#and all ~100 people who have ever been in any of those bands

[lindenattic]

here's how i spent my afternoon

full size cause i forgot that tumblr squashes things down

#ls dunes #and all 5 members. and the 20something bands that the five of them in total have been in. #and all ~100 people who have ever been in any of those bands #and the ~180 additional bands that all of them have ever been in #EXCEPT I FUCKIN FORGOT REGGIE AND THE FULL EFFECT LOL #theres definitely other shit im missing too. whatever #i am not tagging fucking anything else for this #someday im gonna expand this. im gonna go through all those 180 fuckin bands and write down all the people that have ever been in them #and itll be beautiful hell.

[qqueenofhades]

I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to argue with people about the worthlessness of voting third party. They just keep insisting that the influence is worth it, and that I was a coward for daring to suggest that we don't HAVE any other options than Democratic. I even cited how voting third party likely played a part in Al Gore losing ffs.

There's no "likely" about it, Ralph Nader DID directly cost Gore the election. He ran explicitly on the same "both parties are the same, so leftists/liberals should vote for me instead" rhetoric that we are still seeing among the Online Left, and it was successful: he got, for example, over 97,000 votes in Florida. Bush won Florida (and thus the presidency) by a miniscule 537 votes, after the fuckery of Bush v. Gore and SCOTUS ordering the recount stopped in Bush's favor. If the tiniest percentage of those Nader voters had gone for Gore, we would have had a president who was arguing in favor of tackling climate change in the year 2000. We would have been incredibly ahead of the curve. We would, in all likelihood, have a president who took the CIA's warnings of an impending al-Qaeda attack in the US seriously. We would not have had the disastrous Afghanistan and Iraq invasions and the "War on Terror," the rampant Islamophobia, "No Child Left Behind," the 2008 economic crash, and everything else that Dubya and his band of bloodthirsty neocons inflicted on us in the early aughties. Look, I try not to look back too much, but having Gore instead of Bush as president would have reshaped the entire timeline we're living in to such an unfathomably better degree that every moron thinking of voting third party For The Protest should be sat down and forced to learn this history intimately. Of course, they already saw it happen in real time in 2016, but they didn't care about that either.

The good news is: there are plenty of persuadable voters out there, and you can do work to reach them and convince them to vote for Democrats! They're just not online, because all the Online Leftists are terminally brain-poisoned against voting anyway and trying to argue with them is generally a waste of time. Instead, what you should do is take a gander at the following links:

This is the one-stop shop page for volunteering to get Democrats elected. You can do in-person and remote work, there are tons of different ways to get involved (i.e. you don't have to go directly out and knock doors if that's not something you're comfortable with), and your local Democratic party will welcome the volunteer help. There is also a page for finding your state party website:

I went there, clicked on my state, opened the webpage, and there was a "Volunteer" link right in the header, with an easy and quick form to fill out to register your interest and explain the kinds of work you would be interested in doing. You can canvass directly, you can manage data on the back end, you can phone bank, you can send texts and postcards to voters who may need an extra nudge, you can otherwise work with your state party in lots of ways, and it will be so much more productive and make you feel so much better than arguing with online idiots who will never, ever change their minds. What you can do is reach out to voters in your own community, in your own state, and have conversations with people who actually ARE willing to listen, but might need a little more educating on the facts, what's at stake, the truth about this election, and the danger that Trump poses. All of this will convert into critically important Democratic votes, and you can actually put your desire to make a difference into action. So yeah. I would 100% suggest you do it this way instead. Good luck.

#anonymous #ask #politics for ts

[christinebloodwrittings]

Something exactly like this.

Here we start a new series, at last I regained my love for writing n' reading 🥰

I have no idea how to write Hobie's accent, so apologies for that in advance. Any input and advise is well welcomed ☺️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mention of blood, injuries, fighting, cursing, anxiety.

Words: 2022

Chapter one: What else you got?

"When will you ever grow up?! Going against our path, is going against the family!" My father yelled, speaking about his religion and how I refused to believe in his insanity while punching the table to accentuate his anger.

"Then maybe I was never really a part of this shit family!" A smack on the face, it came from across my step mother that had entered the conversation, "Never come back, insufferable brat" she spit at me.

I had had it with them, so I flipped them off and left with a duffle bag on my shoulder.

As soon as I arrived to the train station and took seat inside the train, my heart broke, tears streamed down my face, like a wild river I tried to hold back when I looked the disappointment in my father's eyes.

Let's start from the beginning, my name is Y/n L/n, and it's been two weeks since I moved to the big city. A friend got me a job on a coffee shop and a small flat near it, without her I would've slept on the streets probably, so I owe her a lot.

Every day is the same! It's going to drive me crazy. I make the minimum for attending crazy fucked up people! Every day is the same compalints, some about the damm prices, the ice cream flavors, the fact that not always we have cash to break a 20, bitch come on, who buys a two dollar coffee with 20 or 100 bucks?? Seriously, people are crazy, and they take it on me just because I'm on the counter almost all the time.

I'm fucking tired.

Then one night, I was doing inventory when Jess, on the subject that I owe her a lot, she practically begged me to accompany her to a very illegal show downtown, on a sketchy bar no less. "I don't know Jess, those shows aren't really my thing, neither is a lot of people on a confined space" you shrugged, "Come on Y/n, my boyfriend is playing the bass, but I don't wanna go alone, maybe I could even present you to a few people, so you have friends, other than me" I looked at her with a stern look, that was the least of my concerns.

"It's just...you look so lonely and sad all the time, maybe you could have some fun, ya' know, to loosen up the stress from work" before she could keep blabbering reasons to go, I caved. "Fine" she yelled a high pitched "Yay" and hugged me.

It's amazing how easy is to get killed in the city nowadays, my first couple of days working I got shocked with how many corpses I encountered as soon as I opened my apartment door, but then I got used to it? I don't throw up as much as before, so that's a start.

But everything is so messy right now, with V.E.N.O.M tasks forces roaming the streets, people instead of being scared, they've become violent. I have no idea how Jess can be so hyped about a show when there's like an 80% chance we'll get killed in the process.

But hey, YOLO right?

Since it was a punk event, she wanted me to "blend in", as to not dress as a total nerd like I always do according to her. So we stopped at her apartment to get ready.

She lend me a plaid mini skirt, mid thigh stockings, a learher jacket that ended mid torso, a dark red shirt with a weird spider logo, a spiky choker and did a very goth or punk-like work on my face.

I didn't recognized myself, but I didn't quite hated it either.

Black boots with chains completed the look according to her, "Ya' look stunnin', honey" she squealed, coming out of the bathroom ready herself, wearing all things similar to mine, with the addition of a oversized denim jacket filled with band related pins and patches.

"Your boyfriend's, I suppose" she turned back to me, blushed slightly, "He gifted this to me, he's so cool and corny, I love him so much".

I am jealous of her. Her boyfriend has stopped by work a few times, he's tough but nice and very likeable. I could tell he would go to hell and back for her.

I was so fucking jealous of that.

The place wasn't really far from my apartment, which would allow me to slip away in case I needed it, oh boy, not even two seconds inside and I already wanted to run away.

It was a mess of all kinds of black dressed people, like the pride parade but goth, punk and violently weird. Jess seemed to be fine around the mess, she was a natural, totally in her element.

There was this feeling climbing up my spine, weakening my knees and my lungs, anxiety making her debut.

"C'mon let's get to the front before they start playin', otherwise we won't be able to see shit!" She pulled me across the sea of leather and spikes, I sensed a lot of stares and wolf whistles, probably not for me, but it felt so alien to me.

The group made its introduction, the crowd wildly started screaming and jumping, shoving us against the fence that kept us away from the stage. The amps to the limit, and the people jumping and shoving, everything begun to spin, in a haze I believed myself to be drunk but totally sober, "Jess! I wanna leave" I tried to scream but she couldn't hear me. Couldn't move either, trapped in between the fence I could only close my eyes in hopes the pain in my ears and my chest would end soon.

A hand took mine, out of a sudden I was on the other side of the fence. Due to the momentum I clashed against a bunch of pins and chains, "Follow me" He said, not ever letting my hand go, he lead me backstage, where the sound of the still going music and cheering was a bit muffled, barely bearable.

"Better?" I looked up to him, he had a wild black mane, piercings on his brows and his lower lip, stunning factions and he was built amazingly. "Yeah, sorry about the trouble" he chuckled at my embarrassment, "S' nothin', stay here all you need" he winked and rushed back to the stage, the screaming intensified as soon as he did.

A while later, Jess got to the backstage by the arm of her boyfriend, "Oh, honey I'm so sorry, are you feeling okay now?" I shook my head, hugging myself in absolute embarrassment. "'m gonna head back, sorry" she held me as soon as I was about to leave, "First, your knight in denim armor, Hobie I can't thank you enough" she thank him.

So that was his name, Hobie.

"No problem, that was a bad edge" his accent was so thick that's all I got to hear him say. "Hobie we need to scram, they are on their way, get the explosives" said none other than Jess's boyfriend, "Another raid? But babe" she whined, not caring about the sudden violence about to be unleashed apparently.

"Jess we need to leave, now!" I tried to take her away, but she resisted and shoved my hand away from hers, "I'm actually gonna stay for this one, Spider-Man might actually appear this time" She excitedly left with her boyfriend.

How could she just left when there was going to be another raid outside?! "Why today, I knew I shouldn't have come to this stupid thing!" Searching routes, but nothing came to mind, the sound of the tasks forces was loud, and the one from the rebellion was even more so.

Everything went down because of Oscorp taking over, then Spider-Man showed up to shake up the masses into a furious rebellion, it bothered me tat the rebels acted as if the destruction, the purchase of weapons from gangsters, and the eternal bustle, would change the fact that V.E.N.O.M had almost completely taken over the streets. The rebellion regained territory in the last assault, but in that hell several young people died, and not even Spider-Man could do anything about it.

Usually I don't get into that shit, because for fun I rather go dancing at the club, though I admit I threw a Molotov at a task forces's car, once the opportunity presented itself.

When I got out, everything was smoke, explosions, people running, crying and shouting with hate. The alley that led to the passage where I would hopefully make it to my apartment was across the fire. I plucked up my courage and ran, a little difficult because of the platforms on my shoes, the damn mini skirt, and because of the shooting that started when I managed to jump over the puddle of burning gasoline.

I fell and hit all the cement on my legs and arms, I got up quickly because the adrenaline was stronger than the bullet that grazed my knee, so I managed to take refuge in the back of the building.

"Where you think you goin' bitch" A cop grabbed my arm, seeing that I resisted him the baton on his other hand hit the back of my knees and then I had no other choice but to fall, the cut on my knee bleeding even more, but I couldn't feel it yet.

He rises the baton to hit me again, but it got swooped off his hand, in about a second that same cop was literally mummified to the wall, all covered in spider webs.

"You okay?" Red and blue suit, spikes on the head of the mask, denim jacket and boots, yeah a hero alright. "Peachy" He just saved me, but the bitterness from my friend bailing on me, the recent anxiety attack, the raid, the pulsing wound that I made the mistake of acknowledge, and the posible bruise from the baton, got to me pretty fast.

"Go save the others, I'm fine" he didn't moved, instead he stretched his hand towards me, "Let me take you some'ere safe first" normally I would've sent him to hell itself, but taking everything into consideration, I ended up agreeing.

As soon as I took his hand, he pulled me up and into his arms. He secured my waist with his arm, "By the green building is alright" he nodded then fired his web, without warning he took flight, taking an even firmer grasp on my waist.

Meanwhile I hid my face on his neck and yelled a bit.

As soon as we landed I shoved myself off of his grasp, clinging to the fire stairs railing for dear life, "Bit nauseous there love?" He joked, "A warning would've been appreciated" I swallowed the bit of puke that threatened the back of my throat, "But thanks, I'll take it form here".

My knees quivered when trying to make a decent step, the pulsing hurt behind my legs, "Ya' sure?" He asked, getting at a safe distance from my pathetic state, "Yeah, now aren't you needed elsewhere?" He slightly laughed at my embarrassment, "That can wait, they were holding it up, a'right" I could hear his smile under that mask.

"Need help there, love?" He offered, making it sound more like a tease, his hand reaching towards me once more, "I'll be careful" He promised. I caved again, after all, I lived in the eighth floor.

"Now we're good, night spiderman" I tried to close the door but he stopped it with his combat boots, "What" he stayed silent for a second, "Not even a kiss?" He joked? I couldn't tell because of the mask, then he just leaned on the doorframe. I genuinely laughed, like I haven't in a while, "Thanks for the laugh, maybe next time you save me, I'll give you that kiss, how's that?" He tilted his head a bit, like thinking, then just nodded.

I think he was about to say something, but an explosion on the raid site got to his attention, "I think you're needed" When I turned my head around he had already left.

#hobie x y/n #hobie brown #hobie x you #hobie brown x you #hobie x reader #hobie brown smut #spiderman #spider man: across the spider verse #spider punk

[pfenniged]

How Band of Brothers Characters Would Act as a Gym Partner/ Workout Buddy:

Dick Winters: Puts everyone (including any instructor teaching a class you attend) to shame. As a result, gets far more attention than he wants, and sets up a home gym soon after (Saves money, less attention). Lewis Nixon: Starts with strong goals of working out at 6am. Late the first day- workout plans fall apart after that. Ronald Spiers: Already there by the time you head to the gym. Has been working out for half an hour. Has a fitness app subscription he actually follows. Carwood Lipton: Possibly the best workout partner. Follows the damn plan and gives you a high five after ever hard set. Joseph Liebgott: Claims he's skinny, so he doesn't have to go to the gym. Says you can lift him if you're so intent on weight training. Floyd Talbert: Loves the act of going to the gym (I.E: Choosing an outfit, picking a water bottle, having people look at you when you walk in), rarely keeps to a plan. Usually ends up on the elliptical watching TV and getting his steps. Also has a fitness app subscription that he rarely uses. Donald Malarkey: The eagerest workout buddy. 100 percent signs up for those workout classes around different artists (I.E: Dua Lipa Step Classes, Lady Gaga Cycle). Buys smoothies as soon as you finish your work out. Bill Guarnere: Either doesn't work out at all or does CrossFit. Ends up injuring himself by going too hard and grumbling about not being able to work out for months afterwards. Joe Toye: Also does CrossFit, but actually in moderation. CrossFit cultists scare him. George Luz: Goes to yoga classes with Babe. 100000 percent hides the fact he goes to yoga classes with Babe. Babe Heffron: Goes to yoga classes with George. 100000 percent tells everyone he goes to yoga classes with George. Doc Roe: Swims at the local recreation centre. Is best friends with the old people who swim laps, and they give each other a mutual nod of respect every time he shows up before work. Skip Muck: Works out three times a week, doing whatever he wants. Doesn't have a plan he follows. Buck Compton: All-American athlete. Nobody wants to work out with him (including you), because he takes everything too seriously. Bull Randleman: Refuses to pay for a gym. Does farm work for weightlifting. John Martin: Goes to a super-elite bougie gym. Refuses to tell anyone where he goes to the gym, because it's thirty minutes to an hour a day, ALL TO HIMSELF. Ready to kill George when he helps half the platoon track him one day and gatecrashes his workout.

#hbo war #band of brothers #this is dumb but cute I liked writing it

[strayheartless]

Now that it’s been pointed out to me that Genesis is ADHD when I previously read him as autistic, I now have a list of AuDHD sensory issues swirling around my head that I think he has.

So, in no particular order:

Butter. Genesis is staunchly against butter. It is evil and the minute it he hits his tongue he gags. He also doesn’t like touching it.

Air on any skin but his face. Most people believe Genesis wears the coat glove combo because he wants to emulate Sephiroth. The actual reason is he can’t bare to have his skin exposed to the elements. You’ll never catch him dead without something covering his arms, not even in the summer. The gloves depend on the day.

Corduroy. It’s a crime against fashion anyway but the feel of it on his skin makes it crawl.

Cotton wool. You just have to say the word cotton wool to Genesis and he looses his composure. Zack takes great pleasure in pulling it apart just to watch Genesis squirm. Mostly because Genesis makes fun of his sensory issues

Full fat milk. This is something Genesis didn’t know about until he met Cloud. His mother had always had fully skimmed milk in the fridge because she was obsessed with diet fads so he’d never had it. He knew he didn’t like creamy things, but he once drank a cup of coffee that Cloud made him that had full fat milk in it and couldn’t swallow it.

Pears. They are grainy and not like apples. He hates them.

Bananas. They make his teeth itch.

Tags, sequins, itchy wool etc. anything that is itchy is hell

Hats and Earmuffs. Angeal is the one who discovered this. He once placed his own hat on Gens head and then watched Genesis get fustrated and upset for twenty minutes because he didn’t like it touching his ears.

Blocked noses. The biggest reason Genesis hates being sick is because he can’t cope with his nose being blocked or stuffy. He genuinely forgets how to breath through his mouth sometimes.

Cold hands. If Genesis’s hands get cold he may as well be dead, it would be preferable to this hell.

White noise emitters. Because quite frankly fuck them.

Marching bands. The drum beats mess with his heart rate. He doesn’t like it. The made parade duty very difficult.

Genesis can deal with pain, what he can’t deal with is how itchy wounds get while they heal. It would be funny if it didn’t wind him up so much he cries in frustration.

Cold sink water, especially if it’s had something greasy in it.

Avocado. Angeal made him Avocado on toast one morning for breakfast and Gen put it in his mouth, looked panicked and Angeal said “do you need to spit it out?” And that was how Angeal struck Avocado off of all future meal plans.

Genesis will 100% tell people he doesn’t have sensory issues. He’s one of those “nobody would ever guess I’m Autistic” people and then you’d put a fear food in front of him and he’d panic and not be able to swallow it.

He’s also the kind of person who will poke fun at Zack and Sephiroth for having extreme sensory issues but then gets rudely reminded that the only reason he seems to not have them is because he avoids everything he hates like the plague and has some truly elaborate work arounds to avoid them.

#ffvii #genesis rhapsodos #adhd genesis rhapsodus #autistic genesis rhapsodus #AuDHD Genesis rhapsodus #sensory issues #genesis rhapsodos headcanons #zack fair #angeal hewley #sephiroth #cloud strife #crisis core #ffvii crisis core #asg #AGS #AGSZC

[quixoticall]

This Could Get Ugly 3. The Rise and Subsequent Fall of Eddie Munson

Summary: It's 1983 and The Downsides need another lead singer and you just happen to need a band--it's a perfect match. The only issue? You have to pretend to be in a relationship with your bandmate, Steve Harrington, but you can't help but be drawn to the band's broody guitar player.

pairing: s.h. x fem!reader, e.m. x fem!reader, j.b. x n.w., r.b x n.w.

warnings: Heavy drug use, misogyny, angst, past!Eddie x Chrissy

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WC: 2.7K

A/N: Halloween came early this year I guess! Take this early chapter as a thank you all for your follows, reblogs and likes! The idea of my fic being so well-received warms my heart! Enjoy!

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EDDIE: Okay, here we go.

 I’m Eddie Munson, lead guitar for The Downsides.

 I  grew up trailer trash in some town that no one’s ever heard of. My mom died when I was eight and my dad was in and out of jail pretty much my entire life--well, until those royalty checks started rolling in, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

  People always use the dead mom/jailbird dad thing to either turn me into a sob story or villainize me, so I generally tend to avoid talking about it but since it's you, I'll say this: the thing I remember most about my mother is her absence and there is not a single redeeming thing about ole' Munson Sr. but I don't think they're responsible for any of the ways I've fucked up over the years. Nah, kid, that was all me.

Let’s get to the good stuff, shall we?

At the tender age of ten, I was gifted an old beat-up guitar by my uncle. Clearly, something he had picked up at the local Goodwill to try and keep me occupied and out of trouble. The neighbors hated us after. They hated us, even more, when it turned out that I could actually play.

When I was 18, Uncle Wayne got the idea that I was ready to commit to a life of indentured servitude over at the factory and that did not sit well with me, at all. I wanted to be a musician. But, instead of talking to him about it, you know, like a rational person? I just ran.

I sold my van and got a one-way ticket to LA. The metal scene was starting to pop up on the strip and music—metal—was the only thing I was good at, so I thought, ‘what the hell!’ and booked it. I slummed it for a few months and then, through some stroke of luck, I heard about a band that was auditioning for a new guitar player since their last one got hitched and quit. The Metal Gods smiled down on me the day of the audition because that same afternoon they called me back and told me they wanted me on as lead guitar.

1982

“It Was You”, your duet with The Letterman’s peaked at number 6 on Billboard’s Top 100 in October of 1982.

Suddenly, everyone wanted you to be featured in their songs. Your EP did well enough, but it didn’t even crack the top 30. That didn’t keep you from being the hot new thing on the scene and a

huge part of that was your reputation.

Of course, people knew who you were because of your groupie days, and you unintentionally built a reputation for being romantically involved with different musicians. So, when you broke out on the scene with a romantic duet, people started talking, and the tabloids began to spin stories about you and Jason being romantically linked which only caused a buzz for the song. You, of course, hated this and vehemently denied being involved with Jason to anyone who would listen. Jason, meanwhile, played it coy with the press, only fueling the rumors and your rage.

“Listen, I hate the guy as much as you do, sweetheart, but you got to respect the strategy,” Murray had said after hearing you gripe about one particularly salacious headline.

Before the year was through, you had been featured in five other duets. All with male artists. All resulting in more and more outlandish dating rumors. And all enjoying a lengthy stay on the top of the charts.

Starcourt had begun to push you to take it a step further and Brenner had asked for Murray to arrange outings between you and whatever male artist you were collaborating with. The meetings—you refused to call them dates—were always somewhere that was strategically public, somewhere where there was always at least one paparazzi with their cameras locked and ready. The pictures they would take would always make it to at least one gossip magazine, which resulted in even more publicity for the song.

Your partners—you refused to call them dates—were, at their best, cordial and business-like, one or two of them even asked for your permission before holding your hand. At their worst, though, they were handsy, entitled, and rude. None of them ever tried to ask you out on a real date and you weren't sure what that said about you.

Soon you were racking up duets and notoriety in equal measures. Radio DJs would make jokes about you every time they would play one of your songs—and they played your songs a lot. Once, while you were walking around Rodeo, a woman stopped you in the middle of the street and told you, very brazenly, that you needed to stop sleeping around so much. Before you could even tell her off, though, she proceeded to gush about how much she loved your duet with The Letterman's.

It seemed like everyone seemed to see you in a similar light though: they thought you were some sort of despicable maneater but all they wanted was more of a reason to talk about how you were a despicable maneater.

Murray had his work cut out for him, “We just need to find a way for you to have this same buzz all the time.”

***

EDDIE: Things started to pick up with Corroded Coffin. We were playing shows pretty much every night.  As I said, metal was on the rise and we were at the forefront. Eventually, record label bigwigs had no choice but to acknowledge that.

Some of them got smart and started poaching bands early on, like Starcourt. Corroded Coffin signed with them in ‘82. We thought we were hot shit after that.

There’s a certain lifestyle that goes along with that, though, you know? A reputation that you have to uphold.

I'm not trying to make excuses for myself here, trust me. I'm just...trying to explain myself.

People always love to talk shit. They'll call you all sorts of names before they see you as an actual person. Trust me, I would know. But, these interviews are an opportunity to set the record straight, to finally be seen as an actual person.

So, there I was, a nineteen-year-old kid from Bumfuck nowhere, finally making it big, finally feeling like I belonged somewhere--like for the first time I wasn't a freak whose mom died or some trailer trash high school dropout--of course, I was gonna get swept up in it all. Of course, I was going to start picking up the bad habits and doing drugs. There was no one there to tell me otherwise.

It started out as something to get us through the madness that was our schedule: between the live shows and the studio time, we needed uppers just to keep us on our feet. Then, obviously, you needed the downers so you could fucking relax because the uppers made you so tense. 

I stopped enjoying the drugs pretty early on, but at that point quitting wasn't something that I was willing to put that much effort into. 

1983

The first time someone asked for your autograph, you were at a show at Whiskey a Go Go. Murray, acting as a sort of manager, had set up a photo opp with Charles Riva, your latest duet partner. He hadn’t shown that night but you never walked away from a live show.

Two girls, not much younger than you, appeared behind you as you were ordering at the bar and tapped you on the shoulder.

“See, I told you it was her,” the shorter one, a strawberry blonde with severe bangs whispered excitedly to her friend, a taller brunette.

Before you could ask either of them exactly what they wanted, the strawberry blonde spoke again, “Can we have your autograph?”

You could only nod dumbly as they handed you a cocktail napkin and a pen. You tried to think of something meaningful to write, but in your shock, could only come up with “Best wishes, xoxo”. You didn’t even ask them their names. The best you could do was offer to buy them a drink, which they happily accepted.

You regretted the offer as soon as you registered how young they looked underneath all that makeup, an observation that made you unsettlingly sad. You were reminded of your first days on the Strip: lonely and young and wanting someone to notice you for the right reasons.

Your thoughts became too heavy to deal with at that particular moment and you abruptly excused yourself, leaving the two confused girls behind. A shame, you thought to yourself, in another life you might’ve all been friends, but no one really wants to be your friend these days. They just want to tell people they’re your friends. Walking away saves everyone the disappointment.

You needed a drink.

By the time the main act had taken the stage, your vision had started to haze at the edges as a result of the multiple drinks you had procured for yourself. You watched, half-interested as a band you’d never heard of, Corroded Coffin took the stage, your eyes tracing after each member, eyeing the things only a fellow musician would: the models of equipment they had, the way the band queued each other up.

You didn't know enough about metal yet to know whether you'd consider yourself a fan or not but even with the little familiarity you have, you can tell this band is good. Their playing is unpolished but overflowing with energy and the crowd is feeding into it, screaming the lyrics along with the lead singer.

All of it reminds you of your first show at the Strip—what seemed ages ago—and that memory summons a whole other thought entirely: the reason that you had gotten into music was to actually make music you liked, not to be a topic of discussion in a gossip magazine, getting no say in the music you created.

You don't even remember the last time you had even written a lyric.

You think to yourself that maybe you should wander backstage after the show, like you once did and talk to the band. Maybe you could pick their brains about songwriting. They clearly didn’t care about mass appeal if they were making metal music which means they were probably doing it for the art.

At the very least they probably had a decent stash of pills.

Either way, it would be worth it.

***

EDDIE: It was pretty much love, at first sight, the moment I saw her in the crowd that night at Whiskey a Go Go. I remember seeing her for the first time halfway through our set and it was like I went blind for a moment. I had completely forgotten what I was doing, I think I even missed a cue. After the show, I made a beeline for the bar where she was standing, trying to act as cool as I could but I was shitting it.

***

Once that band had wrapped up, you made your way to the dressing rooms. You maneuvered to the dressing rooms like you had dozens of times before, but the band wasn’t there.

You milled about for a bit, before growing bored and leaving wondering if maybe they had seen you coming and left.

***

EDDIE: I ordered a drink just as an excuse to get closer and it worked. She was even more beautiful up close and so, so kind. Told me she loved our show and even pointed out specific guitar solos of mine that she liked. She always had a way of making you feel special like that. Chrissy Fucking Cunningham. Even her name was perfect, not a syllable too few or too many.

I asked her for her number that night and we went on a date two days later, I could hardly keep it.

together having to wait two days to see her again. Then, after a few weeks, we were going steady, as the kids say. It was perfect. I never really had anyone to myself, you know? She was the first person that ever made me feel seen and cared about.

I remember one time; she was hanging out at my place while the band was in the studio. When I came back, she had done all my laundry. When I asked her why she had done that, she just said “I dunno, just because” then, all of a sudden there were tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had done something like that for me “just because".

My life had never been better--so of course, I fucked it up.

***

While you did not manage to meet Corroded Coffin, you couldn’t stop thinking about them, even days later. It was like seeing them play had awoken you from a daze you didn’t even know you had been in.

You spend a few days getting incredibly drunk by the pool after that. But no matter how much you drank or how many pretty dresses you bought yourself or how many pill you took, you could not shake the feeling.

A few mornings later, you had called Murray, “This stops now, Murray. No more duets or features or whatever else. I want to meet with Brenner. I want to do this my way.”

Murray, not used to being awake so early, gave a weak attempt at talking you down.

“No,” you urged on, “you said once I started making money, I could have a say. Well, now I’m making money and I’m tired of Starcourt just using me for that. So, I want something permanent and I want to write my own music, got it?”

“You have a contract,” Murray parroted back, half-heartedly.

“Yes, I do, and I plan to honor that contract but so help me God I will make life a living hell for you and for Brenner and any other exec that tries to get me to do another duet with Jason fucking Carver. In fact, I will find a way to lose Starcourt money if you don’t get me out of this. Am I clear?”

“Crystal.”

“Great, I’ll see you at lunch Murray.”

He signed, “See you then.”

***

EDDIE: My drug use was getting more out of hand. Chrissy hated it, but I couldn't bring myself to quit. Especially the things that I thought I needed to make it through the day.

Chrissy was a saint throughout the whole thing, until one night when she caught me in the dressing room of Whiskey with a girl who was not her. She walked away and I don’t really blame her. Out of all the regrets of my life—and trust me, kid—that was one of the biggest.

She moved out that day and refused to take my calls, moved in with one of her friends and I spent days just calling her, sending her flowers, the works.

She told me she wouldn’t budge unless I got clean. So, I checked myself into rehab. She was a good enough reason to quit. 45 days later, I checked out, clean as a motherfucking whistle.

Chrissy was gone though, I had no clue where she had disappeared to, but wherever she went, she didn’t want me to find her.

On top of that, my band was fucking pissed. I left the band for 45 days without telling anyone, right as we were finishing recording our debut album. Yeah, they weren’t happy. I was in something called “breach of contract” with the suits over at record label and they wanted to take me to court, and not the Star kind.

I definitely didn’t have lawsuit type of money back then, so it was in my best interest to work something out with Starcourt and jump back on fulfilling my contract. Problem was, Corroded Coffin didn’t want me back anymore, even though the guy they replaced me with wasn’t half as good as I was.

I thought that because my old band didn’t want me, that meant that I would be free of my contract. I was wrong. What actually happened was that my fate was then put into Starcourt’s hands and they could place me in whatever podunk production or band they wanted. They owned my ass.

And that’s how I ended up with The Downsides.

NEXT CHAPTER 🎺🎹

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Enough is Full of Romance Part 1 - Andrew's Surprise!

Where 2 brilliant talented people fall in love and navigate a life filled with paprazzi, rumors and a private romance after being introduced by their common friend. They say wrong person, right timing is a real thing but Ben and Y/N know they have a deep connection and they will wait for however long it takes!

Warnings: None.

PS: the songs mentioned in this post are ALL by Taylor Swift, the queen and so is the inspiration for Y/N!

Fluff, fluff and fluff!

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"I remember when we broke up

The first time

Saying 'this is it, I've had enough...'"

This had now become a routine with the Red Tour in full swing. Singing those songs each night diminished Y/N's pain more and more. However, that night turned out to be even more delightful when her eyes fell on Andrew dressed up as one of her dancers during the song.

He had been her best friend ever since she had written a song for one of his movies. Of course, you two, too, had to dodge rumors about them dating but towards the end, the chaos had died and everyone had eventually accepted that you were nothing more than best friends.

"Holy shit, Ands!" Y/N shrieked, throwing her arms around Andrew the moment he entered her green room. "That was amazing!"

"I freaking know, right!" He laughed, lifting her up spinning her around before he put her down.

"Oh I have no idea how you managed that!"

"Me neither. Do you know how difficult it is to get past your security. Thank God one of your band members recognized me."

"That's kind of the whole point." You let out a laugh, feeling grateful for your friend's surprise visit. After the tiring nights and beautiful meet-and-greets, a sit down with an old friend and some pizza was what you just needed.

"How are you doing, Y/N/N? Like, truly doing?"

You looked up at him and met his concern-filled eyes.

"I - I don't know, Ands. It's been difficult."

You didn't have to explain any further. Not to him, at least. Andrew had been with you after your last break up. It was not easy. Your ex was not the right person for you and nor was he healthy. But it was just as hard to let go because your love for him ran deep.

Andrew reached out for your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze with a reassuring smile.

"But the shows are helping," you added with a small smile. "Meeting all these lovely people during and after the show is... therapeutic. Like it somehow lessens the pain."

Meet and greet after each show was one of the best parts. You loved meeting your fans for you knew they really cared about you and you did, too. There was not a moment when you did not thank them or try to express your gratitude towards them.

"I do have one more surprise for you though..."

Andrew's words suddenly brought you back to reality from your reminiscing state.

"What is it?" You asked excitedly, moving towards him with a grin. "Wait, no, I want to guess! Give me a hint."

"Well, okay... it is someone you really like."

"I can name a 100 people I like. That's not precise enough."

"Oh, never mind that. I want you to meet a friend of mine. He must be around here somewhere."

"Around here somewhere? What does that even mean?" You chuckled, lightly shaking your head. That is when your ears finally caught giggles and shrieks of delight from outside.

"I believe he had to have a sudden meet and greet of his own."

"What is going on?" You asked, looking at your friend. "Whom have you brought, Ands?"

"It's someone you have wanted to meet for a very long time and he was available and in the same city so here we are..."

"Who?"

You were growing desperate now.

"Talk, handsome, long and dark hair. A prince of sorts... ring a bell?"

You eyes grew as wide as saucers as realisation hit you.

"No... Tell me you didn't."

"I did."

"Noooooooo"

"What's the big deal anyway?" He shrugged.

"What's the big deal?! You brought BEN BARNES-"

You had to physically stop yourself from screaming any louder and turned your voice back to normal. You had been a fan of him ever since Prince Caspian had come out. You were not only a fan, but a fangirl. You were crushing on him. Hard.

Two years before, you had even received an opportunity to act in the same project as him but with the album release and the tour planning, you had to decline to the project you would have instantly said yes to otherwise.

In fact, you almost even had said yes the moment the producer had told you that you would work opposite Ben. But your then boyfriend had reminded you about your music plans quite rudely. Andrew then made you realize that you received such a response only because he was jealous to see you this excited about working with someone else.

Whatever the reasons were, he had been right. You could not leave music in between. Acting was something you were interested in but music was your true passion.

"You brought BEN FUCKING BARNES to my show out of NOWHERE and did not even bother telling me beforehand?"

"That wouldn't have been a surprise then, would it?"

Before you could respond, there was a knock on the door.

"That's him," you said, your eyes frozen on the door knob. "What do we do? I - I don't know how to talk to him. What do I even say to him? Do I hug him or shake his hand? Does he even know me?"

You had not realized but were now standing up and were glued to the floor. Someone knocked again.

"You go and open the door. Besides, it's simple enough. I am sure he knows you but in case you don't, you're Y/N Y/L/N and he is Ben Barnes. Use that in the conversation."

Andrew pushed you towards the door and sat down on the sofa next to your seat.

You took a deep breath and turned the knob. Your heart dropped to your stomach when you opened the door to the most handsome man you had ever seen. With his beard neatly trimmed a gorgeous smile on his face, it took everything in you to not faint into his strong, muscular arms.

"Hey," he smiled. "I absolutely loved your show."

I love you you thought, feeling absolutely smitten with the man. It was as if his smooth voice echoed throughout your entire body.

"Thank you," you replied, your pitch higher than normal, your cheeks turning red. You cleared your throat. You didn't know what to say to him. You were speechless and could not help but stare at him.

You heard Andrew clear his throat, too, and shook yourself out of your dreamy state.

You extended your arm shakily, clearly unable to produce thoughts in your brain and form words in your mouth. "H - Hi, you're Ben Barnes. No, I mean, I - I am Ben Barnes. N - No. I -"

Andrew face palmed behind you.

"I am Ben Barnes and you are Y/N Y/L/N." Ben laughed.

"Have a seat Barnes," Andrew interjected before you could make a further fool of yourself.

He nodded and settled down on the chair opposite to your friend. It took a few seconds for you to gather your thoughts and finally sit down with them. You extended the box of pizza towards Ben wordlessly, too scared to make a fool of yourself again.

"We missed you on the set, you know?" Ben said, picking up a slice. "I know you had to say no because of your music but it would have been a blast working with you."

You gave a polite small, words still stuck in your throat. You hated yourself for feeling this way. Chatting with Ben Barnes and having pizza with him was once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and you were wasting it away.

"But a part of me is also glad that you chose to prioritize music. Look what you came up with!"

"That is very sweet of you," you managed to say. "Tell me about the shoot. How did it go?"

You listened to Ben's stories about what happened on the set, nodding, laughing, and commenting whenever appropriate. Although, there were times when Andrew had to close your jaw before he could realize you were staring at him.

This one incident, however, made Ben burst into laughter and all you did was stare at him. The way he laughed with his whole body, each sound reverberating throughout and sending a warm, tingly feeling in yours.

When he moved on to the next story, his dark eyes meeting yours, you did not listen to a single word, too far lost in his beauty and eyes. You knew you had started falling into a pit with no bottom and it was just the beginning.

#ben barnes #ben barnes fic #ben barnes fanfict #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes imagine #the darkling #fanfiction #x reader

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Ok I know people get kind of up in arms about clothes for FOB genderbends but thinking about how they would all dress is one of my favorite parts of it? Like I think pete and patrick especially would have very interesting relationships with femininity, especially coming up in a misogynistic scene like 90s/00s hardcore. Bc when I look at pictures from early FOB shows, the girls you see there are dressed pretty much the same as the guys, like girls were THERE but I very much get the feeling that the safest way to exist in that scene as a girl was to be as guy-ish as you could, but taking it TOO far would get you shit for [being gay or trans or generally gnc, I dont want to use period-accurate language right now], and it REALLY gets interesting if you're overweight, not white, not straight, not cis, anything that sets you as a woman apart from the dominant cultural image of "a woman" in the USA. Patrick personally is may favorite to think about because Ive been the fat girl in nerdy guy spaces and Im also a fat woman in a pretty dude-heavy professional field, so I can project my experience onto girltrick all damn day? (1/?, Continued in another ask bc Im going to hit char limit soon I think)

this got long as hell and i also never got a part 2 so i hope this is relevant<3

i definitely get that, for patrick especially to have to really conform to being “one of the guys” and acting like such so she doesn’t get called things like difficult or bitchy, and that definitely makes an impact on how she dresses. especially as a fat girl and i’m also a fat woman, so a lot of what i wanted to wear was either too tight and rolled up my stomach or my pants didn’t fit, OR was so lowcut because my cup size was too big and nothing fit correctly, so it was wear the big boxy tee shirt or have my tatas on display for people to look at. patrick, as a fat woman who is maybe not the most conventionally attractive, would really have to straddle a line of fitting in with all of these gross boys for the sake of the band and not being disregarded as a sexless fat chick. of course then it goes into slut shame-y territory if she ever god forbid wore something cute that made her feel good. maybe girltrick doesn’t wear a lot of dresses or skirts early on, but maybe during soul punk she explored a little more and maybe that carries over post hiatus. girltrick would rock a maxi skirt. comfy as fuck

i think about pete too as a woman in the scene at the time having to kind of play into what guys around her expect of her as a more sexual being bc like you said the misogyny was rampant and the easiest way, like you said is to go along with it. pete irl got boiled down to this sex symbol so early in fob’s career and had his body plastered all over magazines for people to drool over. to a point, we know that pete also played the “bad boy” schtick up because it was new and sexy and aimed at teen girls, so then girlpete did that too. irl pete dressed sexy and wore eyeliner so fall out boy would catch eyes, and it worked. so does girlpete, to the same extent. of course because she’s a woman she’ll always be sexualized worse than irl pete ever could experience.

look at pete now, he’s all comfort wear. those fucking meat shoes that haunt my dreams. girlpete is shy too. she’s also very business savvy and, like irl pete, knows she’s hot. she wears sweatpants and sneakers when she’s out and about, and baby tees and low rise jeans on stage, and maybe her bra is visible and rocks a whale tail sometimes as was popular early on. she was probably harassed endlessly but she’s not ashamed of herself or her body and dresses to fit her needs - like pete did irl.

and maybe this is controversial but i don’t think girlpete would have leaned into a more butch or androgynous style because realistically, pete didn’t. the eyeliner was an act of rebellion which is totally cool and 100% but let’s not pretend he was really challenging any gender norms here. girlpete as a business woman knows how to market herself to the people that will matter, the people who buy fall out boy’s music.

i think people forget that like, at the end of the day they are still pete wentz and patrick stump. the intentions, timeline, lore, personality - it’s for the most part all the same, but i think when people don’t acknowledge that their experiences in the scene would be drastically different from irl pete and patrick, it’s disregarding the misogyny in the scene entirely.

and also i want to put them in a skirt and it’s fanfiction so i can do what i want<3 if anyone has anything to add, pls send me a msg i love talking about my girls<3

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My Sweet Enkeli: Chapter 3

"Enkeli": finnish word for "angel".

When Noah Sebastian met Nori Nurmi for the first time, he knew he wanted her more than anything. She was beautiful like an angel and dangerous like the devil.

♡ Author's note: Some smut for you naughty people because that's what we like! Please let me know your opinions, I would love to know your thoughts 🖤 if you are enjoying this fanfic please reblog so more people can read it. CHAPTER 2 HERE.

♡ Warnings: This is a work involving real people but it's 100% fiction written. Please remember that this is only for fun purposes and it doesn't reflect their real thoughts and behaviors. Don't take this work too seriously. +18 only. Smut, Female masturbation, oral sex, penetration, unprotected sex (please always use condoms!!!!)

♡ Characters: Noah Sebastian × Nori Nurmi (OFC).

♡ Words: 3.244

♡ MASTERLIST HERE.

Since the cities started to get far away from each other, the buses were changed to flights and hotel rooms. The tour is going well, everyone is having a blast, except for Nori. The moments where she is on the stage become more important to her than she ever expected because it helps her to forget the war that is going on inside her head.

Noah barely doesn't talk to her anymore. It's not that he is mad at her, he couldn't be. He is just trying his best to give her the peace she asked for. He doesn't watch her shows anymore, it's only "good morning" and "good evening" between them, nothing more.

Nori didn't know that it would be so painful to deal with Noah's absence. While her rational side is relieved that Noah is doing what she almost begged him for, her heart is showing that she misses having him around watching her close with those enchanting brown eyes. It's like they changed places: now she is the one always trying to be near him, watching him up on the stage and thinking how good it would be to lose herself completely for him.

It's late at night and everyone is sleeping or chilling in their rooms but Nori got locked out by her roommate Lara. It seems that the blonde one decided to have some fun with someone in their room and needed some privacy. It's not the first time that this happens while the band is on tour so it's not a big deal. Actually, Nori it's having some trouble sleeping. Her mind is too busy thinking about Noah Sebastian. He is all that comes to her mind when she lays her head on the pillow and closes her eyes. While trying to relax near the indoor pool in the hotel, she feels lonely. She could bother her other bandmates and sneak into their rooms but she doesn't want to; they are not the company she needs.

The phone buzz makes her come down to reality for a little bit. The bands and crew created a message group so they can share photos and anything about the tour.

Noah: Does anyone know where Jolly is?

Noah: Anyone in the mood to watch Tokyo Ghoul with me? I'm lonely 😭

Matt: Go to sleep.

Nori giggles at the messages. Seems like Jolly is the one who is there with Lara in their room and Noah doesn't have any idea that his bandmate got lucky tonight. As an irony of destiny, both of the singers are feeling alone tonight. This would be the perfect reason for Nori to knock on his door and stay with him - even though it would be to watch Tokyo Ghoul or whatever.

Nori: Jolly is safe, don't worry about him.

Noah: Good to know.

Noah is being distant even by messages, which makes Nori wonder if she made the right choice by asking him to stay away from her. She shakes her head, trying to avoid the intrusive thoughts. Of course it was the best thing to do! She is a pretty skeptical person but right now she wishes the universe could send her a sign that she should do what her heart wants and knock on that damn door. It is controversial on her part and she knows that.

Laying on the bed, Noah tries to focus on the anime that goes on the TV. It's been hard for him to stay away from the girl he is obsessed with. His body craves to be next to her, feeling her presence near him, her energy that lights every room she steps in like a ray of sun. But he needs to respect her decision to stay away from him and he is doing his best. The last thing he wants to do is to hurt her.

A knock on the door makes him a little happier. Noah really needs some company tonight, someone who he could talk with and maybe tell what's happening between him and the Finnish singer. Nicholas, his long-time best friend, didn't answer his messages so it's probably Jolly, but it doesn't make sense because he got his door keycard so wouldn't need to knock. As he opens the door, the room gets illuminated by the sun goddess herself.

"Heard you needed a buddy to watch Tokyo Ghoul" she says, a shy smile on her face.

Nori doesn't know where she took the courage from to knock on Noah's door, she just decided to do it. It's like her body started to make the decisions for her instead of her brain. Her legs just took her there without too much thinking.

"You are the last person I expected to knock on my door late at night" he answers, trying to look as chill as possible.

"May I come in?".

"Sure".

The room is not as messy as Nori thought it would be; not all boys are messy after all. There's two single beds next to each other, just like in the room she was supposed to share with Lara. The curtains are closed and there's only the light from the tv screen illuminating the place.

"You said something about Jolly" Noah tries to start a conversation.

"Yeah. He is in my room. With Lara".

"He could at least answer my messages".

"I don't think so… he sure is very busy" she smirks.

"Oh… No way!" Noah giggles.

"Yes way! Lara stole my keycard and locked me out to have some privacy with your guitar player".

"That was a smart move".

"Indeed".

"So… make yourself comfortable, I guess there's a free bed for you".

"Thanks" She tries to get comfortable in bed but it's hard when your heart is beating so fast that it's about to explode inside your chest.

Even though Tokyo Ghoul it's his favorite anime, Noah can't pay attention to the tv anymore. His eyes keep wandering to Nori while she tries to understand what's going on in the anime. The way the screen lights flashes on her face while her eyes are glued on the tv makes him open a smile. Soon, Nori notices the happiness on his face.

"What?" She asks, blushing a little.

"It's nice to have you here".

"It's nice to be here. You've been barely talking to me these days".

"You asked for it".

"I never said I didn't want to be your friend at all".

"It's really hard for me to be next to you just as a friend and nothing more".

Nori sees truth in Noah's eyes and it makes her heart ache to know that he feels this way about her. She doesn't want to make him suffer at all, just the thought of that makes her eyes water. But she understands what he is saying; she feels the same way. Her body also craves to be with him, to feel his touch all over her skin, to kiss his gorgeous lips until she's out of breath.

"It's not easy for me either, believe me" she says, her voice weak. She never spoke the truth about her feelings with Noah.

"I don't want to make you mad, I swear. I just don't like to see you being so hard on yourself. Life is made of choices, some are bad and some are really good ones. The only way to find out is to make a fucking choice".

"I just don't want to make the same mistakes again".

"What do you mean?".

She sighs as she starts to remember when she was touring around Finland with her friends from Blind Channel, a Finnish band that became very popular in the last few years.

"I've been there before. You're not the first rockstar that tries to seduce me" she says, not wanting to give more details.

"I'm sure about that. I mean, you're perfect. It would be weird if not every man in the world falls for you".

"But I let myself fall, too. And it was the worst thing I could do".

Noah can see that there's sadness in her eyes. The way she anxiously plays with the sheets while she tries to get her focus on the TV again; he touched a delicate part of her.

"I understand and respect you if you don't want to talk about this. But I want you to know that you can trust me if you need to open yourself" his voice is soft and warm as he tries to make herself comfortable around him.

"Thank you. I really appreciate that".

"I just want you to know that I don't want to hurt you and it would kill me if I do".

Tears start to roll in Nori's face even though she tries to hold them with all her strength. She hates to look vulnerable around people, it looks like she can't control her feelings; she can't show weakness. Noah sits besides her on the small bed, his thumb trying to wipe the tear on her cheek. Feeling him touching her with so much care makes her body melt. The way he looks at her, so worried while he wishes he could protect her from everything bad that could harm her. There's a huge need inside of Nori that makes her want to kiss him, let him take her in his arms forever. She needs him more than she ever expected.

"Kiss me" the words come from her mouth like a supplication "Make me yours".

Noah's lips crash on hers intensely, he can't believe that she is finally opening herself for him. He doesn't know where to start, where to touch first. His hands desperately hold her face while she pulls his neck to bring him closer. His body makes its way to her side, getting slowly on top of her while her legs open for him to fit himself between them. She desperately takes his white shirt as he only breaks the kiss to toss the garment off. He grabs one of her thighs, digging his fingers on her skin as his lips wanders on her neck, the scent of roses mixed with some kind of spice entering through his nostrils and making his blood boil inside his veins.

The touch of Noah's big hand entering under her oversized shirt and going straight to her breasts makes Nori shiver from head to toe. He gasps as he notices that she isn't wearing any bra, smirking while he feels how big her boobs are. She leans over so she can take her shirt off, feeling his warm breath going down her chest. He holds her nipple with his teeth, carefully biting it as she giggles, her hand gripping his hair when he goes down straight to her lower belly.

His fingers quickly pull the hem of her sporty shorts, taking it off while his eyes admire the beautiful view of her body. His eyes shine like two beautiful diamonds when he sees the wet mess that waits for him. Noah buries his face between her legs with such a hurry, anxious to feel the taste of her arousal. Nori desperately takes her underwear off, tossing it around somewhere, urging to feel Noah eating her up.

"Make me cum just like you did that day" she begs.

The fire inside Nori's body gets out of control when Noah's tongue touches her right where she wanted the most. Her back arches as he savor her, her hips rocking against his warm and soft tongue. His lips sucking her clit intensely, making her feel so sensitive that she starts to moan like no one could listen. It sounds like music to his ears and it works like fuel to his engines. His forefinger easily enters her soaking wet pussy, hooking inside of her so he can find her sweet spot.

"You like it when I fuck you with my finger, don't you?" He asks with a muffled voice.

"I want more. Another one".

Noah opens a crooked smile while he puts his middle finger inside, now two fingers working on Nori's core just like she asked for. The ecstasy starts to fulfill her, making her come right into Noah's mouth as he swipes his nose around her just to feel how good she smells.

"You're being so good coming on my mouth, angel. It tastes so good" he says.

Nori likes to know that Noah is a dirty talker. She gives him a fever kiss as she pushes him on the bed, pinning him against the mattress. Her legs straddle around him as her hips grind against his crotch, her folds making the fabric of his sweatpants wet. Noah's big hands are now squeezing her butt real thigh. It's so big that he can barely hold her buttcheeks entirely. She leans over to kiss him again, still feeling the taste of her arousal in his mouth.

"Should I suck your cock now? Do you deserve it to have yourself inside my mouth?" She teases him, her voice smooth against his ear.

"I already made you cum twice, I think I deserve it".

He is almost going insane with her pussy frictioning against his crotch. Noah is so hard that he is about to explode inside his pants if he doesn't take everything off now. He is desperate to get rid of the last pieces of clothes that are holding him.

"You seem anxious, huh?" Nori smirks. Her hand goes straight to his cock as her eyes analize what she has in front of her.

It's beautiful. It's long and not too thick, perfect to fit inside her mouth without making her cheeks burn and her jaw hurt. She can feel It throbbing on her hand as she strokes him, his hips slowly moving to help the motion.

Nori giggles as she sees how torturing it is for Noah to watch her getting closer too slowly. She licks the tip of his head but just a little bit just to make him suffer some more. It's a revenge for what he made her feel, how he tortured her inside the bus a few weeks ago.

"I bet you thought about me sucking you all those times while you were watching me on stage" she says, a crooked smile on her face.

"I did, one hundred times. I love to think about my dick fucking your pretty mouth, ruining your red lipstick".

Seems that Noah is also good at teasing. Hearing those words it's enough for her. She goes down and puts all she can inside her mouth, going up and down as her hand strokes the shaft. She can hear him grunning and cursing while her mouth works on him, her soft lips brushing against his length. Noah sees that she is really good at this since she can take a lot without choking. He moves his hips furter to make his cock go deeper inside her throat, her tongue making circular moves around his head and then going down to his shaft again.

"Yeah, take this cock in your throat" he murmurs.

Nori feels proud of herself, she knows that she can make any guy go insane with her gifted mouth - she just needs to feel that this person is worth it.

"Fuck… I'm gonna cum. Come here, angel. Let me fuck your pretty pussy" he says, his chest going up and down as he tries to breathe normally.

She is straddling him again, Noah trying to be careful as he slowly enters her pussy with the tip of his cock, but Nori it's impatient. She holds his length and fits it perfectly on her entrance, taking everything inside until she feels her folds touching his crotch.

"Now you are the one who's anxious" he teases her.

"Look what you did, Noah Sebastian. You teased me hard and now you have to face the consequences".

There's a smirk on his face while Nori starts to ride him, going slow at first just to feel every inch of his cock touching the deepest part of her. Noah can't hold himself as he moves his hips further, shoving his cock even deeper that makes Nori hold a scream of pleasure. The noise of their skins lapping against each other turns her on so much that she digs her nails into Noah's tattooed chest, leaving marks all over. He woke up the beast inside of her, something so dirty and unholy that no priest could exorcize. The pace of her hips rolling on his cock gets faster, the moans uncontrollably coming from her mouth as she feels the orgasm building inside of her.

"Holy shit, Noah" she gruns.

"Your pussy feels so good, angel. You're so tight".

She definitely loves to be called an angel - more like a fallen one. The sweat starts to drop on from her forehead, the heath inside her belly announcing that she is so close to her apex, his cock getting soggy and milky.

"Please, come for me one more time" he begs her, holding himself on his elbows as he leans forward to kiss her.

"Fuck me harder, then".

Noah quickly rolls over, making Nori lay on her back. He penetrates her again and starts to pound her as fast as he can, so fast and strong that he could break her in half. She pulls him even closer, her legs wrapped around his back as he sucks her lower lip, her breath hitting against his chin while she lets out a loud moan. She likes it rough just like that. Noah finally hits her sweet spot, making her reach an intense orgasm that makes her legs shake uncontrollably, her walls clenching around him so much that he can feel its pressure on his dick. It's been so long since she felt like this for the last time.

"Fuck yes…" he gruns.

The pace doesn't slow down as Noah gets closer to his own release. Nori is loving to hear him moaning right next to her ear, it's so sexy that she could cum one more time just by hearing it.

"Fill me, baby. I need you to come inside my pussy" her voice sounds weak, almost like whispering.

"Jesus christ, Nori".

With a few deep and slow thrusts, Noah releases his load inside her core. He stays inside of her for a few seconds before pulling it off. Nori quickly gets on her hands and knees, prancing her ass up so Noah can watch his cum running down from her pussy, so deliciously warm on her folds.

"That's a pretty work of art" he says, a coy smile on his face while he is still panting "You're so pretty" his finger wandering through her smeared folds.

He leaves a loud smack on her buttcheek before Nori lays on her back again, giggling at the smooth pain. The bed is small but it's enough to fit both of them if they tuck together, the sheets are a completely wet mess. She lays her head on his chest, hearing his heart beating. It is still fast, which makes her smile.

"I think I need a bath" she says.

"Me, too" he smiles "But before we enjoy that nice bathtub, I want to feel you here with me".

"Being romantic at this point?".

"That's in my nature, I can't fight it".

"I'm not complaining at all" she makes a small pause "It's good to be in your arms".

#bad omens #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian #jolly karlsson #nick folio #nicholas ruffilo

[cathedraldecay]

what are your thoughts on whether they will drop an album/documentary/live performance dvd and if they will tour again?? i feel really sad bc them playing fake your death seems like a final goodbye again but some ppl are looking at it as a positive and i can't seem to get there it feels pretty permanent that they are gone forever again :( (ik they're not done touring bc japan & australia but you know what i meaaaaaaaan)

last night’s encore was fake your death, their goodbye letter, and vampires will never hurt you, the first song they ever released. this isn’t a goodbye, it’s a new beginning. how I see it, last night solidified more than ever that this tour’s purpose is to be a tribute to the band and the people they were pre breakup and to lay the past to rest. during the years they were broken up, my chemical romance was set in stone. we had years to carve every image, lyric, and interview into our minds. and the band’s “emo band” reputation towards the general public was solidified. this tour’s job was to tear all of that down. it contorted their reputation so it can fit who they are today. it reached through their history and grabbed the things that stay true to who they are after years of change (see: the setlists, gerard’s costumes, the drumheads, changed lyrics, etc.), while leaving the rest in the past. the monuments that were built while they were apart are now torn down, now nothing is in their way. the future is an blank page.

it’s almost 100% confirmed that there will be a documentary/live album. so many people have said they were interviewed in europe and the US, audiences at the LA shows were notified that they were being recorded, and we’ve seen film cameras at countless other shows as well. AND there’s that live recording ray leaked on twitter. they are going to do something with all of those recordings and i can’t think of much else other than a documentary/live album.

as for an album, i dont think it’s likely that it exists right now because it doesn’t make sense with the timeline, however, they now have an open ended future, as well as plenty of time and passion to spare once this tour is done. keep in mind that frank told us that this isn’t a nostalgia tour, my chemical romance is an active band. remember, they got back together in the first place. by their own volition. and now they’re the happiest they have ever been, gerard said so themself. every single show they have the time of their lives, grins plastered on their faces as they sing every line. my chemical romance means more to them than it ever could to us, there’s no way they would say goodbye again so soon. with this tour they have been resurrected and their past is laid to rest. they are now free from expectations and the future is left for them to write at a pace they’re comfortable with. don’t sit around waiting for a breakup announcement because it’s not coming any time soon. they’re here to stay.

#i’m not one to get my hope up or to stir false hope either i usually stay far away from this stuff #but take a step back and look at it all #it’s borderline delusional to say they’d break up after all of this #stop worrying and remind yourself that they reunited in the first place #they didn’t have to do that!! they want to be here and they want to stay #mcr #my chemical romance #asks

[thereisnothingsweetaboutme]

tw: the contents of this blog will contain themes that involve èds, alcoholism, sh, self d3precation, and overall spiralling. this blog is not looking to trigger anyone who is in recovery from any harmful behavior or substance, or anyone who is trying to just lead a healthy lifestyle. I support anyone who is in recovery and I genuinely root for them. this is a place for me to vent, share experience, to pretty much be a diary for what I go through and a way that I cope with my issues. please don't r3p0rt, just block instead and we'll all be merry.

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you have been warned. now onto the introduction 💜

hello!! my name is Rai and my pronouns are she/they. I am an '02 liner and as of right now I am 21 years old. My mbti is INFP-T, and enneagram 1w9.

I previously had a blog called questionablekpoppie was sadly t worded, so this is my newer and sadder one lmfao. here's a fun little piece of trivia: my username is the lyric from a song called "Farewell II Flesh" by a metal band named Ice Nine Kills. That song (even though it's based on the Candyman story) pretty much speaks to my soul and the lyrics say more about me as a person than I could ever utter yk.

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My interests include music (particularly kpop, metal, classical, etc.), playing instruments (the bass guitar, and french horn), exercising, cooking (ironic), watching youtube/horror movies, and playing genshin impact. If anyone reading this is into any of those things, feel free to slide into my pms and we can chat about them!! But I do want to preface that if anyone below the age of 18 tries to contact me, I will not be responding and instead blocking because I don't wish to interact with minors online! I find it easier to relate with people closer to my age that also deal with young adult issues. I won't be following back minors either. i also will not tolerate any form of racism, homophobia, transphobia, p3d0 behavior, or just general icky-ness.

stats as of 12/11/23

height: 164cm (approx. 5'4.5")

cw: 57.7kg (approx. 127lbs)

hw: 61kg (approx. 135lbs)

lw: 53kg (approx. 117lbs)

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gw1: 55kg (approx. 121lbs) → 🎁 new work shoes

gw2: 52kg (approx. 115lbs) → 🎁 $100 on genshin

gw3: 50kg (approx. 110lbs) → 🎁 expensive skin care set

gw4: 47kg (approx. 104lbs) → 🎁 expensive bass guitar + amp

gw5: 44kg (approx. 99lbs) → 🎁 pc set up

ugw: 42kg (approx. 93lbs) → 🎁 ps5

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welp! I'll try to update cw's regularly, and other stuffs. I hope that I can post regularly and keep motivation for my personal goals and if anyone (with the prerequisites above implied) needs support or just someone to speak to, please feel free to hit up my pms! I'm usually a consistent responder and enjoy interacting with people who have similar interests :D. I'll also be adding other navigation links ( like my personal hashtags for different thingies), bcs I wanna be an organized hoe. that's all teehee.

thank you, and I'm out!

me rants pretty much kinda edgy 🐝

food loggos 🐝

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[cherry-velvet-skies]

It's time for more Beatle Era Ratings! (I fixed the title 😌)

Episode 3: Johnny Boy 🥰

Moon Dog (Pre-Beatles Era)

Teddy Boy John somehow looks older than when John was actually older

He gives the vibe of a teenage boy who dresses to look older in order to get into an adult rated movie lmao

Formed a band and felt like the coolest guy in the world (and you know what he unknowingly created one of the greatest bands in the world so he's allowed to feel that way)

6/10 because he looks great but the look is not really for me

Twist and Shout (1962-63)

And just like I thought, he looks younger here than the previous era

John Lennon if he were an android in Detroit Become Human

He looks so uncomfortable dressed like this PLEASE 😂 someone help him

4.5/10 and I know the second they walked off stage he would rip this jacket right off lmao

Cuddle Bug (1964-66)

One of John's best eras and that's a fact

He's so friend-shaped I'm gonna cry

This haircut suited him so well and gave him an all-around adorable vibe

100/10 and I have a personal vendetta against anyone who ever made him feel bad about his appearance 😤

Blue Meanie Defender 3000 (1967)

If you ever wanna know what the people in the late 60s who experimented with any drug they could find looked like, just picture this mf

Bro saw God at some point and God was a walrus apparently

But this was when he actually got glasses instead of just being fucking blind all the time so I guess that's good

7/10 although I can't tell if being around him when he's high would've been nonstop laughs or literal hell on earth

AnD nOw YoUr hOsTs fOr tHiS eVeNinG (1968-69)

An absolute gremlin of a man

But I mean if I was in his shoes I would just randomly scream for no reason too so I get it

If Get Back taught us anything it was that mans hardly showered

6.5/10 the vibes are hella confusing but not terrible. Sense of humor was off the charts though

Bigger Than Jesus (1970)

So far John's Jesus era was the fanciest

The fur coat and wool cap are giving Bratz doll

Speaking of Bratz dolls John would've loved early 2000s fashion I JUST KNOW IT

9/10 he would've worn Juicy tracksuits religiously and ate us all up

I Sleep Well, Thanks (1971-72)

Exhausted dude at his office job who just wants to go home and get high

You know what scratch that he shows up high and has the nerve to act surprised when he can barely function

Survives purely off of spite

6.5/10 he wants to cause problems on purpose

I Am the Egg Man (1973)

I'm not even sure I have the certification to comment on this

Seeing John almost bald feels sacrilegious

He looks like one of those unhinged yoga instructors

2/10 I am very uncomfortable with the energy we've created in the studio today

Freelance Artist (1974-77)

In his academia era

His aura feels like one of those people who you go to their apartment and it's full of giant canvases with art that deserves way more recognition

That Elvis pin is iconic

10/10 and this entire photoshoot is honestly so beautiful I wish I could've included all the photos

Sexy Valet Driver (1978-79)

I absolutely adore the tie and waistcoat combo

It gives me an immense level of gender envy, and John is not immune to that lol I wanna look the way he does in this photo so bad

He looks both cute and handsome but I can't decide which one tips the balance

20/10 if I saw him dressed like this I would definitely compliment him (and maybe ask him out if I was feeling brave 🤭)

Eccentrically Reserved Fashion Designer (1980-∞)

Are we gonna pretend that he didn't look absolutely GLORIOUS this year

I think I have to say this one is a dilf era because oh my god

I secretly think John would've been a great fashion designer idk he seems like he has the correct amount of insanity to pull it off

542/10 and it's a shame we never got to see how he would've evolved physically, and even personality-wise, as the years went on. I feel like he would've been a better person as he got older and I wish we would've gotten to see it 🥺💕

#I was listening to music while doing this and I kid you not Imagine came on just as I was typing the last sentence #I guess that means John approves of my hot takes lmao he must've read them and been like yeah alright #john lennon #john winston lennon #the beatles #beatles #george harrison #ringo starr #paul mccartney

[somethingshifted]

as i wrote, this became longer and longer, so i'm sticking it under a readmore to save your dash, i'm just waffling about the plot

as someone who feels like the band taking their own plot too seriously with plastic beach pushed the writing into a box ever since then, i still find myself wanting to connect each phase to each other. like surely there was an underlying point to be made between murdoc painting the plastic beach pink and the last cult's main color being pink. why is russel struggling again after they've set up shop in LA, his birth country but the other corner, in what i consider tumultuous times that in the end has Del return (even if unacknowledged). but then i kind of shrug my shoulders as canon is still a hodgepodge of 100 things marching in a circle. it's still easily entertainable in my head and i can't help but pick out tidbits i thought have meaning, and re-arrange them in my head like a dollhouse. i may actually dislike it if they did try to connect the two album phases officially and go down a serious route again but PB existing just makes those connections in my head. a fan interpretation is always fine but i think it's best left to the fans. that sounds haughty to say but, for the band to stay a band, i prefer it that way.

so whats the point of this post. the thing is, i'd genuinely be satisfied if gorillaz continued not taking their own plot so seriously, with the disclaimer that i do wish they'd be steadfast with characterization. like it'd be nice if any of them actually held commentary on cults practices considering theyre usually open about their view on world events, but i think enough griping about CI promo material is out there i have nothing new to say other than falling back to CI being a spur of the moment album with a release schedule out of the creators control plus the shitty fact that russel & noodle have been kind of nothing for almost 10 yrs OOPS. they could explore more avenues if they were freed from having to address past events as if they're characters in a storybook and not symbols that change with the times. and maybe if they remembered they can give characters new traits as russel's done things like pick up taxidermy and cooking but only one is referenced for several albums as his sole trait and *zips my lips*

i really feel like a bitch for wanting to harp on the lost chord as it's a beautiful, beautiful song outside of the characters, and additionally i'm a sucker for moments murdoc is faced with how he used to act, but i don't think i'd ever take it as part of a linear plot? which is why i can't fully feel like he's gone back on his word being a cunt to 2D again and falling back into the grandeur lifestyle and all that with the cult stuff.. like, let me wear my pretentious hat for a second but the lockdowns leading people to reminisce about so many things so openly and retreading memories in lieu of making new ones due to being cooped up, resonates more with my feels on the last chord, rather than uh blowing the island up and such and using portals. see, Song Machine can be written around easier bc you can say they're filming the MVs and they're metaphors, even the art reflects this (i didnt listen to the podcasts yet). but then it references the events of PB so openly that you can't just go "well thats the fake MV they shot" and that, incongruence, is hard for me. so was it refreshing to have CI not walk in circles of Murdoc is trying to say sorry guys? yes? i don't know what redemption would do for his character, as the topic of abuse and trauma (when explored with tact) is pretty important to me story wise honestly, but it's kind of... getting repetitive at some points. or maybe too much focus on murdoc 'redeeming' himself at the cost of 2D having traits stripped away and noodle & russ being silent. i don't want the events of plastic beach to be erased from both his and the band's history. having him be the villain of the plot du album is also meh, which is why i can appreciate the less serious canon on him where recent writing is concerned. 2018 is like yesterday to me and they (writers) were still poking fun at murdoc being not only assaulted in prison but also being in the psychiatric ward of prison. like what was that all about, i really really prefer peepaw livestreaming for attention to them taking harrowing events and making them the butt of a joke. i feel like it was handled better in pirate radio even if that itself wasn't meant to be all doom and gloom. it just made more sense. and theresssss my problemmmmm

all that being said i will always adore plastic beach. some of the plot heavy things contain my favorite moments and i'm easily baited with nostalgia so this isn't a bashing post at all... just looking back and wondering if the written material is best when they're dropping tidbits and leave it for fans to imagine up scenarios, rather than adhere to a canon timeline all the time. it's so hard to sum up my feelings on this and stay in perspective of the band because my genuine feeling is that i actually love a lot of the murdoc storylines and i can't reconcile that with feeling put off that it requires believing some MVs and story beats are "real". because i'm shaking the gorillaz dollhouse regardless. and writing angst in my head revolving around how recovery isn't a straight line. and how tbh russel's journey is a direct foil to murdoc's. because all the ingredients are there

like read that and call me a hypocrite, i am! i just have a lot of thoughts. i think if i knew how to write fanfic i'd just shut up and do that but my dialogue writing skills make me uncomfortable due to not being BRITISH.

TL;DR, i'd be satisfied if plot being canonically recognized wasn't a drawback on the band because they honestly suffer when they do fall back on addressing the timeline and treating the characters as Vessels who Had Someting Happen To Them rather than whatever symbol for the current topic of the album. i do think the current writing gets repetitive and sanded down. at the same time i will always encourage fan interpretations regardless because i find those very fun. in being non linear it opens their world up to diff. perspectives. and i #support peepaw listening to weyes blood

#text #and again warning for some negativity but always a disclaimer that it isnt all negative #i just dont know how to condense my thoughts welcome to my mind toilet

[notthatangry]

I was bored :)

1.Favourite Slipknot era?

vol3 subliminal verses and self titled

2.Favourite song/s?

The virus of life The shape prosthetics the nameless me inside iowa scissors purity Everything ends spit it out diluited

3. Have you ever seen them live? If so what was your experience like?

It was brutal literally I almost die and im 99% sure that corey saw me throw up

4. If you could spend a day with any band member who would it be and why?

Corey bc im almost 100% sure the we would love each other or hate each other no in between and i wanna know

5. Favourite lyric/s?

-SUCK DEEZZ NUTZZ

-I am not a dog but im the one you’re dogging

-You won’t bother me if you let me bother you

-Keep in mind, I watch you Never leave my side, never leave me, fucker

6.When and how did you discover the band?

When i was like 9/10 I downloaded a song and had the all hope is gone album cover and i was so curious about it i look it up and they where Slipknot i loved the masks and I found it kinda halloweenish what i loved but until 13 I didn’t actually hear their music

7.A song that means a lot to you?

Everything ends helped me to accept my rage and actually let me be mad at things

8.Favourite album/s?

Self titled ofc

9.Out of every mask each member has had which one do you like the best and which one do you like the least?

I love mick jim and joey masks those are top tier i like craig and corey masks too i like almost all of them my least fav is that bandage clown mask

10. Favourite Paul Gray photo/s?

11. Favourite music video?

Duality and psychosocial classics

12. If you could choose any artist/band to

collaborate with Slipknot, who would you

choose?

Man idk MGK lmaooo nah mmm chino moreno

13. Ever been to Knotfest?

yes again brutal i loved it

14. How do you feel about the newest members?

They’re good I don’t like to compare, very different vibes tho

15. Favourite group picture?

16. If you could make the world listen to one Slipknot song which one would it be?

Dead memories or snuff bc those are pretty chill

17. Favourite gif?

18. Do you have any band merch? If so what?

I have like an obsession with band shirts so yea

19. What do your friends/family think of the band?

That they scream a lot and my mom says that she likes the “jason masks”

20.What's your dream setlist?

Purity,Scissors ,The virus of life,The nameless,Vermillion ,Prosthetics,Me inside,Nero forte,Everything ends,Disasterpiece,Get this,(Sic),Eyeless,Liberate,Snuff,Gehenna,Killpop,Spit it out,Yen ,The shape,Metabolic

21. Tag your favourite Slipknot blogs

If i follow you you’re my fav

22. Name a song that gets you pumped

Nero forte get this people = shit

23. Favourite Corey Taylor quote?

“I can’t take full credit but i will”

“Pay attention to ME!”

“Lust gets me in trouble so wrath”

24. If you could be any band member for a day who would you be?

Sid bc I would jump everywhere like crazy (i have both feet fucked up too) or mick i like how scary he looks

25. Favourite song that's been performed live?

(Sic) the blister exists purity

26. Use one word to describe Jim's beard

HIPSTER

27. Any songs that have helped you through tough times?

Everything ends snuff

28. First impression of the band?

HALLOWEEN BOIS

29. What do you think of the newest album?

Good but the old vibes is on top always

30. Ever heard of the tribute band Knotslip? If so what do you think?

They r better than Slipknot lmao

31.Did you discover any other bands through

Slipknot? If so which ones?

Stone sour murderdolls

32. You're feeling angry which song do you put on?

People = shit nero forte everything ends

33. You're feeling happy which song do you put on?

Me inside the shape vermillion spit it out custer killpop yen

34.Have you met any band members?

Sadly no hopefully corey someday

35. What song would you love to hear Slipknot

cover?

The summoning by sleep token if you know what i mean ;)

36. Got any Slipknot related tattoos?

No but i want the knot

37. First song you heard?

Psychosocial

38. Vermillion part 1 or Vermillion part 2?

Part 1 aghh

39. Got any cool pictures you've personally taken of the band that you'd like to share?

40. Your chance to say anything you want about the band.

Sometimes I would like to have been born earlier or they would have been born a few years before me ;(

#slipknot asks #slipknot shitpost #shitpost #slipknot

[msommers]

barbarian and ranger for riya & aphrodite

thank you!!! xoxo // d&d character class asks

barbarian: What makes your muse angry? How do they manage their anger? Has their rage ever led them to destroy something important?

RIYA — i imagine only minor, maybe petty things before the real drama in her life began, nothing serious enough to cause any damage. the anger she was expressing over the mage murder last session is probably the angriest she’s ever felt, and that resulted in her own belief that the trust between her and leo had been significantly damaged (though not of her own fault from riya’s pov). who knows maybe we’ll see her furious again soon, that’d be fun and a nice relief for her from the constant sorrow and fear. i don’t think she’d have great anger management, that’d require a good deal more patience than she has within her at this point in time.

APHRODITE — she doesn’t get angry too often, which translates to having terrible control over herself when it becomes too intense…which isn’t hard because she’s such a drama queen. i’m deciding at this moment that her worst outburst would have been over neither of her parents bothering to come home for one of her early teens birthdays, and she would have been so infuriated by their neglect that she would have just snapped. broke a whole hutch full of dishes and glassware by fucking frisbee tossing whatever delivered cake and dinner they threw money at to appease her into the thing and stomped out of the house after a bit more tantruming all over the place lmao. i feel bad for whatever housekeeper had to walk into that place the following morning (maybe you could also count her covering the matching tattoo years down the line after the break-up with her ex?? that was pretty important and probably fueled by anger)

ranger: What is your muse's preferred environment? How good is your muse at fitting in with the world around them? Can they survive on their own, or do they need support?

RIYA — i can’t think of any particular space, rather just the vibe of being around people she’s comfortable being open with. obviously she’d prefer it to be in a fancy room full of plush seats and endless refreshments at hand, but at this point she’ll take whatever she can get when it comes to feeling at ease. she’s really not the best at fitting in with locations that aren’t similar to those she became accustomed to growing up, but she’s trying her best out here. she’s wrinkling her nose in judgement and constantly cleaning her fingernails and begging for a decent bath at each new place the party visits but at least she’s not trying to abandon ship! 100% needs the support, she would have been dead like three times over before the game had started if bastian hadn’t been there to ace the survival skills for the both of them.

APHRODITE — a crowded environment with a good dose of enraptured admiration aimed right at her, be it a party or performance or things along those lines. she feels at ease adapting to plenty of scenes due to how adventurous and active she + her band have been through the years, though that doesn’t keep the outside perspectives looking almost comical at times. it’s kinda ridiculous seeing a girl in a pink outfit easily worth thousands just chilling in a middle-of-nowhere, cheap looking diner, or just strolling down some dingy city alley y’know? she’s comfortable but looks hilariously out of place.

#ch: valeriya de clairmont #ch: aphrodite #these were fun i liked these ones a lot #maybe if riya slipped into a barbarian's rage for like 10 minutes and just broke a bunch of shit she'd feel better

[joshscrookednipple]

Cupid Screwed Up: chapter 1

Summary: What happens when two rivals who chants even be in the same room together get paired up as soul mates for the rest of their lives..one thing they do know is that cupid screwed up.

Pairing: Josh Kiszka/female OC

word count: 2,300

Warnings: Language, Angst, Blood, kinda cringy writing.

this is the first chapter and the longest fic i’ve ever written!! edits will probably be made soon!!

there are three things you need to know before you read this.

1- C.U.P.I.D is a world renowned matchmaking company, and to actually matter in society you have to be paired with your match…sound familiar?

2- i was not the one who named my cat Clawdia, she named herself. don’t ask questions about it.

and probably the last and most important thing you must know..

3- i. hate. Joshua. Kiszka.

why do i hate him you may ask?

how much time do you have?

Josh Kiszka has been determined to make my life a living hell since the eighth grade, we are rivals in every sense of the word. i got a 100% on a test. he got a 101% (how is that possible..i have no clue. i’m convinced Ms. Harrison had a twisted up crush on him)

i get a date to prom he gets 2

i get sick with the flu, he gets pneumonia and gets hospitalized

the nerve of that motherfucker.

the point is he always has to one up me, and now he’s touring the world with his band great value fleet (greta van fleet but i think my name fits it better) with his two brothers who aren’t much better than him and his youngest brothers best friend, Danny Wagner, who is objectively the best and only tolerable person on that band.

Josh loves to rub his band in my face like the time he-

“TARAAAA OH MY GOD TARA”

i’m snapped out of my thoughts by the shrieking voice that belongs to no other than my roommate maggie. me and maggie have a weird dynamic. by that i mean she annoys the living shit out of me and i hide anywhere i can to avoid speaking to her.

Maggie bounds into my room and jumps on my bed which coincidentally knocks off my colored pencils i was using to color in a sketch i was working on, which i quickly slip into my folder to avoid any teasing from my worse and more obnoxious half.

“Tara i got my match!”

“Let’s hope it’s perscription sedatives” i mumble hardly loud enough that you had to be really listening to hear what i said.

“what?”

“nothing, who is it?”

that question clearly makes her excited because she sits up and slaps her hands on her knees in a child like sense.

“so you know the band greta van fleet?”

i roll my eyes.

“unfortunately”

“well i got paired with Sam Kiszka!!” she practically screams as she shoves her phone into my face with a screen that reads.

Pairing: Sam Kiszka.

great. this is absolutely fabulous. if it wasn’t bad enough having to see their band every time i open any fucking social media app, now i’ll be FORCED to interact with them. why couldn’t she be paired with Danny. he’s nice and calm. sam on the other hand is the equivalent to a drugged up hamster who was just fed three monster drinks.

“that’s so..great” i give her a forced smile and flip my phone over hoping that maybe a notification from C.U.P.I.D was blessing my phones presence.

instead all i got was a message from team snapchat.

I’m 23 years old and probably the only one 23 year old to not have been matched yet, and trust me i’m reminded of it.

at family gatherings “oh you’ll get your match eventually, you’ve always been a late bloomer”

at parties “sorry you can’t come in, only people who’ve gotten matches can”

at the grocery store when people see that i don’t have the gold plated ring on my finger. they refused me my discount for my goldfish. i was really looking forward to eating those.

maggie falls back on my bed and smiles to herself and rests her feet in my lap to which i notice she’s wearing my wool socks, and my grey sweatpants, at least she’s wearing her sweater. wait. nope that’s the sweater she got me for christmas last year. i really need a padlock on my closet. I stand up with my notebook and place it on my cluttered bedside triable before bending down to pick up my colored pencils.

“i invited him and his brothers over tonight” she hums staring up at the ceiling.

i freeze and drop the colored pencils.

“you. what?”

“i invited them over” she repeats as she sits up crossing her legs over one another “really you should thank me, im really the only person you interact with”

“that’s because i’m forced to interact with you mags.” i state before recollecting the colored pencils and placing them in a glass jar by my notebook and turn back to look at her “plus i also have to study for my midterms, you know this.”

“come on you can’t hide from them forever!! i know you left Frakenmuth because of them, but it’s time to make amends”

i huff and shake my head “i didn’t leave because of them, they’re just the reason i never wanted to come back.”

“and look where you are, back at Frankenmuth! see everything happens for a reason”

it’s true i left to pursue a career in digital art, but after that ship sank i had no choice to move back. i moved back when i got offered a internship with an amazing cartoon artist who happened to be only two years older than me. his name is Dylan and for a quarter of my life i had a huge crush on him, and he coincidentally doesn’t have a match either.

i choose to ignore her as my cat, clawdia comes strutting in and rubs her head against my feet. i smile and pick her up cradling her like she was my new born baby, which in a way she was. not the new born part though.

Maggie rolls her eyes and sits up “well they’re coming in two hours so put on something presentable, and try not to embarrass me”

“anything for you, your majesty” i give a dramatic bow as she leaves and closes my door. i look down at Clawdia with my hands on my hips.

“what should i wear, clawdia?”

she however is not much help because all she does is meow before propping her self onto my pillow before drifting off into one of her many naps of the day.

i sit on my bed and stare at my closet, i usually wear the same four articles of clothing everyday, it’s either my mom jeans that make my ass look spectacular or my black leggings, and a long sleeved form fitting V-neck and a state of michigan crew-neck. i’m assuming neither of those things will live up to maggie’s standards but i honestly don’t care. i pull on my faded mom jeans with my crew neck before pulling on warm toned wool socks and my Boston birkenstocks. good enough.

i turn and look at myself in the mirror before shifting my eyes to the messy knot that’s tied up on the top of my head. my hair is what you would describe as in between wavy and curly, never quite one or the other. i grab my brown translucent claw lip before skillfully (or so i like to think) putting it in my hair and pulling a few stray strands out. i settle for some mascara and chapstick before i hear the door open and the sound of four pairs of feet walk into our apartment.

i hear a murmur of greetings as i walk out and my breath catches in my throat when i see him. Josh definitely grew into his unruly hair, with it being once again shaved off at the sides. he always grew some facial hair, which usually is a turn off for me but for him..he definitely makes it work. but all of that doesn’t change the burning hatred i have towards him.

Tara interrupts my train of thought by dragging me over to the boys.

“This is my roommate Tara, Tara this is josh, sam, ja-“

she’s cut off by the cocky voice that sounds exactly identical to his twin brothers. jake motherfucking kiszka. “we’ve met”

jake is a cocky son of a bitch, not as much as his other half, but very very close. he had teamed up with josh in highschool to get me voted out of being prom queen. just because i accidentally broke his pencil.

i give him a tight lipped smile before i turn and see danny’s warm eyes and my face lights up.

“hey bunny” he speaks before giving me a hug

i had gotten that nickname when i refused to dissect a bunny in my freshman year biology class and made Danny do it for me.

i loop my arms around his tires and smile into his chest before mumbling just loud enough so only he could hear “why couldn’t you and sam just have came, why did you have to bring dumb and dumber”

he lets out a quiet laugh before letting go and i turn to look for maggie only to see she was clinging to sams side throwing her head back in laughter to something he said. gross. i pad my way to the couch and much to my distaste josh follows me and sits on the other side of the couch.

“so, tara have you gotten a match yet?”

“Have you”

“That’s not my question”

i roll my eyes and cross my arms. josh has also never been matched, which leaves millions of fan girls to believe they’re his possible match.

before i could respond jake and sam and danny join us

“so tara” sam starts “how’s the- what do you do- coloring?”

“i work as a intern at a illustrators office”

“so coloring” josh smiles smugly and tilts his head

i’m not even going to argue with him. nope. not happening.

instead i slam my cup down on the coffee table and go to my room before slamming the door

sam looks at maggie in confusion “what was that about”

tara sighs and shakes her head “she’s been acting different lately”

josh, being the genius he is pushes himself off the couch “i’ll go check on her”

and he did exactly that. he goes to my room right when i’m pulling down my pants and i’m left in light yellow cotton underwear with the word “wednesday” in light pink writing across the back and my crew neck

“actually it’s saturday bunny”

i scream and quickly pull on cotton shorts to try to preserve as much modesty as i possibly can and turn around as i see him roaming around my room, searching and touching everything like he’s fucking inspector gadget.

“get the hell out of my room Joshua” i say pushing on his chest in an attempt to get him out of the room. this back fires when he pushes me back into a wall and smirks down at me.

“bunny this is why you don’t have a match”

i clench my fists as i look up at him “neither do you dumbass”

he rolls his eyes at that and pinches my chin with his thumb and forefinger and tilts my head up so i can get a perfect view of his eyes.

“but unlike you bunny” he starts “people would pay their lives to fuck me and you..well you probably have to pay a guy to even get close to you”

i don’t remember what happened next, all i remember is my hand colliding across his cheek and my silver ring on my index finger cutting his cheek causing a trickle of blood flowing down his cheek.

i freeze and i’ll never forget that look in his eyes..but i’m not going to get him win. so did something completely stupid and i run my thumb along the trickle of blood and put it between his parted lips and to my surprise he actually starts sucking it, god his lips are so soft.

my cheeks are flushed pink as he pulls away and he smirks “do i make you nervous bunny”

“get. out.”

he throws me a shit eating grin before leaving and slamming the door and that’s when the tears are about to start falling when i hear another knock and i throw the door open

“Josh i said get the-“

but it’s not josh behind the door. it’s Jake. what the hell?

“i uhm-“ he starts “i heard what josh said- and i just wanted to apologize”

i roll my eyes and start closing the door but he puts his hand flat on the door to stop me. “just listen to me Tara- in highschool i was just trying to be cool- i shouldn’t have said those things. you’re not worthless or-“

“jake” i interrupt him “i’m appreciate it but please go, we can talk later okay?”

he sighs and nods before leaving and i turn out my light after closing my door and i plug my phone in when i hear a notification. THE notification. i quickly open my phone and see the notification from cupid

C.U.P.I.D

Hello! you have been successfully paired with your perfect match, you will meet up with your significant other at 7:30 pm december 1st at Honey B’s Eatery. down below is your perfect match.

Maybe it’s a NFL player.

Or a professional chef.

Or maybe-

Oh.

Oh god no.

Pairing: Joshua Kiszka

little did i know that on the other side of Frankenmuth josh was in his bathroom after a particularly messy one night stand, leaning against the wall, looking at his phone with the same exact notification but with her name on it.

and for the first time in history they were thinking the same exact thought.

Cupid.

Screwed.

Up.

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