#this is not a democracy 💔

[figsbass]

i know 141 people voted and the majority said i should rewatch unsleeping city BUT i just went through my mice and murder tag and i've decided it's gonna be that. sorry guys 💔

[dropped-stitches]

THE CONSTIUTION OF INDIA

PREAMBLE

WE, THE PEOPLE OF INDIA,

having solemnly resolved to constitute India into a

SOVEREIGN SOCIALIST

SECULAR DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC

and to secure to all its citizens:

JUSTICE, social, economic and political;

LIBERTY of thought, expression, belief, faith and worship;

EQUALITY of status and of opportunity; and to promote among them all

FRATERNITY assuring the dignity of the individual and the unity and integrity of the Nation;

IN OUR CONSTITUENT ASSEMBLY this twenty-sixth day of November, 1949, do HEREBY ADOPT, ENACT AND GIVE TO OURSELVES THIS CONSTITUTION.

[narcissistcookbook]

I was listening to The Absolute State of the Union and some parts of the song really resonated with me because of the current situation in my country 😭 Although obviously it's not the same experience but man.. it hits. It's the democracy falling apart for me!

I'm Indonesian, by the way 💜 i love your songs!! I haven't listened to many but the ones I have were great :) Your style of music is so unique hehe.

When I was younger I also used to not understand why people have such aggresive and destructive protests. Why does the term ACAB exist? Aren't police supposed to help? Well, here I am blasting Cops / Dogs by Destruco Disc and watching videos of protesters, journalists, civillians, students and alike get attacked and battered 💔 sorry for the rant!!!!!

💪💪💪

there are good cops, or rather I've met good people who were also cops. But at a certain point I have to wonder why they're cops if they're decent people. One day you're going to have to enforce a law you don't agree with, and you'll either enforce it and become the villain or you'll sweep it under the rug in which case you aren't a cop anymore, you're placing yourself above the law. So, you know, be something else.

[devovas]

Democracy's greatest enemy 💔

PATREON: patreon.com/devovas

[yuri-alexseygaybitch]

RIP Mr. Alexei Navalny, your commitment to fighting for democracy will never be forget 💔

[iloveisrael]

These college campuses are a breeding ground of nothing but Anti Semitism and hate .

People actually pay to go there

Wow

What an Embarrassment this is to the United States .

Once considered the greatest democracy on earth and you let terrorists into your campuses and this is what happens .

How sad 💔

[ivonhart]

‼️ me yapping and poll time ‼️

the way I cycle through different phases with stuff

like for a few weeks I’m only focused on writing

and then another week or so I’m editing

and then it’s gaming

anD THeN reading

unfortunately fortnite/path of titans got its claws in me again and I’m playing that 💔

BUT ima try to write the second chapter to my wrecker story relatively soon

I think my hang up is deciding what route I want to take with the story

I could take the route where the reader stays on Pabu for the months Wrecker and Hunter are looking for Omega OR have her come along with the reasoning being that when she was a slave her masters had her do a bunch of different things to satisfy their needs (cuz they aren’t always sexual yk - like having her kill people they don’t like or blah blah)

SO now we let democracy reign

[normandyxf]

"Fuck the 4th!" by Synth0tic, aka me! 💣💥

🇺🇸❌ Exposing the real American story ❌🇺🇸 From Stonewall 🏳️‍🌈✊ to Palestine 🇵🇸💔 Time to wake up and break the chains! ⛓️💪

🎶 "Being gay and doing crime" - Our rebel anthem 🏴‍☠️🔥 🎶 "Fuck the fourth, and all its fake pride" 🖕🎆

Spitting 🔥 on:

Founding Fathers' hypocrisy 🧑‍⚖️😡

Police brutality 👮‍♂️🚫

Systemic racism ✊🏿✊🏾✊🏽

American imperialism 🌎💰

It's time to face the truth! 👀💯 No more celebration of oppression! ❌🎉❌

Stream it now! 🎧📱 Share if you're ready for real change! 🔄🌟

Lyrics: [Intro] Fuck the fourth! Fuck America! Did you fucking hear ME!?!? [Rap Verse] From Stonewall's uprising to Blair Mountain's rage America's true history is hidden from the page In a nation built on lies, we're just tryin' to stay alive Being gay and doing crime is how we're gonna survive [Chorus] Fuck the fourth, and all its fake pride A celebration of oppression and genocide Native lands taken by force and might Independence for who? Only oppressors in sight. [Verse] MOVE was bombed in Philly by their own police force Now Biden funds a genocide in Palestine without remorse Red flags, red scare witch hunts, silencing dissent This ain't no democracy, just capitalism's fascist descent [Chorus] Fuck the fourth, and all its fake pride A celebration of oppression and genocide Native lands taken by force and might Independence for who? Only oppressors in sight. [Verse] Badges and bullets, another Black life gone System ain't broken, it's working as drawn Your American dream is a nightmare for most Where’s it’s bullshit flag? Time to light it up …toast. [Chorus] Fuck the fourth, and all its fake pride A celebration of oppression and genocide Native lands taken by force and might Independence for who? Only oppressors in sight. [Outro] So we'll reject this holiday, with all its lies And raise our voices loud, as another child in Gaza dies We'll fight for justice, equality, and human rights And on this day, we'll ignite a revolution's light.

[floofyquenchiest]

INTRODUCTION

!!Minor!!

Nicknamez: Hi, I'm FloofyQuenchiest/FloofyDoozlez/PatrioticPasta, but you can call me pasta or floofy too; I don't mind! :P

Birthday: Jan 8th

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her They/Them

Country: United States

I'm Aroace!! :3

I am a furry, and the fandoms/communities I'm in are Smash Brothers, Kirby, Amrev, Civil War, Jacksonian Democracy, Hamilton Musical, Histeria!, Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson, 1776, Avatar the Last Airbender, Lapfox Trax, Halley Labs, Five Night's at Freddy's, Osu, Brain Pop, Littlest Pet Shop, Purble Place, Liberty's Kids, Animal Jam, ect! :0

My main interests are U.S History, Kirby, and Smash Bros! ^_^

Hobbies: Drawing, crafting, lil bits of animating, reading, writing, watching yt, and plush/trinket collecting! :D

Artwork Notice: A main thing I do while drawing my artwork of humans or historical figures is adding animal ears, tails, paws, noses, or other traits!! I add these traits to them because I feel it gives them more expression, character, and charm toward their personality and appearance! These traits can also be used for certain purposes as well like helping them survive in some scenarios!! They are for my enjoyment of character, and I may never move on from it! Hope this helps some confusion! <33

[DNI: Pedophiles, Zoophiles, Homophobes, Jamilton shippers, Washette shippers, ships the historical figures would hate in a way, idk how to explain it (like MariaxEliza, JacksonxQuincy)]

dni please, or I will block.

This is like if you actually are REAL serious about shipping these all the way!! Jokes r fine, but they can still be pretty numbing and extremely uncomfy to me, varying on context-

Pretty much all!! >w<

!!Other socials!!

Youtube (Very Active)

Tiktok (INACTIVE)

Instagram (Very Active)

Soundcloud (Very Active)

Twitter (Active)

https://x.com/FloofyQuenchier?t=2OhZ4Ee1GSNyY82xkbsyNg&s=09

Osu (Fairly Active)

[outlaw-poet-rider]

BREAKING: Biden releases statement that he is dropping out of the 2024 p...

💔 Heartbreaking News 💔 Thank you President Biden for all you have down for our Democracy and Freedom and the Globe.💙🇺🇲🗽

[apollos-olives]

MOSES SWEEP

naur if i make a poll people will vote jesus on a bias 💔💔 this cannot be a democracy. we must open people's eyes

[effervescentdragon]

since my first poll is going SPLENDIDLY, heres another, suggestion of @carlosheinz

I AINT TAGGING IT THIS TIME, YALL HAVE A DAY 😌🫡

[promiscuouspomegranate]

The Fish Cries Too

Reader x Ezra

TWs: Reader suffers from severe depression, bullying, suicide attempt, vomiting, mutual obsession(ish), forced kissing, kidnapping (?), and angst. THIS IS DARK !!!

(… democracy asked for a new male character and damn.. he’s definitely a character!! This got a little rushed toward the end and I’m sorry 💔)

I dipped my red Converse in the murky, muddy pond as my hollow eyes examined the playful, pink petals of the waterlilies. Baggy black denim jeans stuck to my skin as I sloshed through cattails and schools of brown-gold carp. The water rose to my midriff, and melancholic moonlight guided me to a floating cardboard box. Trembling hands seized the package and carried it above the water. I vaguely remember setting it down on the grass before my body failed me–slipping to a dreamless slumber in the woods.

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The song of the mourning dove and the sunlight poking above the treetops caused my eyes to open. I weakly reached my hand out to the cardboard box and softly smiled. What mattered was that Dad’s present was safe; I didn’t care about anything else. I rubbed my head and stirred to my feet–a migraine formed, and I felt sick.

I ambled across uneven ground covered in flat rocks, smashed cans of beer, and dogwood branches. I stepped across the small creek and tripped up the dirt mound. Thorns stabbed my skin, and I bit the inside of my cheek. I jerked away and muttered curses, grabbing the cardboard box. I saw the outline of my home enlarging until I was at the broken wooden fence.

I balanced the box above my head and was careful not to step on rusted nails. My head throbbed as I opened the sliding glass door, waking up my little brother–who insisted on sleeping on the couch in the basement. His curly hair shot up from his train pillowcase, and his wide eyes locked with mine.

“Did it happen again,” His gentle voice yawned and then questioned, “Why do they–”

“It’s a silly prank. It’s what friends do to each other,” I smiled as he approached me, holding his fuzzy teddy bear, “They’re only joking, don’t worry.”

“Charlie doesn’t play with me like that,” He hugged my leg, “Why are they meanies?”

“You’ll laugh at it when you’re older,” I patted his head, “When you’re my age, everyone is mean.”

I guided him back to the red couch and tucked him back in. I waited for him to fall asleep before I went upstairs. I set the damp box on the kitchen counter and taped Dad’s birthday card. He wanted a new fishing rod for his birthday to take on his boat; I found a used one and refurbished it.

I muttered as I wandered down the hallway and opened my bedroom door. I saw my chipped phone screen glowing and hesitated to grab it. I felt something hot burn my throat and scrolled through seemingly endless notifications from the latest hate group chat. Highlights consisted of Ezra calling me ‘Fisheyes’–a nickname that used to be endearing–and videos of my friend Lenore protecting my battered, unconscious body from getting injured any further.

I replayed the video a few times, carefully examining the change in Ezra’s behavior when the fight was broken up. If I hadn’t known him, I would’ve assumed he was a bystander. How fortunate I was that nobody knew Ezra the way Lenore and I did.

I blocked the numbers and turned off my phone. I rested my head on a pillow and stared at the upholstered headboard. I traced my hands along the design and thought about the pond. Memories of playing with Ezra in the water and grabbing fish flooded my mind. I was far too weak to suppress the memories of childhood friendship, and the ringing in my ear reminded me of the Sunday church bell.

“We used to draw together in first grade; in second grade, we played house,” I muttered and felt tears trickle down my cheek, “Now, you wish I were dead.”

A thousand thoughts of suicide entered my mind, but only one remained. I thought it would be rather poetic to drown myself in the pond I spent most of my life around. Perhaps, if there was an afterlife, I could watch Ezra’s smug face crumble into a hallowing emptiness. I almost felt the water filling my lungs as my face paled and something rose from my throat. I stumbled to the trash can in my room, and stomach acid spilled from my chapped lips.

“Sorry,” I breathlessly mumbled to whatever divine being was watching, “I won’t think like that anymore.”

I wiped my face with crumpled tissues and pulled my hair back. The nausea finally cleared, and I felt slightly relieved. Footsteps approached my door, and I gently smiled when I saw my dad’s face. Thoughts of sorrow melted from my mind when I saw a toothy grin.

“Shucks, kid. You did well this year,” He heartily laughed and wandered inside my room, “Say, Mr. Borrego and his son, you might’ve heard of him, Ezra.”

He paused for comedic effect and expected me to laugh. I managed to fake amusement.

“Anyway, we were all going out on the boat, just us lads. But, I think it’d be best to bring my favorite kid with me on my birthday trip,” He patted my shoulder and grinned, “You have the honor of receiving my old rod.”

“I can’t fish, though,” I felt nauseous again and resisted the urge to cry, “I shouldn’t go.”

“Ezra can show you how, fisheyes,” He winked, “Besides, I’ve heard from Mr. Borrego a certain someone can’t stop speaking about you.”

“How lovely,” I weakly muttered.

.

Dad was wasted, and Mr. Borrego was rambling to him about how, in his glory days, he caught thirteen catfish from a single river to impress his buddies.

“I could catch a catfish anytime today, y’know what I mean,” My dad howled with laughter, and Mr. Borrego copied, “Y / N ‘s mother was the only fish for me. What lovely scales she had.”

“Her hands weren’t that callused,” is what I wanted to say, but I knew better than to argue with my dad.

“How I’d love to say something about my wife, but I know Ezra would immediately proclaim it to his mother. Such a mama’s boy, it took him ages to stop cozying up between us in bed when he had a nightmare,” Mr. Borrego took a sip of his beer then pointed at Ezra, “Didn’t you always say it was clowns?”

“Can you cut it out,” Ezra sighed, and his hand tightened on his fishing rod.

“Don’t want to embarrass your son in front of my kid now, Joaquin,” My dad’s eyes locked with Ezra’s, “Lord knows he’ll throw a fit the way he used to all those years ago.”

Silence permeated the salty ocean air, and the gray-blue waves rocked the boat. The soft song of the water made me yawn as my dad looked at me and then over to Ezra.

“I’ll drop you two off at the shore,” He hummed and slowly stood up, “You kids don’t need to listen to us drunk adults ramble anymore.”

“Thank God, I can finally fucking leave this shitbox,” Ezra muttered loud enough for me to hear, “Fucking hate it here.”

I felt frightened and approached my father, who was steadily cruising the old boat towards the docks.

“I want to stay here,” I tugged his blue flannel and whispered, “I don’t want to be alone with Ezra. Dad, I've wanted to tell you for a while–”

“Relax, I know you two kids have the hots for each other,” He stupidly grinned at me, “I know you’re nervous to make a move because I know you. Trust me, Ezra’s dad can’t keep a single secret about his son. The boy is a little more than head over heels.”

Protesting seemed pointless; who was I to ruin my dad’s birthday with silly complaints about fears? Besides, Ezra never laid a hand on me personally; it was always his friends. ‘It was fine,’ the words echoed in my head as the motor’s noise softened. ‘It was fine,’ formed in my throat as my sandals nearly fell off my feet when I stepped on the jagged, algae-covered rocks.

“Don’t get into too much trouble, kids,” Mr. Borrego called out as the motor loudly started.

“We’ll be fine,” my eyes and mouth said.

When the boat was far enough, I looked at Ezra.

“I’ll leave,” The words quickly fell off my tongue, and I attempted to ease the tension, “Just tell them I wasn’t feeling good.”

“No thanks, fisheyes,” Ezra smiled and stepped closer, “You scared or something?”

I was at the edge of the rocks and could feel Ezra's amusement. Yet, it didn’t matter anymore. The waves reflected the pale moonlight, and I saw my face shatter and reform in them.

“You think I’d actually hurt you or something? It’s my birthday gift to your fatass dad,” He laughed and tilted his head, “Oh, forgot you’ve always been obsessed with your dad. Don’t yell at me, please.”

The water called to me like a siren, and I felt an overwhelming urge to

Dive.

The frigid ocean water shocked my body as I opened my eyes. They stung with salt, and I felt hysteria overwhelm common sense. I jammed my foot inside the rocks and felt a delightful pain overcome my ankle. I crammed it further until it was stuck and felt relief sweep over my body. The ocean was no pond, but it was death–how could I complain about my wish?

A year, hour, minute, or second passed–it didn’t matter. I felt my lungs override my hysteric state and could hear Ezra’s hoarse shouting from the surface.

‘Fisheyes,’ I thought, ‘I bet his eyes are wider than mine. I loved Ezra’s eyes; they were always prettier than mine. Emerald green with thick, dark eyelashes. They sparkled when they looked at me.’

.

Warm and cold, then warm once more–the cycle of the ocean and my relationship with Ezra. I thought it’d finally freeze over; I thought he wanted me to die.

“Liar,” I threw up water and seafood dinner. My voice croaked out another, “Liar.”

An overwhelming sensation of pain that was too profound to protest any treatment consumed my nerves.

“You’re fucking insane,” Ezra smacked me across the face and clenched my soaked t-shirt, “You’re actually fucking insane.”

“Part of me hoped you’d save me,” I felt my eyes close and smiled, “I mainly wished you let me die.”

“I wish you fucking died. You’re ruining my life,” He muttered and let go of my shirt, “I hate you.”

“Why, Ezra?”

“Because you’re always on my mind, fucking fisheyes. I can’t focus on anything but you; it ruins my day to see you happy when you don’t even know the lengths I go to.”

“You’re lying. I fucking hate it when you lie.”

A chill crept down my spine when he cupped my face. His emerald eyes were wider than my own when our lips pressed. He crammed his tongue into my mouth, and I felt like vomiting again.

“Lenore always got in the way whenever I got you weak enough to do this,” He wiped his mouth, “Fucking bitch, why are you two still friends?”

“Lenore doesn’t get her friends to beat the shit out of me and doesn’t have fantasies of molesting me.”

“I bet I was your first kiss.”

Stomach acid crept into my throat, and I started to sob.

“Calling my dad and telling him you got tired. I’m taking you back to my place,” Ezra left my cold body on the rocks and cocked his head, “You look like shit.”

“I tried to kill myself,” I laughed and felt hysterical, “You want me to go back with you after this? I’ll throw myself back in the water.”

“Gives me another opportunity to tongue you,” Ezra smirked and grabbed my neck as he called his dad.

“They’re fatigued, Dad,” He stared at me, “I’m taking them back to our place; it’s closer. Besides, Mom loves to see Y / N. No, I– Shut up. I’m leaving now, bye.”

“I fucking hate you, Ezra,” My lip quivered, and I felt frigid.

“Cry it out,” He picked me up and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

[anxietytwist]

𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨

[ 𝟸𝟼 | 𝟻'𝟼" | Nonbinary | Bi Demi | 💗𝐒𝐞𝐛 ]

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ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Grunge Rock

ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ᴠɪʙᴇꜱ:

#𝟷 ꜱᴏɴɢ: “𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑆𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑀𝑒” 🎼

ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ: Introspective song about escaping an abusive situation

❝You won't find me in the shadows, I'm soaring high above the trees. My wings cannot be clipped, my heart's forever free. I'm no longer in your prison, nor your shadowed dark domain. So don't you dare fucking search for me, I've escaped your gilded cage.❞

𝟷ˢᵗ ᴇᴘ: “𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟”

ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: “𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑂𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑”

ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏꜱʜᴏᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ: 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭

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✮ 𝑭𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒐𝒏 ✮

​ᴏɴ-ꜱᴛᴀɢᴇ:

“𝑬𝒅𝒈𝒚” (𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 makeup... they love fishnets & platform shoes)

𝗪𝗲𝗲𝗸𝟭: “𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵; 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.”

✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮

​ᴏꜰꜰ-ꜱᴛᴀɢᴇ:

“𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍” (no makeup... generally just jeans/sweatpants & a t-shirt)

✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮

ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ:

“𝑭𝒖𝒏” (𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 makeup... despite hating parties, they always make an effort to, at the very least, look good™ while attending)

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✮ 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂 ✮

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✮ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ✮

ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ɪɴꜱᴘᴏ➠ 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓𝘖𝘞 ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ➠ They/Them ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ➠ 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘺 ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢꜱ➠ Ears (🆁/🅻), 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦, & 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯

ᴛᴀᴛᴛ ɪɴꜱᴘᴏꜱ➠ Eclectic (❶/❷/❸/❹/❺) ᴘʀᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ➠ Vocal warm-ups (while juggling) ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ-ᴄʜᴀᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ➠ “Ride OR Dies”

💔ꜰ!𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

✮ They're definitely NOT a morning person 🥱 (which makes early practice/performances rough™ )

✮ They had top-surgery (𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯) & officially changed their legal name to “𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞” when they were 𝟸𝟸 🏳️‍⚧️

✮ Their MAIN goal is to share their art with the world; fame & money are just a nice bonus to them 💸

✮ 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 has a 𝟼-year-old rescue cat named “𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞” 💕🐈 (they adopted her AFTER their breakup)

✮ They were quite timid in high school (they hid in the bathroom during their 𝟷ˢᵗ high school party 😵‍💫); being in the band helped build up their confidence 😎 (+ taught them to stop being self-conscious about their looks)

✮ It's difficult to anger 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞, they have “thick skin” & prefer to resolve issues with calm words 😌 (+ processing/expressing their “anger” through WRITING songs); like any other person they DO have a limit, though, & once it's reached they DON'T HOLD ANYTHING BACK 🤬

✮ Their parents' general absence in their life has left them feeling nothing but resentment towards them 😒 (their mom & dad are genuinely the ONLY people who can easily get a rise out of them), so they moved out at 𝟷𝟾; living on their own in a rented apartment (initially with the support of 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 & her mum)

✮ 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 tried to keep 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 IN the band (they voted to keep their vocals a duet & even begged the others to apologize to 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 after she stormed out)... but the band IS a democracy & majority rules (+ they were scared of pushing too far & having the others leave them the band 🥲)

✮ Their tattoos incorporate/are on the parts of their arms & legs that lost pigment; so it looks like they're peeking out from under their pigmented skin (their 𝟷ˢᵗ tattoo was the matching set with 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧: 𝕊𝔻... they always keep it hidden), the most recent tattoo they've gotten is of 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮'𝙨 𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘰 🍒

✮ 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 has never been good at accepting compliments/praise, it always leaves them flustered & embarrassed 🫣

✮ When faced with 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐬 ire they used to revert to a passive disposition 🫠 (always going along with whatever SHE wanted & apologizing even when SHE was the one in the wrong); after the breakup, & almost dying, they've decided to treat 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 the same way they do their parents 😤 (“do not harm, but take no shit”)

✮ Initially, 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 wanted to support 𝗦𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗩𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲... but after reviewing the lyrics of their more “popular” songs, 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 decided to block anything that had to do the band (they were already in a VERY dark place emotionally 🥲🫀)

✮ Due to their vitiligo, portions of their hair, eyelashes, & eyebrows have 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 & turned grey/white 🤍👁🤍

✮ 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 wears prescription 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴 while performing & 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 when they're at home/relaxing 🤓 (their 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦𝘴 are directly related to their vitiligo)

✮ They tend to get carried away by their emotions when signing, performing as if they're baring their whole soul to the audience (performing is really the ONLY time they're completely open & allow themselves to express any pent-up “volatile” emotions) 🗯️

✮ Post-breakup 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 impulsively 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 ✂️ (it used to reach their 𝘮𝘪𝘥-𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬)... most of the pics on their “personal” 𝗜𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺 are pre-breakup (they took a social media break shortly after 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 left them the band), so all their selfies & candid pictures show them with long hair still 📸

✮ Only a select few people get to see what's written inside of their songwriting journal(s), they're especially protective of the journal they wrote in during their “post-breakup” hospital stay (there are A LOT of dark thoughts locked in there, most of which will NEVER see the light of day in a publicly-released song) 📓

✮ 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 no longer drinks alcohol after going through a period of alcohol abuse & binge drinking that causes them to be hospitalized due to almost fatal alcohol poisoning 😵 (the binge happened after they saw a social media post of 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 publicly dating someone new)... after recovering they've become the “designated driver” of their friend group 🚙💨

✮ When they saw 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 at the 𝗕𝗢𝗧𝗕 afterparty (after seeing her at their audition) they almost caved to their drinking urge, but decided that abandoning the party—in favor of going to the diner —was a far better alternative than breaking their year-long sobriety 🚱

✮ 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 enjoys spending most of their free time gaming 🎮 (they even have a whole PC setup at their apartment)

✮ They are NOT a fan of parties, they'd prefer to hang out with close friends somewhere they're already familiar with (the only “good parties” are ones they're performing at 🎤😉)

✮ 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 is able to play just enough piano (& use electronic “music softwear”) to record raw demos of their songs before handing it over to the other band members & letting them freely make edits 🎹

✮ They're NOT shy when it comes to flirting with someone they find attractive 😘, though they'll only overtly do so AFTER the other person has shown they're interested

✮ 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞'𝐬 on-stage persona & off-stage personality are polar opposites: they're content to just blend into the background when they're not performing (they very much lean towards being an introvert 😓)

✮ Because of their early childhood isolation & emotional neglect, they find it difficult to set/understand boundaries when entering new interpersonal relationships 🤔

✮ 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 always wondered what it would've been like to not be an only child, & though NEVER tell him their relationship with 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 is what they hoped having an older sibling would've been like 🥺❤️‍🩹

✮ They HATE peanuts 🥜 (not because of allergies or anything... they simply find their taste/texture disgusting)

✮ 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 can definitely be described as a perfectionist, at least when it come to their music (they stay up late the night before performances & often end up involuntarily napping just minutes before going onstage 😬)

✮ Whenever 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 is brought up by anyone who ISN'T in their close circle (i.e., media/fans/other artists/etc...) they speak in a professionally detached manner (it's easier to spit out a script... no need to expose their deeply buried emotions 😮‍💨)

✮ Despite everything, a tiny part of 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 wishes that their parents were proud of them & everything they've accomplished (unfortunately, everything they're proud of just makes them an “embarrassment” to their parents 😕)

✮ Out of everyone in the band they're the best choice (sans 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧) when it comes to dealing with interviews & media personnel 🫡 (their professionalism helps create a strong barrier against unfounded rumors/gossip)

✮ 𝗖𝗵𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘆 WON the week𝟷 challenge 🥹🏆(hopefully the target on the band doesn't get too much bigger 😬)

✮ ...

𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 means “𝘊𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵; 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 & 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥” (Old French) 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨 means “𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦” (Italian)

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✮ 𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒔 ✮

Week 𝟷 ⁃ “𝐵𝑎𝑑 𝑆𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛” 🎼

❝Artistry withered, hope fading away; for the price of lying, what hell would we pay? Truth is the weapon we clasp in our hands; fearless and bold, we'll make a final stand. We'll never compromise, never take the easy way; Chokecherry is here & we're planning to stay.❞

Unfinished Demo ⁃ “...”

❝Yearning for your touch; longing for your embrace. Even though you're out of reach, I can't escape this endless chase.❞

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Happy New Year to all. To my fellow Americans, vote like our democracy depends upon it, because it does 💔💔