#like oh my fucking god the way they released this album was SUCH an experience

[hella1975]

for a popular band i dont see nearly enough people freaking the fuck out about the lumineers on here! i have to do everything my damn self! anyway listen to their album III in order WITH the music videos and maybe you'll feel significantly worse about everything ever

#every time one of the songs from this album came on in the car id so casually go to boom like 'oh so this one is about ___' #and it's just an album about a dysfunctional family. like that is literally the plot of the album. they r called the sparks #it starts with donna and follows her alcoholic daughter who starts the abuse (it's technically started by donna but the album doesnt #focus on her so it 'starts' with gloria) #and how her addiction and abuse bleeds into her son who becomes a gambler and how his son then turns out etc etc #all to the most boptastic sounds and vocals you ever heard #like oh my fucking god the way they released this album was SUCH an experience #because it was done in three parts (gloria to her son jimmy to his son junior respectively) #so you had to like. wait for the rest of the album with each part and each part added a generation to what you knew from the beginning #was going to be tragic like you know from donna's song at the very start when it's said 'you hate the name junior' #that the rot will travel all the way down to junior's generation #they're doomed from the start. they're a family. they tried. they failed #and also 'leader of the landslide' as a song alone is batshit insane and one of my favourite songs ever #but as an expression on generational trauma? HOLY SHIT? #like looking at the person who started the trauma and caused this constant awful cycle #and instead of saying all those clinical overused words instead calling them THE LEADER OF THE LANDSLIDE #LIKE YEAH ACTUALLY? THEY GOT BURIED TOO BUT THEY FUCKING STARTED IT #AND WE'RE ALL CRAWLING THROUHG THE DIRT BECAUSE OF IT JUST TRYING TO FIND OUR FEET #IN THE WAKE OF THIS DISASTER THAT YOU CAUSED. YOU LEAD US HERE #going insane #the lumineers #'why r u talking about this album specifically when u heavily implied to aiaia about writing a touya fic' shhhhhhhh

[marinavarshavskaia]

Melanie Martinez is not gonna save you because her art is dangerous and malicious.

and y’all are fucking delusional.

some of her fans are like: “wow, she’s a lyrical genius she connected all of her albums so well oh my god queen slay uwu”

but if we’re talking about all of this stuff being truly “connected”, then if you look at the concept as a whole, it means that there’s childhood, there’s school, and after school comes DEATH. LITERAL DEATH. SO WE ALL DIE AFTER SCHOOL.

and not only we die after school, the death itself is almost glamorized

on «Portals». she’s talking about it being “a release” and “a cleansing experience”, so if we look at the lyrics we can actually see that she not only glamorizes trauma (if we’re talking about Cry Baby/K-12), but also tells her fans that death is better than life in a lot of ways on this f-ing record. just to prove us all one more time that life is a trashy, traumatizing experience, and the only way to go is to die. it can actually be extremely dangerous, because her young, impressionable fans might not realize it immediately, but that’s how cult leaders influence people subliminally. they don’t tell you directly what to do, they just use their influence to shape other people’s perception. it’s not just toxicity, it’s a literal THREAT to YOUNG PEOPLE. especially considering the fact that most of her fans are traumatized kids with real life problems. she basically destroys all of the things that Tyler Joseph has worked for, because his goal was to change the general perspective, to show kids that there’s a light at the end of the tunnel and they can actually survive. he has never glamorized death.

wow. just wow. thank you, killany fantinez, for curing people’s depression and healing their wounds. yikes.

#melanie martinez #k 12 #portals #Melanie Martinez fans #cry baby #stop dick riding #y’all are literal kids with no braincells #k-12 movie #k-12

[solar-halos]

do u ever think about the way olivia rodrigo invented music

just kidding i know the emotions she sings about have existed since the beginning of time but im just now realizing that if i was born in the taylor swift era i would 100% be a swiftie bc i was thinking abt olivia rodrigo’s music the other day and unironically had the thought “wow she literally invented having emotions” before i managed to catch myself. but honestly i think it’s crazy how accurately she captures all these feelings of insecurity and heartbreak (and now joy!) so perfectly!!

“lacy” and “pretty isn’t pretty” seem so similar on the surface, but i feel like lacy is more of a gradual realization that no matter what u do—or how ur actually perceived—you will never feel as feminine as u want to. there will always be people (aka Lacy) who are gonna be effortlessly elegant and beautiful and feminine and feeling jealous of that is so fuckin stupid but that doesn’t stop u from caring. and then i like “pretty isn’t pretty” bc i feel like that’s the aftermath of Lacy. idk the part abt her trying every shade of lipstick really hit bc when i was first experimenting w makeup i remember feeling so insecure that none of them seemed “my” color. also i really like the gradual buildup of “it’s in my phone/head/magazines/the boys i bring to bed” bc i feel like that describes the pipeline so well

anyway now let’s get into the new songs she released. i’m actually not sure if they’re new bc when i searched it up after it popped up on my spotify google said she released this back in 2023? so idk. but her youtube channel literally has this all released within the last few days. but my favorite thing about these songs is how im in the same era she’s in rn. that happened to me with “sour” and “guts” reopened a lot of those old wounds, so i absolutely love the healing theme (? i know that’s not the right word but it’s hard to think rn) this album has. let’s start off with obsessed since that popped up for me first

obsessed? yeah, obsessed with this fucking song. seriously. “if you knew how much i thought about her you’d think i was in love” already starting off on a banger. also i watched the mv and i loved it. this song literally couldn’t have came at a more perfect time, yall ever just randomly remember that ur s/o has dated ppl that aren’t u before? chilling realization, really

scared of my guitar? “i can’t lie to it the same way i like to you”? “i lay in your arms and pretend that it’s love”? “i’d rather be tied to someone even if they’re wrong”? oh my god. i was literally thinking about this the other day. like, being in a relationship bc u want to be or if it’s bc you’re scared of being by yourself. and i also like the fact that it’s insinuating that the other person is the better half. bc sometimes it does feel like literally just loving someone when you struggle so much with the thoughts i mentioned is just the same as stringing them along. but then also i think it’s nice to pretend you’re in love bc obviously at the beginning of a relationship you have no idea if it’s ever going to go that far, so i think we often fall in love with the idea of being loved. which sounds a bit corny when i put it like that, but scared of my guitar made *me* feel like a tortured poet bc i used to be like “im chill ! :o)” and then open up ao3 and write a billy taupe/lucy gray story like girl…. that’s not the same as olivia rodrigo being folksy and cute

speaking of being folksy and cute, “girl i’ve always been” is so folksy and cute! i literally hate country music so fucking much (i’m sorry… one time this guy in hs played God’s Country in front of the class for a presentation and he stood there kinda ominously so ever since then i’ve kinda hated it) but this song was nice i liked it! i like the confidence it exudes, someone already mentioned this in the comments but it really is giving off lucy gray vibes, especially “with venom on my tongue u ask me who i’ve become” like okayyy someone needs to write a billy taupe/ lucy gray inspired story abt that line immediately. i don’t really have much more to say since this one was the one i found the least personally relatable, but i love the sassiness of it all!!

stranger. this one was a FUCKING banger, this was the sort of era i was in when guts released so im so glad miss olivia rodrigo could put the feeling of realizing u don’t *need* someone u thought u literally couldn’t live without into words. “i always thought it was some comforting lie ppl told” literally. also the call back to “enough for you” by saying “if im not enough for you then you’re not enough for me either” :,). i think growing up is quite nice

so american. fav! <3 <3 <3. “he’s like a poem i wish i wrote” hands down my favorite lyric fucking ever. i LOVE this song. like i said with “lacy” and “pretty isn’t pretty” bleeding into each other, i think the same applies w this song and “scared of my guitar.” like after u get over ur fear of ur guitar u realize that ur so american and suddenly wanting to get married and be in love doesn’t seem so selfish anymore. i really, really love this song (if i haven’t already mentioned that)

sorry, i know this was a long post! stranger had me bursting into tears so i told Boyfriend i needed to write in my “notes app” abt it so everyone say hi Boyfriend. but seriously im feeling so american rn i literally was like “leave me alone and don’t touch me im feeling explosively emotional” and he was like ok! here’s some fruit. and then now im writing on my phone about songs i love. like is there any better feeling??

#i wrote all that and realized it’s not a new album it’s literally guts extended 😭😭 #so little did i know me and her albums have always been in the same era #but seriously i love olivia rodrigo’s music so fucking much #i hope i get to see her in concert someday that would be so cool #anyway olivia rodrigo fans what did we think abt the songs #long post #dear diary

[oliverreedmasterass]

Sam Kiszka Sees God While Eating Spicy Wings | A Hot Ones Parody

Words: 7.9k

Warnings: language, drinking, mentions of incontinence, just overall nastiness, milk

Synopsis: Sam Kiszka goes on Hot Ones and experiences an exceptionally devastating fall from grace

Notes: thank you @jmkho​ for reminding me how awful it is to rub your eyes after touching something spicy!!

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“Hey, what’s going on everybody!” Sean Evans smiled wide at the camera. “From First We Feast, I’m Sean Evans and you’re watching Hot Ones. It’s the show with hot questions and even hotter wings.” 

Across the table, Sam was sitting with his hands folded in his lap, patiently waiting for his introduction. 

“Today I’m joined by Sam Kiszka of the rock group, Greta Van Fleet, who is releasing their third studio album, Starcatcher, on July 21st.” Sean turned from the camera to acknowledge Sam. “It’s great to meet you, Sam.” 

“Likewise, Sean,” Sam called back. With a grunt, he leaned over the table to extend a hand to Sean to shake. Sean seemed thrown off by the gesture, but scooted forward in his stool to grab Sam’s hand and give it a firm shake. “I’m starving, I could really go for some wings right now,” Sam joked. 

“How do you handle hot things?” Sean leaned back in his chair and studied Sam, as if sizing him up. From the look on his face, it seemed like Sean was skeptical that Sam’s thin stature would be able to handle the scorching heat of the hot sauces that were coming his way. 

“I’m all for it,” Sam waved Sean off. “I’m into this kind of shit, permanently damaging my taste buds and destroying my stomach for days on end. This is what I do to feel alive.” 

“I feel like you’re being sarcastic.” 

“A little bit,” Sam chuckled. “But I do like a bit of spice to my meals. I’m the guy in my family who needs to put a little Tabasco on everything.” 

“Some of these are gonna be a step up from Tabasco,” Sean warned him. “Are you ready to go?” 

“Just about,” Sam replied. He gently pushed the full glass of milk in front of him onto Sean’s side of the table and then hoisted a 24 pack of Corona Lite in front of him. Sean watched with interest as Sam tore into the cardboard casing and retrieved a bottle, pulling off the top with his teeth. “Want one?” Sam asked. 

“Sure?” Sean guessed. Sam started to open a second bottle with his teeth, but someone from the crew quickly forced a bottle opener into his hand before he could. 

“Oh, thanks?” Sam asked, looking around to see who had given him the instrument. He didn’t understand the point of bottle openers when teeth literally exist but, because he was on film, he popped off the cap like a normal person and slid the drink to Sean. 

“Do you find that beer takes the edge off of the spiciness?” Sean asked. Sam shrugged back at him. 

“I just wanted an excuse to crack into that 24 pack,” Sam replied after shoving a lime into his drink and taking a thoughtful gulp.  “So, what’s the first level?”

1. The Classic - Chili Maple (Hot Ones Hot Sauce) - 1,600 Scoville Heat Units

“We’ve got The Classic Chili Maple sauce coming in at 16,000 Scoville Heat Units,” Sean shared. Sam stared down at the vegan wing in front of him and gave it a testing poke. 

“Say,”  Sam had to ask, “has anyone ever tapped out after one wing? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m definitely gonna make it to ten, I just want to know what I’m up against here.” 

“We’ve had a few guests definitely not finish the interview,” Sean replied with a grin. “DJ Khaled and Ricky Gervais had a pretty rough time. Not as bad as Bobby Lee though.” 

A few of the crew members groaned behind the cameras, which made Sam perk up. 

“What happened to Bobby?” he leaned forward to conspire with Sean. 

“Let’s just say his body rejected the wings pretty harshly,” Sean slowly thought out his words. “From the back end.” 

“Fuck,” Sam choked out and then took another sip from his bottle. “Well god, I sincerely hope that doesn’t happen to me.” 

“For the sake of me and the crew, I hope so too,” Sean said. Then, he held up his wing and Sam followed suit. 

“Cheers,” Sam said with a cheeky smile, raising his wing up to Sean. They both took a hearty bite and immediately Sam groaned outwards. “This is the shit,” he said with his mouth full. “It’s so sweet and tangy.” 

Sean watched as Sam proceeded to devour the rest of the wing, to the point where the sauce formed a ring around his mouth and covered all of his fingers. 

“Do you want a napkin?” Sean let out a laugh. Sam waved away a crew member that was trying to hand him a paper napkin.

“Nah ah,” he said, food still in his mouth. “I’m saving all of this for later.” 

“Okay, Sam,” Sean tried to regain Sam’s attention, “I do have some questions.” 

“Fire away,” Sam motioned for him to go with one hand while he licked the other. 

“So, legend has it, your older twin brothers, Jake and Josh, would drag you down to the basement when you were in grade school to play with them. At what point did you realize that music was something you wanted to do, and not just something your brothers were forcing you to do?” 

“Oh thank god, I thought you were gonna ask me about Frankenmuth,” Sam breathed out a sigh of relief. “Every single interview, I swear, we have to talk about living in a small Bavarian town in Michigan with the world’s largest Christmas store.” 

“I’ll take that question off my list,” Sean joked, pretending to scribble something out on a paper next to him. “No, I promise you’ll get some questions you haven’t heard before.” 

“Hot wings and new questions, now we’re talking!” 

Sam continued to lick at his fingers, but then shot back upright when he remembered that he hadn’t answered the question. 

“Oh, uh, being the youngest sibling has its trials and tribulations. I feel like I was fortunate that Jake and Josh paved the way for me, in a sense, setting expectations and showing me the right and wrong things to do. I’ve always admired them.” Sam stopped and whispered to Sean, “Actually, cut that out, I don’t want them knowing that, it’ll feed into their already massive egos.” 

“Cut that part out,” Sean turned to call at the producer.

“My parents raised my siblings and I in a musical house: my dad plays blues with some local guys, my grandpa is in the Polka Hall of Fame, so I feel like I have these musical genes coursing through my veins. Jake was the first one to really take music seriously and, of course, anything he does, Josh will follow suit since the two are practically inseparable. Sure, when I was younger there were other things that I wanted to do than practice for eight hours straight in the basement, but it is something I pretty quickly grew to love. I enjoy building things, and creating music is a fascinating experiment, trying to connect with people sonically. I think from a young age I recognized the value of human connection and wanted to keep pursuing that.” 

“So, going back to the musical genes, it’s almost like you were meant to do this,” Sean clarified with Sam. 

“God, that makes me sound conceited, doesn’t it?” Sam scrunched up his face at the thought. 

“Not necessarily,” Sean tried to assure him. “It just means that you’re on the track that feels right to you, which is something I’d hope everyone can accomplish.” 

“That’s a good way to look at it,” Sam nodded. He thoughtfully licked the remaining sauce off his fingers. 

“You look ready for another wing,” Sean observed. 

“Hell fucking yeah I am,” Sam said. 

2. Banjee Ranch - Shaquanda’s - 6,200 Scoville Heat Units

“This one looks good,” Sam commented while he took in the mustard-colored sauce. “I can see the herbs in there, I already know the flavor is going to explode in my mouth.” 

Sam dug in and, once more, looked like he was experiencing heaven. Sean cut in before Sam started moaning again. 

“Last year you were featured on a song with Stealing Oceans and Scott Avett called ‘Stars on the Ceiling.’ On this track you bust out a pretty impressive guitar solo, which I heard you came up with on the spot. How did your brother, Jake, feel about that?”

“He didn’t believe me when I first showed him the song and told him I was the guitar,” Sam chuckled. “He called me a shithead.” 

“Was he a little threatened?” Sean guessed.

“He knows he’s better than me, he’s got nothing to worry about,” Sam shook his head. “He did have a few pointers for me afterwards about different tones and effects I could have used to make the track sound more complex, but I’m really happy with how it turned out. At the end of the day it’s just a fun, jazzy, funky love song, which I think the world could use more of.” 

“How do you feel about dipping your toes in other genres?” Sean asked after enjoying another bite of his own wing. “Jazz and funk stray pretty far from Greta Van Fleet’s sound.” 

“I’m all for it,” Sam couldn’t hide his enthusiasm. “I mean, even within Greta Van

Fleet, sure, we’re a rock band at our core, but if you compare our sound from our first EP to now, there’s a massive difference. Yes, we aren’t producing a hip hop album or country or something like that, but we really enjoy experimenting with sound and blending genres to create something innovative and attention-grabbing.” 

Sam seemed content with his reply since, when met with a second of silence, he finished off the rest of his wing and, to Sean’s dismay, let out a long, deep groan. As if that wasn’t out of pocket enough, Sam wiped the last part of his wing around his mouth, gathering the sauce from the first round to enjoy. By the time he was done, his face resembled that of a toddler after an especially messy meal. 

“This is a walk in the park,” Sam told Sean. “I’m having an absolute blast.” 

“You’re doing great so far,” Sean extended a compliment where it was due. “You’ve still got a ways to go though, don’t get too cocky.” 

“You sound like my bandmate, Danny,” Sam chuckled. 

3. Cadejo - Donis - 15,000 Scoville Heat Units

“Are you ready for a step up on the heat scale?” Sean asked as a crew member placed a new wing in front of Sam. Sam grabbed the hot sauce bottle from the line in front of him and inspected it. 

“Habanero? Now we’re talking.” 

Sean gaped while Sam dumped a hearty pile of the sauce on his plate and then, with his sticky fingers, rolled his wing in it so it covered the entire surface, not missing a single spot. 

“You don’t have to do that,” Sean tried to talk Sam down, but his competitiveness had entirely taken over. 

“I think I do, Sean,” Sam looked up at the host with a surprising amount of intensity. Sean had to take a split second to ponder if he had made a massive mistake letting Sam on his show, but he cleared his throat and returned to his list of questions while Sam practically inhaled his sauce-drenched wing, entirely unaffected by the heat. 

“So, Justin Bieber,” Sean started. 

“Oh boy,” Sam let out a loud laugh. “Justin Fucking Bieber. Has he ever been on this show?” 

“Nope.” 

“Damn, I was gonna ask how well he did.” 

“We’ll get him on here and you can come back and have a wing-off.” 

“You think I’m joking, but I’ll be there,” Sam stared Sean down. “We have a lot of unfinished business.” 

“Speaking of which,” Sean cut in, “you claim that he stole your birkenstocks at Coachella back in 2018.” 

“He did,” Sam looked directly into the camera to confirm. 

“It’s been five years and I’m assuming he hasn’t given them back to you?” 

“Not even a sorry note,” Sam frowned. 

“What would it take for Justin Bieber to earn your forgiveness?” 

Sam leaned back and let out a deep exhale, looking lost in thought. The camera slowly zoomed in on his face, tracking his eyes that seemed to be searching every part of the ceiling. 

“This is a hard question,” Sam admitted. “My mom always encouraged forgiveness. She said that resentment was more of a punishment for the person feeling that emotion than the one it was directed towards. The problem is, I really liked those birks. I mean, they were my first pair: we’d been through a lot. So, I guess the rational answer is I would forgive him if he gave them back to me and they were in the same condition as when he took them. I’m sure he has some nice cars too, though. If he let me take one of those I would probably forgive him.” 

“Are you a big car guy?” Sean asked. 

“I am,” Sam nodded. “I mean, I have one car that I drive around, I don’t need to be that guy that owns 17 cars and only drives one or two of them a handful of times a year. But I think if Justin offered me a lamborghini or a ferrari, I would probably take it.” 

“You and me both,” Sean laughed. 

“I’d drive it to the grocery store, just doing mundane errands, going 25 mph like a law-abiding citizen. It would drive all the car enthusiasts out there insane.” 

“I respect safe driving,” Sean nodded. 

“Safe driving is cool driving,” Sam agreed. 

“Do you like any Justin Bieber songs?” Sean slipped in another question. 

Sam looked on the brink of snorting, but stopped himself short so he wouldn’t offend anyone. 

“His music is, uh, not quite for me,” Sam tried to be as civil as possible without expressing his intense disdain for pop music. “I respect what he does and I will admit that he’s a talented musician, but I wouldn’t go out of my way to listen to any of his albums.”

“Fair enough,” Sean shrugged. 

“I feel like I’m in the hot seat,” Sam joked. “I’ll go home and find that people on Twitter canceled me for having bad taste or something.” 

“I think you’ll be okay,” Sean reassured him. 

4. Los Calientes - Hot Ones Hot Sauce - 36,000 Scoville Heat Units

“Another Hot Ones sauce!” Sam exclaimed when he saw the next bottle. “You guys do a great job with branding, this is such a niche market.” 

“We were lucky the idea blew up,” Sean smiled. “You’ll find that this one has a lot of flavor packed in with a punchy blend of sweet, tart, and spicy. It’s one of my favorites.” 

“Oh, I can’t wait,” Sam grinned. He poured the sauce onto his wing and then shook a drop out onto his tongue. “Oh hell yeah,” he said, not breaking a single sweat. 

“We have a segment on this show called ‘Explain That Gram,’” Sean shared with Sam. Sam’s face contorted into a look of worry. “We look at your Instagram and you explain some of the photos that need a little extra context. First off, you look really concerned, why?” 

“I don’t remember what I have posted on there,” Sam admitted. 

“Nothing too incriminating, don’t worry,” Sean told Sam as he grabbed a laptop from one of the crew members and pulled up the first image. “Your Instagram is highly stylized, it looks like you put a lot of thought into it: where did the 3 thematic posts idea come from?” 

“I started doing that a few years back,” Sam tried to remember, “I’m pretty sure my now ex-girlfriend introduced me to the idea that you need to maximize the formatting of Instagram to make a page that deviates from the norm while looking pleasing to the eye. I’m not a huge social media fan, but there is something really satisfying about using that three column setup to create a string of posts that, as you scroll through them, almost look like they’re happening in chapters. It just feels more put together, I guess.” 

“It was nice to look through, I agree with you there,” Sean said. “I’ll need to take some notes.” 

“Hey, there you go, Sean,” Sam beamed. 

“Let’s look at this photo first,” Sean said, turning the laptop in Sam’s direction.

 Sam leaned forward and squinted at the photo of his homemade pickles. 

“Mmm,” Sam licked his lips. “That was a good batch.” 

“Pandemic hobby? Sean raised an eyebrow. 

“You got it,” Sam nodded. “Being stuck inside for that amount of time was like an out of body experience. After a week, I don’t know if this happened to you too, but I started to feel like I was in The Yellow Wallpaper or something. So I tried to dodge that feeling with homemade pickles. There was an article in a magazine I get monthly and I figured, eh what the hell? It didn’t take that many ingredients, I like pickles, the science behind food fascinates me, it all felt right.” 

“Do I see some chilis and garlic in there?” Sean asked as he studied the photo closer. 

“I put a bunch of shit in there,” Sam laughed. “I love experimenting with things. You know, it’s really stunning how many flavors a cucumber can absorb when it’s in brine. It’s like the sponge of the food world.” 

“I’ve never heard someone speak so fondly about pickles,” Sean mused. 

“I appreciate the little things in life,” Sam said. He took another sip of his beer, finishing it off, and nearly choked on the lime that had popped back out of the bottle and into his mouth. Sean lurched up like he was ready to give Sam the heimlich, but Sam spit the remains of the lime out onto the table before he could. Sam coughed. “Whooo lord, that was a close one.” 

“Are you good to keep going?” Sean looked concerned. 

“Absolutely,” Sam brightened up. “You got another Instagram photo?” 

Sean still seemed a bit worried, but he opened the next photo. 

“Oh man,” Sam snorted, “I should have seen that one coming.” 

“There’s a lot to explain here,” Sean agreed. 

Sam looked closer at the old photo of him with “Fuck” written on his forehead while he stood in front of an impressive fire. 

“I really don’t know if there is even any context to go with this.” 

“I appreciate that you tagged the Frankenmuth Fire Department as the location.” 

“Oh yeah, we definitely weren’t burning shit at the fire department,” Sam declared, but then widened his eyes and turned away from the camera. 

“I’ve got one last post that I want to highlight and then we can move onto the next sauce. There’s a short video of you and your bandmate, Daniel Wagner, out in what looks like the desert, wrestling with a snake?” 

“Okay, this is actually a funny story,” Sam clapped his hands together. “Basically we were doing the whole tour bus thing on one of our earlier North America tours and we were trying to hit as many national parks as we could. Daniel went into this gift shop at the Grand Canyon and secretly bought this fake snake because, you know, he thought it would be hilarious to prank my brothers and I. While we were at Monument Park, which is on the border of Arizona and Utah and absolutely stunning, Danny pulled this big old rubber snake out of nowhere and started to fight with it.”

“You booked it in that video.” 

It was a really realistic looking snake,” Sam exclaimed. “I like to keep my distance from things that slither.” Sam started to mess around with his wing but snapped his head back up to look at Sean. “There’s a reason why there’s no audio in that video,” Sam added. “I was swearing like a sailor. There were a bunch of kids nearby too, I don’t know how we didn’t get thrown out of the park.” 

“You’re just living the rocker lifestyle,” Sean kidded, which earned a hearty laugh from Sam. “Thanks for your insights, I’m sure quite a few peoples’ burning questions have been resolved after that segment, ‘Explain the Gram.’”

“Happy to help,” Sam continued to laugh. 

5. Ghost Pepper Hot Sauce - Brooklyn Delhi - 39,000 Scoville Heat Units

“We’re in the spicier terrain now,” Sean shared. 

“Ah yes,” Sam bounced in his seat. “This is the place I like to call home.” 

“Coming in at 39,000 Scoville heat units, this one relies on the punch delivered from India’s famed ghost pepper, bhut jolokia, which provides a long-lasting heat.” 

“I love it,” Sam rubbed his hands together in eager anticipation. “It’s been a while since I had a ghost pepper. I used to pop those puppies all the time just to feel something.” 

“I don’t think we’ve ever had a guest quite like you on this show,” Sean admitted. 

“I love expanding my palate,” Sam shared. “And knowing my boundaries when it comes to spicy food. Right now I’m pretty sure that boundary doesn’t exist.” 

“Considering you’ve been chugging Coronas like they’re water and I haven’t seen a single tear form in your eyes, you might be right.” 

“I’m just built different. I also used to eat fire ants as a kid, that might be helping me out too.”

“Did you really?” Sean looked beyond disturbed. 

“No,” Sam laughed at how gullible the host was. “Fire ants are native to the southern states, they haven’t made the great migration quite that far up north yet.” 

“You could have had me fully convinced,” Sean shared. 

“I’m not gonna crack at all while eating this,” Sam promised as he pointed down to his wing. Sean held off on biting into his wing so he could concentrate on Sam’s facial expression as he pulled a large chunk of fake meat off and chewed it around. His face remained as stoic as a marble statue. 

“No emotion at all.” 

The camera pulled closer to Sam to show that his face was blank, not a single expression creeping out. He gulped the food down and let out a large burp. 

“The seal of approval!” he pumped his fist. 

“Now, Sam,” Sean said after finishing his wing, “You’ve said before that one of your favorite hobbies is finding vintage clothing.” 

“Yup,” Sam nodded, “I love that shit.” 

“Your outfits for your Dreams in Gold tour, which just wrapped up recently, were some of the most detailed pieces I’ve ever seen. How do you and your team come up with the vision for your stage outfits, and what is the intersection going on there between clothing and your music?” 

“Greta Van Fleet is a band that loves symbols,” Sam replied. “Take one look at our album, The Battle At Garden’s Gate, and I think you’ll get it.” 

While he talked, Sam made a show of pulling his shoes off under the table with his feet and wiggling out of his socks. Sean made a face at the stench that was coming from beneath the rounded table but then tried to maintain a poker face while he listened to Sam’s response. 

“For this tour, we all agreed that every aspect of our show needed to contribute to a larger message. My brothers and I are all avid fans of film and, after watching enough movies, you start to realize how each costume is built with purpose. Pair that philosophy with my love for clothes and how they serve as a means of personal expression, and I became the largest supporter of teaming with a talented costume designer to prepare our outfits for the tour. Before our Strange Horizons tour we were wearing shit from thrift stores. I mean, it was fun to hunt around the day of a show for something to wear on stage that night, but nothing looked coherent. With our Dreams In Gold tour, we really took the first big step to define who we are as a band, and what we’re trying to achieve with our music. Jake and I have a lot of swords on our pieces, made by the ever exceptional Amber Doyle. We threw a lot of ideas at her, and she did a great job compressing them all into coherent designs.”

“That sleeve you’ve got on your left arm is something else.” 

“Thanks, yeah, I started using that sleeve design during our Strange Horizons tour. I was really interested in the designs of webbing and wings and just the overall movement that they can bring to a stationary piece. Amber really liked the design when we came to her, and she promised she would keep that look consistent for my new pieces.” 

“Does the wing ever get in the way of your playing?” 

“Amber’s a genius,” Sam grinned, “She managed to design it in a way where I hardly noticed it was there. That is, unless I wanted to show it off.” 

“Are you and your bandmates back at the drawing board now, planning your new designs for your upcoming tour, Starcatcher?” 

“I can’t reveal too much,” Sam wagged a finger at Sean. “That was a good try. But I can share that we’re branching out in a new direction. These costumes have become an integral part of our show, and they aren’t going away any time soon. The challenging part is finding that sweet spot where we can wear things that look visually stunning and nuanced while maintaining some level of comfort so we can perform to our best ability. We’re testing the limits now, and I’m excited to see what the reception is to our new pieces. It should be good.” 

“I wish I could have snuck an answer out of you on that last one,” Sean slapped his hand down on the table in joking frustration. 

“You won’t have to wait too long for an answer,” Sam tried to comfort him. “Our tour starts in July, so you only need to wait a few more months. I am really looking forward to seeing how fans will dress at our shows for this tour,” Sam thoughtfully added. “They take this fashion thing as seriously as I do - you should see some of the outfits, these fans look like they should be up on stage with us. They’ll make replicas of our stage outfits with their own hands. It’s something else.” 

“You’ve got an artistic vision that people can get behind,” Sean commended Sam. 

“It’s an exciting thing,” Sam nodded back with a twinkle in his eye. 

6. Mushroom Mayhem - Torchbearer Sauces - 68,000 Scoville Heat Units

“You’re vegan, right?” Sean asked Sam. 

“Yes sir,” Sam nodded. 

“I think you’ll appreciate this next sauce. It’s got a blend of mushrooms to provide a hint of umami, which contributes to an overall meaty flavor. But this sauce is about as vegan as they come.” 

Sam licked his lips. 

“Yummy yummy in my tummy.” He stopped for a second and reflected on what had just come out of his mouth. “Sorry,” his face turned scarlet, “that was weird.” 

“It was like you regressed for a second there,” Sean commented. “We’re past the halfway mark now, this is where things start to get a bit intense.” 

“Finally,” Sam remarked. He took a hefty bite and then chased it down with his second bottle of Corona. “Okay,” he said after clearing his throat, “that one did have a bit of a punch.” 

“The cracks are starting to show,” Sean teased him, which Sam responded to by rapidly shaking his head. 

“Nah ah,” Sam protested. “I took that one like a champ.” 

To prove himself to Sean, Sam took the bottle and, once more, shook some of the sauce onto his tongue. Sean watched him with his mouth slightly ajar as Sam swallowed it down and patted his stomach. 

“Delicious.” 

“You can take that home,” Sean motioned towards the bottle. “We let all of our guests take whichever hot sauces they like best, but man, at this point I think you need to just take all of the bottles.” 

“Oh good, I’m glad I don’t have to sneak these out under your nose,” Sam nodded. Sean pretended like he didn’t hear that comment and returned back to his questions. 

“You and your band released a series of short Masterclass parodies back in 2021. I have to know, what inspired the character, Cal A Bungah?” 

“I’m so glad I can finally address this,” Sam sounded genuine. “Cal A Bungah was the character that started it all: I had all the guys over and we were in the kitchen, making some appetizers and I just pulled this cocky chef character out of my ass like it was nothing. There’s an inside joke among my friends and family that I can’t cook for shit which, I don’t know about that, but I decided to roll with it. So was talking this big game about being a celebrity chef and knowing everything and how meat eaters like Gordon Ramsey are going to rot in hell, and Josh was like, ‘dude, we should make a video about this.’” 

“How much of that video was improv?” Sean asked. 

“All of it,” Sam grinned. “They put me in that goofy chef outfit, said ‘rolling’ and I just went to town.” 

“I have a few rapid fire questions for Cal, if he’d be willing to answer,” Sean looked Sam down. Sam beamed at the idea and let out a loud laugh when one of the crew members passed him a chef hat. Sam pulled it on over his long, brown locks, and gave Sean a dorky smile. 

“How do I look?” 

“Professional,” Sean replied. “Now, Cal, do your skills extend any farther than cutting veggies and making a margarita?” 

“I can’t believe you would ask someone with this much skill and prowess such a demeaning question,” Sam balked. “Pass.” 

Sean let out a short laugh and returned to his list. 

“What’s the problem with squash?” 

“There’s no problem with squash,” Sam said as he folded his hands in front of him. “That reaction I had on film was a raw response to something larger than life. When I saw that squash, you know, actually held it in my hands, I felt like I was holding a part of God. I think you’d be rendered speechless too if you went through the same thing.” 

“Fair enough. What makes the perfect margarita?” 

“I’ll show you,” Sam answered. Sean called out in shock as Sam leaned under the table and grabbed a lime, some tequila, triple sec orange liqueur, ice, salt, and a cocktail shaker. 

“You were keeping all of that under there?” Sean sounded stunned as he looked under the table to see if Sam was hiding any other secrets. 

“Dave Grohl got to bring drinks on here, why can’t I?” 

Sam twisted the lid off of the tequila and dumped a generous amount into the shaker before taking a swig of the booze straight from the bottle. 

“Just have to make sure it’s not poisoned,” Sam explained himself. “The key to a perfect margarita is measuring with your heart. I don’t know what one fluid ounce looks like and, at this point, I’m too afraid to ask. So you just kinda eyeball it and, when it looks like enough, you stop.” 

“A true master of your craft,” Sean had to quip. 

“Add a splash of triple sec,” Sam continued, and then squeeze some lime juice in there for good measure. Then you shake the shit out of it.” 

Sam stood from his seat after securing the lid over the cocktail shaker and made a show of moving around the set, shaking the drink like he was a part of the rhythm section for a fast-tempo song. When he was satisfied with his work, he grabbed a highball glass from seemingly nowhere and placed it over Sean’s head, in front of him. Sean gazed up in awe as Sam let the stream of margarita flow from the shaker down into his glass. 

“Rub some lime and salt around the rim and then give it a sip,” Sam coached Sean. “And you better tell me that you just had the best goddamn margarita of your life.” 

Sean followed Sam’s commands and brought the cup up to his lips, taking a cautious sip. He smacked his lips a few times, let out a small choke, and failed to hide a grimace. 

“It’s great, right?” Sam asked over his shoulder while he fixed himself his own drink. 

“It’s, something?” Sean failed to find the right words. Sam didn’t seem to notice how much pain he was putting Sean through since he happily took a gulp from his own cup and then settled back in his seat. “This is fun, I’m having fun,” Sam decided. Sean squirmed around in his seat. 

7. Dreams of Calypso - Angry Goat Pepper Co - 101,000 Scoville Heat Units

“Oh, this sauce is gonna go well with my drink,” Sam called out in glee as he observed the next bottle. “Tropical fruit and a fucking hot pepper? Now we’re talking!” 

“Is your stomach made of metal or something?” Sean asked after quickly passing his barely touched margarita off to a crew member to dump down the sink. 

“It’s all about your state of mind,” Sam explained. “If you tell yourself you’re going to feel pain, you’re going to feel pain. But if you tell yourself that you’ve had worse, you’re going to be fine. The brain is a powerful organ, it can make or break you.” 

“Let’s see that philosophy in action,” Sean encouraged Sam as he motioned down to the wing. Sam grabbed it with a look of determination and tore into it. 

“Not so bad,” Sam announced as he chewed. “You can hardly even notice the kick.” 

“Right,” Sean stared at Sam in awe. “So, you’ve rubbed a lot of elbows with some pretty big names in the music industry since you first started off, namely Elton John and Metallica. Are there any groups or musicians that you would want to either collaborate or tour with?” 

Sam started to think, but quickly got distracted by the flow of mucus that was starting to pool out of his nostrils. He tried to be covert about it, since he desperately didn’t want Sean to think he couldn’t handle spicy foods, so he quickly rubbed his nose. All that did was spread the snot across his face. 

“Well,” Sam grunted out, trying to act cool, “If John Denver was still alive, I’d have to say him.” 

To Sam’s dismay, even more snot was coming out of his nose, to the point where it was dripping down onto his shirt. Sam attempted to ignore it; maybe it was something the camera wouldn’t be able to pick up. 

Across the table, Sean gaped at the boogers flooding out of Sam’s nostrils like a waterfall. While Sam blabbed on and on about all of the jazz and blues musicians that he admired and wanted to tour with, all Sean could do was study his nose in wonder, guessing when the flow would finally stop. 

It was a relief that one of the crew members couldn’t take it anymore, since she passed a napkin off to Sam and, under her breath, begged him to wipe his schnoz. In grim defeat Sam let out a loud honk as he snorted into the tissue, and then wiped at his face, clearing the mucus away. 

“The short answer is John Denver, George Gershwin, or Howlin Wolf if they were still alive. Taj Mahal would be exciting though too.” 

“I think you need another wing,” Sean was ready to test Sam’s limits. Although Sam’s confidence was visibly wavering, he nodded his head. 

“Bring it.” 

8. Evolution Hot Sauce - Da Bomb - 135,000 Scoville Heat Units

“Still doing good?” Sean checked in with Sam. He liked to give his guests the opportunity to tap out before they shit themselves. 

“I’m fantastic,” Sam replied with certainty, his cockiness returning. 

“This one usually slows people down.”

“We’ll see about that,” Sam nodded down at the wing. In comparison to his previous large bites, Sam took a more inquisitive chew and was quick to gulp it down. Suddenly Sam’s eyebrows raised and his cheeks started to flush. He let out a short gasp and popped the top few buttons of his shirt. Sean watched him in glee, relieved that his strange guest was finally starting to be torn down by the scorching heat. 

“This is a walk in the park,” Sam gasped out, his eyes welling with tears. He downed the rest of his margarita, blew his nose into his hands, and then downed the remainder of his second bottle of Corona. As Sam heaved out gasps of air, Sean cheerfully returned to his questions. 

“You caused quite a stir amongst your fans with your impromptu visit to New York. What inspired the trip, and what touristy places are you planning on taking your bandmates when you’re back in September to play at Madison Square Garden?” 

“What spices did they use in this thing?” Sam heaved between gags, “stuff out of Satan’s asshole?” 

“Scorpion peppers,” Sean explained. “They’re pretty hot.”

“No kidding,” Sam coughed. Even though he was fighting for his life, his hands trembling at the overwhelming nature of the spice, he considered Sean’s question. “I wanted to go to New York,” he answered between coughs. After grabbing another bottle of Corona and chugging it, Sam wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and continued. “Plane tickets were cheap, our management thought it might be a funny gimmick for me to announce our world tour in an unconventional way that was sure to get people talking. Um, Danny wants to go to the Central Park Zoo, I think Jake would enjoy the Hard Rock Cafe. Josh probably wants to go to Rockefeller Plaza.” 

“All great spots,” Sean agreed. 

“Shit, I feel so alive,” Sam groaned outwards. 

“Are you okay?” Sean raised an eyebrow. 

“This is great, I have health insurance, it’s all good,” Sam rambled, starting to sound incoherent. He brought the Corona back to his lips and tilted it back, accidentally splashing half the bottle down the front of his button up shirt. “Aw man,” Sam pouted down at his mess. Within seconds, a new napkin was in his hands, which he used to dab at his wet spots. “I haven’t stepped in any human shit yet on the subways,” Sam shared while he continued to clean himself, even though Sean hadn’t asked. 

“I can’t say that I’ve ever seen human shit on the subway?” Sean replied. 

“You’re not looking hard enough,” Sam answered back. 

“Are you feeling ready to move on to the next wing?” Sean changed the topic. 

“I’m feeling like I could get another wing in my mouth, Sean,” Sam said. 

9. Taco Vibes Only - Butterfly Bakery of Vermont - 638,000 Scoville Heat Units

“We’re two away from the end,” Sean congratulated Sam. 

“Nearly to the finish line,” Sam nodded before flushing out his nose into a tissue again. “I promise you, the nose blowing is a new one,” Sam continued. “This has literally never happened to me before, so I’m really curious what the hell you’re feeding me.” 

“Hot Wings,” Sean stated flatly. Sam squinted back at Sean, not buying what he was saying. It wasn’t often that Sam got knocked off his high horse. 

“This sauce uses a simplistic recipe so the peppers can really shine through,” Sean recited. “It features just lime juice-”

“Like the margaritas,” Sam cut in.

“Right,” Sean nodded. “And cumin and coriander to enhance the natural tangy and earthy notes.” 

“If I can taste anything other than fucking hot on this wing, I’m gonna impress myself,” Sam said. 

“It’s mostly so the viewers know what you’re dealing with,” Sean explained. 

“Well,” Sam looked across to Sean, and then into the camera. “Here goes nothing.” Sam did the sign of the cross for good luck and then bit into the wing. 

“Ho,” he almost immediately rasped, staring off into nothingness. “Hooooooooo hoooooooooo.” 

Sean chuckled as Sam started to breathe like he was giving birth. The tears were back in his eyes, and they were pouring down his cheeks so they splotched on the table cloth and Sam’s pants. “Agh,” Sam was making incoherent noises, and then he suddenly stopped fidgeting and sat upright, staring directly above Sean. 

“Oh shit,” Sam murmured, and then clawed at his tongue for a brief second. 

“What?” Sean asked, whirling around on his stool to try and catch a glimpse of what Sam was staring at, his mouth wide open. “What is it?” 

“God,” Sam whispered. “I see God. And he looks like a hot wing.” 

Sean stared at Sam. 

“Hello God,” Sam whispered. 

“I don’t think he’s okay,” Sean turned to the producer. “Maybe we should stop here.” 

“What’s that, God?” Sam asked louder. “Eat another wing? Sure thing, boss.” 

“Maybe don’t do that,” Sean tried to put a hand up to Sam, but it was already too late. Looking like he was lost in another dimension, Sam grabbed the bottle of hot sauce and dumped it into his bottle of Corona and started to slurp it down. 

“Oh Jesus,” Sean frowned. 

“My mouth feels disconnected from my body,” Sam hummed. He dropped the beer bottle back onto the table and then threw himself back so he nearly toppled over on his stool. By some miracle he was able to push himself back upright, and then grabbed another napkin to wipe his sauced up hands. He looked back up at the space above Sean’s head and gasped. “There’s two gods now,” Sam breathed out. “It’s so beautiful.” 

Sean was paralyzed in place, gawking at Sam, who had tears rolling down his cheeks again. 

“So beautiful,” Sam exhaled. He grabbed the napkin from the table and lifted it up to wipe his eyes. 

“Oh wait, no,” Sean tried to stop him, but it was too late. 

Sam was now the one frozen, his eyes wide with fear and shock as he realized his mistake. 

“SHIT!” he snapped out of it, hollering in pain as he threw his hands up to cover his eyes that now had hot sauce in them. “MOTHER FUCKER!” 

The producer nodded for Sean to continue going and, as disturbed as he looked, he cleared his throat and talked over Sam’s calls of immense pain. 

“In your song, ‘My Way Soon,’ your brother sings, ‘I’ve seen many places, there are so many places.’ For a 24 year old, I’m sure you’ve seen a lot: from the sketchiest dive bars to playing in front of thousands in packed stadiums, which places do you feel were the most monumental in your musical and personal journeys?” 

Sam hadn’t heard a single word that came out of Sean’s mouth because he was too busy dumping his glass of milk onto his eyes while begging for forgiveness from the hot wing gods. 

“Give me peace, oh mighty lord!” Sam cried tears of milk. 

“He’s not finishing this,” Sean decided with a sense of finality. He thought that Bobby Lee had gone through the worst experience on his show, but the kid from Michigan had experienced the most devastating fall from grace he had ever seen. 

Sam’s eyes were bright red, his clothes were beyond destroyed from all the milk, booze, and sauce he had spilled on himself, and his hair was plastered to his face from the sweat. He looked as though he had been to the farthest edge of hell and had to crawl back. Steam practically seemed to be pouring off him as he shakily stood from the stool and then plopped down on the ground so he could lean forward into a fetal position, his head up in his knees. 

“I fucking hate hot wings,” Sam groaned from the floor. 

10. The Last Dab: Apollo - Hot Ones Hot Sauce - So fucking hot the Scoville Heat Units don’t exist  

“Let me sub in,” Danny said, running from behind the camera to the table, extending a hand for Sean to shake in confusion. “I’m Daniel Wagner, drummer for Greta Van Fleet,” Danny introduced himself to the camera. “My buddy, Sam, was so close to making it. He told me beforehand that if he couldn’t do it, I would have to finish it out for him.”

“That’s a first on this show,” Sean seemed to be growing on the idea. 

Danny squatted down to Sam’s side and patted his arm. 

“I’ll close this out for you, Sam,” he promised his best friend. Sam opened his

bloodshot eyes for a second to look up at Danny and then squeezed them shut again and let out another deep, low moan. “He’ll be okay,” Danny assured the crew. “He’s been through much worse. He could probably use some eye drops though.” 

Danny gave Sam one more pat for a little extra reassurance, and then dragged him by the feet to the edge of the soundstage so he was out of the way. 

“Glaugh,” was all Sam could say. 

Danny returned back to Sam’s toppled stool and set it back on its legs so he could perch on it. 

“Last wing, right?” he checked in with Sean. 

“You got it,” Sean nodded. “Please don’t tell me you’re gonna handle it like Sam did on that last round. That was hard to watch.” 

“Trust me, I’m the sane one in the group,” Danny assured him. “Do you have a question that I can answer while I eat?” 

“Well, uh,” Sean was thrown off-guard. “It’s really more of a question for Sam.” 

“Try me,” Danny said as he added a dollop of hot sauce to his wing. 

“Your, or, Sam’s dog, Rosie, seems like a really important part of his life, appearing in a lot of the band’s instagram photos and tiktoks. If you knew she could understand you, what would you tell her?”

“That is a better question for Sam,” Danny agreed, his mouth already full of the wing. “This is delicious, by the way.” 

Sean gaped at Danny. The highest level wing hardly had an impact on him. He looked as if he had just bitten down on some celery. 

“I would tell Rosie,” Sam gargled from the side of the stage, “that her dad is a big old wuss for tapping out early on Hot Ones!” 

“You got close, Sam,” Danny turned around to tell his friend. “You got really damn close. “You’ll get ‘em next time.” 

“I’m a failure,” Sam sniffed. 

“The wings did kick your ass, bud,” Danny agreed. 

“We usually give guests the last part of the show to plug anything they might be working on right now,” Sean interjected. “There’s a camera there, there, and there that you can look into.” 

“Oh, sweet,” Danny perked up and set his finished wing gently down on its plate. “Okay, well, our single, ‘Meeting the Master’ is out now on all streaming sites, our album Starcatcher will be released on July 21st, mark your calendars, and we’re going on tour at the end of July. We’ve got a lot of exciting stuff for you down the road, I can’t wait to put it out into the world. Wanna add anything, Sam?” 

“Can I have some more milk?” Sam whimpered off to the side. 

“Of course, Sam,” Danny promised him. “Anything to add about any upcoming projects?” 

“Upcoming projects?” Sam asked. 

“Yeah, Sam.” 

“I’m gonna pump my stomach,” Sam shared. 

#great van fleet #gvf #gvf fic #greta van fleet fic #gvf fanfic #gvf fanfiction #greta van fleet fanfiction #greta van fleet fanfic #sam kiszka #danny wagner #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #starcatcher #hot ones #sean evans #sam got so close #but god was that a rough ending for him

[sapphire-weapon]

Oh my god I totally get what you're saying about that band and jk rowling. So in my early twenties, I was in a very, very bad mental state. Like... barely holding together, multiple breakdowns etc. and for whatever reason HP became a huge, safe comfort for me, as silly as it sounds. But holy fuck. That entire franchise and everything related to it is SO UNCOMFORTABLE now, because of the shit she's come out with. I honestly don't know how people "separate the art from the artist" in this scenario. It's like HP is a poster for transphobia, I completely removed it from my life and will NEVER spend another cent on it. The whole thing knots my stomach...

Anyway, I understand your hurt. God damn. It sucks. I never get heavily invested in anything now, I'm more of a casual enjoyer.

YEP YEP I deadass do not understand how people can deal with the intense hurt and betrayal from these artists, because like... at least for me, I loved 3DD so much because I felt like they spoke directly to my heart -- that their art was resonant for me because of a share in worldview and experience and hurt.

And then to find out they're okay with playing at Trump's inauguration?

And, even worse, to learn that they stopped writing new music after that happened? Probably due in no small part to the shame?

Like. That is what selling out is. They sold out. They took the trust and support I'd given them for almost 20 years and traded it for a paycheck from fascists, which then destroyed their souls.

No. I don't forgive them. I won't until they release a new album with music that very explicitly condemns all that happened during that administration that they got paid to celebrate.

So, like. For me?

The only way to separate the art from the artist is if the artist is fucking dead. LMAO like who the fuck cares if you like Call of Cthulhu, Lovecraft is fucking dead, he can't hurt you anymore. He gets no money from sales, because he's dead. He gets no encouragement of support, because he's dead. He can't take sales as permission for his shitty behavior (like JK does), BECAUSE HE'S FUCKING DEAD.

JK isn't dead.

Brad Arnold (the lead singer/songwriter of 3DD) isn't dead.

Every bit of support you give their work, in turn, gives them support, be it financial or moral or social.

And I just can't, dude. I can't. I don't know how anyone else can.

[rantingravingliving]

A Hell of a Good Ride

My favorite album of all time is The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill. I remember buying the CD from Tower Records (!) with my paycheck from my first job and listening to it with the volume turned all the way flooding my shoebox apartment with all the achingly beautiful voice of Ms. Lauryn Hill. Her album is just packed full of emotion, and listening to her sing and rap was just mesmerizing. Every time I listened to her album, it felt like Ms. Hill was beside me, revealing her innermost thoughts, fears, and dreams. And to this day, whenever I stream her songs, that feeling never fades. It is even more emotional because I can relate more than ever to what she was singing back then.

Twenty-five years later, the same feelings came back, courtesy of Jimin's FACE.

This album will go down as one of the best releases this year as well as from BTS.

The first time I listened to FACE in its entirety, from the first to the last track, I had to get up from my chair and take a deep breath. It felt dreamlike, and I don't have any idea if it was because I was finally hearing Jimin's debut album or that I had expectations of what I thought his album would sound like. It was a surreal moment, and I am pretty sure I had my hand covering my mouth as I was processing what I had just heard.

Listening to FACE felt like an assault to the ears in the most pleasurable way. You know that feeling when you are having sex, the moment after your climax? When you are still high on pleasure? Listening to FACE in its entirety felt like that for me.

Look, I don't know the correct musical terms, but as someone who enjoys listening to music, all I know is when a song makes you automatically close your eyes and sway your body and just feel it, then I know it is fucking good. That is me, by the way, whenever Like Crazy plays, regardless of what version it is. And Spotify is so right to add it to the Make Out playlist because that song sets the mood right, no doubt!

Who wouldn't make out with him in the club? Even just eye-fucking him would be an experience.

Sitting on the washroom floor of a club might be a health hazard, but I'd risk it just to straddle that Jimin. That mullet. That eye makeup. That fit. Gods, he was so fucking hot. One of my fave looks ever.

And what about the rest of the album? Well, Set Me Fre Pt. 2 feels like a big "Fuck you!" to all your haters and naysayers. Heck! Even to your doubting self. The addition of the choir is just majestic. The chants haunt you and command you to fucking listen, Jimin has something to say.

Go ahead, mess with him. He knows how to fight back.

Face-Off is that song you'll blast when you are with your friends, and you talk about the people who fucked you over. It is that cathartic release you need in song form. And you just can't help but growl with Jimin when he sings, "Tonight I don't wanna be sober, Pour it up, it's all fucking over."

Interlude: Dive meanwhile is totally eargasmic. I mean, I would play it nonstop just to hear Jimin panting because that's the closest thing I can have Jimin near me bwahahaha.

Alone is that song that sneaks up on you. When I first heard it, I was like, "Oh, Jimin. This is just criminal. You fucking know how sexy your low register is." Then there's a part of the song that sounds garbled? And I wondered what part was that. (BTW, I checked the translated lyrics after a day. I was too immersed in all the melodies, beats, rhythms, and whatever crack FACE was throwing at me.) Then I stumbled upon this tweet:

For that part, the lyrics were, "Day and night, the repeated fall."

So fucking genius, don't you agree? Also, as I listen more to Alone, the more it captivates me. Jimin sings with so much heartache that you can't help but feel his pain, and you just want to hug him and cry with him and hold his hand all throughout the night. The song stills your heart because it is drenched with despair.

And it is just fitting that FACE ends with Set Me Free Pt.2. It is a liberation song with a message that whatever hurt or betrayal that has paralyzed you in the past, you can rise above it on your own, and that is the sweetest form of revenge and freedom.

Who are you again? This is fiercer and freer Jimin speaking.

As for the hidden track, Letter. Well, let's just say when I first heard it, Serendipity must be quaking. Hehe. Seriously. Jimin bares his heart on this track. This is the rawest Jimin I have heard. He just presented his heart and was happy to do so, if I may add. If FACE chronicles what he went through during the pandemic, as he told us in multiple interviews, I felt Letter is for the one who was with him throughout those turbulent times. The one who never wavered, who held his hand and kept their promise. Letter is a thank you song, I guess, to that person. It is also a song of promise. And to whom Jimin dedicates Letter? Your guess is as good as mine.

Continue streaming FACE. It is a hell of a ride. Thank you, Jimin, for this masterpiece. You are beyond amazing.

Celestial beauty.

#the park jimin #park jimin solo album #jimin solo debut #jimin face album #FACE is phenomenal and Jimin is a god #ready to bow down and worship the lord of the Jibooty #bts jimin #Jimin breaking and setting records as he should #face by jimin #jimin face #bts solo careers #bts solo albums

[coffee-at-annies]

3, 11, and 18!

3. Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year?

That I discovered this year? That’s hard. I’m not sure I discovered much music this year that wasn’t new releases from bands I already liked or singular songs. My most listened album of the year was fob cause I’m specific and sm(f)s came out in like January. My song of the year for the second year in a row was one I discovered late last year and fell in love with. I’ve listened to all of 3 songs from the artist tho.

Jukebox the Ghost was probably last year or the year before when my partner introduced me. They’ve tried getting me into The Family Crest but it’s never been the right time for an adhd hyperfixation deep dive. I got back into Matt Maeson after seeing him live, but that was my second time seeing him so he’s not new. I got super into Sammy Rae and the Friends for a hot minute after seeing her live but I first found her during quarantine looking for songs for the moss playlist. If you’ve got a moment, listen to the song I’m gonna link. It’s good. Sammy Rae described it as for the girls and the gays.

I could maybe claim Sub-Radio after Stacey’s Dad went viral but I’ve had flashback in my Spotify likes for a while so connecting the dots was just what got me to listen to more and also follow them on YouTube. If I had to pick a single that isn’t from one of the artists I’ve listed it’d have to be Drink Water.

Maybe the obcr of Some Like It Hot counts? That came out this year. I’m only obsessed with it since I saw the show live right before Christmas last year and then had to wait months for the obcr to come out so idk if it counts.

11. Something you want to do again next year?

Answered that one here with a lot of small joys I’m looking forward to repeating.

18. A memorable meal this year?

I’m trying to think of a meal that was worth remembering. A place that was worth going back to. My first instinct is my mom’s 60th. We splurged and she got reservations for the place up on Mount Washington. The one that overlooks the point. We weren’t close to the windows cause my grandmother can’t do steps and it was rainy but it was a lovely celebration.

Oh! God this is the dumbest fucking story but it’s certainly memorable. So like I’m sure you’re probably vaguely aware that I decided I wanted to be disappointed in new and interesting ways after the Pens let me down so thoroughly last spring that I decided to fuck around and become a Pirates fan. What you probably don’t know bc I didn’t do much lbing is I watched a stupid amount of Pirates games. What you’ve probably forgotten is the Buccs had a ridiculously hot start last season. 20-8 in the month of April. One of those games was actually two - rain reschedule meant it was a double header. My best friend spent the day taking his black belt test (I forgot if he’s second or third degree now but he passed!) and wanted to go out to celebrate. There’s a new-ish chain crab place in the waterfront where the TGIF used to be. The bestie isn’t a sports person at all but my sister and I are so we asked for the tv to be switched to the game. The second game of the double header was one where the Buccs scored 16 runs off the Nats for a final score of 16-1. Watching them light up basically every Nats pitcher who hadn’t pitched in the earlier game while systematically demolishing an order of crab legs was just an excellent experience. Was the food memorable? Eh the crab is fine for a chain. The meal itself was very very fun. Like exactly what you want when watching a game at a bar/restaurant. I won’t say platonic ideal but like the vibes were certainly right.

End of the Year Asks

#asks answered #a-corn-field #hi corn #I’m not being specific with the restaraunts but I’m gonna assume you know the neighborhoods I’m talking about

[jimimn]

🥴😭😳🤯😩 My god how to form words... I just rewatched the teaser and compared to that, the haunting choir was stronger in the YouTube shorts version and 🤯🤯 I lost my mind. The choir and the horror like harmonization that you mentioned sounds AMAZING. There is a really high female(?) voice in the very back, holding that note for like almost the entirety of the yt shorts and it literally just fucking catapulted me into the sun. There is a haunting vibe mix of Fake Love from MDP and the choir reminded me of that. I'm really really loving this song so far and they literally just showed us almost the same thing twice 😭 but I'm already so obsessed with it. AND THE DANCERS? LIKE PTD ON STAGE BLACK SWAN??? JIMIN IN THE CENTER??? And the dancers mimicking the choir's screams??? There is so much to unpack here, I need to go on twitter and find people who have the braincells to unpack all this 😂

And now back to my previous ask: Omg don't even mention Jimin dancing in water or rain to me 😭 I would d.e. Oh and yeah you're right, he probably has more outfits in the mv I DIDN'T EVEN THINK OF THAT 😭😭😭

I know exactly what eyes you're talking about and I hate him when he does that. I generally consider myself a soft Jimin stan b̶u̶t̶ l̶a̶t̶e̶l̶y̶ h̶e̶ r̶e̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ m̶a̶k̶e̶s̶ m̶e̶ w̶a̶n̶t̶ t̶o̶ c̶l̶i̶m̶b̶ h̶i̶m̶

Oh, but then you also won yesterday as yoonminkook biased 😎 Yoongi with a puppy 🥺😭

ALSO DID YOU SEE WHAT PDOGG POSTED? Jimin is ending 2023 kpop??? AND WE ONLY GOT 2 TEASERS BUT I'D SAY HE ALREADY ENDED EVERYTHING?? I'm like kinda thankful the next thing we are getting (at least according to the schedule, I'm side eyeing bighit with the surprise drops because there is still a day tomorrow) is the actual mv because it'd be insane if I had to sit through another teaser and not have the actual song. And I'm SO excited to learn what SMF is about and his thought process and what kind of promotion he'll do and talk about his album and his experience and what he learned and maybe Joon will talk about the album too and i will just have so much Jimin content every day 🥺🥺 -🦋

under read more again lmaoo <3333

YESSSS the yt shorts version has stronger background vocalization. and yep yep it sounds like a high female opera like voice but its haunting dhjfhdj idk how to explain it. pls i feel like the song is really going to make me cry.. not just because of the lyrics that might be emotional but also because the intensity of the song might make me overwhelmed. it sounds soooooo energetic and aggressive rn im gonna be so overwhelmed when we finally get to hear the whole thing. AND YES. the dancers the formation the vibes i agree with everyone saying its giving fake love + black swan + on DGFHDJJFD. and the dancers have been posting stories of the teaser saying "the king is coming" and things like that i just think its gonna be fucking insane. omg yes if you find theories send them my way because i have 1 braincell which is all about jimin jimin jimin it is incapable for any other coherent thought <3 (and u did not hear me say this but the third paragraph in ur ask hahahahahahhahha same) OMG RIGHT i forgot they released the photoshoot sketch yesterday 😭😭😭😭 i only saw snippets of yoongi being an absolute goofball i am yet to watch the sketch but i will now after answering this <3 AND YES OFCOURSE I SAW IT. PDOGG. DO U UNDERSTAND WHAT IT MEANS WHEN A PRODUCER LIKE PDOGG SAYS SOMETHING LIKE THIS? JIMIN DID NOT COME TO PLAY. two teasers and he's already made everyone lose their goddamn minds imagine what'll happen when the actual song will release. and god i agree i literally cannot wait i don't need to be teased anymore give me the song already!!!!!!! im sure we'll get joon talking about the songs he participated in when he comes live next hehe i hope he does <3333 and yes please i need to hear jimin talk about it too. i hope he tells us about the inside stories and his thought process behind the album and the songs i would love nothing more than to hear him talk about his art 🥺🥺🥺💖

#🦋 anon #anonymous #replied

[thenatvral]

FTR: For those who don’t know, who are The Natvral?

Kip: Oh, that’s me— Kip. I usually just write songs and play ‘em with my electric guitar. As my surname is Berman I didn’t want to be confused with the legendary David Berman of Silver Jews, and I didn’t think I’d be confused with Robert Redford playing a past-prime erstwhile baseball phenom with one last shot at redemption— but… maybe.

FTR: You’ve just released your second album, Summer of No Light, what can you tell me about recording the record?

Kip: We just went over to Andy Savours studio in Willesden (London) and banged out 9 songs, mostly live. I did blow out my voice at an ill-advised 90s hip hop night before we were going to do the vocals, so we were forced to use the scratch vocals (the ones you sing when you’re recording live so you don’t get lost), but it worked out alright.

Andy’s brilliant, and has been there with me at every step of this project (as well as 2 records with PAINS). I credit him with not letting us get up our own backsides. I think he does a lot of other groups that want to “use the studio as an instrument, man” – and “redefine what a G chord could sound like if played on Venus.” But I’m grateful he was pretty keen on us just using our instruments as an instrument and getting to the pub at a reasonable hour before making it home to do bedtime with his kid.

FTR: I was intrigued to read the album was inspired by the climate crisis of 1816, do you think there’s anything we can learn from that as we face our own crisis?

Kip: Hide? Get fucked up? Write Frankenstein to pass the time?

Nah, I’m not sure if it’s applicable. The one in 1816 wasn’t anyone’s fault – unless you blame the Volcano gods of the South Pacific. This one seems like everyone’s fault. Maybe there’s something to be said about harnessing crises for the sake of art – but I think most people would prefer to forego cataclysm where possible— or at least I would. Dying of plague while under siege during the Peloponnesian War wasn’t any more palatable cuz “Euripides was channeling this shit for the ages,” was it? That said, I suppose you gotta keep doing the non-essential things in life, because those are actually the essential things in life.

FTR: Much of the record was written at the height of the COVID-19 pandemic. Do you think the record would have turned out differently without it?

Kip: I am fully aware no one needs to hear another person’s account of “what it was like during lockdown” – as these experiences are sadly universal. Everyone dealt with the same shit. Some had it worse than others, and we can all laugh at the celebrities that sang “Imagine” by their swimming pools. But I don’t think it’s a huge departure to also mock “the guy who wrote an album in his basement” between bleaching milk cartons and reflecting upon a familiar world that vanished suddenly, exacerbating the isolation and alienation that was already rampant in modern life. Right?

That being said, it’s very easy to write songs that do not give a hoot about what anyone thinks when you are pretty sure there’s not going to be anyone to think anything of them. It’s freeing— that sense that, “well, this won’t matter to anyone but me.” I’ve never been able to fully escape vanity or a sense of expectation in my writing. I’m too petty or prickly to be that zen. But for a brief period in early 2020, I got about as close to writing without any corrupting consideration – and while the album doesn’t relate to what was happening in the world, its formation was born of that weird, dumb moment.

FTR: I was struck by the way the record feels at times very domesticated and others almost fantastical. Do you think there’s an element of escapism in the record? Was music an outlet when you were stuck at home?

Kip: Yes. But isn’t it just an outgrowth of a feeling one gets even without state mandated isolation? Like, Odysseus gets home – finally – and that homecoming was the thing that animated most of all his actions for a decade or so (except for chilling with that not-his-wife on that island for a long bit). And then almost as soon as he gets home, he’s all “gotta go.” I’m not quite that way, but there’s a continual desire to idealize domesticity when you’re away, and yearn for adventure when you’re home. I’m certain I’m not unique in that.

FTR: You’ve obviously been making music for quite some time now, how do you think the current climate for musicians compares to when you started making music?

Kip: To be fair, I think my old band could have only happened as it did in this strange in-between era when the old “major” system was crumbling and the internet briefly offered equal access to unsigned or indie artists to reach the same level of listeners that you would have once only seen by handing your demo tape to a smarmy A+R guy in LA with the hope that maybe you were deemed marketable. Sure, great indie bands existed in the 80s and 90s – but so many of them never got the chance to have the experiences we did, and for that I’m humbled and grateful. But Myspace and the mp3 blogosphere was essential in people discovering PAINS without having to “get signed.” We played to our 12 friends at Cakeshop – suddenly some guy in Sweden wanted us to play to his 12 friends, only he had more than 12 friends.

Now, it seems the mp3 blogs are gone – with For the Rabbits being a notable and wondrous exception. It’s harder to find ways to get your music out to people, whether it’s through recommendations at a local record store or people online saying what you’re up to is worthwhile. My record label Dirty Bingo is lovely and helpful, but it’s just a guy in London named Sasha who probably has some difficult conversations with his partner about why he’s doing what he’s doing and if he can “get those boxes out of the basement soon.” I am familiar. I think power has reformulated itself behind maybe 2 or 3 very for-profit oriented websites that prefer a celebrity gossip model (who someone is dating gets more clicks than what they’re making), and I’m pretty sure streaming services have monetized their “playlists and discovery” to cater to modern payola in a familiar pay-to-play model. Bandcamp is still relatively “noble” but an indie label told me that even their promotional/editorial consideration is weighted to their own manufacturing and distribution program.

But this system will be smashed too, someday. Even if I’m not a 17 year old kid, I know young people will consistently seek what is meaningful and real to them in ways that (briefly) escape the clutches of huge companies trying to exploit it. The exploitation will inevitably (or not?) follow, but for a few shining moments – that good stuff shines through. I think of Teenage Fanclub on SNL or Huggy Bear on The Word – and to paraphrase the latter, “this (will be) happening without your permission.”

FTR: If you were starting your career from scratch, do you think music would be a viable option as a career?

Kip: There’s a friend I have that runs a small label, and he only signs bands that are (usually) a certain age and able to tour constantly. Yes, he likes the music he puts out and much of it is good, but everything is through the lens of “is this a viable career.”

I have another friend who runs a label who just puts out music he likes. He’s constantly out of money, but seems not to mind. He works with all kinds of artists, and yes – some of them break through – but most of them are the kind of bands that play a DIY popfest here or there and exist far from the conversations about “relevant indie artists” that make year end lists.

I may be naive, but in my heart I know that the truest music often comes from less commercially viable people – people that don’t even care if their music is commercially viable – people who live on the margins, and may not be creating for the sake of money, but simply because they feel compelled in their heart to get something inside their bodies out there.

I know you can argue against this too, saying that creating without thought of anyone buying something is its own kind of privilege. But the tools to make music are so cheap now, you can make bedroom records that sound interesting and powerful. And if a music career is your goal, I think the surest way of not having a music career is to make the kind of music you think you “should” make, not the kind of music you want to make.

FTR: Are you going to be taking this record on the road? What can people expect from The Natvral live show?

Kip: I don’t know. I would like to. I’ve been playing mostly just on my own – which can seem like “less than ideal” – but for this music, it might actually be the ideal.

FTR: A lot of people will know you from The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart. How do you think your songwriting now compares to writing for the band? Are you conscious of trying to do something different to what came before?

Kip: I stand by what I did in PAINS. I don’t want to put that part of my life down, just because I’m focussed on different ideas and different ideals now. In a way, I think what animates me about music is the same – immediacy and getting out the feelings that can’t be said, so they have to be sung. Just about everything about my life and how I record – even my voice itself – is different now, but I think there’s more similarities to these projects than might seem superficially apparent.

I sometimes wish I was notable enough only so someone insightful would write critically about my music and life, cuz I can never tell if I’m lying to myself— if I’m full of bullshit or not. I’ve recently been listening to biographical music podcasts (The History of Rock’n’roll in 500 songs by Andrew Hickey) while driving and love reading biographies (or autobiographies) of artists i love (Please Kill Me, Our Band Could Be Your Life, Chronicles, Meet Me In the Bathroom, Waging Heavy Peace, Coal Black Mornings and its follow up). So much of what people think they’re doing is wrong – or at least, there’s things you can’t see in yourself, even if your work is inward looking. Actually, maybe I don’t want to know – maybe it would be crushing. Delusion is a thing you both need and need to avoid in able to be foolish enough to write a song.

FTR: What’s next for The Natvral?

Kip: I have a bunch of songs that I wrote before this album came out that seem to bookend this period of The Natvral, tentatively titled “Love in Idleness.” I hope to track ‘em like I did the last 2 records with Andy Savours, and, knock wood, that will stand up as a cohesive 3 album run. It doesn’t mean the end, it’s just that these songs are all built in a similar way – a bit rough and ready and all-of-a-kind.

#the natvral #dirty bingo records #kip berman #summer of no light #for the rabbits #interview #the pains of being pure at heart

[fuckyeahcadence]

 Yesterday, Sunday, I went to The Eras Tour. I was supposed to go on friday but it got cancelled, so my concert ended up being the last one in Argentina; and by the way, this was my first concert ever, 

 This was the most magical and exciting experience of my life. I don't even know what to say, but I'm so so happy we made Taylor feel so loved and we showed the power of our crowd to her.

I will talk about this concert, one. era. at a time. 

Before the concert began, I talked with the girl who was on the seat next to me; she was so nice! I gave her bracelets. We talked about our favourite albums, which surprise songs we wanted... that was so relieving for me, since I am so so SO shy and I was feeling so nervous.

1. Lover

It's been a long time coming for sure. I was already screaming the songs, I was tearing up, I couldn't believe I was there. It all felt like a dream... It was funny to sing "You Need To Calm Down", when I was the one who needed to calm down!! hahaha.  When Lover started, I felt the need to hug someone and I NEVER hug people; that's the power Taylor has.

2. Fearless

Oh god. This era was when my mind started going "this can't be happening. oh my god. this is awesome. i need to contact little me and tell her what's going on. oh my god oh my god.". I grew up more with Red and 1989, but there were songs from Fearless (debut and speak now, too) that I've been listening to forever (& always). You Belong With me is one of them. There was a thing Spotify made last year, it was like a time capsule of songs, one of the questions was "which song would you want to hear live this year?", and I chose "You Belong With Me".        It happened.        My mind remembers the music video, hating the cheerleader, loving the nerd, the story this song tells will always warm my heart.

3. Evermore

This era was so chaotic and fun and it felt like I was watching a movie!! I mean, Tolerate It and Willow? AHHHHHHHHHH. Before Champagne Problems, Taylor said that it took her a while (yeah haha) to come to Argentina and she's never going to make that mistake again. So possibly for her next tour she'll come here again and I am so excited!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

4. reputation

EVERYONE WAS SCREAMING "VA A REPUTAAAAAAR!! AAAAAAAAAAHhh!!". I got to experience the "1, 2, 3, let's go bitch" in person!! and I listened to the high notes in Ready For It? and Don't Blame Me live!!!!!!!!! AND Look What You Made Me Do live was HEALING. IT WAS A HEALING EXPERIENCE, it just hit so hard!!! GOOOOOD.

5. Speak Now

Ah ah ah, Ah ah ah. I WAS ENCHANTED TO MEET YOU, TAYLOR. Seeing her in that gorgeous dress, singing Enchanted: it was a fairytale. And I cried my eyes out during Long Live. SOMEDAY, WE WILL BE REMEMBERED.

6. Red

I remember this album (the original version) was the latest album Taylor had released when I found out about her and her music. So hearing these songs live was magical. I don't know about you, but I'm feeling 22! Also, honourable mention to Taylor's dancer who screamed "¡ni en pedo!" the three nights. I LOVED THAT. I Knew You Were Trouble is an ICONIC Taylor Swift song and I'm so happy I got to experience it. And of course, All Too Well... the whole stadium was red. All the bracelets were burning red. Everyone screamed "fuck the patriarchy!". I'll remember this all too well.

7. folklore

"So we have brought the folklore cabin to Argentina, haven't we?". folklore is another album that feels like a movie, or a book; when you see Taylor laying down and singing "you meet some woman on the internet and take, her, home..." you forget you're in the stadium full of people for a second. Betty! oh god! I will never forgive James for what he did to you. I'm sorry I sing along to every line of his apology. OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOD and that transition, from August to Illicit Affairs- AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Illicit Affairs is my second favourite song on folklore (after mirrorball). DON'T. CALL. ME. KID. DON'T. CALL. ME. BABY.

8. 1989

I stayed out too late last night and I loved every second of it. I danced a lot during the 1989 era and it was so so fun. I adore the Bad Blood coreography; and the fact that there was FIRE during this song. AHHHHHH. I could feel the heat!! It was awesome!!!

SURPRISE SONGS

Was this even real? I still can't believe it. She sang BETTER THAN REVENGE. I thought she'd never EVER sing this song again. Better Than Revenge is the song I play in my bedroom so loud that if someone screams in another room, I wouldn't hear them. It's one of my favourite songs. I could have never guessed this was going to be my surprise song, however, I am MORE than happy that it was.

Then, "Slut!". This was such a clever combination, I mean, Better than Revenge + Slut? It's so great. I remember when I first listened to Slut, it felt so nostalgic (well, probably because it was written 10 years ago haha). Taylor's voice was magical.

9. Midnights

And finally, Midnights. I started to feel a bit sad because I knew that the show was about to end now, but I decided to give it my all and 'be the loudest woman this town has ever seen'. Lavender Haze, Anti-Hero, Midnight Rain, Vigilante Shit, Bejeweled, Mastermind, Karma... every song was phenomenal. I love how she made the decision to end the show with Karma, such a fun song to leave us dancing and wanting more. Thank you, Taylor Swift. I love you. !!

#the eras tour argentina #the eras tour #BETTER THAN REVENGE #fav #my show #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #ts #ahhhhhh #the eras era #the eras movie #the eras taylor swift #the eras icons #concert #taylor swift #taylor alison swift

[rusted-sun]

Hey, the Mechanisms seem cool, wanna talk more about them to me?

DAMN RIGHT I DO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i am like. listening to them on loop. nothing else jsut these silly space pirates. oh my god.

highly HIGHLY recommend them!!

the main gist of them is that theyre immortal space pirates who like go around and sing about fucked up events and tragedies in various worlds and universes!!

the story albums are basically retellings of actual stories/folklore but everyones some flavor of queer and its always explicitly stated in the lyrics or narration bits in-between songs!!

all of the band members have their own character lore as well thats mentioned troughout all the albums. i believe most of it is in tales to be told vol 1 and 2? but a ton is also dropped in the other story based albums where theyre included in the plot to just fuck shit up!!

speaking of the albums, theres 7 in total (8 if we count frankenstein but its just a single) and imo, the best way to get the full experience is listen to the albums in order of release (aka start w once upon a time in space and end with the death of the mechanisms) and read along the lyrics. at least thats what my autistic ass did so i can get every single lore crumb absorbed into my veins like crack cocaine dhgfjkghdsk

i have like. no clue what to talk about cuz theres SO MUCH but anyways best band member is the toy soldier, i love it so much, og reason i use it/its pronouns. its just a little freak and i love it for that <3 and also gunpowder tim but hes for more trans reasons because ngl, transition goals

also this is them (but without of marius and raphaella). this is how they did concerts, fully decked out in their character outfits. full on LARPing and i adore it its so silly and theyre so real for that

#response #villainsally #id do a better job answering more concrete questions instead of just generally rambling cuz i am in that stage of obsession where i #i dont know anything anymore unless prompted to know #i am so so unwell about them i am eating up any crumb of information i can get about the character lore or the demo songs #ROSE RED DEMO MY BELOVED BY THE WAY 10/10

[itsallyscorner]

request:

maybe like a part 2 where the reader was a singer!

but maybe like everyone in the marvel cast goes to the sweetener world tour to suprised them n congratulate them?

Thank you for the request, hun! I appreciate you for reading my other stuff and suggesting a part 2! Now that I think about it, I might make the whole singer thing into its own series of imagines and headcanons! Just a thought🥰 Happy reading!❤️

A/n: I’ve never been to an Ari concert, so I don’t know the set list, but enjoy my loves❤️

💌.

Sweetener

(She’s so pretty ugh)

You looked at yourself in the mirror. You leaned forward making sure your makeup was all good and to check if your lipstick has smeared onto your face.

“Everything good, hun?” Your makeup artist, Perrie, chirped from behind you. You took a step back, getting one more look.

“Yes Ma’am.” You turned to her and she was holding up the familiar bottle of setting spray.

“One more spray for good measure.” She motioned for you to close your eyes and you did. You breathed in through your nose as you felt the vibrations of the arena. The mix of the music playing out on stage mixed with the cheering of your fans added to your adrenaline.

The tour was finally at Inglewood, California, the last stop of the Sweetener World Tour. You had been traveling around the world for the past 10 months, performing every night in a different country or state. As tiring as it sounded, you absolutely loved the experience. Not only were you traveling and seeing new places, you were meeting your fans from different countries and doing what you loved. After 101 shows and 3 tour legs, it was finally coming to an end. The ending of tour was always bittersweet. You’ve been traveling with multiple people and crew who have grown to be another family. You were going to miss them so much but it was time for you to go back home to your real family. Not only have you missed your parents and siblings, but you also needed the rest. 10 months of nonstop traveling definitely took a toll on you. But nonetheless, it was all worth it.

“All done!” You opened your eyes to see Perrie smiling at you.

“Thank you so much!” You pulled her into a hug as your eyes began to water. You groaned playfully and tilted your head back.

“I’m gonna miss you doing my makeup everyday. Ugh, I haven’t even gone out on stage yet and I’m crying already.” You laughed through tears as Perrie began to protest.

“(Y/n), I swear if you mess up your makeup, you’re never going to hear the end of it. Cry later!” She laughed as she tried to get you to stop the tears from falling.

She gripped onto your arms and yelled, “NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY REMEMBER?” You bursted out laughing at her reference. You waved your hands at your eyes and when they finally felt normal, you looked straight.

“Okok, I think I’m good.” You released a breath as you smiled sweetly at her, “I love you!” You giggled pulling her into another hug.

“I love you too, darling. Have fun out there, you’re going to do amazing like always.” She squeezed you tight before letting you go. Victoria, one of your dancers and friend, peaked her head into the room.

“You ready? They’re waiting for you in the circle.” She informed you holding a hand out. The circle was like a pre-show ritual you had backstage with all the dancers and crew. You took her hand as you all walked out the makeup room. Your heels clicked against the floors, echoing in the hallway. The closer you got to the stage the louder the fans got and the stronger the vibrations got.

The circle was already gathered with all the dancers and crew. When Scott, another one of your dancers and friend, noticed you he began to cheer. Everyone followed along as you entered the circle. You were tucked in between Scott and Brian, who were twins. The two have been your dancers since the beginning and still are how many years later. You were truly grateful for them and everyone who was included in your Sweetener family.

“Damn. Last show ya’ll!” You began causing them to all cheer. You waited till they quieted down, shyly laughing, before continuing.

“Um, I don’t wanna get all emotional and shit right before going on stage. I’m gonna look like a mess out there with my mascara running down my face. Perrie I’m sorry!” You laughed. “I just wanna say, thank you to every single one of y’all. You guys have been the most fucking amazing people to work with. You guys have been working day and night to make the show as spectacular as it is and I love you all so much. You guys are my family and I can’t wait to write another album so I can tour with y’all again. I just want to hug every single one of you, you guys mean so much to me. Like literally, from the bottom of my heart I love all of you so much. I know I’ve said that like multiple times, but I really mean it. Y’all are gonna get a fatass check after this.” You finished making everyone laughing again. By now a few tears have made its way down your face. You even saw a few people’s eyes well up.

You laughed as you heard a chorus of “I love yous” as everyone squeezed in for a group hug.

“Alright! That’s enough crying, let’s get this show on the road!” You cheered to help everyone from crying. Everyone moved out the circle and got into places.

Before you can get in place, Perrie pulled you aside to fix up your makeup. Your stylists began smoothing out your skirt and making sure your knee high boots were securely on. Next was to get your earpiece on while one of the stage hands gave you your mic. From backstage you could hear the intro to the concert playing causing the fans to scream louder.

You got into place as you got the signal to start singing. You sang the opening lyrics of Raindrops (An Angel Cried) and began to smile as your fans sang along.

The platform began to move up when you finished and the beat of God Is A Woman began to play. You were now on the stage, the sea of white lights looking back at you. The adrenaline was still running through your veins. You performed the song, acing every move of the dance you’ve learned 10 months ago.

When the last note of God Is A Woman played, all the lights turned off except for the red lights on the stage.

“INGLEWOOD!” You yelled into your mic, your fans cheering even louder than before. You shared an excited smile with Brian.

“Welcome to the Sweetener World Tour!” And with that the opening notes of Bad Idea began to play, the show finally kicking off.

You were in the middle of singing R.E.M which was part of Act 2 of the concert. You moved towards the pit to see familiar faces beaming up at you.

“Boy, you’re such a drea— oh my god!” You squealed as you saw the pit full of your Marvel cast mates. You saw all the Chris’, both of the Tom’s, Robert, Scarlett, Elizabeth, almost everyone you’ve worked with in Marvel was there. You got down to your knees to touch their outstretched hands.

The fans screamed as the camera from stage panned down to the pit where all the actors were. You took the mic away from your mouth and leaned down to them.

“What are you guys doing here?” You asked them through the loud arena.

Scarlett, Brie, and Lizzie were the nearest to the stage.

“We’re here to surprise you! It’s your last show and we wanted to be here for it!” Scarlett yelled over the track that was playing.

“We’ll catch up later, keep going!” Lizzie urged you to continue the concert with a toothy grin.

You held onto Brie’s hand as you sang to them, “Inglewood let me hear ya’ll! Excuse me um...”

“I LOVE YOU!” The fans sang back to you, including your cast mates. You dusted your knees off and continued to walk around the ramp. Before you could leave, you sent an excited wave to Brie and the rest of them.

~After the show~

You hopped off the platform that brought you down from the stage and were greeted by a bunch of congratulations and cheering. You and your dancers shared another group hug.

“(Y/N)!” You heard a familiar voice yell. You follow the voice and see Anthony waving at you with his infamous grin. He was accompanied by the rest of the cast behind him. You run towards them and jump into Anthony’s outstretched arms.

“I’m so sorry, I’m sweaty, but I’m so happy to see all of you!” You wrapped your arms around Anthony’s neck as he spun the two of you around. He let you go and you were suddenly being pulled into hugs by everyone.

When you got to Robert, a proud smile was on his face as he cradled your face, “Sweetheart, that was amazing. You’ve outdone yourself.” He pressed a fatherly kiss to your forehead and pulled you into a hug.

“Thank you.” You laughed, your eyes welling up with tears once again. Next was Chris (E) who playfully shoved Robert.

“Stop it, you’re hogging her! Let me hug (y/n)!” He childishly whined. He gasped when he saw your eyes watering.

“And you made her cry! C’mere.” His arms enveloped around you as he hugged you tightly.

In your ear his whispered, “You absolutely killed it.”

You thank him and move on to Scarlett who already had her arms out for you, “Surprise!”

“This was your idea?” You asked her as she hugged you. A cheeky grin quirked on her lips.

“Maybe” she teased dragging the ‘e’. You hugged her again as she laughed into your shoulder.

“Thank you, Scar. This means so much.”

“It’s not a problem, honey. We just wanted to see you together while you did your thing up on stage.”

You were now full on crying through a smile as your Marvel family showed you mass amounts of love. You stumbled into Tom (Holland) who instantly grabbed you into a bear hug. Tom’s actually seen your show in London with his friends and brothers, so this was his second time seeing you perform.

“You know what’s so crazy?” He asked you leaning down to your ear so you can hear him.

“What?”

“It’s literally just as great as it was in London. Like everything looks the same, you sound exactly the same, everything! The show was fantastic!” He looked at you with wide eyes with so much amazement on his face.

You laughed at him and patted his shoulder, “Thank you, Tom.”

Suddenly there was a commotion a few feet away from you. You saw Robert standing on one of the cases your crew used to store equipment in.

“ATTENTION EVERYONE!” When everyone backstage was looking at him Robert sent them a sweet smile and was handed a megaphone.

“Alright, so I gotta say, (y/n), you definitely know how to throw a show. Everyone who was part of this tour, your hard work pays off because that show was the most fun I’ve had in a while! (Y/n), you keep surprising us everyday with your talent and I hope you get to do more of what you love in the future. As my way of thanking you all for throwing such an amazing night, I want to take out every single one of you for dinner! I just rented out a whole restaurant just for all of us and I hope to see all of you there!” Robert said into the megaphone. A round of cheers and claps were heard from everyone at the announcement. As everyone began to file out, you were being called to get out of your costume.

Before you can turn to leave you hugged Robert and looked at all your cast mates who showed up for the night.

“Thank you guys for being here, it really means a lot.” You sniffled, wiping a tear from your face.

“And you, I can’t believe you rented out a restaurant for my crew, thank you Robert.” The older man just waves you off as he slung his arm around your shoulder.

“Not a problem, sweetheart. We wanted to be here and we are all so proud of you, you’ve come a long way, (y/n).” He gave your shoulders a squeeze.

“Now run along now, you still need to get changed and I’m starving. Go.” He teasingly turned you towards your stylists. You rolled your eyes as you waved at all of them.

“We’ll see you at the restaurant!” You heard Brie yell after you. You quickly turn back, “OK, I LOVE YOU!”

The further you got you heard Evans scream, “I LOVE YOU TOO!” You turned down the hall, your laugh echoing against its walls.

That was definitely one way to end a tour.

#marvel #mcu #avengers #chris evans #chris evans x reader #marvel cast x teen!reader #marvel cast x reader #robert downey jr x reader #Scarlett Johansson x reader #anthony mackie x reader #brie larson x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #Brie Larson #Scarlett Johansson #anthony mackie #robert downey jr #ally’s requests

[wheeier]

no taking back

summary: it was only fun and games. but steve had other plans.

warnings: modern au, tooth-rotting fluff i guess, little but of swearing

+ olivia rodrigo’s sour album (stream besties), the movie tangled at the end because it just radiates as a comfort movie

yes a modern au !!! i just saw this on tiktok (the sour part, but the rest was my idea!) and thought it was so cute so it gave me an idea to make it as a fic, enjoy !!!

steve harrington x fem!reader

olivia rodrigo’s new album just released and you were thrilled to listen to it and stream it the whole day.

when you finally got to listen to it, you asked your friends—robin, nancy, and the party, if they listened to it and which ones were their favorites.

robin told you that her top three were hope ur ok, jealousy, jealousy, and brutal.

nancy said she really loved favorite crime.

max said hers was also brutal.

el told you that she played good 4 u and traitor on repeat that hopper had to go into her room to turn it down.

when mike comes over to the cabin he can assure that el does indeed play them on repeat and get pissy about it (but he secretly loves the album, but he wouldn’t let her or anyone know that).

and lastly lucas and dustin are fans of deja vu and 1 step forward 3 steps back. max even told you that they would sing the bridge of deja vu on the top of their lungs.

you slightly laughed at the memory of them telling you about it.

however, there’s one more person that you haven’t talked to about it yet.

steve.

your smile faltered and faded when he came across in your mind.

your feelings for him had deepened over the time and listening to the sour album made it feel like you two had broken up, which in fact, is not true because you were never together in the first place.

suddenly, an idea popped in your head. instead of being sad about steve, you thought about texting him, although it’s almost 1AM, you knew he’d still be up.

Sailor Man

You: hey

You: u up?

Sailor Man: duh

Sailor Man: this has been our nightly routine u always bother me when i’m about to go to sleep

You: fuck off

You: don’t pretend that you’re not binge watching outer banks until 4am

Sailor Man: i’m not?!?

You: yeah right

You: anyways

You: can u do me a favor

Sailor Man: will i get free pizza afterwards

You: no

Sailor Man: k

You: what the fuck

You: fine

Sailor Man: hehe

Sailor Man: what’s the favor ;)

You: dont get me started with that winky face i swear ure so dead when i see you at the wheeler’s house tomorrow

You: have you listened to olivia rodrigo’s new album

Sailor Man: ohh the bitter album?

You: ITS SOUR DUMBASS

Sailor Man: I DONT KNOW?!?

You: I CANT DO THIS HJAGSK

Sailor Man: shut up

Sailor Man: i’ve heard some of the songs but i haven’t fully listened to them

Sailor Man: why

You: can you like

You: ask me to be ur girlfriend then break up with me right after so i can experience and actually feel the whole sour album

Sailor Man: what

You: just do it !!

Sailor Man: you’re so funny (y/n/n)

Sailor Man: okay

Sailor Man: will you be my girlfriend?

You: yes !!!

You: ...

You: hello

You: dont tell me u fell asleep

Sailor Man: i’m not doing the last part you might as well forget about it

You: wjat

Sailor Man: :D

You: wtf

You: okay steve cut it out i’m not doing this anymore u’re not funny

Sailor Man: nope

Sailor Man: go to sleep we’re dating now that’s how this works

Sailor Man: okay i dont know if you’re still reading this now and i am terrified to say this to you in person like TERRIFIED. might piss my pants if i did. so (y/n/n), my favorite dumbass, my favorite person to talk to at night even if it interrupts my binge watching marathon, you make me so happy to the point that even when i sleep you’re still in my dreams. i like you. i have like the biggest fattest crush on you. and thank you for doing that sour album thing or whatever, because of that i get to finally ask you out

you rolled on your back after you read the message, facing the ceiling as your mind processed what just happened. was he playing with you? was he actually serious about asking you out?

Incoming video call...

Sailor Man

you took a deep breath before tapping the green button and placing it back down on the bed.

“hey,” you can tell that he was tired based on his voice. “can you show your face, please? i miss you.”

ignoring the butterflies in your stomach, you hesitantly lifted the phone and shifted your position to lay on your side. “hey.”

“hey yourself.” steve grins. that stupid grin that makes your stomach turn, that grin you always want to see everyday.

“what’s..up?” you avoided looking at him and started to admire your surroundings and the posters placed on your wall. this was the only time you were glad you weren’t with him in person.

“i just wanted to see if you’re okay.” of course he will ask that. he's steve. he cares about other more than himself.

“i am, thanks.” you showed a smile that doesn't reach your ears and steve knew something was bothering you. “hey, look. i'm sorry about my confession- if it made you uncomfortable i'm sorry-”

“no,” you cut him off, looking back at his face on the screen. “i’m fine, really. you don't have to apologize. i was just, surprised.”

there was silence between the two of you for a few seconds, before you spoke again. “did you mean it?” you voice was only above whisper but steve managed to hear them. “of course,” he answered almost too quick, without any hesitation. “i've been trying to find the perfect opportunity and had been asking god for signs because i can't make a move myself-”

“asking god?” you chuckled and steve smiled hearing them, glad that he somehow lightened the mood. “well, more like begging.” he continues and you giggled.

once your laughter died you both fell into silence again. you still couldn’t believe that out of a fun joke, it would turn into a whole another situation. “so, um.. just so you know, i’m not mad, or upset, or anything. i really was just surprised. it felt like a dream because i didn’t know that you like me back and all i did was just supposed to be a fun joke but—”

“hold on, back?”

“what?”

“like you back. you said i like you back.” steve sat up on his bed and fixed his hair as his eyes widened. “i did...” you said slowly, not catching up.

“does that mean you..”

then it hit you. “oh, right. yeah. i- i like you..too.” you waited for his reaction and once you saw him smile you couldn’t stop yourself from doing the same.

“i knew it. and well, i guess that confirms it. we’re dating now. no taking back.” he smirks then laughs when your rolled your eyes. “don’t flatter yourself, harrington. i did not say shit.” you pointed your index finger on the screen, barely containing your giggles.

“based on your beautiful smile i think you don’t need to say it. i like you, and you like me. we’re dating.” steve gives you a teasing smile. you tried keeping your serious face but it won’t last longer so you finally smiled again. “alright, fine. no taking backs. we’re dating.” you said then laughed as he whisper-yelled ‘yes!’ while fist pumping the air.

he soon joined your laughter and you stayed like that until your jaw was pretty much in pain because of your smiles. when it was all quiet again, you both just admired each other’s presence through the screens of your phones. “i wish i was there with you.” he mumbles. “yeah, me too.” you hugged your cold pillow beside you, closing your eyes for a moment and imagining it as steve.

“are your parents home?”

you snorted at his random question. “i’m actually alone right now, they’re out because dad got promoted at his work so he and mom and i think a few friends went out to celebrate. they should be home by an hour or two. why?”

“nothing.” was all he said before hanging up. you were left confused but then he’s your best friend after all, so you knew right then and there that he’ll do something stupid. after you turned your phone off you suddenly felt watching a movie so you went to the kitchen to make some popcorn.

when it was finished and had been put in a bowl, that’s when you heard your doorbell rang—in a pattern which you recognize, and only one person does that.

you let out a quiet laugh when you realized who it was and set the bowl on the counter before opening the door.

“hi!” steve greeted you with a smile. “uh, hi?” you laughed nervously and stepped aside for him to go in. “i smell popcorn, are we having a movie night?” he says as he steps inside and shrugged off his jacket. “actually yeah, i’m planning on watching—”

“tangled.” he finishes off, you subconsciously smiled upon hearing your favorite movie. “how’d you know?”

steve snatches a few popcorns from the bowl as you both arrived in the kitchen. “(y/n), you have watched that movie 7 times this week and always gush to me about it.”

“well, you’re the only one that is around my age that i can talk to with that movie. robin and nancy aren’t that into it.” you replied, grabbing the bowl and making your way back to your bedroom, steve following your heels. “and you think i’m the best option to talk to about that?” he asks, plopping down on your bed and resting his back on the headboard.

“you’re not complaining.” you shrugged as you grabbed your laptop and sat beside steve.

“yeah, probably because i like you.” it came out of his mouth casually. you froze in place and felt your cheeks heat up, finally nodding your head slowly, “..probably.” as you typed in the movie in your laptop you felt steve scoot closer, making your breath hitch.

you were both in a comfortable silence while watching the movie, except for a few jokes and comments that steve makes and him explaining how similar he was to flynn rider.

“you know, since i’m eugene, you could be rapunzel.” he suddenly says. you eyes were still on the screen but your eyebrows furrowed. “why? i’m nothing like her.”

finally looking at steve, you almost screamed how he was already looking at you. “oh, you are so rapunzel. you may not have the longest hair in the world, but you are pretty much similar.” he replies, smiling and not taking his eyes off of you.

you paused the movie and shifted your body towards him, intrigued by his explaination. “how so?”

“well, first off,” steve starts, resting his hands on the soft mattress. “you’re both sweet, you’re both a huge ray of sunshine, have gorgeous eyes and smile, and eugene is head over heels over you — and since he doesn’t exist in real life, i’d like to be the substitute.” he finished with a confident smile.

after about three seconds, you burst out of laughter. you laughed. as much as he loves the sound of your laugh, he can’t help but pout. “(y/n), i’m trying to be sweet here!”

“i’m sorry!- it’s just- i can’t help but laugh at your flirting.” you managed to say between your laughs. you know he’s kidding but he looked at you like he was offended.

your laughter died down and held steve’s face. “it’s cute, sorry.” you mumble with a little laugh. when he finally smiled you turned to your laptop and continued the movie.

steve gazes at you for a few more seconds before watching the movie with you again. “thank you.” you whisper, glancing at him.

“you’re very much welcome, my rapunzel.” he says smiling before he slides a bit down on the bed so his head could reach your shoulder and rests it there.

you giggled as you heard him whisper,

“thank you, olivia rodrigo.”

#steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington fluff #fluff #imagines #stranger things imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things fic #cute fic #i hope you enjoyed help #fluff fic #steve harrington x reader imagine #sour #sour olivia rodrigo #tangled

[thismaydestroyme]

Little Did I Know

Summary: In this short story Harry is famous, and he moved into a town during the summer to relax and potentially write some new songs for his upcoming album. I’m not sure if I’ll include some song lyrics, but if I do, I will take a piece of a lyric from a different song and pretend it’s his. 

Word Count: 2,272

“Sweetie, can you walk Cosmo?” Y/N hears her mom shouting from downstairs. 

“Yes, mom!” She says.  

Y/N is on her bed with her headphones on due to having a neighbor who’s living across her street who just moved in. For the past weeks there’s been a lot of moving trunks and ruckus because there’s a musician living among them. 

Y/N is a 21 year old girl who wants to be part of the music industry, but she doesn’t know shit. All she knows is that she loves music, and music is part of her. It was her dad that introduced her to music, like music that was before her time. Like Billie Holiday, Frank Sintra, The Rolling Stone, Queen, Otis Redding, Nirvana, The Knack, Elton John, The Doors, The Clash and so many more. That’s all she knew and all she wanted was to find a way to have that without having to know how to play the instruments, knowing how to sing. She simply just wants to go wherever the music takes her. 

She finally drags herself out of bed and starts putting on her sneaker and throwing on an oversized hoodie. She swaps her earbuds to her airpods and off to walk her dog. 

She walks down the stairs heavily which alerts her mother, and before she gets to the last step her mother hands her Cosmo’s leash. 

“Ugh. Couldn't you do - sorry mom.” She reaches for the leash that’s in her mom’s hand. 

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, darling.” She says giving her daughter a peck on her left cheek. 

Y/N bends over to put the leash on Cosmo’s neck, which Cosmo gives her a lick on her face. Y/N loves this dog of hers. He provides her safety and security, which she needs because let’s just say she has a breakdown every couple of days. 

Y/N stands back up and gives Cosmo a nice tug so he knows he’s ready for his next adventure. By adventure it means walking around the block she’s been doing for the past three years since Y/N got him. 

It’s around 3 o’clock which means the summer heat is hitting hard right about now. But it’s too hot to harm Cosmo in any way. Cosmo is the love of Y/N life. 

Cosmo and Y/N went on their typical route which they go past their new neighbor's house. Y/N realizes the new neighbor door is a jar, and she can smell bacon, which isn’t good for Cosmo because he’ll tend to escape and run towards the delicious smell he knows so much about. To Y/N not so surprise Cosmo started tugging on his leash that has Y/N being yanked and pulled. 

“Cosmo. Stop it right now!” Y/N shouts to Cosmo which she knows that wouldn’t help a damn thing. When he has something in mind there’s no stopping him. Cosmo has to be on something because it’s like he’s on some x game mode. Y/N starts tripping on her own feet and losing her own balance. 

They were running in the middle of streets when they received some honks and screams at fellow drivers on the road. Which Y/N give them a nice finger and simple “fuck off.” Y/N let’s go Cosmo leash because she isn’t in the mood to eat shit, so when she felt safe nothing could happen to Cosmo she let him go.

Cosmo went straight towards the slight jar front door, which I had to pick up my steps. Before Y/N could even be on the same street as the house, the new neighbor came out his house, holding Cosmo’s leash quite aggressively which had Y/N switch her mode to attack mode. 

“Hey, what the fuck? you didn’t have to pull him like that?” Y/N says aggressively while walking towards the house, when she gets in a hand reach, she pulls the leash so the neighbor doesn’t have his grubby hand on the leash. 

Oh you want to know Y/N neighbor? It happily to be Harry Styles. Forgot to include that in, sorry. 

“Are you getting mad at me? your dog happened to be in my house without any guardian. Your dog jumped on my couch, which I’m not too fond of. So anyone here who should be a little bit bitchy, it should be me.” Harry says hostile. He’s wearing a wife beater shirt that has his arms tattoos on display. For his lower part he’s wearing a nice black booty short which shows off that magnificent tiger tattoo. “Are you just going to stand there?” He snaps back. 

Y/N brought her eyes back to him which Y/N doesn’t approve of his tone. Y/N scuffs and rolls her eyes to the back of her head. “Sorry for your inconvenience. Enjoy the rest of your day.” Y/N plants a fake smile on her face. “C’mon Cosmo, let’s go, but this time I'm walking you.“ Y/N whispers to Cosmo while turning around to continue their walk with a small intermission they encountered. After a couple of steps Y/N turned her head around and when she did Harry was still standing there with annoyance on his face, which Y/N turned her head back around. 

“He’s going to be fun.” 

***

It took Y/N twenty minutes to walk her dog today. She wanted Cosmo to enjoy himself which he did because he saw a lot of squirrels today, and on top of that she didn’t want to ‘run’ into Harry again. Y/N should be excited to have a big celebrity living among them, and hopefully she could get reinspired about her future, but unfortunately that isn’t the case. Probably Harry is just having a bad day, and last year and the beginning of this year he had a lot of things going on. He’s officially a grammy winner, he filmed two movies, his latest album Fine Line has been doing phenomenally well, he was the first male to have appeared solo on Vogue magazine,  he was announced Hitmaker of the year, and so many more. So maybe he just needed to get his energy back, which Y/N understood. But man, it really had to be their first impression. 

When Y/N and Cosmo took a turn to walk to their front door, Y/N couldn’t help but to look across the street to see if Harry was there or not. Surprisingly he was, and he’s looking right at her. Y/N looked at his lips while he blew out a smoke. Fuck, he smokes?! 

Y/N doesn’t understand why he’s looking at her, but she doesn’t give a shit because the way he’s looking at her was his way of trying to figure her out. Whatever that fucking means. 

She broke eye contact and flipped her head around to her front door. She starts digging her hand in her pocket to fetch her keys out. Cosmo starts barking because the keys jiggles so he thought it was a new toy. “Oh you hash it.” She got the keys and shove it in the lock. Thank god, her mother didn’t lock the top of the door. 

The door finally releases and Cosmo immediately runs through, probably heading to his water bowl. “Thanks sweetie for walking Cosmo for me.” Y/N hears her mom in the kitchen probably smothering Cosmo. “Yep. I would say anytime, but I would be lying.” She says while walking up the stairs to head to her room. “Fuck off.” Her mother giggles. “I love you too.” That was the last thing Y/N said before she shut her door.

Y/N takes off her beat up vans and soon after plops on her unmade bed. Y/N stared at the few holes on the ceiling due to having a young Leonardo DiCaprio poster on her ceiling when she was younger. Young Leo hits different. 

Y/N couldn’t help it, but her brain went back to her small and rough interaction with Harry. She wished she met him on a  better note, but fuck it. But how could she move on from him? She’s a fan of his music and his viewpoint on the world. He’s a man of few word, but when he does talk, it’s fucking loud and impactful. He’s the main reason she took a few steps back off of social media. She’s barely on it, but when she does go on it, she isn’t on there for long like she used to. 

An hour went by and her mother started knocking on her door and then she came in. “You know mother, the purpose of knocking is to see if you're welcome to enter the space.” Y/N says nonchalantly sitting up to see her mother, but at the same time trying to hold in her laugh. 

“Well, if you want to contribute to paying the bills, I’ll happily reconsider waiting to be called on.” Her mother threw back. “Nope. You’re good.” Y/N says shaking her head. 

“Mmmmhh. Well, I’m going to hang out with the girls from work. Do you want me to make you something before I go?” That’s one thing Y/N loves about her mother, she is so selfless and she always makes sure I’m good before she wants to do something for herself. 

“I’m good. Enjoy your night.” Y/N gave her mom a smile to know she’ll be alright. “If you’re sure, then I’m off,” Her mom says all happily. “If you need anything just text me. Okay?” 

“Okay,” Y/N got up to give her mom a nice, strong hug. “love you.” Y/N whispers. “Love you more beautiful.” We pull back and she’s off to the race. 

Y/N walks to her window to pull the blind. She sometimes likes looking out her window and just stares off into space. Something about watching people live their life comforts her. She loves people watching. 

Y/N found herself mumbling some words, while people watching, but she couldn’t help but stop her little rampage. Y/N feels heavy and she’s unable to even grasp the concept, so when she starts feeling that way she tends to start saying random things. It could be something she could use in the future. To make sure she doesn’t forget she whip out her phone to go to the notes app where she has a folder filled with random words and sentences. There are things in there that could potentially be useful like, “More or less a painful experience. Only ever real if you're delirious. the summer before you,” “I think you're gonna be my biggest fan.” So on and so forth. That’s what the folder is filled with fragments and potentially some song lyrics. 

Y/N tossed her phone to her bed, and left her phone to bother Cosmo downstairs. Y/N loves that sucker. Before Y/N could even smother him with love, he’s currently sleeping on his bed in the corner of the living room. 

Fucking great. 

Y/N just wanted something to do, and her damn dog couldn’t give her that. She looks at the clock on the wall in the living room and it’s currently 6 almost to be seven. Y/N could go upstairs and ask one of her friends to hangout, but she doesn’t want that. The best alternative could be taking a walk and seeing where her feet take her. She likes that option better, so she quietly went upstairs so she doesn’t wake up Cosmo.

Y/N changes her attire to ripped oversized mom jeans, an oversized graphic tee she bought on Depop and once again her infamous black and white vans. She grabs her airpods, and her keys. She’s finally ready for the evening. 

Y/N went back downstairs to check on Cosmo and make sure he has food and water ready for him just in case he wakes up while she’s still gone. When she felt everything was in order she ended straight to the door. 

The weather feels astronomically better than before which had Y/N feel much better with her decision. Y/N isn’t sure if she should take the right or left. If she decides on taking a right she’ll pass Harry’s house, but if she does decide to take a left she wouldn’t. Y/N starts going back and forth, but she decides on going left. 

There was a nice breeze in the summer air, and she’s listening to “I’m a Slave 4 U” by the one and only Britney fucking Spears. “What's practical is logical. What the hell who cares. All I know is I'm so happy. When you're dancing there. I'm a slave 4 U.” Y/N finds herself singing to herself. She’s been walking around aimlessly and rocking out to her songs for about thirty minutes. She’s aware she’s probably creating attention to herself, but she couldn’t find herself to care. Y/N is enjoying herself. 

“I’m a SLAVE FOR YOU!” Y/N shouts out with her eyes pinch shut, when she finally opens them she finds herself in front of Harry’s house. The worst part wasn't that she was walking in a circle. It wasn’t that she belted out to her songs. It wasn’t she was flinging her body around like she was the balloon thingy at the cars dealership shop. Nope. None of those. 

The worst fucking part is, Harry Fucking Styles is currently outside watching her. Fucking watching her. Once again fucking smoking. Again.

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[chillassimagines]

Press (Nick Mara Smut)

REQUESTED: Can I request a Nick Mara smut please 😋 loved the one you did before 💗💗💗 after an award show and some interviewers were flirting w her infront of him

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The MTV Music Awards show was one that PRETTYMUCH had been anticipating since releasing their newest album. Nick insisted on getting matching clothing to wear on the carpet and coordinating pieces for while you were in the crowd during his performance. You had totally spaced on the idea of paparazzi until you arrived. You had been so focused on your looks, the timeliness of your arrival, Nick’s emotions, and the overall performance that press was the last thing on your mind until you were standing surrounded by them with Nick’s hand on your waist.

“You two look quite cute together this evening, Nick and Y/N.” You both smiled sweetly at the woman interviewing you. Her male counterpart nodded in agreement.

“100 percent agreed, Y/N, you’ve never worn something so well fitted, and it is gracing us on this carpet.” At his statement, you felt a little flustered.

“Thank you so much. When choosing the clothing for tonight, Nick actually tore a piece of the dress in the back. It caught on his jacket zipper, so we had to lower the back a bit further. A lot of self love and preserverance went into this look for tonight. I wanted to make sure I felt confident and that I was naturally comfortable. In short, I agree it is a change of look, but it’s growing on me.” You rambled a little much, which you mentally face palmed for, but you were nervous.

“She’s such a beautiful woman and no amount of clothing would cover that beauty up.” Nick stated, nearly monotone, besides when he called you beautiful. The female interviewer awed.

“Nick, what was the vision behind your looks for the evening?” A smile immediately returned to his face and you noticed.

“We didn’t want to be completely E.T., but we wanted an element that spoke of otherworldliness. Y/N encouraged me to be more comfortable in doing new things in style. Creating a style even.” He gestured to the light galaxy inspired makeup along his hairline. You smiled widely at his statement and it made you feel warm inside.

“She surely knows how to dress and it’s benefited the both of you.” The male interviewer spoke up and Nick’s hand tightened on your waist. Your heart skipped a beat as you can sense his short tempered ticks.

“And at the end of the day, I am here to support Nick, PRETTYMUCH, and make sure everyone makes it home in one piece.” You leaned up and pressed a kiss to Nick’s cheek, hoping to ease his darker feelings. The female laughed at your statement.

“Speaking of PRETTYMUCH, how’s it living with everyone, Y/N?” You laughed and grabbed Nick’s free hand.

“I love Nick and I adore the boys, but we’re moving out as soon as we can. I’ll put it that way.” You spoke jokingly. Nick rubbed his thumb against your hand as a sign of appreciation. You smiled a little more at that.

“Whatever the lady decides.” Nick surrenders. Both the interviewers laugh at that.

“When she’s happy, which she deserves, I can say from experience that it improves quality of life, Nick. Thank you both for speaking with us and everyone at home can catch Nick onstage with the rest of PRETTYMUCH tonight, at the MTV Music Awards.” The male interviewer faces the cameras with his partner, so that’s our cue to move onto other duties of the night.

~

“Did you hear that prick, guys? Talking about Y/N like that, and I was standing right there!” Nick low key raged when you all came back home and chilled in the living room. You all had decided that the after party wasn’t worth the trouble when they had to be on a plane at 7am.

“He was definitely doing a bit too much with his eyes and less with his mouth.” Zion added fuel to the fire as he sparked up. Nick nodded and threw his hands up.

“Like, the fuck? And she would even try to deflect it and he’d keep coming back. Like catch the fucking hint, bro. Old ass dude too.” Nick grumbled by the end of his ranting. You approached him from behind and gingerly placed your hand on his shoulder.

“Nick, we gotta be up early, babes.” You knelt down and kissed his cheek before standing up straight and waving to the others with your hand. “You all should get some sleep after the big win and amazing performance. It’s only up from here, PM.” You smiled, reminiscing about the nights events after the red carpet. It was truly a success. Nick sighed and stood up, taking your hand in his.

“Goodnight guys, see ya in the morning.” He groaned jokingly before laughing with everyone. They all said their good nights in response before everyone went to their separate rooms. Once inside of your shared room, you were quick to remove your clothing from the night in the bathroom with the door open. That’s what usually happened after a night like this, very routine.

“I take it you didn’t like that guy much either.” Nick grumbled, bringing it back up. You sighed and shook your head.

“You gotta shrug it off, babes. He’s a man we probably won’t see again and if we do, we’ll know his game. Interviewers are meant to be interesting and even stir the pot. Otherwise they wouldn’t exist. I’m not gonna let someone like that bother me and you.” You said stepping out of your heels and grabbing a night robe. You began your night routine.

“So you think he’s interesting?” Nick questioned. You splashed water against your now clean skin and patted it dry.

“No, Nick. I do not think he’s interesting. That’s why I would like to not talk about him anymore. He doesn’t need a spot in our conversations.” You leaned against the bathroom counter with your ready toothbrush in your hand.

“Fine.” He said shortly. You watched as he finally stopped pacing and began taking off his watch. You shook your head and brushed your teeth. After this, you left the bathroom light on and walked into your room to grab a hair tie for bed out of your drawer. “I think he needs a spot in our conversation, babes.” You felt Nick’s presence behind you and you sighed, putting your hair up lazily.

“Nick, it is not that serious-” Nick’s hands abruptly squeezed your ass cheeks, pressing you against your dresser.

“I’m not unreasonable, princess. I enjoy having you go out in clothing you’re comfortable and confident in. Especially when you look good enough to eat. But, the way he was looking and talking to you…princess, you know you’re mine, right?” You mentally groaned, knowing Nick was feeling insecure. Though, you were not even remotely attracted to anyone else but him, he always struggled with that. But you never called it insecure to his face, it was possessive, jealousy, and envy. Because those terms he associated with intimacy.

“Of course I do. And I’ll allow you to keep me for as long as you like.” Your second sentence descended to a lower tone of voice.

“Is that right?” You hummed in agreement and slight excitement. Nothing like a good piping to go to sleep. You encouraged him to do his thing by wiggling your ass against him.

“All yours.” Nick’s hand reached around to the front of your robe and pulled on the loose knot.

“Look at you, something no other man will see.” Nick nodded towards the mirror above the dresser you stood in front of in this moment. Nick’s hands both crept up your torso.

“Please, Nick, I need you.” You whined softly. His fingers began their games with your heaving breasts. You looked at him in the mirror and moaned while keeping eye contact. You knew that he was enamored with eye contact, you used it to motivate him to get a move on.

“Giving me them eyes, princess. Put your leg up.” He ordered and pinched your thigh. You quickly put your leg on top of your dresser. This movement caused your robe to fall. Nick smirked at you before pressing a few soft kisses against your back.

“Nick, I love you.” You brought your hand up to curl your hand against his head. He only sunk lower to his knees, kissing you along the way.

“I love you too.” His lips were against your pussy lips, spread open for him. You arched forward, your forehead tapping against the mirror on the wall.

“Nick! Oh my god…” Your moans trailed off into incoherent messes of words. Nick’s hands were busy either holding you in place or taking a dip inside of you currently.

“Good enough to eat out.” He snuck in before resuming his own feast. You began rocking your hips back and forth against his face and he welcomed the movement; you could feel his desperate tongue following your movements of rotation.

“I’m gonna cum, Nick!” You cried out, knowing you couldn’t hold it much longer, and Nick preferred to cum with you after eating you out. You knew your man and what he needed during intimacy to get him to feel pleasure too.

“Such a sweet girl, considerate to wait for me.” Nick flicked his finger on your clit a few times and your eyes watered at holding back your orgasm. You heard the drop of his pants and knew that he wasn’t waiting. You felt the protruding member against your entrance one second and fully submerged the next.

“Fuck me!” You cried out, grinding your hips back against his thrusts.

“Oh I am, babes.” He teasingly grunted, his strokes going strong. You smacked your hand against the dresser and legitimately screamed. You had never screamed during sex, but Nick was pushing how long you could withstand it all. “Cum, I’ll get there.” He whispered in your ear. Another deep thrust inside and you could feel your body clench so hard around Nick. This was further proven when you heard his gasp and begin breathing extremely rough.

“Shit…” You exhaled, your body naturally relaxing, but tightening once more as Nick released inside of you. You looked into his eyes and shook your head.

“You can’t move can you?” He asked sweetly. You nodded and allowed Nick to help you to the bed.

“Goodnight baby, you were great tonight.” You said with a smile.

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[iknewyoudunderstand]

Aaron woke up to a clattering in the kitchen. His brain caught up with his body when he was crouched at the gun safe tucked away next to his bureau, his sleep-addled fingers somehow maneuvering the combination lock—ten, oh-seven, thirty-four. Spencer had complimented him on it when figuring it out had taken him longer than ten seconds, because while using his son’s birthday was expected, what wasn’t was the division of his favorite album’s release date, and that would prevent potential attackers from— 

Spencer. Where was Spencer?

Glock in hand, finally, Aaron spun around but the bed was empty and the bathroom dark. Spencer’s revolver was still in the safe, and try as he might but Aaron just couldn’t remember if he had fallen asleep before Spencer had come upstairs or not. Spencer was a much heavier sleeper than he was, and if there was someone in the house and Spencer was downstairs…

On silent feet, Aaron crept through the upstairs, clearing each room. He didn’t have a flashlight on him, so he was forced to let his eyes adjust to the darkness, to keep his back to the wall, and to keep his finger on the trigger just in case someone jumped out at him from behind a door or a chest of drawers. His room, Jack’s unoccupied room, the upstairs bathroom… as he came down the stairs he noticed that there was a light coming from the kitchen.

He lifted his gun again and turned the corner to see Spencer, leaning against the counter with a jar of baby food in his hand and a spoon in his mouth.

“What the fuck?” Aaron asked. Spencer jumped at the sight of the gun, and Aaron clicked the safety back on. “What are you doing?”

“An experiment,” he said around the spoon.

Aaron suddenly felt very tired. He glanced at the digital clock on the oven. 3:23 AM. “Why?”

“Um.” Spencer set the jar of baby food down on the counter, and then the spoon. “Necessity?”

“Spencer.”

“I was hungry,” Spencer said. “And it was too late to make something.”

“Spencer.”

“So I had to go looking in the cabinets.”

“Not in the pantry?”

“As a result, I found the baby food.”

“It’s been there for at least a year. Did you check if it was expired?”

“My hypothesis was in regards to whether or not expired baby food was still going to be good.”

Aaron sighed. “And?”

“My conclusion is that it is palatable, but probably not something I should incorporate into my regular diet.”

“You mean you won’t be replacing your diet of coffee and saltine crackers with pureed peas and carrots?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Spencer cracked a grin and the sight of it dissolved all of his building exasperation. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“It’s fine,” Aaron said. He moved closer to Spencer and set his gun on the counter. “But you could’ve just told me you were going to make something. You know I don’t mind.”

“Do I?”

“Don’t you?” Spencer shrugged. “Spencer, you live here. I told you when you moved in that I wasn’t going to try and change your habits; they’re not disruptive.”

“They’re decidedly disruptive, Aaron. They’re the definition of disruptive,” Spencer said.

“Don’t be stubborn.”

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” he repeated. “It won’t happen again.”

“It will probably happen again.” Aaron reached out and grabbed one of Spencer’s hands so he’d stop wringing them. Gently, because he knew Spencer was still getting used to casual displays of affection, he lifted his knuckles to his mouth and pressed a soft kiss across them. Spencer lit up red. “But it’s okay. We’re FBI agents. At least one of us has to be the light sleeper.”

He snorted. “It doesn’t help that I’m an insomniac.”

“Life goes on.” Aaron fought a yawn. “I’m going back to bed, okay? Just make something if you’re hungry; you can throw away all that baby food when you’re done with your ‘experiment.’” He made air quotes around the word.

“It’s science, Aaron,” Spencer said. “I know you don’t understand it because you don’t have a doctorate in chemistry—“

“You are so lucky I love you,” Aaron said with a scoff. He looked down to grab his gun, and when he looked back up, Spencer was frozen completely, his eyes wide and his bottom lip trembling a bit. He looked like someone had just told him his dog died.

Or, his brain that was still heavy with sleep supplied, like someone had told him they loved him for the first time.

“Sorry,” Aaron said quickly. “I didn’t mean… well, yes, I meant it, but I didn’t mean to say it now… honestly, I was hoping for a situation that was more romantic—“

“I’m sorry, this isn’t the romantic occasion you were looking for?” Spencer joked, a little bit of color coming back to his face. Spencer away from work was a smart-mouthed son of a bitch, and Aaron recognized it as a sort of defense mechanism—a sense of normalcy.

“Not really.” He returned Spencer’s wry smile with a dimple-bearing grin and received a light shove on the shoulder for his troubles, and a muttered ‘jerk.’

Aaron knew they weren’t going to talk about it. There wasn’t going to be a conversation about the logistics of a romantic connection between a superior and a subordinate, because they were already in too deep for a 3 AM feelings powwow to make any difference. They lived in the same house, they slept in the same bed. The only thing missing was the verbal affirmation, the thing that would tell the other, yes, I am in it for the long run.

He supposed neither of them had been looking for a promise because promises eventually got broken. Aaron learned that with Haley, and he didn’t want Spencer to have to learn it first hand—but he knew anyway because no matter how they got into this job, into this field, there was always trauma in the background. Neither of them wanted to get hurt or hurt the other, so the nonverbal agreement had been formed. Maybe if they didn’t say it out loud, the eventual dissolution wouldn’t hurt as much.

And Aaron had just ruined all that because he was caught off guard. It was uncharacteristic as it got—he was Aaron Hotchner, he was never caught off guard—but the easiest way to ruin something was by sticking your own foot in it.

“It’s not a big deal,” Spencer said, looking like he’d just heard Aaron’s entire thought process out loud. Or he had probably had the same one. “I mean… you mean it, right?”

“Yeah,” Aaron said. “I do.”

Spencer stepped in close and caught his lips in a kiss, and it was relatively romantic for all of five seconds, especially in the way that his long fingers caught the skin in between his boxer briefs and his worn academy t-shirt that had become his pajamas, but then the taste made Aaron recoil.

“How did you palate that?” he asked, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. “All that sugar in your coffee is ruining your taste buds.”

“Maybe.” But Spencer was laughing, even as he stuck the spoon in the sink and dropped the baby food in the trash—thank God, Aaron didn’t know if he wanted that disgusting stuff in his house anymore. He’d call Jack in the morning and apologize for making him eat that liquid garbage. “You should go back to bed.”

“You should come with me.”

“I need to finish what I was doing,” he said with a sigh. “This professor is killing me with these papers.”

“He most likely knows that you’re smarter than him and feels intimidated, so he’s lashing out at you,” Aaron said, feigning wiseness. “Probably had some sort of complex when he was a kid.”

“Oedipus,” Spencer said. “You’re lucky you don’t have to sit through his lectures. I thought I was done with Freud when I finished my BA…”

“And that’s my cue to go to bed before I have to listen to another rant.”

“They’re well deserved.”

“Good night, Spencer.”

“Good night, Aaron,” Spencer said, and Aaron turned to leave the kitchen.

He couldn’t tell if it was his imagination when he heard a soft, “I love you, too,” but he didn’t want to check. Life with Spencer Reid was wonderful, and incredible, and all the other adjectives this crazy relationship between them deserved, but it was fragile. They both were.

Besides, he didn’t need to hear those words, because they only encouraged him—and he didn’t need to be thinking about a recreation of this scene in a world where life was more stable, and society was more accepting, and there was another child in his life and Spencer had another opportunity to eat baby food, even though the whole thought made his heart slam against his ribcage and a grin break out across his face.

They had work in the morning, and he didn’t need to be up all night dreaming about the future, because he was perfectly content to just let it come.

#hotchreid #heid #cm fic #criminal minds fic #aaron hotchner/spencer reid #aaron hotchner x spencer reid #when did i write this? three years ago? #did i run this through my editing program? no #am i on my phone at work desperate for validation? yes #hope u enjoy baby food