#lin Pesto

[julyetkutu]

türk muzik p.1

artist: Lin Pesto

genre: turkish alt rock

I recently discovered Lin Pesto and I absolutely love their work. Here is one of their songs, Kolay Değil ("It's not easy"), which I've had on repeat for the past few days.

Check out their discography, their style is so soft and soothing!

[burakurnaz]

gittiğim konserlere hazırlık yaparak gitmeyi seviyorum. genelde ilgilendiğim konserlere bildiğim mekanlarda gitmek konseri konforla dinlemem için rahatıma gelse de bazen kendimi geliştirmek, tanımak ve sınamak için bu rahatlığın dışına çıktığım da oluyor. ancak her iki rahatlık seviyesindeki konser için de öncesinde mutlaka bir hazırlık yapıyorum. şarkılarını olabildiğince dinlemeye çalışırım, farklı duygu durumlarında, farklı saatlerde, farklı konumlarda, farklı mide şişkinliklerinde, farklı kıyafetlerde, farklı gündemlerde yani olabildiğince farklı parametrenin farklı kombinasyonunda. hem şarkıyı hem de bendeki etkileri üzerinden kendimi fark ediyorum. sahneye çıkacak kişiyi gözümde fazla büyütmemek için genelde konser öncesi araştırmamayı tercih ederim ama sırf araştırmalarım sonucundan dolayı konserine gittiğim isimler de oldu. genelde sonrasında araştırmayı tercih ederim.

mesela bir platforma aklıma gelen bir grubun bir üyesinin ismini yazıp röportajlarını, diğer işlerini falan araştırırım. çünkü müzik yapan insanlara büyük saygı duyuyorum. bunlar değişik insanlar oluyorlar genelde. müzikle uğraşan arkadaşlarım var, taylan kendi çalışmalarını yürütüyor ve yapımcılık yapıyor; deniz'le dün gece karşılaştık, lin pesto'ya klavyeci olarak girmiş, yapımcılık kendi çalışmalarını ve bazen mekanlarda ses işlerini yapıyor. ikisi de projelerine odaklanmak için sosyal medya diyetleri uyguluyor, akşamları dışarı çıkmıyorlar, mesela taylan ilk albümüne hazırlanırken cips, çikolata, kola ve alkol asla tüketmedi aylarca. dün deniz'e de söyledim, gözlerini kapatıp büyük bir orgazma doğru giderek çalıyorlar, onu ben de tatmak istiyorum. dj mixer'im çalınmadan önce bazen bunu yaşıyordum, insanı gerçekten terletiyor.

geçen hafta ductape'ı nihayet canlı dinleme imkanım oldu. jakuzi, she past away, joy division gibi grupları seviyorsanız eminim bu grubu da seversiniz. sahneye çıkacaklarını öğrendiğimde kim olduklarına baktım, fotoğrafları beni çok heyecanlandırmıştı. konserleri de gerçekten çok keyifliydi. sonra hafta içi mesaide çok bunaldım, grup aklıma geldi, elemanların kim olduklarını merak ettim. gitardaki furkan meğerse eskiden onur air'de hostesmiş, ayrıca deli gömleği ve apartmanlar gruplarında da çalıyormuş. ikisinin de konserine gitmiştim, ductape'i de konserde dinleyerek furkan'la ilgili seriyi şimdilik tamamladım.

dün ethnique punch'ın konseri vardı. birkaç sene önce konserine ilk gidişimde harika bir kitleyle çok güzel bir gece yaşamıştık. o zaman dj de vardı diye hatırlıyorum, ses kalitesi de cızlamıyordu. baya güzeldi ya. bu sene aynı beklentiyle yine gittim ama baya hüsrana uğradım. ama ali "yıllarca bir sürü söz yazdım ama hiçbirisi mantra'nın nakaratı kadar akıllara kazınmadı" diyerek bize kıyak bir terapi uyguladı sağ olsun. keşke da frogg'a gitseydim. ortamda ses olsun dj'liği yapacak gibi duruyor, zaten bende flaşı var, istersem oradan setlerini dinlerim, dedim keriz gibi.

kameralı telefonların ilk yaygınlaşmaya başladığı zamanlar sanatçılar, konser sırasında insanların müziği dinlememelerinden, sürekli flaşla fotoğraf çekmelerinden, ellerindeki telefonla ilgilenmelerinden şikayetçilerdi. yıllar içinde bu olay da ritmini buldu diye düşünüyorum.

[tedbundylady]

Fırsat verme gözyaşlarına

Söz geçmez anılara

Bugünü yaşamak dururken hala

Darginsin yarınlara

Haykıracak nefesim kalmasa bile

[yagmurludolunaygecesi638]

Bazı şeyler ne yaparsanız yapın bırakmaz yakanızı. Bazen bir yalan bazen bir hesap bazen bir kelime bazen ise bir sır. Ama yapışır o şeyler ve bırakmaz sizi. Hep gelir bulur sizi kaderinizdir belki. Ama bunu bırakmak da sizde olabilir ki olmuyorsa bile imkanlarınız dahilinde olur bazı şeyler. Kurtulmak için çırpınır bin kere yıkarsınız yakanızı. Hatta bazen kurtulmak için yakarız yok ederiz ama yine de olmaz ya ama biz yine yılmadan devam ederiz. Başarımız olmasını isteriz bu bizi bırakmayan şeyden kurtularak. Ama biliriz ki yine o şeylerle ilgili olan doğruyu yapmak zorundayızdır. Bakın zorundayız diyorum ama yapmasak da olur bazen işte. Ama size diyeceğim şey kısaca doğru olanı yapın. Kendi doğrunuzu. Size,kendinize doğru gelen şeyi. Hayat ne noktalara sürüklerse de doğrularınızla olsun bunlar.

İyi geceler tumblr halkı

Kendinize iyi bakın kimse size sizden iyi bakamaz.

Bu gece ki şarkımız bu olsun;

Sizi seviyorum umarım hala benimlesinizdir:)

[nalgenewhore]

act of affection

elide x lorcan, modern au, they r smitten kittens, NSWF (18+) word count: 3246

He’s there, in the doorway of her bedroom, with an opaque plastic bag, the sharp edges of a take-out box almost ripping the weak material.

The girl turns in her chair and smiles, one foot wedged on the cushion so she can rest her hand on her knee. “Hey.”

“Whassup, baby?” His slow voice slides over her like syrup, familiar in a way that’s healing while it singes her skin with the echo of his fingers. “You doin good?”

“Mm-hmm,” Elide leans her chin on her knee as she grins dopily at him. “Aelin’s dyeing her hair.”

Lorcan’s eyes skip to her phone, propped on her desk and the wall. He nods a bit. “Dope. Same colour?”

“I got pink this time,” Aelin cuts in with a gleam to her electric eyes. She snaps the edge of her plastic glove as he gets close enough to see the barrette situation she’s rigged to section off parts of her hair and the dye saturating the edge of her hairline. 

“Ay, that’s kinda sick, ‘lin.”

“Right?!” 

The pink haired girl turns back to the mirror, and he focusses on Elide. Lorcan’s thumb finds her cheek, following the rounded curve before pinching it. He bends down for a chaste peck (uncharacteristic, but he hates an audience) and asks again, “You good?”

She stretches a bit to chase his kiss, wanting to seal her mouth to his. “Mm-hmm, I had a nap.” Much like what he’d been doing when she called him, voice weak and watery, after what he’s pretty sure should be considered for her worst shift of all time. He can’t understand how people are so rude to service staff.

Lorcan approves. “D’ya eat anything?”

“Yeah, Emrys felt bad and gave me an extra staff meal.”

“What’d you get?”

They answer at the same time, lips brushing lips. “Pesto pasta.”

It makes her laugh, the synchronicity, makes her break away as her head tips. He’s watching her fondly, standing to his full height. “Alright, I mean, at least you got something,” he chuckles. “But I picked you up some food, s’way better.” He sets the bag down on her desk in front of her. “Indonesian fried rice, extra shrimp.”

“Extra spicy?”

“Baby, c’mon, you already know,” he clicks his tongue. “Whatchu take me for?”

Elide melts. “I’m getting used to being spoiled, y’know.” She’s already reaching for it, fingers digging into the knotted handles to undo them. In a second, she’ll give up and rip the bag open. 

“You should get used to it,” Lorcan replies, casual yet with a mark of arrogant surety that she finds so attractive. His next kiss lands on the corner of her mouth, like he can’t keep himself from touching her (he can’t). “Imma go smoke.”

“‘kay,” she sighs. He turns, and Elide reaches out, her bony fingers catching in his belt loop. Raising his arm, he looks back at her, and she realises he already has a joint tucked behind his ear. “Don’t take too long.”

He grins, reaching back to unhook himself from her. “Wouldn’t dream of it, sweet girl.” 

When he drops her hand, her fingertips are cold. Cheeks rouging, she watches him walk away, tracing his broad shoulders, slouched, beneath a sage and light grey speckled sweater, his faded jeans baggy. 

As she slowly rolls back to Aelin, she wonders idly if he’s dressed that way on purpose after she told him she liked that sweater and when he wears his pants that way (it’s nothing he wouldn’t wear; her soft heart still hopes it’s a little bit because of her).

Her friend is staring at her, and Elide blushes. “What?”

“You’re too cute,” Aelin answers. “He’s so, like,” she makes a face, like she can’t find the word.

“So what?”

“Smitten. Like, the way he looks at you, and how you look at him, too,” she elaborates. “You’re so into each other.” She massages more pink into her roots, glancing past her phone into the mirror. “He cares about you, like, a lot. And I like that.”

Elide shakes her head. Her cheeks are burning (is it because of how obvious she’s realising they are, or because it feels good that her friend likes her boyfriend?). “Yeah,” she says softly. “I like that too.”

“Oh my god,” Aelin fakes a groan of annoyance. “Go get him already, what’re you doing watching me dye my hair?”

“Ok, ok!” Laughing, Elide sits up. “Hey, thanks for calling me. Work was so gross.”

Her friend stills, eyes flashing back to the screen. “Me and your boy are going to find those creeps and teach ‘em a lesson.” 

“Does Lorcan know that?”

“Not yet, but he’d so be down.”

Elide knows that Aelin is right. “Yeah…” she hasn’t told him what happened to make her shift so horrible, kept it vague saying she had a difficult customer. He’ll be pissed, if she tells him about how the table of men leered at her, their girlfriends sitting by meek and resigned, and she doesn’t want a pissed Lorcan tonight (or ever; he shuts down, shuts her out, because he doesn’t like being angry around her). “Ok, I’m gonna go. Talk later, yeah?”

“Yeah, girl. Love ya!” The call ends before Elide can echo the sentiment, which is just like Aelin.

She decides to text her friend instead. Then, she slides her phone onto her desk and gets to her feet. On her way to the door, she catches her reflection in the mirror. 

Her fussing gaze makes her fix her tank top, tugging the tight and buttery-soft material down a bit (she ignores her flushing cheeks as she remembers what prompted her to dig this top out of her dresser). 

Elide slips into the hallway and pads to her balcony. “Lor?”

He glances at her, the filter of his blunt tucked between his lips. “Hey.” Earthy smoke curls from his lips. 

She smiles with a shy glance to the side. “Hi.”

That lopsided grin, her favourite, pulls on his mouth. “What’re you actin all shy for?” He snakes his arm around her waist, wanting her closer, always closer.

“I dunno,” she lies, embarrassment staining her cheeks. Lifting her hand, she rubs the soft knitting of his sweater. “You make me, like, nervous. It’s weird.”

“Mm, you make me nervous,” he answers. “Got me changing my outfit hella times before I see you.”

The nerves slip away like a wave leaving the shore, a cocky smile taking its place that matches the cocky tilt of her head. “Yeah, I noticed the sweater. Did you wear it because of me?”

Lorcan ducks his gaze. Blush always looks strange on his cheekbones, seemingly too carved and proud for something so soft as raspberry red. It’s what her cheeks are made for, and he loves that. “Shit, bro, you forreal gotta call me out for what?” She thinks it’s funny, the way he talks to her, so familiar, so improper and wrong, every loose word falling from his mouth. It’s charming, like how the way he wears pants so baggy they sag off his hips is charming.

She laughs and pulls the joint from him, bringing it to her own lips. Just as she’s taking a hit, plump skin hollowing beneath sharp bones, he fingers the stretchy cotton blend of her tank top. “On my ass ‘bout my sweater, but I never seen you wear tank tops ‘till I said-”

“Stop!” Her hand curls over his mouth, eyes round and blinking.

He pushes it away, ignoring her as he smirks, “I say one thing about wanting to fuck the shit outta you if I seen you in a tank top, an’ look at you now, ‘lide.”

The way she looks at him changes, and the heaviness of her eyelids has little to do with the baby hit she had. “Shi… you tryna smash, shawty?”

Lorcan gapes at her for a second before unchained laughter explodes from him. It’s her put-on voice, sliding down several octaves, his borrowed words that sound so unnatural coming from her heart-shaped mouth. “On god, shawty? After you’re fed, yeah,” he snickers.

“Better not be talking shit, on god, I’ll fuck you up,” she threatens, still playing in his tone.

“Oh my days, shut up.” He bends to let her hold the smouldering joint for him. He’s in her space at this height, so it takes one shift of his head to press his lips to her, inhaling into her.

Elide readily takes the smoke, and they trade shotgun kisses till not even the roach is left, just the filter. She’s tugging on him, impatient, barely letting him toss it into the repurposed plant pot.

Lorcan cups the back of her neck, bringing her up for a real kiss. She’s eager for it, her hands framing his jaw, sliding through the soft hair of his trimmed beard. Like their lips, their feet get tangled; she’s falling, almost but not because he’s there. His hands envelop her hips (they fit him so well) and give her little squeezes as he walks her back to her bedroom. “I want you-”

“You do?”

“Always; don’t be askin dumb shit,” he mutters. “But, you gotta eat first.”

She slides away with some reluctance, though she knows he’s right. “Wanna watch a show?”

“Yeah, baby.”

Elide rubs her palm over his cheek, their voices quieter now as if there’s people listening, even when there’s not. “You’re so good to me,” she whispers. 

“‘s’all ‘m tryna be.” All he wants to be- hers. His nose bumps her cheek. “What’re we watchin, pretty girl?”

“Ted Lasso.”

He laughs- should’ve expected that. “All you wanna watch is Ted Lasso, there’s not even new episodes.”

“I don’t even care, I’m watching it all over again,” Elide sniffs. “You’re my biggest hater.”

“Nah, never. Just teasin’.”

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It’s later, when the food is finished and they’ve smoked again, which is why they’re lying down now. 

He’s rubbing her back with his knuckles, his other hand holding her thigh where it’s hitched on his hip.

Abruptly, Elide closes her laptop and puts it on the floor. Her hand catches his cheek just as he goes to turn away, pulling him to her lips. It’s soft, it’s plush, it makes his head spin. Lorcan’s almost dizzied, definitely stupefied, as he sinks into her mattress; her hands fall down his neck.

He kisses her back, teeth finding her bottom lip to bite and suck. Lorcan moves his hands to her waist to pull her over him.

It’s easy (familiar) to straddle him, and she lets out a soft breath when he licks the bitten flesh of her lip. “See why I like my leg there?”

“Yeah, I like it there too.”

Elide leans on him and savours his shaking exhale when she kisses down his neck. Her hands, cold fingers and all, push his shirt up. “Off.” She helps him most of the way until he has to work it over his shoulders.

They part when he pulls it over his head, and there’s a pout on her lips at the momentary pause. Lorcan laughs at her, kissing her sweetly. “Greedy.”

It’s sweet until she slicks her tongue over his and grinds on him. He kisses her back, and her skin is warm when he puts his hand on her thigh. Pushing down on it, Lorcan makes her go on, pushing their pelvises together. His other hand goes up her torso to cup one of her breasts. “Take this off,” he tells her, about the tank top.

She actually sits up, her hands spread over his chest. He’s breathing hard while he stares up at her tilted head. “Are you going to make me, Lor?”

He chokes before huffing out a laugh. “Swear you act so different when I let you be on top.”

“I get why you like it up here,” Elide rolls her hips over him. His hand grips her side. “It’s more powerful.”

“Enjoy it, my girl, ‘cause I’m so close to flippin you,” Lorcan says casually, and she shakes her head with a look in her eye that says she might not mind it at all. “Don’t be pissy later.”

She bends down, like she’s going to bring her lips back to him, but it’s only for a tease as her soft hand cups the bulge in his boxers.

“You’re killin me,” he whispers.

“Don’t move,” she whispers back, her hand taking out his cock. He shudders at the soft touch tracing the tip.

“El,” he moans out, “stop, stop playin with me.”

“Shh,” she presses against his mouth with her hand now slowly twisting around him.

Lorcan tugs at her striped cotton boyshorts, and Elide mutely realises he wants her now just as bad as she wants him. She balances on one knee as he helps her yank them off. After, she sits on him, breaking another noise from him at the feel of her, soaked and silken. He looks at her with lidded eyes. “Can’t really tell if I want that off,” his voice is gruff. The black makes a stunning contrast against her milky skin, and her body looks so lush the way her tits stretch the material. She’s unbelievable.

Her sweet little grin is somehow in tune with the way she pumps him. A hitch in his throat makes her lips find his neck.

He grabs her nape to kiss her properly and grabs the wrist of the hand around him.

“Get on me before I flip you, mean it,” he murmurs before slipping his tongue past her lips.

Elide nods, bracing one hand on his sternum as she notches the head of his cock in her. It’s with an aching slowness that she slides down on him. He groans at the feeling as he fights the urge to slam her down.

There’s a flush to her chest when she’s finally taken all of him.

Lorcan draws her down and thrusts into her, his rough breath echoing in her ear. 

“Fuck-” he lets out when she moves her hips against him. 

She shudders at the feeling then, feels him twitch inside her and pants out. “Lor…”

“Sorry, ‘m flipping,” he whispers and does it before she has the wherewithal to tell him not to, and by that point, she’s laid out beneath him and he’s brought her leg over his shoulder.

Elide cries; he watches how she takes each deep, hard thrust. Lorcan welcomes the sharp sting of her nails digging into his back. His head leans on her shoulder while he keeps giving it to her. “Not- fair,” she gasps, her pupils blown. Her other leg wraps around his waist.

He says sorry by sucking on the inside of her knee. After a few more thrusts, the headboard slams into her wall and rattles anything that’s hanging on her wall. Elide’s small moans keep growing.

Turning his head, his eyes are heavy on hers. “You wanna cum?” His voice tightens under the squeeze of her.

She nods, bites out, “Need to.”

Lorcan falters once, fucking into her hard. It’s almost too much. He almost loses his mind when she pushes her hips into it. “Too much?”

Elide’s lips part. “Want more.”

He goes into her without any pace, chasing the orgasm that builds for them both. 

Soon, their breathing is the only thing he can hear. Her moans are sharper as she arches her back. Through it, Elide’s eyes catch on his, and she’s cumming on him. 

“Talk to me,” he says, his mouth agape watching her finish. 

It’s surprising that she can talk to him, yet her voice is wrenched from her lips. “Fuck- you’re so good for me, feels so good,” she cries out. “Cum in me, give it to me, oh.”

He doesn’t need much more than that to let go and bites her thigh to prevent a moan from erupting when it happens.

Lorcan is slower now, gentle rocking into her. He flinches at the wince she makes when he drops her leg, lets it fall to his hip. “You hurting?”

“No,” Elide swallows and brings a soft peck against his lower lip. “Never.”

“And you’re bein honest-“

“Always, with you.”

He still kisses her in apology as he pulls out; for a moment, he watches his cum drip from her. When Lorcan’s sated gaze meets hers, Elide pinkens and looks away. Softly, he presses his lips to her cheek before his heavy body drops beside her, on his back. 

After a few silent minutes, their minds coming back to themselves, here’s a cocky smirk on his lips as he drawls, “You pissed ‘cause I flipped your ass, huh.”

She’s pouting at him, but her hands are tugging at him closer and closer so it undermines her projected upset. “I never get a turn,” Elide mumbles, still spacey from his dick. “I thought you’d think I was pretty on top.”

A small laugh escapes him; Lorcan cranes his head to nip at her jaw. “Looked real fuckin pretty all laid out for me too,” he promises. “Looked too good on top, I had to fill you.”

Elide squirms away from his words, her cheeks flushing hot - he can feel it how their skin sticks together like the way your thighs stick to plastic chairs in the summer sun. “Oh my god,” she gasps. “That’s- oh my god.”

“Nah,” he laughs lowly, “you’re playing li’l miss innocent now, after actin all tough and shit.”

“I am tough.”

“Toughest gal around,” he confirms. “‘specially when you’re begging me to cum inside ya.” His voice stretches to a high key as he croons her words back to her, “‘oh, please, you’re so good for me, cum with me, I need it’-”

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up,” she yelps, her hands pushing his jaw shut. “You’re literally the worst ever, that’s, like-” Elide swallows, cheeks burning, “that’s so not cool, man, I don’t even sound like that!”

He finds her mouth to lay a small kiss against it. Then her arms hook around his neck, and she gives him kisses that linger, making him sink into her, one forearm notionally balancing his weight off of her, but there’s no real space between them; it’s like they’re a part of each other on an atomic level.

She tilts her head to the side to press her lips to the corner of his. “Shower with me?”

“Yeah,” he hums, but he tucks his face into her neck. She moves to sit up, her body pressing into his. Before she can, he slides his hand around her wrist and keeps her down. “Chill, woman. Can’t I just lay with you?”

Strands of his hair move when she exhales with force. “No, I can tell you’re going to fall asleep, and you got cum all over me.”

Elide can hear the joke in Lorcan’s voice when he replies, “You told me to give it to ya.”

“Because,” she clicks her tongue, “I knew you’d cum if I said it. Now get off.”

Lorcan sighs (dramatic) and rolls over, lifting his arm to rest his forearm across his brow. “Annoying the fuck outta me,” he mutters. “Put it down good, and you’re still bothered.”

“Hmm, maybe you should’ve let me try on top,” she quips before crawling over him.

“Ah, you’re never lettin that shit go.”

“I mean… you could make it up to me.”

“You got ideas?”

“A few.”

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an: i have a couple other ideas that would b interconnected with this one, so might turn into a little series. (btw i am trying a new writing style (tbh idk if its actually much different than my normal style) so if it sucks tell me pretty pls) idk if anyones seen street dreams but the argument that ends in "pull up your goddamn pants ya loser" kinda inspired this vision of lorcan. (ALSO STREAM 'C U GIRL' BY STEVE LACEY HUGE INSPO FOR THIS TOO)

tag list: @sassyhobbits @empress-ofbloodshed @celestialams @the-regal-warrior @icecream52 @elentiyawhitethorn @goddess-aelin @julemmaes (lmk if u want to be added/removed<3)

[roseeycreates-blog]

I made pesto pasta today since my mom requested it, and I also tried that trending cucumber salad from TikTok with sesame oil, honey and chili.

Then I got an idea for the Farmer AU: Farmer Lin is an amazing cook, and her farmers and neighbors are always sharing recipes with her. This time, she got a cucumber salad recipe from a restaurant owner who buys crops from her.

That night, Lin cooked up some pesto pasta and that cucumber salad. After tasting everything, she was happy with how it turned out. When Tenzin got home from the Air Temple (where he’d been teaching young acolytes about the Air Nation), Lin greeted him and told him dinner was ready. Tenzin quickly washed up, eager to see what his wife had made.

He asked about the dishes, and Lin told him about the cucumber salad. Curious, he tried it first and said, "Hmm, it's good—sweet and spicy. I like it." Lin couldn’t help but smile at his reaction.

Tenzin took another bite and said, “You know, this salad is kind of like us. You’re the cucumber, and I’m the sauce. We’re perfect together.”

Lin raised an eyebrow and replied, “So, you’re saying this delicious sauce is you, and I’m the bland vegetable?”

Tenzin quickly tried to backpedal, “That’s not what I meant! Cucumbers are good, and besides, cucumbers are green while the sauce is a mix of yellow and red. See? That’s our color.”

Lin looked at him skeptically. “Right…”

Tenzin continued, “and the sauce is sweet and spicy, just like us.”

Lin chuckled, “Oh, you’re not done yet, huh? Well, I can’t deny that you’ve added some sweetness to my life.”

“And you add spice to mine,” Tenzin whispered with a smirk, making Lin laugh.

“Well, if we’re comparing us to food, this pasta is like us too. I’m the leafy veggies, and you’re the walnuts.”

Tenzin looked at Lin, puzzled, before chuckling and playfully nudging her. “Oh, really? Why is that?”

“Because, like the veggies, I’m good for you and—”

“And?” Tenzin asked, leaning in.

“And walnuts because you’re nuts… my nutty man,” Lin added, trying not to laugh.

Tenzin grinned, shaking his head. “I guess I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Year 1 of Marriage.

[zilodak]

Oh, and also I'd wanted to add that Sim Spring gives me "Retro turkish music mixed with abba and industrial metal" but I can't find something similar.

I have something but it doesn't have ABBA or industrial metal vibes. It's also in the Sim Spring playlist!

Lin Pesto - Maazallah (YGA)

[inceliklerden]

yaz ve şarkıları 🫠✨

[laz-kay]

Who in the Burger universe do you think would've read Marx's manifesto? Who's a burger commie lol (/pos)

Bloody hell I love that question!

I feel like Louise would highkey throw herself into reading it after learning about some sort of injustice in the class system, then she'd make it her whole personality and rope Tina and Gene into getting involved too. All three of the burger kids are passionate, and they show it off in different ways.

Honestly, I could picture anyone reading it aside from the Fishoeders, Jimmy Pesto and Calvin's posh twat friends. Grover probably read it in college sparking his hatred for his cousins and the class system, Linda would skim read it and join a protest somewhere about worker's rights, Bob would read it and spend his days ranting to Teddy and Mort about how hard he and Lin work for so little. Hell, I could even see the kid's teachers (especially Ambrose and Labonz) reading it and spending their lunch breaks bitching about Spoors over spiked coffee.

[acivermezbitenseyler]

benim için her yer aynı, niye mutsuzum?

[neverfeltsoalonee]

lin pesto ve jakuzi dinleme yorgunlugu diye de bi sey var

[gelmemeyeegitmisim]

Lin Pesto; bugünü yaşamak dururken hala dargınsın yarınlara😶👍🏻

Lvbelc5; AĞĞGGHHHHHHH ARABAAĞĞĞMM DACİAAAA🥹🥹😭😔🥺🥺

[dantefalann]

sokakta yürürken kulağımda lin pesto çalınca aşırı main character hissediorum

[tusee]

Hak yazarsa olur

Yananı görür Allah

Görür inşallah

[bendeliyimhanimefendi]

Lin pesto -haykıracak nefesim kalmasa bile

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