#rowdy olsen

[mymbios]

Rowdy Olsen, a 27-year-old public defender, grew up in a small town in Georgia. Her childhood was shaped by the tight-knit, slow-paced community where everyone knew each other and family ties ran deep. Her parents, James Olsen (54), a mechanic, and Martha Olsen (52), a waitress at the local diner, worked tirelessly to provide for Rowdy and her two younger siblings, Dale (25) and Ruby Mae (22). Despite their lack of formal education, James and Martha instilled in their children the importance of integrity, hard work, and standing up for what's right.

Rowdy always felt a strong sense of responsibility toward her family and community. From an early age, she noticed the struggles of her neighbors—unfair evictions, limited healthcare access, and unequal treatment under the law. But the turning point came when her best friend's father was wrongfully accused of theft and had no access to quality legal defense. Watching his life unravel ignited a fire in Rowdy to fight for those who couldn’t fight for themselves.

In high school, Rowdy excelled academically and on the debate team, using her natural charm and quick wit to argue her points passionately. But life in a small town wasn’t always easy for someone as outspoken as she was. Many in her conservative town thought she should "know her place," but Rowdy's stubbornness and fierce sense of justice wouldn’t let her stay quiet.

With encouragement from her teachers, Rowdy earned a scholarship to the University of Georgia, where she majored in political science and developed an interest in criminal justice reform. While in college, she volunteered at a local legal aid clinic, where she realized the power of giving a voice to the voiceless. After graduating, she attended law school at Emory University, determined to return to her roots and make a difference in communities like her own.

Today, Rowdy works as a public defender in Savannah, Georgia. Her clients are often people like the neighbors she grew up with—those overlooked or mistreated by the system. Her approach to her work is deeply empathetic; she takes time to understand her clients’ stories, knowing that every case is more than just a file number. She’s known for her tenacity in court, her refusal to back down from a challenge, and her ability to connect with juries by speaking plainly and honestly.

Despite the demands of her job, Rowdy remains deeply connected to her family. She calls her parents weekly, offering advice and sending money when needed. Her siblings adore her; Dale, who works as a truck driver, often jokes that Rowdy’s smarts “must’ve skipped the rest of us,” while Ruby Mae, a nursing student, sees her as a role model. Rowdy frequently visits home, where she spends time fishing with her dad and baking with her mom—a tradition she cherishes.

Rowdy’s personality is as vibrant as her upbringing. She’s confident and quick-witted, with a dry sense of humor that can lighten even the tensest situations. She has a strong moral compass but isn’t above bending the rules if it means helping someone in need. Outside of work, she enjoys hiking, reading true crime novels, and spending time with her rescue dog, Gus, a scrappy mutt she adopted during law school.

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Daughter of the Rain and Snow

Concept: Around ten years after the events of Crooked Kingdom, 25-year-old Captain Inej Ghafa frees Maya Olsen from a pleasure house in Ketterdam. Maya is looking for revenge against the man who put her in her position, a man who she knows nothing about except his name: Kaz Brekker.

Tags: @wraith--2 @lunarthecorvus @just2bubbly @real-fragments7 @cartoon-clifford @origami-butterfly @lady-a-stuff @thelibraryofalexandriastillburns @inej-ghafa-deserves-the-world @thatdelusionalnerd

If anyone wants to be added let me know :)

Content Warnings: in more general terms I want to remind people to be aware of the nature of Kaz and Inej's experiences and relationship since even if I'm not directly addressing these things they tend to be implicit in any writing about them, but specifically to this chapter there's ptsd references, anxiety, violence references, blood, wounds, and fear of losing loved ones

Note: Oh my goodness we only have the epilogue left to go... this is insane I can't believe we've reached the end

AO3 link: Daughter of the Rain and Snow - Chapter 145 - She_posts_nerdy_stuff - Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo [Archive of Our Own]

Chapter 144 - Kaz

At least the Crow Club was back in working order. Beyond that things weren’t looking at their best. Kaz knew from Anika and Pim’s reports that the damage was mostly repaired and they’d reopened the closed wing a few months ago, but he also knew from the income reports Yara had been sending him  that they’d taken a hit. Her projections looked sunnier for next month, but Kaz wasn’t feeling particularly confident. There was a nervous energy about the Slat when he walked in, still as rowdy as it usually was in these early hours of the morning but with a slightly frantic edge. Kaz had known his extended absence would take a toll, but he’d tried to keep in control of what he could. 

“I assume there are rumours going round about -”

“Your mysterious disappearance? Yeah,” said Anika, “We’re treading water trynna cover up for you being missing,”

“Anyone get wise?”

“To the fact you weren’t here or to what you were actually up to?”

Kaz shot her an unamused glare. Clearly he needed to stop telling Anika up to 50% of the truth, because she was getting too good at picking up what the rest of it was. 

“I don’t think so,” she said, “Not with any proof you weren’t around. Few people here and there are convinced you’re dead,”

That didn’t particularly surprise him.

“Any attempts at territory grabs since you last wrote?”

“Liddies are still riled up, but nothing new except a pretty hollow looking threat from Black Tips,”

Kaz sighed. They weren’t staying in Ketterdam for long, he’d have to get through work quickly and make a few choice appearances if he could spare the time.

As far as Kaz and Inej knew, the plan was for them to drop in on Jesper and Wylan for the afternoon, then go to the house overnight whilst Nina stayed on the Geldstradt. They didn’t have the space to have her at the house by the harbour - especially when Alyssa was staying with them too - and anyway she would only be kept up all night by Sadja. But apparently Jesper and Wylan had other plans, as soon as they were through the door it was all but a demand they at least stay there the first night. They’d even set up a room for Alyssa upstairs, so she was close if Inej or Sadja needed her.

“How are you feeling?” Kaz had asked, watching Inej’s hand find the railing on the porch of the Hendriks house.

“I’m fine,”

Kaz shook his head, looking down at Sadja.

“Once you can talk I’m going to teach you to shout at your Mama every time she says that,” he told her, gently readjusting the sling in hopes of helping her settle.

Nina laughed.

Sadja had done well on the boat, Kaz thought, for a stubborn two month old who had never travelled further than the Grand Palace until a couple of weeks ago, but she hadn’t slept well last night and still didn’t seem to be interested in sleeping now.

“Kaz, really,” said Inej, shaking her head, “I’m okay. I’m just tired,”

Kaz nodded, but he and Nina had shared a brief glance. Inej rang the doorbell and Sadja immediately jutted out her bottom lip in indignation; for a moment Kaz thought she was going to cry but she settled again, still looking a little grumpy. He readjusted his cane so that he could remain balanced whilst he offered her his finger, and once she’d acknowledged it he gently rubbed his hand up and down her tiny tummy.

“Do you not like doorbells, Sadja?”

“I think it’s quite normal for babies not to like loud noises, Kaz,” said Nina, peering over the sling, “You’re okay, aren’t you Sadja? You’re a brave little muffin,”

“Brave little muffin?” asked Kaz.

“Hey, that is just about the highest compliment I’ve ever given anyone,”

“Well, you are brave aren’t you Sadja? You’re just like your Mama,”

She wriggled a little in the sling, as though she was trying to look up at him properly, and smiled. Kaz glowed. 

The door had barely been opened when they were met by the practically shouted words:

“Where’s my niece?”

“Well, hello to you too, Jesper,” said Inej, sharing his soft laugh.

She leaned into the arm he offered and he kissed her on the cheek, ushering her over the doorstep. Kaz followed, nodding at Jesper.

“Saints, I’ve missed you,” said Jesper, hugging Inej again.

“Oh, I’ve missed you too,”

Nina cleared her throat, glaring teasingly at Jesper. He threw an arm around her shoulders.

“I’ve missed you too, darling, obviously. And I guess I missed you Kaz,”

“Always with the compliments,”

Where’s Wylan?” asked Inej.

“Couldn’t get out of a meeting,” Jesper replied, shaking his head, “He won’t be long. Now, where’s this little Sadja you’ve been withholding from me?”

“Withholding-? She’s only been alive two months - and you were in Novyi Zem for one and a half of them,”

“Withholding,” Jesper repeated

Inej laughed. Kaz gently scooped Sadja out of her sling and into his arms, rocking her for a moment before he passed her to Inej so Jesper could lean over and greet her. He looked like he was about to burst with glee.

“Oh my goodness, you two she’s so beautiful. Aren’t you? Yes you are, yes you are,”

Jesper looked up at Kaz and Inej, grinning.

“She’s wonderful,”

“She most certainly is,” Kaz smiled, pushing the door to behind him before they walked together towards the living room, “It’s good to see you, Jes,”

“You too. And honestly you with a baby is quite possibly both the funniest and cutest thing I have ever seen, so thank you for that,”

Nina snorted. Kaz glared at them both. 

“And how are you?” Jesper had asked Inej, as they sat on the sofa together.

It was about twenty minutes later and Wylan had just got back, all apologies for being late and overjoyed to see them all again. He was now sitting in between Inej and Kiada with Sadja in his arms, smiling.

“Well, I haven’t slept in about two months,” Inej smiled, leaning her head onto Jesper’s shoulder, “But other than that I’m doing pretty well. How are you? - How was Novyi Zem?”

“I’m good, we’re all pretty good at the minute, actually. And Novyi Zem was lovely, good to see my Da, and everyone did a very good job,” he squeezed Aimee’s hand lightly, from where she was perching on the arm of the sofa next to him, “There were a few moments where we thought we’d have to come home early - that was always in the plan as an option, if anyone needed it - but we ended up staying the whole time,”

“How’s Colm?” asked Nina, leaning forwards to pick her coffee up from the table.

The conversation floated on, and Kaz had drifted in and out of paying attention to it as he kept his eyes on Sadja. She started wriggling uncomfortably and Wylan passed her back to Inej, then a moment passed before she started crying. 

“Is she alright?” asked Kaz.

“She’s just hungry,” said Inej, looking at Kaz in a way that meant calm down, she’s a baby, she’s going to cry, you do not need to worry as she stood up and gently rocked Sadja against her chest, whispering to her in Suli, “I’ll take her upstairs,”

At some point, Kaz wasn’t exactly sure how long it had been, it was only him, Nina, and Jesper still sitting in the living room. Focus had switched freely: the trip to Novyi Zem - two weeks with Colm followed by a month and a half through in Weddle and Shriftport, then another two weeks with Colm - Kiada had struggled with the boat, Aimee had struggled on the farm, Kiada has struggled in Weddle; news on the Ravkans and their new little prince and princess, twins about three months older than Sadja; Clemmie Boscht had started renting an apartment in the city and came to the house to share roast dinner with the family once a month; updates on something Kaz had forgotten to pay attention to as he was wondering how long Inej and Sadja had been gone and if he should go upstairs to find them. Now Nina was asking about wedding plans - the original date should have been last month, but it hadn’t been set in stone when Kaz and Inej first went to Ravka so Jesper and Wylan had decided to postpone and visit Jesper’s father instead of him coming out to them. 

“Doesn’t matter,” Jesper was saying, “Nothing will ever make up for the fact that Kaz Brekker got married before I did,”

Nina flopped against the back cushions of the sofa.

“Yeah, it’s a real blow to the ego isn’t it?”

“Aren’t you two just the height of comedy?” said Kaz drily.

“To be fair, Jes,” Nina added, “I think we were all surprised you weren’t the first to get married. I mean how long had you two known each other before you moved in, two months?”

“No, well I really only joke,” said Jesper, glancing briefly at the door and lowering his voice, “Wylan told me ages ago he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to get married, after everything with his parents he just kinda… lost faith in it,”

Jesper had told Kaz about it at the time. It was years ago, around the time of the Van Eck trial, and Wylan was having an unsurprisingly bad time of it. He said he’d burst into tears and told Jesper that it had been evil of him to trap him in a relationship that would never go anywhere, and that he could leave if he wanted to and Wylan would understand. Apparently Jesper had stared at him for almost a full minute, and then said:

“Wy, you’re seventeen,”

“Well, clearly,” Kaz had said, “You handled that well,”

“I helped him afterwards!” Jepser had cried defensively, “That was just my first thought,”

Now Kaz sat behind his desk at the Slat, flicking through the endless pile of papers laying in wait and watching the hands move on his timepiece. Almost five bells. He wanted to be back by six.

Sadja had woken up not long before three bells, screaming loud enough to bring the entire house down. Kaz fumbled in the dark, searching for his cane, before Inej turned on the gas lights and handed it to him, smiling and shaking her head. They sat next to each other on the side of the mattress as Sadja nursed, and for about half an hour afterwards Kaz was still rocking her slowly whilst Inej lowered the lights and lay back down. Sadja seemed on the verge of settling back to sleep and Kaz stood to return her to the cradle next to the bed, only for her to immediately start wailing again.

“Well I hope you’re not still hungry,” he said softly in Suli, giving her a gente bounce “I think Mama’s asleep,”

She flailed one of her tiny fists into the air and it whacked lightly against Kaz’s chest.

“Not bad form,” he told her, “But you need more strength behind it if you want to do real damage. We’ll work on that when you’re older. What can we do to help you sleep now though, hm?”

Sadja wriggled in his arm and Kaz moved to sit on one of the armchairs so he could set down his cane and support her more comfortably. 

“I don’t have anything new to read to you,” he said, “But I could tell you a story if you’d like,”

There was a pause broken only by Sadja’s impatient cries, before Inej’s soft voice came from the darkness on the other side of the room:

“You know the whole idea of us using one language each with her whilst she's still learning kind of depends on you speaking to her in Kerch, right?”

Kaz looked up.

“Inej? I thought you were asleep,”

“Kaz, if you think anyone could fall asleep through this then I have serious concerns about your hearing. And, again, you’re supposed to speak in Kerch,”

“I’m still not convinced that’s going to work,” he replied, “Isn’t she just going to hear us using both with each other anyway?”

Inej groaned.

“It’s three in the morning, Kaz, can we talk about this later?”

He laughed softly, nodding though he wasn’t sure if she’d see in the dark. He’d known that he needed to go to the Slat - the last word from Anika and Pim had been concerningly vague -  but he could stay here a little while yet, couldn’t he? What harm would it do, just to stay here for a little longer? He sighed.

“You need to go, don’t you?”

He didn’t know how she did that.

“It can wait until tomorrow,”

“You can’t,” said Inej, quietly, “Go on. I’ll get her settled, just don’t be long, okay?”

“Never,”

He really needed to stop watching the clock, or he wouldn’t get anything done and have to bully himself into staying longer. It was a good while past five bells when he left, ignoring the shouts for attention that followed him from the crowd. The Hendriks house was mostly still sleeping, though Wylan was unsurprisingly up and in the kitchen making coffee by the time Kaz arrived at six bells. Inej was awake but she was still upstairs, not long dressed and part way through brushing her hair when Kaz knocked softly on the door. She opened it slowly, pressing a finger to her lips as he slipped inside.

“Sadja’s asleep,”

Kaz stood over the cradle for a moment, watching her. She really was perfect. Inej appeared next to him, her arm slipping around his waist once he’d nodded confirmation. She leaned her head against his shoulder.

“She already looks like you,” she whispered.

Kaz shook his head.

“She’s beautiful. That’s all you,”

Inej shook her head then, her hand finding his and slipping beneath the rim so her fingers brushed his wrist. Kaz’s heart leapt, thinking of holding her on the floor almost a year ago, a knife in her gut and her blood soaking over both of them. He swallowed and she felt him tense, starting to pull away to give him space. His fingers tightened over hers, holding her to him. 

“We’ve not…” she hesitated, “We’ve not talked about a plan for where to live. For what to do next,”

Kaz had been avoiding the conversation, because he didn’t actually know what he was going to say. But it was a year ago when he couldn’t tell her everything he’d thought he should be able to say by now - 

Their happiness, together. In Kerch, in Ravka, they could move to the permafrost in Fjerda for all he cared. He would carve a life for her in the face of a mountain, if that was what she wanted.

- and so much had changed since then. He should be able to tell her that now. And he did.

Inej turned and leaned her face up towards his, glowing in the soft dancing light of dawn leaking through the window, her dark eyes shimmering. She lifted a hand up to cup his cheek, and slowly they leaned into each other. Their foreheads pressed against each other, Kaz’s hand slipped down Inej’s back, and their lips met in the warmth of spring and joy and a family that for so long Kaz had convinced himself he didn’t want, because he never thought he’d be able to find it. 

The entire world was golden.

[rickybowensfever]

28. “I should have stayed home”

@sicktember - Day 28

28. “I should have stayed home”

NEW CHARACTERS!!

I'm introducing my new characters in this fic. Meet Jessie and Luke!

Jessica “Jessie” Rose Baker (She/her): Fat; curly long blonde hair; Southern Belle from Alabama currently living in Maryland, bisexual; dental hygienist. She is fresh out of college. Age: 23

Luke Olsen (He/him): Trans guy; light brown hair and green eyes; slender; from Maryland; 2nd grade teacher at a public school. Age: 22

Bio: Jessie and Luke met at John Hopkin’s University in Maryland. They live together in a small apartment complex and have been together for three years. They met during their junior year of college.

OCTOBER 5, 2023

Sitting at their table in the dim light of the venue, Luke could feel his head pounding as the DJ announced Jessie’s sister and her brother-in-law.

“Everybody give it up for the first time as husband and wife, Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds!”, the room erupted with applause and cheering as the newlyweds made their grand entrance to the dance floor.

Meanwhile, Luke lay his head on the table dressed in a white tablecloth, covering his ears trying to drown out the sound.

What feels like twenty minutes later but is only a few minutes, he feels Jessie’s hand on his back. Her long blonde curls hitting his shoulder and the smell of her rose perfume was strong.

“You okay?” she whispered into his ear. Throughout the last two weeks, Luke had felt something coming on. With the seasons changing and a month into the school year, it was inevitable. Only two years into teaching and his immune system had yet to catch up with his germ-infested students. But he held out hope that the beginning of school sickness would hold out until after the wedding.  

He was very, very wrong.

“I should’ve stayed home” his voice muffled as he kept his head on the table. Jessie sighed at her boyfriend and immediately grabbed her purse from the chair beside him. She sat down and rummaged through it until she found her emergency pack of pain relievers.

Luke knew what Jessie was thinking since they had just had this conversation yesterday. Luke was feeling run down from a long week of rowdy (and snotty) second graders that he skipped the rehearsal dinner that night to rest on the couch and watch [redacted show because the SAG-AFTRA & WGA are on strike!]  for the fifth time.  

Jessie told him repeatedly he didn’t have to go to the wedding sick. But Luke was as stubborn as they came, and he wanted to support her. But now he wanted to kick Past Luke for not listening to her.  

Jessie nudged Luke’s arm trying to get his attention, holding onto the sleeve of his suit jacket. He slowly pulled his head off of the table and looked at her with his big glassy, green eyes. She pouted her lip; she wore rose red lipstick to match her maroon-colored dress.

As the DJ called everyone to watch the father-daughter dance, Jessie handed him the small white container shaped as a cylinder and directed him to take the medication. Luke shook out two pink tablets onto his palm and chase them down with the complementary glass of water he was given when they walked into the reception.

“Why don’t I give you the key to the hotel and you can go lie down?” she suggested, looking at him and back up at the dance floor.

Luke knew she was right. At his job, he was constantly solving childish problems that his seven and eight-year-old students thought were the end of the world so why was it so hard to let someone else solve his easy problems for once?

“I think I’ll be okay” he lied as his head continued to pound to the rhythm of the music.

Jessie had been looking forward to being a bridesmaid in her sister's wedding since the engagement back in Fall of 2019 which happened to be the same time she and Luke met at college. He wanted to be there for her to witness her brother’s big day.

Jessie smiled a thin-lipped smile and put a hand on his back. “If you start feeling bad, let me know and a car can drive you over to the hotel. Seriously,” she said looking into his eyes sternly.

Luke nodded his head in agreement. He would wait at least until dinner and head back to the hotel. He had at least attended the wedding, he told himself trying to convince his anxious thoughts he was doing good by her.

[tuttle-4077]

Tuttle's Story Catalogue

Story 9:

Accidental Truths

Have you ever noticed that, in the show, sometimes Hogan will just say things and his words will become reality? This story takes that premise and pushes it to the nth degree!

A fountain of water appears in the middle of camp. Is it a result of hitting a water line while digging tunnels? That's what Klink thinks, but Hogan tries to convince him it's the Fountain of Youth. Well, Klink is no dummy-- Hogan's already played that trick on him.

But it turns out... Hogan wasn't lying! It really is the Fountain of Youth and it's de-aged people all over camp-- including Klink!

Cue Papa Bear trying to become Papa Hogan and keep a bunch of rowdy boys under control until they can find a solution.

This story poses some interesting moral questions for Hogan, especially regarding Klink. And it's quite possible that Klink grows in more ways than one.

It's a story that, according to one reviewer, shouldn't work, but does.

Things we learn in the story:

Olsen's first name is Jerrik and, as a child, he could speak German.

Goldman could also speak German as a child.

We learn Hogan's mother is German.

Olsen is afraid of heights.

Kid!Newkirk has never seen a frog and doesn't know what a radio is (Radios weren't commercially available until 1920).

Easter Eggs: I stole some things from M*A*S*H in the chapter Operation Bedtime. See if you can spot them.

Chapters: 16

Words: 29,474

Reviews: 68

Average Reviews/Chapter: 4.25

Deaths: No, unless you count Colonel Hogan's sanity again

PBAs: 2019 Silver Unique

[mad-maximoff]

𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Sneak peek of my Elizabeth Olsen! X Original Character AU story coming on Wattpad. Maybe if you guys like it I’ll post the rest on here too!❤️

Summary: Addison Raye is tired of all the stereotypes surrounding how she should act/look like a lesbian. Her troubles at home made it hard for her to go out and socialize with certain crowds to find out what kind of woman she was. Until she came along. Until Elizabeth Olsen became interested in her. The dark brooding persona of her next door neighbour. Elizabeth was private and intimidating. It was a challenge for Addy. Addy wants to push every button she can get ahold of, but what if Addy pushes one too many of Lizzie’s buttons getting herself in a difficult situation.

Warnings: (The warnings are for the entire story not for this part/chapter) deep bdsm, bondage, language, domestic violence, alcoholism, strap use, electrostimulation, gagging, dom/sub relationship, humiliation, impact play, masochism, urophilia, voyeurism, facesitting, kidnapping.

**This part's warnings are language, light voyeurism and masturbation** really light at first lol 🫣😏

Word Count: 3,499

The rain was light tonight, the clock was saying 1:00 am but it felt like 5:00 pm. I had no clue why. I was overpowered with tremendous energy tonight. Cleaning the entire house, and organized my bedroom and the dry foods in the cabinet. Now, I was sweeping the kitchen and getting ready to mop. No matter the situation, I always have to listen to music. You can not see me doing anything without listening to music. My earphones are attached to me.

I was waiting for my mom. She was out with her friends again. Another party for the sixth time this week. Let's say she's an extrovert. In layman's terms, she's a drinker. For the 20 years, I've known her since that's all she was. She doesn't drink at home often, however. She said it's because she's not an alcoholic, though if you're partying every night getting blackout drunk. It means you are an alcoholic Sarah.

"Mary is the girl that I wanna kiss, She's got big red eyes and big red lips, She's got big sharp teeth and big fat hips."

I heard my voice and my song echoed throughout the hollow house. As I was crouched down pushing the dirt into the pan. I liked girls. I've never told anyone that until now. I wasn't that type of girl you know? I was on the cheer team, I almost became valedictorian if it wasn't for my average score on my math SAT, and I got a scholarship to NYU in the fall. I'm a writing major. I want to become a writer. Create my own realities and people. Choosing their fate. Getting lost in another world that is far different from my own. Anywhere is perfect than here.

"Honey, sugar plum! I'm home!!" My mother stumbled into the doorframe almost hitting the floor without the help of her other drunken disorderly friends carrying her to the couch. "We had so much fucking fun tonight! I danced on a table, Addy! Can you believe it!!" She slurred swaying her head in all sorts of directions. "Oh? Well, you're going to sleep good tonight then." I had to be careful about what I said around her. She was a very moody drunk. One minute she's squeezing my cheeks saying how adorable I am, to all of our good china pierced into the wall behind me trying to hit me.

I walked over to the couch, prompting a pillow underneath her head. Her friends were a rowdy bunch, screaming obscenities. Still clasping onto their drinks they swiped from the bar. "Your momma didn't tell you either she lap danced a server boy!" My mom's coworker exclaimed showing me what my mom did to that poor boy to her other friend. Gyrating her ass against her other coworker who I was getting the impression she didn't mind by the way she giggled to herself. They all continuously cackled to themselves reminiscing about their night. Making me never want to drink with them. Ever.

"Stop scaring the poor girl ladies. I think we overstayed our welcome." My mom's best friend and our neighbour Elizabeth shut the door behind her. She was quite a sight to see. Her short wavy hair was blonde now, it made her olive skin sparkle. She didn't have any kids like the rest. Her figure was slim yet had amazing light curves. Elizabeth's torso shape was a soft hourglass, hugging the velour red pantsuit around her lovely body. It didn't help her plunging neckline came above her belly button exposing her flawless diamond skin. The dark merlot belt around her hips was at the end of her neckline carving out her waist. Her exposed cleavage was noticeable but still held an element of class. Not like these other chicks around her, who'd whip out their tits if you asked. The only thing taking your eyes from venturing any lower was her dainty diamond necklace with a single red diamond on the end of the chain.

Her black platform heels were hidden underneath the long pantsuit peering out every graceful step she took. We were almost the same height. Though, she just had to be an inch taller than me. Her soft rose lips were painted with a dusty rose gloss. Her eyeshadow was a shade lighter than her pantsuit, it surrounded her entire eyelid smoking it all out in one coherent shade. The smoky effect made her green eyes pop even more. Especially more so since her gaze was directed at me. Oh shit! Look away!

"Well, well. You look like you were a very busy body huh Addy?" She stood in front of me tall. Her posture was amazing, and mine was somewhat getting better. Her expression was almost playful looking down at me. I felt embarrassed standing in front of Elizabeth in the ratty clothes I always wear to clean.

"Oh yes..um..I-I always stay up and wait for mom. I make sure she always gets home safe." I was stumbling over my tongue. Elizabeth was the only one to make me act this way. Like a force over me. "She should be so proud to have such a thoughtful daughter like yourself." Her hand extended out to me grazing my bicep. Her palm was warm. It warmed your entire body, being touched by her soft skin. Once her hand drifted away from you it felt as though she was still there. You could say I have a crush on Elizabeth Olsen. I've known her since I was 15 when she moved in next door. She and my mom were friends in college, they met before she had me of course. Though, they have driven apart because of different career paths. My mom worked as a paralegal for our hometown company of lawyers. As Elizabeth made it big, becoming a CEO of a major network company in Manhattan. Our small town was right outside New York.

"Thank you very much, Ms. Olsen. That means a lot to me." My fingers fumbled trying to remain calm while holding the dry mop head. My cheeks felt hot trying to stay calm to maintain eye contact with her. Her eyes closed beginning a deep laugh. Her soft unblemished hand touched her collarbone resting her fingertips gently on the bone.

"Not a lot will make you blush huh? And call me Lizzie. I think you're old enough now to do that." Elizabeth stepped another inch closer to me. Not drawing any attention to herself in our surroundings. She smelt like booze-filled cherries. A sweet musk. A contradiction I know but, she truly did. She smelt masculine and feminine.

I giggled quietly covering my mouth to hide my wavy teeth. Back when I was young, mom couldn't afford to fix my overcrowding. So now I'm burdened with the fact I'll never have straight, pearly-white teeth like Lizzie. My teeth were clean, yes, but we're human. Sometimes my ADHD made me forgetful.

"I'm not blushing Lizzie! Just had a lot of things going on. It's very warm in here." I pressed the back of my hand against my forehead, pretending to wipe the sweat off my brow noticing I was sweaty. My body pivoted around noticing the bucket in the sink was overfilled with soapy water. My senses completely forgot the task I was finishing when they initially came in. I almost blew up, I went to scurry over to the soap mess cursing under my breath. Which I do too much lately. Elizabeth laughed again following after me. Her shoulder connected to mine, becoming deaf with the sound of her heels against the floor. She turned off the faucet extending a dish towel to me.

"Sweet girl, I've known you since you were 15 years old. I can tell when I have you wrapped around my little finger." Lizzie's breath was hot on my ear. Her perfume was intoxicating, mixed with the liquor she drank lingering from her mouth. My mom and her friends didn't know about our disappearance from the living room. Frankly, if I was rebellious, my mother wouldn't have noticed me gone anyway. But unfortunately, I was never that type. I wish I was. I wish I was a little more dangerous. It just doesn't look fun from this side. The side of always holding my mom's hair in the toilet bowl. Or the side of pacing back and forth looking out the windows for her in the middle of the night. No daughter, no. No child should be an adult to their parent.

"Haha, you think you're funny huh?" My ratty shirt was too big for me. It was my dad's, I leaned on the kitchen sink letting the collar of the shirt fall to my shoulder. That enticed Lizzie. Her eyebrows perked up. Eyes looked down to my fuzzy socks and back up to my exposed shoulder.

"I'd like to think so, but you know Miss Addy. You're a hell of a lot funnier than me. So, tell me. Are you excited to go to university in the fall?" She rolled her velour sleeves up grabbing hold of the other side of the mop bucket and helping you dump some water out.

"Yes, I'm quite excited to start uni! Yet nervous, but hey, I guess everyone is when starting something new." You grabbed hold of the bucket throwing it to the ground, plunging the mop letting it soak. You didn't want to start cleaning while everyone was still here. Even though it would've been a good excuse for them to get the hell out. You noticed Lizzie stood stationary at the sink gripping the countertop with a tight grasp. She pushed her chest out leaning over the island while keeping her posture and head up straight.

"I wouldn't blame you, Addy. I too was quite nervous about starting university. That was until I met your mother and other people I've been friends with for a long time. You'll love it! You get to make so many new friends. Are any of your friends tagging along with you to NYU?" Her finger dragged along the granite countertop making a small squeak sound. "No, not really, after my junior year they all kinda dropped like flies. So I'm sorta going alone." That wasn't the real reason. The real reason all of my friends stopped hanging out with me was because they knew my secret. They knew I wasn't straight. Lizzie's brows furrowed softly tilting her head. "All alone? Not fully miss Addy. You're never alone." Lizzie made her way in front of me searching for my hand that rested against my thigh. Without breaking eye contact she found my pinky clutching on with her warm fingers. "I'm always here if you need me. You know where to find me, Addy Raye." Her other hand pointed out to the window above the oven, at her place.

"Thank you, Ms. Olsen." My chest felt heavy with every breath I took, the weight was becoming more apparent. My stomach was hollow, with a sensation of something moving around playing a game of pinball up to my ribs. Are these butterflies? Am I getting butterflies for Elizabeth? Really? Wow, she's right. I am wrapped on her finger. Like a stupid puppy.

Her hand dragged down my pinky tracing her thumb down to my nail letting go. She giggled under her breath shielding her mouth was her hand. Her laugh was perfect even. Her laughs were higher than her natural low vocal tone as her chest perked out simultaneously. "Anytime cutie-pie. Again, call me Lizzie. I don't think you need to be formal with me any longer." Lizzie whipped her short champagne hair away from her cheek showing off her unpierced ear. I have a lot of piercings. I got them after high school. I thought it would be a new freedom. Lizzie was the first person to show them off. My mother didn't care, it was my money. I had one on either side of my nose and my septum, I had 8 in each ear. 8 rings going up from my lobe and my belly button. Plus 2 secret piercings Lizzie or my mom doesn't know about. God, I wish I can show Lizzie where.

"Oh..right! I'm sorry. It's hard to break that habit." My hand landed on my head running my hand through my black pixie cut. It was still new because where they took the razor it felt like peach fuzz still. "It's okay. I'll let it go, this time. Next time. Not so much." She smirked taking a few steps away from me heading for the living room. "Ladies come on it's 2 am. We better get all of you home. We all have overstayed our welcome. Goodnight Sarah!" She grasped her purse from the table beside the door herding all the disorderly women out of our house. Before stepping out she turned her back once more locking her pale green eyes with mine. "Goodnight Miss Addy."

"Goodnight Lizzie!" I uncontrollably waved like an idiot. Or so I felt like one. Her figure turned dark walking out shutting the door behind her. The hollow feeling came back but it wasn't a good feeling this time. Something left with her. I want it back. I want her back in here with me. Just her and I. No one else.

I gawked over onto the couch where my mom was a drunk messy covered in sweat and runny makeup. Her fake lashes her not where they were supposed to be as she passed out into a deep sleep. Oh well, I'm leaving you there. I dried the soaked mophead beginning to mop the front door to the living room and finishing off in the kitchen. I made my way to the island in the middle of the kitchen where the sink resided, it caught me off guard. The smell. Boozey cherries again. It was Lizzie. "Fuck Addy-..." I sighed exhaling out. I couldn't get enough of her. She was so sweet hell, she was so hot. It was a classic trope. The dyke is in love with her next-door neighbour. It's a cliche.

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I was done cleaning for the night. Finally. It was 3 am now, which meant both me and mother will be sleeping in. As usual, but, it was summer break and I don't start my new job until Thursday. I stripped out of my gross cleaning clothes into a white tank top with no pants. My room was weirdly built. The ceiling goes into an angle on one side not giving me much wall space. The only way my bed sat coherently was beside the window horizontally. It stood on a bed frame but I had no headboard. Beside my bed, lay the numerous amounts of books stacked beside the wall. It would have been too big for the room. My room was covered in tapestries and leaves. Cute little fairy lights strung up around my ceiling never turned off. I slept with them on. I always had a candle or sensy going to hide the smell of mom smoking cigarettes in the rest of the house. I wanted to make my room my safe space. It was my safe space. My phone connected to my tiny speaker on the windowsill, I didn't have any curtains. No one can see me on the second level. My window was off too, it wasn't high up. It was low, my mattress was right below the border of the window itself. I didn't care, the only person who can probably see me was Elizabeth. Her bathroom window was positioned the same as my window. All her lights were off. I couldn't tell if it was the light from my room or the moonlight, all I could see is the pearl white of her freestanding bathtub. I couldn't get Lizzie out of my head. The way she acted, the way she walked. Moving so confidently. Her body was immaculate. I wish I was alone with Lizzie; just one night. I'd love to push her red pantsuit off her shoulders to touch her bare skin. I bet she's warm. Just her and I wrapped in each other, her perfume filling the room. I laid myself into my bed with my sheets shifting around my kneecaps. I couldn't stop thinking about the things I do to her. What I would let Elizabeth do to me. I'd let her do anything to me.

I didn't realize my hand had sunk under my pink panties gently circling my clit. I was becoming wet fast. The fabric of my panties was sticking to my core creating a spot on the cotton. The hollow feeling in my stomach was rushing out of my body. My middle finger dove deeper running through my folds vertically. I touched myself regularly though, tonight. This is the first time I've touched myself thinking about Elizabeth. I'd usually watch porn to get myself off. But tonight I didn't need any help. It felt different too. It didn't feel rushed or wrong. It was soft and strong. My sensitivity was boosted to 100. My breathing was erratic, I couldn't handle my breathing. I tried to stay quiet though it was not that easy once I stuck my finger into my center. I shut my eyes lifting my head back. I rode my finger. Imagine it isn't my finger, it's hers. It's Lizzies. Her voice rang throughout my mind.

"Miss Addy..."

"All alone?.."

"I can tell when I have you wrapped around my little finger..."

"Awe fuck!-..." My jaw clenched sucking air through my teeth. A deep moan let out of my lungs. My mind was racing. My thumb lay on my clit with my middle finger still inside me. It twitched uncontrollably. My thumb had a mind of its own. In my dim room, I picture Lizzie on top of me, letting me ride her fingers. Her smile was wide, her laugh was how she always laughed. Her messy blonde hair hovered above me around her face. Her skin was glowing. Thinking about her was way better than watching porn. Far better. The wind blew in from the window. My head turned to the right watching the trees across the street blow friskily. My eyes went to Lizzie's bathroom again before they returned to staring at the tapestries on my ceiling. I sensed I was cumming. It felt like I was on a cliff ready to fall off. I remained thinking about Lizzie, now, thinking about her head between my thighs. My butt shifted prompting myself sitting up. My elbow held me up behind my back. "Aw...Lizzie..." I softly moaned out thinking someone was in the room. Even though no one was there. I wish there was. I wish Lizzie was touching me. Making me cum. She'd probably do better than me. The thought of her soft skin made me go over the edge. I came rather hard. I've never came without help. It felt amazing that I didn't need my phone to do everything for me. I slipped my finger out of my rubbing my folds riding my high out.

I saw something move in Lizzie's bathroom. I thought maybe it was a curtain or toilet paper moving from the wind.

Wait..wait..what? My dream came true. Scared me, but it came true. Someone is watching.

In the dark of the bathroom, Elizabeth sat sitting hunched over on the ledge of the bathtub. Her elbows rested on her thighs. Her one hand was holding her jaw, her other hand was in front of her mouth. Her thumb glided on her bottom lip. I couldn't tell if it was Lizzie for sure. I guessed just by the fact that no one else lives with her. I could tell also in the shadow was the outline of her short hair. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! How long was she watching me? Did she hear me say her name? Fuck! What do I do?

My body froze. My eyes were still locked on her. I quickly flipped over onto my side pretending to fall asleep. I tried to discreetly pull my blankets up above my shoulders. "Just go to sleep. It's not real. That wasn't her. It was just a shadow." I whispered trying to calm myself down. It didn't help. I was tried, but I was startled at the same time. I was drifting off to sleep clearing out my mind of the thought that Lizzie was watching me touching myself. It was quiet, the only sound I heard was the rain starting to fall and my soft music playing quitely. I heard rustling thinking maybe it was mom getting up going to bed.

My brain was just about the shut off until I heard a quiet laugh behind me. With the sound of the window being shut.

Shit!

[applepickerproductions]

Top 30 album 2020/2021

Na tehát, ebben a két évben gyakorlatilag nem hallgattam zenét, külföldit meg főleg nem. Az utóbbi évek leginkább fogalmatlan, és legkevésbé releváns listája ez. Szerintem ez nem egyértelmű jele annak, hogy megöregedtem, és leszarom az új zenéket, inkább az van, hogy kialaktottam úgy az életemet, hogy még ha amikor be kell menni dolgozni is 20 perc alatt ott vagyok, és általában nem kell, tehát ingázás nincs, én meg ingázás közben szoktam zenét hallgatni. Kocsiban többet ültem mostanában, de ott podcastok/Bartók Rádió megy, nem a saját zenéim. Ez van...

30 - of Montreal - I Feel Safe With You, Trash (And We Can Survive Anything If We Fake It)

29 - black midi - Cavalcade (John L)

28 - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah - New Fragility (Innocent Weight)

27 - Animal Collective - Bridge to Quiet (Piggy Knows)

26 - Fiddlehead - Between the Richness (Million Times)

25 - Dry Cleaning - New Long Leg (Scratchcard Lanyard)

24 - JARV IS... - Beyond the Pale (Save the Whale)

23 - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard - L.W. (Static Electricity)

22 - Bright Eyes - Down in the Weeds, Where the World Once Was (Persona Non Grata)

21 - Angel Olsen - Whole New Mess ( (We Are All Mirrors) )

20 - CHVRCHES - Screen Violence (How Not to Drown)

19 - Run the Jewels - RTJ4 (Ooh La La)

18 - Bob Dylan - Rough and Rowdy Ways (I Contain Multitudes)

17 - Modest Mouse - The Golden Casket (Lace Your Shoes)

16 - Matt Beringer - Serpentine Prison (One More Second)

15 - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard - Butterfly 3000 (Black Hot Soup)

14 - Fleet Foxes - Shore (Sublind)

13 - of Montreal - UR FUN (Polyaneurism)

12 - Deafheaven - Infinite Granite (The Gnashing)

11 - Mdou Moctar - Afrique Victim (Afrique Victime)

10 - Phoebe Bridgers - Punisher (I Know the End)

9 - The Magnetic Fields - Quickies (The Day the Politicians Died)

8 - Tame Impala - The Slow Rush (Borderline)

7 - Hinds - The Prettiest Curse (Boy)

6 - Fontaines DC - A Hero's Death (No)

5 - Kanye West - Donda (Jesus Lord all)

4 - Car Seat Headrest - Making a Door Less Open (Deadlines all)

3 - Sufjan Stevens - The Ascension (The Ascension)

2 - Iceage - Seek Shelter (Vendetta)

1 - Godspeed You! Black Emperor - G_d's Pee AT STATE'S END ( "Government Came" (9980.0kHz 3617.1kHz 4521.0 kHz) / Cliffs Gaze / cliffs' gaze at empty waters' rise / Ashes to Sea or Nearer to Thee / A Military Alphabet (five eyes all blind) (4521.0kHz 6730.0kHz 4109.09kHz) / Job's Lament / First of the Last Glaciers / where we break how we shine (Rockets for Mary) )

Jó szívvel csak a Godspeedre mondom, hogy az előadó legjobb lemeze, és elejétől a végéig élveztem, nagyon durván kiemelkedik a többi közül.

[im-not-anyone-iknow]

I was tagged by @solongseeyou, thanks bro :)

so here's my 9 fav albums from 2020 :

1. car seat headrest - making a door less open

2. Alexandra Savior - the archer

3. the microphones - microphones in 2020

4. rone - room with a view

5. juniore - un, deux, trois

6. gold connections - ammunition

7. Andy Shauf - the neon skyline

8. klub des loosers - vanité

9. Bob Dylan - rough and rowdy ways

but i also really liked : Angel Olsen - whole new mess, Nicolas Jaar - cenizas, soko - feel feelings, paz - paz, other lives - for their love, half japanese - crazy hearts, grandaddy - sophtware slump (on a wooden piano)...

not tagging anyone

[prophxtslash]

Hi! Could I get some male DBD killers with a survivor who is unusually quiet? (doesn't scream, grunt, or make any noise when moving) gender neutral pls ^^

Hello, and thank you for the request! I need to write more for the DBD killers :') Also, since you didn't specify if it was a s/o or not, I went with a bit more platonic relationship but I think it can be perceived either way :)

Survivor who's Unusually Quiet

Evan "Trapper" Macmillan

Evan's a bit frustrated at first. Once he manages a hit on you, you become nearly impossible to find and track, save for the blood trails you leave behind.

Once your relationship goes from victim/killer to unlikely "friends", Evan slightly worries for your muteness. He can't recall ever hearing you scream/cry/anything that the other survivors had done.

He never pressures you into being much more noisy; if this is the way you like to be, then so be it. He won't forcibly make you change.

Phillip "Wraith" Ojomo

Phillip himself is pretty quiet as well, save for the bell he rings to announce his arrival. Other than that, Phillip is a ghost.

Phillip grows concerned when you don't make a noise even when you're gravely injured. For some time, he thinks you may have something wrong with feeling pain, in that you can't feel it.

Phillip frets alot, but he is patient when it comes to your willingness for silence. He'll wait for you to explain or finally 'break'.

Max "Hillbilly" Thompson Jr.

Very, very confused. He's used to the other survivors making extremely guttural and wrenching sounds, so when you remain silent, Max is perplexed.

In all honesty, Max is comforted by your silence, given that he had grown up with hurtful screams/words. So your company and inclination towards being quiet is a bit of relief for him.

Max does worry a little, and he outwardly acts upon it. He'll curl next to you and softly huff into your hair, his way of telling you that it is alright.

Frank "Legion" Morrison

Extremely annoyed with your silence. He'll be doing anything and everything to get you to crack.

However, once this 'phase' of him passes, he's gonna start enjoying your inclination towards the quiet. The Legion can be quite rowdy(Frank most definitely included), so whenever it becomes too much, Frank comes to you and just basks in the peace and quiet.

Despite his initial dickish reaction, Frank relates to you on a personal level; when he was younger, before he had acted out, he was the exact same way.

Danny "Jed Olsen/GhostFace" Johnson

Is intrigued by your silence. Given that he, when in the mask, favors the quiet, he respects and acknowledges your 'talent'.

Outside of the trials, he'll hang around you like a bad smell. While he's mostly silent when it comes to matches, he's the exact opposite; he never shuts the fuck up, especially when around you.

He tries to get you to crack whether it be through terrible jokes, pranks, etc. No matter what, he will get you to break out of this shell.

[go-ahead-and-whump]

Blondie

Chapter 5

This one is a little bit short and ends pretty abruptly. I have one chapter that is: A N G S T Y that has been sitting in my back pocket since I started the story. I think it will be up next. Then I’m writing something a little more light hearted. 

It’s dark when they reach Portland. 

They never actually reach Portland. Dan stops just outside of what most people would consider to be the city and drops off the trailer. He signs a few papers, unhitches the trailer from the tractor, and they take off. Blondie can’t help but feel a strange sense of sadness when they pull away from the loading dock, leaving the remaining oranges that had traveled with them all the way from Miami. 

According to Dan, they have some time before they need to pick up the next load, so they get some supper. Their only option is a Red Robin’s with a “pet friendly” sign in the window. Neither Blondie or Dan complain, and they both take full advantage of the bottomless fries that come with their burgers. When they leave, they are stuffed beyond comfort and Blondie is ready for bed, but he stays up. He doesn’t like to make Dan drive alone at night, even though Dan has told him he doesn’t mind whenever Blondie wants to go into the back and lie down. 

They pull up to a lumberyard at 9:30 pm. The lights in the warehouse are still on when Dan backs the tractor up to the loading dock. This time he’s hooking up a flatbed which has been loaded with long beams of wood. When Blondie rolls his window down he doesn’t smell the sweetness of oranges anymore, but instead, the spice of cedar and hickory. 

After everything is hooked up properly, which Dan checks over three times, they drive for about 30 minutes until they reach the nearest rest stop. It’s 10:25 pm. 

Dan rubs his eyes with the heels of his palms and sighs. 

“Hand me the box of cigarettes, will you...” He asks.

“Where?” 

“Should be in the glove box.” 

Blondie has never opened the glove box. He’s thought about it, but that would be snooping. He knows his master wouldn’t really mind, probably, but it’s still rude. 

Sure enough, when he opens the glove compartment, a box of Marlboro lites and a bic lighter nearly come falling onto the floor. He catches them just in time and hands them over. Dan thanks him and smacks the box against his thigh a couple of times before opening the driver’s side door and hoping out. 

“You can come out here, Blondie.” Dan calls to him because he knows the kid won’t come out unless he’s given express permission. “Stretch your legs.” 

They’ve both been sitting so long that it hurts to finally stand but it feels amazing at the same time. Blondie stretches his back until he hears one or two cracks and shuffles around to Dan’s side. A cigarette is already hanging from his master’s lips, and the familiar smell of smoke wafts through the air to him. He can taste it. 

“Sorry.” Dan says, taking another puff. He inhales slowly and leans back against the side of the tractor. The smoke is lifted away by the breeze in the opposite direction from Blondie. “I’ve cut back. Limit myself to one or two a week, but sometimes I just need one.” 

Blondie nods.  

“I used to smoke like a chimney. It got bad, and then my dad got lung cancer and I decided emphysema didn’t sound like too much fun, so I’ve been slowly weaning myself off for the past two years.”

“I’m sorry.... about your dad.” Blondie mutters. 

A glowing flake of ash falls from the end of the cigarette. Blondie watches it as it flutters down to earth, but it burns out before he can see where it lands. 

Dan shrugs. “We all knew it was coming. The man smoked a pack a day for the better part of 64 years. It was a matter of time.” 

A group of rowdy looking teenagers come tumbling out of the truck stop with two cases of beer, and Dan remembers the first time he and his friends bought alcohol for a party with their fake IDs. His lips twitch up in a half smile. His name on the card had been Warren Olsen from Hartford, Vermont. He chuckles thinking of himself and his buddies hopping from bar to bar, thinking they were hot shit, fooling everyone with their fake ID’s. In reality, they weren’t fooling anyone in Red Wing, Minnesota with their Vermont state ID’s, but it was 2008 and no one really gave a shit about four high school boys trying to sneak into bars.

Dan asks, “Do you like beer, Blondie?”

Blondie watches the group of kids as he considers his answer. “I like champagne.” 

It’s a simple and honest answer, and frankly Dan wasn’t expecting any response at all. He chuckles. “When have you ever been around champagne enough to know that you like it?”

From the dim light of the rest area, Dan can see the faintest of smile grace Blondie’s lips. It’s shy and bashful, and it nearly sends Dan over the moon.

“Nana used to make mimosas, and every once in a while she’d give me a sip of her champagne.” He says. 

Dan raises an eyebrow and takes another long drag from his cigarette, then flicks the ashes off of the end. “Unfortunately, your taste in alcohol might be a bit out of reach for my wallet. I can maybe afford a hard seltzer or some sparkling grape juice. I’ll let you pick.” 

And at that, Blondie giggles. He actually laughs. 

Dan thinks he’s probably just so tired from staying up so late. They’ve grown accustomed to Dan’s work schedule: wake up before dawn, drive for 11 hours until the sun is starting to set, and be in bed by 8:00. Either way, he feels a weight lifted from his shoulders when he feels Blondie relax a little. 

The sound of gravel crunching alerts them to a figure passing between trailers. It’s a large man, much older than Dan with a grey and wiry beard that is tied in two braids. He’s wearing a camouflage sweatshirt and a pair of very heavily worn blue jeans that are frayed near his boots. The glasses on the tip of his nose and the brim of his hat shield his eyes, but Blondie can feel his eyes on him. 

It’s nothing out of the ordinary. He’s just a man headed towards the rest stop, probably to use the shower or bathroom. Maybe to get a late night meal. Blondie tries not to pay much attention as he walks past. It would be rude of him to stare. 

But unlike Blondie, Dan is locked on the man like a target. He keeps his head down and his eyes up, pinching the half burned cigarette between his lips, never taking his eyes off of the man. They’re dead locked in a stare as he passes by and slows down ever so slightly. 

“No need to look so hard, pal.” The man says with a chuckle and though his voice carries no malice, there is an underlying challenge in his tone. Dan remains silent, still staring, and flicks the ashes off of the end of his smoke. “Looky there. You're a pretty one aren’t you?”

Blondie blushes when he realizes that the man is talking to him. He looks up and sees a grin but the dim light still makes it hard for him to see any other defining features of the man’s face. 

“I‘ll bet you’re a good little pet too, huh? You’re a good boy, aren't ya?”

Good boy? Blondie can’t help but perk up. I’m a good boy? 

“Keep movin.” Dan’s voice cuts in smoothly, but there is a concealed edge to it. A warning. The man says nothing. He nods and chuckles like maybe he’s the one that won this round, and Blondie feels his heart plummet down into his stomach. He was mistaken. He was not a good boy. In fact, reacting to another person’s praise that is not his master’s is a deeply punishable act. 

He has been bad. 

You shouldn’t have even looked at him. Should have stayed in the truck. Should have kept your head low and ignored him as he walked by. Now Dan probably thinks you’re weird. You are weird. It’s weird to react like that to strangers. You probably look like you’d run off with anyone who gives you attention. You probably would. Fucking pathetic. You really thought someone was calling you a good pet? You think you deserve to be called a good boy? What a joke, you sorry little piece of--

“Blondie.” 

The mean little voice slithers back behind his brain and Blondie looks up at Dan.  

“What’s with the face? You alright there? You look like you’re thinking too hard.” 

“I-I’m...sorry…” He croaks, face down. He’s not really sure of what he’s saying. Not really sure if he should be speaking at all. It would probably be better if he just shut up, but he keeps going. “Sorry if I...did something wrong.” 

Dan doesn’t appear angry, but the way he shut the other man down after calling Blondie a good boy was enough to make him feel dejected. It’s pathetic to be so excitable from such simple praise. He feels like a dog. But a dog wouldn’t know any better. Blondie has no excuse. 

“What is it that you think you did wrong?”

Blondie shrugs. He really doesn’t want to explain things to his master, that all he really wants is to be a good boy and make his master happy. He doesn’t want to explain that that simple thing is all he ever thinks about. “It’s just that...you seemed...upset...when that man said I was...a good pet. Am….am I not being good? I’m sorry if I’m not, I-I can—“

“Hold it.” His master takes a tone he rarely ever uses with Blondie. It’s authoritative and commanding, the kind of voice a master usually uses when addressing their pet, like when telling a dog to sit or stop barking. It’s an order, and Blondie feels himself turn rigid when he sees the cigarette pinched between Dan’s fingers. It’s nearly gone—smoked down to a tiny like stub, but the end is still hot—still perfect for burning a naughty pet. The ash could still stick to his skin and fester if it wanted too. He had spoken out of turn. He had rambled on too long. 

It seems strange that he almost craves a punishment. He knows better than to believe that Dan won’t lose his cool. If he can get the first one done with, then he can learn. If Dan would just show him…

“I’m gonna stop you right there.” 

The smoldering end of the cigarette flares once again as Dan takes one final, long drag of the smoke before tossing the butt into the dirt. With a twist of the heel of his boot, the end is snuffed out. Blondie wants to whine at the wasted opportunity for his master to finally punish him. He wants to pick it up to see if the end is still hot. Maybe his master could light a new one, a fresh one. He feels Dan grab his chin and twist his face up.

“Listen to me, Blondie.”

Dan hunches over. He leans down so close that their noses are almost touching. Is this it? The moment feels like it’s being suspended over his head. Did he finally snap? His master’s eyes dance back and forth between his own, searching for something, or maybe just observing. His stare alone keeps Blondie in a headlock. He can’t budge.

“Are you listening?”

Of course he is. Blondie nods. 

It takes a few seconds for Dan to believe him. “You didn’t do anything wrong, honey. I was just...put off by that guy, and I didn’t want him commenting on you. He didn’t sit well with me.” He says. The smoke still smells heavy on his breath. “It was nothing you did. I promise.” 

At this point, Blondie can feel frustration boiling in his stomach. It’s unreasonable and makes him feel like a toddler for wanting to pout. Disgust pools in with the frustration. He knows he shouldn’t be mad about not getting his punishment. It’s not normal. It’s wrong. But he hates walking on eggshells and if Dan would only teach him a lesson just once then maybe this annoying hunger for punishment will go away. 

And then Blondie feels a hand running through his hair, smoothing down all of his prickly emotions. It smooths over his back in a circle and comes back up to the roots of his hair only to smooth back down his neck again. Dan places a gentle little kiss on his temple and smiles. “You’re a good boy, Blondie.” He whispers and places another kiss on the top of his head. “Don’t worry. You’re a good boy.” 

It’s as simple as that. 

The world starts to turn fuzzy and soft, and goosebumps crawl over his skin. It feels like stepping into a warm bath. The effects of that tiny little reassurance is all he needed for the harsh edges of the world blur for a moment, and now Blondie can only see Dan who is smiling at him bittersweetly. “You’re a good boy.” He says again, because he knows it’s what he wants to hear and he’d do anything to put a smile he caught a glimpse of back on his face. 

“Good boy.”

Tag list:

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[kushblazer666]

this is the kind of thing i would post if there were something extremely wrong with me

Here is my list for the Top 75 albums of 2020. Despite what some people say, it was not a bad year for music.

75. Rory Ferreira – Purple Moonlight Pages

74. Lady Gaga – Chromatica

73. HMLTD – West of Eden

72. 070 Shake – Modus Vivendi

71. Amaarae – The Angel You Don’t Know

70. Nubya Garcia – Source

69. Bartees Strange – Live Forever

68. Beatrice Dillon – Workaround

67. Dan Deacon – Mystic Familiar

66. Taylor Swift – Evermore

65. Big Sean – Detroit 2

64. Jyoti – Mama, You Can Bet!

63. Beabadobee – Fake It Flowers

62. Coriky – Self–titled

61. William Basinski – Lamentations

60. LEYA – Flood Dream

59. Little Dragon – New Me, Same Us

58. Natalia Lafourcade – Un canto por México

57. The Smith Street Band – Don't Waste Your Anger

56. B.C. Camplight – Shortly After Takeoff

55. Napalm Death – Throes of Joy in the Jaws of Defeatism

54. Stephen Malkmus – Traditional Techniques

53. Medhane – Cold Water (He’s Cancelled btw)

52. Neil Young – Homegrown

51. Clipping – Visions of Bodies Being Burned

50. Black Dresses – Peaceful as Hell

49. The Strokes – The New Abnormal

48. Norah Jones – Pick Me Up Off the Floor

47. Angel Olsen – Whole New Mess

46. Deerhoof – Future Teenage Cave Artists

45. Tame Impala – The Slow Rush

44. Headie One – Edna

43. Childish Gambino – 3.15.20

42. Code Orange – Underneath

41. Bruce Springsteen – Letter to You

40. Jay Electronica – A Written Testimony

39. The Flaming Lips – American Head

38. Touché Amoré – Lament

37. Grimes – Miss Anthropocene

36. Lomelda – Hannah

35. Lil Uzi Vert – Eternal Atake

34. Jeff Rosenstock – No Dream

33. Caribou – Suddenly

32. Chris Stapleton – Starting Over

31. Mac Miller – Circles

30. Megan Thee Stallion – Good News

29. Soccer Mommy – Color Theory

28. Run The Jewels – RTJ4

27. Gorillaz – Song Machine, Season One: Strange Timez

26. Deftones – Ohms

25. Chloe X Halle – Ungodly Hour

24. The Weeknd – After Hours

23. Jessie Ware – What's Your Pleasure?

22. Mystery Jets – A Billion Heartbeats

21. Yves Tumor – Heaven to a Tortured Mind

20. Open Mike Eagle – Anime, Trauma, & Divorce

19. Freddie Gibbs – Alfredo

18. Lianne La Havas – Self–titled

17. Dogleg – Melee

16. HAIM – Women in Music, Pt. III

15. Bob Dylan – Rough and Rowdy Ways

14. Thundercat – It is what it is

13. Taylor Swift – Folklore

12. Dua Lipa – Future Nostalgia

11. Fleet Foxes – Shore

10. Charli XCX – How I’m Feeling Now

9. Rina Sawayama – Sawayama

8. Adrianne Lenker – songs/instrumentals

7. The Avalanches – We Will Always Love You

6. Phoebe Bridgers – Punisher

5. Moses Sumney – GRÆ

4. Creeper – Sex, Death & the Infinite Void

3. Waxahatchee – Saint Cloud

2. Fiona Apple – Fetch the Bolt Cutters

1. Perfume Genius – Set My Heart On Fire Immediately

Other Great Albums

U.S. Girls – Heavy Light

Bombay Bicycle Club – Everything Else Has Gone Wrong

Moodymann – Taken Away

The Soft Pink Truth – Shall We Go on Sinning So That Grace May Increase?

The Microphones – Microphones in 2020

Róisín Murphy – Róisín Murphy

Bill Callahan – Gold Record

Mr. Gnome – The Day you Flew Away

Giveon – Take Time

Tennis – Swimmer

Kid Cudi – Man on the Moon III: The Chosen

Playboi Carti – Whole Lotta Red

Denai Moore – Modern Dread

Polo G – The Goat

Yo la Tengo – Sleepless Night

Illuminati Hotties - FREE I.H: This Is Not The One You've Been Waiting For

Dance Gavin Dance - Afterburner

[swvlswvl]

My Favorite Music of 2020

Previously: 2019 2018 2017 2016 2015 2014

I would have loved to spend this month in the afterglow of one of Bob Dylan’s annual late-November shows at New York’s Beacon Theatre, which have become a ritual for me in recent years as the old master has hit a new hot streak with his band. Instead, here I am at home, counting my blessings and wondering for the 115th time whether “Mirrorball” deserves a spot on the cosmic playlist from “Murder Most Foul.” Rough and Rowdy Ways is the finest album in many years from that salty, inscrutable American original — a darkly hilarious stand-up routine about art and mortality, with some real pathos underneath those wild punchlines. As for the others: Bad Bunny, Dua Lipa, and Caribou gave us immaculate grooves for a night out that never came; Katie Crutchfield, Robin Pecknold, and Sadie Dupuis looked within and found new clarity. Some of my favorite songwriters ever showed they can still surprise me, and rookie of the year Flo Milli made me smile every time I pressed play. Will any of these records sound the same in a crowded room? I can’t say, but I’m thankful for each of them and the solace they provided this year. 

(My entry from Rolling Stone’s 2020 Staff Picks, which is full of great writing from my colleagues.)

TOP 30 ALBUMS

Bob Dylan, Rough and Rowdy Ways (Columbia)

Dua Lipa, Future Nostalgia (Warner)

Taylor Swift, Folklore (Republic)

Bad Bunny, YHLQMDLG (Rimas)

Caribou, Suddenly (Merge)

Jeff Tweedy, Love is the King (dBpm)

Fleet Foxes, Shore (Anti-)

Waxahatchee, Saint Cloud (Merge)

Sad13, Haunted Painting (Wax Nine)

Flo Milli, Ho, Why Is You Here? (RCA)

Jessie Ware, What's Your Pleasure? (Interscope)

Alabaster DePlume, To Cy & Lee: Instrumentals Vol. 1 (International Anthem)

Angel Olsen, Whole New Mess (Jagjaguwar)

Ribbon Stage, My Favorite Shrine (K)

Spillage Village, Spilligion (Dreamville/Interscope)

Beach Bunny, Honeymoon (Mom + Pop)

Gorillaz, Song Machine Season One: Strange Timez (Parlophone)

Soccer Mommy, Color Theory (Loma Vista)

Dezron Douglas and Brandee Younger, Force Majeure (International Anthem)

Paul McCartney, McCartney III (Capitol)

Phoebe Bridgers, Punisher (Dead Oceans)

Kelly Lee Owens, Inner Song (Smalltown Sound)

Emma Swift, Blonde on the Tracks (Tiny Ghost)

Frances Quinlan, Likewise (Saddle Creek)

Ganser, Just Look at That Sky (Felte)

Illuminati Hotties, FREE I.H.: This Is Not the One You've Been Waiting For (self-released)

Fiona Apple, Fetch the Bolt Cutters (Epic)

Anna Burch, If You're Dreaming (Polyvinyl)

Car Seat Headrest, Making a Door Less Open (Matador)

Too Free, Love in High Demand (Sister Polygon)

SONG OF THE YEAR

Cardi B feat. Megan Thee Stallion, “WAP”

TOP 5 LIVESTREAMS

Gorillaz, Song Machine Live from Kong

Courtney Barnett, From Where I’m Standing

Angel Olsen, Cosmic Stream 3

Marcus King and Friends, Four of a Kind (The Last Waltz)

Ganser, Live from the Hideout

[rafaelvolta]

Enero 2021

Luc Besson hace la misma película una y otra vez. Valerian y la ciudad de los 1000 planetas es parecidísima a El Quinto Elemento. Aún así, me gustó mucho la escenas de las civilizaciones nuevas llegando a la estación espacial.

¿Qué pasaría si Luc Besson dirigiera Star Wars? Creo que sería una gran aportación. 

Para el primer mes de enero traté de escuchar los mejores discos del año 2020. Fue todo una revelación que Bad Bunny me gustara con su disco YHLQMDLG.

¿Qué escuché?

1.-BC Camplight. Shortly After Takeoff 2.- AC/DC. Power Up 3.- Algiers.There Is No Year 4.- Angel Olsen. Whole New Mess 5.- Angelica Garcia. Cha Cha Palace 6.- Brothers Osborne.Skeletons 7.- Childish Gambino. 3.15.2020 8.- Norman Fucking Rockwell!. Lana del Rey 9.- Bad Bunny YHLQMDLG 10.- Brandy Clark. Your Life is a Record 11.- Duke Ellington.Jazz Profiles. 12.- Bob Dylan. Rough and Rowdy Ways 13.- Brandy. B7 14.- Chloe x Halle. Ungodly Hour 15.- Dua Lipa. Future Nostalgia 16.- Heim. Women in Music Part III 17.- Cornershop. England is a Garden. 18.- Deftones. Ohms. 19.- Creeper. Sex, Death & the Infinite Void 20. Monk's Dream. Thelonius Monk 21. Loveless. My Bloody Valentine. 22. Nervermind. Nirvana. ¿Qué leí?

1.- El Cielo de Ernesto Lumbreras. 2.- Exhalación. Ted Chiang. 3.- Julio Torri. Material de Lectura UNAM 4.- César Vallejo. Material de Lectura UNAM ¿Qué vi?

1. Soul. Dir Peter Docter 2. Casablanca. Dir Michael Curtiz 3. Pieces of a Woman. Dir. Kornél Mundruczó 4. Los Adioses. Dir. Natalia Beristain 5. Valerian y la ciudad de los mil planetas. Dir. Luc Besson.

[bunnywand]

so i’m back on night shifts again, and like last year i made a bunch of playlists 2 help me thru them!! my plan was to listen to All the new music in my library from 2020, bcos there’s been a Lot of gr8 music this year, and also bcos there’s some i hadn’t got round 2 listening to yet, so this was finally my chance 2 catch up!! 😵🤯 but work have decided 2 be rly annoying and we’re not allowed 2 listen 2 music this year (even tho i have on every night shift i’ve done over the last 4 years?? 😠) so.. instead i’m having 2 work thru the playlists slowly in the day, and it’s gonna take a lot longer 2 get thru them.. 😅

i’m still posting them tho, 1) to keep a record of them and 2) for anyone who’s interested in what i’m listening to!! 🥰 so here they are!! as a lil ~key~ i’ve put singles + eps in italics, and a (*) next to albums this was my first time listening to!! 🤠💕

(too hot for) night shifts 😜🥵 - playlist #1

intended date: 15/12

actual date: 15/12 - 17/12

berlin // adult mom

whole new mess (*) // angel olsen

i just want to go home // bad idea

fake it flowers (*) // beabadoobee

what to look for in summer (*) // belle & sebastian

always tomorrow, boyfriend (10th anniversary edition) // best coast

jump rope gazers // the beths

cranes in the sky, kluster room sessions // big joanie

walking like we do (*) // the big moon

demos vol. 1 - topanga canyon, ca - feb 2018 (*) // big thief

no time to die // billie eilish

stupid boys // bleached

rough & rowdy ways (*) // bob dylan

wonderland, rain in june, fall (autumn) // bootlace

boygenius demos // boygenius

[kevluvs]

Favorite albums of 2020

Around this time last year, none of us could have foreseen that 2020 would turn out quite this grim. Yet, despite the chaos and turbulence, one thing remained somewhat consistent, and that was the steady stream of new music pouring out each week. It was a lot to keep up with, and of the albums that I checked out, none actually struck me as “instant classic”, though Fetch the Bolt Cutters by Fiona Apple and Rough and Rowdy Ways by Bob Dylan are strong contenders based on the glowing reviews. I haven’t listened to neither, but will eventually get around to both of them.

However, I did give my time to Song Machine, Season One: Strange Timez by Gorillaz, an eclectic and fun collection of songs that underscores Damon Albarn’s keen sense of collaboration. The guests are wide ranging and include the late great Tony Allen, Fatoumata Diawara, Elton John, Skepta and St. Vincent. The whole thing coheres in spite of the strange bedfellows and some of the standouts are “How Far?”, “Friday 13th” and “Chalk Tablet Towers.”

In 1993, Sun Ra sadly departed this planet. Since then, his remaining ensemble called the Arkestra continued touring and recording. The Arkestra is now led by 96 (!) year old Marshall Allen and the latest LP called Swirling is a much needed trip to the cosmos highlighted by “Seductive Fantasy”, “Unmask the Batman” and “Door to the Cosmos/Say”. Since being released from jail and then acquitted on all sexual assault charges in Austria, Freddie Gibbs has been on an impressive run. Alfredo, his collaboration with veteran producer The Alchemist, added on to that hot streak. The beats are excellent, the guest features hold their own and Freddie shows off his tight flow on “Scottie Beam” and “Baby $hit”.

Jay Electronica finally released his long awaited debut tilted A Written Testimony. Unfortunately, the album is not what many expected and that is largely due to the subdued—and sometimes subpar— production.  Still, the rapping is exceptional and Jay-Z tags along too; notable tracks include “The Never Ending Story” and “A.D.I.P.T.A.”.

 Heavy Light  is the seventh album by the Canadian project called U.S. Girls. The album begins with “4 American Dollars” which absolutely nails the mid-70s Young Americans’ plastic soul vibe and further down the track list is a gem called “Woodstock ’99”.

Speaking of Canada; The Weeknd is now a full-on pop star and it has been incredible witnessing his transformation. After Hours, his fourth album arrived this past spring and it seems that Abel has found the perfect balance between the sinister mood of his early mixtapes and the 80s new wave sound that he has been dabbling with as of late. “Blinding Lights” is case in point, so is “In Your Eyes”; both are glamorous and both brim with energy.

What’s Your Pleasure, Jessie Ware’s fourth album is an earnest tribute to yesteryear’s disco, similar to Random Access Memories by Daft Punk from a few years back. What’s Your Pleasure’s opener and highlight is “Spotlight” and the track makes one nostalgic for the good old days of clubbing around NYC’s crowded venues on a Saturday night. Jeff Parker’s Suite For Max Brown is evidence that contemporary Jazz has more going for it other than bland revivalism. The urgent track “Go Away” almost sounds krautrock because of the repetitive bubbling synth line and precise drumming—it is a fitting coda to a dismal Trump Presidency.

Dark Lane Demo Tapes by Drake is nothing more than a compilation of “loosies and demos” yet I kept returning to it. “Tootsie Slide” remains a dud but there are numerous low key ear worms such as “When to Say When”, “From Florida With Love” and “Time Flies”. Finally, The New Abnormal by The Strokes seems to have been specifically recorded for this surreal year and I will always remember listening to “At the Door” and “Ode to the Mets” while walking past recently shuttered NYC businesses; that was waaay too real and hopefully all those restaurants, bars and cafes reopen once this deadly pandemic abates.

Additional albums that came out in 2020 worth checking out are: A Whole New Mess by Angel Olsen, Have We Met by Destroyer, RTJ4 by Run the Jewels, Mama, You Can Bet! by Jyoti, The Slow Rush by Tame Impala and all the solo efforts by the Griselda members. Happy listening and Happy New Years.

[elogehakizimana]

BEST MUSIC 2020

Best Albums

Fiona Apple - Fetch the Bolt Cutters - (9)

Phoebe Bridgers - Punisher  - (8.7)

Jay Electronica - Act II: The Patents of Nobility - (8.7)

Run The Jewels - RTJ4 - (8.6)

Waxahatchee - Saint Cloud - (8.6)

MIKE - weight of the world - (8.6)

The Microphones - Microphones in 2020 - (8.6)

Adrianne Lenker - songs / instrumentals - (8.6)

Jay Electronica - A Written Testimony - (8.6)

Amaarae - The Angel You Don't Know - (8.6)

Medhane - Cold Water - (8.5)

Perfume Genius - Set My Heart on Fire Immediately - (8.5)

Fireboy DML - APOLLO - (8.5)

Yves Tumor - Heaven To A Tortured Mind - (8.4)

Makaya McCraven - We’re New Again - (8.4)

Nubya Garcia - Source - (8.4)

Bob Dylan - Rough and Rowdy Ways - (8.4)

HAIM - Women in Music Pt. III - (8.4)

Navy Blue - Song of Sage: Post Panic! - (8.4)

Zebra Katz - LESS IS MOOR - (8.3)

Paul Institute - Summer 2020 - (8.3)

Jeff Parker - Suite for Max Brown - (8.3)

U.S. Girls - Heavy Light - (8.3)

Moses Sumney - græ - (8.3)

Maassai - C0n$truct!0n 002: The Caution Tape - (8.3)

Taylor Swift - folklore - (8.2)

Laura Marling - Song for Our Daughter - (8.2)

Jessie Ware - What's Your Pleasure? - (8.2)

Destroyer - Have We Met - (8.2)

Against All Logic - 2017 - 2019 - (8.2)

Grimes - Miss Anthropocene - (8.2)

Nick Cave - Idiot Prayer: Live at Alexandra Palace - (8.2)

Moor Mother & billy woods - BRASS - (8.2)

Liv.e - Couldn’t Wait to Tell You - (8.2)

Samia - The Baby - (8.2)

Nicolás Jaar - Cenizas - (8.1)

Angel Olsen - Whole New Mess - (8.1)

Niia - II: La bella vita - (8.1)

Caribou - Suddenly - (8.1)

Tame Impala - The Slow Rush - (8)

Clams Casino - Instrumental Relics - (8)

KeiyaA - Forever, Ya Girl - (8)

Soccer Mommy - color theory - (8)

Burna Boy - Twice As Tall - (7.9)

J Hus - Big Conspiracy - (7.9)

Kali Uchis - Sin Miedo (del Amor y Otros Demonios) - (7.8)

Megan Thee Stallion - Good News - (7.8)

Bad Bunny - YHLQMDLG - (7.8)

Denzel Curry / Kenny Beats - UNLOCKED - (7.8)

Desire Marea - Desire - (7.8)

Best Tracks

Bad Bunny - Safaera

Fiona Apple - I Want You To Love Me

Amaarae - SAD GIRLZ LUV MONEY

Phoebe Bridgers - Halloween

Adrianne Lenker - come

Waxahatchee - Fire

Taylor Swift - cardigan

Jessie Ware - Spotlight

Perfume Genius - On The Floor

Tanerélle - Nothing Without You

The Microphones - Microphones in 2020

Gil Scott-Heron / Makaya McCraven - I'm New Here

Yves Tumor - Kerosene!

Jay Electronica - Shiny Suit Theory

Nubya Garcia - Source

Liv.e - Bout These Pipedreams

Jay Electronica - Dinner at Tiffany’s

Amaarae - FEEL A WAY

Pheobe Bridgers - I Know The End

keiyaA - A Mile, a Way

The Weekend - Too Late

Sufjan Stevens - America

Zebra Katz - IN IN IN

MIKE - alert*

Medhane - Don’t Fuck Around

Fireboy DML - Spell

Waxahatchee - Witches

Fireboy DML - ELI

Burna Boy - 23

J Hus - Fortune Teller

Little Dragon - Are You Feeling Sad?

Against All Logic - Deeeeeeefers

Nicolas Jaar - CENIZAS

J Hus - Fortune Teller

Lil Wayne - Mahogany

Phoebe Bridgers - Garden Song

Amaarae - SAD, U BROKE MY HEART

ROSALÍA & Travis Scott - TKN

Tame Impala - Lost in Yesterday

Adrianne Lenker - not a lot, just forever

Lil Uzi Vert - You Better Move

Earl Sweatshirt - WHOLE WORLD

Joey Fatts - Picture Me Rollin’ Pt. 2

Moor Mother & billy woods - Portrait

Fiona Apple - Under The Table

Rico Nasty - Lightning

Run the Jewels - holy calamafuck

Kehlani - Change Your Life

HWASA - Intro: Nobody Else

BERWYN - MISSING U

Line Of The Year

“And I want what I want...” - Fiona Apple

[beansonbread2]

BEANSONBREAD AWARDS 2020 - BEST ALBUM

AWARD NO.2 - BEST ALBUM OF 2020

PAST WINNERS

2019 > Self Esteem - ‘Compliments Please’ (see full list HERE)

2018 > Kero Kero Bonito - ‘Time ‘n’ Place’ (see full list HERE)

2017 > Richard Dawson - ‘Peasant’ (see full list HERE)

2016 > Blood Orange - ‘Freetown Sound’ (see full list HERE)

2015 > Holly Herndon - ‘Platform’ (see full list HERE)

2014 > FKA Twigs - ‘LP1′ (see full list HERE)

2013 > These New Puritans - ‘Field Of Reeds’ (see full list HERE)

2012 > Django Django - ‘Django Django’ (see full list HERE)

2011 > Shabazz Palaces - ‘Black Up’ (see full list HERE)

2010 > These New Puritans - ‘Hidden’ (see full list HERE)

2009 > Animal Collective - ‘Merriweather Post Pavilion’ (see full list HERE)

2008 > Wild Beasts - ‘Limbo, Panto’ (see full list HERE)

2007 > Animal Collective - ‘Strawberry Jam’ (see full list HERE)

2006 > Safetyword - ‘Man’s Name Is Legion’ (see full list HERE)

2005 > Animal Collective - ‘Feels’ (see full list HERE)

2004 > Devendra Banhart - ‘Rejoicing In The Hands’ / ‘Nino Rojo’

2003 > Dizzee Rascal - ‘Boy In Da Corner’

2002 > The Streets - ‘Original Pirate Material’

2001 > The Beta Band - ‘Hot Shots II’

2000 > Outkast - ‘Stankonia’

1999 > The Beta Band - ‘The Beta Band’

1998 > The Beta Band - ‘The Three EPs’

1997 > Radiohead - ‘OK Computer’

1996 > Beck - ‘Odelay’

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THE RULES - No Re-issues, Live Albums, Compilations, or EPs.

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SPECIAL MENTIONS for these collections

Bulbils (Richard Dawson & Sally Pilkington) - 50 lockdown albums

Dean Blunt ‘Roaches 2012-2019’

These New Puritans ‘The Cut (2016-2019)’  

Hudson Mohawke ‘B.B.H.E.’ & ‘Poom Gems’

Various Artists ‘Paul Institute - Summer 2020’

Various Artists ‘Return To Y’Hup - The World Of Ivor Cutler’

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***SPOTIFY PLAYLIST FEATURES TRACKS FROM TOP 80 ALBUMS (coming later) ***

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WORTH A MENTION (in no order) - A bunch of albums i enjoyed but didn’t quite make the final lists and others i just didn’t hear enough to be considered properly.  A list for future me to revisit.

Still House Plants / Fire-Toolz / Lomelda / Jerskin Fendrix / Zebra Katz / The Bug / Lorenzo Senni / Diamond Soul / Wilma Archer / Black Dresses / The Fantasy Orchestra / William Carkeet / Bonny Light Horseman / KA / Yung Lean / BlackPink / Rural Internet / Okay Kaya / Future / Belan / Tame Impala / Banoffee / JARV IS / Grimes / Whitmer Thomas / Jeff Parker / The Massacre Cave / Porridge Radio / Selena Gomez / Teyana Taylor / Sparkle Division / Cecile Believe / Lyra Pramuk / Waxahatchee / Happyness / Khruangbin / Bananagun / OHMME / Drakeo The Ruler / Missterspoon / Juice WRLD / Lonnie Holley / Jiafeng / October Drift / Roisin Murphy / KeiyaA / Dizzee Rascal / Salem / Tiña / The Weeknd / Aaron Cartier / Dana Gavanski / A.R. Pinewood / The Cool Greenhouse / Royce Da 5’9’’ / Rachel Aggs / Karl Band / Four Tet / Georgia / Sonic Boom / Kali Uchis / Luis Pestana / Salac / David A Jaycock / Klein / Temple After Faith / Roman Noseband / Dylan Henner / G.S. Sultan / Hinds / Jess Williamson / Coby Sey / Randolph’s Leap / Matthew D. Gantt / Stephen Kerrison / Katie Gately / Snails / Juniore / Good Dog / Lil B / Kamaiyah / Ryuichi Sakamoto / The Big Moon / Zoe Mc Pherson / Holy Fuck / Ovrkast / Reol / Andy Shauf / Ethan Gruska / Poliça / D Smoke / Sign Libra / Chara & YUKI / Wiley / Bad Bunny / Shirley Collins / Jordana / Gaika / DJ Python / North Americans / Michael / Kaitlyn Aurelia Smith / Lido Pimienta / Everything Is Recorded / Lwesberg / Sufjan Stevens & Lowell Brams / Rhodri Davies / LA Priest / Ian William Craig / Flohio / Irreversible Entanglements / Islet / Westside Gunn / Empress Of / NNamdi / Warm Digits / Baxter Dury / Kehiani / Eels / Emmy The Great / Owen Pallett / Elysia Crampton / The Beths / Julianna Barwick / Liv.E / Jimothy Lacoste / Ben Frost / J Hus / Sylvan Esso / Haiku Hands / Ariana Grande / Jean Dawson / Food House / Nuala Honan / Helena Deland / Boldly James / Headie One / Oliver Coates / Lowkey-E / Bree Runway / Warren Ellis / Boldy James & The Alchemist / Young Knives /  Little Dragon / The Garden / Melt Yourself Down / Quakers / Kamasi Washington / Mogwai / Gil Scott-Heron & Makaya McCraven / Eyeliner / ‘The Whalebone Box’ OST / Special Interest / Teyana Taylor / Nadine Shah / Tricky / Moor Mother / Nick Storring

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2020 RUNNERS UP (in no order)

William Basinski ‘Lamentations’

Hook ‘Crashed My Car’

Vic Berger IV ‘Late Enough To See The Moon’

Nines ‘Crabs In A Bucket’

My Morning Jacket ‘The Waterfall II’

Firestations ‘Dream Home’

Moses Boyd ‘Dark Matter’

Dick Dent ‘Life’s Hard’

Nicholas Stevenson ‘Dead Arm, Vol.2’

Otto ‘Clam Day’

Pa Salieu ‘Send Them To Coventry’

Undermedvetenheten ‘Undermedvetenheten’

Martha Ffion ‘Nights To Forget’

Adrianne Lenker ‘Songs’

Happy Spendy ‘You’re Doing Okay’

Mark Korven ‘The Lighthouse’ OST

21 Savage and Metro Boomin ‘Savage Mode II’

Yorkston/Thorne/Khan ‘Navarasa’

Three Queens In The Mourning & Bonnie Prince Billy ‘Hello Sorrow / Hello Joy’

Shopping ���All Or Nothing’

Megan Thee Stallion ‘Good News’

Obongjayer ‘Which Way Is Forward?’

Mush ‘3D Routine’

Geoff Barrow, Ben Salisbury & The Insects ‘Devs’ OST

Luke Abbott ‘Translate’

Spinning Coin ‘Hyacinth’

Princess Nokia ‘Everything Sucks’

Fleet Foxes ‘Shore’

Julia Holter ‘Never Rarely Sometimes Always’ OST

Sufjan Stevens ‘The Ascension’

Nicolas Jaar ‘Cenizas’

Pottery ‘Welcome To Bobby’s Motel’

Jessie Ware ‘What’s Your Pleasure?’

Jung Jae II ‘Parasite’ OST

Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist ‘Alfredo’

Doves ‘The Universal Want’

Brigid Mae Power ‘Head Above The Water’

Bab L’ Bluz ‘Nayda!’

James Yorkston ‘That Summer, We Flew’

Oklou ‘Galore’

Angel Olsen ‘Whole New Mess’

The Lemon Twigs ‘Songs For The General Public’

Marie Davidson & L’Œil Nu ‘Renegade Breakdown’

Gupi ‘None’

Alexia Avina ‘Unearth’

John Bence ‘Love’

Colin Stetson ‘Color Out Of Space’ OST

King Krule ‘Man Alive!’

Against All Logic ‘2017-2019’

Willie J Healey ‘Twin Heavy’

Jam City ‘Pillowland’

MXLX ‘Maximum Amounts Of Extremely Fucking Yes (Vol.1)’

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THE TOP 80 ALBUMS OF 2020

80. Poppy ‘I Disagree’ 79. ThisisDA ‘Mud Hype’ 78. Fenne Lily ‘BREACH’ 77. Gorillaz ‘Song Machine’ 76. Soccer Mommy ‘Color Theory’ 75. 1995 Epilepsy ‘1995 Epilepsy’ 74. Jabu ‘Sweet Company’ 73. Actress ‘Karma & Desire’ + ‘88’ 72. Chloe x Halle ‘Ungodly Hour’ 71. Dirty Projectors ‘5EPs’

70. Beatrice Dillon ‘Walkaround’ 69. Matmos ‘The Consuming Flame: Open Exercises In Group Form’ 68. Blanck Mass ‘Calm With Horses’ OST 67. Eartheater ‘Phoenix: flames Are Dew Upon My Skin’ 66. Sega Bodega ‘Salvador’  65. Savage Mansion ‘Weird Country’ 64. Kelly Lee Owens ‘Inner Song’ 63. Daniel Blumberg ‘On&On’  62. Clementine March ‘Le Continent’ 61. HAIM ‘Women In Music Pt.III’

60. Dua Lipa ‘Future Nostalgia’ 59. Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs ‘Viscerals’ 58. Darkstar ‘Civic Jams’ 57. Lil Uzi Vert ‘Eternal Atake’ 56. This Is The Kit ‘Off Off On’ 55. Shabazz Palaces ‘The Don Of Diamond Dreams’ 54. Princess Nokia ‘Everything Is Beautiful’ 53. The Orielles ‘Disco Volador’ 52. Oro Swimming Hour ‘Pteradactyl’ 51. MXLX ‘Serpent’

50. Dan Deacon ‘Mystic Familiar’

49. Jay Electronica ‘A Written Testimony’

48. Fiona Apple ‘Fetch The Bolt Cutters’

47. Galen Tipton ‘Ungoliant’

46. Knife Liibrary ‘MARKS: Songs For Those I Have Killed’

45. Deerhoof ‘Future Teenage Cave Artists’

44. Caribou ‘Suddenly’

43. Working Men’s Club ‘Working Men’s Club’

42. Seamus Fogarty ‘A Bag Of Eyes’

41. Field Music ‘Making A New World’

40. Cornershop ‘England Is A Garden’

39. Lambchop ‘Trip’

38. Katy J Pearson ‘Return’

37. Amaarae ‘The Angel You Don’t Know’

36. James Ferraro ‘Neurogeist’

35. Hen Ogledd ‘Free Humans’

34. Spectres ‘It’s Never Going To Happen And This Is Why’

33. Laura Marling ‘Song For Our Daughter’

32. Bill Callahan ‘Gold Record’

31. Bob Dylan ‘Rough And Rowdy Ways’

30. A.G. Cook ‘7G’

29. Good Sad Happy Bad ‘Shades’

28. SAULT ‘Untitled (Black Is)’

27. Run The Jewels ‘RTJ4’

26. Clipping ‘Visions Of Bodies Being Burned’

25. Thundercat ‘It Is What It Is’

24. Pictish Trail ‘Thumb World’

23. Jessy Lanza ‘All The Time’

22. Yves Tumor ‘Heaven To A Tortured Mind’

21. Sorry ‘925’

20. Yaeji ‘What We Drew’

19. A.G. Cook ‘Apple’

18. Wesley Gonzalez ‘Appalling Human’

17. Pet Shimmers ‘Face Down In Meta’ & ‘Trash Earthers’

16. Arca ‘KiCK i’

15. 100 Gecs ‘1000 Gecs And The Tree Of Clues’

14. Tara Clerkin Trio ‘Tara Clerkin Trio’

13. Richard Dawson ‘Republic Of Geordieland’

12. Phoebe Bridgers ‘Punisher’

11. Perfume Genius ‘Set My Heart On Fire Immediately’

10. Charli XCX ‘How I’m Feeling Now’

9. Rina Sawayama ‘SAWAYAMA’

8. Dorian Electra ‘My Agenda’

7. Alabaster DePlume ‘To Cy & Lee: Instrumentals Vol.1’

6. SAULT ‘Untitled (Rise)’

5. Tim Heidecker ‘Fear Of Death’

4. Moses Sumney ‘græ’

3. Oneohtrix Point Never ‘Magic Oneohtrix Point Never’

2. Crack Cloud ‘Pain Olympics’

1. The Flaming Lips ‘American Head’