public isolation

“people look at their phones 2 much in public places!” 

  • u have no idea what that person is looking at it may very well be their dissertation, the last letter they got from their grandma, or a book that’s too big to carry. who care that they wanna look at insta more than at u
  • people used to be bored/self-isolating in public w/newspapers + books don’t act like we were all chatty + friendly before the internet
  • ppl w/anxiety find it comforting and this generation has the highest rate of anxiety on record
  • on that note, phones are transitional objects, which means that they function as a comfort device (a piece of “home” in an unfamiliar place)
  • go touch a soft animal and calm down 

okay but jungkook saying that fire is the most meaningful song to him bc he wants to live freely bc right now he feels trapped in how much he gets inside his own head and then saying ease by troye sivan is his favorite song which is a song about feeling lonely and afraid of fame (life in the public eye) and how isolating that experience is and then also feeling like you have to hide those feelings ….i hope he’s okay


just dropping by to mention that terfs are literal predators who prey on younger/ignorant women and groom them with their beliefs under the threat of isolation and public shaming and relationship-related abuse.

So I just think of something

*Draco using bandages to hide his Dark Mark because it reminds him of his past*

*Draco insisting on wearing long sleeves because he couldn’t bare anyone looking at his mark*

*Draco secretly crying at night because somebody talks shit about him and Malfoys do not break down in public*

*Draco being isolated in 8th year*


*Harry hexes anyone who talks shit about Draco because he is the Saviour and he can*

*Harry looking at Draco’s dot on Marauders Map to make sure Draco is not attacked…again*

*Harry secretly changes the room plan (with a knowing look from Mcgonagall) so he is rooming with Draco*

Draco: You pretentious git get out of my room

*Harry holding Draco and let him sobs into his shoulder when he cries at night*

*Harry embraces Draco’s past*

*Harry kisses Draco’s dark mark gently and repeatedly during sex*

*Harry kisses the Sectumsempra scars*

*Draco might take a bit more time to accpet and embrace his own past but Harry does and that’s okay for now*

*Draco finally removes his bandages*

anonymous asked:

This is gonna sound dumb but what is the Concubine Wars? Like if you explained it before link me to it please or if you haven't can you explain? Even if you don't want to send me to someone who can cause I really wanna know. Why is everyone dying?

It’s okay to ask, although I’m flattered you’re asking me of all people to try and explain this, but I’ll try my best. For the most part, ’ll try to stick closely to canonical information for the most part. And please feel free to contribute to this discussion if you want!

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Close {Pt. 8}

OK! Here’s part 6. I was originally going to do it in one big part but I wanted you guys to read this as quickly as possible because I have a few messages asking me for this next part, so it’s now broken up! I hope this was worth your wait, lol.

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Stefan walked aimlessly through the woods, a red plastic cup in his hand. The beer was barely half done; it was never really his drink and even though there were gaps in his memory, maddening, earth-shattering gaps, he knew it was a distaste that had strengthened over a number of years and that he drank it only if there was nothing else available. Like now.

                He sighed deeply and looked at his surroundings. Drunk girls dancing off-beat to a car stereo. Drunk guys gurgling down shotguns. Tipsy couples giggling mischievously as they teetered deeper into the trees for privacy. Everyone around him was living or at least trying to and he simply watched them, stuck in neutral in the midst of movement, in the thick of things yet detached completely from what was happening. He itched to go back to his dorm, loneliness in solitude was much more bearable than isolation in public, but the urge to keep walking, to wander the woods had taken hold of him. Maybe he’d see her again if he stayed long enough. And if he saw her … Stefan couldn’t explain it but he knew that if he saw her then unasked, unarticulated questions would be answered with her presence and he would find a modicum of peace within himself.

               “You look lost,” said a voice.

               Stefan looked to the left and saw a girl in a halter and denim mini skirt leaning against a tree, watching him.  “You don’t know the half of it,” said Stefan.

               She sauntered up to him and Stefan regarded her; blonde curly hair, slim figure, the kind of girl Michael would “give his left nut” to spend one night with but Stefan felt nothing. And it wasn’t for a lack of trying. He knew she was pretty, beautiful, hot, whatever, but that didn’t seem to matter to him, stir him or agitate him or interest him. No woman did. He’d had relationships throughout high school and all of the girls left saying the same thing: great friend, great lay, shit at vulnerability. What was that Jerry Maguire quote , the one all of Jerry’s exes had said about him? “Good at friendship, bad at intimacy”? Stefan thought back to Candice Holt, the longest relationship he’d had in his new life. When her parents were out of town he’d gone over to her place and they’d ended up watching Jerry Maguire and when that quote came up, she’d turned to him and said, “If that isn’t you.”  

               The girl was directly in front of Stefan now, looking up at him through hooded eyes. “I can help you find your way if you’d like,” she said.

               “Thanks,” said Stefan, smiling tightly. “But I’m OK.”

               “Are you sure?”

               “Positive.”  Stefan continued walking, leaving the girl with a stunned expression on her face and as if on cue, Michael barrelled into him, punching him in the shoulder, spilling some of the beer from his cup.

               “What the hell is the matter with you?”  he said, slurring his words.

               Stefan raised his eyebrows. “What?”

               “What do you mean ‘what’? Did you see the tits on that chick you just rejected?”

               “Always the gentleman, Michael,” said Stefan blandly.

               “I’m just saying, man, you blocked yourself. Congratulations.”

               “I thought we agreed you wouldn’t say that anymore,” said Stefan. “And I think you say it wrong anyway.”

               “Stefan —”                          

               “Listen, she wasn’t my type. End of story.”

               “That girl is everyone’s type!”

               “Then you go talk to her.”

               “I really don’t get you, man,” said Michael. “Girls throw themselves at you and you’re just like … I mean, are you gay? Because it’s cool if you’re gay. I wouldn’t mind.”

               “How progressive of you,” said Stefan, rolling his eyes. “I just haven’t found what I’ve been looking for, that’s all.”

               “You haven’t been looking at all! You were supposed to come out here tonight and get laid.”

               “I came out here tonight because you asked me to.”

               “Fine, go back to the dorm if you’re just going to bring down my buzz all night.”

               Stefan looked over at the building but stayed rooted to the spot. He sighed. Michael grinned and took a large gulp of beer. “You can’t leave without seeing that girl, can you? If she even exists.”

               “She exists,” said Stefan. His voice was forceful and a shadow passed over him, darkening his face to an ominous expression that made Michael shrink a little.

“OK so then —”

Abruptly, Stefan held up his hand to silence Michael. Something in the air had sharpened and in turn something within Stefan shifted. His eyes widened and he hunched his shoulders, a nonexistent breeze caressed his skin, prickling the nape of his neck so shivers erupted all over his back and arms. His heart started to race, his gut coiled, he was drowning and floating at once, faint and grounded.

“Do you feel that?” he asked.

“Feel what?” said Michael.

“You don’t …?” Stefan closed his eyes, breathing in the air, he felt weightless. “You don’t feel that? Something’s different.”

“Are you high? Because if you’re not I have to say you’re freaking me the fuck out.”

Stefan snapped his eyes open.  “She’s here.”

“Who’s here?”

“The girl from the car.”

“Wait, how do you even know?”

“I just do.” Stefan turned to walk but Michael grabbed him by the arm to keep him in place.

“Where are you going?”

“To find her,” said Stefan. “I need to see her face. Just once.”

               “This is weird, man

               “Michael, I have to find her, OK? I just … I have to know her.” Stefan continued walking, heading deeper into the woods, further into the cluster of trees. Michael paused and then groaned.

               “Wait up, maybe she has a friend!”

Elena couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move. Everything within her was screaming and it made her mind go silent with shock. Stefan.  She’d seen him just a moment ago. He was here. On campus. On her campus. They were literally in the same place, walking the same ground, breathing the same air. He was here.  The happiness that erupted within Elena was one she had never before experienced, it overwhelmed her to the point of tears, it was an ache in her heart that reminded her of the years they missed being together, a flutter in her chest that brought to mind the years she’d been so lucky to love a man who awakened her to the world. The desire to go to him burned bright within her but she was suspended, floating weightless in the happy discovery of his presence on campus; she was coasting the joy at seeing his face, at feeling his presence, she was —

He was gone.

Just like that. He’d disappeared behind some trees.

“No,” Elena gasped, snapping herself into the immediate moment. “No! No no no. NO!”

               Caroline and Bonnie turned to look at her. They had left her a few minutes ago to bring her back a cute guy to talk to. They were chatting up a cute black-haired sophomore, glancing at Elena from time to time, encouraging her to wave at him or smile or “that hair thing you do” as Caroline said.

               Elena shook her head frantically, her eyes widened with agitated dismay. Bonnie said something to the sophomore and then she and Caroline were jogging up to her. “What’s wrong?” said Bonnie.

               “Elena, what is it?” said Caroline.


               Bonnie glanced at Caroline and then put a hand on Elena’s arm. “Elena, I thought we agreed that you would try to be in the moment and —”

               “No, Bonnie. He’s here.”

               “What do you mean he’s here?” said Caroline, furrowing her eyebrows.

               Elena closed her eyes and gritted her teeth with frustration. She didn’t have time for this. They needed to accept what she was saying and quickly.“What I said, he’s here, he’s on campus. Maybe he enrolled here, he’d be starting college this year.”

               “Elena, the chances of that happening —”

               “I don’t care about the chances, he’s here!”

               “Who’s to say that he would even go to college?” said Bonnie. “He could be traveling the world, he could be staying in whatever town he’s in right now, he could be—”

               “He could be doing any of those things but he’s not, he’s at this party!”


“No! I know what I saw, Caroline and I saw him!”

Bonnie bit her lip. “Maybe we should just talk about this and—”

“Talk? You think I want to talk right now? Help me look for him or get out of my way.”  


               “Fine,” she said. “Enjoy the party.”

               Elena pushed past them and started running into the centre of the woods, where the hub of the party was located.

“Stefan?” she called out, turning on the spot, swivelling her head, passing her eyes over and in between trees, scanning the different clusters of people. “Stefan?!” she called out again, running her hand through her hair. A few people started to look at her, hazy alarm in their eyes. She didn’t care.  Elena started to approach different groups of people.

“Stefan?” She turned someone around and when it wasn’t him, she shook her head and kept moving. She saw another guy in a grey hoodie and walked up to him, holding him by the arm and turning him to face her. Not even close. Panic spiked in Elena’s chest. She couldn’t lose him. Not again. It was an exceptionally cruel thing; to see only a glimpse of him, feel his presence in the air, on her skin, only for him to slip away, devastating her with a loss that twisted and coiled and suffocated her.  Someone caught Elena’s eye: broad-shouldered, light hair, chiselled jaw. Same height. Elena was overcome with a hope so fierce that it animated her body, compelling her to run to him before he walked away. She pushed against him as she approached him, making him spill his drink on the front of his shirt.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry, I —” Elena looked at his face. It wasn’t him.  She wanted to scream. She wanted to kick and punch and sob.


“Have you seen a guy, 17, about your height, his hair is a little darker than yours and—”


She turned around and saw Bonnie and Caroline jog up to her. “You guys are going to help me find him?” she asked.

“No,” said Bonnie.

“Then I’ll see when I get back into the dorm.”

Caroline gesticulated in frustration. “Elena!”


“Fine, let’s say he is here,” said Bonnie. “You’re never going to find him this way. Everyone here is drunk or looking to get laid and you’re freaking them out, no one is going to talk to you and these woods are huge.”

“So what do you want me to do, Bonnie? Just not look for him.”

“If he’s enrolled here then the registration office will have a record. I’ll go tomorrow and compel them to let me see their files and look for Stefan’s name in the database.”

“Who even knows if he goes by Stefan now,” said Elena. “What if he has a different name?”

“Freshmen took their student ID pictures yesterday, if it comes down to it I’ll go with Caroline and look through that database myself. Elena,” said Bonnie. “If he’s here we’ll find him. I promise.”

“So let’s just go back to the dorm and go to bed, OK?” said Caroline.

“I don’t think that I can.”

“Elena, please, Bonnie’s right, you’re not going to find him tonight. You need to sleep. Tomorrow’s a new day and we’ll dedicate it to getting to the bottom of this, I swear.”

She sighed deeply, pressing her lips together. “OK,” she said. “Fine, let’s go.”


Elena couldn’t sleep. She rolled in her bed, twisting under the sheets, the memory of Stefan’s face keeping her awake. He’d looked … like Stefan. Handsome. Sexy. Good but … sad. He looked the way he looked when she’d first met him; a beautiful boy with a beautiful smile with beautiful, broken eyes. Those eyes made her heart race, made her breath catch in her throat, those eyes soothed her and agitated her, enlivened her, secured her but they also inspired in her the urge to fix them, to do for him what he did for her. She didn’t know what she expected, if she anticipated him being happier without the burden of his vampirism but he was lonely, drifting, she could tell.

               She sat up and threw the covers off her body. Sleeping would be impossible, sitting still was impossible, she had to go do something, anything, she had to act. Quietly, Elena crept toward her dresser, slowly pulling out a drawer for her flashlight. With a quick glance backward to Bonnie and Caroline sleeping, she opened the door and slipped out of the room.

Stefan bolted upright in bed, his naked chest heaving. Michael’s snoring filled the entire dorm as did the heavy breathing of the girl he’d brought back to the room. Michael had left the woods before he did, unwilling to be a part of Stefan’s plan to find the woman he was looking for and when Stefan could no longer feel her presence, when he was crushed with a loss that made him slump against a tree, he had decided to return to the dorm only to find a sock on the doorknob. He hadn’t been able to fall into his bed until three in the morning but now, three hours later, he still couldn’t sleep.  He was restless, agitated, shaken by what he’d felt in the woods, reverberations of what he felt on his first day on campus — the type of emotion only the Letter invoked in him.

He glanced at it, folded on his nightstand and something in his mind clicked. The last line. I know you will … it was a plea, it was a plea and an expectation, a connection to someone. Hastily he picked it up and passed his eyes over each letter with a newfound clarity. He felt it. The yearning that radiated from each word, the agony, the love, the devotion … emotions he inspired in someone, emotions the letter inspired in him. He was bound to the woman who wrote this letter and the only woman who affecte

Stefan hastily got out of bed.

“Where are you going?” Michael mumbled.

“I need some air,” said Stefan shrugging on a shirt.

“But it’s, like …” Michael glanced at his alarm clock. “It’s not even six.”

“Practice starts next week, we’ll be getting up much earlier than this. Anyway, it’s fine. Go back to bed.”

Stefan clenched the Letter in his hand and left the room, walking upstairs to the roof.  

Elena walked across the quad to Wilder Hall, an all-male dormitory football players usually roomed at. The entrance required a key card but one of the guys from the party had passed out face down just behind the doorway, his foot acted as a wedge, keeping the door open. She stepped over him into the building, climbing up the stairs to the first floor of rooms. There were fourteen doors.

               Taking a deep breath, she started knocking on the first one to her left, rapping hard with her knuckles. “All right! All right!” A guy in a white shirt and boxers wrenched open the door, squinting his eyes. He took Elena in. “What do you want?”

               “Sorry.” Elena pushed him aside and took a step in the room, turning on her flashlight and shining it on the bed across from his so that the guy sleeping under it swore.  He wasn’t Stefan. Elena sighed and walked back out of the room. “Sorry,” she said.

               White T-shirt slammed the door shut and Elena walked to the next door, banging hard on it. The next guy who opened it was tall and big and red-faced. “It’s six o’clock in the fucking morning!” he yelled.

               “Sorry.  I just —” Elena shone her flashlight in his room. It was a single.

               “What, are you some kind of narc or something?”

               “No,” said Elena blandly. “Sorry. Go back to bed.”

               “Crazy bitch,” he muttered before shutting himself back in the room.

               Elena moved on to the next door. She knew she was being irrational, crazy even, but the prospect of waiting for Caroline and Bonnie to figure out something she already knew was unbearable. The need to find him, to just see his face created an energy in her body, an urge in her bones that she wouldn’t be able to shake until she was in front of him again.

               “IT’S SIX O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING!” a guy yelled.

               She was on the third floor when a campus security guard found her. Someone had to have called him. “Miss, this is a boys only dormitory, you’re not allowed to be in here after hours.”

               “I know I’m just looking for someone.”

               “You can come back at 9.”

               “But I just —”

               “You’re being disruptive,” he said. “Now let’s go.”

               He motioned for Elena to walk in front of him and reluctantly she turned around, heading back to the stairwell.

               “Girls wandering the halls, boys passed out in the lobby…” the security guard muttered.

               Elena walked as slowly as possible, hoping her running shoes squeaky against the floor would disrupt people enough that they would peak out of their rooms to see what was going on. Abruptly, a door clicked open and Elena whirled around to see who was looking out in the hallway. A redhead. Cute in that average sort of way. He looked vaguely familiar and he held her gaze for a few moments, his eyebrows furrowed.

               “Michael, can I leave now?” a girl stuck her head out. At seeing Elena and the security guard, she clapped her hand over her mouth, giggling and retreated back into the room. The guy named Michael stared at her for another few seconds and then followed the girl back into his dorm, closing the door.  


It was nearly 11:30 by the time Elena arrived back at her dorm. After the security guard escorted her out of Wilder Hall, she started walking to another dorm, determined to at least try and infiltrate each one on campus. That was when she’d realized, she was about to ruin everything, she nearly already had. The rules weren’t simply that she couldn’t be with Stefan, she also couldn’t see him. At all. Ever. The clarity of her situation had crashed over her, sickening her gut; she’d been an idiot, she’d almost risked everything, she’d almost killed him.

               Elena had gone to Caroline’s jeep then, taking the spare key from beneath the rim and driven back into Mystic Falls, parking across the street from the Salvatore Mansion, staring at the house as she cried profusely, uncontrollably, her body shaking as she hyperventilated. It was at 10:30 that she realized she had to get back to campus for a meeting with a counselor to discuss one of her courses.

Elena walked lazily up the stairs to her floor but then stopped on the third landing when she heard familiar voices. Caroline’s. Bonnie’s. And … Damon’s?

               “I give you two one job to do, look out for Elena and you can’t even do that properly?” said Damon.

               “OK enough,” said Bonnie. “Elena has been our friend long before you were even on any of our radars, we know how to take care of her.”

               “Seriously, Damon, how were we supposed to know that Stefan would end up going to the same college as us? Like the odds alone —”

               “So you’re sure he’s actually here?”

               “We looked him up, Damon, he’s here,” said Caroline. “And by the way how the hell didn’t you know he was going to enroll here? You want to criticize us for not looking after Elena but you don’t even know where your own brother is attending college? Have you even been keeping tabs on him?

               “From time to time,” said Damon.

               “Time to time?” Bonnie furrowed her eyebrows. “What does that even mean?”

               “Don’t look at me that way, Rosetta is a crazy bitch,” said Damon. “Katherine could take notes on manipulation from her, Rebekah is the picture of mental health compared to this woman, she is the absolute worst of all of Stefan’s unhinged exes, I don’t know what she would do if she found me looking in on him. I do it when I can. And that isn’t the problem.”

               “He’s right, the problem is what we’re going to do now that he’s here,” said Caroline.

               “We’ll have to talk to Elena,” said Bonnie.

               “No, we have to compel, Elena,” said Damon.

               Caroline and Bonnie shouted at the same time. “What?”

               “You want to compel her to forget that she saw him?” said Bonnie.

               “That won’t be enough, they’re bound to run into each other,” said Damon. “I want to compel her to forget that she saw him and compel her to transfer colleges.”

               “This is the worst idea you have ever had,” said Bonnie. “And you’ve had some terrible ideas, Damon.”

               “Always love the vote of confidence, Bon-Bon.”

               “Shut up, Damon.”

“Compulsion on friends never ends well,” said Caroline. “She’ll figure out what we did and she’ll never forgive any of us.”

               “She’ll never forgive herself if she can’t stay away from him and he ends up dead. Rosetta specifically said if any of us does so much as try and jog his memory, she will kill me in front of him and then kill him in front of her. Is that what you want for her?”

               “She won’t do anything stupid.”

               “Didn’t she try to find him last night? She’s probably trying to find him now!”

               “Yeah because all she can see right now is that he’s here,” said Bonnie. “Once she remembers that she can’t see him, she’ll stop.”

               “No she won’t.”

               “Damon,” said Bonnie. “Elena’s not stupid.”

“She’s not Elena right now, she’s not thinking clearly.”

               “Not right now but she’ll come to her senses,” said Caroline.

               “Talking to a blonde is like talking to a wall, she. will. not,” said Damon. “If you don’t compel her Caroline, so help me God I will do it myself.”


“Look, no one knows how much Elena loves Stefan more than I do!” he yelled. “I had to live with it day and in day out, I had to see it and feel it and know that no matter what I did or what I said, no matter how long I had her, she would never leave him, she could never even try to leave him even if she told me or told herself that she was trying.  He’s her freaking soulmate, Caroline, she’s going to do something stupid.”  

               “I won’t,” said Elena.

               In almost perfect unison, Bonnie, Caroline and Damon looked beneath them to Elena on the standing below. Elena sighed and started walking up the stairs. “Damon’s right, if I make contact with Stefan, Rosetta will kill us all,” she said blandly. “But I can’t lose knowing that I saw him. I can’t lose that feeling, Damon.”

               “It will kill you,” he said.

               “No, it’ll keep me going,” said Elena. “Knowing where he is, what he’s doing … it comforts me. But he can’t see me and actually he can’t see you two either.”

               “So you’re saying all three of us have to transfer?” said Caroline incredulously.

               “Or he does,” said Elena. “He can’t know about us.”

               “I’ll figure something out,” said Damon.

               “Yeah I’m sure you will,” said Elena flatly. She continued walking up the stairs and once she reached the fifth landing, she walked past all three of them.

               Damon sighed. “He’ll be better off, Elena.”

               “No,” she said. “No he’ll just be alive.”

Rant - OC fans and Adam Young

Warning: LONG READ

Sitting here, listening to The Midsummer Station, I start to see what’s gone wrong. 

“Adam doesn’t interact with fans anymore!” “He’s completely abandoned the fans!”

That’s something I’ve heard countless times over the past year and a half or so, and as some have said before (making my rant a tad derivative, admittedly), I hardly can blame Adam when, since 2012, everyone from “fans” to critics have slammed him for every single creative step he’s taken, every release he’s put out, and every word he’s written in his songs. 

Singers, songwriters, etc, like all artists (of which I consider myself to be, as I am a writer and aspiring director), use artistry as their own personal form of expression. If emotions have been felt, negative or positive, hell, I know they’re bound to spring up in my writing shortly! I assume it’s no different than Adam’s process, as it’s clear to any fan of his that his songs all represent some part of himself or his experiences.

People, generally and from my experience, do not tend to stay stagnant in their emotions. Life is a journey, with many adventures, experiences and emotions spread out through it. Some days, you want to disappear, bury your head in the ground and tell the world to go away. Other days, you’re on a beach surrounded by people having a great time outdoors surrounded by people you love. (Tidal Wave x Good Time) 

So, when Ocean Eyes and All Things Bright and Beautiful were written, built and released, those were chapters in the book of Adam’s life. But as all stories do, his life continued and new chapters cropped up, chapters worthy of telling in a new album, and there was The Midsummer Station. From love songs, to innocent repetitious pop tracks about having fun with friends, to songs about battling depression, the album covered the entire canvas of the emotional spectrum, and you could feel Adam’s story being told, and a new chapter unfolding. Not to mention, Adam? He loves the album to death and has gone on record saying it was the most fun album to record, release and perform. Respectable, right?

Countless fans who couldn’t wait for the album’s release savaged the living hell out of it. Here are just a few lines from “fans.” 

“…this is just bad generic pop music. I understand that Owl City has always been slighty generic and very cheesy, but this is a new low for him.”

“Adam has managed to go from a creative, unique, individual artist to a generic, mainstream nobody. No ones gonna remember this album. All it has to offer is hollow and cheesy pop club anthems.”

“…this album takes everything I love about Owl City and throws it out the window. His quirky metaphoric words have been exchanged for simple and often childish lyrics.” 

What about critics? Worse. 

“Young’s idea of fun is based on an uneasy mix of cheap valedictory philosophizing and infantile daydreaming.”

“His fluency with pop forms only makes things worse; Young spoils everything he touches. The Carly Rae Jepsen duet “Good Time” is grating enough to make you hate Jepsen, “Call Me Maybe” and also good times in general.”

“Where once he dreamed of Fireflies, now Young just sounds burned out.”

Adam’s pride and joy, his favorite of his creations musically, savaged not only by critics, but by the people who once said how much they loved him and his music. Imagine your family turning against you, screaming at you, when you’re someone with anxiety, depression, and needs to conquer severe introversion every night to face this crowd of judgmental people and sing the songs they hate you for making.    

After that, Adam released some soundtrack tracks, and with confidence, seemingly having beaten the critics, he boldly promised fans that he would release a string of EP’s for the fans. This after the attacks on TMSS, and in the midst of a label switch. After that plan seemed to falter, Ultraviolet atleast seemed to please a fair amount of people… except for “This Isn’t The End”, a personal song Adam wrote discussing suicide, loss, and his belief that life deserves to continue in the midst of the worst hardships. Well, fans seemed to disagree with it’s placement on the EP, and said it was “out of place” and “awkward.”

Two attacks on some of your most personal art is enough to deter anyone from continuing perusing the art-form… But he continued, and released Mobile Orchestra. Well, just look at some of the responses to the newest album from Adam. 


“ Mobile Orchestra has to be the most confused album I’ve ever heard from Owl City. There’s hardly any consistency in style from song to song, and the lyrics are bland and understandable. Owl City lyrics are not supposed to be like that. If you are a classical Owl City fan, don’t bother with Mobile Orchestra, it will disappoint.”

“ Just point me at the moment when Adam stopped making fairytales for ears and started to do typical pop-food for 16-years girls. I need to travel back in that time to stop him.”

“ As a huge Owl City fan, I’m disappointed with this new album in so many ways I can’t even put it into words. I honestly never thought I would ever say this but I could barely listen to all of the songs from beginning to end. I literally had to skip every song, and I couldn’t help but hope that the next one would be amazing so I wouldn’t feel so bad.”

“ Sorry, but this album just isn’t good at all. I’ll forget that this exists and hope that Adam Young returns to his roots a little and makes an album that is at least listenable.”


“ It’s unoriginal and twee.”

“ Everything on the new album by Owl City sounds as if it was recorded by children, or trolls/ Young delivers with wonder so wide-eyed you’d think he must be high/ Young’s nerdy sensibility kills it, It most strongly affects his singing, which crosses the line from boyish to infantile.”

“ Owl City’s fifth album, Mobile Orchestra, arrives this Friday, and it contains the worst music he’s ever made. It might be the worst music anyone has ever made. Mobile Orchestra is so atrocious that you might find yourself thinking, hey, maybe “Fireflies” wasn’t so bad after all. Subjecting yourself to it will likely lead to physical discomfort, emotional distress, and a despair that runs deeper than words. It’s the kind of album that inspires avowed pop fans to reconsider rockism as a life philosophy.”

After both of his recent outputs have been torn apart by fans and critics alike, it leads little mystery why Adam, a man already humble, anxious and nervous, yet very prideful of his work, has completely altered his public persona to be isolated, very “business oriented”, and “abandon” us. Hell, the hatred of Mobile Orchestra rained down on him all while he was in the midst of one of his best friends being found guilty of a very serious crime. That’s heavy weight. 

The “fans”, those of us who used to interact with him every day via social media, go to the concerts and flail around with him, have turned on him. Another great indicator? Every person who will like or reblog this, I will know your URL, profile picture, and maybe even name as you do. The fandom, the optimistic and content bunch that remains, is so tightly knit and small. The vast majority? They’ve turned on Adam. And unfortunately, Adam has begun to turn his back on us. 

So the next time you wonder “Why are his eyes closed on stage?” 
“Why are all of his tweets promotional?”
And, most frightening but more likely with every passing day, “Why did Adam quit?”, remember to look no further than the fandom. 

anonymous asked:

but what if larry is a publicity stunt?

You mean Larry is a publicity stunt when did not get publicity for years? Publicity stunt when they actively put the band dynamics in risk just to separate 2 band members? Publicity stunt when there are no HQ’s of them together in more than THREE YEARS? Publicity stunt when the first reaction of a pap when asked about Harry’s event is that he was not with Louis? Publicity stunt to isolate a huge part of the fandom with those tweets and all the denials? 

So just to sum it up in short: a publicity stunt without publicity, paps, pictures or even a fricking audio recording or just a video without audio..

Worst publicity stunt ever then.