#myspace tee

[webdiggerxxx]

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[nat1em0xd]

Me and me! (Pics are from Pinterest!!:3)

Oh wow! Sad skyblog shut down after 20 years!! It’s nostalgic to see the skyblogs lolz!!

Actually what guys?? My tumblr is 5 months old now? And you all still stayed?? Woah!! Guys I thank you soooo much! I love you all. It’ll be a year soon!!!???

[tjthevampyre]

used buys of the week

[beansprean]

I’m so glad that every photo I took in 2007 is on a digital camera that has long since lost the ability to interface with any other technology.

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Close up on an open photo album in Nandor’s hands full of photos of teenage Guillermo in goth attire and swoopy side part hair covering his left eye. Him standing arm in arm with his mom, dressed in skater pants and a black dotted tee shirt over fishnet sleeves; him crowded into frame and flashing peace signs with teenage Jeremy, dressed in a black tee with a conversation heart that says “eat me” over a collared shirt and fishnet gloves, eyeliner smudged over his eye, a red streak in his hair, nails painted black; him dressed for Halloween as a vampire with fake fangs, whitened face, thick eyeliner, and flat ironed hair, hissing a grin at the camera with curled fingers like claws; him in a candid glancing over at the camera in mild objection, wearing a black tee over striped sleeves, red streaks in his hair, a school lanyard, and clutching Anne rice books to his chest; him pouting artfully in a close up high angle selfie that one might see on MySpace in 2007, black tee shirt, red streak in hair, eyes thickly lined in black and with black lipstick. 1b. Zoom out to see Nandor holding the album, which is labeled “fotos”, and grinning affectionately down at the page. He cooes, “Aww…” Curly text at the bottom of the panel says “the gótico phase”. /end ID

[trumanshcw]

after 2 years of being MIA in the industry, y/n is forced back into the spotlight by her label. any ill feelings while hastily preparing for her new album start to disappear as her label gets the idol she'd been admiring, natty, to feature on a song.

PAIRING: natty x soloist!reader

FEATURING: kiss of life. lsrfm's yunjin. aespa's giselle. more tba (maybe).

GENRES: idol au. smau. humor. angst.

WARNINGS: swearing. kms jokes. talk of mental health + burnout (reader is kinda going through it). more tba (probably).

NOTES: reader's fc is canfrgu. she/her used for reader.

STATUS: indefinite hiatus (24/05/03 - 25/04/03)

A/N: suddenly got a strike of inspiration and here it is. title is "west coast love" by emotional oranges, scans used in header are by Z4KIOF !

PROFILES: 01 / 02

dark red

let me know

peanut butter & tears

sweet life

helmet

love villain

diamond

wharf talk

wanna be

white tee

silver platter

2seater

love affair

sorbet

whiskey

superposition (written)

myspace

ocean floor

TBA

[shojizbae]

Just take yourself back to 2006

Tom Kaulitz x Reader

It's the later days of MySpace and the early days of YouTube, and Tokio Hotel is starting to take off. Fan girls are really beginning to amass, and the world getting very familiar with Tokio Hotel. One young German girl had since seen the band and their aesthetics and decided to change her appearance almost entirely. One walk down to the convenience store later, she locked herself in the bathroom for the night. She pulled an all-nighter, and when she emerged from her bedroom the following day, her mother jumped at the sight.

Gone was the good little Jewish girl she had raised. Drugstore eyeliner was coating your waterline. Different locks of your hair were bleached or had been dyed neon pink. Your once sensible collared shirts and khaki pants had been exchanged for a pair of low-rise bootcut jeans you accidentally bought when out with your great aunt. A lack of cool bras was exchanged for a leopard print bikini layered under a white camisole, which you had tied around your waist. You had taken a sharpie to your nails, and your lips were drenched in strawberry glaze lip gloss.

"Oh, good morning, liebe!" your mom quivers behind the batter bowl. "Do you want pancakes?"

"Nein, I'm going to the mall with some friends." you look disinterestedly at your pink razor. Just then, your mom notices that you're dragging a bag of clothes behind you

"What are you doing with those?"

"I'm not going to wear them anymore, so I will sell them to one of those charity shops. Yeah, and I think I will go to the music store, so can I have 50 euros?"

"Why don't you ask your father?"

"Ugh, fine." You sling the trash bag over your shoulder, and your mother is not happy when you return with a hundred euros in your hand. God dammit, you have your dad in your back pocket, your mom remembers. You walk into town, sell your old clothes, get another hundred euros, and then take your new look for a spin. The bus ticket only eats up two of your euros, and when you get to the mall, you instantly grab the attention of some emos.

They take you under their skinny wings and drag you around Hot Topic. You're dragged through Victoria's Secret, and the girls show you the most natural push-up bras in the subtlest shades of neon magenta and bedazzled turquoise. They show you the matching G-strings and outfit you with all the best.

All your brand new best friends take the bus home with you and show you all the best music. Your parents aren't home, so you drag four random kids to your apartment. Your parents were horrified when they got home. Sure, it was natural to experiment at your age, and sure, 15 was a little old to still have horse posters up in your bedroom, but this was a real change.

Posters of men in tight leather pants with piercings covered your bedroom walls. Your sensible synagogue clothes had been smushed in the back of your closet to make room for miniskirts and ripped-up band tees. Your father nearly passed out when he saw that not only was your tongue pierced but also your eyebrow on your precious face? When they asked you what spurred on this change, all they got was

“What? I’m not your little girl anymore.” Your new friend may have overstayed their welcome, playing loud, trashy metal and eating all your snacks, but it was with you when Jax, a tall, spindly emo with purple highlights, said he would teach you how to make out with someone. You were just barely getting to second base when your mom walked in with a plate of carrots and hummus and sharply kicked all the kids out.

The next few months were a living hell of wresting you out of baggy jeans so your parents wouldn’t be kicked out of Temple. For that, you would abide because you did enjoy faith and your relationship with god, but as soon as you got back to the apartment, you would smear makeup on and practice with your new shitty Yamaha.

Getting more immersed in alternatives styles and culture you started posting covers of Metallica and eventually Tokio Hotel. Your covers start gaining traction some for your musical finesse and others for your looks. Accidentally you get really famous in almost a few months. When you start making money off your live shows, your mom takes over as your manager. She didn't like her 9-5 anyway.

When your gigs start making enough money to pay the bills for your dad, he lightens up on his disdain for your art. Slowly, you begin jotting down poetry, posting short videos of you noodling on your old acoustic guitar. Slowly, you sign a one-album contract with Universal Music Germany. While you juggle school and micro-fame, you spend every weekend at their recording studio.

It's one warm May Saturday when you meet him. You're both reaching for the same bottle of Coca-Cola when you brush his hands.

"Oh, entschuldigung!' you chime and continue reaching for the glass bottle.

"Entschuldigung," his slightly deeper (although still mid-pubescent) voice echoes as he reaches for the bottle. Your hands wrap around the neck as you stand together. Twin eyes flick from the bottle to each other. You relinquish the bottle and take a step back.

"Oh, I just wanted some soda." You offer kind of weakly

"Yeah, it was getting hot in the recording booth." He replies

"Oh, you're an artist. I thought you were some spoiled singer kid." You bend over to look for a different soda in the refrigerator and find that all that's left is carbonated lemonade. You ignore the gut feeling that the boy with your soda is checking your ass out. "So, are you a soloist?" You crack off the lid and flick it into a nearby trashcan

"No," I'm the guitarist at Tokio Hotel." You choke on your drink. "You don't know who I am?"

"You're Tom Kaulitz?" Your voice cracks as you point at him. You give yourself a chance to study his face, the lip piercing, the dreads, the eyes. He looks more normal than his usual promotional photos.

"You've probably heard this before, but I'm a really big fan." His face shows a wash of emotions before he settles on a bit of a snide smile.

"Really?" He steps a little closer, turning up the charm

"So are you some rich spoiled little nepo-girl. Usually, they make pretty hot babies." with his soda at his waist, he lifts your chin to look him in the eyes. "I mean, you're pretty hot, so you must be." you lean against the wall and tilt your hips toward his.

"Nein, I'm an artist. You're not too bad looking yourself, Tom Kaulitz from Tokio Hotel." You slowly take the Coca-Cola from his hand and take a sip. He gulps at the sight of you holding eye contact as you swallow. Slightly, you hand him back the bottle and duck out of his hold. He watches in awe as you strut to your recording booth. Tom rakes a hand down his face as he watches your ass move, and his band members join him in the break room.

"Who's the babe?' Gustav slings an arm over his shoulder

"My future wife." Tom holds back from a whimper exiting his mouth

[lesbianextdoor]

Modern! Mizu Headcanons

AU: Mizu having an emo phase when she was a teenager….and the aftermaths of it lol

This one has been rotting in my brain for a few days, and now i am writing it out instead of being a good college student and doing my work ^^”

I was gonna say i’m not projecting but i am definitely projecting so enjoy these little ideas

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-The phase happened around late middle/early highschool

-Had the haircut, outfit, bracelets, etc..

-Her first piercing were her snakebites, her favorite and she never ended up taking them out. Still wears them till this day.

-Horseshoe lip rings, specifically the one with the spikes

-she had a hard time making friends since people made fun of her looks. So she turned to music for comfort and support (she will not admit that)

-definitely had a myspace where she would post whatever and decorate her page with a shit ton of stamps and blinkies that was super eyestraining

-after highschool she grew out of the fashion but she never stopped listening to the music

-i can imagine her dressed in adam sandler styled clothing in college and her queued playlist has dance gavin dance and get scared songs up next

-she’s embarrassed of old photos of her, especially the ones she took in her bathroom with a shitty camera she got off ebay

-Her gf thinks she was absolutely adorable in this time era

-She still has her favorite band tees and wears them to bed

-She was never able to attend any concerts as a teen, so if there’s one near her campus she is dead set on going and dragging her gf along with her

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[cherrygirlystuff]

How Early 2000s Fashion is Fueling the Indie Sleaze Revival – Get Ready to Be Layered in Nostalgia!

Hey, babe! 🌸 So, have you noticed how the early 2000s are totally making a comeback? It’s like someone hit rewind on our favorite fashion moments from that era, and honestly, I’m living for it! The vibe? Indie Sleaze – and it’s all about bringing back those edgy, glam, and slightly chaotic looks that defined the coolest scenes from the turn of the millennium. Let’s dive into how the Y2K fashion revival is fueling this Indie Sleaze resurgence, and how you can totally rock these vibes in your own way. Get ready to be layered in nostalgia! 🎧✨

What Even Is Indie Sleaze? 🌟

Okay, before we get into the fashion deets, let’s talk about what Indie Sleaze actually is. Picture this: It’s the early 2000s, and you’re at a dimly lit, underground concert or an afterparty that feels like it might never end. The air is thick with the sound of guitars, the smell of hairspray, and the energy of a crowd that’s just as cool as they are chaotic. The style? Messy yet glamorous, with a “don’t care” attitude that’s somehow still perfectly put together. That, my dear, is Indie Sleaze.

This aesthetic is all about blending high and low fashion, mixing vintage finds with designer pieces, and embracing a look that’s effortlessly undone. It’s grunge meets glam, with a dash of nostalgia for those Myspace days when everyone was a little bit emo and a whole lot of cool.

Early 2000s Fashion – The Roots of Indie Sleaze 👖

Now, let’s talk about how the early 2000s are fueling this revival. Back in the day, fashion was all about low-rise jeans, chunky belts, mini skirts, layered tank tops, and more eyeliner than you knew what to do with. It was a time when your outfit wasn’t complete without a pair of scuffed-up Converse or boots and a vintage band tee you snagged from a thrift store.

We’re seeing all those iconic elements making a major comeback, but with a modern twist. Here’s how:

1. Low-Rise Jeans & Mini Skirts – The Return of the Rebel Fit 💥

Remember when low-rise jeans were the thing? Well, they’re back, and they’re bringing mini skirts with them. This time around, it’s all about that perfectly imperfect fit – think low-rise flares paired with a cropped graphic tee, or a mini skirt worn with a slouchy sweater. It’s casual, it’s cool, and it’s got that “I just threw this on” vibe that screams Indie Sleaze.

2. Layered Tank Tops & Chunky Belts – Double the Trouble 👚

Layering is everything in Indie Sleaze, and the early 2000s gave us the blueprint. Layered tank tops in contrasting colors, paired with chunky belts slung low on the hips, create a look that’s equal parts playful and edgy. Throw in some fishnets or torn tights, and you’ve got a look that’s ready for a night out (or just a day of feeling like the coolest person in the room).

3. Vintage Band Tees & Thrifted Gems – The Heart of Indie Sleaze 🎸

Vintage band tees are a must-have for any Indie Sleaze outfit. The more worn-in, the better. These tees are the ultimate throwback to those days when you’d scour thrift stores for the perfect one-of-a-kind find. Pair them with anything – jeans, skirts, even over a slip dress – and you’ve got a look that’s as effortlessly cool as it is nostalgic.

4. Messy Hair & Smoky Eyes – The Ultimate Indie Sleaze Beauty Look 🖤

Indie Sleaze isn’t just about the clothes – it’s about the whole vibe, and that includes beauty. We’re talking about messy, undone hair that looks like you just rolled out of bed (but in the most fabulous way possible) and smoky eyes that are smudged just right. It’s all about looking like you’ve been up all night dancing to your favorite indie band – and honestly, who wouldn’t want to channel that energy?

Why We’re All Here for This Revival 🎶

So, why is Indie Sleaze making a comeback now? Honestly, I think it’s because we’re all craving a little bit of that carefree, rebellious spirit that defined the early 2000s. It was a time when fashion was all about self-expression, when mixing high and low was the norm, and when everything felt just a little bit grungy – in the best way possible.

With everything going on in the world, there’s something comforting about tapping into that nostalgic energy. It’s like revisiting a simpler time when all you needed was a good pair of jeans, a band tee, and some eyeliner to feel like you could take on the world.

How to Rock Indie Sleaze in 2024 – Your Style Guide 🕶️

Ready to bring a little Indie Sleaze into your wardrobe? Here’s how to make it work:

1. Mix and Match: Don’t be afraid to combine pieces that seem like they shouldn’t go together. Layer a fancy top over a vintage band tee, or pair a mini skirt with a baggy hoodie. The more unexpected, the better.

2. Go for the Grunge Glam: Channel that grungy yet glamorous energy by adding a little edge to your look. Think fishnet tights, chunky boots, and plenty of silver jewelry.

3. Keep It Messy: When it comes to hair and makeup, remember that less is more – as in, the less effort it looks like you put in, the better. Smudged eyeliner and bedhead are your best friends.

4. Embrace the Nostalgia: Don’t shy away from those early 2000s staples – low-rise jeans, layered tanks, chunky belts, and all the band tees you can find. It’s all about bringing that era back with a fresh, modern twist.

Final Thoughts, Babe: Get Ready to Sleaze It Up 💋

So, there you have it – the lowdown on how early 2000s fashion is fueling the Indie Sleaze revival. It’s all about embracing that perfectly imperfect vibe, mixing old with new, and layering your looks with a healthy dose of nostalgia. Whether you’re going full-on Indie Sleaze or just adding a few elements here and there, it’s time to have fun with your fashion and let your rebellious spirit shine.

What do you think, babe? Are you ready to embrace the Indie Sleaze revival, or is Y2K fashion better left in the past? Let’s chat in the comments – I’m dying to know how you’re going to style this look! 💕

[xx-emowarz-xx]

Am I the only one who gets irritated by people making a distinction between the Weezer/rites of spring/Washington DC mid 90s punk scene era of emo and the My Chem/Fall Out Boy/Evanescence era of emo by calling it DIY emo vs Myspace emo. Like bro do you think the "Myspace" emos were getting those haircuts done at the salon????? The studded belt is an article of clothing you can make yourself. The spikey bracelet is an article of clothing you can make yourself. In my experience most emos started out getting into emo fashion by making duct tape bracelets dying their hair with manic panic and wearing a classic rock band tee they found in a thrift shop and then cut some holes in

[mortemappetens]

I just made myself laugh, thinking about how the Bieber hairstyle was everything back in the late 2000s, and how Megumi probably wanted to grow his hair out to “rock” the do. But of course, Satoru shut that shit down hard. He was already Toji’s “mini-me”. There was no need to make it worse.

Kento was probably a scene kid too, with the swoopy Myspace hair and all that “rawr is dinosaur for I <3 you” printed Tees. That is, until his first non-sorcerer internship. He traded in his ratty old Vans for some sensible oxfords.

I know Satoru owned at least one pair of shutter shades and a few skinny jeans. Unfortunately, he was only able to wear them at most twice because, 1. he was back in uniform getting his teaching license and 2. Kiyotaka once ripped into him for his moose knuckle - the first (and only) time Satoru was ever, ever bullied by him. He swears he didn’t cry a little bit.

[deftonesbadboy]

SCENE AND EMO CC FOR THE SIMS 4 - PART 1

[owlcitymerch]

Owl City Merch

Owl City is an American electronic music project created in 2007 in Owatonna, Minnesota. It is one of several projects by singer, songwriter and multi-instrumentalist Adam Young, who created the project while experimenting with music in his parents' basement. Owl City developed a following on the social networking site Myspace, like many musicians who achieved success in the late 2000s, before signing with Universal Republic Records, now Republic Records, in 2008. After two independent releases, Owl City gained mainstream popularity with its 2009 major-label debut album, Ocean Eyes, which includes the Diamond certified single "Fireflies". Buy Owl City Merch Here! 

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[badteavee]

Christmas With The Ticket Winners

Tws / Cws : None

Genre : Fluff

Word count : 2,451

Paring : Mainly the gtws and some content of their parents

The kids all grumbled and mumbled , slowly following Charlie out of the elevator as they tried to rub the sleep from their eyes. It was too early to be up and moving like this but Charlie was too insistent on it for anyone to tell him off for it , no one was even given the time to change out of their pjs or fix their hair , they were all a mess.

Mike and Veruca would side eye each other every now and again , inwardly making fun of the other as they weren’t awake enough to do it outwardly. Veruca wore a pink tee with matching fuzzy pants , her hair straight for once and a bit messy from the bonnet they were wearing that was now torn off. They wore no makeup which didn’t change much anyway , her face was still disgustingly perfect. Mike’s hair was completely flat against his head , making him look like he owned a MySpace blog , and he was wearing pjs completely covered in the captain knuckleduster logo. They both thought the other looked like the dumbest imaginable.

Violet was choosing to ignore what Augustus looked like , him wearing some cheap looking Christmas pjs she knew definitely matched a pair his mother , everyone had seen Augustus in his pajamas enough times to not judge so harshly. She , on the other hand , wore an oversized tee prototype of her own merch and some basketball shorts , not bothering to take off her bonnet since she couldn’t care less currently.

Charlie was tired himself , but his eyes still lit up with an inhuman amount of excitement. He wore a cheap plaid pajama set that matched with the rest of his family and his usual beanie to cover his unbrushed hair. He knew it was too early for most to be up but he was too excited to wait any longer.

He lead the tired mass to the doors of the candy paradise , where an unsurprisingly wide awake Wonka in a nightgown and nightcap stood with a smile. They all could tell whatever he had planned was not for the tired. Whatever’s up there save them.

Wonka gave Charlie a nod , cuing him to open the doors with him , revealing the wonderland that’s become of the room. A wave of perfectly temperatured air washed over them all , taking every hint of exhaustion they had and replacing it with awe and joy. They all shuffled like the first time they saw it , listening to the gleeful father and son point out every new addition. Festive cookies growing from twisting candy cane trees , yule log cakes piled in a holder like they were freshly cut down , cotton candy bushes growing tea cakes. Everything was coated in a perfect layer of powdered sugar.

In the midst of their awe , Mike stepped wrong , slipping on the sugary ground and falling back into the powder , sending a puff of it into the air. Veruca and Violet stopped to laugh , him in turn reaching up and trying to pull them down. Veruca fell with a squeal and another puff of sugar , Violet tried to stay up by grabbing onto Augustus but only ended up dragging him down with her. Mike cackled , pumping his hand in the air in victory. “Triple score !”

“Michael !” Veruca wanted to sound mad but truthfully , they couldn’t help laughing either , starting a chain through the rest of them. Charlie even joined in , laughing as he flopped down with them. It felt like joy was in the air , which was possible here in this factory but this was unprompted , maybe even pure. They were covered in sugar and sure to need a shower later but they couldn’t care about it right now. There was just something about this room that made it hard to feel bad.

They took their time calming down , eventually getting themselves up and attempting to dust themselves off as Wonka came to stand with them. “Follow me , there’s so much time and so little to see.”

He got a chorus of “Strike that , reverse it” from the group , he hummed like he was annoyed but that stupid smile betrayed him.

“You’re all so smart , aren’t you ? Nevermind , advance !” He pointed his his cane forward and practically skipped off , leaving the kids to carefully hurry after him. He’s surprisingly fast for someone so old. Wonka acted as a tour guide as they went , pointing out stollen mushrooms , lily pads made of chocolate chip peppermint cookies , shortbread chickens that laid cookie dough eggs. Charlie had gotten to pick out the treats for the holidays so he decided to honor his friends , he watched the others recognize their favorite desserts , all of them grabbing them as they passed by.

Nobody thought to think of where they were being lead until Wonka suddenly stopped , making the line all halt and stumble into each other. They all grumbled , rubbing their shoulders and arms as they muttered questions , shooting short glares at the older before spotting what they stopped for.

Ahead was a giant chocolate pine tree dusted in powdered sugar , decorated with sugar ornaments and string lights made of liquid sunshine and liquorish. Their parents were sat around the tree on yule logs , drinking from sugar flower mugs and laughing at whatever they were talking about. At the base of the tree were groups of presents , clearly color coded to each family’s signature color.

Time never felt like it passed in the factory , no one other than the Buckets had realized it was Christmas until now. Shit. It was Christmas. The kids all shuffled their way over to sit down near their parents , the regular groups being forced to sit together , Mike and Veruca , Violet and Augustus , Charlie and his parents. Nobody seemed too unhappy about the arrangement currently , everyone was distracted by the wonder.

Their parents exchanged ‘Merry Christmas’s with their kids and Wonka as they got settled in , the adults continuing their conversation they were having while the kids finished their desserts and chatted if they felt like it. Mike shoved the rest of the bit of peppermint he snapped off a tree into his mouth before elbowing Veruca.

“Bet this is a downgrade for her majesty , huh ?”

“I still have more presents than you , dumbo.”

“Nuh uh ! You have.. one !”

“Look closer , stupid ! I have two.” Mike squinted at the collection of presents , rolling his eyes.

“Whatever ! You’re still getting two and not thousands !”

“You’re mad you’re poor.” Poof. Screech. They shook their head like a dog , trying to shake off at least some of the sugar of her while Mike laughed in her face. Ethel and Oleg shared a look , so proud their kids made friends.

Violet rolled her eyes at the two’s antics , knowing she’d do the same to them given the opportunity , and continued her trade of treats with Augustus. She’d managed to grab a good few of the lily pads and was happy to trade some for an equal amount of Augustus’ mushrooms. Chocolate still dripped from the lilies but neither seemed to mind , too wrapped in a conversation about what stollen was.

Charlie kept himself busy with his shortbread chicken and a few tea cakes he grabbed from the bushes , adding a few things into the conversation his parents were having here and there. He enjoyed the joy everyone else was feeling, liking knowing that he helped cause this. It may just be the room but everybody seemed at ease , their arguing feeling like jokes between friends instead of arguments between lifelong enemies.

Wonka watched to see when the children were done with their shenanigans and eating before clearing his throat , gaining almost everyone’s attention. Mike and Veruca had to be nudged by their parents to stop shoving and throwing sugar at each other. They shot glares but stopped to listen , both looking like they took a nosedive into the layered ground. “Thank you.” The elder chocolatier smiled at the group , no hint of distain behind it. “Shall we open the presents ?” He passed the gifts to their designated person , yellows and oranges to the Teavees , Light pinks and Grays to the Salts and so on. The gifts all had one of the other kid’s names on the from tag , nobody other than Charlie had actual gotten another a gift. It’s apparently very easy to get someone to pick a gift for another if they’re distracted. Before Veruca could even take a nail to the tape , he spoke again. “We will start with Augustus.”

“We never took turns in my house..”

“We’re not in your house , stupid !”

“Shut up !”

Wonka pinched the bridge of his nose , always something with those two. “Now you both can go last. Good ? Good. Wonderful !” He motioned to Augustus. “Go ahead.”

Augustus opened his present , the tag saying it came from Violet , a Nintendo Switch with stickers to decorate the handles with and a couple gift cards for the shop. He grinned , absolutely over the moon. The switch caught the attention of Mike , of course it did. “You play games ??”

“Of course ! What else would I do in my room ?”

“Eat your food stash ?”

“That too !” That made. A lot of sense. Mike’s perception of people who were actually quiet in their rooms is very little.

Violet went next , hers being from Augustus , opening a magenta sweater with ‘Queen pop’ in purple rhinestones on the back of it and crown details on the sleeves. There was an additional bag of crown shaped hair charms to match the sweater.

Charlie still got to open a gift this round , this one was just from his mother , she’d gotten him a new , bigger notebook since she knew his old one was getting practically unusable by now.

Mike had to be nudged by his mother then shoved by Veruca to get him to look up from his tablet , he groaned and grumbled , pausing his zombie game. Before he could open his , Wonka spoke up again. “Veruca , you go too.”

“What ?!”

“Didn’t I say you both go last ?”

“It’s Tiny Teavee’s fault !”

“Nuh uh ! It’s Bad Nut’s fault !”

Oh these children will never stop no matter how much they grow , will they ? “I can take them back.”

“No !” They shouted in unison.

“Then get on with it.”

The two kids mumbled profanities , pouting but opening their gifts. Them obviously being from each other since everyone but them are convinced they’re best friends.

Veruca , of course , got theirs open first , it was a new tiara and matching pair of earrings. They felt real. Like <i>expensive<i> real. They would’ve questioned how the hell that neon freak afforded this but she was too caught up in how pretty it was , it looked like a genuine princess’ tiara , though they tried to look like they hated it because it was from Michael. Ew.

Mike opened his to see a <i>bunch<i> of Captain Knuckleduster merch , a few shirts , a poster , bracelets etc. Most of which he somehow didn’t have yet. He briefly forgot their shared plan to hate whatever gift they got , his eyes absolutely glittering with excitement , he’s loved Captain Knuckleduster since he became conscious. But of course , he shot Veruca a ‘disgusted’ glare , of which she returned , have to keep up appearances.

Veruca was then passed her extra gift , it unsurprisingly from their father. No one except Ethel , her father , and the Buckets were paying attention anymore , either enthralled in conversation or messing with their new things , but they didn’t care. They tore it open , rabid child , pulling out a new ‘mink’ coat , a direct copy of their old one since Mike ruined it with rain on one of his stupid escapades. They took a second to stare at it with starry eyes before , “Thank you , papa.”

It felt like the world stopped , everyone stopped their conversations , dropping their new things to stare at the ballerina with widened eyes and their mouths hanging open in shock. Even Mrs. Bucket looked bewildered , hand over her heart. The other kids looked to one another with did hell just freeze over ? looks , Nobody has <i>ever <i> heard her say thank you , they didn’t even think they were capable of it. Oleg shook off his shock , at least for a second , to grin softly at her. “You’re welcome , Verushca.”

Mike turned to face them , mouth still agape , and looked her up and down like she’d been replaced by someone else. “Who are you ?!”

“I’m still me , dumbo !”

“You’re not acting like it !!”

“Fuck off !” The argument eased everyones shock just a little bit , yup , that was definitely still Veruca.

Slowly conversation started back up , everybody going back to their own thing. Mike successfully begged his mom into hand him his switch , which he knew that she almost always had on her , and caught the attention of Augustus. “Hey ! I bet you can’t beat me in Mario Kart !” The two were instantly locked in a very competitive game , they both seemed like they were having fun.

Veruca and Violet would rather die than talk to each other in front of others , so the queen went off with her father to take pictures in her new sweater and the princess pranced off in their new coat , practicing some ballet moves they knew they needed to perfect. Amidst Mike loudly celebrating his win , he spotted Veruca wearing her new tiara , of course she would’ve waited until they were far away to put it on , and he smiled a bit wider. Stupid room and giving him good emotions.

Nobody but Charlie fully witnessed the parents opening their gifts , all of which suited their personalities pretty well , the most the others saw were glimpses of the men giving each other loving stares but got too disgusted to witness anything else.

Charlie had seemed to remember something once the adults opened all their presents , standing up to retrieve a a small gift with a specific kind of purple wrapping paper and bringing it to Wonka , he couldn’t let Wonka be the only one without something new. Wonka took it with a soft , questioning smile. “I didn’t want to exclude you !”

Wonka chuckled , patting Charlie’s shoulder as he opened it. “You’re sweet , kid.” He pulled out a small handmade bracelet in his colors and Charlie rolled down his sleeve , showing off the matching bracelet he wore , it being the colors of his usual sweater. The elder grinned , pulling Charlie into a hug , he smiled wide and returned the hug immediately. “Merry Christmas , Charlie.”

“Merry Christmas , Mr. Wonka.”

As if the others were paying attention , which they absolutely weren’t , they chorused merry Christmas’ from their places of the room before going back to what they were doing. They hope to never do that again.

[catboyposer]

a very fond memory i have is being like. 10 or 11 and being in like. 4th or 5th grade and my friend was telling me about this new thing called being Emo. and how "Emo" was short for "Emotional" and was giving us tips on how to be emo which included "not being happy" and like. having bangs or something. this was around 2008 when emo stuff kind of blew up so i dont remember the exact conversation.

obviously as 11 year olds still in elementary school its not like we could look like the older teen myspace scemos we saw on myspace and youtube so emo for us was like, buying skelanimals and gloomy plushies and watching gore anime and invader zim and listening to music too of course. I remember i had a phase where i liked skull patterns on clothes. I also started getting into the habit of wearing jackets everyday which ended up being a reoccurring gimmick that lasted until college lmao.

i call myself a poser sort of jokingly because i know a lot of new age ppl could probably label me as such (ive never rly been able to dress over the top and flashy for multiple reasons and also i dont limit what music i listen to for the sake of being "valid" or tied down to a specific culture) but scemo rly truly has been like. my whole life. i am 26 now. crazy to think i was there when it started and im here now with a degree and a job and i still go online to look at emo skull graphics and draw guys with flippy hair and im planning to reread jthm. im gonna be 40 one day and still listening to shake it by metro station and buying all my tee shirts at hot topic i really cant imagine being any other way.

anyway theres no point to this rambling im not saying im more or less dedicated than anyone else sometimes i just get emotional thinking about all this. i remember getting made fun of by other kids growing up for "being emo" but idc i had fun and it makes me smile

[taylor-on-your-dash]

Swift Ascent - Dolly Magazine - May 2009

Original Scans; Conducted on March 14, 2009 in Sydney

As usual, this was transcribed for the interviews spreadsheet.

DOLLY's Emma V meets Taylor Swift and discovers she's the perfect antidote to trashy starlets like Paris and Lindsay, proving once and for all that nice girls really do finish first.

I'm standing in the middle of an excited crowd on a Saturday night in March when a tall blonde walks onto the stage. "I feel like we should get to know each other," she says into the microphone "I'll start - my name's Taylor, I'm class of 2008, koalas ave my new favourite animal, and I officially love Australia". The crowd roars in approval, while 19-year-old Taylor Swift grins from ear-to-ear. Watching her flit across the stage ina micro-mini green sequined dress, it's hard to believe we're just a hop, skip and jump away from Mount Kosciusko at the "CMC Rocks the Snowys" country music festival. But like the festival itself, which is free of line-dancing and boot- scooting. Taylor is a contradiction Born in the small US town of Wyomissing, Pennsylvania. Taylor surprised everyone when she developed a passion for country music "The kids at school thought it was weird that I liked country -they'd make fun of me," she confessed recently. But Miss Swift didn't let a little thing like peer pressure put her off "discovered Shania Twain, Faith [Hill] and the Dixie Chicks, and I found all these things in their songs I could relate to country music told stories that made me think."

RELUCTANT SUPERSTAR As I wait backstage for my interview with Taylor, it's obvious when she enters the room, even though I can't actually see her due to all the people trying to catch a glimpse - I haven't seen so much fuse over ane person since interviewing Jessica Alba! Despite the hangers-on and the gaggle of minders rushing around, she appears relaxed and cheerful as she records a TV interview. Watching all the craziness unfold, it's hard to believe the statuesque teen (she stands at 180cm, the same height as supermodel Gisele Bündchen) was a loner at school. "Junior high was actually sort of hard, because I got dumped by this. group of popular girls," she revealed during an interview recently. "They didn't think I was cool or pretty enough so they stopped talking to me when I'd sit down at the lunch table, they'd get up and move. Or as I was setting up my equipment to sing karaoke at the town summer festival, the kids would shout horrible things."

TAYLOR BY NUMBERS Costume changes in her live show: 1 (she ripped off her black tee and jeans to reveal a green sequined shift dress) Signed first song-writing deal at 13 Scored first number-one at 16 Number of friends on MySpace: 1,177, 650-and counting! Number of albums sold: 6,000,000+

THE TAYLOR EFFECT Finally it's my turn to chat to Miss Swift, but before I sit down, she extends her hand and says, "Hi, I'm Taylor." I'm impressed -most celebrities fail to observe basic pleasantries when you meet them. As we chat a number of things strike me: her skin is like porcelain- I have to fight the urge to ask if it's real. Her hair is her signature thing-flowing curls which are naturally honey blonde (she's never coloured her hair), and her eyes-even when the questions get more personal, her blue eyes atay fixed on me the whole time. Many industry people say it's this natural air that sets Taylor apart from other young musicians. "I didn't want to write songs about being on the road and being in hotels and missing your family and missing your friends," she says. "I'm inspired by boys and love. Those are my favourite things to write about." After Joe Jonas dumped her in a 27-second phone call, Tay didn't get angry: she simply used the experience to pen the track "Forever & Always" which was a late inclusion in her top-selling alburn, Fearless. I ask her if she worries about whether potential boyfriends will be scared off by her candid song-writing style. She pauses, before saying, "I think my motto on that is that if guys don't want me to write bad songs about them, they shouldn't do bad things". It's a little piece of Taylor wisdom to take home, along with a photo and a hug that makes me think we could all use a bit of Taylor's sunny outlook in our lives.

TAYLOR TALKS, ER, SWIFTLY ON

HER DEATHROW MEAL "A huge cheeseburger, large fnes and a chocolate milkshake." WHAT MAKES HER SMILE "When I've just figured out the perfect word to go in that gap I was missing [in a song that s when I am at my happiest." BEING IN LOVE "I don't think I've had one great love of my life. Love is interesting because you can feel like you are in love and then after, you realise that if it had been that great love, then it would have lasted." HER SECRET TO MYSPACE SUCCESS. "My success on MySpace has come from not treating my MySpace as a promotional site, like I just wanted to get a lot of fans and use them to buy my albuma. I just wrote on my MySpace [about] who I am as a person, what I like, what I don't like. I think that being real with people is the best that you can do Just be yourself if you keep having to reinvent yourself, eventually you'll run out of things to be." HER LAST BIG SPLURGE "I bought a tour bus this year-that was a big splurge! But that's like where I live, so it's sort of like investing in a new house on wheels. It has a treadmill out the back, it has a shower, a complete bathroom, wood floors, a huge bed and a chandelier over the bed. It's really fun!"

[azuls-spare-contracts]

ALTERNATIVE TWST HCS + Favorite Bands PART 2

Index for refresher:

Name: Green Genre of music and subculture: Blue Favorite singer/band(if any): Red Do they dress like it: Pink

Kalim: He is Pop-Punk and is also into Hardcore-Rock and his favorite artists are also Avril Lavigne but also Halestorm and yes he does dress pop-punk when he has time

Jamil: He is into Groove Metal and into Hardcore-Punk music his favorite band is probably Kittie and he dresses Punk-rock when he has the time to

Vil: they are a Scene Queen because they serve cunt and they probably like how its dark yet so colorful and their favorite bands and artists are Millionaires, Scene Kidz,Halestorm and Attack Attack, yes vil would dress like a scene queen but only to some events and to post on myspace

Epel: He is also a scene kid just he's the kind that would listen to stuff like Scotty Vanity,Hollyood Undead and BrokeNCYDE, and would act like a cocky scene kid the kind that always talks about getting women, yes he does dress like a scene kid and does it kind of often just find the putting on eyeliner part a bit annoying until he learnt he can use it to make him look more masculine

Rook: he is Hard-core punk and he likes to listen to songs that include some folklore and his favorite band is AFI but he listens to anything and yes he does dress hardcore-punk with a more apocalyptic theme or whatever Vil likes

Idia: Now if anyone was to be a scene kid it would be him i defenitly thing he is a scene kid he is SPECIFICALLY the 2012 Gamer Scene Kids and his favorite artists are Dot Dot Curve, S3RL, and I Set My Friends On Fire, and yes he always dresses like a scene kid just he's the kind that wears a statement hoodie and had his hair in choppy layers as well as many bracelets and tight skinny jeans and a studded belt but not too much to bring him too much attention

Ortho: he is a cyber goth and listens to the music as well his favorite band is Eisenfunk and yes he does dress cybergoth often with the help of Idia.

Malleus: Now This man is is a victorian goth and he owns it i mean he already looks like one to be fair he also listens to metal and goth music now his favorite bands are Scary Bitches, Rammstein and The Sisters of Mercy, and yes absolutely dresses Victorian Goth often he is the most goth mf in this game alongside azul

Silver: he is into Christian Rock and Emo-Rock and his favorite bands are The Killers, and Flyleaf he also does dress rock and yes he is the kind to wear band tees and have nice hair and eyeliner

Sebek: i think he listens to anything and also PUNK SEBEK he has pricings trust and he listens to what anyone shows him

Lilia: He is a metal-head as well as a masisve fan of BABYMETAL, Rob Zombie Cannibal Corpse and Obituary and yes he does dress like a metal head pretty often. Now those are all of my head cannons!!! i hope you guys like them coming from an alternative person myself who is really into alternative subculture and fashion history!!