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„Voulez-Vous“ is still my old ABBA favorite but gahd the way „Don't Shut Me Down“ slaps sounds like I can sexy walk my way out of a heist with that beat
Don’t shut me down issa vibe x definitely makes me feel like I’m doing hot girl shit ☀️
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A thread of them being just pure angels 💕
Worth noting: ABBA received a Grammy nomination, and for one of the biggest awards in the entire thing. “I Still Have Faith in You” (the first single released off of the Voyage album; I think the album missed the release eligibility deadline to be nominated, but the single was released a few months earlier) was nominated for Record of the Year. This is awarded to the best single recording of the year as decided on by the Recording Academy. (There is a separate award for the songwriters, called Song of the Year.) And Record of the Year is awarded to the artists, producers, mixers, and engineers of that recording.
To give you an idea of how big a deal that is, it was also nominated alongside songs like “Peaches” by Justin Bieber, “Drivers License” by Olivia Rodrigo, and “Leave the Door Open” by Silk Sonic (the supergroup formed by Bruno Mars and Anderson.Paak), among others.
I don’t expect ABBA to win the Grammy, but to still be nominated after all these years is incredibly impressive!
Oh…and did I mention this is ABBA’s first Grammy nomination…ever?! Let that stew on you for a minute. They managed to get into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame before they ever received a Grammy nomination.
Congratulations, ABBA, and best of luck at the Grammys!
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So it’s been a while, this whore was been pretty quiet 🙊 keen to be back and being a fandom slut x dm me please so I can talk shit and make friends 🥰
Sam On The Sidelines (Wincest)
Fic Description: Football quarterback Dean has a secret. He prefers guys. If his teammates knew they’d laugh him right out of football altogether. Ultra nerd, and pre law major Sammy, has the world’s biggest crush on Dean ever since his friend dragged him to a game. Is this a love written in the stars or bound to fizzle out?
Word count: 1,191
Warnings: some light angst
A/N: A birthday present for my best friend @chuckdangit
“Come on, Sam,” Jo pleaded, pulling on his arm. “One football game isn’t going to kill you. I promise you’ll still be a super nerd by the time it’s over.”
Sam rolled his eyes and let Jo drag him into the stadium. They sat in the front row, Sam shifted as close to the edge of their section of bleachers as possible, hoping to find a good opportunity to make a break for it at some point during the game. But, as the game started and the players came onto the field, Sam was intrigued. The star quarterback, Dean, who he’d only ever heard the name of due to the stories people told about him, was everything he was said to be. Handsome, muscular, bit of a show off too. He seemed to be quite the ladies man, winking at the cheerleaders as he ran by. Sam rolled his eyes.
“Do that again, and they’ll stick,” Jo quipped, and Sam nudged her arm with his elbow.
“You’re the one that made me come to this,” Sam reminded her.
“Fine, roll your eyes all you want then.”
Finally, Dean came by Sam and Jo’s section, slowing down his brisk jog as he locked eyes with Sam. “Keep it moving, Winchester,” the coach shouted. Dean picked up the pace again, keeping his eyes on Sam as long as he was able. Sam never looked away. Maybe football wasn’t as bad as he made it out to be. They lost that night, but no one realized it’s because Dean couldn’t focus on anything other than Sam.
The game Jo took him to was near the middle of the season, but Sam still went to every other home game after that. He always kept his eyes trained on Dean and Dean always looked right at him, giving him either a nod or a wink. Sam always smiled back at him.
Then the last home game of the season rolled around and Dean was there early, hoping to catch up with the cute guy he’d been seeing for most of the season. He kept looking around until finally he spotted him headed for his usual spot. “Hey,” Dean shouted. The guy looked up. Dean walked over and introduced himself. “I’m Dean.”
“Sam,” Sam replied.
“So, Sam,” Dean began, putting his hand on the back of his own neck. “I’ve seen you here for most of the season and I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go out sometime?”
“Yeah, Dean. I’d love that,” Sam accepted.
“You a betting man, Sam?” Sam cocked an eyebrow. “If we win tonight, meet me under the bleachers and let me have a kiss. If we lose, no kiss, just the promise of that date. Okay?”
“Deal,” Sam said, holding his hand out so they could shake on it. Dean let his hand linger a moment before heading off to the locker room.
Dean played as hard as he ever had, tonight’s meeting with Sam giving him all the motivation he needed to win this final game of the season. And he did. They scored a touchdown in the fourth quarter, leading them to victory. But Dean was more excited for what was going to happen after.
He celebrated with the team for a bit before sneaking off to meet Sam. His heart raced when he caught sight of Sam already waiting for him under the bleachers. “Sam,” Dean called. Sam turned around and caught sight of Dean and a big grin spread across his face. “We won,” Dean said awkwardly, again reaching for the back of his neck.
“Yeah, I know. I was there,” Sam teased. Both boys laughed nervously, and then fell silent as Dean leaned in to kiss Sam. Sam didn’t have much experience since his nose was often buried in a book, but with Dean it seemed like he’d done it a thousand times. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to him.
Then a voice calling for Dean interrupted them. It was one of his teammates, still in his uniform. Dean pulled away quickly. “Woah, dude, you’re kidding me right. You aren’t gay, are you,” the teammate asked.
Dean tried to laugh the whole thing off. “No. I don’t know what you thought you saw, we were just talking.”
“Well come on, party’s about to start. All the cheerleaders are waiting for you, Winchester.” Dean’s teammate slapped him on the back and Dean walked off with him. He cast a glance over his shoulder at Sam, but Sam was gone.
Sam had walked off when Dean had, trying to forget him and cursing Jo for ever making him go to a game in the first place. Sam went back to his dorm and tried to work on something to take his mind off everything that happened, but he just couldn’t. Instead he wrote down his feelings on paper.
Dean, I know I can’t begin to know what it’s like for you, but you broke my heart when you left. I know we don’t really know each other, but I felt like that was the start of something, you know. Anyways, I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you really want. I just wanted you to know how I felt. — Sam
Sam looked up Dean’s student mailbox number and delivered his note. He didn’t expect a reply, but it helped him take his mind off of him a little, and that was what he needed right now. He needed time to forget.
Two weeks later and Sam was practically back to normal. His classes and clubs kept him occupied and only in moments when he was alone did he sometimes think about Dean. It was on his way back to his dorm today when something rather unexpected happened.
“Ah, there you are,” someone shouted from far away, but Sam hadn’t really been paying attention, and didn’t think whoever it was had been talking to him. “Sam! Slow down. I may play football but I’m not on the track team.”
Sam stopped in his tracks. He turned around and watched as Dean came running towards him. “You’re hard to track down,” Dean said, nearly out of breath. “I just wanted to say, I got your note like a week and a half ago. I’ve been trying to catch up with you ever since. I’m sorry, Sam, I never should have left, but the guys on the team, they just wouldn’t understand.”
“I know, Dean. And I’m not asking you to blow up your life for me. We hardly know each other,” Sam was saying, but Dean was still talking too.
“That’s why I quit the team,” Dean finished.
“You…what?”
“I quit the team, Sam. I only have one more year. I can go without football. I want to see where this goes. You and me. That was a pretty great kiss after the game, until we got interrupted. And besides, I promised you a date. I don’t go back on my promises.”
Sam smiled. “How about tonight,” he asked.
“I think I’m free,” Dean teased, taking Sam’s hand and walking away with him.
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Me rn.
😂 glad I’m not the only one who noticed her face when she remembers other people exist.
true love is tricking the antichrist into bringing your gf back from hell so you can raw her one last time before u succumb to having ur powers being slowly sucked from ur soul
i am stupid for free. no one pays me to be this stupid and i think that’s very brave
Wilhelmina Venable is mommy as fuck, and you just can’t convince me otherwise.
Queenie 3.04: Madison Montgomery is a stone-cold bitch who loves hard drinking, big dicks and trouble. If she’s dead, it’s probably ‘cause she got wasted and offered the Grim Reaper a hand job or something.
Madison 8.04: *offers the Anti Christ a blow job in hell*
When another gay is hired at your job
@botanyandbooks I found the original post!
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