since he's on the radio right now

blue night radio ♡ 161129
translation: fantaemsie

jonghyun: also… everyone, the balance of the background music and vocals might sound strange. it’s because i grabbed the console today. i’m in charge of the console right now! shaking shaking. we might even have a broadcast accident (because of it). who knows since it’s a live broadcast. ah, i’m nervous …, my voice is shaking, too.

following this, he messed up on the background music and cutely apologized. afterward, a listener sent in congratulations on being in charge of the console and added that it seems like he didn’t male any mistake.

jonghyun: ah, i don’t know. right now … in my front of my eyes …, there’s a lot of figures and these … a lot of … whatever these are …, well, i have to get used to it. it’s just that, when introducing a song, i get nervous a lot and get worried what to press first. well, firstly …, i gotta try it first. after this he ended up messing up the background music again.

Road Trip

Imagine: Taking a road trip with Klaus, you get turned on just because, Klaus tries to ignore you and it leads to car sex. (Requested ~Smut~)

It had been three hours since you sat in the same seat, in the same car, with Klaus. He decided since all of the drama that was between the Mystic Falls crew and you, a road trip would help some. You both didn’t have a clue where you were headed, but now you were getting frustrated. Sexually Frustrated. This always happened with Klaus right next to you. You were never sure if it was his aura he was giving off, or just the way he was so dominant over you. Probably both.

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Imagine Singing Sam to Sleep

Author’s Note: A short imagine for all my Sam lovers! Dreams by The Cranberries came on the radio the other day and I’ve been slightly obsessed with it ever since, so that is what song is used. If you all having any request, send them our way! – Haley xx

“Sing to me,” Sam said sleepily. He was resting his head on your stomach and curled up to you in your bed. Sam’s nightmares have been getting the best of him for quite some time now. He would always dream the same thing: you being taking by some monster and being killed right in front of him.

“Again?” you asked.

“Please, it helps me sleep better,” he yawned.

You ran your hand down his back and started gently scratching between his shoulder blades. Sam nuzzled closer to you and you couldn’t help but smile. You sang to him a few weeks ago to help him fall asleep after an awful nightmare and now Sam claims it makes him sleep peacefully. “Please?” he asked again, so softly it was barely there.

Your alarm clock showed it was half past one in the morning, so you started to hum the song you first sang to Sam. And then whispering your favorite part to him in the dark.

“Oh, my life,
Is changing every day,
In every possible way.

And oh, my dreams,
It’s never quite as it seems,
‘Cause you’re a dream to me,
Dream to me.”

Sam’s breathing became soft and slow. You ran your hand through his hair and he didn’t move so it meant he had fallen asleep. His large frame was hanging off your bed, but he was comfortable like this, always being close to you.

And when Sam does wake up in the middle of the night from another horrible dream, he will see you pressed against him sleeping. And sometimes, just seeing your peaceful face is what he needs to know all is right in the world for just a second before he kisses your forehead and falls back to sleep.

Corgan said after the 2008 presidential election, “I’m very proud of my country right now for doing the right thing." He has since said that he has been disappointed with Obama’s presidency, and lacks faith in both major political parties. In 2009, he posted a transcript of a webcast by political activist Lyndon LaRouche to the official Smashing Pumpkins forum. In 2016, he characterized progressive political campaigners as "social justice warriors”, compared them to Maoists, cult members and the Ku Klux Klan, and called them a threat to freedom of speech.


Corgan has in recent years increasingly espoused conspiracy theories, voiced his admiration for radio host Alex Jones and frequently appeared as a guest on the latter’s radio show, where he has endorsed conspiracy theories such as “chemtrails” and the connection between vaccines and autism, decried the “emasculation” of men in contemporary society. Corgan has expressed controversial political views, such as that swine flu was an “Obama conspiracy” and “propaganda”.

does anyone know what Billy Corgan’s politics were in the 1990s?

blue night radio ♡ 160916
source: fantaemsie

listener: jjongd, did you know that you have a habit in your speech of saying “is that right / yeah, yes, all right?” (hangul: 그래요)
jonghyun: “is that right” …, this one? “그래요” is like a way of expression (of) an affirmation, but it’s also a word i use a lot in daily life. not too long ago, i did this interview and the reporter was someone who has seen me (since) the old days, almost around five or six years (ago) that he has seen me. he said that, comparing my image back then and my image right now, there wasn’t a big difference. however, the more significant change is my tone / way of talking. that he really felt it. back then, of course, because i was a lot younger … maybe, because of that …, but, right now, when i speak in my daily life it sounds like how people talk in broadcasts. sometimes i do feel it myself, too. i’ve done ready for a long time now - for nearly two years and a half, it somehow came into my daily life. also, i’m aware of it too: how, even in my daily life, i speak in a pretty manner. it seems that my voice when radio djing and my usual voice have merged into one voice. that’s why, when i meet friends that i haven’t met for a long time, i was a bit awkward. “ya …, you’ve become … so calm.” this kind of remark comes up a lot too, that i’ve become quite calm.

160530 park yin yoon’s music plaza

minho: Hello? 
jonghyun: Hello? I’m on a broadcast so don’t curse 
minho: Oh ke What are you filming 
jonghyun: I’m on a radio show~ (all informally)
minho: Which radio show? 
jonghyun: Music plaza! Please greet~ 
PJY: Hello I’m PJY~ 
minho: Hello~ (formal x sweetly) 
jonghyun: Did you hear him sound nice suddenly? 
minho: Hello. I’m SHINee’s Minho 
PJY: He said that you both don’t call well usually, since you guys see each other often. 
minho: That’s right. 
minho: We don’t call each other often. So I answered knowing he’s on a broadcast. 
jonghyun: It seemed too obvious. 
PJY: You understand each other with no words right now? 
minho: That’s right. This brother doesn’t contact me unless it’s night time. 
PJY: What do you talk about when contacting each other at  night? 
minho: Well I’ll leave that to your imagination. 
jonghyun: YA!! How can you say that!  
minho: Although the title song ‘She Is’ is the best, I really like Dress Up. I get excited when I listen to the song, and I overflow with happiness. So I like this song the best. (…) 
PJY: What are you doing now?
minho: Ah I’m shooting a drama right now and I’m waiting.
PJY: What role is that? 
minho: Ah, that..flower knight… 
jonghyun: Kya… a friend who looks like this is a flower knight.. 

translation credit: @cosmicsticks
credit: jjongella

blue night radio ♡ 160826
source: fantaemsie

nine: by the way, it’s another story, but …
jonghyun: what is it?
nine: how was it getting to meet maxwell?
jonghyun: ah, maxwell came by blue night. for me, how to say …, since he’s an artist that i like a lot, i had quite the strange feeling. i got this kind of feeling (like): “right now, i’m doing radio, right?) (laughs) also, since he spoke in english, i wanted to convey a lot of my thoughts but, in view of the time, we couldn’t exchange a lot of stories. it was regrettable. when a song would come up or during (the) advertisements i would continously try to talk about this and that. i’ve received inspiration from maxwell for quite a lot of my songs, and i let him know about these songs privately.
nine: you would’ve liked it a lot.
jonghyun: i liked it a lot.
nine: i missed it, the broadcast. that’s why i’m gonna listen to it. i’ll certainly look it up.
jonghyun: he’s immensely …, how to say …, someone who has a serious consideration / view of world peace.
nine: really?
jonghyun: yes, that’s right.

161006 Blue Night - phone call with Minho

J: Minho is probably listening to radio right now
O: he’s probably listening since he’s a friend who’s good at monitoring
M: I’m actually listening to radio I’m watching and listening!
J: Minho is really good at monitoring
M: I’m shinee’s fan~
M: I’m watching through the app and there’s comments saying Key stop looking at your phone (Key: eeye) and Taemin please show us aegyo
Cr: fantaemsie

Give Me Closure -Dean Winchester Imagine

Pairing: DeanxReader

Warning: None

Originally posted by justaboutsupernatural

“Dean, its okay to save yourself too. I mean, you’ve been like this since…. I… Dean just, please tell me what your thinking right now.” I cut the awkward silence, feeling the tension that cut through the thick air. Throughout the whole night, he avoided my gazed and barely said a word. We were supposed to scout the next victim that the demon could of attacked, but things where not going to plan at all. It started when the song on the radio kept cutting out, so I changed it, but he had other plans to slap it right back to the cutting out station, making me irritated. Although I didn’t show it; I let him play his stupid game of being a child about things and let the stupid cutting music play. 

“I mean can we just talk about you for a minute? And everything that is going on in your head?” I sigh getting on my nerves.

“There is nothing to talk about.” He states, reaching for the volume knob, turning up the radio to the stupid cutting station.

I move his hand, muting it, “Look what you have become Dean, it’s not healthy. Sammy’s worried about you Dean, I mean shit; Bobby thought you where broken before you left, And now I’m just here, trying to figure out how to fix you. Please tell me something; tell me anything. I just need to know.” I state.
He cuts the Impala, the engine dying. The air stopped blowing on us and he unclicked his belt. “I don’t need to tell you a damn thing, now drop it.” He gives me a death glare before opening his door and getting out. The harsh slam made me jump, and I couldn’t think of anything else to say to him, anything that could offer peace. 

But I knew that I couldn’t save Dean, and it killed me knowing that there was a mile wide war going on in his head that even himself could not even fix. He was battling against himself and nothing was being done to win that war. 

He had been dragged to hell, and now pushed into purgatory. He lost his brother twice, Cas countless times, me twice and Bobby permanently. He had nothing else to hold on to. I unfasten my seat belt, and haul ass out of the car. “Tell me Dean! Tell me why the fuck you wont talk to me! Tell me why you can’t even look me in the face, an when you do, its like I’m the bad guy! I tried! I tried my hardest to save you! I looked everywhere, contacted every Angel, tried to seal thousands of deals with demons, But they wouldn’t! They wouldn’t take my soul because they knew it was just as corrupt as yours! They offered me three month! Way sorter than what they offered you for Sam! They rather have me heartbroken and dying on the inside then send me to purgatory with you! Nobody helped! And now? Now you wont even ta-SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!” He yells, slamming his fist into the metal as he looks over the roof of the Impala. 

“I’m finally back and now you just want to start fighting?! Its like all we do is fight any more!” He yells as me.  

We were fighting like a married couple, but I had just lost him. And now he showed up out of nowhere and insists we go back to normal. 

“I lost you Dean! I fucking lost you!” We both walk around to the front of the Impala, “And instead of leaving you, I fucking searched to no end! I gave up everything to try to be with you! I-I… I prayed, I prayed to anyone-any fucking angel who could hear me but no one came!”  My throat swelled, and it suddenly became hard for me to breath. “I lost my best friend! I couldn’t coop!” Tears fall from my eyes. 

Things got awkward between us, the silence thick and irritating all at the same time. “I thought about you everyday! I got drunk every night just to feel something! And when I ended up driving drunk, I should of died! I should of ran right into the cliff on the road!” I push his chest, “I wanted to kill myself! I would rather be dead than not have you! Than not have Sam or Bobby back! I wanted all of us! Back to normal just the way it was!” I push him again, feeling rage, seeing nothing but red. 

“It turned out that I couldn’t even do that-I couldn’t even kill myself because I was afraid! Afraid that if I did, I would be exactly like my mom!” My fist hit his shoulder, and he stood there and took everything I threw at him. “When Lucifer took me, and tortured me, you found me and promised that you would always find me, because thats what family does! But when I tried, and tried , and almost killed myself for you-YOU COME BACK WANTING NOTHING FROM ME! LIKE WE ARE STRANGERS!” I turn away from him, kicking the wheel of the Impala. Tears wouldn’t stop running down my face. 

“Story time is over, apparently sharing feelings isn’t something we do anymore Dean.” I spit, hearing my phone ring in the car. I hurry to the car to pick up my phone. I heard Sam’s voice come through, telling me that he needs us back at the small motel we hid out in. “Get in, Sam needs us.” I state, buckling up and telling Sam we would be there in a few. 

Dean starts the car, but I didn’t care, I couldn’t even look at him anymore. I sat in silence as I cried. He didn’t play the radio to tune me out, he didn’t even say anything. I truly lost my best friend, and there is nothing I could do to get him back. 

Soon, we where at the motel, siting in front of the buzzing light. He cut the engine again and threw his keys on the dash. “I practically worshiped you Dean, I-I fucked loved you.” I rasp out, turning to look at him. His face didn’t hold any emotion, his eye fixed straight at me. I huffed, confessing my feelings weren’t enough, I wasn’t enough for him. 

I open the car door and hurry out, getting into the motel as fast as I could, trying to escape Dean. As soon as I got in, Sammy was up and holding me; seeing the tears running down my face. Dean didn’t bother to come in, I heard his engine rev up, and he left the parking lot. “I tried Sam, I-I tried helping him, he just doesn’t want to be saved.” I huff into his chest, feeling my tears soak into his shirt. 

“What did you talk about?” He ask, helping you sit down on the wooden chair. I rest my head on my hand, feeling more tears coming. “We didn’t talk. I did all the talking. He didn’t tell me anything, he didn’t care about anything, it’s like he was waiting for me to shut up so he could resume his life.” I say, wiping under my eyes. 

Sam pulls out a mug and pours me some coffee, and hands it to me. “Did you tell him?” He asks me, taking a seat across from me. “Yeah, just as we were getting in here I did, and then I ran out because he didn’t care.” I say, taking a sip of the hot liquid, not caring if it burnt my mouth. Sammy is the only person who know about me liking Dean; or having feelings for him. I told him when I first started hunting with them, Sam and I became so close that we acted like brother and sister. We told each other everything, I was there for him when he had no soul; and Dean didn’t want anything to do with me. I knew there was nothing going for us because he had Ben and Lisa, while I had soulless Sam and a broken heart.

“He just drove off; ran away, like he always does.” I sigh, trying my best to pick myself up and glue the broken pieces back together before he showed up again. “Its like he doesn’t even see me for me. Ever since he got back, its like I’m dead to him.” I whisper. 

Sammy just looked at me, he felt my sorrow, and he tried his best to comfort me the rest of the night. We ended up watching a movie on the small couch together, and he fell asleep before me. I covered him up with a small blanket, and took the drink out of his hand. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps, so happy; something that I wish I could be right now. I lean in, brushing his mop of hair off his forehead, and place a gently kiss on his temple. I write a small letter to him; telling him that he has treated me so great. 

I left Dean a note on his pillow, Thanking him for everything but it just wasn’t my place to stay any more. 

I packed up everything that wasn’t in my bag, I looked around the small place - and even in its unfamiliar scene, I found comfort knowing that I was there with the two people I loved most, Sam and Dean. Even though Dean walked away on me before I could walk away on this life, I still felt heartbroken, I’ve felt this way for way to long. It hurts; it changed me into someone I couldn’t be. Into someone I didn’t like. 

Tears where pooling in my eyes as I zipped up my bag, and grabbed my coat. The familiar tone of Baby came running through the walls and I felt rushed, I could hear the motel door unlock and froze in my tracks as soon as I saw Dean walk through. His eyes where bloodshot, his knuckles where bleeding. He looked like a wreck, and when he saw me, it was like the whole universe stopped around us. He shut the door quietly, dropping his hunting bag on the ground, rushing up to me. His hand slides around my neck, his other around my waist; forcing me into him. Our lips smash together, our teeth clanked but I didn’t care. My hand betrayed me as they grabbed the collar of his coat, pulling him closer. We fell on the bed, him on top of me. His hands where roaming all around my body, our lips never parted. 

When he rolled over, he pulled me on top if him, my legs straddling his waist. He pushes my hair around, trying to get a clear vision of me as he pulled away. “I  cant talk to you about Purgatory because when I told you about hell, you cried for me, you glued me back together-” he pulls me down for another long steamy kiss, my hands roaming his strong arms. I gasp; feeling him bit my bottom lip; “Because you where the only thing that kept me going in both places; I thought of you, I fought because of you. I barely slept because I was too busy fighting and finding a way back to you.” He says kissing down my neck. 

“I knew when I left; when Cas and I got transported to that place; there was no way I could come back; for a while I couldn’t even do anything because I knew there was no hope in trying to get back.” He mumbles against my collar bone. Dean sucks on the skin where his lips landed, teeth grazing and tongue soothing. His hands went down to grip my waist tight. “You are all I’ve wanted since I came back; but I couldn’t put you through what I went through because I have feelings for you; I’ve had then since I went to hell. I loved you when I was possessed by that demon; the small times I would get to see you; when I was stronger; you where in pain from what I had done to you. I never wanted to hurt you again.” He rasps, pulling me down closer to him. Our lips collide again, kissing with such a force. 

“But I ended up killing you inside and I’m responsible for that.” He whispers into the nape of my jaw. 

“KI tried, I tried looking for you and that won’t change a thing between us, because I care for you and what we have between us matters to me, and it should matter to you. Things are different now Dean, I told you I wanted to help.” I whisper to him. 

“I’m not going to leave you like everyone else has. I’ll follow your ass down to hell if i have too, I won’t leave you because you deserve more that what has been thrown your way.” I lean in, pecking his lips.

“I only started realizing that when I left. And it hurt me. When you told me all those things; I came back.” He says, letting my body fall to his side. His arm laid gently on my waist as I cupped his cheek. Our legs intertwined and we where glued back together; our lips never parting. “I’m here for you Dean.” I whisper into his lips, pressing a soft kiss. His eyes closed with tiredness. This was the first time I’d actually seen him laying down getting rest. I knew he would usually have nightmares; so he avoided long periods of sleep. 

His eyelashes grazed the top of his cheeks, his hair ruffled in many different directions. I peck his lips softly, feeling more tears coming. I am finally in his arms after one long year, breaking his tight barrier to help him. “I love you.” He mumbles tiredly. “I’ll always protect you.” He adds, shoving his face into the nape of my neck. He breaths out gently on my skin, creating goosebumps. I held him tight all night long while I watched him sleep; making sure that nothing would disturb him. Because it is my turn to protect the selfless Dean; they guy how puts everyone first.

Stay By You

Originally posted by lennonblack

Stay By You

Peter Parker X Reader

Written by: Hannah

Prompt(s): Hey could you please write a Peter Parker one shot where he ends up dating an enhanced and she explains what happens to people like her in the sokovian accords and begs and pleads with him to stop them, because If it gets passed she could be killed😞

Notes: Ohhh god its a little angsty but Peter’ll never let them get hurt!!

Warning(s): Slight Angst

Peter didn’t know what was wrong with (y/n). In their multiple month long relationship he had never seen (y/n) as stressed as they were right now, which was really stressed. Like, pacing around the room and trying their hardest not to destroy the radio that Peter had on kind of stressed.

“Hey babe…are you ok? Ever since the news came on about the Sokovian Accords you’ve been….not entirely yourself. Are you ok?”

(y/n) stopped their pacing and took a deep breath. Breathe in, hold, breathe out, hold. They twiddled their thumbs and looked up nervously at Peter, who sat curiously on the couch, gaze worried. Finally, they said, “Peter…I’m an enhanced…The Sokovian Accords- I- Peter, do you know what they’d do to me?”

Peter sat there, trying to think. His eyebrows knit but he shook his head. The teenager hadn’t really thought about the Accords much until now. So, no, he didn’t know. Peter shook his head again, weary of (y/n)’s answer that had them wound up so much.

“Peter-…” They went quiet, tears in their eyes, “Peter- I could get killed, Pete- I- I could die- I- and I don’t want to die! They-They can’t pass this, Pete! I don’t want to die, I haven’t done anything wrong! Peter!”

(y/n) broke, the tears flooding freely down their rosy cheeks and dripping from their chin. Peter, alarmed at the news, jumped up and pulled them close. The two swayed, Peter shushing their cries as (y/n) cried and cried and let everything out, letting their walls crumble and letting the whole world know. Know about their secret, of which they’d guarded so closely until now. Peter stood beside them, strong and supportive and there to wipe away the tears.

“(y/n)….I won’t let that happen. I won’t let them kill you, I won’t let them hurt you. Do you understand me? I won’t let them. I swear on my grave, they won’t touch a hair on your head, or anybody else’s so long as they’re innocent. Do you hear me?”

(y/n) nodded, big wet tears rolling down their cheeks while the corners of their mouth wobbled in an attempt not to sob. Peter nodded back and held them close, the two swaying. That night, Peter stayed with (y/n) and all through the weekend, making sure they were okay well into the night and throughout the days. When the act was passed, Peter stood by their side, forever and always.

#245 Goodbye kiss (Dan only)

(SORRY!!! I haven’t been posting very much lately and I feel soo bad y’all have no clue. But I’m alive!)

Dan was already running a bit behind for the radio show. Phil had left about 15 minutes earlier, while Dan was running around looking for any socks that he could shove his feet into.

When he finally managed to get his look together, he grabbed his phone, keys, and wallet before heading towards the door. If he left right now, he’d make it with a few minutes to spare. But since life doesn’t ever want things to go smoothly for the poor boy, you just HAD to be laying on the couch all adorably.

“Aww,” he quietly squealed. He couldn’t help it; you were curled up in the corner with a fuzzy blanket draped over you.

Shaking his head, Dan couldn’t resist. He stepped over the the couch and squatted next to you.

“Hey, I’m heading out. Bye bye,” he whispered before leaning forward to press a gentle kiss on your temple.

“hmm?” Your eyes slowly opened and you grunted in the most unattractive fashion.

Dan chuckled. “I’m leaving. Love you!” He headed for the door.

“Yeah, whatever.” You rolled back into the couch.



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Super Junior’s Donghae Reveals Which Member Is the Least Fun | 150714

The upcoming episode of MBC’s “Radio Star” features Super Junior’s Leeteuk, Heechul, Siwon, Eunhyuk, Donghae, and Yesung as special guests.

Compared to his more relaxed and confident members, Donghae appears to be quite nervous and comments, “It think it’s been five years since I was on a show.”

Garnering more attention after this comment, the singer becomes filled with even more anxiety. Each time he says something he self-consciously asks, “Am I doing something wrong right now?”

Then Kyuhyun comments, “If we all look at him at the same time he will cry.” His concern-filled (?) comment brings everyone to laughter.

In a pre-recorded interview Donghae reveals, “In terms of being the least fun, [I am] first place.” He further explains that he’s not confident he can beat his fellow members. After seeing his members agree with his statement, he declares, “I talked on the phone for over an hour [because of the interview]. I provided a lot of laughs!” Unfortunately for Donghae, his members are not swayed and don’t react to his comment.

You can watch the singer’s variety skills when this episode of “Radio Star” airs on July 15 at 11:15 p.m. KST.

Do you agree? Which Super Junior member is the most and least fun in your opinion?


This final post from the West Bank underlines the essence of the conflict between Israelis and Palestinians, and points the way to the radio series beginning later this week. Here we see a major Israeli settlement on the West Bank known as Ariel. Israelis have been building this town in the Palestinian territories since the 1970’s, long enough that there are second-generation residents - among them Shlomy Mizrahi, 30, a real estate broker who now sells homes in this still-growing settlement atop a ridgeline. He showed us around, and in the top photo he’s walking between producer Emily Ochsenschlager and me. Mizrahi believes Jews have a right to this land, even though the United Nations long ago declared the settlements to be illegal. Ariel is a pleasant community with a college; but it all looks very different when gazing up at Ariel from Marda, a Palestinian village at the bottom of the ridge. There we met with Murad al-Khuffash, an advocate for sustainable agriculture. He contends the Israelis took land to which they have no right, and adds that Palestinians are partly ringed in by security fences. The unresolved conflict is becoming a fact of life for another generation of children.

- Steve Inskeep and Emily Ochsenschlager

Photos (except for the third) by Tanya Habjouba

Pick Me. Choose Me.

I feel like Brandon is constantly reciting the Meredith Grey speech to Callie in his head:

“I love you. In a really, really big…pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you…love you. 

So pick me. Choose me. Love me.”

Except, Callie didn’t pick him. And that is heartbreaking. 

Especially since it has been clear since day one that Brandon would take a bullet for Callie. He would walk to the end of the earth for her. And because of that, even if she wanted to pick him, I know that he wouldn’t have let her. So in the end, she made the right call. For now. 

But nevertheless, and with the hope that Brallie will somehow continue, we’ve now definitely reached a point in the show where it’s Callie’s turn to show up for Brandon. And so I’m writing this just to put it out there that Callie’s journey has both literally and symbolically been achieved. So now let’s make Brandon’s dreams come true too. Which as we know, is Callie. 

Kanye is really just shooting himself in the foot right now because he’s alienating a vast segment of his audience. He hasn’t had any big pop radio hits since Heartless and accordingly his sales are on a steady decline. MBDTF was his first album not to go multi platinum and Yeezus barely limped to gold. If black people divest from him, he has no audience anymore. But 🐸☕