#mixrings

[authenticfashionstatements]

adidas Neo Futro Mixr Lifestyle Shoes 'White Olive Green'

[starrystevie]

it was all supposed to be a dumb joke.

the boys had been sitting around after rehearsal one night passing a bowl and more than a few beers, laughing about how unsuccessful the newest music based social media app would be. mere seconds of songs looping over and over with other songs mixed in would never work, especially for corroded coffin where the story, the buildup of their songs was part of the reason to listen.

it all started with jeff, grinning slowly ear to ear. "what if were to get in there and take some celebrity's name for a user name? like paris hilton or something."

then it moved to gareth, who paused with a scrunched up face. "dude, paris hilton? what the fuck kind of reference is that..."

then it was over to greg, choking on a smoke-laced laugh. "yeah, it'd be funnier if it was eddie's pop prince loverboy instead."

that got everyone's attention. eddie had protested to ears that didn't want to hear it as they cackled in their studio that they rented by the hour, bent over in their rolling chairs, leaning against the side of the mixing board for support.

"loverboy?! you know i can't stand steve harrington and his bullshit lyrics, what the fuck kind of suggestion is that..."

but come the next day, when the weed had left his system and his veins were alcohol-free, eddie stared at the mixr app home screen and the blinking red circle over his inbox with disdain after successfully acquiring a user name he never would have picked for himself.

'steveharrington', eddie's account says, along with an icon of himself and his tongue out.

if it hadn't been for being less than sober when the app dropped. if it hadn't been for his best friends egging him on with taunts and jeers and kissy noises and less than sincere dreamy calls of 'oh steve' in the background. if it hadn't been for the way that eddie secretly did think about a certain head of floppy hair and soft brown eyes and shoulders littered with constellations.

if it hadn't been for all of that he wouldn't have had the chance to have his celebrity crush, the steve harrington, in his inbox at 8am on a random tuesday morning.

"good morning!" the message says simply enough. eddie stares at the words, trying to process what they mean, looking at the verified username of 'steveharrington1' next to an icon of his most recent album along with it. his inbox is flooded with people all asking him random things, thinking he's the real steve harrington, but this one verified account has him shaking.

for all that eddie is, all big hair and black jeans and skull rings and leather, he's still a man. a man who can look at a pop star, annoying as their music may be, and see charm. he can see attractiveness. he can see that smile that steve harrington has perfected behind his eyelids and he can see them strolling off into the sunset together hand in hand and he can see steve all flushed and breathing heavily underneath him on a mountain of plush pillows and he can see-

the message pings again with a new addition. "i know this seems weird and my team advised against it but i'd really like your user name of... well, my name."

eddie blinks slowly. he pictures steve maybe laying in bed, maybe sitting at the breakfast table with a cup of coffee, with his phone in his hand as he types out a message to him. to think that steve has any idea about him existing on any sort of level is doing his head in. his heartbeat races a little faster as he types back with shaky hands and a pit in his stomach.

"is this real?" is all he can type out, leaning against the kitchen counter as he waits for his coffee to brew.

three dots pull up on the app screen before disappearing and eddie pulls his lip in between his teeth to focus his energy elsewhere. he tears his eyes away from his phone and looks out the window to watch the people out for their morning walks. he's just about to the point where he thinks about maybe taking up walking if nothing else to get all the pent up energy out of him when the app dings again. as he looks back, his heart sinks to the bottom of his stomach.

it's a photo of steve that can't have been released before. he's sitting outside in bright sunshine with sunglasses on, tousled hair and grin on his face. he's holding his hand up in a thumbs up and eddie can see the remnants of cream cheese on the side of his index finger.

he sucks in a stuttering breath through his teeth, trying to force his lungs to breath again. the dots pop up on screen once more and the message that comes through is instantaneous.

"real enough for you?" it reads. and then an additional message is tacked on. "need me to hold up a newspaper with the date on it?"

there's a winky face that follows and it feels fake even though it's very real. this whole morning feels wrong, unreal. he's just eddie munson, some singer in some halfway popular band in some kind of shitty neighborhood in los angeles that just happens to have not just some pop star in his dms. this doesn't happen to him.

"why did your team tell you not to message me? does my reputation precede me?"

eddie pulls his hand up to his mouth to bite at the side of his fingernail, watching the screen with rapt attention and waiting for the typing dots to disappear.

"according to this account your name is steve harrington and yes, i'd say his reputation does precede him."

eddie barks out a laugh, not exactly expecting that.

he didn't know what he was expecting out of any of this. he thought that it might help get the corroded coffin name out more if he got tangled up somehow with the steve harrington name. spark a little bit of drama to boost their visibility. but now here he is, talking to the man himself, cracking jokes and trying not to hyperventilate.

"how were you able to get this name so fast anyway? my team was on it right when the app dropped last night."

"i had the power of bandmates and weed on my side," he types back, side of his mouth quirking up into a smile.

"oh so you're a musician? maybe i should be looking into your reputation then, mystery person."

eddie pauses and thinks about every option. he is semi-known in the metal scene, his outlandish stunts on stage and political speeches at shows that garner them becoming an almost brand for him. if he tells steve who he is, would he know? care? run away from the scary guy who may or may not use stage blood in every music video?

but the thing is, he's not a scary guy and he never has been. he might be a little intimidating and he guesses that's the armor he puts on everyday after being bullied in school but it's not an accurate showing of who he is. eddie is sweet, funny, kind of smart in that has random fun facts about dungeons and dragons kind of way.

and he wants the steve harrington to know that guy.

eddie flips over at his middle so his head is nearly touching the floor and ruffles his hair, giving it volume and calming down the frizz that comes from sleep. he shakes it out of his face once he's upright and grabs his garfield coffee mug if only to have something to do with his hands. grabbing his phone off the counter, he opens the camera option in their message thread and snaps a quick picture of himself grinning, mug next to his face with a matching cat-like smirk. he nervously presses send before he can even think about all the flaws with it.

"eddie munson at your service," is what he types out with a saluting emoji and a muttered prayer to whoever would listen to him that things don't end horribly.

it's not like he's expecting to sweep steve off his feet. he knows that steve has picture perfect partners, he sees enough internet news to know that gruff and dark isn't the kind of guy he normally goes for. but he looks back at the photo he sent and hopes that steve sees the kindness in his eyes, the scruff on his jawline that makes it look just the smallest bit chiseled, the whimsy and life that he embodies that comes from a tacky coffee cup.

there isn't an automatic answer and it makes whatever hope eddie has floating around his system falter. ''at this point you've probably searched me and i can reassure you, i'm not actually a vampire like google seems to think i am."

"holy shit."

it's short, two words followed by typing dots that disappear, reappear, disappear once more before reappearing for the last time.

"would you believe me if i told you that i am huge fan??"

choking on coffee hurts, eddie finds out. he coughs as the hot liquid goes down the wrong pipe and concentrates on the messages once he gets his bearings back. steve, the steve harrington, a fan of his? it's a prank, it has to be, there is no way that steve harrington-

"one of my exes took me to your show at the bowl and it quite possibly changed my life. you gave that speech about the pipeline before the encore and i went home and bought every single one of your albums that same night."

he's dead. the papers will read 'eddie munson found dead in his home in a ratty metallica shirt holding onto a garfield coffee mug and cellphone open to a chat where steve harrington tells him he's a fan of his work'. it's the only way that this is possibly happening. he's died and gone to whatever fucked up version of heaven has him still living in his shitty la apartment.

"are you fucking kidding me?" is what he types back, slamming his coffee mug onto the counter to have access to both hands. "you've heard my stuff?"

and then it happens, like out of a shitty teenage rom-com, his phone is lighting up with an in-app call from steve harrington. the steve harrington. careful not to drop his phone in his hurried movements, he presses accept faster than he thinks his fingers have every worked.

"hello?" he questions into the phone and there's no hello back, just steve apparently freaking out as much as he is.

"i hope this is okay," he says and god, does his voice sound wonderful over the phone like this. "but it's faster and i have too many things to say that typing it all out would be stupid."

eddie grins and his feet tap against the ground like an excited kid. "it's fine, i uhm... i get it. god, this is weird."

steve hums in agreement before laughing. and oh, that laugh. it has eddie floating up to cloud nine, heart thumping painfully in his chest, butterflies beating their wings wildly in his stomach.

"yeah, it's definitely not how i expected this morning to go. talking to eddie munson, wow."

"sure," eddie snorts, "you talk to celebrities all the time, i'm sure this is small fish for you."

he hears steve laugh again, soft and gentle, like it's meant just for eddie. "i might talk to celebrities all the times but not ones that i have posters on my wall of like a pre-teen. i'm properly geeking out right now."

eddie short circuits. that's the only way to explain the way his body shuts down as he slumps into an armchair in the living room.

"you, steve harrington, have posters of me on your bedroom wall?" eddie's mouth feels dry as he talks and regrets making coffee at all because he's wide awake now and feels jittery.

"well okay, to be fair, it's of the whole band and it's in my studio but you are shirtless so i contemplated putting it in my bedroom." something shifts on the other end of the line and it sounds like steve sitting down. there's birds chirping in the background and eddie closes his eyes to picture himself sitting with steve on a patio instead of in his dingy apartment.

"you're gonna give me big head, pretty boy." the pet name slips out before he can stop it and the pitch of his voice lowering is out of his control. eddie can't be held responsible for his actions at 8am especially when he's flirting over the phone with his celebrity crush.

"pretty boy, hmm?" steve murmurs back. "so does that mean you have posters of me too?"

the timbre of his voice shoots from eddie's ears all the way down to his toes, lighting his veins on fire as it travels down his body. the hopeful part of his brain supplies an image of steve smirking, relaxing in a pool chair outside of what must be a mansion, phone in one hand and cup of coffee in the other. it could be domestic, if eddie thinks about it hard enough. if he wants it enough.

and god, does he want that. domestic bliss with steve harrington.

"well i wouldn't exactly call picturing you in my dreams every night posters, but it's close enough i guess."

it's gutsy, it's brash, it's too forward for a tuesday morning but steve started it. he hears a shaky exhale on the other end of the line and lets out a chuckle. it feels like they're playing chess and there's no clear cut winner quite yet but if the match ends in a tie, eddie can't exactly say he'd be upset about it.

"i tell you what," steve says in an almost airy voice. "in exchange for giving me my user name, i'll give you my number and you can use it to see me in something other than your dreams tonight."

"...are you bribing me, harrington?"

"is it working?"

eddie takes in a deep breath and thinks about what possible plans he could have with the username 'steveharrington' that would amount to something better than taking the man himself out on a date with his phone number saved as a contact in his phone. he'd put a heart next to it and everything.

"of course it is."

the call drops away and it's quick enough for eddie to think everything that happened in the last 30 minutes could have been a fever dream but then there's three dots on the message thread and his hopeful heart starts to kick back into gear.

"213-555-5469. let me know when you've given up that username and i'll let you know when to pick me up. it's a win-win all around. turns out we each get to go a date with our celebrity crushes, how lucky is that?"

it's signed with a kissing face emoji and eddie's glad that he's sitting down when the last picture steve sends comes through. he's grinning in a way eddie's never seen before, blush high on his cheeks, sweaty shoulders and collarbones and pecs glinting in the early morning sun, and eddie thinks it's probably too early to be in love with someone but he's well on his way.

he texts the number he's sent without hesitation and without shaking hands this time. he signs the message with a black heart like it's a signature of it's own.

"lucky indeed."

[fullmetalwindbreaker]

there should be dating apps named after kitchen appliances other than grindr. slicr, blendr, food processr, stand mixr, et cet- (phone rings) hello? .yes? …what do you mean it’s not named after that? ….yes it is, what’s more sexual than meat being torn apart and mashed into little pieces?

[lerios]

i love how absolutely casually gay Teddy is, like, yeah whatever he's doing is always a joke, but the joke is how wierdly he's fawning over a stranger, not the fact that the stranger is a dude, the joke is that he's really really intense about this specific thing, not that that thing is musical theatre - when Hardache starts shit with him for being effeminate, the joke is how oldfashioned and insecure Hardache is, not that Teddy isn't ~manly~ enough in the first place. his first reaction to the mixr app is "like grindr?" and no one has anything shitty to say about it.

he's a comic relief gay character but the comedy is never that he's gay and i love him so much🥺🥺🥺

[beebascloset]

Rating Beats by Dre but only the red headphones

I've never owned Beats in my life but I would like to. I'm only rating these based on how they look, I don't really care about if they're wired or wireless, because I'm concerned about aesthetics when it comes to headphones, because Beats is one of the few companies who can make headphones look badass. And I'm rating the red ones only because I like red. And I won't be reviewing some if they look like another model (the Solo² and Solo² Wireless might as well be the same)

Beats Studio

6/10, I don't body shame, but I will body shame these headphones because they're bottom heavy. They're one of the first headphones by Beats launched in 2008 for people who made music, so this may have been the fashion. I really like the colors, but these are too big for me :(

Solo HD (Drenched)

9/10, really like the all around red color here. Though it's a bit basic, and looks flimsy, it's still cool and much lighter than the first Studio headphones.

Solo HD (Glossy)

3/10, these are ugly. The glossy part is fine, I like how the Beats logo looks on silver, but the gray? Absolutely ruins it. They did these glossy headphones bad.

Wireless

1/10, come on guys. Have you not learned? You made it worse by inflating the cups and—are those buttons on the outside? Not cool. I'm sure they work, but I don't even think the newer models do it like that.

Mixr

8/10, they're unique, I'll give them that. But why are the wires visible? What are those U-shaped things, and why do they have to connect to the band? Can't it just all be one thing? Regardless, I kinda like the colors on this.

Studio Wireless

5/10, they're mid. These are studio headphones, meaning they're not meant for casual consumers. It looks bulky and I don't like the gray. But it seems they've solved the button problem by making them look more discreet (on the bottom if you can't find them), if they are buttons.

Solo² Wireless

10/10, we're actually getting somewhere. I would actually buy these ones. These look more fashionable and professionally made because they gave these some dimension. The color choice here is excellent, and they're my favorite on the list.

Solo Pro

2/10, can you even call this red? I can barely even see the logo. These look off brand. What the hell even. Unreal.

Solo³ Wireless

4/10. I like this design better, but I'm still not liking the color. I'm not kidding, it's called "Citrus Red." That's like if you had a shade of green that looked kinda blue and called it "Navy Green." Not cool.

7/10, I like the color and design, but they're too big. I know they're studio headphones, but that's not the point. I don't know what the point is but it doesn't matter because it's my opinion and I get to choose what to say.

[thuggaloshow]

2 scoops of whoop x Onsted x Elixir in the mixr

[automaticvr]

Forestillingen Mortalities giver dig adgang til underverdenen, når dødens ledsager tager dig i hånden. Med forsigtige skridt træder I ud på en lang, knagende hængebro og drager om på den anden side. Virtual Reality-operaen Mortalities er et nyt operaformat. Fire gæster lukkes ind ad gangen til en eksklusiv oplevelse, der både er fysisk og virtuel. Efter et indledende ritual, bevæger du dig fysisk rundt i en stor live installation, hvor der udspiller sig en multisensorisk dødsopera. Seks versioner af døden Med inspiration fra nekroæstetiske aspekter af død har det kunstneriske hold udviklet seks versioner af døden, som du får mulighed for at afprøve. Du rejser gennem det kolde, det tunge, det beskidte, det forvrængede og kommer tæt på den fulde dekomposition – før der opstår liv igen. Librettoen er skrevet af Ursula Andkjær Olsen og sat i musik af SØS Gunver Ryberg der tilfører operasangernes stemmer et nyt udtryk i et elektronisk univers. Det visuelle udtryk er skabt af Ninna Steen, der i samarbejde med MANND og Quad studio forener den fysiske verden med et virtuelt univers. Konceptet er skabt og initieret af kunstnerisk leder Rebekka Bohse Meyer, der med Mortalities undersøger VRs potentiale for opera i Danmarks første VR-opera. Koncept, instruktion & kunstnerisk ledelse: Rebekka Sofie Bohse Meyer Komposition af elektronisk musik, kor & stemmer: SØS Gunver Ryberg Visuel kunstner/ design af rum og karakterer: Ninna Steen Libretto: Ursula Andkjær Olsen Animation & koreografi: Ninna Steen VR-udviklere: MANND VR-producer: Maria Herholdt Engermann VR lead technician: Jeppe Jost Etzerodt 3D modellering & 3D animation: Quad Studio Lydimplementering og lydeffekter: Frederik la Cour Shader Artist: Bastian Leonhardt Strube Vokal indspilninger, tekniker: Oliver Matthew Volz Tekstkonsulenter: Katrine Jensen, Orien Longo Maskedesign og produktion: Trine Thulstrup Rekvisitter: Niels Lau Nielsen Kostume: Mie Drud Producer: Lars Vind-Andersen Produktion: Jakobe Performing Arts Co-produktion: Sort/Hvid, Copenhagen Opera Festival Sangere Soloer komponeret ud fra improvisation med sangerne Live-sangere: Anne-Kristine Skov Andersen, Katinka Marie Frida Bohse Meyer Sangere i VR: Anne-Kristine Skov Andersen, Kirsten Voss, Stephen Yeseta, Mathias Monrad Møller, Mikkel Tuxen Tak til Mikkel Krause Frantzen, Jakob Matzen, MixR lab, niimblr, ArtFreq Studio, Pavillion K Støttet af Statens Kunstfond, Bikubenfonden, Augustinus Fonden, William Demant Fonden, Wilhelm Hansen Fonden, Dansk Komponistforening, Dansk Skuespillerforbund, Dansk Solistforbund

[newestmusic]

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[gettingreadyfortour]

Sightless Escape is another song that Trey Anastasio has not played except a handful of times and I would welcome it because it’s really good! I did not go in blind to the show like some people did. I listened to every GOTF show every single night on Mixr because yeah I had to it was a mission I was on, it wasn’t even a question. I couldn’t understand I couldn’t fathom not listening before going and I still stand by that because I feel like I got to enjoy it more because I already had favorites going in and I just went to the second show. I listened to that Portland show for almost 24 straight hours until I was inside The Met on April 5, 2019. And then I listened to my show on repeat cause I was there it was my show lol. I was still in my original seat at this point and I don’t think I knew I was going to move and omg I hit the jackpot when I upgraded my seat!

How does he do it? How can one person be so phucking talented?

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[djdeluxe]

NEW MIX ALERT!

Stream FREE my latest classic mix upload which is part of The Mix Re-Collection Series: Episode 4. Visit my SOUNDCLOUD page to hear other exclusive DJ mixes created by DJ Deluxe. Stay updated with the latest information about future releases by regularly visiting www.djdeluxe.com.au. Don’t forget to SHARE or REPOST so others may discover DJ Deluxe!

[automaticvr]

Forestillingen Mortalities giver dig adgang til underverdenen, når dødens ledsager tager dig i hånden. Med forsigtige skridt træder I ud på en lang, knagende hængebro og drager om på den anden side. Virtual Reality-operaen Mortalities er et nyt operaformat. Fire gæster lukkes ind ad gangen til en eksklusiv oplevelse, der både er fysisk og virtuel. Efter et indledende ritual, bevæger du dig fysisk rundt i en stor live installation, hvor der udspiller sig en multisensorisk dødsopera. Seks versioner af døden Med inspiration fra nekroæstetiske aspekter af død har det kunstneriske hold udviklet seks versioner af døden, som du får mulighed for at afprøve. Du rejser gennem det kolde, det tunge, det beskidte, det forvrængede og kommer tæt på den fulde dekomposition – før der opstår liv igen. Librettoen er skrevet af Ursula Andkjær Olsen og sat i musik af SØS Gunver Ryberg der tilfører operasangernes stemmer et nyt udtryk i et elektronisk univers. Det visuelle udtryk er skabt af Ninna Steen, der i samarbejde med MANND og Quad studio forener den fysiske verden med et virtuelt univers. Konceptet er skabt og initieret af kunstnerisk leder Rebekka Bohse Meyer, der med Mortalities undersøger VRs potentiale for opera i Danmarks første VR-opera. Koncept, instruktion & kunstnerisk ledelse: Rebekka Sofie Bohse Meyer Komposition af elektronisk musik, kor & stemmer: SØS Gunver Ryberg Visuel kunstner/ design af rum og karakterer: Ninna Steen Libretto: Ursula Andkjær Olsen Animation & koreografi: Ninna Steen VR-udviklere: MANND VR-producer: Maria Herholdt Engermann VR lead technician: Jeppe Jost Etzerodt 3D modellering & 3D animation: Quad Studio Lydimplementering og lydeffekter: Frederik la Cour Shader Artist: Bastian Leonhardt Strube Vokal indspilninger, tekniker: Oliver Matthew Volz Tekstkonsulenter: Katrine Jensen, Orien Longo Maskedesign og produktion: Trine Thulstrup Rekvisitter: Niels Lau Nielsen Kostume: Mie Drud Producer: Lars Vind-Andersen Produktion: Jakobe Performing Arts Co-produktion: Sort/Hvid, Copenhagen Opera Festival Sangere Soloer komponeret ud fra improvisation med sangerne Live-sangere: Anne-Kristine Skov Andersen, Katinka Marie Frida Bohse Meyer Sangere i VR: Anne-Kristine Skov Andersen, Kirsten Voss, Stephen Yeseta, Mathias Monrad Møller, Mikkel Tuxen Tak til Mikkel Krause Frantzen, Jakob Matzen, MixR lab, niimblr, ArtFreq Studio, Pavillion K Støttet af Statens Kunstfond, Bikubenfonden, Augustinus Fonden, William Demant Fonden, Wilhelm Hansen Fonden, Dansk Komponistforening, Dansk Skuespillerforbund, Dansk Solistforbund