Jan 7, 2025
by loustatichor on twitter
I am screaminggg
eta: per @la-femme-au-collier-vert this look was created by jessica ford, who says she enjoyed working with sam reid on it! that’s dream job shit
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by loustatichor on twitter
I am screaminggg
eta: per @la-femme-au-collier-vert this look was created by jessica ford, who says she enjoyed working with sam reid on it! that’s dream job shit
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Eddie Vedder of Pearl Jam risking his life to retrieve his stuck microphone from the stage rafters at a Seattle show (1992) photog. Lance Mercer
whoever first started calling patcap “egg and soldier” i want to shake your hand. truly inspired
To nerd out for a second, the thing that is so genius about Me Myself & I from a songwriting perspective is that it's structured like a traditional pop song - verse, chorus, verse, chorus, bridge, chorus, outro - but it only uses the same two melodies and two sections of lyrics to fill every single one of those requirements. And even though it's essentially the same lyrics and melody throughout the entire song, you don't notice and it never becomes repetitive because the delivery is different every time and (like with many other 5SOS songs), different production elements get added with each recurrence. The repetition makes it memorable and sing-along-able on first listen - it's almost insidiously catchy. It's arguable what the actual hook is because it's all hook, the entire song is basically one long chorus and you never notice how they're manipulating your brain. It's such a simple but diabolically clever trick and that level of craft is insane and makes me so excited for what's to come on the album.
Those of you writing explicit Sandman fic are brave, brave souls 🫡
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again, another day where @ flowerais is being missed
your anon logged into work at 7 and is logging out at 9 and bought a highlighter palette as an impulse pretty thing. now i need to learn how to use it (quarantine has been good for learning makeup - if i mess up, no one sees it anyway)
and this time i come with another concept: Elliot saying “I love you” to Olivia early in their partnership. And it’s casual - it’s not that he doesn’t mean it, but he certainly doesn’t mean it as much as he does now. They’re in a diner, so early in their partnership, shooting the breeze, and Olivia is offering up different theories in a case, each more ludicrous than the last to fend off the sense of despair that comes from the sinking feeling in her gut that this case isn’t going to get solved, that someone came to her looking for justice that Olivia can’t find for them.
Elliot shakes his head, laughing, and says something to the effect of, “I love you but that is a terrible idea,” and throws a bundled up napkin at her, the way you do with friends, casual and easy. But Olivia seems to freeze for a moment before playing it off.
Elliot assumes he’s crossed a line - they aren’t those kinds of friends yet, maybe, or she doesn’t want to hear that from a man she works with, which is reasonable.
But he doesn’t assume the truth: She’s never heard those words before.
Not from her mother, not from any of the men she hadn’t stayed with long enough to get to that point.
Olivia, who has always been chasing love up this point, finds herself wholly unready to hear it from her married partner she has a thing for.
She cancels her date that night, not because she thinks anything will happen between her and Elliot, no, but because how could she sit across from someone else, how could she fuck someone else while thinking about that?
Though, maybe she should have, because then she wouldn’t be laying in the dark, thinking about this -obsessing about this - on her own.
What kind of life did Elliot have, to allow a word like that off his tongue so easily? What kind of life must his family have, to have a man like that caring for them every day, no matter how busy he is, no matter how much time he spends at the station?
(Olivia doesn’t know it, and wouldn’t be able to point to it all these years later, but that was the moment she was never going to be able to fully let him go. The moment that Elliot had hooks in her she’d never be able claw free from if she wanted. And it’s not just that he said the words, but that she knew the kind of man he was, and knew that he meant it. Not in the way he eventually would come to mean it, but that he meant it nonetheless.)
(Which only doubles the pain that he left. The first (and only?) person to say that he loves her, and then he’s just gone.)
Anon EYE-
