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Caption: Taemin has been a K-pop idol for more than half his life. This year, though, the SHINee singer decided to make a change by broadening his horizons and stepping out of his comfort zone, which has culminated in his captivating new mini-album ‘Eternal’.⁣ ⁣ Speaking to NME, Taemin opens up about having more creative control in his music, why he left SM Entertainment and more. Read the full interview at the link in bio⁣

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Aaliyah. NME, November 10, 2001

Reblogged from @johngotty

Funny that back then there was "No Unreleased Material" but... now there is..?? and it's not even going to be released (or significantly delayed since 2022) due to a supposed change in contract between Blackground and Empire...?? Correct me if I am wrong?

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Olivia Rodrigo for NME Magazine in 2021

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jak crawford x reader

the ring is perfect.

it's not too big, but loose enough to make it easy to twirl around around your finger with your thumb. it's more of a nervous habit than anything else, really; but jak still places his hand over yours to still your movements.

it's very simple, with a silver band and a few little gemstones along the edge. you haven't asked what they're made of; you know he can afford them with all of his racing money, but you really don't care if they're diamonds or glass shards. besides, a wildly expensive ring wouldn't really fit into this setting, anyway.

jak's thumb brushes over your knuckles, his eyes following the dressed-up lawyer running in through the front door looking more than mildly confused. a security officer shows him the right way to some courtroom, her voice drowned out by the wails of a toddler in the far corner of the waiting room. the mother of the child tries anything she can to cheer him up, bouncing him on her knee and singing songs and playing with his toy cars, as the bags under her eyes seem to grow deeper by the second. the father merely grunts beside her and scrolls further down the news article on his phone.

the noise level in the room is not objectively loud per se; you're just a little extra sensitive, you assume. but at the same time, you could probably fall asleep right here and now, lulled to a slumber by the ambient music flowing from the speakers. it's been a long night, to be fair – it's already nearing eight in the morning, meaning you've been up for over a day – but it had to be done.

your parents were thankfully fast asleep when jak arrived at your door some seven hours ago. you've never been good at sneaking around, but with parents who always sleep like the dead after a few drinks, you've never had any reason to. the actual packing and moving of all your personal belongings into jak's car wasn't that time-consuming, but the car ride back to his home in charlotte, north carolina, along with the waiting for the courthouse to finally open, took all night.

it all felt far too familiar. like jumping into his car when he picked you up from school, not caring that your parents were expecting you to go straight home; running away with him during the weekends, paying no mind to your parents' enforced house arrest; most importantly, spending time with that one boy they did never approve of.

but it was never quite this serious when you were younger.

you're still teenagers now, but it's so different. you're far more grown; far more mature than those little kids you were years ago when you still lived in charlotte, just a thirty minute drive away from jak, before your parents bought that house some 500 miles away. you feel like you're a completely new person – and yet, that little girl from all those years ago still blushes inside of you when you turn your head to meet jak's eyes.

"are you sure you want to go through with this?" he asks, eyes scanning yours for any kind of sign. "you seem... unsure."

you shake your head instantly. "i'm just tired."

tired of waiting, planning, stalling.

tired of being anything other than his.

he gives you a quick nod, his hand squeezing yours, his own wedding band cool against the back of your hand.

jak bought your ring months ago but never found a good time to give it to you.

what time could be better to propose than the night your girlfriend is escaping from her parents without as much as a note to say goodbye?

you said yes, of course; there's nothing you'd rather do than spend the rest of your life with him. he had hoped for that answer, but he had not expected you to suggest getting married right away. but here and now, nothing feels more right.

maybe the wedding itself isn't that big of a deal, but you both know your feelings are.

"i always expected them to be here, you know?"

your voice breaks the thickening silence that's filled the room since the family in the corner left. you rest your head on jak's shoulder and he hums, a sign for you to go on.

"like, not actually here, but... at my wedding." you intertwine your fingers with his, unable to suppress your sigh. "in some twisted way, i assumed we would have gotten better by then, and that they would want to be here."

despite everything that's happened, you can't blame your parents too much. you get it, you really do; they wanted a certain life for you. a good life, one where they had gotten to plan out every little detail with great care.

unfortunately, that wasn't the life you wanted for yourself.

they gave up so much to move to the america they had seen in the movies; the home of the brave, the land of the free. not the america that would surely but slowly tear their family apart, if even just by giving their daughter a small taste of freedom.

that intoxicating drug. even a tiny bit was enough to make you realize how free you can be, and how stupid you would be to want anything else.

"maybe... one day, they will want to be here," jak answers, turning his head to let his lips meet the top of your head. "then we could have a ceremony with them."

that silence from before appears again, but for some reason, your heart flutters at the meaning behind the words. "you sure have good imagination, crawford."

someone calls out your names, and the sound of your parents' surname already stings a bit. jak has been calling you "mrs. crawford" for half a day now, so anything else already sounds unnatural.

and maybe because in reality, you've always been, and always will be, mrs. crawford.

you both rise to your feet and walk hand-in-hand into your new life.

the start of forever.

"neither of us had a lot of time to write these vows, but... here we go... this ring around my finger... it could just as well be made of paper or string. its true worth doesn't lie in its material, but in the love it represents. i would still wear it until i die, just like i will be by your side until i give in to death. you've always been mine, and now what's mine is yours. i offer you everything i am. our relationship may not fit into the conventional molds or follow the traditional paths, but it's ours, and i wouldn't change a single moment of our journey together."

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Alex Turner for the nmemagazine, Chicago 2009

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American Wedding

The borrowed Mustang was parked in front of an old chapel, its pearl-white paint glowing faintly under the moonlight. Rafe leaned against the hood, his tie undone and his hair a mess of humidity and nervous sweat. His hands fumbled with a cigarette he hadn’t even lit yet, the lighter trembling in his fingers.

Inside the chapel, her voice echoed faintly, soft laughter mixing with murmurs of a wedding that wasn’t supposed to be. They’d driven hours from the Outer Banks, crossing state lines to this no-name town with nothing but a gas station and this roadside chapel that reeked of desperation and faded dreams.

She’d told him, “This is it, Rafe. We can make our own rules. We don’t have to be them.”

Them. The Kooks, the suffocating expectations that hung over his every move like the shadow of his father. He didn’t want to be like Ward, didn’t want to build a kingdom he’d inevitably burn down, didn’t want to ruin everything good just because he could.

So he’d said yes. To her, to this, to a wedding that wasn’t real but felt more genuine than anything he’d ever had.

But now, standing there with the crisp air biting at his neck, the weight of it all crashed down on him.

Inside, she twirled in her thrift-store wedding dress, its lace fraying at the edges but glowing like gold in the dim light. She was radiant, her laugh contagious, her eyes full of wild hope that had drawn him in from the start.

“Rafe,” she called, her voice breaking through his spiral. “Come on, we’re married now. You’re supposed to dance with me.”

He forced a smile and slipped back inside, the smell of cheap champagne and dollar-store candles hitting him like a wave.

“This is insane,” he muttered into her ear, though his grip on her tightened.

“I know,” she whispered back, her breath warm against his cheek. “But it’s ours.”

They swayed to the scratchy sound of an old record player, the song something soft and tragic, a perfect match for their reckless fantasy.

Hours later, the chapel was quiet, leaving the two of them in the dim glow of the exit sign. She was asleep on one of the pews, the white dress draped over her like a ghost.

Rafe sat in silence, staring at the ring on his finger. It wasn’t real. None of it was.

But for one night, he’d let himself believe it was.

Because tomorrow, they’d drive back to the Outer Banks, back to the tangled mess of lies, debts, and his father’s cold shadow. And she would look at him differently, like she always did when he cracked under the weight of it all.

But for now, he let himself linger in the quiet.

In the feeling that maybe, just maybe, he could be someone else.

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m r s dot kennedyyy,

she signed her name in pen,

in her fancy fancy cursive,

then turned her term papers in

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literally me & him

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January 14, 2002

Blackground obtained a deal with Universal and the video made its television debut on BET, MTV, and VH1 during the week ending January 14, 2002.

PHOTO: Aaliyah. NME, November 10, 2001 Article

Reblogged from @johngotty

Funny that back then there was "No Unreleased Material" but... now there is..?? Rumored to be release "around her Bday" (with nothing on the horizon from Blackground themselves) despite her birthday being a day (and some change) away.

What do you think?

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kurt cobain via nmemagazine

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