#Elliphant

[eye-of-the-purricane]

[crownbeed-music-rec]

Song:

Gif:

YouTube Music Video Link

[folklore-barnes]

Hollywood🎬 | C. Playlist

“What we gon' do when Hollywood won't call us back?”

No One's Here To Sleep – Naughty Boy, Bastille

Hold The Line – Broods

Let It All Go – Birdy, Rhodes

Good Die Young – Molly Kate Kestner

Miss America – James Blunt

We Had Everything – Broods

Enough for You – Saint Claire

Prom Queen – Molly Kate Kestner

Where Is Home – Elliphant, Twin Shadow

Smile – Mikky Ekko

Talking Body – Tove Lo

Moments – Tove Lo

Hollywood – Naughty Boy, Gabrielle

[terrible-eel]

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oh man i love this

[dailymusicobsession]

Peking Duk - Stranger ft. Elliphant

[the-devils-diaryy]

The DiaBoys 🦇

[in-amor-veritas]

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Elloooo Phnelt :)

You got

Dust: Elliphant

I listened to this song so much after s3

This might be a little specific but in my current fic I mentioned Wilhelm had once punched a reporter that was harassing Simon so…. have a little divorce fic/ hate me like you love me drabble (unedited lol I’m too lazy)

Wilhelm has had plenty of experiences with the press, with journalists and even with the occasional paparazzo that time he and Simon had taken a vacation to the Amalfi coast.

However, it’s not so common in Sweden to be accosted in this manner especially when attention has turned to Crown Prince August. Now that he is no longer a working royal, Wilhelm’s presence is not required for events or press conferences and without a juicy scandal to obsess over the public interest has more or less waned.

It’s given them more freedom than they were extended in the beginning of their relationship. They can move through the city unbothered for the most part, even though he remains hyper-vigilant, always a tense edge in public. That kind of constant alertness is something Wilhelm doesn’t think he will ever shake.

And it’s not as though they don’t get recognized, but it’s mostly tourists or young people that approach and usually they remain fairly respectful and compliant when Wilhelm tells them they would appreciate privacy.

He’s not a public figure anymore, at least not officially, so he doesn’t indulge people with their requests for selfies and doesn’t answer questions or give any information to people he doesn’t know. One would think that this would be common sense, but it doesn’t stop people from trying.

It’s rare that it happens though these days. There’s plenty more scandal and intrigue to keep the public’s eyes off of them, there’s far more interesting gossip.

When the court announces Crown Prince August’s decision to renounce his title however, things change and quickly.

He and Simon had been briefed on this of course, had had a meeting with the court and been told to lay low as they expected the announcement would cause a spike of public scrutiny and opinion.

Yet they still have lives to carry on with. At the meeting Simon was very adamant that he wasn’t going to hide away, he has classes and rehearsals and a part time job to go to after-all. Wilhelm understands, but he worries especially when he reads the more extreme things being said by certain anonymous groups online. They may be a small minority, but it makes him uneasy.

Still they go about their lives in the best way they can, trying to pretend they aren’t on edge, hoping that eventually people will lose interest.

It hasn’t blown over yet though and that’s how he and Simon find themselves dealing with the current situation on hand.

The journalist had surprised them, having been lurking around their apartment. Wilhelm had noticed him first, squeezing Simons hand and adjusting the plastic bag of their food shopping in the other.

He’s asking all the things they all ask. Wilhelm’s opinion on the announcement, if Wilhelm will become Crown Prince again, what the Queens opinion is, whether or not Wilhelm thinks August was good in the role.

He and Simon steadfastly ignore him, remain silent and tightlipped as they try to get around him.

The man must be frustrated that he’s getting nothing from them because then calls out.

“Simon! A source confirmed your sister and the Crown Prince used to date, is this true?”

His husband stops, the composure slips from his face. It’s just a small mistake, but it’s enough for the journalist to double down, a predator on the trail for prey.

“So it’s true—Is that why the Crown Prince is stepping down? What do you think of this? Has your sister told you—“

“You need to leave.” Wilhelm says finally, stepping in front of Simon and leveling the man with an unimpressed expression, “Leave or I will call the police.”

The man ignores him, “The Erikssons certainly have a history with the Royal Family, are you glad the Crown Prince is stepping down? This leaves it open for Wilhelm to reclaim his title and for you to become—“

“I’m not talking to you.” Simon says, with much more heat and anger laced in his words than Wilhelm. “Get out of here or—“

The man is not deterred, Simon’s reaction seems to only encourage him if anything, “What does your mother think about you becoming Prince Consort Simon, certainly it comes with perks that your family could use considering your economic status.”

The way he says it, with an underlying ribbon of mockery, the smug, knowing smile. Wilhelm sees his husband’s eyes widen, the indignant furrow of his brow, the angry curl of his lip.

“Hey asshole,” Wilhelm steps in until he’s face to face with the man, eyes narrowed, “I said to leave.”

“Or are you not going to allow Wilhelm to reclaim his rightful title considering your deeply anti-monarchist views? A source claims you are a member of the communist party which wants to see the monarchy abolished in the country—was this your plan—“

“Hey! Wilhelm is allowed to do whatever he wants to do—“ Simon growls, “What kind of shitty sources are you getting your information from because you need to reevaluate them.”

“Simon” Wilhelm starts, slipping around him to grab him by his jacket and pull him toward the doorway, “Let’s just go inside—“

Burning anger is bubbling up under his skin, but he tries his best to ignore the man’s words and focus on getting the two of them away from this situation. It’s better this way, to give them nothing and ignore them. People like these feed off of any response, any small reaction. They are only waiting for it.

The man seems to have realized the best way to get information out of him is through heckling so he doubles down, “There are people who blame you for the current predicament that the monarchy faces. Do you realize if August steps down and Wilhelm does not take over the position we could be facing a complete overhaul of the country’s system of government.”

Simon scoffs, gritting his teeth and turning away as Wilhelm tugs him into the doorway to the buildings entrance.

“Have you heard that some blame you for seducing Wilhelm and believe that you were in fact the mastermind behind the video of the two of you, which was released as blackmail against him—“

Wilhelm’s stomach does a funny thing, a kind of swell of anger as the implication falls hard around them.

“Did you sleep with Wilhelm with an ulterior motive to tarnish his reputation—“

That’s all he can take.

Wilhelm whips around, barely hearing the noise Simon makes as he jerks out of his grip, curling his hand into a fist and throwing it with all the strength he can push forward right into the man’s face.

There’s a sickening crack and the journalist falls back onto the ground, clutching his jaw and staring up at him in surprise, “What the hell—“

“How fucking dare you talk about him like that!” The punch doesn’t make him feel better, it just makes the anger build, his knuckles and his wrist aching from the force of impact, “We were sixteen you sick fuck, we were children. You don’t know shit about anything, how dare you imply that he was at fault at all when it was always—“

“Wille!” Simon calls quickly grabbing onto his arm, there’s an edge of panic in his voice.

“You better get the fuck out of here or I swear—find someone else to harass you rotten bottom feeding scum.”

The man scrambles to his feet, eyes narrowed falling back with a tight expression. There’s going to be consequences for this, he knows it, but right now he doesn’t care. Right now he can’t quell the anger over how unjust it is that this continues to follow them, to damage their lives. How fucking wrong it is that it always will and August won’t ever experience this particular brand of horror. How fucked is it that the one who caused all of this doesn’t have to be reminded of it.

His vision is blurred but he feels his husband pulling him into their apartment, closing the door behind them, talking to him even.

But it’s the feeling of his hands cupping Wilhelm’s cheeks that startles him into the present. When he finds Simon’s face he sees the mess of unspoken emotions that sit heavily on his features and the anger slips away.

Fuck.

“Are you okay?” He asks quickly, “Sorry I just couldn’t listen to him say all that shit—“

“I know.” The other man says, voice strained. His husband’s hands fall to his sides. “It’s always going to be like this isn’t it.”

It breaks a part of him. Seeing the weight of this realization as it pulls down Simon’s shoulders and turns his expression into something overwhelmed and defeated.

And he doesn’t have the answer, he doesn’t know.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you are.”

Silence rings through the apartment and neither of them speak until finally he can’t bear it any longer, can’t bear seeing the man he loves look like this, can’t bear knowing the role he’s had in the why of it.

Wilhelm opens his arms and slowly Simon steps into them. They embrace there in the hallway, holding each other tightly, Wilhelm placing a kiss to his temple in silent apology.

After a long moment Simon pulls back and takes both of his hands with his. Wilhelm watches as he rubs a thumb over the heart tattooed with dark lines on his skin.

“We’ll get through this.” His husband’s murmurs as though he’s trying to convince himself rather than Wilhelm.

“Yeah. We will.”

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A non-exhaustive list of 2010s Jafaican moments

[lullabyes22-blog]

While your skin go wrinkle we only getting younger We ride into a peek we can't take this shit no longer Main our mind a lover man a body go weak I got my bloody truth I got my BAS crew with me Walk around with bloody hands I saw you lick it off We gon' keep it dirty just to prove a point Keep it dirty is for truth that my crew hung up So fuck tomorrow we only getting younger

Elliphant - Only Getting Younger

[iamapeacefulpoet]

Elliphant - Had Enough (Official Music Video)

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 8/8/2023

theoretically seeing two apartments this afternoon so i am taking the date as good luck

listening

the asteroids galaxy tour's the sun ain’t shinin no more. this was apparently a very famous iPod commercial song? wasn't paying attention to general popular culture when the original iPods were coming out. i would attempt to classify this as somewhere between the doors and smash mouth. spotify.

bitches by tove lo (feat charli xcx, icona pop, elliphant, ALMA). is this a good song? eh. is it fun to scream-sing while navigating through packs of lifted pickups whose hoods are higher than the roof of my moderately-sized hatchback? yes. spotify

how'd i find these? really leaning hard on spotify autogenerated dance playlists these days.

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reading

normal pair of books to read at the same time

diana biller's hotel of secrets was an odd one. you CANNOT take away from this section "oh tumblr user girlfriendsofthegalaxy hates consent" okay? i don't piss on the poor either. i had to really think about if i thought the sex scenes were jarringly modern and concluded no, they simply challenged my preconceptions of what a single mid-thirties woman in late 1800s vienna might get up to in a time when the best available methods of birth control were french letters. however, the lengthy discussion around consent and boundaries read as somewhat performative and out of place? or like a slightly different tone? than the rest of the actual sex scenes.

in many ways the romance was the b-plot to the hotel's inner workings and the international intrigue, which was fun. i enjoyed the a-plot enough to put a hold on biller's next romance, about a young american window in gilded age nyc. we'll see how that all shakes out!

i did not enjoy and did not finish chris miller's hefty pop history book on the history of microchip production and manufacture. got about a third of the way through. i think i most disliked his approach-- the technical style is very polished, one sentence flows into the next quite well, although we have very different opinions about the meaning of "intuitive" -- but we sit in very different seats watching the american political thunderdome. the way he presents his ideas is a bit jarring, bc it is an almost full-throated and uncritical endorsement of america's cold war diplomatic policies. i think many people would agree with me when i say those policies were not very good.

both of these have been on my holds list for months and i could not tell you the inciting incidents that made me place a hold.

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watching

in my best friend's endless search for Things to Have on in the Background That Are Semi Child Friendly (or THBTASCF), i have viewed National Treasure (2004, dir. Turteltaub), Rush Hour (1998, dir. Ratner) and Rush Hour 2 (2001, dir. Ratner).

i cannot say i truly enjoyed any of these choices or that they have aged particularly well. national treasure has such an ominous looming of the whedonesque Well That Happened!!! that continues to infect movies.

also rewatched The Mummy (1999, dir. Sommers) bc i wanted a screenshot of the subtitles [YEEHAWING, GUNSHOTS] which is my Texas Adventure(TM) tag, but the subtitles on my pirate movie platform of choice are not that sophisticated. you'll simply have to take my word for it bc my dvd box set is still in storage.

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playing

mainlining g/enshin impact. did not realize a whole nother goddamn country is being released next week. their every-six-weeks major content update schedule is batshit insane and i do not want to really think about the level of crunch happening over there.

the regions we have so far are legally-not-switzerland, not-china, not-japan, not-india, and we are going to not-france next. it has a real jules verne/twenty thousand leagues under the sea/steampunk vibe about it. look at this whimsical little deep-sea diver boy!

i have not enjoyed this past region (sumeru, legally-not-india) as much as the others. this may be due to the hiccup of seasonal depression i am experiencing. it may be bc this is the most Contiguous Landmass segment of the map and it's less segmented into individual regions than the other countries. it may be bc i have not spent quite as much time running around here as i have liyue (legally-not-china) which does feel genuinely comforting to run around. it may be bc the last time i played this game i still worked in the games industry and i still have residual brain weirdness about playing games.

i do appreciate their dedication to Big Fuckoff Trees tho.

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making

fallow weeks. things are simply not percolating in time for yeehawgust, due to the agonies, and that's fine, i'm telling myself through gritted teeth.