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titsoutfortntduo · 5 months
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your city 🏙 gave me 👆🎁 asthma 😷 and thats why 🤷‍♂️ im fucking leaving ❌🚶‍♂️
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haxanbroker · 3 months
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West Ham station. East London, December 2023.
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glowinggayduo · 8 months
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WILBUR IM OMW!!!
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wilbursoot-updates · 2 years
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jubilee line!
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ax-writes · 6 months
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masterlist
your city gave me asthma series (i'm not like her)-
jubilee line- talking about london and how he got asthma and the poor people who committed suicide on the line.
saline solution- he's struggled with intense health anxiety for a very long time: health anxiety meaning that he's constantly afraid that he's sick, dying or suffering from some other medical issue he isn't aware of. the lyrics detail his constant grappling with these ideas..
since i saw vienna- visiting austrian capital vienna, while simultaneously experiencing loneliness, companionship, and the urge to keep travelling.
losing face- getting broken up with his partner and being told to wait for them, only for his ex to immediately get a new partner.
your sister was right- this song is about the singer feeling dejected and insecure in himself because he's a bad lover. he treated the girl he loved incredibly poorly despite how he feels for her, and feels guilty because she ignored the warnings from ger sister that he would hurt her.
la jolla- about a man who doesn't feel good enough and has distant dreams if leaving to start fresh somewhere different.
i'm sorry boris- singer becomes torn between leaving the united kingdom when the uk government is struggling to do good for the uk and staying home because his loved ones are there and he doesn't want to leave them behind.
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ellie-the-frog · 5 months
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AS SOON AS I SAW THIS I WAS SHOCKED AF THEN STARTED WHISPER-SCREAMING THE LYRICS: 'THERE'S A REASON WHY LONDON PUTS BARRIERS ON THE TUBE LINE' FROM JUBILEE LINE BY WILBUR SOOT and then asked my alexa to play Jubilee line
(This is your sign to listen to Lovejoy/Wilbur Soot)
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10piecechickenmcnugget · 10 months
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY YCGMA‼️‼️
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i did jubilee line....again....because i felt like it...
bite me im bored
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supernovaa-remnant · 2 years
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No no you don’t understand you don’t understand. It’s about the proof that things get better. It is the living proof that things get better. You don’t understand. Wilbur wrote those songs back in 2019. when he was in a dark place mentally. He wrote those songs when he was struggling. when he was in a bad place with his mental health. No no because he recorded those songs. alone. at night. he recorded those songs crying. He was alone. singing those songs. with cracks in his voice. You don’t understand he just played those songs again. He played those songs with a smile on his face. with a crowd screaming the lyrics back to him. He played those songs at his first gig. with his band. with his best friends in the crowd. He wrote those songs alone. He just sang them again surrounded by love. You don’t understand—
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willtheweirdrat · 9 months
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Reblog if you struggle with loneliness, substance abuse, or a desperate need to escape London
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rwqv · 10 months
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3 years of ycgma
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toastyliltoasts · 3 months
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My favourite lyrics from each Wilbur Soot song from YCGMA;
(Im so bored pls help-)
"Shout at the wall, 'Cause the walls dont fucking love you" - Jubilee Line
"If I could just break one more night, Maybe I could wake up and feel alright" - Saline Solution
"Treating my memory of you like a fire, let it burn out, dont fight it and try to move on" - Since I Saw Vienna
"First and foremost, let it be said, my dear, I was gonna wait for you. So this is not an act of spite, Its a visceral coming-to" - Losing Face
"I've lost a piece of me in you, but you've lost all your past" - Losing face
"Every time that I miss you, I feel the way you hurt" - Your Sister Was Right
"I dont deserve you, you deserve the world" - Your Sister Was Right
"You know I've tried hard to love me too. It always seems to fall in, through" - La Jolla
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couleurlocale · 2 months
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10/10
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haxanbroker · 3 months
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West Ham station, East London, December 2023.
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i am not normal about jubilee line
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ax-writes · 5 months
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chapter 2
in which- wilbur is acting awfully weird, and his bestfriend, tommy, isn't helping
chapter info- uncertainty, worrying, tommy being a shithead, anxiety, graphic descriptions of clothing /j, bittersweet maybe, nervousness, overthinking, more so thoughts
a/n- lmao, sorry this took so long to come out. i've been hella busy with school and assignments but now i have seven weeks to do whatever so many more cool things are gonna happen
pronouns- you/yours
masterlist-
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months had passed since that short meet at the tube, but you’d seen him more at least. you’d gotten to know him better, you got to meet some of his friends, and him meeting some of yours. you knew each other better than you’d ever known anyone and you felt like you were finally getting somewhere in this friendship.
you’d organised with him to meet at his flat, and he’d let you know that his friend, tommy, would be over, so you were expecting a very loud child to run at you when you opened the door. however, that was not the case. instead, all you heard was wilbur and tommy in presumably wilbur’s room talking. very loudly, may i add.
“i feel like they’d murder me, ya know? which is what makes them so… i don’t know, attractive?” wilbur’s voice rang through the apartment, and your heart dropped. why were you suddenly so jealous over an unknown person.
“you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” tommy laughed, and made his way towards the door, causing wilbur to catch your gaze. his door was slightly ajar and all he felt was fear of what and how much you had heard
“wait wait… tommy don’t go and tell them that!” wilbur begged. God, he was scared of a girl he’d met on the tube line. he’s a fucking mess over someone he’s known for close to two months.
“you literally called them a three course meal plus dessert. you have never talked about anyone like that. not even your ex! you have to tell them!” tommy whisper-shouted, gaining your attention. 
you’re sat on the sofa at this point, having kicked off your shoes and shrugged your jacket off at the door, waiting for the two males to emerge from wilbur’s bedroom. there was banter and chatting and overall just wilbur pleading and tommy forcing him to say something. if you had a say, it was unfair. a boy younger than the man forcing him to go tell you that he has feelings for someone, but him begging to not have to tell you.
‘strange’
but now, you had a very tall man in front of you, a shy smile on his face. he resembled a sad puppy more than he actually resembled a grown man.
‘weird’ 
and a younger blonde boy behind him, grinning widely, poking at the poor man’s back.
‘what is going on’
“get coffee with me tomorrow, 10am, at the cafe down the road” and that’s all that was muttered throughout the night, some marvel movie now playing per tommy’s request. and both you and wilbur couldn’t be bothered paying attention to the movie, too caught up in your own thoughts, which seemed to occupy the other.
‘this feels awfully familiar’
the next morning rolled around. wilbur had texted you and told you what you needed to wear, soothing your anxieties.
you threw on a beige sweater and some random pair of sweatpants, fixed up your bed head, pulled on a pair of worn out converse, and you were out the door, your feet carrying you towards the cosy cafe.
‘fuck’ 
there he was. 
scrolling through his phone, a solemn expression spread across his features. his beat up sweater wrinkled and decorated with ramen stains. his jeans creased and rolled up at the ankles, dotted with specks of dirt. his converse falling apart and fading at the edges, smeared with mud around the soles. and his hair-
‘god, his hair’
his hair flopping in front of his eyes and curling in every direction, the sunlight hitting each curl just right.
and as you were about to make your way towards the door, he held eye contact with you, a slight smirk on his lips.
‘he caught on’
after the coffee, date, hangout, you didn’t know, you were sat back in your boring, plain, expressionless flat, you couldn’t help but have your mind caught up in a tangle.
wilbur was certainly a gentleman, but there was no context on why you had to have that coffee with him at 10am on a saturday morning. there was no closure. what was happening now. was he trying to get your attention, was he trying to progress the friendship, did he want to be more than what you two already were-
‘no, that can’t be possible’
until the next saturday and a weird message from tommy.
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