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yehet-me-up · 5 years

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Frozen North ~ Night Two

Pairing: Chanyeol x reader

Genre: Horror/Suspense/SPOOP in general/light romance (because who else would I be?)

Word Count: 1,927

Rating: PG13 (nothing gruesome, but knowing me there will be swearing)

Summary: You run a late night radio show dedicated to telling scary stories and urban legends, the creepier the better. Listeners call in and share their own, creating a small but loyal community of folks like you who love this sort of thing. One night, a man calls in with what sounds like an all-too-real story and before you know it, you’ll do anything to make sure he’s safe.

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Your dreams that night are full of howling wind, women with long white hair and red eyes, chasing you off a tree-lined path and onto a dark and haunting expanse of ice. You claw at the sheets, unable to pull yourself from the dream.

The sound of ice cracking, deep and earth shattering, snaps you from sleep and you gasp in the freezing air.

When you realize you’re safe in your bed you huff out a laugh and slump back into the pillows. The readout on your phone tells you it’s not even six in the morning, but you can’t fall back asleep.

You want to call the number again. Logically you know it was a one-off. A prank or someone trying to be entertaining.

But something in your gut tells you that Chanyeol is in serious distress and you want to yell in frustration. What more can you do?

To stave off your unease you take a quick shower and review your essay for today’s class on the widespread cultural and psychological effects of contemporary mythology.

The professor is a genius. Getting Dr. Paul Langford as your thesis advisor was a coup. Every class he’s taught during your combined MA and PhD in Mythology has been riveting, and this quarter’s is no exception.

When you’ve killed enough time you bundle up in your parka and thick boots. Before slipping your phone in your pocket you stare at it, willing Chanyeol to call again. To tell you it was a joke and that he’s fine.

You shake your head. ‘Ridiculous,’ you say to yourself. Why on earth would you care so strongly about someone you’ve never met?

The gnawing in your gut begs you to dig further, but you smother it. Shoving your phone in your pocket, you march out the door and begin the walk to class.

‘Today we’ll be talking about panic,’ Professor Langford says from the front of the class. ‘And, just to be wild, let’s start with my favorite widespread mass psychological panic - Koro.’

He clicks the button and a photo appears on screen, black and white and grainy, showing a cluster of men lying in hospital beds. Abjua, Nigeria 1981 reads the caption.

‘Koro is a delusional disorder in which someone believes their sex organs are disappearing, retracting, or have otherwise been stolen or taken. It has infected mass communities across Africa, Asia, and Europe at various points over the centuries.’

He clicks and a slide showing an illustration of men and women burning a witch appears. ‘An outbreak of this contagious belief struck Europe in the fifteenth century. Over a dozen women were burned for reportedly stealing men’s penises.’

The class stifles laughs and muttered jokes.

‘Exactly,’ he says with amusement.

‘Obviously the incidents of women stealing men’s genitals in reality is very few. But what makes this belief that their genitals have been stolen so contagious? Why has it appeared at so many places at so many different times? That is what we’ll be discussing this week - the insidious and manipulative nature of myths and how they’ve been weaponized over history to eliminate certain groups.’

On your way out of class the professor calls out to you. ‘Great show last night, Roxy,’ he says with a wink at your stage name.

‘Really?’ you say, surprised. ‘I had no idea you listened to it.’

He straightens his tweed jacket. Though he’s older than you there’s a youth in his eyes and his manner. ‘I might be a teacher, but I promise I’m still hip with the underground scene.’

His lips twitch and you both laugh. ‘It was a pretty wild show. What did you make of that Alaska story someone called in with?’ he asks.

You chew on the inside of your cheek. ‘I don’t know if it was a story. It felt - it sounded - I don’t know. Like he was really in danger.’

He leans against the desk and folds his arms, considering you. ‘Really? What makes you so sure?’ There’s an intensity in his eyes you can’t understand.

To someone as intellectual and established as him it feels like unsteady ground to admit that you believe in something that might not be real. ‘I’m not sure it’s anything tangible. Just something in my gut.’

He nods, watching you closely. ‘Well, keep following it. If you find something it might be an interesting twist to your Phd.’

‘Yeah, we’ll see.’ You feel your phone in your pocket and suddenly a chill runs down your spine.

You can’t explain it, but you need to be anywhere but in this room. ‘I should get going, I want to get in some library time before work. Thanks for a great class today.’

‘Thank you for your contributions, as always,’ he says with a wave. The odd sharpness has left his eyes and you breathe easier on your way out.

When you walk into the station later you’re surprised to still see Jennifer, the station manager, at her desk. She’s on the phone and waves to get your attention when you walk by.

‘Yep. Got it. Thanks,’ she says and hangs up the phone. ‘Hey lady, come on in, have a seat.’

Over the years you’ve sat in this office a handful of times. Once when you interviewed for the open spot. Once to review the format and logistics for your show. Ever few months since to check in about advertising plans, listener numbers, and other such things. She’s never been so animated before.

‘Great show last night!’ she says.

Your mouth drops. ‘Wait, you listened to The Long Night? I thought you hated this kind of ‘spooky stuff’?’ you ask, using your hands to make quotes in the air.

‘I normally do. I listened when I got in. Larry let me know that the streaming numbers for your show were through the roof this morning and I wanted to see what the fuss was about.’

‘Really? What kind of numbers are we talking about?’ You lean forward in your seat.

She turns the computer screen so you can see that chart on it. The blue line is steady and then at the point showing the last 24 hours the line curves upward sharply. ‘Triple. And growing by the hour.’

You gasp. ‘Why?’

She snorts. ‘That Alaska thing. It was compelling stuff. Your show is always good, Rox. But last night, I don’t know, it was chilling. People are interested. The blog for The Stranger even highlighted it. I think that’s what brought in a lot of the traffic.’

You sit back in your chair and toy with the phone in your pocket, torn. Everyone seems to think it’s just a stunt. Why does that feel so wrong?

‘Anyways, just wanted to say, keep up the good work,’ Jennifer says with a wink.

‘Thanks,’ you say absently, standing.

In the hallway you watch the street through the blinds. Night has already fallen, blanketing the Seattle neighborhood with darkness. You lean against the wall and pull out your phone, unlocking it and pulling up the call list again.

Chanyeol’s picture stares up at you. With your thumb hovering over the call button you debate with yourself. What if he’s just some guy? What if you call and he says you’re nuts for ringing him back?

After a minute, he makes that decision for you. Your phone buzzes and his face enlarges, filling the screen.

CHANYEOL WOULD LIKE TO FACETIME reads the screen.

You’re so surprised you almost drop the phone. Quickly, you press accept.

This time, there’s only darkness. Silence. No howling wind or blowing snow. After a beat, you hear breathing.

‘Hello?’ you call into the phone. ‘Can you hear me… Chanyeol?’

Bumping and scuffling are heard and finally you can hear breathing. ‘Hello? Who’s this?’ comes his voice.

You sag in relief. ‘It’s… Roxy, from the radio show? You called last night? About the… white woman?’

Silence greets you and you wonder if you’ve lost him. But the call lingers on the screen.

‘What… what day is it?’ he asks quietly.

You frown at the screen. ‘It’s Wednesday the twenty second. Why?’

He groans into the phone. ‘I can’t- I think I’m losing time here.’

You want to push to understand. ‘Is your name really Chanyeol?’

‘Yes, of course it is,’ he says and grunts, you hear something scraping as he moves. ‘Fuck, I - what happened to me?’

‘I don’t know. You called the station last night. You sounded like you were in danger.’ You hold the phone closer, trying to make out anything in the blackness.

‘I think I might be,’ he says. His voice sounds thin, haunted. The calls cuts in and out.

‘I can send help,’ you rush to say into the phone before you lose him. ‘You’re in Nome, right?’

‘Nome? Like in Alaska? Why-’ he says, confused, before the call drops.

Frantically, you hit the call button. The line rings and rings and you growl with frustration. No matter how many times you try you can’t get through and you run a hand through your hair and groan.

‘Hey, Rox. You ready?’

You turn to see Daniel leaning out of the booth, tapping his watch. The time on your phone says 7:55 and you jolt.

‘Shit. Sorry. I’m coming.’

He ushers you into the booth and you hurry to take your coat off and pull out your notebook.

The show itself goes fine, even though the entire time you’re anxiously waiting for the show to be over so you can try to call him back.

A writer who goes by Lisa the Forsaken calls in with a Slenderman-inspired story that gets a lot of good traction. Your bit on the connection between spiders and trickster myths is followed by a nice discussion.

Just before midnight, when you’re yawning and tapping your foot, preparing to wrap things up, a number pops up on the screen that makes your heart stop.

1-907-613-2458 - UNLISTED NUMBER - NOME

You hit answer, cutting off the ad that’s playing.

‘Hello? Chanyeol?’ you ask frantically. ‘Are you alright?’

Behind the glass Daniel raises his brows at you. You wave at him and mouth ‘later.’

A whining sound is heard faintly through the line and you press your headphones closer to hear it. ‘Hello? Is... someone there?’

You smile with relief. ‘Yes, hi. It’s me. Are you okay? Do you remember talking to me earlier?’

At this Daniel gives you a surprised look.

‘No, not really I -’ the sound cuts out on a deep sigh. ‘I’m not sure where I am. I’m - oh god,’ he says, his voice going low and making your heart speed up.

‘What is it? What’s wrong?’

‘She’s back,’ he moans, closer to the phone. ‘Please. Please no. Help me-’

The line cuts out and a tone comes through. You and Daniel stare at each other. He looks just as shaken as you feel.

Reluctantly you hit the disconnect button and wonder what to do. The time reads 12:01 and you jump back on the line, swallowing to clear your throat of the fear that had taken root.

‘I’m Roxy and this has been The Long Night. See you guys tomorrow… stay safe.’

Daniel hits play on the pre-set content and hits the button to speak into the booth. ‘Roxy, what the hell was that? What’s going on?’

‘I don’t know,’ you say as much to yourself as to him, staring at the number still on the screen. ‘But we have to do something.’

Tagging @itskindofafairything and @yeoldontknow <3

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comebackassholes · 5 years

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#6 for Larry if you get inspired?! xox

6. things you said under the stars and in the grass

Code red. Meet me at our spot in ten minutes.

Harry stares at his phone with wrinkled brows. When he and Louis use code red, they’re supposed to drop whatever they’re doing, no questions asked, and just go to wherever the other is. Harry isn’t doing anything important, just watching Friends reruns while he catches up on his Biology notes, but he’s got all weekend to do that. He grabs his shoes and hoodie before making his way out.

Harry and Louis’ spot is a place on campus behind the library by the woods. It’s the best spot to see the stars. They meet there all the time, whether it is for Louis to complain about his boyfriend Kyle, or to just be with each other when one of them is having a bad day.

It’s been a while since they’ve been at their spot, actually. Kyle has been taking up most of Louis’ time aside from school, not that Harry’s complaining. He isn’t. It’s just that he really misses his best friend, and he’ll admit that even though Louis called a code red, he’s relieved to be getting some time with his best friend. And maybe Harry’s jealous of Kyle, like insanely jealous. Harry would never stand in the way of Louis’ happiness, but he won’t deny that it hurts to see him with someone else. But it’s okay, as long as they continue being the best of friends they’ve always been since they were kids.

Harry zips up his hoodie as soon as he steps out into the fall night. It’s close to midnight, but it isn’t unheard of for them to be out this late, plus code red means no questions asked. Harry stuffs his hands in his pockets and walks along the familiar path he’s been through many times since Freshman year. He hits the gravel path before arriving at the patch of grass where he finds Louis already there, lying down and staring up at the sky. He doesn’t move when Harry stands above him.

“Lou, are you okay?” Harry has to make sure Louis is in no kind of harm before he can get comfortable. Louis shifts his gaze from the sky toward Harry and nods.

“‘m fine.” He whispers.

Harry drops on the grass next to him, lying down and looking up at the stars. There isn’t a cloud in the sky, the stars twinkle brightly above them. Harry doesn’t prod, just waits. Louis always does things in his own time so there’s no point in rushing him to talk.

“Kyle and I broke up.” Louis finally speaks.

It takes everything in Harry not to react. He’d really love to jump for joy and cheer, but he doesn’t. Instead he turns his head to see Louis. He’s got his arms behind his head and a thin line formed on his lips.

“What happened?” Harry can’t help but ask.

Louis lets out a breath, as if he’s working himself up to say the words before turning to meet Harry’s gaze.

“He wasn’t you.”

Harry freezes. Louis whispered the words, but he heard them clear as day. With how quiet it is here by the woods, everything sounds about ten times louder.

“Wh-hat?” Harry’s high pitched voice catches him off guard, but it’s too late to do anything about it now. He just waits for Louis to respond.

Louis rolls onto his side, facing Harry, resting his head on his propped up arm.

“You heard me. He wasn’t you Haz. I…” Louis runs a hand through his messy fringe before continuing. “Being with Kyle made me realize that I want to be with you. I’m sorry for springing this on you but I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I had to let you know. And if it ruins our friendship I…”

Harry surges towards Louis and shuts him up with a kiss. It’s short, just a small peck on the lips, but as he pulls away to see Louis’ reaction he knows it gets the point across.

“I don’t want to be friends anymore,” Harry says. Louis’ face falls and he tries to pull away, but Harry doesn’t let him. “I want to be boyfriends.”

Louis’ head snaps up, his eyes wide and lips parted.

“Really?”

The fact that Louis even has to ask makes Harry giggle. “I’ve been wanting to be your boyfriend for as long as I can remember. I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.”

At that, Louis rolls on top of Harry and presses his lips against his. The kiss is sweet and soft and everything Harry could have imagined a kiss from Louis would be. He never wants to come up for air.

Louis pulls away, their lips making an obscene smacking sound. He stands, pulling Harry along with him.

“Let’s go. We have so many years to make up for.”

#phd-mama #ficlet

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chaos-and-recover · 6 years

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ALL OF THE ASKS 🖤

EVERY TIME.

Alright let’s do this.

1: Favorite band?

AFI and/or July Talk

2: Favorite song?

Of all time? I think I realized recently that it is in fact Falling Slowly. The fact that I have like 7 different versions in my music library was a solid clue that I fucking love it.

3: What’s a band/artist you loved as a child but can barely listen to now?

My brother and I loved Kris Kross when we were little. That’s some cheeseball rap right there. Also when I was 12 I was super into Prodigy. But then, Firestarter is still a good fucking song.

4: Did you ever see a band/artist live?

Yes? A lot? Many times?

5: Are you going to any gigs soon?

I was supposed to go to Chicago next weekend to see my boys the Plain White T’s but they cancelled the show and I’m bummed.

I’m seeing Jimmy Eat World on December 5th and I’m stoked about it.

I’m also seeing July Talk three nights in a row on the 20th, 21st and 22nd because I have no self control and I love them.

6: Ever been to a festival?

Yes, several. I used to love them and now I’m too old for that shit and there’s too many of them and the bands are spread too thin and no one festival has enough bands I like to justify it lol.

8: A song with a number in the title?

Green Day - 21 Guns

9: A song that gets you through shit?

AFI - Narrative of Soul Against Soul

10: A good song for long bus rides?

Anberlin - Autobahn

11: A song you’d have sex to?

Take That - Pretty Things (I mean it’s kinda weird but uh I’m into it)

12: A song to shut everything out?

36 Crazyfists - Slit Wrist Theory (like 90% sure this song almost got me sent to therapy given how many times my 17 year old self blasted it)

13: A song for when you’re lonely?

The entire “Cities” album by Anberlin is my security blanket. I’ll saw The Unwinding Cable Car though.

14: A song that’s become a joke between you and your friends?

Jack’s Mannequin - Dark Blue ( @sinceubeenjon knows why)

15: A song to jam out to at 4AM?

The Used - The Taste Of Ink. Because it literally references 4:00 in the morning lol

16: An album you could listen to for days on end?

I’m pretty sure I did listen to Decemberunderground by AFI for days on end in 2006. And like… constantly ever since.

17: A song that punches you in the gut every single time?

Anberlin - Atonement. Fuuuuuuuck me :)

18: A song for when you’re crazy angry?

I wanna saw Slit Wrist Theory again but I’m also trying not to repeat songs so uhhhh The Used - Box Full Of Sharp Objects. I have a lot of angst apparently.

19: If you had to pick one song to represent what you’re feeling right now, what would it be?

It’s not actually Christmas but it is a holiday in the US and I have a cold so “It’s Christmas And I’m Sick” by MxPx. Honestly, I have nothing else. I have no feelings right now lol.

20: A song that calms you down?

The Used - Bllue & Yellow

21: A song that makes you feel alive?

Anberlin - Dismantle.Repair

22: A band with an insane fandom?

Are Twenty One Pilots fans still bonkers? That’s one. Or a certain segment of 1D fandom. You know the one (the Larries. Jesus christ people.)

23: What are some lyrics you love to pieces?

There are so many. Here are some of my favourites:

“It’s not about the money we makeIt’s about the passions that we ache forWhat makes your heart beat fasterTell me now what does your body long after?”-Time & Confusion by Anberlin

“And as the days go onThe love, the lust, the buzz that wasReduced to dust, could be becauseIt never was something moreThan just a void filling feeling”-FL,GA by The Rocket Summer

“I saw you every time I closed my eyesIn the Hughes film I had scored, produced and starred in in my mindI could recite you, well I’d written every lineBut you strayed far from the flawless script on which I’d spent a lifetime”-Veronica Sawyer Smokes by AFI

“I tried, but it rang and rang, I called all nightFrom a payphone, remember those? From another lifeIf everything I meant to youYou can’t lick and seal then fold in twoThen I’ve been so blind.”-Dizzy by Jimmy Eat World

“Let it out, let me in, take a hold of my handThere’s nothing like another soul that’s been cut up the sameAnd did you wanna drive without a word in between?I can understand, you need a minute to breatheAnd to sew up the seams after all this defeat.”-Handwritten by The Gaslight Anthem

I’m gonna stop there.

24: Would you ever get any song lyrics tattooed? If so which ones?

I have some! I have “Just point to the light that casts out the dark” from White Fireworks by The Rocket Summer in Bryce Avary’s handwriting and I’m pretty damn pleased with it. I’d probably get more. He also wrote “Be reckless, be bright” for me from The Rescuing Type that I wanna get done.

25: What’s a band/artist you’d addict your children to from an early age?

Kids? Gross. I’m gonna try to get my niece into some good shit. When is an appropriate age to get her into AFI?

26: A vocalist you love?

I’m perfectly neutral and rational about Davey Havok, tbh, I’ve never been extra about him a day in my life.

I also love me some Adam Lambert and have very strong opinions about him fronting Queen (they are all variations of “he’s great at it fight me.)

27: Has a band/artist ever inspired you to do something?

Yes, usually dumb shit, like travel across a country/continent/ocean to see them.

28: A band/artist you love but no longer exists?

MOTHERFUCKING ANBERLIN.

29: What was your favorite band/artist when you were 12?

The Backstreet Boys, lol.

30: A band/artist you can’t stand?

Twenty One goddamn Pilots. Also ask me how I feel about Metric some time. (I FUCKIN HATE METRIC.)

31: What’s your favorite genre?

I honestly don’t have one. The music I like is all over the goddamn map.

32: Can you play any instruments?

I played percussion for 6 years in school and was self-taught on bass, though I haven’t pulled mine out in literal years. (One day I’m gonna get it out again and learn Pink Eyes by AFI. It’s gonna happen.)

33: Do you sing?

Hahahahahahhahahaa not so anyone can hear me.

34: If you could be a member of any band for one show, who would it be?

I would Jordan Pundik from New Found Glory because I still maintain that he only has to sing like half of every song and the crowd does the rest.

35: Do you have a favorite piece of merch?

My current favourite merch item in the world is my 36 Crazyfists hoodie. It’s so soft, so warm, so comfy. My Anberlin carabiner has served me very well over the years too.

36: What’s the first album you ever bought with your own money?

I always tell people it was the first BSB album but it was actually a Raptors promo CD released ahead of their first season in the NBA. BSB just sounds more like it’s a real thing that existed.

37: Do you prefer buying physical copies of albums or do you download them on the internet?

Physical. Digital versions just… I don’t connect with them as well? I don’t know, I don’t feel like I really own them if I can’t touch ‘em.

38: CDs or vinyls?

Vinyl. Also, not to be a pedant, but the plural of vinyl is vinyl.

39: Do you play your music out loud or with headphones?

Headphones. Used to be out loud all the time back in the days of desktop computers when I’d be alone in a room on the computer and could do that without annoying everyone lol.

40: A band/artist a friend showed you?

I guess I can blame Raven for how much I love Eric Church, does that count?

41: A song that gives you the chills?

Anberlin - The Unwinding Cable Car, but like, a very specific recording of it. This one, in fact, starting at 3:08 when Stephen is singing the bridge and the crowd comes in with “this is the correlation between salvation and love” part completely unprompted and it builds up until he’s holding “heart” and we’re holding “dark” and it’s fucking magical and you know what’s not captured on the audio recording? The look on Christian’s goddamn face when that happened. That was a hell of a show.

42: A song to play at your funeral?

I mean, you could go ahead and play that version of Cable Car linked in the last answer because it’s probably what killed me anyway, but if you wanna be more cliche just bust out Hear You Me by Jimmy Eat World.

43: A band/artist with amazing an instrumental but really bad lyrics?

I listened to BedLIGHT for BlueEYES for the first time in a few years the other day so um. Them. The lyrics have not held up super well but my GOD they’re catchy. (Although “But I guess I shouldn’t hat you you, in fact I oughtta thank you for helping me write this song / If this album tops the Billboard I think I’ll save the quarter to call you and let you know” from Too Late still fucking kills though.)

44: A love song?

Any love song? 200,000 by my sweet baby boy The Rocket Summer, it’s the cutest fucking song in the world.

45: A song you love to sing to yourself?

I don’t sing to myself, that’s embarrassing (it’s probably like, Raise Your Glass by Pink or something, though)

46: What do you listen to when you go for a run?

When I did run more often it was to movie soundtracks. 127 Hours had some really good running tunes. Also there’s a song on the Inception soundtrack that was perfect for a good sprint.

47: A song that represents a deserted city at night?

The Taste of Ink by The Used kinda gives me that feeling, I guess.

48: A wild song?

Wild? How about Wild by AFI, is that good enough lol.

49: An upbeat song with grim lyrics?

Motion City Soundtrack - Everything Is Alright.

50: What are some song titles you love?

Okay so I can’t really think of any but it took me until entirely too recently to realize that “Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off” and “But It’s Better If You Do” by Panic! At The Disco fucking… they go together. They’re supposed to be read together. Years that took me. That album was my second most-played in iTunes and I didn’t… figure that out. I’m dumb as hell.

51: If your life ended today, what song would you chose to represent it?

One song, to represent my entire life? Hell if I know. Probably like, Tonight by NKOTB though, let’s be honest.

52: Can you give me a 5 song playlist on ___?

ON WHAT I NEED A TOPIC.

53: Do you listen to instrumental music?

Sometimes, sure.

54: Weirdest band/artist you know of?

Foxy Shazam were weird as hell. We put their album on at work years ago because the sticker… I can’t remember what the sticker compared them to now but it was a mix of bands that made us say “that can’t POSSIBLY be right” and then it was? (one of them was Queen, I remember that). They were fucking weirdos and I miss them TERRIBLY.

55: A song about drugs?

You know who I haven’t mentioned in this yet? Lucky Boys Confusion. They have a lot of songs about drugs. 40/80 comes to mind. What a jam. What a band.

56: A heart-wrenching song?

This might seem like an odd choice but 11.24.11 by 36 Crazyfists. It goes hard as hell but then “don’t plan to live forever but I wanted her to,” and it’s about his mother, it just fucking wrecks me.

57: A band/artist you’re proud of?

July Talk. They deserve to be bigger but they’re doing so well and I’m so proud of them and if they were any bigger I would absolutely be insufferable about it.

58: A band/artist who’s music could bring you back from the dead?

If I had been dead for like five years but you told me Lucky Boys Confusion were going on tour I would be up and at every single show in a snap, I want to see them again SO BADLY.

59: A band/artist with a sick aesthetic?

Listen, I fucking love July Talk’s black/white, light/dark, sweet/rough contrasting aesthetic. It is everything. It is so well-executed. Talk to me about the first album and how well they played into it. I love them. I love everything they choose to be. I FUCKING LOVE JULY TALK.

60: A song that has a lot of meaning to you?

Plain White T’s - Radios In Heaven is a bit of a thing for me.

#nikkihorrorxx #ALL THE ASKS #who's gonna read this nikki #this is so long #long post

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