find a vintage record store full of rare finds, the man behind the counter the rarest of them all word count: 2,4k warnings: 18+ only, reader is able-bodied & wears a dress, way too much music talk, food & alcohol consumption, pet names, touching in public, dirty talk a/n: written for @secretelephanttattoo's Secret Springs challenge! i saw record store on your wheel and ran away with it - this is highly self-indulgent with the music references (like woah) but what better place for it than secret springs :) not beta'd, keep slaying
The stair treads creak as you head up to the second floor, blank CDs are fastened to the risers and old warped vinyl hangs from the ceiling. A faint melody floats down the stairwell that you don’t recognise, the instrumentals rising in a crescendo as you climb, the varnished railing worn and knotted.
You’d found this place online on your quest for a bargain, the secondhand vintage vinyl shop is situated on a fashionable street at the top of town with picturesque mountain views. After stalking their social media pages, you decided you’d just come and see it for yourself. Having mentally prepared yourself for parallel parking, it was unusually stress-free for a Saturday morning, the sun just beginning to warm the air.
Reaching the landing and glancing around, the room is essentially wallpapered with band posters, crates and crates of records are alphabetically organised, and a gallery of LPs sits on shelves behind the counter. A few customers are rifling through the various collections, one man perched on a barstool with headphones wired into a cassette player. The space is light and vibrant, it feels like a sacred haven.
What really catches your eye is the man behind the counter — unruly silver-streaked hair, trimmed moustache and greying beard, unreasonably broad shoulders that fill out his faded thin t-shirt.
“Mornin’!” He looks up as you round the bannister and flashes you a winning smile, his brown eyes sparkling in the light filtering through the windows. “Anythin’ in particular you lookin’ for?”
You greet him shyly as you enter the room, “Just came to look around, thanks.”
“No problem.” He turns back to his newspaper and you can’t help but stare, stuck in place as you think you’ve found far more than you could’ve imagined.
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The sheer number of records fitted into the quaint shop is amazing, with some dividers spilling over into two or three boxes. Flipping through the S category, you find Sade, Stealers Wheel, Steppenwolf, Stevie Nicks, and countless others — a never-ending supply of artists and albums, some popular and some obscure.
Your eyes go wide at seeing Pretzel Logic, a favourite album by a favourite band. You’ve considered for weeks whether or not to just buy the damn thing online at full price, but you never did. Now you see why, some sort of divine intervention leading you here to snatch it up at a fraction of the cost — or it led you here for that man.
You’ve been peering over to him every time you move to the next crate — crinkles around his eyes, plush lips, deft hands. It’s almost unfair how beautiful he is, hidden away up here from the rest of the world. Admittedly you tried looking if he had a wedding band on, but you scolded yourself before you could complete the task, not wanting to get caught.
Time slips away from you as you switch between scouring through everything and stealing glances at the mystery music man, your fingers cramping from holding onto far more records than you’d planned to take. You scan over the tables and check for anything you may have missed, slinking through the room and placing your selection on the counter. You rummage in your bag to find your wallet.
“Fan of Steely Dan, huh? Gaucho, Pretzel Logic, Countdown to Ecstasy… You’re cleaning me out here, darlin’.” You lift your head at his words, losing yourself at the endearment.
“Yeah, uh… couldn't help myself,” you huff a laugh, feeling heat under your skin as he keeps his attention on you, a half smile on his face. “I did pick out some others, too. For some variation, you know?”
He fans the records out on the table to see each one.
“Yeah, thought you might be a Fleetwood Mac girl, Eagles is a bit of a surprise, but a pleasant one… Steely Dan, though? Wouldn't have pinned a girl like you as a fan of ‘em.”
“A girl like me…?”
“Far too pretty.” He winks at you with a tilt of his head, that half smile now spread fully across his face before he moves to add up the total. Your mind races as you try not to stand and gawk like an idiot.
“I saw online you had Dark Side of the Moon… do you uh, still have it, by any chance?”
“Full of surprises… I’m afraid we sold that one already, noticed it’s a bit of an elusive find ‘round here.” He drums his fingers against the wooden top and looks at you briefly, his eyes warm.
Shuffling papers around, he picks up a notepad, big hands and thick fingers dwarfing the pages. “I can keep an eye out for you, if you’re okay giving me your number? Won’t bother you, just business.”
“Yeah, sure.” His fingers graze across your skin as you take a pen from him and write down your information. Tearing the page off, you slide it across the counter and tease him, “Wouldn’t mind if you bothered me.”
“Well then, maybe I will. I’d love to know what else you got in your carefully curated collection.” He doesn’t take his eyes off you as you pay for the records, and he slips them into a brown paper bag, folding and unfolding the top like he doesn’t want you to leave.
“There’s actually this nice restaurant—” he turns to look behind him, grabbing a small carton and repositioning it on the counter, stalling as he tries to find the words, “—they have uh, live music on Friday nights… if you’d be interested.”
“Sounds fun…” You mull it over, impressed by his boldness but still wary. “Can I let you know?”
“‘Course, no pressure, here,” he writes his own number on a new page and tears it off, holding on as you reach for it and brush your fingers over his hand.
“And you are?”
“Joel Miller.”
Joel Miller. You quite like that.
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You’d stared at Joel’s number for days, a constant back and forth on whether or not you should go. On the one hand, you knew nothing about this man except his name and where he worked; on the other, you’ve seen just enough of him to be well intrigued…
You caved and said yes, which brings you to the present day — it’s Friday afternoon and you’re pacing in front of your wardrobe, worried about what to wear. To avoid losing your mind over this, you text Joel for some insight.
You: So, what am I supposed to wear tonight?Joel: Place is smart casual, I guess
Smart casual — arguably the worst fucking dress code description in existence.
You: That doesn’t help meJoel: Just wear a dress or something nice? I’m sure whatever you choose will be perfect
Perfect? Well, that certainly raises the bar. You suspect that Joel isn’t impressed by material things, and isn’t phased by flashy appearances, but you still want to make an effort. He called you pretty once already and you’re hoping he’ll repeat it tonight.
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Approaching the restaurant, the brick wall facade is lined with fairy lights, the stars just beginning to twinkle in the darkening sky, and muffled music sounds through the windows and glass doors.
Joel waits out on the pavement like a gift from God himself — black dress pants, a hint of chest peeking out from behind his button-up, a blazer hooked on one finger over his shoulder. You can’t help the way your gaze runs over him, noticing how his tummy just pokes out past the waistband of his pants, and just how well fitting those pants really are. You swallow to steady yourself.
“Hey.”
“Hi…”
You fall into silence as you take each other in — a low heat settles at the base of your spine and you drop your eyes to the floor, holding back a giggle like an enamoured schoolgirl.
“Shall we?” He pulls the door open and gestures for you to lead the way, eyes sparkling and a crooked but warm smile on his face, a guiding hand on the small of your back as you step inside.
Black-framed minimalist posters line the walls, the floors are polished dark wood and exposed brass light fixtures hang at varying heights from the ceiling. You pass a long, elegant bar lining one side of the room as you’re led towards the back of the restaurant — this place oozes sophistication, even the waitstaff are in fancy uniforms. Not smart casual.
Joel pulls a chair out for you as you reach your table, a small reserved card rests against a floating candle and two red roses bloom in a slender vase.
“Do you mind if I take the wall?” you ask timidly, pointing towards the opposite bench.
“Not at all.” His gaze is soft as he shakes his head, eyes trained on you as you both take your seats.
“I just— I like being able to see, it’s uh…”
You smooth your hands over the tablecloth as your voice fades off, resisting the urge to make a game of blowing the candle out. You flit your eyes up to look at Joel, finding he’s already staring at you, candlelight flickering in his eyes. You drop your gaze to the table again, failing dismally at suppressing the grin that spreads across your face.
“You look gorgeous, by the way — if you don’t mind me sayin’. Knew you would, of course, but…”
It seems your outfit choice has paid off — gorgeous?
After hours of flinging clothes off hangers, you’d finally settled on a black, mid-length dress — a sweetheart neckline with white piping, the same white mirrored on the hem, a daring slit up one side of the skirt. There’s nothing casual about it, but seeing Joel dressed up and the finely decorated restaurant has calmed your nerves.
You don’t dare look at him again as the waiter returns and places two menus on the table. The night’s barely begun, and you hope it doesn’t end any time soon.
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There hasn’t been a lull in the conversation once during dinner, a sharing dessert now in the centre of the table as Joel swirls what’s left of his whiskey around the glass. He held back all evening, fingers twitching and curling into a loose fist alongside yours on the table until he finally allowed himself to dance them across the back of your hand.
“How’d you get into all this record business?”
“Started workin’ there on weekends as a kid, wanted to earn some pocket money. The old man who owned it was like a mentor, he taught me all about the world. He left it all in my hands when he retired, and I’ve never looked back.”
A fond smile on his face as he retells his memories, you saw the first day you met how happy and comfortable he was in his charming shop, and it seems that charm bleeds over into him, too.
“And you get to meet all kinds of people — loud, friendly, aloof… pretty ones, too.” He gives you the same wink and devilish grin as before, continuing his stories as if you aren’t burning across the table.
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Sometime during the night, he’d moved to sit next to you, claiming he ‘wanted to see the band’ — the arm draped on the bench behind you and fingers trailing across your shoulder says otherwise.
He mentioned at the shop that there was live music here on Friday nights — the one thing he didn’t mention? That tonight’s particular band was a jazz quartet — the slow, smooth, romantic kind of jazz, the kind that acts as the perfect backdrop for a night of cheeky flirting, lingering glances and desperate touches.
“Joel, can I ask something?”
“Shoot.”
You roll the edge of the tablecloth between your fingers. “Is this a date?”
“It can be, if you want.” You drop your hands and eye him, unimpressed by his response.
“Alright, I’ll admit, I was hopin’ for a date. I wasn’t really sure how to ask, didn’t wanna come on too strong.”
You’re silent for a beat, considering how to respond. “I mean, you could’ve just asked.”
“Well then, you wanna go on a date?” He tilts his head, eyebrows raised.
“I thought we were already on one.”
He chuckles at your remark, downing the last of his whiskey and momentarily tracing a finger along the rim of the glass. You focus on his movements, imagining his fingers tracing patterns into your skin instead.
As if he can read your mind, he twists himself towards you and plants that same hand just above your knee, fingers curled towards the inside of your leg as he scrapes his nails against you.
“And?” His voice is almost a whisper in your ear, “Has it been a good one?”
He glides his hand up your leg and into the slit of your dress as you nod, higher, higher, higher until his fingers brush against lace. You wonder if he can feel the fabric dampening.
“Y’know the Pink Floyd you asked about? It wasn’t sold, I kept it for myself. I’ll play it for you sometime.”
“You’re gonna talk about music? Right now?”
“What should I talk about instead? The delicate panties you got on? How wet they’re getting?”
Your breath hitches as he shifts his fingers, tucking them just under the edge of your panties and caressing your skin. Glancing around, the band are still playing low and slow, most tables having cleared out by now.
“Would love to see ‘em, if you’ll let me. I’d really love to see what’s underneath though. Pretty girl like you’s bound to have a real pretty pussy, too. Certainly feels like it, Jesus.”
He presses his fingers into you with more force this time and you turn your head to him. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide and not from the dim lighting. He glances down to your lips and back up to your eyes again and you close the distance between you. He repositions the arm around your shoulders, hand holding the back of your neck as you lock your legs together and grind yourself against him.
His lips are soft, beard and moustache tickling your skin as he swipes his tongue against the seam of your mouth. You moan into him as you part your lips, letting him lick into you and you can taste his whiskey. He pulls back and you whine, teasing you with just enough to leave you reeling for more.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“Take me home, Joel. Please, I need you.”
“Sure thing, sweetheart. Wanna hear the music you can make.”
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