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11:00 PM EDT June 9, 2026:

Sonic Youth - "Total Trash" From the album Daydream Nation (October 1988)

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#Sonic Youth #Daydream Nation #Total Trash

Hi!

Who's ur fav character on gg and least fav? N why?

Anon…. You’re killing me here because right now I really don’t like anyone 😅 Normally I’d say Rio is my favorite but these last couple episodes he’s been so fucking out of character (in my opinion) and Beth is going full on scorched earth betraying everyone.

Sooooo…. Favorite character is probably Annie for her funny one liners. Least favorite? Take your pick 😭

#I truly have no answer #I just watched the latest 2 eps #total trash #what happened to this show?#nbc good girls #asks

𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 / ft. @bcguilc : based, bullet 2.

‘ so, about that phone call last night, ’ figures she’ll address it before they can, lips pressing together momentarily as long black nails rap impatiently on her own upper arm after her arms cross. and while typically a comfortable position for her, this time it’s one of defense as her eyes lift finally. ‘ forget it. ’ turns slightly away to further the separation .. nose wrinkling as she cast her gaze to the window left of her. what she said next couldn’t be said directly to them, as it wasn’t true .. and despite her many secretive qualities she was absurdly poor at the one that mattered most —— lying. ‘ i didn’t mean anything i said. ’

#bcguilc #ok i hope this isn't !!!!#total trash #𝘟𝘐𝘐𝘐 ╱ 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 –––––– ruby katherine adler.

Just saw the preview for this week’s Grey’s and OWEN CONTINUES TO BE TOTAL TRASH.

Hate.

#owen hunt #total trash #grey’s anatomy

badmusesdoitwell replied to your link: Xavier Files on Twitter

“I will make your life miserable unless you join my harem” is coercion :/ like wtf

OH THEN HE UPS IT TO “OR I’LL KILL YOU” And then she beats him unconscious. And when her comrades walk in on it, they don’t question her at all, they just assume he deserved it. So satisfying

#badmusesdoitwell #yeah Fabian is just #total trash #the moment he gets ANY power #he does this #makes it so satisfying when he gets what he deserves tho

Yes, Coach

So I find it pretty funny watching the freshers drool over our coaches and wondered if it was possible for a non creepy coach-player relationship to exist and just started writing this... let me know if this is trash or not and if you’re interested in the part 2 I’m currently writing.

Part 1 - Drunken nights. Word count: 1,197

Breakups are never easy, especially when the relationship was, seemingly, perfect. How you can go from ‘I want to marry you one day’ to ‘It’s over’ in approximately two weeks still doesn’t make sense but here you are, three weeks after the breakup, ready to go on another night out to try and forget it all. And what is a post-breakup night out (though this is maybe the fourth or fifth but hey ho, what is uni for?) without your best friends taking you out and getting horrifically drunk in solidarity? So here you were, Katie by your side, joining one of your friend's rugby socials for a nice messy night out. Now you and Katie aren’t unfamiliar with these kinds of socials, being part of the universities lady's rugby club, but this night ended up being messier than you could expect.

Turns out it was a joint rugby social – two of the universities men’s rugby clubs had decided to join together for a joint mega social. One of these, was the one your friends, including Katie’s boyfriend, were a part of. The other just so happened to be the one your rugby club’s assistant coaches played for – and who doesn’t love being blackout drunk in front of their coaches?

Clearly, the thing to do in this situation, was to chat to your coaches, which is nice; but chatting to your coaches – Will and Luke– in most bars along the bar crawl meant that you all ended up incredibly drunk, and in the club at the same time. Without the majority of people who were on the social. Great.

Rather than split up and wander around dancing as pairs, you decided to make the most of being with people you knew, kind of friends, kind of just acquaintances. In fact, the conversations you had with the two of them may be the most you’d ever spoken to them. Ever.

***

Having had far too many shots, vk’s and passion bombs (if you don’t know what these are – they're jaeger bombs but with passoa liquor instead of jaeger - super good, you must try them!) than is healthy, you woke up on Sunday morning to your phone ringing.

“Katie, why?” The only person who would ring you like this would be Katie, she’d done it after every night out since the break-up, making sure you were still alive and not too ill from all the alcohol you’d consumed the night before. It was cute, just not in the moment. “How are we doing this morning?” She sounded far too happy. “We’re alive don’t worry. Actually, I feel surprisingly okay.” Maybe you were still drunk. “Yeah, definitely still drunk, or maybe you just had a really good night, hmm.” It’s far too early for teasing drunken decisions. “Shut up.” “Okay shutting up. P.S. you have one hour until training starts, see you soon my little drunken mess.” “ONE HOUR?! No, no, I can make that pretty easily.. I think?” And with that, she hung up laughing.

“Everything okay?” Well fuck.

After all the shots and in your drunken haze you ended up getting off with a nice boy, took him home and well, got to know each other, very well. The only issue is, the boy you so very smartly chose to take home, was Will. As in Will, your rugby coach.

“Mhm, just Katie.” You shivered, the covers having slipped down a bit from you reaching for your phone. In response, Will opened his armed motioning for you to almost snuggle in to warm you up. Having been very happy with how the night had gone, you gladly moved closer for some post rebound snuggles. “She was just checking I was still alive after last night and to say that there was only an hour until training. “Oh fuck.” Yeah, coaches are supposed to be there early so oops? Will made a shift as if he was about to move and get up and run out the door but stopped to look at you. “We should probably talk about last night before training...” “Yeah we probably should.” yay for awkwardness. “I’m gonna be totally honest: I only really just came out of a relationship, though that doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy last night. I mean I did, you’re... Amazing.” Yay for making a rugby boy ramble. It’s kind of adorable. “Will, chill it’s fine. I also got out of a relationship a couple of weeks ago, I get the rebound thing. Same with last night, it was good.” Checking the time, you started to get out of bed, grabbing some kit out of a drawer. Will followed your lead, grabbing his clothes from the night before, scattered all over the room. “What do you want to do about training?” Will enquired. There weren’t really multiple options on how to not make it awkward, you were going to see him three times a week for the rest of the year. “The easiest thing is probably to act as though nothing happened? Rather than end up with the girls on a witch hunt about it.” Rugby girls always want gossip, and this would definitely be some tea. “You’re probably right, might not be the most professional thing to do ya know - sleep with someone you’re coaching.” Will joked. Laughing you responded. “You could always count it as an extra session, coach.” You winked calling him coach as you put your gum shield and rugby boots into your bag. “Does that mean I should be expecting more extra sessions then?” Will joked, keeping his eyes locked on yours, the sexual tension from the night before returning. Walking towards him, stopping so your bodies were just brushing against each other. “I won’t be mad if there are more extras.”

With that, Will pulled you close and kissed you. This was different to the night before, less of a sloppy drunk, desperate kiss, and more of a purely lust filled kiss, one that demanded more and more physicality. Arms wound around his neck, his around your waist and back, pulling you close. Walking you back towards the bed, you allowed yourself to fall back when your legs touched the familiar frame. Almost immediately Will was back on top of you, holding his weight just above you, creating some space between you. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pulled him down onto you, and right at that moment, you’re alarm went off.

“Fuck sake.” Nothing like an alarm to ruin the mood. “That’s my thirty-minute warning alarm.” “Oh shit, I should probably run then, if I have any hope of being on time.” Right, coach time. “Maybe, I’ll walk you out.” Look at you being a good host. You grabbed your water bottle and bag and followed Will down the stairs.

After a kind of awkward look, you opened the door trying to save yourself from more awkwardness, Will left, but before you could shut the door he turned around to face you one last time. “I wouldn’t be mad either.” With that, he left.

Shutting the door, you let out a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding.

“Yes, coach.” You whispered.

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