#y2k fall candles

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Bath and Body Works Fall Edition Chubbies Votives in Orchard Fresh Pear, Blissful Blackberry, Spiced Vanilla and Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin

Fall 1999-2000ish

Found on Ebay, user rospag7

[90s-2000s-barbie]

Fall Out Boy - A Little Less Sixteen Candles, a Little More 'Touch Me' (2005) 🩸 🦇

[lilsocksiswriting]

Academic Weapon Chapter Three

Summary:

You were like a lot of humans, born with just enough curse energy to see curses but not enough power to do anything. Your greed has helped you hold in the Jujustu Sorcery program. it is this same greed that tends to blind you to the danger you are in.

Sukuan sees you as a weak pretty thing that he can hold a conversation in his class. This is what he tells him to do he falls for you, his student because the curse refuses to believe this is love.

Oh, then there is the murder.

Characters: Reader, Ryomen Sukuna, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto,Ieiri Shoko, Iori Utahime,

Pairings: Sukuna X Fem!Reader

Tags: College AU, Professor X Student, Modern Fantasy AU, NSFW

Chapter two || Chapter Four || Ko-fi || Masterlist

It did not take long for the name of the student to begin to circulate around campus. By Thursday morning everyone knew the name of the student who had been killed. By Friday a vigil took place. People brought candles and wrapped bequeaths of flowers. A few close to the murderer student spoke about how tragic it was that his life was taken in such a gruesome way. Then the police and Dean Yaga made a joint statement about protecting the student body and finding the perpetrator Very routine things you saw in news footage of vigils. This was the first time you actually had gone to one. You went to the vigil to show support, but also to eavesdrop on the hushed sobs and conversations to see if you could add anything to your small collection of facts about the murder.

A plethora of parties all in honor of the student took place after the vigil. Most of the organizers of these parties did not even know the murdered man, but then again you did not either. The reason you were going to the party was that you needed to relax, not be anywhere near a laptop or schoolwork, and take your mind off your Curse Theory class and the lewd thoughts of its professor.

"You know, "Mei-Mie comments as the two of you walk up the step of the frat's big house. "If you don't wipe that look off your face no one will want to flirt with you.

"I'm not sure if I want a frat bro to flirt with me," you grimace.

"Aww, " you feel an arm across your sling shoulders. "but isn't the point of going to parties?"

You pout at Gojo who tucks you into his side as you enter the house.

"These boys do typically come from a lot of money," Mei-Mei points out.

You didn't come to that part to flirt and be flirted with or to bag some rich kid like Mei-Mei was planning on doing. You came here because you needed to force yourself to take a break from your studies. It was too early into the semester to get burnout.

"Come on y/n~" Gojo lets go of you and motions to your outfit with outstretched hands. "don’t tell me you got all dressed up and not expect someone to shoot their shot?

You look down at the tight crop top blouse and jeans, A very Y2K vibe, then back up at the giddy taller man,” Gojo I am wearing jeans.”

"Any guy would be lucky to take you out on a date, and aren't you tired of eating campus food?"

"I am, " You agree," But I came here to take a break, not to con some guy into dinner, no offense Mei-Mei."

"Oh, none taken dear. It's the truth. there's a new steakhouse on the other side of town I wanna try."

"Yo, Satoru," Geto waves to the group, "Was wondering where you ran off to."

"Hi Geto," You wave.

"Hello Y/n, How's class with the King of Curses going?"

"Oh yeah, " Gojo perks up," Let's go find somewhere to chill, you got to tell us everything about your first week with that monster!"

you four end up in the frats house study. You sit on a couch with Geto and Gojo while Mei-Mei scams some sorry guys out of all their money with the pool table behind the three of you.

"I think it went pretty well. I don’t know. I like that he doesn't feed us information. It makes things really hard to get. And he's so scary. He always looks like he wants to eat me or something. And he's so mean and intimidating in class discussions. I'm so dreading what his notes on my first paper are goanna be."

"Jeez," Gojo laughs" He sounds like the totally worst. Glad, I didn't take him."

"But" You begin, "When you fully catch on to what he's teaching and apply it in a way that expands on his teaching it feels a lot better. It's really rewarding!"

"Aww, that's out little over achiever," Gojo teases poking at your flush cheek, "Look how happy she is Suguru."

"Yes," Geto comments with an easy smile and adds," She also has a higher grade point average than you."

"Whaaaa, how would you know that?"

he shrugs, "Call it a hunch."

Gojo looks at you through dark shades and immediately agrees, "Ok yeah you probably are like way better them me in classes."

You know there is a, 'but' he wants to say, and you know he's keeping his mouth shut because he knows how his seemingly endless supply of curse energy is a sore spot for you.

It was true though. In academics, you were the prodigy. That did into matter to the higher-ups as all they wanted were fighters and healers.

"Ok, I wanna drink now. Gojo?” you stand to your feet.

when it comes to alcohols you and Gojo both hated the taste of the hard stuff. So Gojo leads you to the makeshift bar the fraternity had set up to finds the sweetest drink they have. When you and Gojo rejoin Geto on the couch you can her Mei-Mei is right in the middle of her act of being just some cute unassuming women making bets with men over  a game of pool.

you settle in with the two men and ask them," So tell me how you two's first week went?"

"Same old same old," Gojo complies," Same kinds of classes, same kind of mission, same kind of family stuff."

"Well, one more year and you won't have to deal with classes," Geto comments nudging his foot into Gojo’s

Gojo pouts, "But then I'll have to be like an actual adult with responsibilities and taxes and all that stuff."

You take a sip of your sweet drink and then suggest to him, “Will that really be such a bad thing?"

"y/N there are so many meetings! and they are so boring!"

"The literal entitize of 'could have been an email’" Geto adds.

Gojo nods slumping against the other man, "I can barely sit still through class

 You smile at the two, "I am telling you that you need to get a fidget toy."

"But fidget spinners are so, like, cringe nowadays. And those little popper things are for little kids. I have a reputation to uphold."

You roll your eyes pulling your phone out from your small purse. For the next hour two look over your shoulder at your phone screen as you show Gojo just how diverse and discrete figet toys can be.

The three make jokes at some of the more outlandish-looking ones, point out how some remind you of cartoons and toys from your childhood, and end up in a jewelry site.

"A ring is pretty discreet,” Geto offers.

"Yes, but I'm not really that type to wear jewelry," Gojo says.

"Gojo no one is going to question you wearing a ring."

"Well," Geto hummus side eyes the white-haired man, "If it's on the right finger they might."

You giggle, "Yes! That is so romantic, a fidget ring for an engagement ring?"

Geto geans back throws an arm over the couch and taps his own phone to life.

"what's that saying?" Gojo asks and you can tell he's looking over your head at Geto of the corner of his eye, "Ring before spring?"

There it is again. These little details like the way that the two look at each other make you wonder if the best friends ever wanted something more from one another.

The rigging of Gojo's phones makes him groan.

"Speaking of my reputation," He grumbles looking down at his screen.

"I'll be right back," he tells you two before standing up and answering his phone with an easy smile, "Hey Mom."

Gojo's face falls into a hard frown as he leaves the study.

"Family stuff?"

Geto nods in agreement, "Family stuff."

Gojo's 'family stuff' was a pretty vague topic and it always bugged you how little you knew of it. You think it's because you're not close to the big clans or the higher-ups like Gojo and Geto are. They are the strongest in this generation’s batch of sorceresses and Gojo is the pride and head of the Gojo clan as a user of Six Eyes and Limitless. You were just a useless scholar.

Plus, showing such closely held information could put you in dangerous situations. so, the way they kept you in the dark about what Gojo really had to deal with as a clan head could be keeping you safe.

You look over to see Geto has pulled up the same fidget jewelry site you had on your own phone screen. He seems so engrossed in it you could probably have a new side conversation. Behind you, Mei-Mei was still at the pool table. There were a lot of stripes still out and only a few solid colors. by the smile Across Mei-Mei's face, you could tell she was solid colors.

"Hey, I'm back," Gojo announces himself. "Suguru you mind making sure that y/n gets home safe? I gotta jet."

"Sure," is his easy reply.

you pout and mummer, “I can get home just fine."

"Sure, you can," Geto pats your head and that was the last straw.

you stand up abruptly. Gojo was not making sure that Mei-Mei had a safe way home. probably because he knew Mei-Mie was a powerful sorceress in her own right who had while all you had were smarts.

later you will realize that none of them mean to hurt you, but right now you ask yourself how they cannot know how they are hurting you. Cutting their sentences short, leaving you out of the loop of things, and making sure someone was also there to protect you- you can’t take it.

"I can get home just fine,"

"Y/N-"

you cut Gojo off, "I'll see y'all later, have a great night with ‘family stuff’."

then promptly walk away leaving behind the two confused men.

No one follows you, which you are thankful for because now that you are out in the night you feel so vulnerable. If Geto were to find you walking down the side you would agree to let him walk you home with his jacket over your shoulder.

You feel a little better as you pass by the library it means your journey home is halfway over. The tall buildings look so much more brooding this late at night, the dark brick almost blending into the night. Just like a certain professor who plagues your thoughts.

You then remember that on the best level of the library, there is a Starbucks that stays open until 2 a.m. The thought of having something sweet and packed with caffeine while binge-watching Netflix or reading for the rest of the night seems like something that puts you in a good mood.

With it only being the first week of school and the murder taking place within that time frame the libra was pretty empty. There are a few STEM students set up Camp at large tables. Paper, textbooks, tablets, and laptops open and the furious sound of clicking fills the quiet space.

You think how the fact that Student was murdered still has not settled in. There were still parties, people out so late, and not a curfew in sight. Mabey it was because this murder was done by a curse user. Sorcery and non-sorcery are completely different worlds.

You get a Frappuccino then continue on your way home happily sipping on it despite the cold wondering if you want to read or watch something. You are walking down the library when a deep voice stops you.

"Isn't it a little late for caffeine?"

You turn around to see Professor Sukuan at the top of the stairs. A shiver runs down your spine as he eyes you with that look again like he wants to devour you whole.

"Isn't it a bit late for a professor to be on campus?"

"What  smart mouth you have."

you can't look away as Sukuan slips his hands into his pockets and walks down the stairs to meet you.

Red eyes look up and down once more. Coming to the image his memory for later to undress you later. He keeps his face placid even when you shit you weight from one foot to the other and look away. So cute, acting all bashful now. The curse wonders what sort of party you had been at. What sort of pathetic men tried to take you home?

"Aren't you scared to be out alone at night?" he teases," a murder just took place after all."

 "I- guess it just hasn't set in, with what little information the university is giving students."

"Hmm, so that's why you were taking notes in class," he hums thinking back to you writing in your notebook. That comment probably went over everyone else's head "Playing detective?"

You shrug twirling the green straw between your fingers instead of meeting the curse’s gaze. Ugh, he makes you feel so squirm and giddy all at once!

"Well, if the university isn't going to tell us anything..."

Sukuna’s face suddenly falls. Why was he bothered if you go poking your nose around where you shouldn't? So, what if you go and put yourself in a dangerous situation or get yourself killed?

"If you poke around too much you might end up as the next victim."

you look up at him you feel your body tense, he looks mad. red eyes staring down into your E/C ones. A stern frown set tight over his face. Arms crossed over so broad chest.

What did I do?'

"I-I’m not that naive. I know my limits. I just want to know more than the university is letting out, ‘sides this kinda stuff is my blood.”

“Acting stupid?”

“Journalism, actually.”

His glare somehow gets even more intense.

"I-I should be going now...." you make an excuse to get out from under the curse gaze.

"Yes, run along, get yourself home," Sukuan says then leaves it at that heading in the opposite directing

You watch him walk away and disappear into the shadows you wonder where he is off to. home? Does Sukuan have a home? you think that he might have a home. Where else would  he keep all those nice dress shirts and pants that fit so snuggly on him?

Speaking of home, you begin walking toward your apartment again, unaware that Sukuan had stopped in the shadows to watch you walk away into the night.

Once you make it back to your apartments you get changed into something comfortable and settle down in your bed. You end up finding a funny sitcom to watch with your sugary treat.

you're playing a matching game on your phone when it is interrupted by a Facetime call from Gojo.

You do not even get a chance get a chance to  say hello beiger Gojo demands," Are you at home?"

"Jeez, hi to you too, yeah, and I'm sorry I didn't text anyone when I got home. I just kind of wanted to be alone for the rest of the night."

"Are you alone?"

"Excuse me? Gojo wants to go on?"

Gojo takes a deep breath. It took a lot to the right man so worked up. it had to be somewhat serious.

"Y/N please, I just need to know that your safe?"

"Y-yea I am. what's going on?"

a look of conflict crosses his face.

"Gojo, " Your prompt again. 

"It's- look I promise I’ll tell you I just need to know that everyone is safe Y/N." is answers, and there is a pleading look in his eyes.

Even though a phone screen, his eyes look ethereal. An unearthly deep blue that seems to be made of the sky itself. Emotions swirling in the like looming storm clouds.

"Fine, I'm safe Gojo. you stay safe too ok."

Gojo smiles and he smees to untunes just a bit.

"I will, I'll talk to you later y/N," and then he ends the Facetime.

you suddenly feel so alone in your bedroom. Thoughts of what could have happened to Gojo to make him so stressed and demanding swirl in your head.

You pull up Snapchat and look at all the snaps that have been posted to the map. Nothing. So, then you search a few tags on Twitter along with a few geo locations, nothing but people going to class and partying.

So, it wasn't some public, you conclude.

the rest of the apartment is empty. Mei-Mei was probably still at the frat party and Shoko and Utahime had been called earlier that day to assist with a mission.

So, it was just you.

you get up and check all the locks, then take a hot shower to try and take your mind off things.

you blame the sugar and caffeine for how jitter you feel, but

You try and go back to what you were doing before, watch Netflix, and play games. On your phone. but the thoughts don't go away. They stick with you, making you toss and turn in bed when you finally try to go to sleep. At least they do not haunt your dream. Something else does. Red eyes staring at you in the darkness, big hands caressing your skin, and pink hair threading through your fingers.

[jawhip5]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Candle Holder Snowman With Glass Votive Holder Metal Approximately 6 x 8.5”.

[peacedtogether]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Priamo Cream Candlelight long Fluted V-Neck Vintage Bridal nightgown.

[biglisbonnews]

What You Missed at New York Fashion Week (According to Linux) This is What You Missed Last Month (According To Linux), in which nightlife it-girl Linux takes us behind the velvet rope and into the VIP section of Scene-City. Through her extreme (sometimes exaggerated) lens, Linux gives us the tea on what really happened at every party-of-the-century that floods our Instagram feeds. (A note from the author: don’t take what she says too seriously — she’s just a club kid after all).They say, “all’s fair in love and war,” which must be why each February all New Yorkers’ rules of candor are tossed into the trash. What are the odds that the two most brutal yearly happenings, Fashion Week and Valentine’s Day, happen in the same month? How on Earth does one balance the two? Not so fast investing all your energy into securing a mans for that candle-lit dinner at The Nines — you’ve got a Vogue party to go to! Good luck dedicating your paycheck to buying your new lover some diamonds — you’ve also got to go to Loewe and buy your own look for their party you’re crashing. (We all know the PR girl who sent you the flyer at the afters last week is never texting you back, in fact she’s probably fired by now!) The only foolproof way for an it-kid to garner triumph in February’s affairs of love and war is simple: Throw those morals right out the window! Have to text your besties nemesis who handles reservations at Indochine? She won’t forgive you, but at least you’ll have an entree to IG-Story on the 14th! Do you so badly want to go to the [Redacted Cancelled Fashion Designer] show but you’re worried about your reputation? Diet Prada posts ten times a day, this too shall pass!And don’t worry, my curious readers. While the despicable Socialites and Fashionistas of 10001 spent 28 days backstabbing and trampling over one another towards victory in love & war... your favorite journalist (me!) tagged along. All month I lurked in the shadows, disguised as the scenesters we love to hate, and quietly attended each and every New York happening. As a servant of truth, I’ve brewed all the tea that went down at these scandalous hotspots... and honey: it’s scalding! Rest assured that I, Linux, the New York Downtown It-Girl, am nothing like them… I’m one of you! I didn’t even want to be at these mega-fabulous celebrity-filled parties. This was all for… uh… research purposes! February 9: Christian Siriano See on Instagram Every New York Fashion Month starts with a visit from Christian Siriano. We know it, we expect it, we love it. Project Runway star Christian Siriano invited the who’s who of who’s left to Gotham Hall to show off his Fall 2023 collection. I could tell you all about the floral fashions that stomped down his runway but I know you’re really here for the front row! I was plopped next to the usual Nightlife/Fashion Crew, seated next to queens like Gottmik and CT and nightlife cool kids Leigh Lezark, Austin Smith and Ty Sunderland. After the NY-C-List got settled in, a swam of flashing photographers around a redhead at the entrance alerted all of us that the real stars had arrived. Taking a closer look, we realized it was none other than Lindsay Lohan. Yes... Lindsay Lohan! What a gag. After millions of photographs, Lindsay was quickly escorted to her seat next to us where we all one by one whispered to one another “omg…I can’t believe... Lindsay Lohan!” After the Hollywood legend sat down and her show ended, the fashion show began. New York legend Dianne Brill, however, did not make it to her seat in time, but all of Gotham Hall got to admire her head-to-toe ensemble and self-emblazoned “BRILL” clutch from our seats.After the final look came down the runway and the crowd applauded for Christian, we piled into a Siriano Sprinter van and headed to the afterparty at the Edition Times Square. There, Gottmik performed something Y2K (this was a month ago, how should I remember?) and Ty Sunderland DJ’d something even more Y2K. Somehow hours went by and by 8 PM I was on the Edition terrace in Times Square drunk out of my mind chain-smoking with Lindsay Lohan and a bunch of talent managers. No matter how many jokes I told... I did not get a gig! (But Lindsay did laugh.)February 10: Dion Lee AfterpartyIf anyone in the scene is an enigma wrapped in a riddle and cash, it’s Dion Lee. The Australian designer was first introduced to me in my Bushwick home at one of my many COVID-era raves. Since meeting, I’ve seemed to run into him anywhere the BPM passes 140; at too-cool hotspots such as Unter, the green rooms at Basement or the 10 AM yurt afters at Nowadays. It’s easy to find him around — that is, besides during Fashion Week. I reached out, as I do every season, to attend his show and afterparty to no avail. After weeks of radio silence, I finally took the hint that it was a big N-O. Most with a speck of pride would give up... but honey, I am more than a chimp with a typewriter. I am Linux and this is The Nightlife Bible. The only thing that will without fail get my party-crashing ass to attend an event is telling me I can’t go! I’m sure my invite just got lost in the mail. On Fashion Week Friday, Dion Lee invited everyone (besides me!) to Boom Boom Room to celebrate his Fall 2023 show. Everyone in NYC with a functioning ketamine habit pooled into the Standard Hotel elevators and up to the top floor to party with the designer. If you’re a routine reader of mine (as I’m sure you are) then you’ve come along with me to countless events at this venue. If you’re new here: it’s where Solange and Jay-Z got in that fight! But what made this night different from most at Boom Boom Room was that, instead of being filled with LA celebrities or the entire Vogue office, the congregation mainly consisted of Bushwick ravers and transgender Parisian supermodels. Simply put: the crowd was cunt. The room was packed, but thankfully there was no wait at the open bar, as most attendees were likely dosing GHB. Around midnight, the bartenders began clearing the unused bar, which hinted that whoever was about to perform would be converting it to something with more value: a stage. Finally, as the music cut off and we heard her iconic voice, the secret show was revealed to be Azealia Banks. In seconds, the most talented person to come out of New York City hopped onto the bar in a two-piece army green number and began performing for us. One thing about Dion Lee is he will always align himself with talent, and Banks rapping at his afterparty was no exception. By the end of “New Bottega,” the tranquilizer crowd did their best to applaud, and the K-gods spoke to me in my thoughts, letting me know it was time to go. In fact, by 2 AM I don’t know if anyone there even knew where they were! Kudos to Dion for throwing a fashion week party that only I will probably remember. All I could keep thinking to myself that night was, All these people got invited and not me? But as I write this now, I am immediately reminded that it’s because I write party reviews like this!February 11: Honey Dijon Teksupport See on Instagram There’s nothing I love more than going to a non-Fashion Week party smack-dab in the middle of Fashion Week. Long-running production team Teksupport is no stranger to throwing killer parties. For as long as I can remember, Teksupport has been one of the few bumpin’ bashes for breeders this city has to offer. For a full week in February, Teksupport put together a lineup of iconic DJ’s including Diplo, Bedouin and Honey Dijon. Out of those three, the standout evening was easily that which belonged to Honey Dijon. The event took place at The Glasshouse, an innovative venue boasting floor-to-ceiling windows and unobstructed 360-degree views of the Manhattan skyline. The city was especially excited to see Dijon as this was the fashion-icon and DJ’s first New York appearance since being awarded a Grammy for her part in Beyoncé’s Renaissance. I had hundreds of Fashion Week things going on that day, but that didn’t stop me from arriving promptly at 11 PM. I was quickly reminded just how straight Teksupport parties are. Thankfully, however, Honey Dijon was in the building to save us all. For two hours, Mother played her best heavy-hitting house for the thousands of attendees on the top floor of The Glasshouse. Dijon’s talent combined with Teksupport’s otherworldly skill in lighting and sound made for the ultimate New York night to remember. Needless to say, it was the best homecoming a girl could ask for... Honey Dijon said so herself!February 15: Paul's Dolls' One-Year See on Instagram After 52 weeks straight of throwing a party meant for the girls, gays and theys, the night had finally come to celebrate a whole goddamn year of my weekly party: Paul’s Dolls. I remember when I first spoke to you, my fabulous readers, about Paul’s Dolls last spring. At that point, I had only the slightest idea of what this party could become. Wednesday after Wednesday I joined forces with the most notable New York kids to help bring this night to life... and girl did it work! At Paul Sevigny’s nightclub Paul’s Casablanca in the heart of Hudson Square, everyone who’s anyone got together to celebrate my baby turning one. I think what this city loves so much about Dolls is it isn’t too stuffy or uptight. To so many, this night could only be described as a Weekly Downtown House Party. When a Drag Race girl is in town? They go to Paul’s Dolls. When Fashion House is in town? (Mugler, I’m looking at you!) They go to Paul’s Dolls. Bitch, even fucking Snooki goes to Paul’s Dolls! Somehow the vibe is so correct that you totally forget you’re at a bitchy nightlife menace’s ego-stroke! So with that, I’d like to end this month with something different: a thank-you. Every week you’ve managed to show up and show out at my very first solo weekly, and I’ve been moved. Seeing your glittering faces each week at Paul’s Dolls and experiencing such a magical night with you all so often is a total honor. When it comes to Paul’s Dolls I know one thing’s for certain... you definitely didn’t miss it! Photography and styling: Airik Prince Art direction: Chris Correa Dress and gloves: Christian CowanShoes: Pissy PussyScarf: Adrienne LanduaGlasses: Smiley GoodsJewelry: Heart of Bone https://www.papermag.com/linux-what-you-missed-nyfw-2659607821.html

[fatale-distraction]

Happy Friday! For DADWC: "running their love interest a bath after a long work day" for Solavellan?

Dances up with some more Y2K AU for @dadrunkwriting

M rating for nudity and implied sexy times! Enjoy~

***

Solas stood in the doorway of his bathroom, half-out of his jacket, jaw dropped open in surprise.

When he'd come home after a packed day of faculty meetings, lesson planning, and a long and heated argument with Mythal, he had no reason at all to expect he'd find anything but a dark, empty house. It had been enough of a surprise to open his front door to find Ellana frozen guiltily in place like a deer caught in the headlights, cradling a few bottles of wine in her arms like infants. The sight that met his eyes as he crossed the living room, into his bedroom with the adjoined master bath, half-heartedly scolding her the entire way, left him speechless for a long moment.

The soft, gentle strains of Ella Fitzgerald floated through the air as the record spun and crackled faintly from the small player he kept next to his bedroom window. Wavering light danced across the tiled floor of the bathroom from what might have been a hundred flickering candles arranged on every level surface. Sitting atop an ottoman she must have dragged in from his living room was a tray with two glasses and a plate of cheese, fruit, and deli meat. Most interesting was the antique, claw-foot bathtub he'd spent a pretty penny to have properly restored and fixed with modern plumbing. Hot water steamed the air, the surface shimmering with oil and soap bubbles, the air scented with patchouli and lavender.

"Ellana..." he breathed, jacket falling forgotten to the floor.

Hovering behind him, eager and hopeful, the trouble-maker herself hugged the wine bottles more tightly to her chest. "You said on the phone earlier that you were having a lousy day, so..."

"So you broke into my house and vandalized my bathroom?"

"Romantically!"

Solas chuckled, rubbing a hand down his face. His muscles ached, his head throbbed, and his pride was bruised from the confrontation with Mythal. He had hoped to come home to peace and quiet so he could attempt to forget the troubles of his day; alone, sparing anyone else the burden of his personal or professional drama. He'd been seeing Ellana in mostly-secret for only a short time, and he was certainly not ready to let her shoulder a bit of that burden, not ready to even discuss it with her yet.

"This is...thank you, vhenan," he said softly. The metallic sound of a corkscrew reached his ears, and he turned to see she was already wrestling one of the bottles open. She poured generously into the two wine glasses and handed one to him with a kind smile.

"Hop in," she nodded to the bath as she padded on stockinged feet toward the doorway. "I'll be back in just a second and rub your shoulders."

Solas took a long sip of wine as he watched her disappear into the dim bedroom before he undressed. They'd been intimate before, and it heated his cheeks to think of it, but only a few times. He lowered himself into the hot, fragrant water, suppressing a low groan as it engulfed in him warm comfort. The wine glass dangled from his fingers over the side of the tub and he leaned his head back against the cool porcelain, eyes closed as he listened to a lovely duet between Ella and Louis Armstrong.

Grey eyes blinked open again when the door creaked on its hinges. Ellana had returned, armed with a bottle of massage oil and...

Oh.

He cleared his throat. "Ellana?"

"Yes?" She smiled at him, this time with mischief dancing in her violet eyes. She'd traded her sweater, skirt, and nylons for a short, silky bathrobe that barely reached the top of her thighs. Her hair had been loosened from her usual braided bun and fell in lush curls over her shoulders, reaching all the way to her hips.

Fuck.

"That's...a very nice robe you have."

"Thanks," she replied brightly. "Would you like to see it on the floor?"

"Yes, I would like that very much," he breathed, fingers squeaking against the side of the tub as his muscles tightened.

Slowly, agonizingly so, she untied the robe. The whisper of silk was barely audible as it slid from her bare shoulders and fluttered to pool at her feet. She pushed the long curtain of red curls over her shoulder, and he watched the ends brush against the generous curve of her ass.

"Get in the tub," he whispered, low and dangerous. She gave him a smirk and took the hand he offered to help her as she slipped in, sinking down onto his lap with slow, deliberate intent, her arms wrapping around his neck, lips dropping to his.

[leoprosy]

i am soooo excited for fall!!

im gonna be a dork about it on here real quick!!

I usually associate fall with the beginning of school and thus kind of stress (and then, in my head, fall starts mid-August rather than late September). But, because Im not a student this year, I waited as patiently as possible until today to start getting really into fall celebrations and it feels really good and like? natural? correct? to not rush it!! Me and my brother put up the halloween decorations today and got new tea to have! I got cinnamon plum and I'm excited to try it tomorrow morning while I make a cinnamon streusel bread mix from the store!

and me and my friends are gonna watch some early y2k halloween movies, I'm gonna wear my new black dress and maybe do kinda spooky make up and its just really exciting to me to get to celebrate! i want to welcome fall with open arms in a big hug cause its always been my favorite season!!

I want to celebrate the changing of the seasons like this all the time! I set intentions with my candle that a friend already put some intention symbols into a long time ago and aaaaaaa

also doing more witchy kind of stuff (I made moon water, I've used my tarot cards, setting intentions and using that candle etc) feels good and fun and yeah :')

maybe i will share my autumn good times on here :o im trying to not overshare shit on social media anymore or like. do stuff for the sake of social media so i also maybe just won't! idk!! its nice to be filled with like fun falltime wonder and happiness again i feel like a little kid

[the-kidd-kell]

grace thompson

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

name: Grace Lynn Thompson

nickname(s): Gracie

age: 17

birthday: May 31st (Gemini)

hometown: honestly, all she knows is that she was born in Little Rock, Arkansas

dwelling: she lives in her mom's loft apartment in Jacktown, Michigan

height: 5'4"

weight: 115 lbs.

hair: dirty blonde, but always lightened - so crazy thick

eye color: aquamarine blue

defining marks: scar on knee from surgery

build: athletic - small, straight, rectangle body shape

parents: Crystal Thompson and Craig Meyer

siblings: older sister, Summer Thompson

pets: none

DO THEY HAVE

love interest: Andre Aguilar-Hernandez, whom she hopes to marry. Grace started crushing on Andre three years ago, in eighth grade. He was always causing

passions: advocating for/protecting victims of sexual/domestic violence, justice, equal rights, pro-choice, witch craft, astrology

loyalties: Andre/friends - sports teams - her boundaries - healing

BEHAVIOR

habits: biting her nails, lying to appease people, getting overwhelmed, becoming burnt out, running a little bit late, accidentally flirting,

preferences in:

• Clothing: Refuses to fit into any one fashion category, loves to experiment with all kinds of colors, patterns, vibes, etc. Prefers to wear bright, vibrant colors. Loves 70s inspired fashion friends and y2k trends as well. Almost a little preppy, but always a little more out there than anyone else around her.

• Transportation: Has a light blue, convertible, Volkswagen Beetle.

• Vacation: Somewhere tropical usually, but also likes to visit the Upper Peninsula with Monica.

• Family Life: Would prefer it if it felt like her mother cared about her, maybe even spend some time with her or ask about what's going on in her. Wishes Summer never moved away. Terrified of Craig

• Music: Rap, Trap music, Alt. pop, R&B,

• Movies: scary movies, rom coms, independent films

• Books, Magazines, News: rarely reads a magazine, but will buy one if she needs something to use as a rolling tray. Really only reads textbooks or trending news reports.

• Sports: LOVES volleyball and is really, really fucking good at it. Runs in track in the spring to stay in shape, but probably will never work out again once she's done with sports

• Friends: Loves to chat and be friendly with everyone, but holds few people very near and dear. Is afraid of creating too deep attachments with friends just to have the bond fall apart when she has to leave (but, sometimes she can't help but fall hopelessly infatuated with some friends she meets). The people she considers near and dear are people she would see herself keeping in contact with if she ever did need to move suddenly again.

• Hobbies: smoking weed, partying, listening to music, volleyball practice, study dates, going out for lunch/brunch/dinner, track practice, off-season practices, going to volleyball games, going to sports games at school, hanging out with friends, hanging out with her boyfriend,

phobias: being abandoned, being vulnerable, being taken advantage of, being betrayed

likes: volleyball, weed, Andre, going out to eat, witchy shit, stones/crystals, zodiac/astrology, candles, lemon water, tarot cards, learning about chakras, having fun, making people smile, paranormal/spooky stuff, recycling, sustainability, eating clean, hanging out with friends, partying, smoking, drinking, dates with Andre, dogs, casting spells, practicing witch craft

dislikes: forgiving people, men, injustice, mean people, being told what to do, overly-promiscuous women, losing, being out of control, thinking about her childhood/Dad, victim blaming,

positive traits: spiritual, intuitive, sweet, kind, cheerful, upbeat, uplifting, eclectic, unique, soulful, active, energetic, adaptable, very ambitious, confident, bold, loud, dauntless, fun-loving, silly, witty, extroverted, sociable, self disciplined, independent, magnetic, loyal, nurturing, protective, a good friend, resilient, committed, determined, eco-conscious, usually reliable,

negative traits: holds grudges, two-faced, judgmental, sharp-tonged, petty, vengeful, has double standards, can be judgmental and unforgiving, sensitive, easily disappointed, hard on herself, unapologetic, thrill-seeking, spoiled, misguided, inconsistent, rebellious, sneaky, paranoid,

ATTITUDE ABOUT

marriage: cannot wait to marry Andre, would do it today if she could

children: can't picture herself having one right now, assumes her world/life will end as soon as she has a child

pets and animals: doesn't want to take care of anything except for herself right now, can't be bothered with any animal right now.

SOCIAL

marital status: single, but definitely with her soulmate

level of education: junior at jacktown high school

occupation: volleyball libero, hostess at a fancy restaurant

languages: just english, but also is learning spanish this year

secrets: was sexually and physically abused by her dad, hates her mom, has bad ptsd, finds the weight of the world to be super heavy often so she has to rely on her friends a lot

relationships with:

O family:

- Grannie: Grace loved and adored her Grannie with her entire heart as a child and a young teen. Grannie was the glue that held Grace's family together. So, when Grannie met her untimely passing, Grace felt super defeated. Grace says she felt the family die with Grannie. To this day, Grace still speaks to her Grannie in heaven and cries with grief periodically.

- Crystal (Mom): Grace's resentment for her mother began as a child over things that Crystal really had no control over. Now, in her late teens, Grace might even say she hates her mother. At this point in life, Grace wants to make her mom's life harder like she did to her. Grace has always felt abandoned by her mom, especially after Grannie died.

- Summer: Grace and Summer used to be really close. However, when Summer graduated high school she moved across the entire country to go to school in California. Now, Grace misses Summer everyday. Summer has always been one of her favorite people in the world since they have gone through everything together. Grace wishes she could talk to Summer more often than she does, but both girls are busy don't always have the time to sit down and talk on the phone for a while.

- Craig: Grace feels nauseous anytime she sees anything that reminds her of him. She tries her very best to block out and forget all of the abuse and torture he intentionally put her through as a child. In fact, Grace acts as if she never even knew her father these days - if anyone asks, she just says she never got to meet him to spare herself from having to expose her trauma.

O ex-partners: she's never had anything serious with anyone before Andre; just a few boys she would flirt with while she was bouncing from her mom's custody to her grandma's.

O friends:

- Monica Walker: Mo is Grace's best friend. Somehow, Grace has become co-dependent to Mo and pretty much has to see her or talk to her everyday. Grace has never in her lifetime experienced a friendship like Monica's. Despite actively trying not to make friends when she first arrived at Jacktown High, Monica was determined to make Grace her friend. The two girls share a deep bond that Grace will be forever grateful for.

- The popular girls: Grace has somewhat loose friendships with almost all of the girls in the popular clique at school. They all adore Grace for some reason, though they rarely hang out with Grace one on one. Grace does enjoy their friendships at surface level, but is wiser than to blindly become close to them just because they are popular. However, Grace has managed to become close(ish) friends with two or three girls from the group.

○ Elise Crawford: Elise, although not technically in the clique, is like Grace is often at functions held by the group. That's actually how Grace met Ellie and her best friend, Payton. These girls don't often hang out unless it's at school or a party. However, they all talk everyday at school and typically eat together at lunch.

○ Macy Dudley: Macy is a fellow baby-witch like Grace and the two have bonded over that. When the rest of the clique is talking about something Macy and Grace don't care about, you can find them having their own side conversation about tarot readings, spells, and other topics surrounded practicing witch craft.

O enemies: can be VERY vengeful, petty, mean when you have wronged her. Can be sharp-tonged, snappy, savage, etc. Doesn't have many enemies but everyone will know when she does.

[creatingquirks]

omg hi!! i was wondering if i could get a quirk matchup? this is a really cool idea btw! here are my answers to some of your questions (and some extras because i’m... well, extra).

my astrology: cancer sun. virgo moon. libra rising. cancer mercury. cancer venus. pisces mars.

hobbies: watching tv. listening to music. hanging with friends. practicing makeup. online window shopping. making people laugh.

pet peeves: weirdly, i don’t think i have any specific pet peeves? i tend to get annoyed by everything. if i had to point out specific things that bothered me... maybe when people don’t listen to me or take in what i’m saying? i hate feeling ignored by people.

one thing i’m good at: making people laugh or expressing myself.

one thing i’m bad at: timing. i say things at the wrong time, always late or early, can’t tell time, whatever it may be. also terrible at math.

i’m an ambivert! i crave socializing, but i also love being cooped up at home.

it’s up to you if you would like to give me a quirk good in combat, i don’t really care! :)

mbti: isfp

enneagram: 4w5

enneagram tritype: 469

enneagram subtype: sx/so

character alignment: chaotic neutral

four temperaments: melancholic-sanguine

hogwarts house: slytherin

some significant personality traits: i’m very goofy, and never takes things seriously. extremely socially awkward. very open-minded and non-judgemental. i would say i’m friendly. hot-headed though, very short temper. can be co-dependent. shy. aggressive. flirty. overdramatic. very self-critical. i’m an ambivert. i can be obnoxious. appears very angsty. not very intelligent or bright, lacking common sense, book smarts & street smarts. can be impulsive. adventurous. clumsy. lazy.

some things i like: roller skating. photography. writing. car rides. smelling candles. rain. the beach. making new friends. aesthetic. practicing makeup. online window shopping. daydreaming. junk food. clowns. 80’s/90’s/y2k. emo rap. pop punk. classic rock. 80’s pop. hyperpop. adventures. clothes. making people laugh. astrology. personality typing. watching tv. tarot cards. horror movies. comedy movies. gothic stuff.

some things i don’t like, fear, hate: rude people. cruel people. any form of discrimination. country music. liars. spiders. bugs. ceiling fans. crowds. rejection. criticism. hacking. abandonment.

habits: biting nails. chewing inside of mouth. overeating. picking at eyebrows and eyelashes. scratching when nervous. playing with my hair. rocking back and forth. hard/excessive blinking. repeating phrases for fun.

dream job: psychologist. psych nurse. sober coach. mortician.

positive qualities: i’m a good listener. i’m able to make people laugh. i’m very honest.

negative qualities: i’m very temperamental. can be self-destructive. lacking intelligence.

talents: i’m good at listening, being expressive within my appearance, writing?

traits/qualities i admire in others: loyalty. honesty. adventurous. humorous. non-judgemental. friendly.

traits/qualities i avoid in others: rude. mean. cruel. judgmental and overly critical.

goals/aspirations: to gain confidence, be more spiritual, attend college, get a job, live on my own, overcome my personal and inner struggles, be more social.

love language: quality time or words of affirmation. i like to spend time with people i care about and i like when they reassure me that they care.

favorite color: black. blue. hot pink. neon green. dark green. purple.

favorite musicians: lil peep. eminem. nirvana. hole. type o negative. pierce the veil. falling in reverse. mother mother. mötley crüe. slipknot.

emoji’s to describe my aesthetic: 🤡💋💅🏻🦇🥀🪐🧃⚰️🚬⛓🔮🧸🛍💞🖤💒🏩📺🕯💎💉🩹🧺💌🎪🍓🍒🍷

fun facts: i have a dry sense of humor, like jokes that aren’t funny but the way i say it makes it funny. i dye my hair a lot it’s starting to thin. i live in sweatpants. i will like a song and listen to it for a week straight. i thought the first us president was george clooney. i can’t tell the difference between a nickel and a quarter. i once thought dinosaurs never existed. ran into a clothesline. fell into a river that went up to my neck because i thought it would only be ankle deep. i tried to explain a theory that technically if we emerge ourselves in the ocean, we physically become a part of the earth.

my appearance: i’m about 5’5. i’m chubby. i have split dyed, half black and half blue hair. shoulder length hair. i have brown eyes. i wear glasses. i have moles scattered in random places ( a lot taking place on my right cheek ). pale in the winter, olive skin tone in summer? rarely wears makeup but it’s dramatic when i do. rarely dresses up but it’s dramatic when i do. round face. usually wears sweatpants, pajama pants, tank tops, baggy ripped dirty shirts, slippers. hair is usually matted in a bun or down.

i hope all of this was useful! again, sorry for being very... extra 😅

Hi, hope you like this!

I give you..........

Valefor

Quirk type: emmiter

Quirk summary: you The ability to stop molecules and restrict a substances movement. This also gives ability to generate ice, which is done by stopping the movement of water in the air. Using it on a person separates there mind form there physical senses because of the time gap inbetween them. And it also gives the ability to slow down many different types of attacks.

Drawbacks: the objects you inflict will eventually speed up again. And you can’t reverse the effects of your quirk, only time can.

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

BBW Chubbies Assorted Home Fragrance Chubbie Candles in:

-Spiced Potpourri, Country Caramel

-Blissful Blackberry, Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin

Fall 1999 or 2000

Found on ebay, user hollynr89 

[dr-archeville]

Can you name the famous book?

The Geezer And The Caribbean 

An Elm Develops From A Sapling Where The Dodgers Once Played 

Brilliant Red Communication No One Writes Anymore 

While I Was In The Bed Croaking 

The Muscadines Belonging To Anger 

Armed Conflict And The Kind of Train Cat Stevens Used To Ride 

Out Of Here In The Current Of Air 

The Purple Rain Singer Associated with the Rising & Falling Of The Ocean 

Tremendous Anticipations 

What Comes Before A Fall & Preconceived Judgement Towards A Group 

Mitt-Wearing Home Plate Squatter Enclosed By Reuben Sandwich Bread 

Murder A Derisive, Taunting, Feather-Covered Creature 

An Au Revoir For Everything Inside The Shirt Sleeves 

Y2K Minus Number Of Candles on Molly Ringwald's Cake 

Felonies And Misdemeanors Coupled With Spankings 

That Audio And That Rage 

Toward What Person Or Persons A Recess-is-Over Sound Is Directed 

One Who Domineers Over Things Stuck To The Swatter 

Scoliosis Sufferer At The Fighting Irish School 

Courageous Globe With The Tag Still On It 

Pirate Loot / Counter In The Center Of A Kitchen 

Story Of A Duo Of Municipalities 

About Little White Rodents And Grown Boys 

Ruby-Colored Nametag Indicating Bravery 

The Star In Our Solar System Comes Up, Too

Copyright 2016 by Laurie Parker

www.laurieparkerwriter.com

[wendyglitters]

Obsessed:

Fall

candles

skincare

NJ y2k

reading

heavy Metal

becoming independent again

self-care

my business

collagen

[aion-rsa]

Woodstock 99: Peace, Love, and Rage Review: Behind the Scenes of a Musical Disaster

https://ift.tt/eA8V8J

That ain’t teenage spirit you’re smelling. HBO’s Music Box documentary Woodstock 99: Peace, Love, and Rage reeks of righteous condemnation, judicial indiscretion, and conspiratorial obfuscation. But it’s okay. This is a disaster film masquerading as a documentary, and the found footage makes it all pay off. Director Garrett Price personally opens the film in the voiceover, explaining how the 1999 celebration itself was written to be a comedy, but “played out much more like a horror film.”

Music festivals have come to represent generations. The original Woodstock: an Aquarian Exposition: 3 Days of Peace & Music concert in the summer of 1969 brought half a million people together with the artists who spoke for and to them in a communal love bond. The organizers lost money, the capacity was underestimated, but the audience came together to share what they had to make the weekend legendary. In December that year, the Rolling Stones concert at Altamont was marred by the pool cues and knives of the security team, the Hells Angels. It was deemed the end of the ‘60s.

Woodstock ‘94 happened at the height of the Grunge Revolution, when Kurt Cobain wore a dress but didn’t shave his stubble, and Riot Grrrls blasted personal dissent with the passion of the punk elite and no one cared if they shaved their legs. The organizers lost money, but the fans and the bands were one unit who achieved the common goal of joy. Woodstock ‘99 happened five years later and enjoyed the accessibility of the mainstream’s greatest unifier: MTV. The organizers made money and 200,000 people attended, but the audience got such a raw deal, even the musicians who played got scared. It is remembered as “the day the ’90s died.”

Opening on the 22nd anniversary of the festival, the documentary deems Woodstock ’99 a disaster. They even call in a guy from FEMA, who says it was worse than Hurricane Katrina and the great flood. Told chronologically, Price, who previously directed Love, Antosha, the 2019 tribute to Anton Yelchin, begins with the excitement of a three-day festival.  Held on a former military installation in Rome, New York, the Griffiss Air Base was set up to keep the grounds free of ticketless celebrants.

The security team is exposed as a bunch of amateurs specially trained on which boxes to check in a multiple-choice test, and how to find someone’s personal stash of bottled water in a backpack. “There’s a festival grounds in Germany that was literally built by Hitler,” The Offspring’s guitarist Noodles says in an interview. “It’s a great venue, a lot of fun. The air base was less hospitable than the venue built by Nazis.”

There were nonstop performances held a mile apart from each other on the grounds. One highlighted its mosh pits, the other the dance floor. The biggest electronic artist in the Rave Tent proves his genre’s atmosphere opens doorways to perception. “There is a sixth sense that you develop when you spend your life going to venues,” Moby says in an interview. “We got off the bus and I was like, ‘Something is not right.'”

The film is very generous with behind-the-scenes footage. We are treated to aerial shots of cramped campsites, long ATM lines, leaky Port-O-Potties oozing something that only looked like mud, and $4 water bottles, which sold as much as beer in temperatures over 100 degrees. We are told in advance three people died, 44 were arrested. There were 10 reported sexual assaults.

The lineup for the concert was a mix of hard rock bands, pop stars, and hip-hop acts like The Roots, and ICP. Rapper DMX’s epithetic call and response performance gets special notice. “The Black performer is essentially licensing the people in the crowd to say this word with him,” New York Times’ Wesley Morris says in an interview. “If you got each one of these guys after the show, and pulled them aside and said, ‘is it OK to say the N-word under any circumstances?’ They would, to a person, say, ‘I mean, the right answer is no, right?’”

For returning music aficionados with remnants of the first gathering still in their memories, organizers booked jam bands and a few older acts like Elvis Costello, Willie Nelson, and The Who’s John Entwistle. “The ’99 Woodstock seemed like it was trying to relive a nostalgic moment, along with commercialism and capitalism, but not having a real soulful purpose for the show,” singer-songwriter Jewel says in an interview.

As the documentary points out, a lot of the younger attendees had no idea what Wyclef Jean was referencing in his solo guitar performance of “The Star-Spangled Banner.” They ask one kid, who can’t remember who did it first even though he’s standing directly under a huge stencil of Jimi Hendrix’s name. When Bush’s Gavin Rossdale begins Country Joe & the Fish’s “Gimme an F,” the chanters only seek Amy.  

Music is supposed to have charms which soothe the savage breast. Many people think the final word of the phrase is “beast,” and the documentary further blurs the line. The early ‘90s music artists were anti-misogynist, anti-racist, anti-homophobic and radically informed. Happening at the end of the Clinton era, when MTV pitted boy bands and pop girls against nü-metal rockers, a fur-coated Kid Rock could call Monica Lewinsky a ho and pass it off as a political statement.

Toxic masculinity’s dirty sister framed Britney Spears as a “Girls Gone Wild” extra, and magazines like Maxim and FHM encouraged the idea young men could shout “show your tits” to Rosie Perez without getting bitch-slapped, the documentary posits. Only three women were invited to perform at the weekend-long, two-stage festival: Jewel, Alanis Morrissette, and Sheryl Crow. “I’m baffled how it went from the progressive, enlightened values of Kurt Cobain and Michael Stipe to misogyny and homophobia and the rape-frat boy culture that was at Woodstock ‘99,” Moby ponders in the film.

Of course, none of wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t all pre-staged. This is where Price dips into the era’s obsession with paranoia. It was the end of the millennium, the Columbine shootings had happened, and the Y2K bug was coming. It was finally time to party like it’s 1999. “Really, the biggest problem was that MTV set the tone,” organizer John Scher says in an interview.

But he downplays it, like he might have been warned by Cigarette Smoking Man from The X-Files. “There’s no question that a few incidents took place. But if you go back in the records of the police and state police and stuff, we’re not talking about 100. Or even 50. We’re talking about 10. I am critical of the hundreds of women that were walking around with no clothes on, and expecting not to be touched. They shouldn’t have been touched, and I condemn it. But you know, I think that women that were running around naked, you know, are at least partially to blame for that.”

Partial blame is all the rage in Woodstock 99: Peace, Love, and Rage. The documentary points out how history paints the original Woodstock like it really was a return to the garden, with peace and love and former flower children having babies to Santana’s “Soul Sacrifice.” But music journalist Steven Hyden reminds us about a group of disgruntled shoppers called “’The Up Against the Wall Motherfuckers,” who didn’t like food prices and burned dozens of stands down.

After Woodstock ’99 grounds started smoking when the candles handed out for a vigil for Columbine victims became torches to burn the place down, the documentary says Rome Mayor Joseph Griffo asked Anthony Kiedis to douse the crowd’s misplaced enthusiasm. The Red Hot Chili Peppers launched into a scorching rendition of Jimi Hendrix’s “Fire.” History blames bands like Limp Bizkit, Korn, and Rage Against the Machine for the destruction. But really, the artistic decision of that song to those circumstances is a no-brainer. “Smoke on the Water” would have been too easy. “Disco Inferno” would have been too obvious.

The documentary talks with the event’s organizers, as well as performers like Korn’s Jonathan Davis, The Offspring, Scott Stapp of Creed, The Roots’ Black Thought. Wesley Morris and Spin‘s Maureen Callahan put things into perspective. The only person the documentary doesn’t talk with is Fred Durst, the frontman for Limp Bizkit, who became the poster boy for the event’s bad behavior. Oh, they talk about him, though. They talk about him like he’s not there, and because he’s not there they must think he won’t see it. At the height of Limp Bizkit’s set, the singer encouraged the crowd to “Break Stuff.” But let’s be fair, it is the name of their song, and Durst is the guy who told the crowd to pick someone up if they fall, not to grope them.

This is what happens when the counterculture makes money. Everyone wants a piece. Woodstock 99: Love, Peace, and Rage is an even-handed dispenser of blame, and has slices for all. The first in a series of music-based documentaries from Bill Simmons’ Ringer Films, this immersive journey bodes well for upcoming tunes.

cnx.cmd.push(function() { cnx({ playerId: "106e33c0-3911-473c-b599-b1426db57530", }).render("0270c398a82f44f49c23c16122516796"); });

Woodstock 99: Peace, Love, and Rage is available to stream on HBO Max now.

The post Woodstock 99: Peace, Love, and Rage Review: Behind the Scenes of a Musical Disaster appeared first on Den of Geek.

from Den of Geek https://ift.tt/3y6dyyP

[jawhip5]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Albert Price Ceramic Dish Footed Cream Floral.

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Avon Spiced Pumpkin Bread Room and Linen Spray

2007

Found on Ebay, user sixboomba