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samiwife · 8 months

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Hi again can you do Headcanons and Preferences for Julian Casablancas ? I never found nothing about him, I would really love + the way you think and write it's perfect!

Of course! I love doing these. By far my favorite things to write! Also thanks for the support and request!!!! <3

Headcanon and Preferences 𓆩⟡𓆪 (Ft: Julian Casablancas)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

Always sings for you

Tries to take you on tour but you always say no

Playing with his hair is a constant

You wear his leather jackets

He always wraps his arms around you

He's unbelievably funny

He's also very wise and mindful

You could talk to him for HOURS

Sleeps face down like a corpse (haha, I'M SORRY)

He's insecure about his lips (thinks they're too thin)

He always snuggles his head in your chest

You make fun of his style a lot

Gets jealous easily

Pouts when he's jealous

He doesn't know it but he has MUSCLES

Radiates gentlemen vibes

HE IS VERY CHIVALROUS

Does everything for you like opening car doors, carrying you to bed, etc

He makes funny faces when alone with him

LEAVES HICKEYS EVERYWHERE ON YOUR BODY

Speaks so many languages

Loves touring

Eats so little (it concerns you)

He drinks and smokes (which you hate)

Wears nice black boots with tank tops

When he wears belts, it kills you

Chugs energy drinks

Draws a lot but also writes song lyrics a lot

His smile is everything

Flirts with his fans

Has the funniest stares when he looks at you

You sometimes help dye his hair

Very medium-sounding moans during sex

HOWEVER, he is very good at doing oral

His tongue is a skill

Him fingering you drives you crazy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

He sings when he's alone

Gets slightly embarrassed when you hear him sing

Has a lot of vintage music stuff like a CD player and records

Would wear fake mustaches to make you laugh

He loves to make you smile or laugh

Holds your hand when you're scared

Piggyback rides are common

He may be insecure about his lips but he is a good kisser

Loves eating dessert

Would choose sweets rather than an actual meal

Loves comedy films and watches them with you all the time

Hates studying and books (thinks they're for nerds)

Also hates going shopping but does it for you

He can be very mean sometimes

He makes fun of you like how you make fun of him

Playfully pushes you and hits you

Always fake cry when you slightly hit him

He always wears funny T-shirts

Also loves Disney movies

Has an undying love for Mickey Mouse (LMAO)

Makes his own loom bracelets

You mock him for having a shirt that looks like a mechanic would wear

His morning voice is so hot

Rides his bike but he sometimes falls off it

Great with babies but terrible with kids

He tries to act like an older brother in front of kids

He acts like a father with babies

Overpacks while traveling

His nails are always clean and neat

Has crooked teeth but it's okay

For some odd reason, he loves playing golf

Hates cold weather

Always looks like a grandma when the weather is cold

He gets sick easily

You steal his necklaces and bracelets

His favorite vacation spot is NYC

Speaks fluent French

Speaks French to confuse you

He's kinda dumb but you always teach him

He loves music class

Has strong political views

Loves learning about philosophy

Loves learning about space and planets

Has glow in the dark stars around his bedroom

Has the weirdest decorations in his room like a rocksalt lamp and stalker-like pictures of you

His favorite animals are lizards

He tries to skateboard but he keeps falling

Lastly, he kisses you a lot on the lips, cheek, chest, and much more. He also tries his best to make a better life for you. He talks about marriage a lot with you.

THANKS 4 READING <3

#90s music #julian casablancas imagines #julian casablancas smut #julian casablancas x reader #julian casablancas #the strokes fanfic #the strokes smut #julian casablancas headcanons #the strokes headcanons

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nofr1lls · 10 months

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9 People You’d Like to Get to Know Better

TAGGING @revieries @pyroclastic727 @tdsierra @rlydsntmttr @eyesopod @groundbreakingdot872 @harriet-chambers @dacergirl369 @lightyaoigami-archive SOME OF U GUYS R NEW MUTUALS IF YOU HATE TAG GAMES IM VERY SORRY you can cope and ignore for this one lmk if u dont wanna b tagged peacenlove. also please do if u want to do this and i didnt tag u well just say i did nobody is checking. and i love everyone

i was almost tagged by @pyjamacryptid thanku ren <4

last song I listened to: rinbu revolution thank you to utena for changing my life

currently reading: well at the moment i am digging thru reddit facebook and other forums/websites/maps/documents for supermarket info for a project. um in terms of books i started reading the new hunger games book a few months ago 4 the purpose of bonding with my little brother and i also stopped 3/4 ofthe way thru a few months ago but its still on my desk. so

currently watching: ummm so i was TRYING. to get a hold of Joy Ride (2023) but i think its too new to be available for free online easily yet :(

current obsession: julian casablancas its complicated i DONT want to talk abt it. and yet.......

#tag game #when did i get so many mutuals..... i hate choosing #iso red fyscka etc i didnt tag u but if u see this well. special tag shoutout ykwim

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randombubblegum · 2 years

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Hey did you see that apparently Jesse Rutherford is dating Billie Eilish now? Neither of which I think you care about but with the neighborhood being bad suns adjacent I thought you’d like to know the gossip which is he apparently has know her since she was 15 😬 also Julian Casablancas and Devon have also broken up and he started dating a 20 year old immediately after her

I FUCKING DID bro i was seething about it yesterday lol. he HAS known her since she was 15 and hes fully in his goddamn 30s. also doesnt billie have a whole entire literal song about getting groomed. how does this keep being allowed to happen lol i knew i hated the nbhd for a reason i hope he dies violently

#why is there nobody around billie to….. stop her from doing this. to protect her from these fucking men #julian can die too he fuckin goes after 20yo girls EVERY TIME #mail time!

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zot3-flopped · 9 months

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My opinion might be different from yours but I love your blog so I wanted to share it! I used to be a fan of Louis until last year, I didn’t start to “hate” him or anything, I just drifted away from the fandom and to be really honest the main reason why I wouldn’t ever be a fan of his again is because of the fans, my take might be of course more biased but contrary to what I’ve seen you and other Harries post, I do think he’s always been bothered by the whole “ripping off his clothes” thing his fans have normalized, the first time he laughed because the fan had a funny sign and he was like “Okay whatever” the second time, he did look mad, the third time they teared apart his tank top he was visibly hurt, as someone who was a very dedicated fan for years I can recognize that he never liked that at all, but he’s fed into this parasocial relationship with his fans that he feels like he can’t say no to these things, no matter how aggressive they are, no matter if they hurt him, and not being able to set clear boundaries with his most aggressive fans is going to damage him a lot, either physically (which we’ve already seen, they see that huge scar and still try to hold onto his arms and pull him ????) or mentally, in a year he won’t be able to stand any fan he has.

Louis needs to resign himself to the nature of his own fandom because it isn't going to change. He clearly saw videos of indie stars like Julian Casablancas and Pete Doherty crowd surfing and getting back to the stage safely and thought he could do the same, ignoring the fact that the Strokes and Libertines have mainly male fans while he has rabid, thirsting teenage girls.

I remember Doherty throwing himself at the Glastonbury barricade about ten years ago. The fans took off his hat, kept it for ten minutes, and then threw it back to him. That would never happen with Louies.

#fitf tour

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spacexseven · 1 year

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you ever hear a voice and just become...obsessed with it ?!

literally me with coda's voice? it's so idk hits so perfectly he is soooo goooood and julian casablanca from the strokes i find that a lot of my friends hate his voice but i absolutely love it i could hear him sing for hours and hours

#love every era of jcs voice #AND CODA...MMMMM bloody stream is soooooooo #i wont say anything more bht listen to these guys they r great!!!#ask 🐟#anon 🐟

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emmy024 · 2 years

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December 22nd, climate about five degrees and the sun high in the sky. Light rays poured in through the window that was patiently cleaned by the brown-haired young woman; although the photo on the table was an indicator that she had her hair long, it was now an almost masculine cut and with a visible scar on the upper left half of her head.

The whole house smelled of cleaning products and lemon thanks to the spray diffuser. Julian Casablancas’s furious voice was heard even on the sidewalk. She hummed the melody while moving her body to the music’s beat. She still remembered how and when she first heard them: on the radio she turned on solely to place one of the records she inherited from her late father.

There she met one of her greatest pleasures. And all thanks to the birthday man who was not available to celebrate today. "Surely his friends throw him a huge party wherever he is. It’s a pity my invitation was revoked just a few months ago." Almost by miracle and quick medical attention, if she could add.

Rub a little more until you placed her hands on her waist. It looked perfect, in a much better state than she found it when she started. "Well, now I can see my reflection. Cool" she thought with a satisfied smile. “Now I dare Emily to tell me something because my house "looks like a garbage dump."

Her mother (she hated being called “mother”) was an overly obsessive person about cleanliness. Not even because she opened her head like a coconut Emily was able to leave it alone. Eh: at least she gave her daughter a few months of pure peace until her life was in order.

But at least cleaning was entertaining. Away from sad thoughts that could put her life at risk. Also, it was a good activity for a Sunday afternoon. "Until I start cooking Christmas dinner. Then everything will go back to the mess it all was."

Since her mother hated the idea of anything related to cooking, it was her duty to make good use of grannie Constance's recipe book and prepare a delicious Italian dish. That year the Vickers-Luciani would celebrate with the Redfields as an addition to the five-person dinner (including Jake Müller). It was her duty to do things right.

The recipes written by nonna Vickers had to be interpreted perfectly, or three generations of angry Italians would fall on her head. And no one would want that...

She though about it a lot. What could be prepared? Something easy or going to charge? Pasta? Parker's favorite lasagna? "No, we eat that almost every Sunday. I must do something different for once..."

What would Mr. Brad Vickers tell her if he were there? "He would probably be as pragmatic as any man can be, saying 'I don't really mind” and get me frustrated. Just as what he did to Emily."

She decided when cleaning the oven’s door to go for dishes that he once liked. They were relatively simple. And the bonus point was that they would work with her mother. Minestrone soup with the addition of a delicious starter of grisinis along with a spicy sauce. Also, some carbonara for her and her stepfather who both loved the taste of cheese in their throats.

He finished scraping a dirt stain that seemed permanent and finished cleaning the kitchen. At last, she could relax.

"And now?" She made a very thick coffee and added whipped cream from the supermarket. A thawed croissant and two sachets of sweetener. She took a seat at the kitchen table, caressing the head of her tabby-haired Boxer who watched her eat.

The music stopped once it reached the end of The Strokes' second album, leaving her in silence only interrupted by the incessant whimpering of her three pets. "Aaaand… what now?" A sense of dissatisfaction accompanied the emptiness felt inside.

She lit a cigarette and reached out her cell phone. She checked some notifications received during a well-deserved moment of peace and noticed something. In one of the recognized functions to return one (or not) to a happy past: exactly four years ago she shared her favorite photo. Chelsea and her dad.

"What a handsome guy he was! I got the best of him: nose and chin. And a little bit of personality too." She smiled feeling sadness. How much she would like to call him to make a father-and-daughter day. "How old he would be? About fifty-four? Damn, old man!”

"Key word of the day: would be" she lamented, giving the last drink of the delicious and hot coffee. “See, Polly-Sue? If it weren't for this man and his fascination with dogs, you'd be with another family that wouldn't give you this little bit of a delicious croissant.

"Dog’s madman", he whom left mom the most unbearable Cocker Spaniel and therefore my absolute favorite."

She handed the tip to the dog, her four-legged best friend wagging her short tail excitedly. She got up to clean utensils to go decisively to look for a precious object... That for some reason her guts demanded to have it on hand. Sometimes those things happened to her: a sudden desire to go for something related to her past. As a faithful anti-everything of things with a mystical side, she attributed it solely to longing.

True to their style, the three dogs followed her devoutly into her room. Chelsea scrambled her drawer of her wardrobe; she ran documents and other artifacts. She took the most important one: a huge photo album, copied by a melancholic Emily so that she would have something to hold on to. Chris confessed that it all was by pure regret for multiple mistakes Emily let run in the past. Things not said and actions not taken. Well-hidden lies and drawn truths.

In her opinion it was time to remove that painful thorn. "But that's the way she is. You can't teach an old dog new tricks."

She went back to the kitchen. It was her pleasure to see familiar faces of unknown people. She picked up the nicotinic cylinder again and gave it a long puff at the time she opened the album. The title was "Copy number four. Take great care of it and don't do anything I wouldn't do. “As if I were going to use it for a Fourth of July barbecue!”

A succession of photographs from her parents' wedding to her first steps was made available to her. She always found it enjoyable to watch two adults in love enjoy their stellar night surrounded by friends, family and office mates; it was embarrassing to see her sit on a toilet, learning both to stop using diapers and learn not to urinate on herself. “I’ll never understand why this was worth photographing. Like what the actual fuck is wrong with parents!”

Mr. Vickers appeared smiling with a drink in his hand, wrapping around Barry and a man named Marvin. From what she heard about Marvin, he was a good colleague, an admirable father and an exemplary policeman. Constantly thinking about the well-being of others. Barry, on the other hand, was the typical red-haired father who made terrible jokes in order to embarrass his daughters and entertain others; but the heart of that muscled man could house planet Earth.

“I missed him so much! I should send at least one message to ask how things are going, it feels like I’m an ungrateful bitch”. The poor man always cared about her well-being, even if he was covered with work.

Emily exuded her classic strong, confident woman's attitude, surrounded by tall, handsome guys. Something that always made her laugh was the fact that her uncle Josh of just thirteen appeared among adults, much more handsome than him. What a spoiled child's face! Acne, an embarrassed expression next to an awkward smile as he was kissed with affection by his sister and brother-in-law.

She recalled that such a photograph was on his personal desk, inside the lavish office of an aristocratic family full of books and dark aura.

A blonde man with messy hair dancing and making her mother spin like a princess was Uncle Joseph; in another a man with brown hair was none other than the older brother of his neighbor Tyler Speyer. They seemed to dance like there was not tomorrow, or that was her interpretation; Forest's affable smile next to his long hair brought a smile to Chelsea’s face.

If he had remained alive, she was certain that she would be fond of him, never mind the fact that he never liked children.

Magic continued with sporadic parties or gatherings to eat a barbecue between the STARS members. It was no secret among the survivors that all (or at least most) of them were on excellent terms. Except for some setbacks between Emmy/Brad may have had with Chris, the rest were good friends.

It was time to look at photographs of a long-awaited pregnancy. Rumors had it that there was once a photo of her mother crying while holding a pregnancy test. Sherry was a lot of things, but a liar wasn’t one of them; if she claimed it existed then it was one thousand percent legit. Also, how would a dude who loved documenting his life not go about portraying every happy moment of the long-awaited baby?

"Dad was the first hipster that existed. Had Instagram existed in his time, he would’ve been the king of daily posts." Not to mention that after four attempts that ended in miscarriages the mere idea of finally having a kid would probably be glorious to them.

They were very cautious: they didn’t announce it until after four months had passed. That's when the real party started.

A string of photographs announcing it to their work colleagues, receiving gifts in the form of stuffed animals and unisex clothes (they hadn’t yet bet what gender the baby had) and baby-related furniture. One of those gifts was ironically the best: Uncle Joseph had the brilliant idea of gifting them a skeleton-shaped bear. He found it funny and appropriate for a baby.

"Too bad I was afraid of that thing until I was five” she laughed at the time after she gave a puff to her cigarette “He never saw that coming.”

All those snaps were an absolute delight. Those smiles and excitement cheered her soul, much needed for a recovering addict.

One caught her eye: a rather handsome guy, straight nose and blond hair with a good guy face named Richard hugged his mother and handed over a bag of children's utensils next to a stuffed giraffe. The animal was sitting, smiling as he held a heart on his paws. Reggie the giraffe!

Rumors said that each one of the STARS members found that plushie so adorable and soft that they proceeded to hug it one by one. Twelve adults, with adult lives and work, worshipping a stupid giraffe. "And then I’m the crazy and childish one."

Maybe that's why she always felt accompanied and safe to have that giraffe in her arms. Perhaps they gave her a little bit of safety and love by hugging that thing.

A true pity was that it all ended months later. The rest of the pictures looked somewhat lacking in charisma along with color. They only showed their parents, rarely appearing in the same photograph. Either it was her dad sitting in the rocking chair surrounded by stuffed animals, or Emily with a belly almost twice as big as her body. Chelsea did not want to imagine the pain that they must have gone through as a couple to have lived through such a setback.

Time went by and arrived at the first photos where she was already born. The very first contact with her mother's skin was captured, Emily cried and caressed her dirty head barely covered by hair. Why on earth babies come into the world like that? Next, she was held in her dad's arms, resting both on the couch in the hospital room.

No one to congratulate them, they lived in fear that a handful of mercenaries would kill them; there was no newborn party or introduction to friends. The Vickers family (at least the third’s son’s branch) took refuge in the two-room house waiting for the storm moderate.

They needed nothing more than themselves in those ten days stolen from the clutches of fateful fate. It was a follow-up until she found her favorite. Despite not remembering anything, Chelsea was glad to have lived them. It gave her the possibility of having that beautiful image on her hands.

She finished the cigarette and lit another one, although that time she went to the fridge for a bottle of water. She carefully stole it off the album, observing it carefully to delight her eyes and soul.

Her dad was sitting on a purple rocking chair, probably cross-legged. It was a beautiful day out, late summer and approaching autumn; the sun was still shining strong enough to leave a beautiful yellowish glow as it filtered in. This luminous effect radiated perfectly against the strong profile of a man mesmerized by his first and only daughter.

He held her carefully and his heart filled with love. He smiled at the little figure who slept with the pacifier still on her mouth. This baby girl of mere days old wrapped in her pink blanket and wearing a ridiculous pink hat. Behind, room full of toys, stuffed animals and even a rocker horse. Stacked diaper packs, ready-to-use bottles along with the mysterious toy raccoon she still had at home. Why did that thing always appear in photos?

Seeing that snapshot filled her soul with an inexplicable peace, almost as if she were once again hugged by her dad. To be surrounded by the muscular arms of a 5ft 9in, Christian heart and science-loving mind. "How much do I need you! These days more than ever, and that's the worst thing it can happen to anyone."

She kissed it fondly. She saved it again delicately and then closed the album. She already knew how the story ended regarding her life and her father’s. Why contaminate it with spoilers?

“Ti amo, papà. Grazie di tutto e buon compleanno.”

She gave a kiss to the sky as hers nonna Constance used to do when referring to her deceased son. She smiled heavily and went to storing it and then put some music on. That time she chose something to give a little nod to the birthday boy with his favorite band. She selected with her phone The Joshua Tree and the music was played at full volume.

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dilfsuzanneyk · 2 months

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🎵<3

thanks for the ask moss!!

When I Was Your Age by "Weird Al" Yankovic

this song is genuinely really funny and makes me laugh so hard. it follows al's usual humour tactic of taking one concept and exaggerating it SO far to the point where it's just ridiculous. also one of the few songs that al has done that's in the rock kinda style!! i really think his voice suits the genre well i wish he did it more

2. Creep by Radiohead

listen i don't care if this song is "overplayed" or if thom yorke hates this song it got popular for a REASON. is it kinda silly when you really listen to the lyrics? perhaps. but consider: it's really fun when you get to scream and yell the lyrics <3

3. Last Nite by the Strokes

a fun song!! i love the strokes and i just love julian casablancas' vocals in general but this one's just really bouncy. fun instrumentals, fun vocals, most people are likely to know the song. definitely one of the songs i play when people tell me to play music so they don't see the absolute mess that is my music taste.

4. Aprovéchate by Cafe Tacvba

i don't understand what the song is about because i'm not fluent in Spanish however the vibes are absolutely immaculate! the song begins with a crisp and light guitar that has you feeling somewhat empty and a little more mellow, then the bass kicks in and grounds you but keeps you in the mellow mood. when the singer starts singing, it's like a scene in a movie where the protag is sitting alone in a bar and listening to some guy croon into a microphone while they brood. the song mantains this mellow vibe throughout its verses, until the chorus where the mood picks up slightly but not entirely, and then it falls back into that brood-y kind of feel. cafe tacvba has some absolute bangers so if you listen to this one and like it i would so recommend checking out their other stuff! another favourite of mine from them is their song Futuro!

5. Sweet Transvestite by Richard O'Brien

do i even need to say anything about this song. i'm just a sweet transvestite from transsexual, transylvania etc etc

#asks #ask games #moss-is-a-frog #i genuinely do not know what aprovéchate is about so like i really hope the song isn't like KILLING DEATH VIOLENCE I EAT BABIES

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certifiedplayerhater · 7 months

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what i’ve been bumping

origin of symmetry by muse

The only muse albums I’ve heard prior to this moment was Simulation Theory and Will of the People, which I both like decently. I saw they weren’t widely enjoyed, but I figured it was a result of old heads hating the new direction of the band rather than being willing to give them a fair shot. After listening to Origin of Symmetry, I understand why people said they fell off. The opener, “New Born”, was a brilliant introduction into the entire concept of Muse as a band. It was grandiose and shameless, bringing people into this technological determinist body of work. Most of the tracks felt straight out of a rock opera, with a very standard intro, build, and explosive crescendo. The guitars were whiny, the vocals were desperate and the drums were disproportionate in the best way possible.

There’s a youthful naivety to the album, making it seem like these concerns with technology taking over were nothing more than products of the time. Even the 20th anniversary edition lacks the raw grit and sheer fear of whatever the matrix was talking about. It was a great album and worth every second, with only one song being a true skip for me (“Screenager”, I like it in the context of the album but I found it repetitive and not contributing anything that “Citizen Erased” didn’t already do). While the themes are now a little out of date (personally I think Bastille’s Give Me the Future is a much more nuanced take on the implications of technological evolution on the individual), there is a timelessness to its approach to the idea of technology taking over. The album feels frozen in 2001, which is appreciated when so many albums today seem to be reminiscing on a rose-coloured past or freaking out about a future not guaranteed.

“30 Minute Boyfriend” and “River of Brakelights” by julian casablancas

Casablancas’ strongest suit is his songwriting when you can understand what he’s saying. There’s an aura of disdain in everything he sings, making it seem like each lyric is shamelessly sung to someone who isn’t expecting much better. A song like “30 Minute Boyfriend” is pretty self explanatory, but I like the idea of the subject being forced to reconsider her decisions by asking questions like “will you become what other people think of you?” I was always drawn to the questions poised by the songwriter in the songs because it’s such a creative way to inject some self reflection into these songs that can get so convoluted sometimes. The imagery of each track is what keeps me coming back to them — I can imagine a man talking to a woman at a bar, outlining his intentions, and I can imagine being stuck in traffic late at night, wondering how to pass the time as you wait for the next green light.

But the part that I care about is the instrumental. Each track is weird because it feels like an alternative rock song, but it sounds like pop. I always preferred the more synth heavy Strokes tracks (hence why I prefer the Voidz in general), so these songs were a happy medium between the chaos of the Voidz and the reservations of the Strokes. Despite the disdain in his voice, the instrumentals carry a surprising optimism to them, feeling much brighter than you’d think. “River of Brakelights” is especially surprising, with bright imagery and a twinkling hidden among the gruff guitars. There’s a moment in the chorus where you suddenly get a very clear guitar tone (before it is inevitably swallowed up by the rest of the instruments), which almost snaps you out of the hopelessness of the verses.

Dare I Care // the Voidz

You’ve got to be out of your damn mind to enjoy this song. The lyrics don’t make much sense and they’re hidden behind the grime of each distorted instrument, the instrumentation is distorted beyond comprehension and it feels weirdly haunting. Every minute it seems like the song is trying to outsmart the listener and there’s no interaction between the two.

But there’s something about the song that makes me keep coming back to it. I don’t know if it’s the pulsing drum that sits under the entire song, effectively feeling like the life force of the track, or the broken vocal lines that get lost among the guitar tones that feel familiar yet distant, or even the steady increase in chaos with each chorus. The song feels alive, taking on its own character and personality beyond Casablancas. This makes the Voidz feel less like a side project and more like a forum of experimentation, testing the limits of music. In that regard, “Dare I Care” is almost like a jazz track, with each instrument forced to keep up with all of the others. It builds and builds and builds, enveloping the listener with each addition until you’re left with this mess of a track that can’t be replicated. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever heard before and so addictive, to the point that you almost forget its 6 minutes and 30 seconds long. Each second is put to use to crafting this experience of a song — yes it’s messy and yes it doesn’t make any sense, but that’s the intrigue.

#the voidz #julian casablancas + the voidz #julian casablancas #muse band #origin of symmetry #music reviews

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priestfrommidnightmass · 2 years

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julian casablancas has said and done so much but by god this was the most evil thing he’s EVER done

#nick thoughts #the cousin kissing the songs the transphobia . this was the Most evil #get AWAY FROM HER GET A JOBBBBBB #you will literally never be kieran culkin wtf is wrong with you #julian casablancas is a roman roy kin because his dad doesn’t like him and he’s a queer . hope this helps #julian casablancas #the strokes #i can’t believe he actually posted this why is he so bad #i hate him so much but why is he so funny #straight up fan casted yourself as kieran culkin #i want the balls to do that actually

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introductionpresence · 11 months

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58 (no judgement here /gen), 66, 78, 92 and 104!! <3

thanks for the ask mica :D

for this ask game!

58 - Song you hate that you like?

buddy holly by weezer- like. i'm not really a fan of them but that song's a vibe tbh

66 - song with the sicked solo ever?

well since i play the drums i'm gonna go with this being a drum solo so i gotta say "half full glass of wine" by tame impala

but if we're talking guitar solos, i'm not really sure, a lot of the strokes' stuff is probably up there lmao

78- best songs of the 00s?

there are so so many songs i could choose ough- if i had to choose like 5 id probably choose

digital love - daft punk (2001)

ize of the world - the strokes (2005)

every planet we reach is dead - gorillaz (2005)

trying your luck - the strokes (2001)

last nite - the strokes (2001)

92 - which album(s) would you wish to see performed live front to back?

like apart from. both The Strokes' and The Voidz' entire discographies, i'd love to hear Tame Impala play both Innerspeaker & Lonerism, and maybe hear Blur play 13 live since that's my favourite Blur album. maybe i'd like to hear Gorillaz play Demon Days live, that'd be pretty sick!

oh also machinegum's conduit as well

104 - Who would you want to see your favorite musicians collab with?

oh man i can ramble on about this for a while /vpos

so basically. julian casablancas and damon albarn. i'd love love love to hear that!! it's supposed to have happened multiple times, with julian originally supposed to have featured on Oil by Gorillaz (which never happened because of schedule conflicts:[) as well as this, damon originally recorded some backing vocals for Room On Fire (which never made it onto the album) so. yeah. i'd really like to see that happen at some point because it's almost happened a few times-

that or some super cool julian/tame impala collab. maybe with like the voidz or something idk- i can only dream /silly

anyways thanks for letting me talk about music :]

#thanks for letting me ramble :D /gen #mica :D #runway's replies #ask game!

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samiwife · 9 months

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Distance ⋆ ★ (Julian Casablancas x Reader

A/N: HI! Hope everyone is doing fine, I know I'm not but it's okay. But anyway hope you guys enjoy this Julian Casablanca fanfic <3

P.S: This is going to have 2 POVs (yours and Julian's) ENJOY <3

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

Julian and you always had busy schedules, not to mention distance since Julian toured all the time. But, somehow you guys always made time for each other. It didn't matter if it was a day or 10 seconds you guys always made time for each other. It was like this until Julian told you he'd be touring for over 5 months. This was by the longest break you and him were going to be apart. Usually, the distance only lasts 1 and sometimes 2 months.

"Julian, I'm so happy for you to go on tour but 5 months? Isn't that too much?" You told him over the phone. Julian chuckles over the phone. "Princess, it'll be fine. We're doing a show in town in 3 weeks. You can see me then." Julian explained trying to not make you worried.

But it didn't help, you weren't just worried about Julian meeting other girls, you were worried that he'll forget about you or worse he grows distant from you. You two were dating for so long, not to mention. You guys were best friends before dating. You loved Julian and you would hate to see him out of your life.

"Julian promise me you'll call and at least see me once. That's all I ask." You pleaded with him. Julian chuckles again. You can imagine his smile through the phone. "Baby, of course. You'll see me in a few weeks. I'll even take you out after the show. How about that?" Julian said with happiness in his voice. You smiled and blushed.

"Sounds nice Julian, I'll be ready." You said holding the phone close to your chest. "Okay, I gotta go now. See you soon princess." Julian said while hanging up. You sighed and couldn't help but worry more. You worried he'd forget to call or worse he'd forget to even see you. But, you brushed all the worries to the side and just relaxed.

3 weeks were finally up. You were going to see him at the show tonight, and after the show, you guys were going to grab some drinks at a nearby cafe where you two had your first date. You got ready and drove to the venue, you bought tickets way before so you were the first one there.

The stage was still empty, but you saw they were setting up. You were excited to see your boyfriend on stage. You often saw him practicing which always made you happy. After an hour of waiting, the show finally began.

Julian sang beautifully, his voice is always amazing. You loved to listen to it. You stared at Julian the whole show. You wanted to get his attention from the crowd but it didn't matter, because you guys were going to be together afterward. Or so you thought. After the show, you waited outside the venue for Julian. After 10 minutes, he wasn't there.

But you didn't mind since you thought he got caught up with something so you waited longer. However, an hour passed and he still didn't come out. The night became cold and you were freezing. But you still wanted to wait for him. An hour turned into a few more hours and nothing. You decided to text him.

"Hey babe, where are you? I know you might be busy but just let me know where you are." You typed and sent. A few minutes no response, typical. You assumed he was busy again, but wouldn't he let you know beforehand? You sighed and checked your phone to see if he responded. To your surprise, he read your message but didn't respond. You assumed he just saw your message and was answering but no. 20 minutes passed and still no response.

You sighed and took it as if he forgot or didn't want to go out. You walked to your car, and you were tired, cold, and hurting. Not just physically for standing for so long but also emotionally since you felt he didn't care. You drove home in tears, you wanted to just go home. But you still wanted to see Julian. You reached home and walked into your apartment. You lay on your couch and cried silently. Hours passed and your cell phone rang. You picked up and saw that it was Julian calling. You urgently picked up to hear his sweet voice.

"Hey baby, how are you doing?" Julian asks in his low voice. Tears fell down and you breathed sharply. "H-hey where were you I texted you." You said trying to hold in your tears. "I'm sorry babe. The guys wanted to go out for drinks after the show and I couldn't turn it down." Julian said trying to convince you to not be upset. You were full-on crying at this point and you couldn't hold it in anymore. You blew up at him.

"Julian! How could you forget about me? I'm your girlfriend! I would be fine if you were to tell me, but you just left me in the dust. Do I even matter to you? Or do you just care about getting drunk with your friends? I don't care anymore, if you want to bang other chicks and get drunk then do that because you obviously don't care!" You shouted through the phone, you didn't wait for a response. You just hung up on him. You threw the phone on the table harshly. You cried hard in your chest alone. You loved him so much and you hated being mad but you just couldn't take it anymore. You and Julian would often never fight but he just felt different.

Julian's POV

I sat at the bar holding the phone to my ear, silence. Y/N isn't happy with me this time. I look down in guilt. How could I forget my girlfriend? She's my everything, her eyes, her lips, her voice, her everything. She's the love of my life and I forgot that? Julian, are you an idiot? I snap back to reality and get up from the bar. The guys asked where I was going, and I just turned my head and said I was going to Y/N. They laughed and scoffed but I didn't care.

I needed to make it up to her and show her I do care because I do. I walked out of the bar and called a cab for myself. Along the way, I told the driver to stop at a small department store. I picked up some flowers and a box of chocolates. I needed to also show her I care for her. I dated Y/N for so long and I'm not going to throw it all away just because of some stupid mistake. I reached her apartment and took a big breath and knocked on her apartment door.

The doorknob jingles and the door swings open, revealing Y/N. Her eyes were red from crying and so was her nose. Her hair was also a mess. She looked awful but it's all my fault. I shouldn't have forgotten her. "Hey baby," I said while looking at her. She gulps and hugs me. She begins to sob and apologize. "I'm sorry for yelling, I know you're busy. I shouldn't have bothered you." She said while soaking my shirt with her tears. I smile and stroke her silky hair. I whisper in her ear, that she shouldn't be sorry but instead, I should apologize. I explained I was the one who forgot and it was my fault.

She pulled away and kissed me. I pulled her by the hips and kissed her deeper. She pulled away and smiled. "Julian, I thought you wouldn't make time for me," Y/N said while holding my hand. I looked down in guilt. "Y/N, I want to make time for you and I wish this didn't separate us. I want to stay with you forever. I felt so guilty for letting you down. Will you forgive me?" I said while holding up the flowers and chocolates. She chuckles and takes them. She cups my face and pulls me in for another kiss. She pulls away and smiles. "I forgive you, Julian, I love you." She says while caressing my face. I blushed and smiled. "I love you too Y/N, you are always my baby girl," I said while pulling her hips further in towards me.

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